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Reposted with minor edits... and due to some of my other stories overshadowing this one.  Real proud of this, hope you'll enjoy.", "writing": "The sun rose over the mountains to the east, casting warm golden light upon the Tribelands. The sprawling valley was bathed in light and warmth, filtering through the trees. The various villages of the sprawling valley came to life as their inhabitants greeted the day.\n\n\nThe weather was temperate, cool and breezy without being chilly. The main river burbled with clean, fresh water winding its way through the valley to the lake in the west. Fish sprang merrily from its waters. Deer and boar roamed the forest to the cacophony of hundreds of different species of birdsong. \n\n\nThe Tribelands were a paradise, nearly 100 square miles of peaceful tranquility.\n\n\nThe only thing that broke that tranquility was The Tower. A spire that must have been taller than imaginable on the southern horizon, across the plains, far beyond the farmlands. A grey, ugly thing that most inhabitants had learned to ignore over the years, more out of fear and superstition than out of desire for an unbroken view.\n\n\nA remnant of Those Who Came Before from the time before the End of All Things.\n\n\nIt was a constant reminder that while the Tribelands were paradise, there was nothing but danger outside of the borders. \n\n\nBut that was not on the minds of the inhabitants of the Tribelands today. Today was a happy day. There were events to keep the Tribefolk busy.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nKiran snored softly as his eyes flickered under their lids. His chest rose and fell, his little sister's head resting against him. The boy twitched as images whirled through his sleeping head.\n\n\nHe grunted. Again. And then opened his mouth in a soft, shuddering moan.\n\n\nHis little hips arched upward and thirteen inches of swollen, veiny flesh gave an enormous lurch. A mighty spout of white liquid erupted upward, nearly striking the thatched roof. The fluid arced for a moment, hanging suspended in the morning light as momentum ran out... then gravity pulled it down to land directly on his sister's forehead.\n\n\nShe squealed, yelping as her hair was plastered flat against her scalp by the drumming torrent of gel. She spluttered, shocked and instantly wide awake as she watched her brother convulse. Surprise turned to anger. Her cat ears folded back as she bared her teeth, showing her pronounced fangs, and gave a loud hiss.\n\n\nThat, in turn, jolted Kiran from his sleep. Green eyes opened blearily to see his sister's angry face glaring at him, even as another spray of semen rocketed up her body. It struck the left side of her neck and drizzled messily down her bare chest, leaving a thick white line between her nipples. Another powerful stream of the sticky liquid splattered against her belly, coating it in a thick layer of goo.\n\n\n\"Ewww! Matre!!! Kiran's gooshing all over meee!!!\" cried his sister angrily. Kiran groaned in both pleasure and frustration. He didn't WANT to do what he was doing... He didn't even know WHY he was ejaculating like a firehose. It wasn't as if this was his first orgasm, but it was the first he'd ever had while sleeping. But now he was going to get in trouble with his mother.\n\n\nSure enough, his mother poked her head into the hut from outside where she was cooking over the fire. \"What did you do, Kiran?\"\n\n\nKiran blushed, unable to speak, still convulsing with each eruption. He didn't know how long he'd been spurting for, but his average orgasm ran about ten to fifteen minutes. He grunted and arched his back again, trying to stop the flow with every muscle in his body. It only made it worse, the fluid blasting out with more force, soaking himself, his sister, and the nest of furs, feather-filled cloths, and animal hides he slept on.\n\n\nHis sister had already scrambled up, her entire torso drenched with his semen, and she was trying to wipe herself off with one of the blankets. She did not resemble Kiran all that much, outside of the shape of her eyes and face; her hair was brown, not red, her skin darker, and her tail and ears were black and white with speckles. The little five year old was also covered with white splatters.\n\n\n\"Ewww, it's getting into the feathers. Ughhh. Eww. Matre, why did he goo me? I didn't DO anything! Make him STOP!\"\n\n\n\"He can't stop, dearest. Once a boy starts spurting, the only thing he can do is to ride it out,\" said his mother, trying not to smile at the sight of her daughter looking as though she'd stuck her head inside a barrel of paint. His sister growled in annoyance, still trying to wipe semen out of her eyes.\n\n\nKiran, for his part, could only do exactly as his mother said. His orgasm was going, and nothing he did could stop his penis from pulsating and firing more and more of his ejaculate out into the world. Each time his body was wracked with blazing pleasure radiating from his groin. His heavy, coconut-sized testicles contracted, each one churning and massaging its cargo into his urethra. The fat foreskin-enwrapped glans spasmed, flexing and relaxing rhythmically as it propelled more and more semen through the opening and out into the world.\n\n\nEvery few spurts the pressure would subside a little and Kiran could breathe normally again. But the respite was short-lived, for the contractions would come again, the muscles in his crotch flexing and his penis would surge to fullness and fire another volley.\n\n\n\"It's okay, Kiran,\" said his mother, kneeling beside the bedding as she mopped his cum out of his sister's face. If anything, she seemed delighted by this turn of events, \"It's called a wet dream. Every boy and intersex has them now and then. But we've been waiting for your first. It means you're ready for your Teramanka. Bet it was a surprise for Nyla, though, wasn't it?\"\n\n\nShe grinned at Kiran's sister, who was still pouting as she tried to shake the fluid off her fingers. \"I want a bath. You said we could go swimming today.\"\n\n\n\"We will, after breakfast, dearest. Why don't you go out and tell your patre that Kiran's finished his first wet dream. And don't run!\" she said quickly, seeing her daughter's ears perk up and her tail flick.\n\n\nNyla didn't need to be told twice. She darted away through the flap of the hut, her bare rear bouncing, semen-soaked tail trailing behind her.\n\n\n\"And make sure you wash off in the stream before coming in!\"\n\n\n\"I knowww!\" came the voice.\n\n\nKiran's mother smiled and returned her attention to her son, who continued to convulse in ecstasy. She smiled and knelt down beside him, wrapping a hand around his cock, pumping it up and down slowly. Kiran moaned and his hips shuddered, the spasms intensifying with the new stimulation.\n\n\nKiran's mother, Peri, was an attractive woman, still quite young. She had a slim waist, wide hips, and large breasts, her nipples erect with arousal. Her skin was lightly tanned from the sun, her eyes were a soft grey, and her long hair was a bright, fiery red. Her large feline ears were perked straight up, and her tail was flicking with amusement. A swollen, pulsing penis throbbed between her legs, standing tall enough to brush the undersides of her breasts and wet them with precum. It glistened in the morning light, her own arousal dripping from the head.\n\n\nShe leaned down and pressed her lips to Kiran's tip. Her mouth parted, stretching to accommodate his girth. She gulped loudly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, drawing a fresh mouthful of her son's essence from the fountain of his cock.\n\n\n\"Mmmm,\" she moaned, the vibrations traveling through Kiran's sensitive shaft and sending a shiver of bliss through his body.\n\n\nPeri's hand stroked his cock faster, milking more cum from his balls. She drank deeply, swallowing each mouthful eagerly, savouring the taste of his seed.\n\n\nShe kept sucking, drinking her son's cum until his orgasm finally tapered off. Kiran lay still on the bed, panting and exhausted. He could barely think, much less speak. His balls and groin ached, his testicles still contracting slightly, as though they were trying to empty a bottomless pit.\n\n\nPeri licked her lips, wiping her chin with the back of her hand as she said, \"Mmm. Tasty as always, filia. Now. Once you can walk, go out and wash yourself clean, then come for breakfast.\"\n\n\n\"Yes, matre,\" he said, panting.\n\n\n\"And take your time, there's no rush,\" she added, getting up.\n\n\nShe left the hut, her heavy, meaty cock bouncing between her legs, a thick glob of precum dripping from the tip to land on the dirt floor.\n\n\nKiran looked up at the ceiling, catching his breath. The walls and rafters of the hut were made of bundled straw, thatched and woven together.\n\n\nHe sighed, and sat up. His head was still spinning, his vision clouded by the intensity of his orgasm.\n\n\nHis Teramanka. He hadn't been expecting it. Everything in his life was about to change.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nKiran washed the semen from his peach-colored skin, taking his time in the cool water of the stream. Further up the valley, the water was ice cold thanks to melting snow on the mountains, but by the time it reached where Kiran lived, the sun had warmed it enough that it was comfortable.\n\n\nIt was Kiran's fifteenth spring, though like all young Tribefolk, he had not grown much since he turned 7. It was said that Those Who Came Before lived much shorter lives, and their children grew up more quickly. Tribefolk lived to 120 summers on average, and one or two elders at some villages had even made it to 150. Tribefolk children remained small and youthful in both body and mind until their mid-twenties before puberty set in over the next ten years.\n\n\nKiran looked down at his body, vaguely judging it. His muscles were clearly defined under his skin, but were not as pronounced as his father's. His pecs were small and flat, his stomach a smooth plane. His hips were wide, giving him a feminine look, his rear end firm and round.\nAnd then there was his penis.\n\n\nThe penis of every Tribefolk male and intersex female was different. At the age of 7, every male and intersex child underwent a coming of age ritual called the Aramanka. This was a hypnotic trance, induced with a combination of herbs and the power of the shaman. They experienced visions and communicated with spirits, their bodies transforming.\n\n\nEvery boy and girl that entered the Aramanka reacted differently. Their penises changed, shifted. Sometimes growing longer or thicker. Other times the head enlarged, becoming bulbous or pointed. Many gained ridges, or bumps, or even a ring. Sometimes they grew more than one penis.\n\n\nBefore his Aramanka, Kiran had a little coinpurse scrotum and a penis that was only four inches long erect. Now, he had a thirteen-inch shaft that was as fat around as a bottle, with a huge, heavy, hairless sack the size of two coconuts that hung low between his thighs, each testicle bigger than his fists.\n\n\nAnd even further, his testicles were constantly churning. He had been told it was called \"hyperspermia,\" and was one of the more common outcomes of the Aramanka. Before, his orgasms had been thirty seconds of lurching pleasure, accompanied by around ten or so thick spurts. After, he came continuously for a full twenty minutes, the contractions coming almost non-stop, a constant stream of spunk that never seemed to end.\n\n\nThe Aramanka also had the side effect of making all Tribefolk, boys and girls, very lusty and horny. They had urges and desires beyond anything they could comprehend or resist, and their bodies would react in ways that were uncontrollable.\n\n\nKiran was no different. He spent his days in a state of arousal. His penis was erect almost constantly, and he'd find himself masturbating at the most inconvenient times, even in front of others. He'd had the occasional accident, spurting out of nowhere.\n\n\nLike today.\n\n\nHis first wet dream.\n\n\nKiran stood, shaking himself dry. He felt tired, but the fresh air had revived him somewhat. The sky was blue, the sun shining. He took a deep breath and headed up the hill to the village, his large genitals bouncing against his thighs.\n\n\nAs he walked, he heard a giggle.\n\n\nLooking up, he saw a group of other tribefolk children, ranging in ages from five to thirteen, naked, having been swimming earlier. Their bodies were dripping wet, and they were playing and chasing each other around, giggling. Semen was smeared all over them, white lines running down their arms and legs and chests. Thick globs of it matted their hair.\n\n\nThis was anything but unusual. Indeed, it wasn't just children who were constantly spilling their seed; adults did the same. The elders taught that the Ones Who Came Before had hid their bodies from each other behind clothing and never shared their pleasure in public. That was bizarre to Kiran.\n\n\nClothing was meant as decoration, not to hide the body. The shamans taught that every Tribefolk was a work of art, no matter what shape or size. Imperfections only made the whole more attractive. The Spirits would not want the Tribefolkto hide their handiwork from the world and each other. The greatest act of devotion to the spirits was to orgasm and show the pleasure their bodies could bring.\n\n\nAnd the spirits were always watching.\n\n\nThe children giggled as they ran past him, and Kiran noticed several of the younger ones had semen in their hair, too. He grinned to himself, knowing he was not the only one.\n\n\nThe village was bustling with activity. The day's tasks were beginning. The farmers and gatherers were already in the fields and the forest, harvesting. The hunters had already left, going after deer and boar. The cooks were preparing food and cleaning. The fishermen were down at the lake.\n\n\nKiran wondered who he would join. The second coming-of-age ceremony that all Tribefolk (not just the boys and intersex) went through was the Teramanka. This was a series of rituals and challenges meant to teach them about their bodies and their place in the Tribe. It was supposed to determine the jobs and roles one was best suited for, or special talents one had, and prepare them to take on a responsibility to the community.\n\n\nKiran wasn't really sure what it would entail. Supposedly it was somewhat different for everyone, and younglings weren't allowed to watch the proceedings. All he knew was that once someone passed their Teramanka, they were considered an apprentice, and it was time to start learning a life's occupation. It was said that some Tribefolk were chosen by the spirits for additional quests or quests, which would further define their role.\n\n\nHe shook his hair dry, his tail flicking water off the tip as he waded back to the shore where he had set his clothing aside. He stepped onto the grass and began to shake himself dry, water spraying everywhere.\n\nHe was hungry, but he also enjoyed this short moment of quiet before the day's activity. While his Teramanka might have been looming ahead, the daily routine of the village went on as usual. He put it out of his mind for now and began to stretch, limbering up, ready for the day ahead.\n\n\nAs he bent down to touch his toes, he felt something solid, hot, and throbbing slide up between his plump buttocks and touch the curve of his lower back, leaving a damp smear in its wake.\nKiran yelped and jumped in surprise as someone giggled behind him. He whirled around to see a boy his age grinning at him, his ears and tail twitching mischievously. He was a handsome lad, with striking features. His form was lean and wiry muscle, compared to Kiran's soft boyish curves. His hair was messy, black as ink and wild. His eyes were a bright amber that shone with amusement. His skin was tan and smooth with the light sheen of oil and sweat. His tail and ears were charcoal grey and decorated with white spots and stripes like the prey animals that lived in the forest.\n\n\n\"Gyahhh! Don't SCARE me like that!\" Kiran panted, clutching his chest as his heart hammered in his ribcage.\n\n\n\"I was being as loud as possible walking through the reeds. You have no sense of awareness!\" said the boy, grinning, \"Then I saw that lovely full moon and couldn't resist. You're never gonna be a hunter with that kind of lackluster attention span.\"\n\n\n\"What do you want, Rami?\" grumbled Kiran, trying to hide a smile. Rami was Kiran's best friend in the world, and his antics were nothing new.\n\n\n\"So... I heard you wet your nest,\" teased the boy, grinning.\n\n\n\"I didn't WET my nest, you nosy tabby! It was an ACCIDENT,\" said Kiran hotly, \"I splurted all over in my sleep. I couldn't help it.