Story by Custos
(Original posting 26 December 2023 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

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Trailblazersfan1 commission: The Rite of Passage

There is a buzz going through the tribe as the evening sun starts to set and bathes the landscape in its warm glow.

The steppes are dry and barren, save for the occasional trees providing shade and tall grass stretching as far as the eye can see. Rocky bluffs rise from the earth like sleepy elemental giants, eroded by rivers of ancient pasts and decorated by the symbols of the indigenous tribes whom have lived here for thousands of years. So too does the dragon clan belong to one of these indigenous peoples, and its loremaster can accurately recount all the way back when streams of water still flowed richly through these lands.

An oasis is nestled within the depths of a basin in these dry plains, protected from the desert winds and heat, and in these fertile grounds the dragon tribe calls itself at home. Their hips are clad with loincloths made from vegetation and animal furs, and their bodies adorned with the colourful paints made from crushed beetles and flower pigments. The little ones run around fully naked and carefree, and only during the rite of passage does one receive the right to protect one’s loins from the lusty gazes of men and women alike. Some cubs may grow up faster than others, for dragons have many different strains of ancestry coursing through their veins, and an example of a very early maturation is the subject of tonight’s celebration.

The whole tribe is preparing for the festivities, as after sundown, their chieftain’s daughter would ascend into adulthood at the tender age of six summers old, for the girl has had the signs that her first ovulation is impending. A clear invitation by the spirits to ascend the little one among the ranks of the adults, according to the tribe’s shaman. And it would be unwise to scorn the spirits upon which their tribe depends to survive, for only their blessings carry the successful bloom of the fruit plants and proliferate the wildlife they hunt. Despite their ancient draconic ancestry, these wingless dragon people exhibit mostly humanoid mammalian traits when it comes to their reproductive organs, with the exception that most females lay eggs. Murmurings make their rounds among the people about a girl this young being fertilised, for a dragon egg is large and a six-year-old’s body is small. They hope the shaman is right and that they’re not about to force a bad omen by endangering the chieftain’s daughter by conducting the rite so early in her life.

In the chieftain’s living quarters, smaller tents surrounding a huge one which serves as the family’s den, little Pride is bathed and scrubbed by her siblings and mothers in preparation for the rite of passage. Pride is a feisty six-year-old, excitable and proud even for her age’s standards. She’s beyond thrilled about the shaman’s omen and hadn’t dared to dream that her greatest challenge yet would happen to her so soon in her short life. Pride absolutely adores her father, and wishes to step into his footsteps one day, dreaming of leading the tribe as one of the next chieftains.

Pride is drawn back from her reveries by one of her mothers, all part of chieftain Nakka’s harem, the dragon woman scrubbing the little one’s back a bit harshly:”Focus, Pride! What are the stages of the sacred communion?”
The small dragon girl winces but bites away the discomfort, having long learned not to show weakness when faced with adversity:”One, acceptance of a father’s dominion over his children until they marry. Two, reception of wisdom and strength generously donated by the father, the chieftain, and the shaman. Three, a test of endurance and ultimately, fertility. Again, generously donated by the father, the chieftain, and the shaman. Finally, to share one’s blessings with the tribe. One for all, all for one.”

The mother’s touch softens as she nods approvingly. The words that had been spoken from her child’s lips had sounded much too mature for her age, as they had been studied and recited to her since remembrance. Like a nursery rhyme or hymn, to be prayed when the sun emerged at the horizon and went to sleep at the end of the day. Still, Pride is very aware of the meaning of these words, and she’s full of energy and excitement. Ready to face the challenges she has not yet any clue about later on during the ritual.

After her bath, Pride is stood on a tree stump in the middle of the tent, and her sisters and mothers dip their hands in expensive blue and orange paints to draw intricate and beautiful symbols all over her naked body. One of her mothers draws a representation of her womb and reproductive organs on her plump little underbelly, culminating in a line drawn directly to her puffy mons and a playful colouring of the six-year-old girl’s clitty defiantly emerging from the top of her chubby cleft. As is normal for her young age, Pride still retains a lot of baby fat, a fact that makes her look healthy and adorable. The girl giggles as all of her female siblings and mothers blow over the paints to help them dry quicker, causing a generally amicable and jovial mood as for a moment everyone is allowed to break decorum.

