Story by Custos
(Original posting 22 August 2024 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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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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Cerilus commission: Resilient Bonding

The loam hut is filled with the grunts and moans of a strong female warrior, the wafts of mystical incense swirling from the flaps of tanned hide obscuring the doorway. Tonight, another female shall be born, so the spiritual priestess of the tribe has scried in the waters of her magical bowl, and she foresees a bright and strong future for the calf. The fellow okapis of the tribe have gathered outside the hut, chanting and humming hymns of encouragement as some of them beat drums. The sun is setting and the heat of the day is still lingering over the savannah landscape, foregoing the need for warm fires to be lit just yet.

Okapi males are generally slightly smaller than their female counterparts, as well as more slender and less brawny. Where other tribes would have the men in positions of strength, the okapis are matriarchal and the roles are quite reversed. Men stay at home, tend to the children and crops, perform tasks like foraging and weaving, whilst the womenfolk hunt and protect the tribe from threats. In addition to size differences, the males have two horn-like protrusions on their heads whilst the females have a fashionable whorl of hair instead.

Inside the hut, Nora is lying comfortably on cushions and hides in the centre of the space, with her mate Lionel deeply rooted to the hilt inside of her convulsing birthing channel. Pearls of sweat are rolling down the beautiful okapi male’s back, his slender body decorated with colourful paints to bless the impending birth of their union. The spiritual leader had painted the symbols herself, drawing out a female reproductive system onto Lionel’s stomach so that he could ‘share’ the burden of the birthing process along with his mate. Culminating in powerful swirls of yellow on his heavy smooth black balls. Bands of colourful beads and feathers further adorn Lionel’s arms and ankles, joyfully jiggling and clattering with each powerful thrust inside his mate’s body.

Beside the two sits their firstborn son, Albion, a beautiful youth of five summers old. Sex is an everyday occurrence and an activity the tribe shares freely with each other regardless of age as a bonding ritual, thus the young boy isn’t a stranger to the sight of his mother mounting or being mounted by his father. All too often, Nora calls upon her son to partake, and his childish rod has been embraced by her motherly folds and warmth many times before. Equally, Albion’s father has often seated his son onto his lap for a quick rite of bonding as well as a deep intimate kiss. Okapis have long purple prehensile tongues, and whilst penetration is freely shared among tribe members, the act of sliding one’s tongue down another’s throat is deemed a privilege for intimate family members or lovers. Having been nursed by his father and kissed by both his parents, Albion has no issue swallowing either tongue or rod and happily welcomes to opportunity for either.

The young calf sits beside his parents as they heave into each other rhythmically, sometimes slow and tender, other times hard and rough. Nora’s pregnant stomach is taut and equally decorated with colourful symbols depicting the unborn child inside. The drawing bears a very prominent vulva, reaffirming the promise of a strong female warrior to be born by their spiritual matriarch. Lionel is cooing and panting as his glistening black and thick equine rod slides back and forth up inside his mate’s clenching vulva. Nora’s pussy lips wink in anticipation as they draw forth and expel the invading penis all on their own strength, her vaginal opening dilating naturally through the wonders of her female hormones and the pleasures of sex.

Nora’s water has broken many hours ago, and Lionel has been mounting his mate non-stop ever since, taking small breaks only to apply the herbal paste given by the priestess to reinvigorate his virility and continue the ritual of birth. The paste stimulates the production of semen as well as libido, and soothes the aching loins of the mother-to-be. The flared tip of Lionel’s equine cock has been pushed up against the mouth of Nora’s cervix, ejaculating and replenishing the ‘womb water’ she’s lost in the process multiple times, effectively bathing his unborn daughter in his own male essence.

Albion is quick to replace the paste on his father’s magnificent long and thick rod when he sighs and pulls out for the third time that evening. Glistening in the combined juices of his mate and his own, the proud father offers his throbbing cock back to his beautiful young son, the boy reverently taking his father’s phallus in his small hands and massaging more of the herbal paste along its length: “Bless, my son. Your touch alone could sprout life from the branch of a dead tree!”