\"\n\n\n\"What'd it feel like?\" asked Rami curiously. Kiran shrugged vaguely, brushing a lock of hair out of his face.\n\n\n\"...I dunno. I mean. Like splurting. Good. Gooey,\" he said, trying to remember the sensations.\n\n\n\"Was it nice? Did you get it in Nyla's hair?\" asked Rami playfully.\n\n\n\"No! ...well, yes,\" said Kiran, \"It woke her up. Then she screamed at me.\"\n\n\n\"Bwahahaha! Haha! Serves her right,\" said Rami, giggling. Kiran glanced at the boy's groin. Rami's Aramanka had gifted him with not one, but two penises: twin spears of flesh, one over the other. Rami's penises were over eleven inches long each and two inches thick around. Each cockhead was a bloated bulb with a flared corona, both dripping with precum constantly. His sac was massive, stretched taut around four baseball-sized testicles.\n\n\n\"Other than annoying me, what are you doing here?\" asked Kiran, wiping the other boy's precum off his spine and grabbing his clothing to slip on. His leather vest covered his shoulders but left his chest bare. His breeches were tight around his waist and upper thighs with holes for his tail and penis to protrude. Rami was similarly dressed, his penises standing tall as he watched Kiran with amusement.\n\n\n\"Duh. I'm here for breakfast,\" said Rami, grinning.\n\n\nKiran laughed and turned, heading up the hill back to the village. Rami followed close behind, both boys chattering excitedly.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nBreakfast was served in a communal hall at the center of the village. There was a long wooden table filled with fruits and berries and nuts and smoked meat. People were lining up to pick what they wanted, taking as much or as little as they desired before heading off to begin their day's tasks.\n\n\nRami led the way up to the table and snagged a large apple and some dried fish. Kiran's stomach growled with hunger. He used up so much protein with how much he ejaculated, he found himself perpetually famished. He piled his plate with meat and berries.\n\n\nHe sat at one of the benches among the people, who were all chattering away eagerly. The occasional moan of pleasure and cry of ecstasy could be heard in the distance as well as the sound of fluid splashing into buckets and spattering on the ground.\n\n\nMost of breakfast passed uneventfully, until a ringing sounded, bringing instant silence to the room. At the back of the hall the Elders sat at their own table of honor, and the Chief Elder had stood. He held a small bell in his hand, a sacred and precious relic retrieved from outside the Tribelands from Those Who Came Before. When it sounded, everyone immediately stopped talking to listen.\n\n\nThe Chief Elder was an ancient man with long silver hair that reached all the way down to the backs of his knees and a long beard that trailed in his lap when he sat. His wrinkled face was serene, his eyes a clear grey as he surveyed the room. He wore loose burgundy robes, open at the front to allow all to see his still-fit build and the mighty, veiny horsecock that hung between his legs. The mottled pink and brown flesh of his shaft twitched in the open air, as thick around as his forearm and a foot-and-a-half long. Precum leaked copiously from his broad flare, a shining wet puddle forming under the bench and dripping down his knees.\n\n\n\"The sun is risen once more upon the Tribefolk, and we gather to appreciate the day's work and beauty,\" began the Elder, \"We ask the spirits for their guidance and blessings as we go forth into our tasks, and seek new answers to old questions.\"\n\n\nKiran lowered his head respectfully with the others to pray.\n\n\n\"May we stay strong and fit,\" said the Elder.\n\n\n\"May we stay strong and fit,\" murmured all those in attendance in unison.\n\n\n\"May we stay brave and alert,\" continued the Elder.\n\n\n\"May we stay brave and alert,\" all murmured back.\n\n\n\"...Before I allow you to go back to your feasts, we have one more order of business to attend to,\" said the Chief Elder, a warm smile on his face. His eyes met Kiran's.\n\n\nKiran blushed scarlet, knowing what was coming next.\n\n\n\"Young Kiran of Tribe Ro'Salm will undergo his Teramanka tomorrow. We wish him luck and ask the Spirits guide his way to his destiny,\" said the Chief Elder.\n\n\nThere was a murmur of approval and good wishes from those gathered.\n\n\n\"Now, finish your meal,\" said the Elder.\n\n\nWith that, everyone went back to eating and talking as though nothing had happened.\n\n\nKiran lowered his head and picked at his food, a little self-conscious now that he'd been singled out in front of everyone.\n\n\n\"You're gonna be fine,\" said Rami encouragingly beside him, \"Your wet dream is a good omen! A sign from the spirits!\"\n\n\n\"I hope so,\" murmured Kiran uncertainly, \"I don't even know what to expect...\"\n\n\n\"Well, everyone has different experiences. Hey, maybe you'll be a hunter like me,\" Rami said, slapping his back, \"I'd love to have you along out in the wilds.\"\n\n\n\"...I thought you said I'd be a horrible hunter,\" Kiran replied, eyeing his best friend.\n\n\n\"You would!\" said Rami cheerfully, \"But that doesn't mean I wouldn't love having you along.\"\n\n\nKiran rolled his eyes but couldn't keep from smiling. The black-haired boy's tail flicked mischievously as he stood up from the table, his twin penises bobbing heavily between his thighs.\n\n\n\"C'mon, finish up so we can get to the training fields,\" Rami urged, snatching a chunk of meat from Kiran's plate, and dodging the ensuing flail in his direction with a grin. He was gone before Kiran could say another word, bounding out of the hall.\n\n\nKiran quickly finished his breakfast and hurried after him.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nKiran's tail flicked as he walked along the weapon rack, running his fingers along the training spears and bows and knives. While many of the other children were nervous, knowing painful bruises and welts were impending, Kiran felt right at home.\n\n\nKiran was indeed a mediocre hunter, with poor aim and clumsy feet. He was okay at fishing, but nothing to write home about. He was an absolute disaster in the farm, with a brown and crumbly thumb. He felt he had few talents of which he could brag.\n\n\nBut the training field? That was where he came alive.\n\n\nHe ran his fingers along a wooden training version of a traditional Tribefolk weapon, a kansi. It was best described as something like a short-glaive. It was roughly three feet long in total. The tip was a foot long wide blade, designed for wide swings and chopping. The rest was a long hilt, with a knob at the end to act as a pommel. Normally, the blade was made of sharpened stone or obsidian.\n\n\nHe took it from the rack, feeling the carved wood in his palm. He gave it a few test swings, first one-handed, then with two, holding the long hilt at the pommel and just under the blade. He finished with a whirling flourish.\n\n\nTribefolk were peaceful people. There was no warfare in the valley. The tribes and villages never had any conflict harsher than a loud disagreement which would be settled by contest, drinking, or orgy. \n\n\nBut there were dangers outside the valley. Many, many, many dangers. And sometimes, those dangers could find their way into the valley.\n\n\nSo every Tribefolk child was taught to defend themselves. Not just to hunt, but to fight. To protect each other and themselves.\n\n\n...Unfortunately for Kiran, \"warrior\" wasn't exactly a living amongst the Tribefolk. It wasn't as if the Tribefolk went on crusades to reclaim the realms outside the Tribelands. Every one of the Tribefolk was expected to pick up a weapon in an emergency, but since Kiran had been born, there hadn't been anything that required that kind of response but once; and he'd been too young to participate in defending the lands.\n\n\nThe worst that had happened in Kiran's memory had been minor incursions of Ferals, or beasts who somehow made it past the Border. Minor things, requiring only a few of the adults, or at worst a single village to attend to.\n\n\nRami might have been a superior hunter, but Kiran was a born fighter.\n\n\nThe red-headed boy finished twirling the Kansi, finding its balance satisfactory. He held it on his shoulder as he walked out into the field where many other children and some of the adults were sparring and practicing their moves.\n\n\nAs Kiran made his way across the field, a voice called out, and he winced. He'd been hoping to get through the day without conflict, but fate and the Spirits seemed determined to test him.\n\n\n\"Well, well, well,\" drawled a voice, \"If it isn't our very own star.\"\n\n\n\"What do you want, Andur,\" mumbled Kiran, turning to face the boy.\n\n\nAndur was an older boy. He had wavy blonde hair and pale green eyes that looked Kiran up and down with open hostility. His body was tall and gangly; all bones and lanky limbs. His ear and tail were pale gold colored, making him look almost angelic, though the illusion was ruined by his pinched face and harsh glare. His Aramanka had given him a penis of normal length, but the head was monstrous: a thick, veiny bulb that looked like it would split someone in half.\n\n\nAndur had always disliked Kiran. No reason why, so far as Kiran could tell, just the nature of the boy to seek out targets for bullying. Social slights, minor incidents; everything was grounds for Andur to hold a grudge.\n\n\nKiran hadn't exactly made an effort to make friends with him, either.\n\n\n\"Good morning, little star,\" smirked Andur, \"Excited for your big day?\"\n\n\n\"Don't call me that,\" growled Kiran.\n\n\n\"Ooooh. Scary,\" laughed Andur, rolling his eyes, \"I thought I told you that the training field was for people who had hope of being useful? You're not good for anything except breeding, right?\"\n\n\nKiran snarled, his ears folding back and his tail bristling with anger. His grip on the kansi tightened and his knuckles turned white.\n\n\n\"Watch it, Andur,\" warned Rami, coming up behind him, \"Didn't you learn your lesson the last time Kiran gave you that big purple bruise all the way down your back?\"\n\n\nAndur grimaced, looking annoyed. He turned to the black-haired boy with a sneer, \"What are you, his boyfriend? Coming to protect his honor? Need him to protect you from Ferals or bad dreams?\"\n\n\n\"What? You're an idiot,\" scoffed Rami, \"I don't need to protect Kiran from you. I'm protecting you from him! I just didn't want to see your ugly face get even uglier from getting beat again.\"\n\n\nAndur's eyes flashed with anger at Rami's taunt.\n\n\n\"Is there a problem here?\" asked another voice.\n\n\nThe three boys turned to see the grizzled face of the master of weaponry, a craggy man named Dulari. He was built like a bear, his skin leathery and tanned from a lifetime outside under the sun. He was a master of weapons and combat, teaching the children and new adults of the Tribe all the moves and stances they would need.\n\n\n\"No, sir,\" said Rami respectfully, \"Just friendly banter.\"\n\n\n\"Hm,\" said Dulari, eyeing the two boys. Andur folded his arms and glowered, saying nothing.\n\n\n\"Words are for the playing grounds. If you have issues, settle them like adults. With blades,\" said the man gruffly, \"Get a weapon, Andur.\"\n\n\nAndur scowled but obeyed, heading back to the rack to pick up a pair of wooden axes. He whipped them around a few times before returning to stand before Dulari, glaring hatefully at Kiran.\n\n\n\"All right. Standard rules. No attacks to the face or groin. First clean hit or knockdown wins,\" Dulari said, \"Ready? Go!\"\n\n\nAndur let out a ferocious yell and charged toward Kiran, his axes whirling. He was skilled. He took his training seriously. Despite his hate, he attacked with precision and restraint, not trying to batter through Kiran's defenses; instead aiming for openings in his stance or the moment his guard dropped.\n\n\nKiran had chosen the short-glaive as his specialty because he liked the weapon's balance between offense and defense. It was versatile. You could stab with it, slash with it, or chop with it. Its long hilt could double as a short-staff, blocking or pushing with equal efficiency.\n\n\nAs Andur barreled toward him, Kiran spun and dove sideways, swinging the kansi back and around to send it whipping toward Andur's midsection in a wide arc. The axe-wielding boy anticipated this move, leaping into the air and doing a flip, avoiding Kiran's blow with ease. As he came down he reversed his grip on one of his axes and lunged down towards Kiran's head with a stabbing motion.\n\n\nKiran barely managed to roll away, narrowly avoiding being struck in the face.\n\n\n\"Hah!\" gloated Andur as he landed with a thud on the ground beside him, \"Pathetic!\"\n\n\n\"Ahem,\" said Dulari loudly, \"Both of you, focus! I'm not seeing any ki-rei flow from either of you. Amateurish.\"\n\n\nKi-rei was one of the cornerstones of Tribefolk martial arts. It was the art of flowing with the natural energy of the world. The energy of life. The energy of sex. It was the ability to harness and channel that energy through the body, allowing Tribefolk to do superhuman feats of strength, agility, and endurance. They could heal their own wounds or the wounds of others. With training and inborn talent, some could commune with the Spirits, or even use their energy to allow a Spirit to temporarily take physical form. And there were many other aspects to it as well, many which were still being discovered or created.\n\n\nKiran had always found that the physical aspects of ki-rei came naturally to him. He wasn't a prodigy or genius by any means, but he had a knack for it that many other Tribefolk did not.\n\n\nHe had struggled with the spiritual and esoteric aspects of it more than most, however. He had about as much spiritual awareness as a rock. Less, actually, since the Tribefolk believed that everything in nature had a spirit. Kiran had never sensed one of the Spirits outside the great ceremony events, and often wondered if he ever would.\n\n\nAccepting Dulari's scolding, Kiran tried to clear his mind. Strong emotions tended to interfere with ki-rei control. Clarity and serenity brought out the most power. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, allowing his body to relax. His ears twitched as he focused on nothing, just allowing himself to be.\n\n\nAnd he felt it. The flow. The current of energy that swirled through his body. There were many sources to the river through his body, notably his heart and his loins, but there were dozens of smaller tributaries throughout his torso, limbs, and head.\n\n\nHe drew on that energy, allowing it to flow through him as he focused it through his muscles and nerves. He felt a sense of strength and clarity wash over him, and he opened his eyes as Andur lunged toward him, ready for a counterattack.\n\n\nAndur came at Kiran again, this time with more restraint and less berserker fury. The older boy swung his axes with more precision, attacking Kiran's kidney. The block seemed preordained, like the axes were drawn to the shaft of the younger boy's wooden weapon, and the two weapons clashed with a loud crack. He turned them aside, wheeled the shaft and blade around, and kicked at Andur's shin.\n\n\nThe older boy hissed in pain and leapt back, out of reach. Kiran didn't follow up; he merely backed away and fell into a neutral stance. Emotion fell away, the crystaline clarity taking hold. His heartbeat slowed, but paradoxically, his flaccid penis started to plump up and throb slowly. He felt energized. Every sense was magnified. He felt as though he could see in every direction at once; he knew exactly where Andur would attack from next before it happened.\n\n\nAndur didn't miss a beat. The older boy flicked his left axe at Kiran's eyes in a feint before launching forward with a thrust at Kiran's stomach.\n\n\nIt was like time was moving slowly. Kiran's body reacted of its own accord, dancing out of the way and striking at Andur's arm with the shaft of his Kansi. Andur roared and lurched backward, suddenly furious. Kiran stayed calm. His emotions were like a distant afterthought, removed from his awareness. All that mattered was his body. \n\n\nHis cock throbbed as he channeled the flow of ki-rei, a regular side-effect of controlling the energy. It happened to everyone who did it. Because the genitals were a source of the flow, harnessing it caused blood to fill those areas and increase their sensitivity.\n\n\n\"Stop dancing and fight!\" snarled Andur in frustration, lunging forward again, \"Augh! Come on!\"\n\n\nKiran did not stop dancing. He spun and whirled, the loud CLACK CLACK CLACK of wood on wood ringing in his ears. He ducked and weaved, pivoted and spun, deflecting Andur's strikes one after another with ease.