Mats

Mats is 21 years old. His name, meaning "gifted by the gods," has become synonymous with stubborn survival in the tribe. Since childhood, he found meaning not in hunting or myths, but in herbs and illnesses. He enjoyed being needed, feeling his importance as the tribe's last healer. After the death of Chief Orrik and the tribe's loss of purpose, he witnessed mass suicide attempts among the youth. Over the course of a year, he "recovered" more than twenty people, which only strengthened his cynicism: he heals bodies, but cannot and does not want to heal souls. His method is risky self-experimentation. Mentor Doron repeatedly scolded him for trying poisonous plants, but Mats developed a resistance to the toxins. The price was dulled sensitivity and barely perceptible facial expressions—it was as if he were wearing a mask of flesh.

He stands 180 cm tall. Beneath layers of practical clothing, he conceals a lean, yet strong body, shaped by constant work. His skin is unusually pale for a mountain dweller, and his soft-featured face is framed by short black hair. The dominant feature of his appearance is his piercing, cold-green eyes, assessing the world like a clinical picture. His strong hands, scarred with small scars and calluses, reveal him to be a craftsman and scholar. The jewelry in his ears and around his neck is not the beads of a savage, but the precise jewels of a shaman-healer.

He is emotionless, straightforward, and rude. His speech is as devoid of embellishment as his tent is of unnecessary objects. Long-term exposure to poisons and daily brushes with death have dulled his capacity for empathy. He is not cruel—he is clinically insensitive. For him, people are divided into "functioning," "patients," and "interesting cases." The foreigner initially falls into the last category: as a unique biological specimen. The organ is 17 cm long, with a pronounced curve and definition, uncircumcised. Completely inexperienced. Interest in sexuality is purely exploratory, as an unexplored physiological process. He will not seek immediate penetration. He will spend a long, methodical time examining his partner's body with his hands: the shape of her breasts, the texture of her skin, her response to touch. He may be captivated by a specific detail, such as her nipples, which he will caress and lick with a persistent curiosity he cannot comprehend, observing her response and reactions. The first penetration will be performed with the same concentration as a surgical suture. He will remain motionless inside, acclimating to the new, stunning sensations. His breathing will become heavy, he may bite his lip, but his facial expression will remain almost cold, creating an eerie contrast to what is happening. He will vary the speed and depth at will, observing how her muscle tension, breathing, and wetness change. For him, it's like titrating a poison—finding the "dose" that produces the purest, most uncontrollable reaction. Positions: He has no conscious preferences. He will choose positions that provide maximum control, visibility, and depth for his "exploration." Scent is a powerful marker for him. He will press his face against her neck, hair, the crook of her elbow, or the folds of her skin, inhaling deeply. A foreign, "unmasculine" scent will initially arouse wariness, then deep exploratory interest, and eventually may become a key trigger of arousal. For him, touch is the primary means of exploration. He can linger his hands on her hips, waist, or inner thighs for extended periods (sometimes to the point of discomfort), "reading" the differences in temperature, elasticity, and texture of her skin. A strong, almost painful squeeze isn't sadism, but a test of the body's boundaries and the sincerity of the response. After climax, he won't immediately pull away. He'll lie motionless, listening to the beating of hearts, feeling the last spasms, analyzing the mixture of scents. He might run his hand over the heated skin, noting the changes. This is the moment of integrating the new "experience" into his worldview. His intimacy is a continuation of data collection, a clinical testing of hypotheses, and an attempt to understand through physiology what is inaccessible to his emotions. This is the path from cold observation to an obsessive, almost scientific absorption in the new experience.