Colourful ribbons in the same orange and blue hues are then carefully swaddled all around Pride’s body, for the very first time obscuring her youthful beauty from the lustful gazes of the world. The child’s sandy yellow skin and scales hidden from sight and her four little horn nubs emblazoned with the very expensive and rare gold pigment. Finally, it is then time as the golden rays of the sun’s last light vanish from the treetops in the tropical basin, allowing the darkness and cold of the night to wash over the tribe. Torch after torch is lit, the dragon clan using their own fire-breathing skills in impressive displays to light the road from the chieftain’s residence all the way to the temple’s stairs in the middle of the basin, surrounded by the oasis’ waters.

The darkness and cold are banished once more, this time by the heart and unity of the dragon tribe, as the tent flaps are opened and the people waiting outside cheer for their princess as she emerges all swaddled up in colourful ribbons. The procession starts as Pride’s many mothers too emerge from the tents painted in beautiful but subdued colours, impressing the importance of their daughter’s day. Pride is placed on a large and magnificent wild horse stallion, the feral beast painted in the same flashy colours as the child. Petals of wildflowers are thrown from the crags up above, showering the attendants in beauty as Pride smiles and waves when she’s lead through the streets. In tribute to the little princess undergoing the rite of passage today, adult males and females alike push their loincloths aside and proudly display their dripping erections, excited blushing vulvas, and their stiff nipples. It is a symbolic tradition to welcome the child among its peers and to demonstrate the elation and anticipation of its fellow tribesmen and women.

Finally, the magnificent wild stallion reaches the steps of the temple in the waters of the oasis, the beast made to kneel as Pride dismounts it gracefully. The loose ends of her ribbons flow in the wind as her people cheer her on, the little girl setting her eyes upon her father and the shaman standing on the ceremonial platform in front of the temple above her, a wide smile causing her draconic fangs to be bared for all to see. Chieftain Nakka, Pride’s father, responds to his little girl’s token of enthusiasm by wearing a broad yet collected smile himself. His magnificent virile and strong body is decorated in the same blue and orange symbols, and for the occasion he’s wearing the ancestral horn of his great-grandfather over his member. The ornament is held in place by a string around his hips and is firmly pointed upwards. Aside from that, the healthy virile male wears nothing but a few leather straps with bones and beads, each with their own symbolic significance.

The shaman is a male around the chieftain’s age, and a whole lot thicker. Not fat, but muscularly chubby. His body is chastely decorated with a sarong made from the finest sabre-toothed cat’s fur, the skull of the same animal planted over his head like a mask. He’s holding a staff that has been passed on since the loremasters can remember the tribe existing, the gnarled wood intertwined with the bone of one of their feral draconic ancestors and imbued with the magic of the true dragons. Or so the story goes.

The crowd cheers as little Pride starts her ascension up the stairs, her father reaching her his hand and offering the warmest of encouraging smiles. Though, his demeanour is welcoming and fatherly, the six-year-old needs to remember that tonight is a trial, and she’ll have to perform to the best of her abilities to bear the rite to fruition and honour her peers.

The shaman is chanting and mumbling as he taps his staff to several key places of Pride’s body when the little girl arrives at ceremonial platform, the colourful ribbons billowing in non-existent wind before they unwind from the six-year-old’s body as if by magic. They dart through the air like airborne serpents, leaving the child bare like the day she hatched, and her father breathes out a magnificent display of fire as he burns each and every one of them into colourful ashes, symbolising the start of her transcendence from childhood into adulthood. The crowd is cheering and the shaman lifts his hands to calm them:”Brothers and sisters, sons and daughters, nephews and nieces. Loved ones all. We are gathered to mourn the loss of innocence, and to celebrate the ascension of Pride, daughter of Nakka, our honoured chieftain.