\n\n\nThe more Andur missed and got angrier and angrier, the calmer Kiran became. The redheaded boy let go of everything and allowed his body to flow like water, swaying and ducking from Andur's blows as though they were mere breezes.\n\n\nHe could see Andur's breathing grow heavier and his attacks become wilder and more erratic as his rage grew. The older boy was an easy mark, letting his emotions get the best of him as he'd been taught not to do in training.\n\n\nIn Kiran's mind, he could already see the trajectory of Andur's next strike. He waited patiently for the precise moment. \n\n\nThen, as the wooden training axe swung downward at his forehead, he swept to the side smoothly. He placed the dull edge of his short-glaive against the older boy's side and drew it across.\n\n\n\"Enough. Fight's over. Kiran wins,\" declared Dulari, watching impassively with folded arms as Andur staggered with the hit before realizing he'd been \"fatally\" wounded and stood upright again with a scowl.\n\n\nThere was no celebration of victory on Kiran's part. He blinked several times as reality returned to normal speed for him, the odd shining quality of the world fading back to normal. His penis was engorged and erect, bobbing proudly between his legs. He breathed heavily, panting with exertion as he struggled to calm himself down.\n\n\nAndur was sulking and shooting him nasty looks, but didn't dare try anything while Dulari was watching. He just grabbed a waterskin from a bucket and angrily started chugging it down, glaring daggers at Kiran all the while.\n\n\nKiran looked over at Rami who was grinning widely. The black-haired boy's cocks were pointing skyward, twin spires of flesh oozing precum onto the grass below as he applauded loudly. Kiran felt a smile tugging at his lips and allowed himself to enjoy it a bit before heading to get water as well.\n\n\nAs he drank, Dulari approached him. The old warrior was an intimidating sight: his face was craggy and weathered from many years, his chest broad and muscled beneath his loose leather vest. He had a braided beard and long hair that was tied back behind his head, his tail lashing behind him thoughtfully as he appraised Kiran with his sharp grey eyes. His thick penis was covered in small bumps, giving it a pebbly texture. It swayed heavily between his legs as he walked, leaving a glistening trail of precum in its wake.\n\n\n\"...Almost adequate,\" grunted the teacher, which was sparkling, nigh exemplary praise coming from him. Kiran nodded gratefully, knowing better than to try and make small talk. Dulari had little patience for words when there were still swords to swing or arrows to be fired.\n\n\n\"Work on your footing,\" added Dulari curtly, \"You've a tendency to open yourself up on the back foot when you overreach. I expect you to work on that, no matter where you end up after your Teramanka.\"\n\n\nWith that, he stalked off back to the benches to observe the others, his penis swinging like a pendulum between his thighs as he went. Kiran couldn't help but grin widely. Praise from Dulari was rare indeed, and he knew it was high praise indeed that he had earned it for today.\n\n\nHe got back up and high-fived Rami, smiling wide.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\n\"Unh, unh, unh!\" Kiran gasped, shuddering as he felt his father's turgid penis throb against the most sensitive spot inside him. Then his father pulled his hips back, the long, swollen flesh retreating from inside his son.\n\n\n\"Easy... easy... inhale... exhale...\" said his father soothingly, \"Breathe into it.\"\n\n\nKiran obeyed. He was naked, on his hands and knees on his mother's fur rug in front of their family's hearthfire. His body trembled slightly as he relaxed. His erection hung between his legs, a thick rope of precum connected to the floor. His father's cock was slick with both sweat and precum, the glans taut and bulging with heat.\n\n\nNyla cried out as she lifted her hips in orgasmic bliss, her mother's phallus buried in her depths, his balls jiggling and bouncing with each thrust. She rolled her hips and arched her back, her breasts quivering from the force of their lovemaking. Her mother's prick was huge; nearly a foot long and bulky around as a soda can. Nyla's nethers were stretched to their limit, struggling to accommodate the pillar of flesh sliding in and out of her with squelching noises.\n\n\nKiran panted, trying to get his breathing under control. His father was very, very big. Twenty inches long and as thick as Kiran's bicep, the older man's shaft was a massive pole of meat, coated in precum and glistening with oil. Kiran had trouble taking it at first, but he'd been practicing since he was five.\n\n\nAnother use of ki-rei, Kiran shivered as he focused the flow of energy through his body and into his lower back. This had the effect of increasing flexibility and blood flow, making him more easily able to take larger penetrations. His cock quivered, achingly hard as several wet clear spatters of precum struck his chin.\n\n\nThis was another thing Kiran was a natural at. Sex. If anything, he felt he was better at it than fighting. For some reason, his body knew just what to do to bring both himself and his partner the most pleasure possible.\n\n\nHe bent down, lowering his chest to the rug. He was already flexible, but the energy flowing through him made him even moreso. He yelped as his father's phallus struck that sweet spot deep inside him again and again with each rough jab forward. His dad could only fit a little more than half his cock inside before bottoming out, but it still brought considerably more than enough pleasure to both.\n\n\n\"Nnnngrrrfff!\" grunted his father gutturally, slamming his hips forward until his balls slapped Kiran's soft rear with a resounding smack. He thrust three or four times rapidly before pulling back again until only the tip remained lodged in his son's rosebud.\n\n\n\"Tighter than your mother... tighter than Nyla!\" moaned the man, his melon-sized testicles impacting the backs of Kiran's thighs repeatedly, stinging pleasurably.\n\n\nThat... wasn't exactly something Kiran liked to hear. His ears folded back in annoyance and he blushed.\n\n\nThe problem of his Teramanka loomed over Kiran like a personal thundercloud again. There were many jobs in the villages, many roles for a young boy to fill. He could be a hunter, a fisher, a farmer, a builder, a blacksmith, any number of things. Some of them, Kiran liked the sound of. Others, he felt apprehensive about, or sure that the Spirits would never allow him to do (farming, in particular. Every plant Kiran cared for died in rapid agony despite his best attempts). \n\n\nThe problem was... one role he was CERTAIN he was qualified for was as a tribal shimara.\n\n\nThere was no adequate translation from the Tribefolk language to modern English for \"shimara,\" though \"courtesan\" and even \"geisha\" captured aspects of it. The best translation might have been \"reliever.\"\n\n\nGiven the Tribefolk's incredible libidos, wildly varied anatomy, and different needs and concerns, some members of the Tribes became \"shimara.\" It was their job to tend to those needs, whether they be physical, emotional, or anything else. They were counsellors, companions, lovers, and so much more besides. They were not slaves; their role was entirely voluntary. It was an honored position among the Tribes; not every Tribefolk could do it, and they were often revered for it.\n\n\nAs much as Kiran loved sex, he did not relish the idea of being used all day every day, spending most of his time covered head to toe with semen, his crotch and rear end sore. He wanted to be useful to his Tribe, but maybe not in that particular way.\n\n\nThat said...\n\n\n\"Ungh! Patre!\" he moaned as his dad gripped his tail like it was a handle, beginning to pump firm and steady in and out of the younger boy's body.\n\n\n...that didn't mean he didn't enjoy being used now and then.\n\n\nKiran groaned and closed his eyes as the feeling of his father's glans striking that sensitive spot deep inside him over and over again set his whole body on fire. His own cock was stone hard, slapping against his belly with each thrust of Patre's hips.\n\n\n\"S-so hot inside you!\" groaned his father, grunting as he tried to get deeper.\n\n\n\"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh,\" Kiran replied, seeing stars. The big cock buried inside him was driving him mad with lust. Every thrust caused a warm ripple of pleasure to wash over him. Then there were the moans of his mother and sister next to him, filling his ears.\n\n\nHe glanced to his side to see Nyla shuddering in orgasm, her tiny pussy stretching taut around her mother's tremendous cock. Nyla was multiorgasmic like most pure female Tribefolk. While females did not go through an Aramanka like males and intersex Tribefolk, the Spirits still found a way to gift them. Female Tribefolk could climax many times in a row without stopping.\n\n\nThe little girl gave an ear-piercing squeal, her voice going up into the ultrasonic register as her little pussy clenched and trembled around the plunging girth of her mother's dick. Her mother laughed delightedly at this, grabbing her daughter by the waist and pulling her off the rug, settling the little girl onto her lap in a squatting position. The woman's mammoth shaft was still buried hilt-deep inside her daughter's tummy as she wrapped her arms around the little girl's waist, bouncing her up and down on her fat dick.\n\n\n\"That's it,\" murmured the older woman in approval, kissing her daughter's neck, \"Just like that, sweetheart...\"\n\n\nNyla shuddered again, letting out a hiccuping cry of pleasure as another climax began to rage immediately after the last had ended. The girl's hips jerked uncontrollably in her mother's grip as she clenched her pelvic muscles and contracted her inner walls around the massive intruder stretching them so taut.\n\n\nHer mother chuckled again, kissing along Nyla's throat and rubbing her tummy gently. The skin there had a slight bulge to it, just above the child's pubic mound from where the older woman's enormous penis had embedded itself deeply within her.\n\n\n\"It's okay, dear,\" soothed Peri, \"I'm going to fill you right up!\"\n\n\nNyla squealed and ground her hips backwards against her mother's crotch, trying desperately to get the thick shaft deeper inside her despite already having taken it fully to the root.\n\n\nPeri moaned, and Kiran could actually see her nipples harden a little further, darkening in color as she approached orgasm. She lifted her daughter by the hips a few inches up her long pillar of meat before bringing her back down again, enjoying the feeling of the little girl's warm folds clenching around her cock with every stroke.\n\n\n\"Watch as I flood our daughter, Faroc, won't you?\" gasped Peri to her husband behind Kiran.\nFaroc moaned his agreement as he continued to drive his immense member in and out of Kiran's body. He paused in his thrusts to watch.\n\n\nPeri cried out in ecstasy and buried herself to the hilt inside Nyla. Nyla's tail went straight and rigid, the fur floofing out in all directions as her pussy was suddenly filled with hot gel. It spurted in rapid pulses against her cervix, splashing against the back wall of her womb. Nyla's eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, feeling her insides fill with liquid warmth. She felt her belly swell a little as Peri unloaded what felt like buckets of cum directly into her womb, coating every inch of it inside and out with her seed.\n\n\nFaroc grunted in lust at the sight as he watched his wife's thick semen spurt from their daughter's cute slit. The viscous white goo backwashed out of Nyla in rivers as Peri's pulsing phallus forced it outwards at a tremendous rate, drenching their daughter's crotch and inner thighs in copious amounts of bubbling sperm.The little girl writhed in her mother's grip, shuddering as her tummy distended further to make room for the enormous load filling her uterus.\n\n\nThe sight seemed to be all it took for Faroc to finish as well. He growled in pleasure, the low rumbling sound filling Kiran's ears as his father thrust one more time into him and buried himself hilt-deep in Kiran's twitching rosebud. He snarled at the ceiling as his enormous testicles rose up, sliding from Kiran's thighs to snuggly against his buttocks...\n\n\nAnd then he exploded with a howl of release, his huge scrotum clenching and pumping in spasms as jets of hot semen fired deep inside Kiran's rectum. Each pulse of his patre's cock was like a punch to Kiran's gut, and he whined and let his face fall flat into the rug as his father unloaded what felt like gallons of spunk into him. He shuddered and panted, drooling slightly onto the soft fur beneath him as he felt his belly rapidly fill up with his father's hot seed.\n\n\nFaroc kept thrusting slowly, dragging his cock back and forth in and out of his son's tight hole as he continued to drain his huge balls completely. He moaned in satisfaction, his huge penis jerking repeatedly as it poured yet another deluge of white jizz into Kiran's body. The boy cried out and whimpered at the sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt his insides become packed to the brim with sperm.\n\n\nHe felt a boiling, rumbling in his own loins, a rushing surge up his urethra. Without touching himself even once, he orgasmed explosively, spurting rope after rope of pearly white cum all over the floor beneath him and covering his belly and chest in a thick, sticky web of sperm. His ears were ringing, his mind going blank from sheer ecstasy as he pumped a torrent of cum onto the fur rug below.\n\n\nHis entire world narrowed down to the surging of his penis. He was a phallus with a boy attached to it, nothing more. Just a pumping, throbbing rod of flesh spewing out rope after rope of potent cum with each pulse of his beating heart.\n\n\n\"Pull out of him, dearest, I want to see you paint him,\" urged his mother breathlessly. Kiran blinked and looked up hazily, barely able to focus on his surroundings through the haze of bliss that had overtaken him.\n\n\nHis father grunted and obeyed, pulling his still-erect cock out of Kiran's well-used bottom with a slick sucking sound. He hissed as his hypersensitive glans was exposed to the cool air. A thick string of semen was connected from his urethra to Kiran's stretched out hole, and his cock swayed heavily with each pump of fluid from his huge balls.\n\n\nFaroc reached down and took his thick member in hand, squeezing it gently as he aimed it at Kiran's rear end. His thick foreskin rolled back as he stroked, exposing his pink mushroom-like crown. Huge strands of white goo plastered Kiran's buttocks and lower back, running in rivulets down his thighs.\n\n\nThe older man grunted as another powerful jet of semen erupted from his throbbing prick, painting Kiran's tail and lower back white. Faroc kept stroking his titanic length, shuddering as he blasted Kiran's rump again and again with heavy shots of cum, saturating the younger boy with his seed. It struck the back of his head, spilling into his mane of hair and running down his neck. He moaned in bliss, feeling the sticky slime flow across his skin.\n\n\nMinute after minute passed, the family locked in mutual climax. Faroc let out a low moan as the last volleys of his load were milked out of him, squirting weakly onto Kiran's back. Peri and Nyla were finishing up as well, shuddering together in a twin orgasm as the last traces of white semen drained out of Peri's massive phallus and Nyla's abused pussy.\n\n\nThey stayed like that for a few minutes more, bathing in the afterglow of their pleasure before Faroc finally leaned forward and kissed Kiran's ear, then rolled over onto the fur rug beside him. Peri smiled down at them fondly, holding Nyla still on her lap and stroking her daughter's hair gently.\n\n\nThis was a nightly occurrence in Kiran's family hut. Every evening after supper, they would strip and make love by the hearthfire. No one needed to talk about it or think about it. It was simply what happened.\n\n\nNyla rolled off of her mother's dick with a plop, a tidal wave of gooey white liquid pouring forth from her stretched-out vulva onto the fur rug.\n\n\n\"Wow, mommy! You musta splurt a gallon!\" she panted, rubbing at her clitoris as aftershocks of pleasure made her pussy flutter and drool out a steady stream of cum.\n\n\n\"I think Patre gushed three times that...\" moaned Kiran weakly, his penis still sticking straight up and spouting milky fluid six inches upward, to fall upon the swollen dome of his stomach in a wet splash.\n\n\n\"My goodness,\" laughed Peri, getting to her feet with Nyla cradled in her arms, \"I have to put Nyla to bed, you two; try not to drown yourselves.