Story by Custos (Original posting 19 december 2016 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos) Please don’t repost this story, let it remain in my gallery on inkbunny! This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor. The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only. The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life. —— 4. Impala: Journey of Conception Miran and Bron fall through the starlit sky as they hold each other tightly. Whilst the situation might instil fear into any creature fearing for its own life, the two lovers strangely don’t feel all that out of place. Less like falling and more like floating. Miran has her eyes closed as her face is buried in Bron’s chest, Bron holding her as he tries to catch a glimpse of anything in this beautiful void. Bron then grasps and directs Miran’s face to his own again as his lips find hers, comforting her with the knowledge he’s still there with her:”Don’t fear, my love.” Miran’s eyes open as she peers into Bron’s, a smile curling upon her lips as they kiss, any feeling of fear and doubt vaporizing. Suddenly, a roar can be heard thundering from the starlit void, both lovers directing their gaze to the origin as they can see a magnificent huge beast made of starlight charge towards them. The enormous lion fades into existence, he seems transparent and at the same time a solid form, stars littering his fur as his bright eyes beam light through the darkness. With feline grace and elegance, the divine lion creature runs a large circle around the lovers before diving towards and underneath them, scooping both Miran and Bron up as they now straddle his back and ride him. Miran cries out in surprise, her belly pressed against the lion’s shoulders as she grabs onto his manes. Bron sits behind her, his front pressed tightly against his wife’s back as he too holds on to the lion as well as embrace Miran’s stomach with one arm, keeping her close. An overwhelming sense of calm dawns upon the lovers as the lion made of stars runs through the sky, carrying them as the void below them opens up and forms colours and shapes. A beautiful savannah landscape by sunset grows, the void above them turning a magnificent hue of purple and pink as they now see the world from a point of view no mortal without wings ever could. Miran shivers, Bron sensing it as he holds her tight, asking her:”Are you cold, my sweet?” The young girl shakes her head and leans back into her mate:”N-no, Bron, my love. It’s just… I think I’ve fallen off the altar and hit my head.” Bron laughs heartily, loving his new wife’s sense of humour, cuddling her and nuzzling her neck as he feels life return to his spent member, the two kissing once more as they both can still taste the shaman’s flavour on each other’s lips. Bron can’t resist as he tenderly grasps his mate’s budding breasts, feeling her moan out into his mouth as his erect penis presses between the buns of her hind quarters. Without any sign of resistance or need to help direct his rod, the male’s penis finds its target and once more slides deep inside Miran’s deflowered slit with the greatest of ease. The divine beast beneath them doesn’t seem to interfere with any of their actions, just calmly running through the sky as his paws never seem to make contact with any surface. His fur is soft and strong, a strange scent emanating from the lion which the lovers can’t quite place, but it sure smells intoxicating. Slowly the lion’s astral form fades, the stars sliding out of its fur to take their rightful place in the night sky. The beast is no longer transparent, his fur having turned a hue of light blue whilst his mane is a darker blue. Miran leans over flat onto the beast, feeling her tits press against the huge lion’s back as Bron now lifts his hooves up and finds support on the beast’s back behind him, able to thrust strongly inside of his wife now. His balls slap against the Protector’s back as the two couple and mate in divine bliss, the situation surreal and their senses almost painfully heightened to supernatural levels. Bron feels tears welling up in the corners of his eyes, the sensation of mating his wife between the stars of heaven and the beauty of the earth below overwhelming him as he almost orgasms. Then, suddenly, the lion halts abruptly and the two lovers tumble forward off his back. But instead of falling down to earth, the two just float and tumble as if they were under water, Bron and Miran’s bodies separating as they look back at the Protector questioningly. They can see the huge beast paddle in place, a large smile on his snout as he dives forward, swatting at the two playfully as he floats around them. Laughing softly, Bron and Miran catch on to the creature’s playful intentions and dive away from him, the beast chasing them and giving them playful nudges and licks as they still move between the heavens and earth. Bron hasn’t lost his erection, not feeling frustrated at the interruption