Once more the tribe erupts into joyful roaring. Parents are carrying their little cubs on their shoulders so they can see better, and the elderly have been given places at the very fronts as to not impede their vision. Nakka is standing at front of the ceremonial platform hand-in-hand with his daughter, and they both wave to the gathered crowd with their free hands. The chieftain winks at his little girl from the side, Pride feeling her small chest swell with… well, with pride, as she realises she’s the youngest of her father’s children to ever have ascended. The muscular and large round shaman turns back to the duo standing near him and he bows to his chieftain as he speaks loudly:”Chieftain Nakka, at your leisure. Begin the ritual when you see fit.”

Nakka releases his daughter’s hand and turns to face her, and she him, their profiles now towards the crowd below. Pride realises that the ritual will be simplified, for usually a father is involved next to the chieftain and the shaman, but her father being the chieftain consolidates that role into one person. Normally, a child would kneel before their father in the step to come, but Pride being so young causes her head to barely come up to her father’s belly button, so Nakka simply nods towards her to proceed.

With trembling fingers, the six-year-old sand-coloured dragon girl reaches out and takes hold of the horn around her father’s groin, gently disconnecting the chord that holds it in place as she lifts it up and off her daddy’s penis. Her father’s body is impressive, and so is his humanoid penis. The pink length throbs as it is released into the open air and a wave of awe washes over the tribe below. Awe and concern, for the flared pink mushroom head on their chieftain’s cock is about the same size as his daughter’s lower jaw, and his shaft as thick as one of her thighs. The copper-and-yellow coloured dragon male’s penis flexes in salute and a thick bead of precum oozes up from its meatus, enticing his small daughter as she for the first time in her young life will partake of her father’s essence so publicly and ceremoniously.

The shaman speaks up with deep rumbling voice, his chanting reaching the farthest corners of the tropical oasis’ basin as he too pushes aside his sarong to reveal a fat hog of a humanoid cock in thrilled erect state:”Spirits, accept our token of submission to your rulings. You have commanded and we obey. So too shall young Pride accept her father’s dominion over her until she marries and seal it with manifestation of her love and respect. Go on, child. Embrace thy father’s lifeblood within thyself.”

Pride takes hold of her father’s thick throbbing penis, gently sliding her very small fingers over the warm length as Nakka’s member once again flexes in welcoming pleasure. A respectful silence has covered the gathered tribesmen and women, as if they’re holding their breath. The six-year-old’s emerald eyes regard her father’s cock with reverence and she bucks her hips involuntarily as she can feel the wonderful strong tingles tickle her loins in anticipation. Nakka’s firm and heavy hand lands upon his young daughter’s shoulder, his amber eyes full of confidence and encouragement, even now during his role as the stoic chieftain he shows his support for his little girl in whichever ways he can. Pride smiles up at her daddy as she holds the pulsing length as thick as her thigh, the precious beads of precum welling up from the male’s large meatus as she leans forwards and encloses her lips around the tip as far as she can muster.

A sigh of relief dawns over the gathered crowd. Spouses hold each other, cubs are told to remain quiet and to just watch, and hands and fingers are drawn to bobbing erections and blushing vulvas for some empathetic stimulation. One by one the loincloths are discarded, and the tribe’s ritualistic nudity comes to fruition on a beautiful night such as this.

Little Pride is stretching her jaws a little, her father’s thick knob lodged into the back of her throat as she works the muscles to massage his sensitive tip along with the swirling of her soft warm tongue. Chieftain Nakka sighs in pleasure and his thick fingers give his daughter’s shoulder a squeeze, the proud male’s eyes firmly locked upon the union of his flesh with the flesh of his flesh. He can remember the day she hatched like yesterday, the little yellow ball of scales coated in amniotic fluid as her tiny tail unfurled from her chubby body. The four nubs of her cute little horns were nonexistent yet and her dome had been completely smooth. Even then, she had defied the hands of her mothers, wanting to move on her own. A great warrior spirit, recognised the shaman even back then. She had been receptive of her father’s touch, though, and only he had been allowed by the newborn baby to lift her into his lap and lay her at his tip for sustenance. A true daddy’s girl from the very beginning.