\"\n\n\n\"I'll do my best,\" mumbled Faroc drowsily, watching Kiran's ongoing ejaculation in appreciation. Peri scooped up the little five year old and carried her off to the other side of the hut.\nFaroc glanced at his son and smiled gently, patting the boy's cock affectionately.\n\n\n\"Filia, I'm very proud of you. No matter how your Teramanka goes tomorrow, know that I'm very proud of you. Okay?\" he asked gently.\n\n\n\"Okay,\" nodded Kiran gratefully.\n\n\n\"Sleep now, son,\" said Faroc, stroking Kiran's long red hair, \"Rest easy. You will need your strength for tomorrow.\"\n\n\nKiran nodded tiredly and laid back down on the rug, his dick continuing to drip little dribbles of sperm onto his belly.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nKiran didn't sleep. At least not through the whole night. He dozed for a few hours, just long enough for his parents to fall asleep. Once he was sure they were out, his eyes opened. \n\n\nTribefolk, as a rule, had spectacular night vision. The pitch darkness presented little obstacle for the boy as he pushed his covers off and moved as silently as he could. Stepping with only the balls of his feet, he carefully padded to the front door of the hut and slipped outside.\n\n\nThe village was quiet and peaceful under the moonless night sky. The wind rustled in the trees that grew through the center of the village and the campfires had all long since died down to glowing embers. All was quiet and calm, only the designated watch still walking the village paths.\n\n\nKiran moved with all the stealth he could muster, as often on all fours as on his legs to get through the village. The village was built by the side of a small cliff, and a waterfall ran down from above. Getting from his hut to the waterfall without coming across any of the adults was tricky beyond belief, but he HAD to get there before the moon reached its height. Not because the light would make it harder to sneak around, but...\n\n\nHe leapt into a bush as an adult rounded a hut, holding a kansi in one hand and a torch in the other. Unfortunately, the bush was a raspberry bush.\n\n\nKiran winced as the thorns poked and prodded him all over. His skin was tough enough that they didn't break the skin, but they did poke painfully. He gritted his teeth and endured the pokes in silence.\n\n\nThe adult walked on, oblivious to Kiran's presence.\n\n\n...But not before grabbing a few berries and popping them into his mouth.\n\n\nOnce the watch had moved on, Kiran gave a sigh of relief and extricated himself from the raspberry bush. He winced, hoping his parents wouldn't notice the scratches the next day.\nHe dashed on, breaking off the path after he passed a couple more huts, cutting straight through the brush to get to the cliffside where the waterfall ran down from. He kept low to the ground, crawling along the base of the cliff until he reached the waterfall at last.\n\n\nAs he drew close, he could see that someone was already there. A hooded, cloaked figure walking slowly and calmly towards the water. Any Tribefolk would recognize the robes of a shaman.\n\n\nKiran slunk under some brush at the edge of the pool, watching the hooded figure with both anticipation and dread.\n\n\nShamans were Tribefolk who were gifted with spiritual talents. They were able to commune with the Spirits, the collective consciousness that encompassed all of nature. They could heal wounds, speak with the dead, summon lightning or fire from thin air, and more. They were an immensely important part of the Tribelands culture.\n\n\nThey usually kept to themselves in the temples. If they were out amongst the people, it could be a bit of an occasion. The villagers were cautious and respectful of them. There was something... uncanny about shamans. Especially the more powerful ones. It was like they saw things differently from normal Tribefolk. Like they were more... aware. The Tribefolk brought gifts and treated them with great deference.\n\n\nKiran couldn't believe his heartbeat wasn't causing the ground under him to shake. He knew he was hidden from view. This wasn't the first, or even fifth time he had done this. Still, the fear of getting caught thrilled him.\n\n\nThe shaman approached the water's edge with measured steps. Their robes and cloak concealed their face and body entirely from view. Only a pale set of hands with long delicate fingers and painted nails emerged from the sleeves of the robes to hold up a bowl before them as they knelt down by the water's edge.\n\n\nAnd then, with precise and delicate care, the shaman lifted the hood from her head.\n\n\nKiran's breath caught in his throat as it always did. His penis was aching, hard enough to dig into the grass under him.\n\n\nShe was the most beautiful creature Kiran had ever seen. Long silver hair, smooth and sleek like a curtain of fine silk flowed from her head in cascading waves to pool around her slender body. \n\n\nHer skin was porcelain smooth and flawless; as if it were carved from ivory by an expert sculptor. Her ears were silver-furred, tall and perked up. Her eyes were the color of moonlight, deep and unfathomable pools of radiance that sparkled with life and curiosity. Her features were elegant and aristocratic; a gentle nose, high cheekbones, and full lips that curved into a serene smile as she turned to gaze at the waterfall, her long fluffy tail flicking gracefully behind her.\n\n\nShe was a child, but she could have been seven and just finished her Aramanka, or she could have been in her late twenties or early thirties and on the verge of starting puberty within a year. It was impossible to tell with a face like that.\n\n\nThen she shrugged the robes from her shoulders.\n\n\nForget the Spirits. The object of Kiran's worship was her. Her young, preadolescent form was revealed. Her chest was still flat and smooth, her arms and legs slender and nubile. She had only the faintest hint of budding breasts. Her nipples were pert and pink, the areolae about the size of a coin each. She was slender and petite; almost frail looking.\n\n\nHer loins were smooth and hairless. She was intersex, a ten-inch penis jutting straight out from her hips, just above her pussy. It was perfectly shaped, like it had been lovingly crafted by a master sculptor. It was ten inches long by Kiran's best estimate. It was lightly veined, the purple ropy lines standing out against the light pink flesh. The very tip of her rosy glans was all that was visible under her alabaster foreskin, glistening with a tiny pearl of precum at its apex.\n\n\nBelow, her vulva was flawless and beautiful. Her labia were full and plump, soft and inviting. Her clitoris was just barely poking out from between her plump outer lips. In the moonlight, her flesh practically gleamed with moisture as she sat in front of the pond, a strand of clear fluid connecting her crotch to the grass below.\n\n\nFor Kiran's part, the dirt under his hips was turning to mud, saturated with the continuous flood of precum spilling from his slit. It made a lewd squelch as his hips rocked back and forth on their own, humping nothing.\n\n\nThe shaman girl set the bowl in front of her and closed her eyes, folding her hands in prayer before her chest. As she prayed, the tip of her uncut shaft rose up. It swayed up and down, seemingly of its own accord, smacking her midsection wetly with each upstroke. She did not seem to notice or care about this, however, still praying with her eyes closed.\n\n\nShe suddenly shifted her hips forward a little bit, causing her phallus to point straight downward now towards the bowl she had placed between her knees. The tip drooled a thick line of precum that broke off and dropped heavily into the bowl..\n\n\nKiran held his breath as her penis pulsed visibly in midair. Once. Twice. And then, suddenly...\nThe ten-inch cock spurted powerfully with a splash into the bowl below. A thick rope of viscous white goo splattered into it with an audible GLURSH! The girl's body shuddered with ecstasy as the rest of her load followed this volley; an endless torrent of syrupy sperm spilling forth from her engorged urethra.\n\n\nWithout touching herself, even once; without showing even a sign of stimulation, her penis gushed with an enormous emission of cum in a single orgasmic pulse. Her glans twitched as she came, slinging sticky white cream into the bowl below at high speed. She moaned in wanton ecstasy, shuddering as her pussy trembled and quivered.\n\n\nThe bowl filled quickly. The sheer volume of it caused it to overflow; white spunk flowing forth onto the grass and pooling beneath her feet. The silver girl seemed to pay it little mind, moaning as her orgasm wracked her young body in waves of pleasure.\n\n\nIt must have lasted at least five minutes, though it felt like hours to Kiran. He watched with rapt fascination as the gorgeous child ejaculated. She gave a series of moans, each quieter than the last before she sagged slightly, sitting back on her haunches as her penis twitched and gushed one more time weakly into the bowl.\n\n\nHer penis remained rock hard. If anything, it was even harder and a little more swollen than it had been before her orgasm. For that matter, Kiran didn't think he had ever seen her penis flaccid. Priapism was another common result of the Aramanka, so he would not have been surprised if it never softened.\n\n\nKiran held his breath, a surge of raw, unbearable arousal causing his groin to tighten. The boy bit his lower lip with a fang, forcibly suppressing his lustful urges to avoid spilling his seed onto the forest floor. He gritted his teeth and endured it until the tightness in his groin finally ebbed a bit.\n\n\n\"To you, Spirits,\" she murmured, hefting the bowl up towards the moon and shining stars above them in devotion, \"I give thanks for your blessing.\"\n\n\nAnd then she lifted it up to her lips and started to drink greedily, gulping down big mouthfuls of the seed inside it in large swallows.\n\n\nIt was all Kiran could take. He moaned through his clenched teeth and gripped a nearby tree branch for dear life, holding back with all his might as his whole body shook violently. He failed. With a whimper of lust he surrendered to the wild torrent of pleasure.\n\n\nBefore it burst, he whipped his tail around and bit down on the fuzzy end, stifling his cries as his dick lurched, swelling to its full size once again.\n\n\nHis eyes rolled back in his head as a veritable torrent of cum erupted from his tip and sprayed onto the ground below with a splatter, soaking his fur instantly and mixing with the mud formed under him. He convulsed again, blasting another shot into the forest floor. He kept coming, his tail flexing in his mouth and muffling his loud cries. He was sure anyone around would hear them and come running if he didn't keep himself quiet.\n\n\nHe hadn't seen her do THIS before. Then again, this was the best view he'd ever had of her... activities. He had picked out this spot in advance as the best concealment with the best line of sight to the waterfall.\n\n\nThis was the sixth time he had spied on the Shaman. She always came at the night of the Apex Moon.\n\n\nThe first time, he had been sleepless. He was nursing a nasty bruise on his ribs from taking a beating at the hands of Andur and some of his friends. Avoiding questions from his parents about the bruises, he had found himself unable to sleep.\n\n\nHe had sneaked out of his family hut and gone to the waterfall with the intention of trying to soothe his injuries in the water. It was purely an accident that he stumbled across the girl.\n\n\nAs soon as he saw her, he had forgotten all about his pain.\n\n\nShe was beautiful, so beautiful he felt his heart leap in his chest as he stared at her from behind the bushes. He could barely breathe as he watched her masturbate. She took such delight in it, making no effort to hide it or stifle herself as she moaned in pleasure, each heavy throb of her cock producing a fountain of thick sperm that splashed into the water below in a huge torrent.\n\n\nHe had cum without touching himself, just as he was doing now. But he hadn't just cum once. In fact, he had cum many, many times that night; every time she had.\n\n\nHe had ejaculated himself into a stupor and had missed that she had gotten up and left. He had staggered home in a drunken daze, leaving quite the messy trail behind him that puzzled the adults. \n\n\nHe had gone back the next night, and had been utterly crestfallen to find out she was not there.\nBut he kept going back, regardless.\n\n\nEvery night for a full lunar cycle. It became an obsession for him. He HAD to see her again. The silver-haired girl was the object of his fascination, for reasons he had no ability to articulate. He just knew that seeing her was all that mattered to him anymore.\n\n\nAnd then, on the Apex Moon night, she had returned. Kiran had watched her from afar, obsessed with her like she was a Spirit incarnate. Her otherworldly grace, her silvery glow, the beauty of her face and body... it was mesmerizing to him.\n\n\nIt only took him another week of disappointing no-shows after that to figure out that she only came to the waterfall on the night of the Apex Moon. \n\n\nEach time, his courage grew and he found hiding spots closer and closer to the girl. His current spot was so close that his heart was pounding in terror that she might hear the thick, glutinous \"GLURRRRSH\" as his cum struck the ground below him again with another shuddering throb of his prick.\n\n\nThankfully, the noise of the waterfall seemed to cover up the obscene splattering noise. She didn't appear to have noticed it, as she lowered the bowl from her lips. Her own semen had run down her chin, spilling over the flat expanse of her chest and dribbling over the soft white skin in gleaming strands that shimmered in the moonlight.\n\n\nShe took a deep breath and exhaled happily, placing the bowl back down beside her and looking up at the waterfall wistfully. Her tail flicked from side to side in contentment as she gazed up at the water cascading down from above.\n\n\n\"Spirits. I am your loyal servant. I'm still learning much,\" she murmured, a hand drifting down to below her penis, her fingertip caressing her clitoris slowly, \"...But... I seek more than this. I'm ahead of everyone else in my training. I want to be tested... pushed further. I want to experience things... that I can't here.\"\n\n\nKiran wasn't sure if this was some kind of ritual or prayer or whatnot, but he listened intently regardless. He also tried to calm his breathing down, huffing through his nose as he kept his tail firmly clenched between his teeth. His own orgasm was still raging, but petering out slowly as he involuntarily humped the ground below him with each new spurt of seed that escaped his twitching prick.\n\n\n\"Spirits. You who guide us all. You who gave us our bodies and our forms... please give me what I desire... even if it isn't what others would seek,\" she said, \"Please help me find it.\"\n\n\nShe frowned slightly as she watched the water continue to gush from the rocks above, sending a cascade of shimmering droplets to fall upon the forest floor below. She sighed softly, dipping her feet in the cool water of the pond.\n\n\nKiran was holding his breath again, feeling another pulse of cum surge up his cock and splash onto the grass with an audible squelch. He bit his tongue as his penis throbbed again, urging himself to stay silent so he could hear the mysterious girl speak.\n\n\n\"I know I shouldn't ask... I know I should be grateful for what I have. But... it's not enough,\" she said in a hushed whisper, looking down at her still-hard member, \"It's not enough for me. I want to feel more... I need more...\"\n\n\nThe little boy blushed a little. He felt guilty. This was something private he was intruding on...\n...Well, he KNEW it was something private to begin with; she wouldn't have been out here at this time of night alone, taking all the effort to sneak to the waterfall otherwise... but it was a different kind of private than he thought it was. He picked himself up as quietly as he could muster, blushing deeply as his penis swayed and swung in front of him, dripping white slime onto the grass below.\n\n\nTrying to recall everything he'd ever learned about hunting and moving with speed and stealth through the forest, Kiran began to slink away as silently as he could manage.\n\n\nHe made it three steps before tripping over a root and faceplanting in a three-inch-deep puddle of his own goo.\n\n\n\"Who's there?\" called out the silver-haired girl with alarm, her ears perking up immediately at the sound of Kiran falling.\n\n\nRami's voice from earlier that day echoed in Kiran's ears with mocking amusement: \"Like I said, you'd be a horrible hunter...