Story by Custos
(Original posting 18 december 2016 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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3. Impala: Of Love and Seed

The heavy wooden doors close behind the group as they follow the Protector inside the temple, the temperature change immediate as Miran grips the sides of her arms in the chilly breeze. Bron embraces her shoulders and holds her delicate frame close to his as he attempts to keep her warm, their eyes finding each other’s again as they smile, Miran’s neck cocked to look up at her much taller husband.

The impalas have an excellent view of the Protector’s backside as the large divine beast calmly walks forth with his wobbling hefty sac plainly in view underneath his swaying tail. Occasionally they pass a brazier which provides light and warmth in the otherwise cold stone structure.

They arrive at a very large room, the temperature rising to comfortable levels once again thanks to the many braziers present. It’s also kind of humid, tropical plants growing along the pillars and walls and water dripping from the ceiling. In the middle of this ceiling is a large disc of soft golden light, almost fooling the group into thinking it might be daylight. The room resembles more a tropical cave than a temple, a basin of warm water and a small waterfall in one corner, an altar in the middle surrounded by circular shallow trenches with water flowing from this waterfall. In front of the entrance to the room are several wooden logs cut in half for seating, should a crowd ever be present.

Bron’s breath is taken away by the surroundings, he’s been here twice before. Once when he was a baby and being born and once he underwent the rite to adulthood. The rival warchief and Miran are visibly stunned by the display of divine nature as well, looking their eyes out as they continue to follow.

The Protector sits himself down next to the altar, giving the following a good look at it as they too stop. The altar is made of smooth white stone, almost like bone, shaped in some sort of bed for someone to lay upon with their legs raised up. Ideal for a birthing position. Furthermore there are flat surfaces in strategical locations sticking out to the sides so that a large beast like the Protector himself might stand over the person laying upon the altar. Finally, there is a platform big enough for the Protector to lay upon above the head of the altar seat, allowing the Protector to sit or lie down with a good view of what’s happening to the person below.

Dor separates from the small group and makes his way up to the altar, standing next to the Protector as he addresses the fathers and the newly wed couple:”Every milestone in an impala’s life is witnessed and participated in by the Protector. Birth, coming of age, marriage and death. Today the Protector is pleased to be witnessing the loving union between Bron and Miran, and he will bless their union with the conception of child this very night.”
The shaman turns towards the Protector, bows down and lightly strokes the palm of his hand over the large furry orbs between its hind legs:”May his virility flow through you today, Bron.”
The shaman straightens up again and nods towards both fathers as they each take hold of their own child’s shoulders, directing the lovers’ gaze away from their significant other and towards their paternal parent.

Bron smiles at his father and Enun smiles back, both having one hand on each other’s shoulder, their bond clearly deep and loving, “Bron, my son. Today you become the warchief. Your seed will produce our tribe their future leaders whom will continue our proud line and traditions. Remember always, that our line has always ruled with wisdom and strength. You will lead, but foremost, you will remain my son. And I’m proud and love you.”
His fathers words clearly touch and move Bron deeply, the male swallowing the lump that has formed in his throat and softly replies:”Thank you father. I’ve always admired you. And you’ll always have my love too.”
The two embrace each other and hold on for a minute, just enjoying the closeness as well as making peace with how their lives will change after this day.”

Meanwhile Miran looks up at her much taller father and smiles meekly, Gorn looks proud and saddened at the same time. He gazes down upon the delicate and beautiful face of his only daughter as he reaches to grasp her cheek, their eyes never wavering from each other and he softly sings in breaking voice:”Daughter of mine. Star in the night. Your smile so frail, tender and soft. Daughter of mine, you’re a woman now. Flower blossoming, with pearls of starlight. Pure heart, gift of the Gods whom love you. Daughter of mine, always. I’m the blood that pumps within your heart, now and forever.”