The crowd watches and lazily masturbates as the six-year-old dragon cub suckles from her daddy’s cock head up on the platform whilst the shaman continues to chant. His rituals are meant to appease and keep the attention of the spirits whom had commanded this ceremony, though if the spirits are as warmblooded as their subjects, it is hard to imagine them ignoring the bonding between father and daughter on display. Now stimulated, Nakka’s penis produces thick dollops of fatherly precum which are easily swallowed by his daughter, her throat bulging as she visibly gulps down his essence. Her small yellow hands reach down and heft her father’s heavy balls, her colour brighter in tone than his’.

For a few minutes in silence, the pair peacefully nurture their bond as father and daughter as Pride nurses from her daddy, before the shaman interrupts his chanting to speak up once more:”The spirits seem pleased. Dominion is established and the introduction to the trial is complete. Princess Pride shall now receive the wisdom and strength of her father, her chieftain, and myself as we generously donate these qualities to our future generation.”
The large muscular shaman nods to chieftain Nakka, who then proceeds by taking hold of her daughter’s gold-painted horn nubs. His eyes make contact with hers and he whispers:”Relax your throat. Like we practiced, sweetie.”
Pride nods. It’s only going to escalate from here, but she and her daddy practiced to prepare her for today. Her jaw clicks as she unlocks it, her draconic ancestry allowing her to open her mouth wide enough to swallow large prey, like serpents can. In a way, she’s using this biological feature exactly for what it was meant to do.

Nakka holds his daughter’s horn nubs firmly and starts feeding more and more of his length into her throat, his powerful buttocks flexing to the great delight of the crowd as his hips buck forwards. Inch after inch smoothly disappears down the six-year-old dragon girl’s throat as her mouth widens to accommodate her daddy’s thickness, the flavour of his masculine length prickling her senses something fierce as she rubs her small thighs over each other, aching to soothe the tickle in her young cunny. Nakka chuckles as he notices, whispering to Pride of the good job she is doing and that she’s making him proud.

Halfway is about the most Nakka can manage to slide his cock down his daughter’s throat before it would cause more than just discomfort, and he rests it there for a moment before starting to slide his thick member back and forth. He can feel the small fingers of his little girl playing with his heavy balls, squeezing them rhythmically with the movement of his thrusts, a few beads of sweat starting to roll down his powerful athletic body as he concentrates on pleasure whilst not hurting Pride. The sounds of masturbating echo from the crowd, very slowly resounding louder as the tribe is clearly aroused too by the display of power and restraint by their chieftain as well as endurance and perseverance from their princess. Some parents have even switched their cubs from sitting in their necks to holding them in front of their muzzles, the little ones cooing as tongues are slipped deeply within youthful slits or prepubescent cocklets are swallowed down.

The shaman has discarded his magnificent sarong and is openly masturbating as he performs a dance around Nakka and Pride, matching the thrusts of his thick cock into the palm of his hand with his steps, his deep rumbling voice filling the entire basin with magically enhanced volume. A few drummers by the side of the temple have taken up their mallets and are hitting their wide drums in rhythm with the shaman’s dance, a light sheen glistening over their magnificent athletic warrior bodies as they sweat in the fires of the braziers. Their cocks are swinging in rhythm with their drumming as strings of precum are catapulted everywhere. Up and down, back and forth. In rhythm to their beats.

The intensity of the music rises and Nakka’s hips naturally adopt the beat, his powerful body too now coated in the light sheen as he concentrates, his tail swinging from side to side in rhythm with the cocks of his drummers and their beats as he hunches into Pride’s muzzle with strong thrusts. Pride’s pudgy little slit aches so badly and she wants to dart her little fingers down to relieve herself, but she knows she needs to maintain decorum and thus she squeezes her daddy’s hefty sac in rhythm with the music, edging him forwards as she can feel his shaft expand down her gullet. With a powerful roar and a bright flame lighting up the darkness of the night, the basin is lit up as Nakka spews forth liquid fire into the air and hot incestuous fatherly semen down his daughter’s throat, ejaculating from both ends.