The five-year-old slender feminine boy smiles up at his daddy, his own equine penis throbbing vigorously in the excitement of partaking in the birth of his little sister: “I came from your penis, daddy. A boy must know how to love his daddy’s penis!”

Listening to his young son speak such profound words, Lionel’s cock flexes in joy, making the cute child giggle as he rubs the herbal paste along his daddy’s length. The proud father remembers the birthing rite of his son like yesterday. He had been preparing his mate’s birthing canal just like he is now, slowly and gradually opening that pesky opening to Nora’s womb. Eventually breaking down the resistance of the fleshy opening and seating his flare inside her womb for that first divine touch only a father and child can share. Exploring his unborn son’s form tenderly with his sensitive tip. Arms, legs, tummy, nose, cheeks… and of course the fat little coin purse hidden between those chubby thighs. Albion had become quite active as Nora’s body was trying to expel him, and he had embraced his father’s flare with his whole body as he was pushed towards the exit. Whether a tiny finger or the unborn’s stiffy, something had poked into Lionel’s meatus right then and there, and the poor overstimulated father had rewarded his son in utero with another warm bath of fatherly semen. Albion had been born embracing his father’s flare, a true daddy’s boy from the beginning!

Albion sweetly smiles up at his daddy as his small hands rub and massage the herbal paste into the length of his father’s shaft. Eventually, Lionel has to stop his son or he might paint the boy’s face with his fatherly essence instead of his mate’s thirsty womb. And tonight, his seed should be spared for only this purpose.
- “Good boy, Albion. Why don’t you help mommy relax while daddy checks up on your little sister?”

The sweet innocent five-year-old okapi boy, top half textures of brown with bottom half patterned black and white like a zebra, eagerly crawls up into his mother’s arms and snuggles comfortably into her voluptuous bosom. Her stiff dark nipples are leaking milk profusely, the scent sour and sweet at the same time, and Albion cannot help but act on instinct to grasp his mommy’s teat and suckle deeply from its bountiful supply. Nora gasps and moans as she feels her precious feminine boy snuggle up to her and drink from her, her strong arms instinctively embracing her spawn as they cradle Albion protectively: “My sweet boy. That feels so good. Want to make mommy feel even better?”

Albion nods and hums his agreement, his boyish lips suckling hungrily from his mother’s sensitive perky nipple as he grinds his boyish erection into the strong warrior woman’s thighs: “Uhu. Love you, mommy.”
Without breaking contact between her breast seeping milk and her hungrily suckling child’s lips, Nora gently repositions her five-year-old son on top of her pregnant baby bump. The skin is firm and can easily bear the weight of the small child, Albion gasping in wonder as he lies on top of it and can feel his unborn little sister kicking him from underneath: “Ah! Your tummy is moving, mommy!”
Nora coos as she caresses her precious boy’s head, her fingers running over the nubs that will one day sprout into Albion’s horns: “That’s your little sister saying ‘hello’ to her beautiful older brother. Albion, my sweet. Now, slide just a little lower…”

Nora gently redirects Albion’s young body down her pregnant stomach, the boy’s propensity to move his hips when aroused kicking in as his boyish erection is firmly ground into his mother’s lower stomach. Lionel sees where his mate is going and smiles as he takes his son’s waist, gently positioning him to embrace his mother’s pregnant stomach whilst grinding his stiffy into the engorged clitoris of his mate: “There you go, my sweet. Just keep rubbing against mommy’s love button, and daddy shall do the rest, alright?”

Lionel’s equine erection is trembling, as hard as the bronze with which they make their spears, leaking precum profusely as the herbal paste and the sight of his son loving his mommy have done their jobs at getting the male ready once again. The father’s spongy horse tip tickles the back of his son’s young balls, making Albion giggle as he embraces his mother’s baby bump with his whole body while hunching, still nursing from her seeping teats as he does. And then, the head of Lionel’s penis slides lower to his mate’s dilated pussy lips, gently sliding back up inside as Nora moans out in a mixture of pleasure and pain: “Ah, Lionel! I think… I think this is the one. No more refilling my empty womb. She’s ready to come!”

