Story by Custos
(Original posting 12 December 2020 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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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.

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1. Ape: Blessed Night - Part 1

The night is dark and the sweltering heat of the desert is quickly growing colder outside the large tent of the chieftain. Inside the circular throne room, barely thirty-five feet across, an anxious apefolk father paces back and forth as his eyes glance over at the tent flaps separating the room where his wife is currently crying out in labour pains. Two guards of the nomad tribe stand watch at the exit outside, wearing nothing more than the traditional kilts made of feral animal fur, in their cases tiger skins, cloth on their heads against the burning sun by day, and a few leather straps with small decorations on their upper arms. Their hands rest comfortably on the long handles of their glaives. An apefolk boy, barely seven summers old, is sitting at the foot of the throne playing with his makeshift wooden toys whilst the chieftain himself tries to keep the boy entertained by playing along. The pacing father pauses briefly as he smiles down at his firstborn child, remembering the joyful day the shaman had brought him from that other room his wife was labouring in right now. Being nomads, the whole tribe has become very skilled in rapidly building and breaking down their tents, and the chieftain’s tent’s design hasn’t changed a bit since then.

Most of the tribe has sand or light-coloured fur, but Shums and his seven-year-old boy Yadhak are fiery orange, the colour of the sun after which Shums had been named at birth. The skin on their bodies that is not covered by fur is very dark and an almost onyx hue, contrasting their fur colours beautifully. This would be their feet, genitals, hands, and faces. Chieftain Quat is an impressive specimen as well, with his fur being whitish blond, and a thick mane on his head just like Shums. His kilt is made of pristine zebra hide to accentuate this, and he has several leather straps on his upper arms and legs from which colourful beads hang, as well as several feathers woven into the occasional dreadlock in his mane. Shums has always admired the chieftain’s raw handsome beauty, and has been fortunate enough to have been invited into Quat’s private chambers on several occasions with his wife’s blessing.

Just when Yadhak is starting to fuss about being up this late, the loud birthing cry of a baby can be heard on the other side of the separating tent wall. Shums’ heart is beating fast, the apefolk hunter walking up to his chieftain as Quat just smiles and offers to hold the father’s hand supportively as the seven-year-old climbs onto his lap with curious eyes. The little child is too young to be dressed up yet, and no one in the tribe would bat an eye at seeing any kid his age running around naked since they usually only receive kilts when they undergo the coming-of-age ritual during puberty.

The door flaps dividing the tent with the extra room are pushed aside briefly before falling back shut, as the coming birthing ritual is strictly a male-only event. The women would get their own as soon as theirs is concluded. An older, but very clearly still very virile muscular male apefolk steps into the throne room naked and with his still erect penis dripping semen and pussy juices, holding a crying wet naked baby in the cradle of his arms. Shaman Ruh smiles joyfully as he steps forward, little drops of bodily juices dripping onto the hides covering the floor from his wet shaft and shiny wet smooth dark balls:”The spirits of the sands smile upon your family, Shums. Your beautiful little one was born in perfect harmony with my climax after my rod eased its entrance from your wife’s birthing canal into this world. She has shown great eagerness to join our tribe, her tiny legs spread immediately and wilfully to receive more of my blessing onto her tiny vulva and body after sliding out backwards. She was a breech birth, a sign of a rebellious but strong personality!”

Shaman Ruh approaches the chieftain and lays the crying baby down onto his lap next to her older brother, Yadhak’s eyes wide as he sees how incredibly tiny and fragile his newborn sister looks. As Shums approaches with tears of joy in his eyes, Yadhak’s curiosity gets the best of him and his tiny finger gently hooks inside his sister’s tiny slit to pull one lip slowly to the side, revealing a very pink and swollen cunny covered in the virile white slime of the shaman’s loins:”Pap pap, the baby looks like mam mam down there.”
Shums grins his fangs bare, the chieftain and shaman chuckling at the little boy’s observation:”Yes, son. That’’s because she’s a girl like mam mam. One day she will birth babies from there too.”
The fiercely orange furred little seven-year-old seems to be in awe as he leans into the chieftain’s chest whilst never taking his eyes off his baby sister, unconsciously slipping his little lips around Quat’s dark nipple sticking out of the blondish-white fur. Quat closes his eyes briefly and inhales deeply through his nostrils as the young child does so, gently cradling the boy to his chest and allowing his to suckle his teat as if he were his own son. Shums doesn’t bat an eye at this as it is quite normal for all tribe members to treat each other’s children as if they were their own.

Yadhak calmly nurses from the male apefolk’s nipple, though no milk comes out it is an emotionally nourishing bonding moment between the two males. Chieftain Quat now reaches down with his free hand to gently massage the semen-covered loins of the still crying baby, hushing her with soothing sounds as she slowly calms down to whimpering:”Hush now, little one. You’re safe with your family on this plane. We welcome you and will love you forever, even after we or you will join the fields of our ancestors.”

