Nexus The Desert Trek

"The brothers were told that crossing the desert was too dangerous, that they should travel to the Shrine when the sun lowered its face. Yet the two continued on, riding their Hexilon towards the destination. the glaring rays scorching their bodies, their supply of water down to only a few gulps. The Razons were still too far from the Shrine and hope was dwindling as their stamina ran dry. Even still, the older brother leaned onto the younger, holding him close and letting out a deep sigh.

'Reskaa, be strong. We need to see the end of our pilgrimage. Not for each other, but for all of us.'

And before the younger Razon can react, a hand began caressing his bare chest, the other slipping down the belted tunic, massaging what came into the hand's grasp. A gasp of surprise, a rumble of awkwardness and soon silence of perpetual pleasure.

'Razuul, I think I see the Shrine. it's not far but the Hexilon needs rest.'

Thus the creature began walking slower, dragging the private moment the two would spend in the vast expanse of the merciless desert."