The okapi male nods as he sweetly smiles down at his wife over his son’s hunching body: “One more, my sweet. Under the loving eye of Lunar and the burning rule of Helos, her endurance as a warrior shall be tested. And yours shall be reaffirmed.”

The fleshy walls of his mate’s birthing canal are convulsing and squeezing against Lionel’s length, slimy with mucus and his previously spilled semen in an attempt to refill the bath of his daughter within her mother’s cradle. The black sensitive tip of his penis slides forth, bumping into the spasming opening of Nora’s womb, gently tracing the rim of it as it slowly but insistently applies more pressure. Nora groans, her muscular arms clutching Albion even more tightly to her pregnant stomach, using her son’s body to massage her aching abdomen. His small boyish erection is duelling with the engorged clitoris of his mother, both pulsing extensions slick with the semen spilling forth from Nora’s vagina with each of Lionel’s thrusts. The childish equine penis is throbbing with innocent delight, Albion cooing into his mother’s breasts as his small tail is raised up firmly, exposing his winking dark rosy anus to his father’s lustful gaze. An opening of his son Lionel is all too familiar with, and which receives his fatherly attention all too eagerly.

The gates of Nora’s cervix are under siege by her mate’s impressive rod, long and thick and the envy of many of her girlfriends. Slowly but certainly, the winking mouth of the female warrior’s womb relents more and more, the warm and slick sphincter tightly gripping the invading spongy head of the equine cock as it suddenly pops forth within the sacred halls of Nora’s inner sanctum.

Lionel throws his head back and grips both his son and his mate’s hips, a deep guttural moan announcing to the tribe outside that he’s made first contact. A wave of cheering, chanting, and drum beats reinvigorating the tired muscles of both father and mother as they work to bring this blessed new life into this world. Into the loving midst of the tribal family.

The tip of Lionel’s cock flares a little, filling up with blood and excitement as the sensitive flesh caresses the delicate form of his unborn daughter for the first time in their lives. Tenderly, the head slides over the unborn baby girl’s body, her small form curled up in the traditional foetal position as the walls of the womb around her are squeezing to prepare her flight from this snug and cosy warm place.

Nora’s hand finds her mate’s, their eyes full of love as they keep themselves trained on each other, fingers intertwined as the strong female coos to her slender beautiful man: “Describe her for me, habibi. Tell me of my strong warrior daughter!”

Lionel’s penis slides smoothly over the slick and juicy form of their unborn child, coated in a layer of womb water as well as several layers of her father’s previously spilled sperm: “She is… just magnificent, my love. Strong legs, as is common in your bloodline. A powerful heartbeat, her chest is throbbing against my flesh… A slender neck and the absence of nubs on her forehead. Plush lips… Oh!”
The okapi male closes his eyes and raises his upper lip to expose his teeth, lost in the throes of ecstasy as he and his mate continue to hold hands, Nora looking up at her beautiful man with stars in her eyes. The slender male gyrates his hips a little, causing his five-year-old son to giggle as his little balls are slide back and forth over the shaft of his daddy as the adult male pumps shallowly: “A strong powerful long tongue! Like yours, my love. Nearly curled up inside of me… Like Albion did when he was born.”

The revelation of her unborn daughter’s powerful tongue curling up inside her mate’s meatus causes Nora to equally throw her head back and moan in climax as a squirt of womanly arousal flushes out around Lionel’s shaft, coating both her son’s backside and the adult male’s loins. Her powerful vaginal muscles squeeze Lionel’s cock tight, making the male coo even deeper as his brain is overloaded with stimuli.

Just as male okapis in the tribe indulge in male bonding, so too do the females. And their long prehensile tongues help out a great deal in this ritual, hence the excitement and delight Nora experiences, for soon she shall have a daughter of her own to pleasure and be pleasured by in turn.

The scent of semen and sex is briefly overtaken by the smell of womanly arousal in the hut, the fellow tribesmen and women continuing to chant and encourage the couple from outside as the sun is going down. Fires are lit for light, burning colourful flowers and incense to celebrate the impending new arrival. So far, the birth is going swimmingly. A good omen, indeed.