Chieftain Quat nods to shaman Ruh as the older apefolk with the darker brown fur colour nods back, turning to the overjoyed hunter Shums and smiling at the younger male as he helps take off his kilt:”I’m sure you remember from when little Yadhak was born. I presume you won’t need my help?”
Shums grins sheepishly and there seems to be a somewhat rosier hue colouring his dark onyx-skinned cheeks:”I’ve always welcomed your touch, master shaman. Please assist me in fulfilling my fatherly duties in the ritual.”
Shaman Ruh chuckles as the other apefolk’s kilt is dropped to the ground and reveals a very impressive onyx-coloured erect penis, the slit in the helmet already oozing the life-giving essence which has far more uses than just simply being planted within a woman’s loins. One such use will be utilised in just a few moments, as the older apefolk takes a firm hold of Shums’ proud cock and gives it a good few massaging squeezes, causing the virile hunter to moan somewhat obscenely. Yadhak calmly keeps nursing from chieftain Quat’s nipple as his curious wide eyes behold the shaman masturbating his father, the little boy’s own uncut pinkish-coloured tiny penis stiff as a nail and gently being fondled by the tribal leader’s agile fingers whilst the digits on his other hand continue to massage the shaman’s semen into the newborn girl’s vulva and fur as if it were a lotion.

Shums moans lewdly once more as the shaman’s second hand now reaches underneath the virile male’s balls and firmly massages the heavy orbs in the palm of his hand whilst continuing to masturbate him:”The milk of the male is the lifeblood of all virility and strength within the tribe. Not a drop should ever be wasted into rags or into the sand of the desert when there’s always a hungry little child or a fellow tribesman in need of it. Now feed your new daughter. Allow her to partake in her father’s strength, and then the tribe’s. Allow her to nurse from your penis, as is your duty as her father, and prepare her for the ritual of endurance which is shortly to commence!”
Shaman Ruh smiles and lifts the hand he was masturbating the other male with to his lips, nodding approvingly as he tastes the healthy amount of pre-cum sticking to his fingers. As hunter Shums steps up next to the chieftain’s throne, the shaman’s hand continues to massage his balls whilst the older ape’s other hand gently slides between the bubbly cheeks of his ass, stimulating the sensitive sphincter hidden between, causing even more groans of raw male sexual pleasure.

Chieftain Quat smiles and gently lets the little Yadhak slide down from his lap to sit at his feet, now cradling the whimpering newborn baby girl in his arm whilst his other hand takes hold of her father’s rock-hard trembling cock. The foreskin is pulled up and down over the helmet-shaped head, pre-cum oozing like water from a well as drops of the slimy goo drop down onto the baby girl’s bare body. Quat briefly withdraws his fingers to his mouth to sample the new father’s pre-seed, winking and nodding in approval before resuming to hold the trembling shaft and pulling Shums’ foreskin back completely as he guides the plump pulsing cock head to the crying baby’s lips:”It is my duty and my pleasure to fulfil my role as chieftain to guide you onto this exciting journey, beautiful new baby girl. Now, as you open your mouth to receive your father’s blessed essence and love, know that you shall never go hungry as long as one male or female in our tribe remains. Enjoy this moment to the best of your abilities, blessed baby girl, for the first suckle of your father’s penis is sacred. The circle of procreation is fulfilled as the seed that has given you life shall also nourish you into the strong woman we know you’ll be! Suck, my beautiful child. Suckle so you may learn the taste of your father’s loins and love.”

A deeply guttural and primordial moan drags out over the span of several seconds as Shums feels his newborn baby daughter’s lips curl around the ridge of his sensitive cock head for the first time in their lives, eagerly suckling herself vacuum onto his helmet as her tongue wet tongue laps at his frenulum. The new father has to support himself by grabbing one of the large elephant tusks of which the throne is made, as well as embrace the shaman who is patiently and dutifully massaging Shums’ sac and anus. The spiritual man encourages Shums to hold out a bit longer, so that the volume of his release will be larger as well as give him more time to bond with his newborn daughter during this very intimate ceremony. Yadhak’s little mouth hangs open slightly as he observes his father’s thick pulsing cock being held gently at the correct height for his newborn baby sister cradled in the chieftain’s arms, her ruby pink tiny lips pursed around the swollen plum of his father of which he too still nurses every night. He’s never seen his father quite in a state like this, almost as if he’s being possessed by a desert spirit from the shaman’s stories. The virile fiery orange-furred male with the dark skin underneath is hunching gently into his newborn baby’s mouth, grasping the throne and the older apefolk’s shoulders tightly with his eyes closed and his teeth gritting.