\"\n\n\nKiran did the only thing he could think to do. He remained on all fours and scrambled off as fast as he could, claws digging into the muddy ground below for traction as he desperately fled through the bushes and back towards his hut.\n\n\nHe heard her give an angry shriek of surprise behind him, followed by splashing from the waterfall and a flurry of heavy footfalls dashing through the grass behind him.\n\n\n\"Stop!\" shouted the silver girl, \"Come back!\"\n\n\nKiran ignored her as he sprinted for dear life, crashing through bushes and barrelling through thickets in his desperation to escape.\n\n\nHe dove headfirst through a berry bush and scrambled through a thicket of brambles, panicked.\nThe shaman staggered to a halt, panting as she watched a perfectly, delightfully round rear end followed by a swishing crimson-furred tail vanish into the underbrush.\n\n\n\"....Who was THAT?\" she asked no one in particular, hands on her little hips in consternation.\n\n\n⁂\n\n\nThe next morning, Kiran grunted as he slowly returned to awareness. There was a pit in his stomach. Not only had he been caught by the silver-haired shaman girl... but today was his Teramanka, the day that determined what path in life he would take.\n\n\nHis parents were talking at the breakfast table, chatting about inconsequential things such as whether to get more blankets from their neighbors or if they should start sewing new ones instead. Kiran ate his breakfast silently, paying little mind to the conversation.\n\n\nA sudden sharp kick to his shins made him flinch and glare at his sister, Nyla.\n\n\n\"Patre says you've gotta go see the chief now,\" said Nyla innocently, \"She's waitin' for you.\"\n\n\n\"Ow,\" Kiran grumbled, rubbing his shin and glaring daggers at his little sister. She responded by pulling an eyelid down, sticking out her tongue, and blowing raspberries at him.\n\n\nKiran rolled his eyes and sighed as he got up, leaving his food unfinished on the table. He supposed it was better to get it over with than sit around here agonizing over it any longer.\nThe boy padded through the village silently, ignoring the greeting nods and waves from his fellow Tribefolk. The usual cacophony of smells and sounds of a busy village assaulted him; cooking food, meat being smoked, aromatic spices from nearby huts, shouting and yelling as a few children played together in a large clearing. The sound of smiths hammering away at metal while the woodworkers carved out tools for fishing and hunting.\n\n\nKiran sighed and watched the children playing. A few days ago, he'd been one of them. Now he'd spend much of his day learning whatever job he was destined for after his tests were complete.\n\n\nHe grunted and headed towards the center of the village, where the tribal hall was. This was where all village affairs were settled, the hallow hall was large and spacious with multiple fire pits blazing during all hours of the day and night. The building was one of the oldest and most sacred places in the village; used by their ancestors for ceremonies dating back generations.\n\n\nHe hadn't even had a chance to set foot on the first step up to the entrance when a voice called. He turned to see a boy rushing towards him, panting heavily.\n\n\nThe boy had dirty blonde hair cut midlength down to his neck. Good-natured blue eyes glittered above chubby cheeks in a face that leaned more cute than handsome. He wasn't as lean as Rami or as feminine as Kiran. He was more heavyset, a chubby boy with a little potbelly poking out and jiggling a little with every step. His phallus was shockingly fat, as thick around as his forearm, a bulbous head as large as his own fist, and a pair of jiggling melon-sized balls nestled below it in a hairless, oversized sack. His frame was soft and plump, with a little bit of pudge around his midsection. Kiran's people had lithe physiques as a rule; he knew the boy was something of a curiosity among them, given his wide hips and thicker frame.\n\n\n\"Kiran! Rami t-t-told me you're going in for y-your Teramanka!\" stammered the boy, panting heavily as he whooped for air.\n\n\n\"Hello Dariel,\" said Kiran, trying to smile and failing with nerves. \n\n\n\"I wanted to c-catch you before you went in to wish you luck!\" said Dariel, smiling, his ears perked up and tail swishing, \"M-Maybe if you're lucky, you'll be a farmer like me and w-we can work the fields together!\"\n\n\nKiran managed a smile, but it was an awkward twisted thing. Kiran liked Dariel quite a lot, considering him part of his friend group. The chubby boy may not have had his or Rami's athletic prowess, but he had a good heart and a fun sense of humor and a positive attitude that was infectious to those around him.\n\n\nThat said, his admiration of his more talented friends seemed to give him the wrong ideas sometimes. Clearly, he had either no idea or had ignored the fact that Kiran was a legendary plant-murderer and couldn't keep grass alive, much less food crops.\n\n\n\"Uh... Yeah, maybe,\" Kiran hedged, trying to change the subject,, \"I don't really know if...\"\n\n\n\"I know you can do it! The Spirits are always w-with you, Kiran!\" said Dariel enthusiastically, hugging Kiran around the waist tightly in a way that made him squirm a little in embarrassment.\n\n\n\"Alright! G-get off! You're embarrassing me!\" snapped Kiran, trying to pry himself out of the enthusiastic boy's grip, \"You're getting your sweat all over me!\"\n\"Oops, sorry.... I... I...\" Dariel said, letting go and stepping back. His face screwed up in an odd way, his cheeks turning pink. His hips gave a little jerk forward.\n\"Oh, no, no, no!\" yelped Kiran, \"Aim away, over there! Quick, not on me!!!\"\n\n\nDariel's face was twisted in a grimace of pleasure and embarrassment as he hurriedly aimed his twitching dick at the ground away from Kiran. He clapped a hand over his mouth, suppressing a cry as his penis went from flaccid to fully erect in less than two seconds, jerking upward. His hips gave a few automatic pumps before his dick spurted its first thick rope of sticky semen.\n\n\nKiran sighed, feeling his own soft flesh stir between his legs at the sight. Dariel's Aramanka hadn't just given him an abnormally thick penis and huge testicles; it had given him the somewhat common condition of spermatorrhea. Like many other Tribefolk afflicted, he suffered random uncontrollable orgasms at random times throughout the day. They would happen at the drop of a hat; much like a sneeze. There was never a warning and Dariel simply had to endure them without warning.\n\n\nSure enough, the chubby boy was moaning in shuddering delight, his rear end flexing as his powerful shaft twitched repeatedly in his fist and launched hot ropes of white seed into the dirt below. The ground soaked it up quickly, turning from dirt to mud in a matter of seconds as the boy came like a fountain. He shot what had to be a solid gallon of semen over the course of a few minutes, all while crying out and wincing in both pleasure and humiliation as his hips bucked erratically on their own.\n\n\nKiran cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on his feet as he waited for his friend to finish up.\n\"S-sorry,\" groaned Dariel, finally slowing his output of cum and rubbing his eyes with his free hand as his cock gave one last weak squirt of cum into the mud below, \"...This always happens at the worst times...\"\n\n\n\"It's okay, it's nothing to be embarrassed about,\" soothed Kiran, patting him on the back lightly.\n\n\n\n\n\"Just... tell me how it goes. Okay? W-whatever happens?\" Dariel said, biting his lower lip and looking away in shame.\n\n\n\"Sure. I will. Thanks,\" said Kiran, waving as he walked away with a little less confidence than he would have liked.\n\n\nKiran climbed the steps as Dariel apologized to an adult who had just stepped in the mess he made. He sighed in amusement as he heard Dariel frantically try to explain what had happened in a panicky fluster as he was dragged off to help clean up the mess.\n\n\nThe tribal hall was impressive. The floors were stone rather than packed earth and had been smoothed over centuries by countless bare feet treading along them. The roof was a massive vaulted archway supported by wooden beams as thick as a man was tall. There were ten pillars along the walls made from enormous trees carved into curving spirals to support the weight of the ceiling high above.\n\n\nThe villagers referred to this place as \"The Heart Of The Tribe\" and it was one of the holiest places in their culture. As he walked through the immense doors, Kiran felt very small indeed, dwarfed by the immense columns and arches towering above him.\n\n\nIt was a vast empty space, with multiple fire pits to provide warmth for gatherings or celebrations. The central fire pit was ablaze and crackling. Flames roared high into the air, sparks dancing in the breeze that came through the open air hallow.\n\n\n\"Kiran, son of Faroc, young of Tribe Ro'Salm,\" came the Chief Elder's voice. Kiran flinched, so focused on taking in his surroundings that he'd failed to notice the old man sitting calmly on a bench near the fire pit with his arms folded placidly across his lap.\n\n\nThe elderly man was smiling kindly, his beard and hair completely white. The silver-furred ears perched atop his head were perked up attentively and his bushy tail waved slowly back and forth behind him. His dark grey eyes twinkled as he beckoned for Kiran to come forward with one long, delicate finger. His equine cock was fully erect, standing like a pink and brown mottled pillar, throbbing visibly in midair as precum dripped incessantly from its flared tip.\n\n\n\"Yes, sir,\" mumbled Kiran, walking forward quickly and standing in front of the ancient leader with his head bowed respectfully.\n\n\n\"Fret not, child,\" soothed the Chief Elder, \"All will be well. There's nothing to fear from a Teramanka. No need to get worked up.\"\n\n\nKiran blushed, imagining the nervousness on his face as he said, \"No, sir...\"\n\n\n\"Are you worried about what path your life will take?\" he asked gently.\n\n\n\"Among other things, yeah...\" admitted Kiran, \"I'm... really not good at anything.\"\n\n\n\"It's...\" the Chief Elder paused for a moment thoughtfully, choosing his words before continuing, \"It's a misconception amongst the youth that the Teramanka locks you into a life path. That once it determines you're talented as a farmer or weaver, that you MUST become a farmer or weaver. It is just guidance from the Spirits. It illuminates the path before you, but it is entirely your choice to step onto the path, or choose a different one.\"\n\n\nKiran nodded slowly, furrowing his brow thoughtfully as he considered this. He'd assumed exactly that; that the Teramanka would be his unbreakable destiny, not just a recommendation on what field of work he should pursue.\n\n\nThe Chief Elder grunted as he stood up, his phallus bobbing in the air between them as he did so.\n\n\n\"Ah... old joints. Get so stiff in this weather,\" he muttered, stretching out his back slowly.\n\n\nKiran remained silent, averting his eyes from the older man's erect shaft pointed directly at him.\n\n\n\"Come, this way,\" said the Chief Elder, pointing at another door that led deeper into the tribal hallow. Kiran reluctantly, but obediently followed after.\n\n\n\"The Teramanka can take anything from a few hours to several days,\" explained the old man, \"It is somewhat similar to the Aramanka ritual, but more complex.\"\n\n\nThe hallow narrowed down into a single corridor here, torchlight illuminating a winding set of stone stairs leading downward. Kiran couldn't help but feel a little bit of unease at having to descend into darkness below; but he trusted his people implicitly and was certain they wouldn't be doing anything sinister to him.\n\n\n\"So... it's going to be just us?\" asked Kiran anxiously.\n\n\n\"Oh, goodness, no,\" chuckled the Chief Elder, \"I cannot. I will help in beginning the ritual, but it is the job of the shamans to take care of you during the Teramanka.\"\n\n\n\"Oh... Okay...\" mumbled Kiran, staring down at the stairs uncertainly. He swallowed a little nervously, looking up at the old man for reassurance.\n\n\nThe Chief Elder smiled gently and ruffled the top of Kiran's head affectionately with one hand. His fingernails scratched the boy's scalp pleasantly as he moved to stand behind Kiran and prod him forward.\n\n\n\"It's alright, you've nothing to be afraid of,\" soothed the Chief Elder kindly.\n\n\nThey reached the bottom of the stairs and found themselves in a round room. The room had five doors at regular intervals along its circumference, with a large central fire pit blazing with flames in the center of it all. Kiran could see the flames reflected in the polished stone floor, cast in rippling shadows on the walls around them. Several cloaked and hooded figures stood around the fire, conversing quietly in hushed tones among themselves.\n\n\nAs one they turned towards Kiran and the Chief Elder, stopping their discussion abruptly to face them.\n\n\n\"Shamans,\" greeted the Chief Elder with a polite nod. The four of them nodded back in silence. \nTheir faces were obscured by the darkness of their hoods. Their gender was impossible to determine from beneath their cloaks; though their hands were slender and delicate.\n\n\n\"Is this the one?\" asked a husky, deep female voice from the tallest figure, her body completely concealed by the robes and cloak.\n\n\n\"This is the one. He is ready,\" confirmed the Chief Elder.\n\n\nThe tallest cloaked figure gave a brisk nod and with a flourish removed her hood, revealing her face. She was a striking woman, middle-aged for a Tribefolk, with just the first hints of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. She had piercing grey eyes, full lips, and a straight nose. Her pointed ears were pierced with a multitude of earrings, each of them glittering with gems and gold or silver in the flickering light from the fire pit in front of her. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail and flowed down her back to her waist. Her tail swished out from under her cloak, swaying back and forth behind her almost impatiently.\n\n\n\"Kiran, son of Faroc, I am Esmira,\" said the tall shamaness with a nod to the boy, \"I will be your guide for today.\"\n\n\nKiran was still admiring the shamaness' beautiful face when he realized that she was looking expectantly at him to return her greeting. He looked around blankly for a second before giving a mumbled \"Hi\".\n\n\n\"This is my first acolyte, Pelam,\" she said, gesturing to the tall figure to her right. It lowered its hood, revealing a surprisingly friendly-looking male face. His eyes were bright yellow and had slitted pupils like a cat's, but otherwise his features were handsome and pleasant. He was clean-shaven with a well-trimmed goatee that Kiran envied. His hair was black as night, matching his ears and tail perfectly. His cock was straight and thick and rigid as steel in front of him. The hood had concealed the wet tip of it as it dripped copious amounts of fluid onto the polished stone below.\n\n\n\"This is my second acolyte, Itrus,\" Esmira said, gesturing to the cloaked figure beside him. This figure was slightly shorter than the two of them and revealed itself to be a young female Tribefolk girl. She was in her early twenties, clearly having just started puberty, but her childish features were still evident on her face. Her small chest was covered up by her robes and cloak, but her erect penis jutted out proudly before her. Her features were young and girlish; her eyes wide and innocent-looking as she lowered her hood and smiled sweetly at Kiran. Her ears were adorned with rings and piercings, just like her shamaness mentor beside her.\n\n\n\"And finally, my chosen trainee and apprentice, Shayla,\" finished Esmira, gesturing to the figure on her left. The figure removed its hood to reveal itself to be another girl, around Kiran's age if he had to guess. Her hair was silver and flowing like silk as she let her hood fall away from her head, her hair falling down in silky waves to just below her shoulders.\n\n\n...There was a moment where the entire world stood still and Kiran felt a tidal wave of conflicting arousal, awe, and utter, unbridled horror.\n\n\nAnd then the shaman girl, Shayla's eyes took in his face. The moment stretched to the breaking point....\n\n\n\"YOUUUUU!!!!\" she cried, jabbing an accusing finger in his direction.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The sun rose over the mountains to the east, casting warm golden light upon the Tribelands.  The sprawling valley was bathed in light and warmth, filtering through the trees.  The various villages of the sprawling valley came to life as their inhabitants greeted the day.