The crowd cheers as they witness the magnificent display, a few already prematurely ejaculating to their dismay as bodies start to writhe up against each other in sensual dance along the beat. Adult or cub, it doesn’t matter, erections and swollen pussies are diddled and rubbed with equal enthusiasm. Tonight, the tribe becomes one to welcome little Pride amongst her grownup peers.

Pride’s throat bulges even further as she visibly gulps down jet after jet of the scalding fatherly seed, taking great care not to spill a drop in her trial. When finally the thick pink shaft emerges from her lips and bounces up in celebration of his daughter’s performance, Nakka can’t help but break decorum and smile a goofy grin down at Pride. Both from pleasure and to put her at ease that she did great:”You did wonderful, sweety. I’m very proud.”
Pride beams up at her daddy before her attention is drawn by the shaman. The man with his muscular round tummy steps forwards and presents his own thick hog to the little girl, continuing to chant and to move his hips in rhythm with the drummers’ beats. It is shorter but even thicker than her father’s cock, and Pride gulps in hesitation, but Nakka lays his hand upon her shoulder and quietly says:”Not to worry, sweety. I’ll guide you.”

The shaman continues to chant but nods respectfully towards his chieftain as Nakka kneels down next to the pair and takes hold of the other male’s thick bobbing erection. The six-year-old dragon girl scoots forwards and opens her maw at her father’s instruction, relaxing her throat as her daddy starts feeding the thick blunt mushroom head of the other dragon male’s humanoid cock down her gullet:”That’s it, sweety. Relax a bit more. Take a breath. Get your fangs behind the rim of the crown.”
Much smoother than anticipated, with her father’s help, Pride swallows about a third of the impossibly thick penis of the shaman, her little tongue exploring the much deeper earthy flavour of the adult’s cock and his oozing precum. Her daddy’s is sweeter and somehow playful, perhaps because he eats so much fruit, whilst the shaman’s essence reminds her of the earth and stoic seriousness. Whilst she prefers the first, even in her young mind she realises that one cannot appreciate one without another, and that both are required to put each other into perspective. Pride tries to smile as her eyes light up in this realisation, both chieftain Nakka and the shaman smiling down at her as they realise her epiphany. The ritual of transference of their wisdom and strength is already taking hold, to their delight. The spirits are benevolent in their omens.

Chieftain Nakka holds the thick penis with one hand whilst holding his daughter’s throat with the other, feeling the bulging manhood through the thin layers of flesh, directing it to safely pass down inside his daughter’s body. The drummers are slightly increasing their beat as the shaman’s chanting speeds up, the large round male swaying and bucking his hips as he grinds into the little girl’s throat in front of the gathered tribe, his large heavy balls swaying and bouncing against his chieftain’s fists as well as Pride’s flat chest. Drops of sweat and precum fly everywhere as the drummers’ masculine bodies reflect the flames of the braziers, their cocks swaying in rhythm of the beat and seemingly encouraging their six-year-old princess in her endeavour. The crowd too eggs on their beloved princess, grinding against each other as they chant her name. A tear rolls down the dragon child’s cheek as she realises the love from her people for her, and course the effort of swallowing a cock so thick causes her eyes to water up anyway.

The shaman huffs and grunts in between his chants, finally throwing back his neck and emitting a blue flame far up the night sky as his cock swells up and copious loads of earthy spiritual semen are dumped right down into Pride’s small tummy. Pride is slightly overwhelmed by the volume of the spiritual man’s loads, her daddy squeezing the other male’s shaft rhythmically to block the fat cock from drowning his little girl, his eyes focusing upon his daughter’s expression as he whispers words of encouragement:”You’re doing great, sweety. Just keep breathing. Swallow. Breathe. Swallow. Breahe. You make daddy very proud.”
Pride’s eyes are full of tears as her little hand lands upon her father’s arm, giving it a squeeze whilst her father’s fingers massage her throat to aid her swallowing.