Yadhak then feels a pang of jealousy inside his chest, a little pout forming on his lips as he realises he’ll have to share his daddy with his new sibling from now on. That she will receive more of his and his mother’s milk than he will because she’s still so tiny. The pouting little ape boy sticks his head underneath chieftain Quat’s kilt in an attempt to make the scene go away, to be the only one deserving of pap pap’s milk again. Little Yadhak can still hear the groaning going on, but is now also very much aware of the musk of a virile male as his eyes get used to the dark and see Quat’s impressive rod standing up firmly against the hide of the kilt. The little light that slips inside the cosy space reveals glistening streaks of pre-cum against the surface of the kilt. The seven-year-old boy smiles and without hesitation takes hold of the chieftain’s penis, aiming it down at his own mouth as he gently slides back the skin to reveal the plump pink shiny wet cock head, eagerly producing the life-giving milk his daddy is now feeding his baby sister. Yadhak hums contentedly as he closes his lips around the pulsating plum, his little tongue eagerly swirling over the surface of the adult male’s sensitive cock head as he eagerly starts to suckle vigorously.

Chieftain Quat grunts out as he tries to keep the newborn baby girl at the correct height, holding her father’s penis steady at her lips with one hand whilst the hand attached to the arm cradling her is diddling the chubby slit between her plump thighs. Shaman Ruh occasionally withdraws his hand from Shums’ balls to wipe up some of the liquid his own cock has started to leak again and applies it to the plump lips of the baby’s vulva so that the chieftain’s fingers can continue to slickly masturbate the infant’s tiny cunt. After all, that tiny little opening will need some stretching for the step after the nursing in the ritual.

The little infant is happily suckling away, the volume of her father’s pre-cum steady enough not to make her fuss for more as her tiny body trembles under the administrations of chieftain Quat’s skilful fingers. Slowly, but firmly, the adult’s fingers work themselves slickly deeper in between those pudgy cute cunny lips, the baby still wet with amniotic fluid and already her peach is being diddled and slowly invaded by the virile apefolk male’s fingers. The digits make loud squelching noises as Quat masturbates the baby’s slit, tickling her hidden pleasure pearl with the length of the finger that is slowly snaking its way inside the tiny vagina up until the first knuckle. The infant doesn’t even seem to notice as her little body is trembling in sensory overload, her legs kicking in frog-like motions, her tiny hands grasping at her father’s shaft as her mouth suckles for dear life at her daddy’s mushroom head, her tiny vulva squeezing around the tip of Quat’s finger in rhythmic milking motions.

When shaman Ruh kneels down behind father Shums and opens his buttocks with both his hands, briefly nibbling at the base of the virile male’s fiery orange tail before suddenly diving and worming his slimy agile tongue inside the puckered anus, a loud howl announces the hunter’s explosive orgasm. Shums drops forward against the throne, holding on to it for dear life as spurt after spurt of his life-giving fatherly seed is pumped into his infant daughter’s mouth. Chieftain Quat quickly turns his head and latches his lips to the orgasming father’s, their tongues intertwining as Shums’ mind tilts in ecstasy. Their kiss is passionate and very much raw and male. Shaman Ruh’s tongue digs as deeply inside Shums’ anus as it possibly can whilst tugging the climaxing apefolk’s sac in rhythmic milking motions, encouraging the hunter’s body to donate as much of its male milk directly into the baby’s tummy as possible.

The newborn baby girl has trouble with the volume of the first few volleys of incestuous fatherly semen blasted directly into her throat, her tiny tongue eagerly swishing around in the slimy goop as the taste immediately imprints deeply into the infant’s subconsciousness. Her tiny infant body heats up in response, her newborn pussy quivering and clamping down around chieftain Quat’s finger as the digit smoothly slides nearly all the way inside as the baby seems to climax too. Quat groans out inside Shums’ mouth as the two are still locked into a passionately homoerotic kiss, realising his finger is now touching so deep inside the newborn baby’s pussy that he can feel the tiny mouth of her cervix halting any further progression. The apefolk leader has a tear of joy forming and rolling down his cheek at the realisation of having taken the baby’s virginity and now being so intimately connected with not one, not two, but three of his constituents. He is truly honoured, his heart beating rapidly as his chest inflates in pride. It takes all of his willpower not to blast his virile seed inside little Yadhak’s mouth and spoiling his other duties towards the baby further along the ceremony.

Slowly, but certainly, the gathering is calming down and hunter Shum’s penis is withdrawn from his newborn baby’s mouth, the swollen plump cock head sliding down from her wet ruby lips along her chest to her round tummy, coating the infant’s body in a layer of saliva and cum. Shaman Ruh smiles and pants as well, his penis pulsing up and down as he too had to hold back his orgasm during the previous scene, gently withdrawing Yadhak from underneath the chieftain’s kilt and removing the piece of clothing altogether:”I-I think it’s time, chieftain. You must nourish the little one as well.”
The older shaman apefolk gently opens the newborn baby’s legs, revealing the two cute little pillows of her tiny pussy which are shiny and slick with male juices as Quat withdraws his finger from in between:”Which mouth will you choose? Oh, great leader?”