but calmly at peace as suddenly he finds himself floating underneath the Protector. It’s as if the huge beast cradles him in a bear hug between its legs, the soft fur grazing and tickling all over Bron’s front as he returns the embrace and presses his still raging erection into the Protector’s belly. Feeling the sensitive skin of his member rub into the fur of the beast’s belly, Bron moans out in pleasure, feeling and hearing a soft purr go through the huge lion as well, the Protector enjoying himself as too. Then a set of slender arms grasp Bron from the back, Miran smiling as she pulls herself to her husband’s back, nuzzling and kissing his neck as she rubs her perky breasts against him:”Enjoying yourself, my love?” Bron leans his head back against Miran, almost purring himself as he feels so peaceful and happy, moaning as his young wife plants her loving tokens of affection upon his being:”I… it’s just… I never want to leave. I just want to be here with you, always.” Miran just smiles and holds onto her husband as her free hand searches in between Bron and the Protector’s furry bellies, finding her mate’s pulsing erection as she gives it a few firm slow strokes. Bron moans out and once more presses his cock into the Protector’s body, suddenly both lovers becoming aware of the beast’s own arousal. The males part slightly, both Bron and Miran’s eyes transfixed upon the Protector’s large feline pride sticking up from the fat sheath between the muscular hind legs. The Protector’s purring increases in intensity, resounding louder as the beast’s huge muzzle lowers down to nuzzle Bron and Miran’s faces, the cat’s cock throbbing and oozing some pre-cum. The new warchief impala lowers himself a little, lining up his own pride with that of the divine creature and gently rubbing the two into each other, chills running up Bron’s spine as soon as sticky flesh touches sticky flesh:”Oh, Protector be praised…” The sensation is nothing Bron has ever experienced before, his body convulsing in an overload of sensations as he spasms in Miran’s arms. Miran now presses herself next to her husband against the warm underbelly of the beast, holding onto both as she too joins the fun. The lips of her sex are swollen and moist in anticipation, the sensitive flesh parting as she slides her slit along the length of the Protector’s shaft, the large surface pressing against the hidden pearl that is her clitoris. The overwhelming sensations now overpower her body as well, a pleasured shriek leaving her lips as she too shudders in the embrace of the two other males. Bron grasps his wife in an overwhelming desire to mate her in such close sexual proximity to the divine beast, the tip of his leaking penis sliding along the Protector’s length before it finds Miran’s moist lips. Without any effort at all and merely a small push of his hips, Bron’s fat tip parts her lips even further and sinks deeply inside her body. Miran cries out as her fingers dig into the lion’s mane on the beast’s chest, pressing herself against the two males. Bron’s hefty balls dwarf in comparison to the Protector’s, both sacs rubbing against each other as Bron thrusts inside his young wife of only twelve summers old. The Protector’s huge head is still nuzzled against theirs, the feline opening his mouth and sneaking out its tongue to lick both lovers, the rough surface once more sending chills down their spines. Bron and Miran open their mouths as well, returning the beastly token of affection as they continue to copulate in the beast’s furry embrace, their tongues battling in a passionate threesome. Bron withdraws briefly from the hefty battle of tongues, admiring his beautiful wife’s flushed face as she licks and kisses the enormous mouth and tongue of the beast, continuing to gently thrust up inside her. Then, as if not thinking clearly but lightheaded in lust, Bron withdraws his penis from Miran’s delicate pussy as he paws for the Protector’s cock. Miran tries to turn her head to look at Bron’s face, questioningly, but does not want to stop her passionate kiss with the lion’s huge muzzle. The impala male’s hand reaches in between their warm heaving bodies as it finds the Protector’s large member, slick and throbbing in desire, as he gives it a few good pumps. Continuing to cradle both his wife and the beast, Bron directs the large penis to his wife’s childlike slit, rubbing the slick tip against her welcoming lips. He helps the very tip of the huge cock to settle between the swollen pillows of the girl’s pussy, the lion needing no encouragement as his huge hips hunch forward, allowing the beastly member to sink down in between Miran’s thighs. With an expression of shock and her mouth wide open, the impala girl tosses her head back as she feels the impossibly thick throbbing flesh of the divine beast enter and stretch her body:”Aagh! Bron!” Though her expression is one of surprise and shock, Bron senses that his wife is just fine but overwhelmed by the divine