Finally, the chieftain releases both the shaman’s cock and his daughter’s sore throat as every last drop has been swallowed, the crowd erupting in roars of joy as by now the gathering has devolved into a complete orgy. The drummers have stopped beating their instruments as soon as the last spurt left the spiritual leader’s penis, standing still and crossing their mallets with their cocks pulsing angrily forwards in anticipation of the next stage of the ritual. Their bodies look oiled up, they’re so shiny in the dancing light, their muscles and cocks reflecting the flames stoically.

The ceremony takes a little break to allow the crowd to calm down a little. Nakka’s member is oiled and salved by a beautiful woman and girl with a concoction to help reinvigorate his manhood for the part to come. The shaman drinks some water to help lubricate his throat, for all his chanting has left it somewhat sore. Little princess Pride is approached by her mothers and their many fingers are dipped into a can of oil before they slip their digits all over and inside the blushing vulva of their daughter. Pride’s hips buck uncontrollably as she holds their shoulders, her six-year-old body thrashing around in a happy dance as finally she receives some stimulation to her aching groin. The fingers are quick and thorough, though, not intending on sating their daughter’s childish lust but rather to prepare her body for what is to come. All too soon they withdraw, and Pride is left wanting as she continues to rub her thighs over one another in frustration.

The ritual resumes and before she even knows what’s happening, Pride is lifted up into her father’s strong arms as he carries her to the front of the stage. The drummers have resumed their beats, their strands of precum oiling up the platform as their chieftain takes care not to slip. The shaman is once again dancing around the pair with his cock semi-hard, conjuring illusions of mating dragons up all around father and daughter as he announces:”Princess Pride has received the wisdom and strength of her father, her chieftain, and her shaman. Now she must put those gifts to use and prove her endurance, the ability to stand strong for the tribe and to bear the gift of life within her womb. Fellow brothers and sisters, pray for her. Encourage her. Show her your support as she undergoes this trial!”

Penises of all ages, big and small, and in various states of erection are proudly pushed towards the stage as the tribe displays their devotion to their leader’s daughter. So too, all the beautiful blushing vulvas are prominently displayed for Pride’s eyes to see, of all sizes and ages and in all shapes. Beautiful rounded firm breasts exhibiting stiff perky nipples, as well as the flat chests of her own age group, fondled and stimulated all by hands and lips and other genitals in the crowd. Pride regards it all with awe, her cheeks blushing as deeply as her small cunny by now, as she’s turned towards the gathering in her father’s arms and with her back to him. Nakka holds up his daughter underneath her knees, lifting her up above his mighty phallus as the thick juicy pink helmet is placed against her soft pussy lips in an intimate kiss between a father and his girl.

The drums fall silent and so does the crowd as all eyes are upon the impending union, a thick bead of Nakka’s precum welling up in anticipation in between his six-year-old daughter’s chubby pussy lips and coating her aching tiny clitty in his incestuous essence. The powerful male relishes in the attention of his tribe, of all eyes set upon his cock head wedged against the slit of his very young cub. And then, he pushes his hips up and forwards, making his juicy helmet slide through Pride’s little cleft and lubricating her further in his natural juices.

Slowly, the powerful virile dragon male starts hunching his hips upwards in a steady rhythm, the drummers resuming their beats in tempo with their chieftain’s thrusts. Someone in the crowd starts chanting Pride’s name as her father’s cock head bashes at the gates of her immature sex, the rest of the gathering quickly picking up and Nakka increasing his speed as a result:”Pride! Pride! Pride!”
The little girl can feel her daddy’s slippery fat mushroom head bump into her aching cunny in rhythm with the people’s chants and the drums’ beats. It’s hypnotising and overwhelming, the girl mere six years old and yet in the eye of the entire tribe as she must persevere through this trial of endurance. Nakka can sense his daughter’s wavering conviction, and without missing a beat of his thrusts, leans his lips to her ears as he speaks softly:”You can do this, daughter of mine. Because you’re strong and determined. You were a fighter as soon as you hatched from your egg, and now the whole tribe is gonna witness your might. You’re one of us, and you shall carry my egg as the youngest warrior in the tribe’s history. You’ll be a great combatant, and a great mother. The mother of my hatchlings. Your daddy’s hatchlings. Be brave, sweety. Daddy loves you.”