Miran realizes the difficulty her father has with letting her go, like all fathers undoubtedly feel about their little girls marrying and leaving their homes, and she grasps the hand that holds her cheek. She tries not to tear up but to keep smiling as her father’s soft singing turns into a hum, his face coming closer as they connect their foreheads to each other. Their bodies are naturally drawn closer as her head shifts to her father’s shoulder, Gorn cradling her in his arms as he embraces her:”You will always be my little princess. Never forget that.”
Miran feels a tear rolling down her cheek as she hugs her father, his new horn poking somewhat uncomfortably into her stomach:”I’ll never forget, you’ll always be my father and I’ll always love you.”

Bron and his father have broken their embrace and Enun kneels down as he tenderly unbinds the cords of his son’s new impressive horn and pulls it off his penis. The younger male’s member is pointed straight up and obviously ready to go, Enun having to chuckle at his son’s eagerness for his first taste of an impala woman. As his son’s father he’s supposed to help Bron prepare for the sexual contact he’s about to have with his new wife, though it doesn’t seem like the warchief’s son needs much help.

Enun gives his son’s erect penis a few strokes, pumping the soft skin up and down the hard flesh as his other hand cradles Bron’s balls:”You look ready, my son. Have you shown determination in holding your release as soon as we got the news?”
Bron groans and nods as his father masturbates him lazily, his shaft twitching:”Y-yes, father. The thought of my first time with Miran has given me the strength to resist.”
The kneeling older male chuckles as he looks up at his son, continuing to casually stroke his son’s hard cock:”You’ll find that she will be a pillar of strength and comfort in your life, however dire the situation might look! Never forget that she will be an extension of your own self, that her support will carry you through any cloudy day.”

Bron nods and smiles down at his father, feeling how the older male’s grip is expertly keeping him aroused without risking to edge his son too much. He then looks over to his wife, the young girl in her father’s embrace. At just twelve summers old she looks so much smaller than him, her delicate slender form dwarfed by his strong but elegant build. They then part and look each other briefly in the eyes, Miran smiling as her father wipes her tears away, equally smiling down at her now.

Sensing his daughter’s uncertainty, he guides her hands towards the horn adorning his penis, allowing her to grab the knots tying the leather cords together as he softly whispers:”Go ahead, daughter of mine.”
Miran unbinds her father’s horn and slides it off his member, revealing the flaccid but still impressive penis that once provided the seed from which she was born.

Her delicate hand gently grabs the fat flesh of her paternal parent, the member quickly stiffening up under the soft guidance. Gorn grunts lowly as his daughter helps her father reach full mast in a matter of seconds, the tip bare and swollen as the slit on top opens up to allow a drop of sticky wetness to form. She bows down and her lips connect tenderly with her father’s crown, plucking a wet smooch on it as she tastes his arousal.

Enun notices his daughter-in-law’s action and again smiles up at Bron’s grinning face, bowing down as well as he places a wet smooch on top of his son’s pre-cum leaking penis tip.

Gorn then gently coaxes his daughter off his penis and straightens her up, mumbling that it’s his task to get her prepared and not the other way around. Miran blushes and smiles as her father bows down on one knee, holding his daughter’s hips as his eyes are transfixed upon her sex. Her vulva is truly beautiful, the darker lips surrounded by her creamy white fur. As Gorn’s trembling thumbs hold and part her plump pussy lips, her pink insides are revealed as she’s already moist in anticipation. The paternal male can’t resist and leans forward, grasping his daughter’s buttocks as his tongue darts out to firmly push into her cleft, placing his lips upon her vulva and sucking himself onto her. Miran’s knees almost buckle as she places her hands around her father’s horns, holding onto them as she moans out loudly, the strong male’s hands helping her to keep standing up as he sucks her slit and pushes his tongue inside as deeply as possible.

Both father and son look on as Miran’s father treats his daughter to a thorough tongue bath, the older male’s penis pulsing between his kneeling legs as pre-cum drips to the mossy stone floor beneath. The warchief and son gasp as the rival warchief’s spilled pre-seed conjures the growth of thorny roots with flat broad flowers in deep red and orange colours from the mossy floor below. Both males thinking the same, they look down at the floor between Enun’s own legs, his pre-cum having dripped down as well and having produced thin wiry strands with small leaves and tiny blue flowers.