beast’s penetration, nuzzling and kissing her neck as he gives her a moment to adjust:”I’m here, my sweet. It’s alright.” After a few long moments of the three just being frozen in time in a blissful state, the beast’s purring intensifies as his hips start hunching, a soft growling emanating from its throat in what’s no doubt a pleasurable notion. Miran too starts moaning, clenching herself closer to the Protector now as well as her hips start moving too, pressing herself into the erect throbbing cock of the beast. It would be impossible for the enormous feline to enter her completely, but he seems more than content to just have the tip of his penis inside of her, licking Bron and Miran’s neck as both male beast and impala female copulate under the impala male’s approving gaze. The divine creature with fur of blue hue and manes of darker blue now floats onto its back over the beautiful savannah landscape below, hunching up into Miran as she straddles his waist and rides her pussy over the tip of his cock. Bron moves between the Protector’s huge hind legs, marvelling at the detail of the beast’s paws for a moment before his eyes once again land upon the beautiful union between feral and impala lust. He slowly strokes his penis, his gaze wandering down underneath the large bouncing sac holding the rolling virile balls of the huge beast as he views the Protector’s tight pucker. Licking his fingers, Bron gives the Protector’s tight rosebud a gentle rub, his fingers massaging the anal ring before gently grasping and sliding down the beast’s tail towards the tip. The huge beast doesn’t seem to protest at all, continuing to rut his much younger wife in his lap as the flesh of the animal’s entrance seems to tighten and wink at Bron, a clear invitation to the horny male. Bron spit into the palm of his hand as he rubbed his saliva along his already slick member, his trembling digits then carefully massaging the beast’s anus as his prodding becomes more insistent. As two of his fingers slide inside in one smooth movement, Bron gasps out as the wet hot slickness enveloping them. Clearly a beast this huge has a high body temperature, but it felt overwhelming still. The horny male does not waste any more time as he moves his hips behind the lion’s huge ass, pressing the tip of his cock to the winking pucker as the flesh gives his member a wet sticky smooch. With one strong push, the Protector’s entrance yields and Bron’s large cock sinks inside smoothly, until his balls press into the base of the beast’s tail. Unable to restrain himself, the impala male starts bucking his hips violently, holding on to the Protector’s large hips as the beast is still ridden by his wife’s pussy. Bron can feel the urge building in his balls, this immense pleasurable sexual torture demanding its toll as his sac slaps against the beast, drawing up towards Bron’s body. A mighty shout of release thunders through the sky over the savannah landscape as Bron’s cock violently spurts hot impala semen deeply into the Protector’s body, his hips hunching and his chest heaving uncontrollably as his fingers dig deeply into the beast’s fur and flesh. The lion’s balls draw up inside their furry skin as well, Miran crying out as well as she plunges herself down upon the beast’s huge cock, driving it deeper inside of her than before as the tip bumps into her womb’s entrance. Hot seed spews forth from the lion’s cock as the beast roars in pleasurable release, clouds gathering underneath them as lightning and thunder strike the earth in celebration of the divine orgasm. The dark clouds underneath the threesome unleash their load as drips of wetness start plastering the dry landscape below, waves of rain finding their way down to the thirsty fertile soil. Bron and Miran collapse on top of each other and the huge blue hued beast, not even noticing that they slowly start to float down towards the earth. Bron pants and remains connected within the Protector, not ready to part yet as the hot wet embrace of the beast’s body still sends pleasurable shivers through his cock up his spine. It’s only when they gently bump and land in the tall grass of the plains that the two impalas suddenly realize their adventure in the sky has come to an end, soft cooling drops of rain landing upon their fur as they’re still cradled in the Protector’s embrace. The purring of the huge lion trembles through their bodies and ear drums, Bron finally allowing his still semi-erect dripping penis to slide out of the beast’s anus as he crawls up and next to his wife on the Protector’s belly. Miran remains connected with the large feline cock inside her twitching pussy a bit longer, her entire lower quarters as well as the Protector’s underbelly plastered with the lion’s divine semen. Their fur becomes moist but not dripping wet as the pleasant raindrops cool them off, beast and impalas nuzzling each other as they feel at peace with themselves and the world. Then, the huge feline cocks his neck