The weather was temperate, cool and breezy without being chilly.  The main river burbled with clean, fresh water winding its way through the valley to the lake in the west.  Fish sprang merrily from its waters. Deer and boar roamed the forest to the cacophony of hundreds of different species of birdsong.  


The Tribelands were a paradise, nearly 100 square miles of peaceful tranquility.


The only thing that broke that tranquility was The Tower.  A spire that must have been taller than imaginable on the southern horizon, across the plains, far beyond the farmlands. A grey, ugly thing that most inhabitants had learned to ignore over the years, more out of fear and superstition than out of desire for an unbroken view.


A remnant of Those Who Came Before from the time before the End of All Things.


It was a constant reminder that while the Tribelands were paradise, there was nothing but danger outside of the borders.


But that was not on the minds of the inhabitants of the Tribelands today.  Today was a happy day.  There were events to keep the Tribefolk busy.


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Kiran snored softly as his eyes flickered under their lids.  His chest rose and fell, his little sister's head resting against him.  The boy twitched as images whirled through his sleeping head.


He grunted.  Again.  And then opened his mouth in a soft, shuddering moan.


His little hips arched upward and thirteen inches of swollen, veiny flesh gave an enormous lurch.  A mighty spout of white liquid erupted upward, nearly striking the thatched roof.  The fluid arced for a moment, hanging suspended in the morning light as momentum ran out... then gravity pulled it down to land directly on his sister's forehead.


She squealed, yelping as her hair was plastered flat against her scalp by the drumming torrent of gel.  She spluttered, shocked and instantly wide awake as she watched her brother convulse.  Surprise turned to anger.  Her cat ears folded back as she bared her teeth, showing her pronounced fangs, and gave a loud hiss.


That, in turn, jolted Kiran from his sleep.  Green eyes opened blearily to see his sister's angry face glaring at him, even as another spray of semen rocketed up her body.  It struck the left side of her neck and drizzled messily down her bare chest, leaving a thick white line between her nipples. Another powerful stream of the sticky liquid splattered against her belly, coating it in a thick layer of goo.


"Ewww! Matre!!! Kiran's gooshing all over meee!!!" cried his sister angrily.  Kiran groaned in both pleasure and frustration.  He didn't WANT to do what he was doing... He didn't even know WHY he was ejaculating like a firehose.  It wasn't as if this was his first orgasm, but it was the first he'd ever had while sleeping. But now he was going to get in trouble with his mother.


Sure enough, his mother poked her head into the hut from outside where she was cooking over the fire. "What did you do, Kiran?"


Kiran blushed, unable to speak, still convulsing with each eruption.  He didn't know how long he'd been spurting for, but his average orgasm ran about ten to fifteen minutes.  He grunted and arched his back again, trying to stop the flow with every muscle in his body. It only made it worse, the fluid blasting out with more force, soaking himself, his sister, and the nest of furs, feather-filled cloths, and animal hides he slept on.


His sister had already scrambled up, her entire torso drenched with his semen, and she was trying to wipe herself off with one of the blankets.  She did not resemble Kiran all that much, outside of the shape of her eyes and face; her hair was brown, not red, her skin darker, and her tail and ears were black and white with speckles.  The little five year old was also covered with white splatters.


"Ewww, it's getting into the feathers. Ughhh. Eww. Matre, why did he goo me? I didn't DO anything! Make him STOP!"


"He can't stop, dearest. Once a boy starts spurting, the only thing he can do is to ride it out," said his mother, trying not to smile at the sight of her daughter looking as though she'd stuck her head inside a barrel of paint.  His sister growled in annoyance, still trying to wipe semen out of her eyes.


Kiran, for his part, could only do exactly as his mother said.  His orgasm was going, and nothing he did could stop his penis from pulsating and firing more and more of his ejaculate out into the world. Each time his body was wracked with blazing pleasure radiating from his groin.  His heavy, coconut-sized testicles contracted, each one churning and massaging its cargo into his urethra. The fat foreskin-enwrapped glans spasmed, flexing and relaxing rhythmically as it propelled more and more semen through the opening and out into the world.


Every few spurts the pressure would subside a little and Kiran could breathe normally again. But the respite was short-lived, for the contractions would come again, the muscles in his crotch flexing and his penis would surge to fullness and fire another volley.


"It's okay, Kiran," said his mother, kneeling beside the bedding as she mopped his cum out of his sister's face.  If anything, she seemed delighted by this turn of events, "It's called a wet dream.  Every boy and intersex has them now and then.  But we've been waiting for your first.  It means you're ready for your Teramanka.  Bet it was a surprise for Nyla, though, wasn't it?"


She grinned at Kiran's sister, who was still pouting as she tried to shake the fluid off her fingers. "I want a bath. You said we could go swimming today."


"We will, after breakfast, dearest. Why don't you go out and tell your patre that Kiran's finished his first wet dream. And don't run!" she said quickly, seeing her daughter's ears perk up and her tail flick.


Nyla didn't need to be told twice. She darted away through the flap of the hut, her bare rear bouncing, semen-soaked tail trailing behind her.


"And make sure you wash off in the stream before coming in!"


"I knowww!" came the voice.


Kiran's mother smiled and returned her attention to her son, who continued to convulse in ecstasy.  She smiled and knelt down beside him, wrapping a hand around his cock, pumping it up and down slowly.  Kiran moaned and his hips shuddered, the spasms intensifying with the new stimulation.


Kiran's mother, Peri, was an attractive woman, still quite young. She had a slim waist, wide hips, and large breasts, her nipples erect with arousal. Her skin was lightly tanned from the sun, her eyes were a soft grey, and her long hair was a bright, fiery red. Her large feline ears were perked straight up, and her tail was flicking with amusement.  A swollen, pulsing penis throbbed between her legs, standing tall enough to brush the undersides of her breasts and wet them with precum. It glistened in the morning light, her own arousal dripping from the head.


She leaned down and pressed her lips to Kiran's tip. Her mouth parted, stretching to accommodate his girth. She gulped loudly, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, drawing a fresh mouthful of her son's essence from the fountain of his cock.


"Mmmm," she moaned, the vibrations traveling through Kiran's sensitive shaft and sending a shiver of bliss through his body.


Peri's hand stroked his cock faster, milking more cum from his balls. She drank deeply, swallowing each mouthful eagerly, savouring the taste of his seed.


She kept sucking, drinking her son's cum until his orgasm finally tapered off. Kiran lay still on the bed, panting and exhausted. He could barely think, much less speak. His balls and groin ached, his testicles still contracting slightly, as though they were trying to empty a bottomless pit.


Peri licked her lips, wiping her chin with the back of her hand as she said, "Mmm. Tasty as always, filia.  Now.  Once you can walk, go out and wash yourself clean, then come for breakfast."


"Yes, matre," he said, panting.


"And take your time, there's no rush," she added, getting up.


She left the hut, her heavy, meaty cock bouncing between her legs, a thick glob of precum dripping from the tip to land on the dirt floor.


Kiran looked up at the ceiling, catching his breath. The walls and rafters of the hut were made of bundled straw, thatched and woven together.


He sighed, and sat up. His head was still spinning, his vision clouded by the intensity of his orgasm.


His Teramanka.  He hadn't been expecting it.  Everything in his life was about to change.


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Kiran washed the semen from his peach-colored skin, taking his time in the cool water of the stream.  Further up the valley, the water was ice cold thanks to melting snow on the mountains, but by the time it reached where Kiran lived, the sun had warmed it enough that it was comfortable.


It was Kiran's fifteenth spring, though like all young Tribefolk, he had not grown much since he turned 7.  It was said that Those Who Came Before lived much shorter lives, and their children grew up more quickly.  Tribefolk lived to 120 summers on average, and one or two elders at some villages had even made it to 150.  Tribefolk children remained small and youthful in both body and mind until their mid-twenties before puberty set in over the next ten years.


Kiran looked down at his body, vaguely judging it. His muscles were clearly defined under his skin, but were not as pronounced as his father's. His pecs were small and flat, his stomach a smooth plane. His hips were wide, giving him a feminine look, his rear end firm and round.
And then there was his penis.


The penis of every Tribefolk male and intersex female was different.  At the age of 7, every male and intersex child underwent a coming of age ritual called the Aramanka. This was a hypnotic trance, induced with a combination of herbs and the power of the shaman. They experienced visions and communicated with spirits, their bodies transforming.


Every boy and girl that entered the Aramanka reacted differently.  Their penises changed, shifted. Sometimes growing longer or thicker. Other times the head enlarged, becoming bulbous or pointed. Many gained ridges, or bumps, or even a ring.  Sometimes they grew more than one penis.


Before his Aramanka, Kiran had a little coinpurse scrotum and a penis that was only four inches long erect. Now, he had a thirteen-inch shaft that was as fat around as a bottle, with a huge, heavy, hairless sack the size of two coconuts that hung low between his thighs, each testicle bigger than his fists.


And even further, his testicles were constantly churning.  He had been told it was called "hyperspermia," and was one of the more common outcomes of the Aramanka.  Before, his orgasms had been thirty seconds of lurching pleasure, accompanied by around ten or so thick spurts.  After, he came continuously for a full twenty minutes, the contractions coming almost non-stop, a constant stream of spunk that never seemed to end.


The Aramanka also had the side effect of making all Tribefolk, boys and girls, very lusty and horny. They had urges and desires beyond anything they could comprehend or resist, and their bodies would react in ways that were uncontrollable.


Kiran was no different. He spent his days in a state of arousal. His penis was erect almost constantly, and he'd find himself masturbating at the most inconvenient times, even in front of others. He'd had the occasional accident, spurting out of nowhere.


Like today.


His first wet dream.


Kiran stood, shaking himself dry. He felt tired, but the fresh air had revived him somewhat. The sky was blue, the sun shining. He took a deep breath and headed up the hill to the village, his large genitals bouncing against his thighs.


As he walked, he heard a giggle.


Looking up, he saw a group of other tribefolk children, ranging in ages from five to thirteen, naked, having been swimming earlier. Their bodies were dripping wet, and they were playing and chasing each other around, giggling. Semen was smeared all over them, white lines running down their arms and legs and chests. Thick globs of it matted their hair.


This was anything but unusual.  Indeed, it wasn't just children who were constantly spilling their seed; adults did the same. The elders taught that the Ones Who Came Before had hid their bodies from each other behind clothing and never shared their pleasure in public.  That was bizarre to Kiran.


Clothing was meant as decoration, not to hide the body. The shamans taught that every Tribefolk was a work of art, no matter what shape or size.  Imperfections only made the whole more attractive.  The Spirits would not want the Tribefolkto hide their handiwork from the world and each other.  The greatest act of devotion to the spirits was to orgasm and show the pleasure their bodies could bring.


And the spirits were always watching.


The children giggled as they ran past him, and Kiran noticed several of the younger ones had semen in their hair, too. He grinned to himself, knowing he was not the only one.


The village was bustling with activity. The day's tasks were beginning. The farmers and gatherers were already in the fields and the forest, harvesting. The hunters had already left, going after deer and boar. The cooks were preparing food and cleaning. The fishermen were down at the lake.


Kiran wondered who he would join.  The second coming-of-age ceremony that all Tribefolk (not just the boys and intersex) went through was the Teramanka. This was a series of rituals and challenges meant to teach them about their bodies and their place in the Tribe.  It was supposed to determine the jobs and roles one was best suited for, or special talents one had, and prepare them to take on a responsibility to the community.


Kiran wasn't really sure what it would entail.  Supposedly it was somewhat different for everyone, and younglings weren't allowed to watch the proceedings. All he knew was that once someone passed their Teramanka, they were considered an apprentice, and it was time to start learning a life's occupation. It was said that some Tribefolk were chosen by the spirits for additional quests or quests, which would further define their role.


He shook his hair dry, his tail flicking water off the tip as he waded back to the shore where he had set his clothing aside. He stepped onto the grass and began to shake himself dry, water spraying everywhere.

He was hungry, but he also enjoyed this short moment of quiet before the day's activity.  While his Teramanka might have been looming ahead, the daily routine of the village went on as usual.  He put it out of his mind for now and began to stretch, limbering up, ready for the day ahead.


As he bent down to touch his toes, he felt something solid, hot, and throbbing slide up between his plump buttocks and touch the curve of his lower back, leaving a damp smear in its wake.
Kiran yelped and jumped in surprise as someone giggled behind him. He whirled around to see a boy his age grinning at him, his ears and tail twitching mischievously.  He was a handsome lad, with striking features.  His form was lean and wiry muscle, compared to Kiran's soft boyish curves. His hair was messy, black as ink and wild. His eyes were a bright amber that shone with amusement. His skin was tan and smooth with the light sheen of oil and sweat. His tail and ears were charcoal grey and decorated with white spots and stripes like the prey animals that lived in the forest.


"Gyahhh!  Don't SCARE me like that!" Kiran panted, clutching his chest as his heart hammered in his ribcage.


"I was being as loud as possible walking through the reeds. You have no sense of awareness!" said the boy, grinning, "Then I saw that lovely full moon and couldn't resist.  You're never gonna be a hunter with that kind of lackluster attention span."


"What do you want, Rami?" grumbled Kiran, trying to hide a smile.  Rami was Kiran's best friend in the world, and his antics were nothing new.


"So... I heard you wet your nest," teased the boy, grinning.


"I didn't WET my nest, you nosy tabby! It was an ACCIDENT," said Kiran hotly, "I splurted all over in my sleep.  I couldn't help it."


"What'd it feel like?" asked Rami curiously.  Kiran shrugged vaguely, brushing a lock of hair out of his face.


"...I dunno.  I mean.  Like splurting. Good.  Gooey," he said, trying to remember the sensations.


"Was it nice? Did you get it in Nyla's hair?" asked Rami playfully.


"No! ...well, yes," said Kiran, "It woke her up. Then she screamed at me."