Albion is still gently hunching into his mother’s pregnant stomach, clutching the big round bump lovingly as he grinds his small stiffy against her throbbing pleasure pearl. Normally, his daddy would have shoved a finger or his tongue up his wide open exposed anus by now, but the boy understands that tonight is all about his mommy and his baby sister. Still, he needs more.

The calf of merely five summers old whines softly and squeezes his mother’s stomach in an attempt to gain her attention. Nora, still lightheaded from her powerful orgasm looks at her needy child with half-lidded eyes: “What’s wrong, habibi? Feeling left out?”
The okapi child nods with a pout and is then raised up by his mother’s strong powerful arms onto her chest. Albion is stood with his legs on either side of his mother’s neck, next to the cushions her head is laying on, and he uses the wooden pillar in the centre of the hut for support as his mommy’s soft lips enclose his youthful childish erection: “Ah, mommy. I love you, mommy.”

Nora hums her agreement, letting her son know that the feeling is very mutual, one of her hands holding Albion in place by grabbing his cute little buttock while the other dips down to her soaked loins. She gathers up a good dollop of her mate’s spilled semen and her own arousal, and then brings her free hand up to Albion’s winking dark rosy doughnut to gently slip her fingers inside the five-year-old calf’s pillowy anus. The boy moans out, overjoyed at the token of attention and affection, gently hunching into his mother’s soft mouth as his small penis is sucked sweetly and motherly.

Meanwhile, Lionel is focused on his unborn daughter inside his mate’s spasming womb, space running out quickly as he slithers his slimy throbbing cock head all over the tender form of the girl in utero. Wet little nose, cheeks, ears, neck, chest, arms, legs, tiny tail…

Lionel’s tip is semi-flared in exhilaration, as finally the spongy head slides up in between the chubby thighs of the unborn baby and finds the confirmation of the priestess’s prediction. A set of plump swollen lips, pulsing with the rapid heartbeat of the unborn calf girl, warm and throbbing against her daddy’s cock head. Lionel has to muster all the willpower in the world not to ejaculate on the spot, despite having done so three times before in rapid succession that night. The spiritual matriarch’s herbal paste works wonders, but the first touch of a father and child inside the womb of his mate and their mother cannot be rivalled by any natural remedy or magic.

Gently, the spongy head of Lionel’s equine tip slides up and down over his unborn daughter’s cleft, the fat pussy lips tiny and yet already spreading under the pressure the virile male is applying. Few fathers claim to have ever managed to penetrate a child in their mate’s womb, and though promising to be a heavenly experience, Lionel’s member is simply too thick to manage this right now. Maybe soon, when his daughter has taken her first breaths.

Space is running out rapidly as not only does Nora’s birth canal squeeze her mate’s shaft relentlessly, but her womb and cervix are squeezing down rhythmically at a swiftly increasing pace. The mother grunts out around her son’s erect penis, suckling down onto it extra hard which makes Albion nearly buckle over: “Ah, mommy! Not so hard, mommy!”
Nora isn’t relenting, though, sucking her son’s stiffy as vigorously as she would her mate’s, subconsciously trying to draw forth a load of tasty semen to soothe the aching pains within her loins but of course her son is too young to provide her with such precious load. Her fingers dig deeper into the little boy’s anus, Albion overwhelmed by the stimulation both on his front and in his backside, grasping his mother’s head as he doubles over onto it: “Ah, m-mommy! Ngh!”

Lionel is sweating profusely, pearls of perspiration rolling down his back as he hunches his cock up against his daughter trying to be born. Due to her position, she’s descending in a breech position, the sign of a dreamer and of a breeder. She’s already halfway down, pushing out her father’s cock when Nora huffs out around her son’s twitching stiffy: “Habibi. The endurance test. Don’t let her…”

The slender adult male nods, grabbing his mate’s wide hips as he forces himself back up deeper inside of her loins: “I shan’t forget, my love. Lunar. Helos. Witness our daughter’s resilience!”