up, his blue eyes twinkling with a playful spark as his tongue laps out and strokes over Miran’s budding breasts. At first Bron and Miran chuckle at the divine being’s playfulness, but then gasp out in pleasant surprise as the girl’s breasts seem to swell. Continuing his licking of Miran’s teats, the Protector seems to grin as the female impala’s belly swells up too, her swollen black nipples starting to leak clear fluid as it turns into a milky white. Miran moans out in pleasurable confusion, her pussy twitching around the Protector’s softening cock as she reaches to cradle her swelling stomach, feeling an explosion of life growing within:”Oh Gods, Bron! I can feel… I can feel them growing inside!” Bron rises to his knees next to beast and wife, slightly panicked as he too touches his wife’s swelling tits and pregnant stomach, his eyes darting over to the lion’s face. The Protector is still smiling, licking his chops as he continues to lap at Miran’s breasts, enjoying the sweet taste of her fluids. As his eyes make contact with Bron’s, the impala male is instantly put at ease. Somehow, through the deep connection established in that fraction of a moment, he knows that the Protector is giving them a vision of what’s to come. That Bron’s seed through the Protector’s body and penis was transferred into Miran’s fertile womb, enhancing and sealing the destined faiths of their future children under his loving guidance. The Protector suddenly breaks his staring into Bron’s eyes and cocks his head to the side, looking at something in the near distance. The rain starts to soak both impalas as Miran moans out, water and milky fluid mingling from her breasts as her pregnant stomach is coated in its sticky sweetness. Her eyes as well as Bron’s follow the Protector’s, looking to their side as they once more freeze in place. Standing a dozen meters away were three impala adults and a beast, smiling down at the threesome on the grassy underground. Two males and a female. The female’s fur is a darker creamy white than Miran’s, her bosom firm and perky as pink nipples point at them in erect position. She’s wearing a loincloth and leather straps around her upper arms and thighs, adorned with colourful beads and bones. Shoulder guards made of bird feathers rest upon her shoulders. Her wavy hair full of flowers, the sweet scent perceivable even at this distance. She holds a staff of gnarled wood, a weapon clearly crafted by gnollish hands. Her stance is one of wisdom and gentleness, though not a person to be trifled with. The first male has an impressive set of horns, his body broad and bulky just like Bron’s, a long straight black horn adorning his penis as a hefty full sac dangles below. Bron audibly gasps, recognizing the horn as his father’s. Furthermore is the impala male’s body adorned with elegant painted symbols and is he holding the elegant wooden branched crown which currently rests upon Miran’s head. His stance is dignified and proud, that of a warchief. The second male is slightly less bulky and more slender built, more befitting of a hunter, which is confirmed by the beast besides him. The impala’s horns are completely different from the first, looking more like that of a deer male as it curls and branches off, looking like quite a dangerous weapon. He wears a shoulder pad on the right side of his neck, thick leather straps and pouches adorning his thighs and upper arms as well as an onyx dagger at his side, a thick belt around his waist. His stance is slightly hunched as he holds a bow with arrow in resting position, not indicating he’s going to use it. The horn around his penis is identical to the other male’s, Bron recognizing it as the second horn from his own father’s head, an equally hefty sac of virile balls underneath the symbolic ornament. The beast besides the male is an untypical huge and bulky muscular male warhound, painted in symbols of war and ferocity. The fat sheath and huge furry balls between the beast’s hind legs are impossible to miss. Bron instantly knows this last male and beast are mates, as hunters undergo a marriage ceremony of their own with their pets, bonded for life. For a few moments the gathering peers at Bron and Miran as they still huddle together with the Protector, the blueish fur remaining dry whilst the newly wed couple starts getting soaked but not cold in the life-giving rain. Miran’s eyes tear up as she beholds the three impalas, reaching her hand to cover her mouth as her swollen teats still seep rich creamy milk down onto her stomach:”Oh Gods. Bron, look at them. Are they…?” Bron attempts to answer his wife but is hushed to silence as the first male lifts up his hand, the gesture friendly but commanding. The three straighten up even more as their hands reach for the area of their heart, touching their fingertips to their chest before they reach said digits to the sky. They slowly start to fade, the first male being the last to disappear as he playfully winks at the