As Gorn digs his tongue deeply inside of his daughter’s tight delectable cunt, Miran slowly regains her strength and stands more securely upon her own hooves again, holding her own pert budding breasts as she pinches her own nipples:”Oh daddy. Oh daddy, yes. Deeper, daddy!”
Gorn grunts out, complying to his daughter’s wishes as best as he can, having to resist using his fingers on her tight birth channel as well.

His tribe had never considered such casual and spiritual sexual contact before he had send a messenger to Enun’s tribe with the formal request to marry their firstborn offspring to each other. He had heard rumours of the strange customs this far away tribe practiced under the guiding light of a divine lion creature, never having to fear war or death under the Protector’s embrace. His own tribe had its share of grief and sorrow, and as warchief he felt it came down to him to end this uncertainty in life for his tribe members. Even if it meant merging their tribes and losing his position as warchief altogether. He wanted his future children to grow up safely, without the worries he had to endure in his life.

Gorn had arrived with his highly pregnant wife at the green mountain in the savannah. He and his wife had been privileged to birth their daughter in the Protector’s temple and undergo the same treatment any impala in Enun’s tribe would have been given. Usually fathers are the ones whom first penetrate their newborn daughters during this birth ritual. Gorn doubts to this day that he would’ve been able to, being so new to the Protector’s laws and rituals, to touch and insert his penis inside his newborn daughter. But because his girl had been promised to marry Enun’s firstborn son, he was not allowed to do this anyway, since a princess needs to remain pure and a vaginal virgin for her future husband. Thus Gorn had never been able to enjoy the tight vagina of his daughter like a man wants to, though he hopes his son-in-law wouldn’t object to him attempting to after Bron’s seed already produced offspring inside her belly. 

With a sudden touch of a firm male hand, Gorn is woken from his deep thoughts, his tongue still buried deeply inside his daughter’s slit and his nose pressed tightly into her lower stomach. He looks up and withdraws as he sees Dor the shaman looking at him with an understanding smile:”It is time.”

Gorn rises to his feet and smiles to his daughter, her flushed face blushing as she smiles back. He holds her hand as he guides her to the altar, Enun doing the same for his son as the Protector sits next to the smooth stone construct.

Dor guides Bron to sit cross-legged onto foot end of the altar, which he does, and then helps Miran to stand over him. She is then directed to hunch down, Bron holding her hands to help support her as her hind quarters now float over her husband’s groin. Bron can feel his erect cock jump and pulse in anticipation, the moment he’s been waiting for all these years within grasp!

The shaman then grasps Bron’s hard pole, giving it a few playful squeezes and tugs as he beckons both fathers:”Please bless Bron and Miran’s union. Bless them truly with a genuine and wanting heart, release your children to each other.”
Enun is the first to step up to the altar, since Gorn is unfamiliar with the customs, and he kisses the tip of his son’s penis, swirling his tongue around the fat head. His tongue then darts out and traces along Miran’s cleft, tasting her arousal and anticipation, as well as her father’s saliva. He then grasps his own erection as well as his son’s and presses both of them together, masturbating them briefly as he touches both leaking tips to each other:”I bless and release you to Miran, my son. May your children be many and carry the Protector’s values in their hearts.”

Enun then releases his grip on his son’s cock and steps back, making space for Gorn. The ex rival warchief is obviously hesitant, stepping up as he too lowers his face to Bron’s loins. He looks at the fat penis of his son-in-law closely, taking in every detail as he grasps it, pointing it upwards towards him. He looks back at Enun, the shaman and the Protector, seeking the confirmation he needs. The Protector is stoic, looking on with interest whilst the two other impala males smile and nod in encouragement. Gorn directs his gaze back to the impressive token of masculinity in front of him and then presses his lips to the fat leaking crown, swirling his tongue around it as he then quickly withdraws, the taste of Bron’s seed on his tongue. He quickly dips his tongue into Miran’s slit, tracing her lips as he then straightens up and presses his cock to Bron’s.