Lionel’s firmly flared cock is embraced by his unborn daughter’s chubby thighs, halting the child’s descend down her mother’s birthing canal before slowly pushing her back up into the space whence she came. The baby in utero protests, kicking her little hoofs and clawing out with her arms against the inner walls of Nora’s birthing canal. The mother grunts out, pleased at her daughter’s strong protests, it being indicative of her strong will and warrior spirit: “All… the way, habibi. Ngh.”

The adult male firmly presses back against his daughter, trying to be delicate and not hurt her, whilst fulfilling the rite prescribed by their gods. Slowly, the baby is seated back securely in her mother’s womb, making Nora grunt out as her innards ache something fierce. She releases her son’s penis from her lips and instead embraces the boy, Albion immediately hugging his mother tightly and placing kisses onto her face and neck to soothe her: “Love you, mommy!”

And then, with another explosive orgasm of both mother and father, seed rushing forth and vaginal muscles spasming, the protesting baby girl okapi is born embracing her father’s penis just like her older brother had. As an exhausted Lionel cuts the umbilical cord with a dagger, the newborn infant draws her first breaths and bellows forth her wails of indignance, announcing her arrival to the tribe outside the hut. A roar of cheering, chanting, and instruments responds to the baby’s cries, and the fellow tribesmen and women spontaneously start dancing to celebrate.

Despite the commotion coming from outside, the scene inside the hut remains subdued, tender, and full of joy. The newborn baby girl, slick with her father and mother’s juices, is brought up to lay at the woman’s breast and suckle deeply from her nourishing milk. Fully depleted and soft, Lionel’s member lies contentedly on top of his mate’s deflated stomach as he leans over his new baby girl, curling his long purple tongue out to clean her. Albion is witnessing the bath his father is giving his new sibling, looking eager to help as Nora nuzzles her son’s head affectionately: “You may if you want to, habibi. Welcome your baby sister into this world kindly, eh?”

Albion nods and joins his father, his own long prehensile purple tongue snaking out to caress every nook and cranny of the squirming female infant as she lays at her mother’s breast. The boy is especially curious, just like his father, about the area between the okapi calf’s legs. Her vulva is swollen due to birthing hormones, disproportionally plump, and Albion’s small penis twitches in excitement as his tongue snakes curiously into his newborn baby sister’s slit. Witnessing his son’s curiosity and arousal, Lionel smirks with an exhausted smile and opens up his newborn daughter’s chubby legs, spreading her plumply swollen cunny lips for his son’s inspection: “Daddy is too big, habibi. But, if you want, you can welcome little sister into this world properly. What do you say?”

Nora is drifting off, but smiles as her son slowly mounts her deflated stomach, the strong warrior woman keeping her newborn daughter’s lips locked to her nurturing nipple but turning the baby’s hips to the side and splaying open her legs as Albion’s childish equine cocklet is laid firmly against his new sister’s tiny slit: “Gentle, habibi. She’s had a rough night so far.”

Slowly, and with his father’s loving hand guiding his small penis, Albion’s tip is rubbed up and down between the large swollen lips of his newborn baby sister’s slit. Ever so gently and controlled, Lionel gives his son’s cute bum a push, and in the blink of an eye the boy’s semi-flared tip is swallowed up by his infant sibling’s pussy. A deep wondrous coo escapes Albion’s lips, stars of pleasure flashing before his eyes and the exhilarating thrill of mating a female closer to his own age than his mother runs down his spine to tingle pleasantly in his five-year-old balls.

The boy is cradled in his mother’s arms along with his baby sister, the girl only protesting occasionally around the thick juicy nipple of her mother’s teat as her older brother deflowers her newborn body and welcomes her properly into the warm embrace of the family. Lionel shambles over to the doorway, opening up the flap to let in the cool air of the night, greeted by his fellow tribesmen and women as they come bearing gifts of food and drink. He smiles warmly at them, his penis swaying from side to side still dripping with his virile male essence as he gestures small groups to come in one at a time. The guests are greeted with the sight of Nora nursing her newborn daughter whilst the okapi boy of five summers old suckles her other teat and gently penetrates his infant sister. They too shall donate milk, male and female, before all too long. A good omen, indeed.