two stunned impalas. They have no time to contemplate what just transpired as suddenly the wet tall grass around the two impalas and the Protector start to grow, obscuring their view from the savannah landscape and the rain seems to stop. Miran and Bron clutch themselves to the Protector’s embrace as the sky disappears and a void filled with stars once more envelops them. They turn their heads towards the Protector, their expressions making it clear they don’t want to leave yet, but the huge blue lion beast only offers them a sympathetic smile. The two impalas hold on to the large creature’s mane, nuzzling their faces into his snout as they can feel gravity slowly starting to reclaim them. Gradually, the Protector starts to fade away from existence once more, nuzzling the two impalas for a last time as he licks their cheeks in a comforting gesture. Somehow this evaporates Bron and Miran’s fears, the beast assuring them that this is a beginning and not an end, that they will meet and play again. The older impala male and younger girl inhale his scent, sinking away into unconsciousness. Suddenly bright light returns to their eyes, Bron and Miran gasping out as they can feel their bodies being covered in thick ropes of sticky fluid. They’re in exactly the same position before they went on their celestial journey, Miran straddling Bron’s hips as his spent cock lies between her thighs. Dor the shaman smirks down upon them from above, in the process of milking the last few drops of fertile semen from his cock into their open mouths. The two blink their eyes in confusion, their bodies sluggish and unresponsive as every movement seems to take a second longer than normal. Dor can see their predicament and chuckles, hushing them as he’s hunched at their combined faces, his softening dripping penis dangling in front of Bron and Miran:”Do not be alarmed! You’ve just taken the Protector’s celestial journey of conception and discovery. Your bodies will need a few minutes to return to normal.” Sensing the hot liquid covering them, Miran and Bron look down at the foot-end of the altar as the impala male props himself up on his elbow and Miran straightens herself upwards in a sitting position as she straddles her husband still. Enun and Gorn are flanking the huge dark brown lion with black mane, the Protector’s earthly form, as all three of them have waving erections dripping with seed. The Protector’s front paws are on the small raised platforms where normally a birthing woman’s feet were to go, his large pink member pulsing from his fat sheath as his seed drips down upon Miran’s back and down between her buttocks onto Bron’s soft penis. Enun and Gorn have their hands on their still erect cocks as well, ropes of their seed adorning both their children as they now blessed the union and conception completely. Shaman Dor speaks up as he descends from the altar, the Protector stoic and still as he stays where he is, propped up on the smooth white stone:”Bron. Miran. The ritual is complete. The Protector has blessed you with child. He asks that whatever you have witnessed on your celestial journey remains between the two of you. As a last token of gratitude, please partake in his gift.” For a moment, Bron doesn’t realize what the shaman means with the Protector’s ‘gift’, but when the friendly impala male chuckles and nods his head towards the still oozing cock head of the huge beast, he instantly blushes in his ignorance. Miran lifts herself off her husband’s loins and both of them kneel on the foot-end of the altar, both sets of lips finding the Protector’s slimy cock tip and sharing his seed. Their hands reach and hold his balls in reverence. Immediately, their eyes open wide as Miran and Bron peer into each other’s eyes, gulping and swallowing down the life-giving goo. It tastes exactly like Bron’s! When they withdraw and Dor starts painting symbols onto their fur with the combined seed of Protector and both fathers, the two look up at the large beast. The lion looks down upon them with his stoic smile, his eyes suddenly giving them a sly wink as if acknowledging their surprise. Shaman Dor, Enun and Gorn also partake of the Protector’s gift, each placing their mouths at the tip separately and swallowing a good mouthful before the mighty penis withdraws inside the large sheath. Even though Gorn isn’t keen on male contact, his lips lingered a bit longer at the beast’s tip than was required, the ex-warchief slightly embarrassed afterwards. As they step forth to leave the temple, horns back securely in place and the newly weds still covered in seed all over, Bron’s father embraces his son’s shoulders and grins at him as he whispers:”You know, son. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that the Protector’s seed tasted just like yours.” Bron grins back, his arms around both his father’s and his wife’s waists. A sense of complete happiness in his heart. The shaman had been right, today had totally been worth the wait!