He’s clearly not into male contact but will persevere for his daughter. Gorn grasps both cocks and presses them together in masturbatory movements, making sure their pre-cum mingles and combines:”I bless and release Miran, my daughter, to Bron. May your children be many and carry the Protector’s values in their hearts.”

The older male then releases and withdraws, standing back as then the Protector moves for the first time, standing up and walking in front of the combined hind quarters of Bron and his young twelve summers old wife. The lion’s impressive member is peeking out of his fat sheath, no sign of pre-cum yet, as he sits down again and moves his huge head between Bron’s legs. His tongue darts out and slowly and thoroughly laps from Bron’s balls, still covered in symbolic painted hands, over his erect penis and then in between Miran’s legs. The raspy rough surface makes Bron and Miran moan out, the girl falling into the arms of her older handsome husband as he holds her close, feeling her perky budding tits press into his chest.

The Protector’s tongue curls in an almost prehensile motion and dips briefly inside Miran’s slit with the very tip of it before withdrawing. The beast remains sitting in place, having a first row seat as Dor the shaman then calls for both fathers to flank the lion and the lovers:”Fathers. Enun. Gorn. Take hold of your child’s genitals and help them connect once more like they did when they got engaged.”

Bron’s mind instantly flashes back to the moment he was allowed to see his newborn wife for the first time. Eight summers old, he eagerly ran into the rival warchief’s quarters where he found both his parents and Miran’s, as well as Miran herself of course. She lay naked inside her cradle, cooing sleepily as a midwife explained Miran’s parents how to properly take care of their daughter’s needs, including sexual touches. Gorn and his wife Ni’nde had carefully touched their fingers to their newborn daughter’s slit, rubbing and sliding through the cleft of her fat plump baby pussy whilst Bron and his parents looked on.

After allowing Bron to touch and discover every part of his newborn fiancee’s body, he was directed to sit cross-legged whilst his mother helped his little penis to a fully erect state by massaging her son’s childish cocklet. The midwife then placed Miran’s nude form onto Bron’s, his stiff little penis sticking up as the midwife and his mother helped guide it inside Miran’s newborn pussy, the baby not older than a few hours. Phala, Bron’s mother, had commented how cute her son’s cocklet was sticking up above the small leather pouch holding his balls, being guided into Miran’s slit. The baby didn’t even protest, cooing out as Bron’s small dick slid inside her virginal and undeveloped vaginal channel. The boy was instructed to embrace the baby and hold her close so she could get used to his penis inside of her and to his touches and scent, the parents witnessing the first few minutes before walking out and giving Bron some privacy.

Bron sat completely still, his hard little penis never wavering as he was very thrilled and excited by the moment, despite not fully understanding the gravity of the situation. He held Miran’s warm body close to his, feeling her heartbeat slowly adjust to his, his small penis pulsing the same beats into her plump slit as well. He had started to softly speak to her, gently rocking both of them back and forth as he did, telling her about how he would grow into a strong warrior and protect her. About how they would get lots of children. But he also told her about his favourite games, his favourite foods, about which sports he liked and about the stories the shaman told the children.

It had ended when the parents returned with the shaman, who confirmed the union was still complete, blessing both children by masturbating and allowing them both to drink from the seed as it spewed forth from his penis. Miran had been fed according to the birth rite’s traditions, but newborn babies are constantly hungry, thus she eagerly suckled along with Bron on the shaman’s dripping cock tip.

And now, here they were, both united in exactly the same position which sealed their engagement twelve years ago. He can feel his father’s hand grasp his erect penis once more whilst Miran moans as he father’s hands spread her lips to reveal the pink wet insides to the Protector. Both parents help their children’s genitals to find each other, hot flesh connecting with hot flesh as Bron and Miran moan out in mutual pleasure. The male impala’s fat tip pushes aside her delicate lips and slides inside in one smooth move as Bron’s hips give a powerful thrust, breaking her cherry once again like he did when she was a baby.