"Bwahahaha! Haha! Serves her right," said Rami, giggling.  Kiran glanced at the boy's groin.  Rami's Aramanka had gifted him with not one, but two penises: twin spears of flesh, one over the other. Rami's penises were over eleven inches long each and two inches thick around. Each cockhead was a bloated bulb with a flared corona, both dripping with precum constantly. His sac was massive, stretched taut around four baseball-sized testicles.


"Other than annoying me, what are you doing here?" asked Kiran, wiping the other boy's precum off his spine and grabbing his clothing to slip on.  His leather vest covered his shoulders but left his chest bare. His breeches were tight around his waist and upper thighs with holes for his tail and penis to protrude. Rami was similarly dressed, his penises standing tall as he watched Kiran with amusement.


"Duh. I'm here for breakfast," said Rami, grinning.


Kiran laughed and turned, heading up the hill back to the village. Rami followed close behind, both boys chattering excitedly.


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Breakfast was served in a communal hall at the center of the village. There was a long wooden table filled with fruits and berries and nuts and smoked meat. People were lining up to pick what they wanted, taking as much or as little as they desired before heading off to begin their day's tasks.


Rami led the way up to the table and snagged a large apple and some dried fish. Kiran's stomach growled with hunger.  He used up so much protein with how much he ejaculated, he found himself perpetually famished. He piled his plate with meat and berries.


He sat at one of the benches among the people, who were all chattering away eagerly.  The occasional moan of pleasure and cry of ecstasy could be heard in the distance as well as the sound of fluid splashing into buckets and spattering on the ground.


Most of breakfast passed uneventfully, until a ringing sounded, bringing instant silence to the room.  At the back of the hall the Elders sat at their own table of honor, and the Chief Elder had stood.  He held a small bell in his hand, a sacred and precious relic retrieved from outside the Tribelands from Those Who Came Before.  When it sounded, everyone immediately stopped talking to listen.


The Chief Elder was an ancient man with long silver hair that reached all the way down to the backs of his knees and a long beard that trailed in his lap when he sat. His wrinkled face was serene, his eyes a clear grey as he surveyed the room.  He wore loose burgundy robes, open at the front to allow all to see his still-fit build and the mighty, veiny horsecock that hung between his legs. The mottled pink and brown flesh of his shaft twitched in the open air, as thick around as his forearm and a foot-and-a-half long. Precum leaked copiously from his broad flare, a shining wet puddle forming under the bench and dripping down his knees.


"The sun is risen once more upon the Tribefolk, and we gather to appreciate the day's work and beauty," began the Elder, "We ask the spirits for their guidance and blessings as we go forth into our tasks, and seek new answers to old questions."


Kiran lowered his head respectfully with the others to pray.


"May we stay strong and fit," said the Elder.


"May we stay strong and fit," murmured all those in attendance in unison.


"May we stay brave and alert," continued the Elder.


"May we stay brave and alert," all murmured back.


"...Before I allow you to go back to your feasts, we have one more order of business to attend to," said the Chief Elder, a warm smile on his face.  His eyes met Kiran's.


Kiran blushed scarlet, knowing what was coming next.


"Young Kiran of Tribe Ro'Salm will undergo his Teramanka tomorrow. We wish him luck and ask the Spirits guide his way to his destiny," said the Chief Elder.


There was a murmur of approval and good wishes from those gathered.


"Now, finish your meal," said the Elder.


With that, everyone went back to eating and talking as though nothing had happened.


Kiran lowered his head and picked at his food, a little self-conscious now that he'd been singled out in front of everyone.


"You're gonna be fine," said Rami encouragingly beside him, "Your wet dream is a good omen! A sign from the spirits!"


"I hope so," murmured Kiran uncertainly, "I don't even know what to expect..."


"Well, everyone has different experiences.  Hey, maybe you'll be a hunter like me," Rami said, slapping his back, "I'd love to have you along out in the wilds."


"...I thought you said I'd be a horrible hunter," Kiran replied, eyeing his best friend.


"You would!" said Rami cheerfully, "But that doesn't mean I wouldn't love having you along."


Kiran rolled his eyes but couldn't keep from smiling. The black-haired boy's tail flicked mischievously as he stood up from the table, his twin penises bobbing heavily between his thighs.


"C'mon, finish up so we can get to the training fields," Rami urged, snatching a chunk of meat from Kiran's plate, and dodging the ensuing flail in his direction with a grin. He was gone before Kiran could say another word, bounding out of the hall.


Kiran quickly finished his breakfast and hurried after him.


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Kiran's tail flicked as he walked along the weapon rack, running his fingers along the training spears and bows and knives.  While many of the other children were nervous, knowing painful bruises and welts were impending, Kiran felt right at home.


Kiran was indeed a mediocre hunter, with poor aim and clumsy feet.  He was okay at fishing, but nothing to write home about.  He was an absolute disaster in the farm, with a brown and crumbly thumb.  He felt he had few talents of which he could brag.


But the training field?  That was where he came alive.


He ran his fingers along a wooden training version of a traditional Tribefolk weapon, a kansi.  It was best described as something like a short-glaive.  It was roughly three feet long in total.  The tip was a foot long wide blade, designed for wide swings and chopping.  The rest was a long hilt, with a knob at the end to act as a pommel.  Normally, the blade was made of sharpened stone or obsidian.


He took it from the rack, feeling the carved wood in his palm.  He gave it a few test swings, first one-handed, then with two, holding the long hilt at the pommel and just under the blade. He finished with a whirling flourish.


Tribefolk were peaceful people.  There was no warfare in the valley.  The tribes and villages never had any conflict harsher than a loud disagreement which would be settled by contest, drinking, or orgy.  


But there were dangers outside the valley.  Many, many, many dangers.  And sometimes, those dangers could find their way into the valley.


So every Tribefolk child was taught to defend themselves.  Not just to hunt, but to fight.  To protect each other and themselves.


...Unfortunately for Kiran, "warrior" wasn't exactly a living amongst the Tribefolk. It wasn't as if the Tribefolk went on crusades to reclaim the realms outside the Tribelands.  Every one of the Tribefolk was expected to pick up a weapon in an emergency, but since Kiran had been born, there hadn't been anything that required that kind of response but once; and he'd been too young to participate in defending the lands.


The worst that had happened in Kiran's memory had been minor incursions of Ferals, or beasts who somehow made it past the Border. Minor things, requiring only a few of the adults, or at worst a single village to attend to.


Rami might have been a superior hunter, but Kiran was a born fighter.


The red-headed boy finished twirling the Kansi, finding its balance satisfactory.  He held it on his shoulder as he walked out into the field where many other children and some of the adults were sparring and practicing their moves.


As Kiran made his way across the field, a voice called out, and he winced.  He'd been hoping to get through the day without conflict, but fate and the Spirits seemed determined to test him.


"Well, well, well," drawled a voice, "If it isn't our very own star."


"What do you want, Andur," mumbled Kiran, turning to face the boy.


Andur was an older boy. He had wavy blonde hair and pale green eyes that looked Kiran up and down with open hostility. His body was tall and gangly; all bones and lanky limbs. His ear and tail were pale gold colored, making him look almost angelic, though the illusion was ruined by his pinched face and harsh glare. His Aramanka had given him a penis of normal length, but the head was monstrous: a thick, veiny bulb that looked like it would split someone in half.


Andur had always disliked Kiran.  No reason why, so far as Kiran could tell, just the nature of the boy to seek out targets for bullying. Social slights, minor incidents; everything was grounds for Andur to hold a grudge.


Kiran hadn't exactly made an effort to make friends with him, either.


"Good morning, little star," smirked Andur, "Excited for your big day?"


"Don't call me that," growled Kiran.


"Ooooh. Scary," laughed Andur, rolling his eyes, "I thought I told you that the training field was for people who had hope of being useful? You're not good for anything except breeding, right?"


Kiran snarled, his ears folding back and his tail bristling with anger. His grip on the kansi tightened and his knuckles turned white.


"Watch it, Andur," warned Rami, coming up behind him, "Didn't you learn your lesson the last time Kiran gave you that big purple bruise all the way down your back?"


Andur grimaced, looking annoyed. He turned to the black-haired boy with a sneer, "What are you, his boyfriend? Coming to protect his honor? Need him to protect you from Ferals or bad dreams?"


"What? You're an idiot," scoffed Rami, "I don't need to protect Kiran from you. I'm protecting you from him!  I just didn't want to see your ugly face get even uglier from getting beat again."


Andur's eyes flashed with anger at Rami's taunt.


"Is there a problem here?" asked another voice.


The three boys turned to see the grizzled face of the master of weaponry, a craggy man named Dulari. He was built like a bear, his skin leathery and tanned from a lifetime outside under the sun. He was a master of weapons and combat, teaching the children and new adults of the Tribe all the moves and stances they would need.


"No, sir," said Rami respectfully, "Just friendly banter."


"Hm," said Dulari, eyeing the two boys. Andur folded his arms and glowered, saying nothing.


"Words are for the playing grounds. If you have issues, settle them like adults.  With blades," said the man gruffly, "Get a weapon, Andur."


Andur scowled but obeyed, heading back to the rack to pick up a pair of wooden axes.  He whipped them around a few times before returning to stand before Dulari, glaring hatefully at Kiran.


"All right.  Standard rules.  No attacks to the face or groin.  First clean hit or knockdown wins," Dulari said, "Ready? Go!"


Andur let out a ferocious yell and charged toward Kiran, his axes whirling.  He was skilled.  He took his training seriously.  Despite his hate, he attacked with precision and restraint, not trying to batter through Kiran's defenses; instead aiming for openings in his stance or the moment his guard dropped.


Kiran had chosen the short-glaive as his specialty because he liked the weapon's balance between offense and defense.  It was versatile. You could stab with it, slash with it, or chop with it. Its long hilt could double as a short-staff, blocking or pushing with equal efficiency.


As Andur barreled toward him, Kiran spun and dove sideways, swinging the kansi back and around to send it whipping toward Andur's midsection in a wide arc. The axe-wielding boy anticipated this move, leaping into the air and doing a flip, avoiding Kiran's blow with ease. As he came down he reversed his grip on one of his axes and lunged down towards Kiran's head with a stabbing motion.


Kiran barely managed to roll away, narrowly avoiding being struck in the face.


"Hah!" gloated Andur as he landed with a thud on the ground beside him, "Pathetic!"


"Ahem," said Dulari loudly, "Both of you, focus!  I'm not seeing any ki-rei flow from either of you.  Amateurish."


Ki-rei was one of the cornerstones of Tribefolk martial arts. It was the art of flowing with the natural energy of the world. The energy of life. The energy of sex. It was the ability to harness and channel that energy through the body, allowing Tribefolk to do superhuman feats of strength, agility, and endurance.  They could heal their own wounds or the wounds of others.  With training and inborn talent, some could commune with the Spirits, or even use their energy to allow a Spirit to temporarily take physical form.  And there were many other aspects to it as well, many which were still being discovered or created.


Kiran had always found that the physical aspects of ki-rei came naturally to him. He wasn't a prodigy or genius by any means, but he had a knack for it that many other Tribefolk did not.


He had struggled with the spiritual and esoteric aspects of it more than most, however.  He had about as much spiritual awareness as a rock.  Less, actually, since the Tribefolk believed that everything in nature had a spirit. Kiran had never sensed one of the Spirits outside the great ceremony events, and often wondered if he ever would.


Accepting Dulari's scolding, Kiran tried to clear his mind.  Strong emotions tended to interfere with ki-rei control.  Clarity and serenity brought out the most power. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, allowing his body to relax. His ears twitched as he focused on nothing, just allowing himself to be.


And he felt it.  The flow.  The current of energy that swirled through his body.  There were many sources to the river through his body, notably his heart and his loins, but there were dozens of smaller tributaries throughout his torso, limbs, and head.


He drew on that energy, allowing it to flow through him as he focused it through his muscles and nerves. He felt a sense of strength and clarity wash over him, and he opened his eyes as Andur lunged toward him, ready for a counterattack.


Andur came at Kiran again, this time with more restraint and less berserker fury. The older boy swung his axes with more precision, attacking Kiran's kidney.  The block seemed preordained, like the axes were drawn to the shaft of the younger boy's wooden weapon, and the two weapons clashed with a loud crack.  He turned them aside, wheeled the shaft and blade around, and kicked at Andur's shin.


The older boy hissed in pain and leapt back, out of reach. Kiran didn't follow up; he merely backed away and fell into a neutral stance.  Emotion fell away, the crystaline clarity taking hold. His heartbeat slowed, but paradoxically, his flaccid penis started to plump up and throb slowly. He felt energized. Every sense was magnified. He felt as though he could see in every direction at once; he knew exactly where Andur would attack from next before it happened.


Andur didn't miss a beat. The older boy flicked his left axe at Kiran's eyes in a feint before launching forward with a thrust at Kiran's stomach.


It was like time was moving slowly. Kiran's body reacted of its own accord, dancing out of the way and striking at Andur's arm with the shaft of his Kansi. Andur roared and lurched backward, suddenly furious. Kiran stayed calm. His emotions were like a distant afterthought, removed from his awareness. All that mattered was his body.  


His cock throbbed as he channeled the flow of ki-rei, a regular side-effect of controlling the energy.  It happened to everyone who did it. Because the genitals were a source of the flow, harnessing it caused blood to fill those areas and increase their sensitivity.


"Stop dancing and fight!" snarled Andur in frustration, lunging forward again, "Augh! Come on!"


Kiran did not stop dancing.  He spun and whirled, the loud CLACK CLACK CLACK of wood on wood ringing in his ears. He ducked and weaved, pivoted and spun, deflecting Andur's strikes one after another with ease.


The more Andur missed and got angrier and angrier, the calmer Kiran became. The redheaded boy let go of everything and allowed his body to flow like water, swaying and ducking from Andur's blows as though they were mere breezes.


He could see Andur's breathing grow heavier and his attacks become wilder and more erratic as his rage grew. The older boy was an easy mark, letting his emotions get the best of him as he'd been taught not to do in training.


In Kiran's mind, he could already see the trajectory of Andur's next strike. He waited patiently for the precise moment.  


Then, as the wooden training axe swung downward at his forehead, he swept to the side smoothly.  He placed the dull edge of his short-glaive against the older boy's side and drew it across.


"Enough.  Fight's over. Kiran wins," declared Dulari, watching impassively with folded arms as Andur staggered with the hit before realizing he'd been "fatally" wounded and stood upright again with a scowl.


There was no celebration of victory on Kiran's part. He blinked several times as reality returned to normal speed for him, the odd shining quality of the world fading back to normal. His penis was engorged and erect, bobbing proudly between his legs. He breathed heavily, panting with exertion as he struggled to calm himself down.