A gasp is exhaled collectively from the crowd followed by a powerful roar of cheering, for with those encouraging words of their chieftain, Pride’s vulva has relaxed enough for her father’s cock head to push inside until it was caught by the rim of its crown, fully hiding the helmet from sight. Pride groans as her hips twitch in effort, Nakka grunting in sheer ecstasy as his cock head is finally locked within his daughter’s loins, the most tender of ages he’s ever managed to penetrate as an adult. The chieftain throws his head into the back of his neck in rapture, his body not skipping a beat as his loins continue to thrust and push his fat bulbous cock head deeper inside his six-year-old daughter’s impossibly tight vaginal tunnel in front of his entire tribe to witness. The shaman is roaring in delight and the fornicating illusions of ancient dragons encircle the father daughter pair in celebration, the drummers positively ejaculating all over the happy couple as they continue to hit their mallets in  rhythm of the beat.

Both father and daughter are isolated in their heads, the sheer bliss of the moment too overwhelming as the world fades around them. Nakka’s penis is buried halfway up inside his daughter’s vice-tight slit, the six-year-old girl’s vaginal muscles squeezes and milking him in rhythm with his thrusts with all her might. She wants to bear his egg. She wants to birth his child. There would be no greater pleasure to little Pride than to prove to her daddy just how strong she can be for him, in any regard. Nakka’s fingers clench his daughter’s hips tighter, and he grunts out into her ears as he releases. Wave after wave of fatherly semen rushes up inside little Pride’s body, warming and soothing her tummy as she can feel herself fill up rapidly until simply no space was left. Thick white draconic semen spurt from their united loins as the little girl is wracked with a powerful orgasm of her own, the strongest she’s ever experienced in her short life. The crowd before them is showered in their chieftain’s viscous sperm, caught in their maws and reaching hands as they cheer for the blessed union of their leader and their princess. Cocks are lubricated in the sacred semen of the chieftain, pussies are fingered with the life-giving sperm, eagerly swallowed by the subjects of his tribe in true devotion.

Still in the throes of their united orgasm, the shaman takes hold of his chieftain’s hips and presses his fat cock head up against the clenching cunny and shaft of the couple, he too unloading his contribution to the ritual as both Nakka’s shaft and balls and Pride’s slit are coated in his blessings. The masculine bodies of both males shine in the light of the braziers in a sheen of sweat, Nakka and Pride’s minds delirious with pleasure as they push back against the shaman in rhythm of the drum’s beat, the holy man’s meatus managing to squeeze to the little girl’s slit and spurt some of his own virile semen up along his chieftain’s shaft and inside the six-year-old’s already full womb.

The three of them come down from their high, Pride slowly slumping backwards into her father’s strong arms as Nakka needs all his might and concentration to remain standing and keeping his daughter aloft his erection. The shaman embraces the two as his muscular stomach presses into them, his juicy mushroom cock head remaining snuggled up against his chieftain’s shaft and Pride’s small stretched pussy lips as he speaks:”The rite is complete, my chieftain. The spirits are pleased and whisper of conception. Pride shall carry you a healthy egg.”
Nakka’s cock twitches in delight at hearing the news, causing his daughter to groan into his ear as their sweaty bodies stick together:”Thank you, old friend. Your guidance and contributions were essential in the success of the ritual.”

Slowly the two males part as Pride is carefully popped off Nakka’s penis, the thick humanoid shaft still semi-erect and pointing straight towards the crowd. The father’s eye glances over the hedonistic orgy of writhing sweaty and lubricated bodies in front of the stage, and then to the stoic drummers whom despite their ejaculation at the peak of their chieftain and princess’ pleasure are still sporting healthy erections as they wait. Nakka grins to the shaman, putting a hand on top of the other male’s shoulder:”I think it’s time for the last stage, my friend. To offer the tribe the pleasure of my daughter’s newly ascended adulthood. Let’s start with our friends at the drums. They’ve done their job impeccably.”
The shaman nods:”I’ll conjure up another batch of reinvigorating herbs for my chieftain’s, and my princess’, pleasure.”