But hopefully not too big, that was the whole point of the fingers!

He continues going in, and in, and in, until he's all the way to the base.

Tintin shudders around him, his muscles fluttering wildly. He strokes himself when he can think straight enough to do it, which isn't all the time.

When Taharqi's hips touch his cheeks, Tintin turns and kisses him hungrily.

Taharqi laughs into the kiss and responds just as hungrily, then starts pulling away and rocking back in (once more, slowly at first) without breaking the kiss. "You're so fucking hot," he breathes for a second before kissing again.

"Fuck - you're so -"

Tintin clenches around him and sprays the sand with clear fluid.

"Fuck," mirrors Taharqi when he sees Tintin come as he speeds up and up, pounds more and more—

—and then comes, too, squeezing Tintin's body against his as he does it. One, two, three loads and he's mostly spent, breathing raggedily into Tintin's skin as he pulls out, letting the last lazy drops of come drip down to the sand or between their legs.

Tintin hums contentedly.

"You are very good," he says eventually.

—Taharqi laughs, and places a kiss on the back of Tintin's neck. "You are very good, too."

Tintin shivers happily. "It is pleasant having a - whatever we are."

"Adventuring companions forced together by fate and forces bigger than themselves who occasionally fuck? ...more than occasionally, if we extrapolate."

"Ha! Yes, if we extrapolate from the data then it looks like we might be fucking pretty regularly."

Tintin stretches. "Back to camp?"

Another neck kiss then, "Yeah, let's."

And back to camp they go.

Raziya and Horan are both asleep, and either too deeply into it or Taharqi and Tintin manage to be sufficiently quiet to not wake them up.

"Do you have some fancy technology thing that will wake us up if we get attacked again or should we sleep in shifts?" whispers Taharqi, as this is the second time he and Tintin return to camp to find the other two asleep despite the dangers.

"I could set up a perimeter alarm if I had, well, different technology than I have. Let's sleep in shifts, I don't need more than five hours."

"Useful! First or second?"

"Oh, whichever you'd rather not." Tintin is aware that this is insufferable but if he chose then he might inconvenience Taharqi, which would be terrible. 

Taharqi laughs. "I'll take first, then."

Tintin nods, and kisses him lightly. "Goodnight, sweet prince."

He grins and kisses back. "Good night, brave adventurer."

Then he sits down and... watches.

Tintin pulls out his sleeping bag, situates himself, and is soon out like a light. 

That night is uneventful.

The same does not hold true of all of the following nights. As they make the way along the wall and then down south along the river, they are variously accosted by wolves, wild boars, enormous crocodiles, unreasonably large snakes, even larger scorpions, and even the occasional very angry stag. The fauna is not large enough to be called mega but it sure is larger than one would normally expect from Earth. At least the fish aren't hostile.

Taharqi does take a detour or two when he spots other villages from a distance—the majority of exile settlements around here are of the "stab first ask never" school of thought, and while he's pretty sure he could hold his own the same is not true of their companions. Raziya doesn't carry her weight, not really, but after a few stern words from Taharqi and close calls with the local animals she starts being less of a burden. Horan, on the other hand, advances by leaps and strides, slowly recovering from the mind-numbing draughts the hyena-people gave him; he has a rough but warm personality, and quickly recalls more-than-passable skill with a sword. He also recalls that he comes from the one of the Nordheim villages, when he recovers his higher faculties, but he continues travelling with them for the moment, as he expects he will not fare well on his own especially unclothed and mostly-unarmed like he currently is.

But after several days of this trek, they finally arrive at a cosy wooden house by the river, illuminated from the inside.

Tintin beholds this dwelling. "How utterly charming," he declares.

    "You actually built this?" marvels Horan with his recently-acquired ability to speak.

"I had Sendhei's help."

    "The architecture is remarkable, for the materials you have available. Where did you learn this?"

"I... was pretty sure I would be exiled if my little stint back in Kush failed so I tried to study as much about the various things I would need here as I could."

    "Great foresight."

        "Sendhei is inside?" asks Raziya as they get closer.

"Should be. Sendhei!" calls Taharqi, clapping a few times. "—oh, and here you are, my lucky girl," he says when he catches sight of his horse around the building.

"Oh, you're alive!" calls another voice back from inside the house, and then its owner walks out the door and down the steps to be able to see him.

Sendhei seems to be of the same ethnicity as Taharqi, most of his head shaved with the exception of a strip of light brown hair in the middle, going from the forehead to the back of his neck. And despite not having just been kidnapped and then rescued, he is also pretty naked, except he's naked with style. He has golden nipple rings connected to each other by a thin gold chain, and a golden choker in the likeness of a serpent adorns his neck. The index, middle, and ring fingers on both his hands have rings, and the wrist that doesn't have the magic bracelet is adorned by a different bracelet, also golden, also having snake motifs, while his upper left arm is encircled by golden band. He has a thin golden string with decorative blunted spikes around his waist holding something that would require substantial generosity to be called a loincloth—the middle of the front cloth ends before his penis begins, while the sides go all the way to his knees, making it something like an arc or an inverted U shape that draws attention exactly there. He is also wearing black sandals with golden trims that match the colours and style of the not-a-loincloth. His build is lean and athletic, in contrast with Taharqi's bulkier and stronger frame; definitely more of a dancer.

"—oh, you have friends, hello. ...wait, is that Raziya?"

    "Oh thank the gods you're alive!" exclaims the ex-concubine, stepping over to the dancer to give him a tight, heartfelt hug. "I—your friend said but I didn't dare truly believe—it's been so long—" Oh, and now she's crying.

He hugs her back just as tightly, though, and his eyes also brim over with teams. "I never thought I'd see your face again, you dumb... dumb... oh, I've missed you."

Tintin tries not to get distracted by Sendhei's garb while he's clearly having a moment. Instead he will... stand here. That sounds like an inoffensive thing to do.