Both sets of hands are withdrawn, Bron and Miran breathing loudly as they both revel in the sensation of their first real sexual contact. Bron bites his tongue, he does not want to disappoint her in spewing his seed within the first seconds of their union! Miran on the other hand doesn’t hold back, her pussy squeezing his flesh as she slowly starts rocking upon her husband’s pole, experiencing a set of mini-orgasms as they build in intensity. Unable to hold back any longer, Bron now hunches his hips upwards as well, thrusting his cock inside the young teen as his balls slap to her swollen lips, his hard shaft sliding along her sensitive clitoris as the nub rubs all over the pumping surface.

He holds her to his chest in a tight embrace, her tits pressed firmly against him as Bron squeezes the breath out of her in a tight bear hug. The Protector, shaman Dor, Enun and Gorn are treated to the sight of the young lovers copulating, all their cocks erect in sexual arousal. Gorn is both aroused and incredibly jealous, but he tries to enjoy Miran’s sexual pleasure as well. After all he’s eager for grandchildren just as much as Enun. The latter is masturbating unabashedly, proudly pumping his cock as he stands in between Dor and the Protector, in plain view of Gorn on the other side of the altar. Gorn briefly looks down at his pulsing hard cock and then gives in to the desire and sexual tension, grasping his own erection as he continues to focus his gaze upon Miran’s pussy being plowed by his son-in-law. Their combined flesh and movements sending loud and wet slapping sounds into the large echoing room.

Bron cries out and pushes his hips into Miran’s with one last violent thrust, his balls pulling up in their sac as he spews a few weeks of unspilled seed inside of his beloved young teen wife. She cries out as her nails dig into the fur and flesh on her husband’s shoulders, feeling how seemingly a torrent of hot seed is unleashed inside of her, filling her and pushing her over the edge as well. Her pussy lips close tight as a vice around his member in rhythmic ripples, milking him for every last drop, as she too trembles in an explosive series of intense orgasms.

Her body falls down upon Bron’s, both lovers embracing tightly as they nuzzle and pant into each other’s neck, their lips plucking each other’s fur with kisses as their lips find each other’s and intertwine in a passionate kiss. The scent of sweat, sex and semen fills the air as they only have eyes for each other in this brief moment.

They can faintly hear the sound of two males masturbating near the foot-end of the altar when suddenly they feel a hand touching their heads. Their lips pull apart, ending their kiss as they both look up. Dor the shaman is hunched down upon the altar near their heads, his hefty balls dancing up and down as he masturbates his uncovered penis, finally allowed to fulfil his sexual part of the conception ritual. He grins and grunts down at them as he strokes his hard cock close to both lover’s faces, panting his words:”Bron. Miran. Ngh. Are you ready to embrace the Protector’s care and law into your hearts? To pledge your unborn children to his loving guidance?”

Miran and Bron both nod, the impala male looking upside down at the impressive bouncing sac of the shaman, the young female teen looking straight at the pre-cum leaking tip. Dor grunts once more:”Then drink, children. Drink from my seed for it is blessed by his celestial touch. And start your next step towards bringing your children into this world under his loving embrace.”
Barely have the trembling words left shaman Dor’s lips as he grunts out softly once more, directing the tip of his cock to both lover’s faces, his heavy balls drawing up towards his body.

Both Bron and Miran quickly catch on what’s expected of them, leaning their open lips together towards the shaman’s penis tip as Dor hunches deeper, touching his hot flesh to their mouths. An explosion of hot seed jets forth from Dor’s swollen member, streams of thick slimy semen landing in both lover’s mouths as they eagerly swallow and open wide for the next spurt. As soon as they gulp down the first load, the world around them starts to swirl and fade, the only conscious thought remaining to suckle as much of the shaman’s seed as they possibly can. They can hear shaman Dor’s voice vaguely in the distance as their mouths desperately try to lock onto his still spurting tip, the fat cock withdrawn from them as they seem to fall down into a blueish black void filled with stars:”Your journey starts now. Seek out your children. Help them find their way. Do not fear, the Protector is with you.”

Both Miran and Bron grasp to embrace each other tightly, the two lovers falling down into a star scattered sky.