Andur was sulking and shooting him nasty looks, but didn't dare try anything while Dulari was watching. He just grabbed a waterskin from a bucket and angrily started chugging it down, glaring daggers at Kiran all the while.


Kiran looked over at Rami who was grinning widely. The black-haired boy's cocks were pointing skyward, twin spires of flesh oozing precum onto the grass below as he applauded loudly. Kiran felt a smile tugging at his lips and allowed himself to enjoy it a bit before heading to get water as well.


As he drank, Dulari approached him. The old warrior was an intimidating sight: his face was craggy and weathered from many years, his chest broad and muscled beneath his loose leather vest. He had a braided beard and long hair that was tied back behind his head, his tail lashing behind him thoughtfully as he appraised Kiran with his sharp grey eyes. His thick penis was covered in small bumps, giving it a pebbly texture. It swayed heavily between his legs as he walked, leaving a glistening trail of precum in its wake.


"...Almost adequate," grunted the teacher, which was sparkling, nigh exemplary praise coming from him. Kiran nodded gratefully, knowing better than to try and make small talk. Dulari had little patience for words when there were still swords to swing or arrows to be fired.


"Work on your footing," added Dulari curtly, "You've a tendency to open yourself up on the back foot when you overreach.  I expect you to work on that, no matter where you end up after your Teramanka."


With that, he stalked off back to the benches to observe the others, his penis swinging like a pendulum between his thighs as he went. Kiran couldn't help but grin widely. Praise from Dulari was rare indeed, and he knew it was high praise indeed that he had earned it for today.


He got back up and high-fived Rami, smiling wide.


⁂


"Unh, unh, unh!" Kiran gasped, shuddering as he felt his father's turgid penis throb against the most sensitive spot inside him.  Then his father pulled his hips back, the long, swollen flesh retreating from inside his son.


"Easy... easy... inhale... exhale..." said his father soothingly, "Breathe into it."


Kiran obeyed. He was naked, on his hands and knees on his mother's fur rug in front of their family's hearthfire. His body trembled slightly as he relaxed. His erection hung between his legs, a thick rope of precum connected to the floor. His father's cock was slick with both sweat and precum, the glans taut and bulging with heat.


Nyla cried out as she lifted her hips in orgasmic bliss, her mother's phallus buried in her depths, his balls jiggling and bouncing with each thrust. She rolled her hips and arched her back, her breasts quivering from the force of their lovemaking. Her mother's prick was huge; nearly a foot long and bulky around as a soda can. Nyla's nethers were stretched to their limit, struggling to accommodate the pillar of flesh sliding in and out of her with squelching noises.


Kiran panted, trying to get his breathing under control. His father was very, very big. Twenty inches long and as thick as Kiran's bicep, the older man's shaft was a massive pole of meat, coated in precum and glistening with oil. Kiran had trouble taking it at first, but he'd been practicing since he was five.


Another use of ki-rei, Kiran shivered as he focused the flow of energy through his body and into his lower back. This had the effect of increasing flexibility and blood flow, making him more easily able to take larger penetrations.  His cock quivered, achingly hard as several wet clear spatters of precum struck his chin.


This was another thing Kiran was a natural at.  Sex.  If anything, he felt he was better at it than fighting. For some reason, his body knew just what to do to bring both himself and his partner the most pleasure possible.


He bent down, lowering his chest to the rug. He was already flexible, but the energy flowing through him made him even moreso. He yelped as his father's phallus struck that sweet spot deep inside him again and again with each rough jab forward.  His dad could only fit a little more than half his cock inside before bottoming out, but it still brought considerably more than enough pleasure to both.


"Nnnngrrrfff!" grunted his father gutturally, slamming his hips forward until his balls slapped Kiran's soft rear with a resounding smack. He thrust three or four times rapidly before pulling back again until only the tip remained lodged in his son's rosebud.


"Tighter than your mother... tighter than Nyla!" moaned the man, his melon-sized testicles impacting the backs of Kiran's thighs repeatedly, stinging pleasurably.


That... wasn't exactly something Kiran liked to hear.  His ears folded back in annoyance and he blushed.


The problem of his Teramanka loomed over Kiran like a personal thundercloud again.  There were many jobs in the villages, many roles for a young boy to fill.  He could be a hunter, a fisher, a farmer, a builder, a blacksmith, any number of things.  Some of them, Kiran liked the sound of.  Others, he felt apprehensive about, or sure that the Spirits would never allow him to do (farming, in particular.  Every plant Kiran cared for died in rapid agony despite his best attempts).  


The problem was... one role he was CERTAIN he was qualified for was as a tribal shimara.


There was no adequate translation from the Tribefolk language to modern English for "shimara," though "courtesan" and even "geisha" captured aspects of it.  The best translation might have been "reliever."


Given the Tribefolk's incredible libidos, wildly varied anatomy, and different needs and concerns, some members of the Tribes became "shimara."  It was their job to tend to those needs, whether they be physical, emotional, or anything else.  They were counsellors, companions, lovers, and so much more besides. They were not slaves; their role was entirely voluntary. It was an honored position among the Tribes; not every Tribefolk could do it, and they were often revered for it.


As much as Kiran loved sex, he did not relish the idea of being used all day every day, spending most of his time covered head to toe with semen, his crotch and rear end sore.  He wanted to be useful to his Tribe, but maybe not in that particular way.


That said...


"Ungh!  Patre!" he moaned as his dad gripped his tail like it was a handle, beginning to pump firm and steady in and out of the younger boy's body.


...that didn't mean he didn't enjoy being used now and then.


Kiran groaned and closed his eyes as the feeling of his father's glans striking that sensitive spot deep inside him over and over again set his whole body on fire. His own cock was stone hard, slapping against his belly with each thrust of Patre's hips.


"S-so hot inside you!" groaned his father, grunting as he tried to get deeper.


"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh," Kiran replied, seeing stars. The big cock buried inside him was driving him mad with lust. Every thrust caused a warm ripple of pleasure to wash over him. Then there were the moans of his mother and sister next to him, filling his ears.


He glanced to his side to see Nyla shuddering in orgasm, her tiny pussy stretching taut around her mother's tremendous cock. Nyla was multiorgasmic like most pure female Tribefolk.  While females did not go through an Aramanka like males and intersex Tribefolk, the Spirits still found a way to gift them. Female Tribefolk could climax many times in a row without stopping.


The little girl gave an ear-piercing squeal, her voice going up into the ultrasonic register as her little pussy clenched and trembled around the plunging girth of her mother's dick. Her mother laughed delightedly at this, grabbing her daughter by the waist and pulling her off the rug, settling the little girl onto her lap in a squatting position. The woman's mammoth shaft was still buried hilt-deep inside her daughter's tummy as she wrapped her arms around the little girl's waist, bouncing her up and down on her fat dick.


"That's it," murmured the older woman in approval, kissing her daughter's neck, "Just like that, sweetheart..."


Nyla shuddered again, letting out a hiccuping cry of pleasure as another climax began to rage immediately after the last had ended. The girl's hips jerked uncontrollably in her mother's grip as she clenched her pelvic muscles and contracted her inner walls around the massive intruder stretching them so taut.


Her mother chuckled again, kissing along Nyla's throat and rubbing her tummy gently. The skin there had a slight bulge to it, just above the child's pubic mound from where the older woman's enormous penis had embedded itself deeply within her.


"It's okay, dear," soothed Peri, "I'm going to fill you right up!"


Nyla squealed and ground her hips backwards against her mother's crotch, trying desperately to get the thick shaft deeper inside her despite already having taken it fully to the root.


Peri moaned, and Kiran could actually see her nipples harden a little further, darkening in color as she approached orgasm. She lifted her daughter by the hips a few inches up her long pillar of meat before bringing her back down again, enjoying the feeling of the little girl's warm folds clenching around her cock with every stroke.


"Watch as I flood our daughter, Faroc, won't you?" gasped Peri to her husband behind Kiran.
Faroc moaned his agreement as he continued to drive his immense member in and out of Kiran's body.  He paused in his thrusts to watch.


Peri cried out in ecstasy and buried herself to the hilt inside Nyla.  Nyla's tail went straight and rigid, the fur floofing out in all directions as her pussy was suddenly filled with hot gel. It spurted in rapid pulses against her cervix, splashing against the back wall of her womb. Nyla's eyes rolled back in her head as she came again, feeling her insides fill with liquid warmth. She felt her belly swell a little as Peri unloaded what felt like buckets of cum directly into her womb, coating every inch of it inside and out with her seed.


Faroc grunted in lust at the sight as he watched his wife's thick semen spurt from their daughter's cute slit. The viscous white goo backwashed out of Nyla in rivers as Peri's pulsing phallus forced it outwards at a tremendous rate, drenching their daughter's crotch and inner thighs in copious amounts of bubbling sperm.The little girl writhed in her mother's grip, shuddering as her tummy distended further to make room for the enormous load filling her uterus.


The sight seemed to be all it took for Faroc to finish as well. He growled in pleasure, the low rumbling sound filling Kiran's ears as his father thrust one more time into him and buried himself hilt-deep in Kiran's twitching rosebud.  He snarled at the ceiling as his enormous testicles rose up, sliding from Kiran's thighs to snuggly against his buttocks...


And then he exploded with a howl of release, his huge scrotum clenching and pumping in spasms as jets of hot semen fired deep inside Kiran's rectum. Each pulse of his patre's cock was like a punch to Kiran's gut, and he whined and let his face fall flat into the rug as his father unloaded what felt like gallons of spunk into him. He shuddered and panted, drooling slightly onto the soft fur beneath him as he felt his belly rapidly fill up with his father's hot seed.


Faroc kept thrusting slowly, dragging his cock back and forth in and out of his son's tight hole as he continued to drain his huge balls completely. He moaned in satisfaction, his huge penis jerking repeatedly as it poured yet another deluge of white jizz into Kiran's body. The boy cried out and whimpered at the sensation, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt his insides become packed to the brim with sperm.


He felt a boiling, rumbling in his own loins, a rushing surge up his urethra.  Without touching himself even once, he orgasmed explosively, spurting rope after rope of pearly white cum all over the floor beneath him and covering his belly and chest in a thick, sticky web of sperm. His ears were ringing, his mind going blank from sheer ecstasy as he pumped a torrent of cum onto the fur rug below.


His entire world narrowed down to the surging of his penis.  He was a phallus with a boy attached to it, nothing more. Just a pumping, throbbing rod of flesh spewing out rope after rope of potent cum with each pulse of his beating heart.


"Pull out of him, dearest, I want to see you paint him," urged his mother breathlessly. Kiran blinked and looked up hazily, barely able to focus on his surroundings through the haze of bliss that had overtaken him.


His father grunted and obeyed, pulling his still-erect cock out of Kiran's well-used bottom with a slick sucking sound. He hissed as his hypersensitive glans was exposed to the cool air. A thick string of  semen was connected from his urethra to Kiran's stretched out hole, and his cock swayed heavily with each pump of fluid from his huge balls.


Faroc reached down and took his thick member in hand, squeezing it gently as he aimed it at Kiran's rear end. His thick foreskin rolled back as he stroked, exposing his pink mushroom-like crown.  Huge strands of white goo plastered Kiran's buttocks and lower back, running in rivulets down his thighs.


The older man grunted as another powerful jet of semen erupted from his throbbing prick, painting Kiran's tail and lower back white. Faroc kept stroking his titanic length, shuddering as he blasted Kiran's rump again and again with heavy shots of cum, saturating the younger boy with his seed.  It struck the back of his head, spilling into his mane of hair and running down his neck.  He moaned in bliss, feeling the sticky slime flow across his skin.


Minute after minute passed, the family locked in mutual climax. Faroc let out a low moan as the last volleys of his load were milked out of him, squirting weakly onto Kiran's back. Peri and Nyla were finishing up as well, shuddering together in a twin orgasm as the last traces of white semen drained out of Peri's massive phallus and Nyla's abused pussy.


They stayed like that for a few minutes more, bathing in the afterglow of their pleasure before Faroc finally leaned forward and kissed Kiran's ear, then rolled over onto the fur rug beside him. Peri smiled down at them fondly, holding Nyla still on her lap and stroking her daughter's hair gently.


This was a nightly occurrence in Kiran's family hut. Every evening after supper, they would strip and make love by the hearthfire. No one needed to talk about it or think about it. It was simply what happened.


Nyla rolled off of her mother's dick with a plop, a tidal wave of gooey white liquid pouring forth from her stretched-out vulva onto the fur rug.


"Wow, mommy! You musta splurt a gallon!" she panted, rubbing at her clitoris as aftershocks of pleasure made her pussy flutter and drool out a steady stream of cum.


"I think Patre gushed three times that..." moaned Kiran weakly, his penis still sticking straight up and spouting milky fluid six inches upward, to fall upon the swollen dome of his stomach in a wet splash.


"My goodness," laughed Peri, getting to her feet with Nyla cradled in her arms, "I have to put Nyla to bed, you two; try not to drown yourselves."


"I'll do my best," mumbled Faroc drowsily, watching Kiran's ongoing ejaculation in appreciation.  Peri scooped up the little five year old and carried her off to the other side of the hut.
Faroc glanced at his son and smiled gently, patting the boy's cock affectionately.


"Filia, I'm very proud of you.  No matter how your Teramanka goes tomorrow, know that I'm very proud of you. Okay?" he asked gently.


"Okay," nodded Kiran gratefully.


"Sleep now, son," said Faroc, stroking Kiran's long red hair, "Rest easy. You will need your strength for tomorrow."


Kiran nodded tiredly and laid back down on the rug, his dick continuing to drip little dribbles of sperm onto his belly.


⁂


Kiran didn't sleep.  At least not through the whole night.   He dozed for a few hours, just long enough for his parents to fall asleep.  Once he was sure they were out, his eyes opened.  


Tribefolk, as a rule, had spectacular night vision.  The pitch darkness presented little obstacle for the boy as he pushed his covers off and moved as silently as he could.  Stepping with only the balls of his feet, he carefully padded to the front door of the hut and slipped outside.


The village was quiet and peaceful under the moonless night sky. The wind rustled in the trees that grew through the center of the village and the campfires had all long since died down to glowing embers. All was quiet and calm, only the designated watch still walking the village paths.


Kiran moved with all the stealth he could muster, as often on all fours as on his legs to get through the village.  The village was built by the side of a small cliff, and a waterfall ran down from above.  Getting from his hut to the waterfall without coming across any of the adults was tricky beyond belief, but he HAD to get there before the moon reached its height.  Not because the light would make it harder to sneak around, but...


He leapt into a bush as an adult rounded a hut, holding a kansi in one hand and a torch in the other.  Unfortunately, the bush was a raspberry bush.


Kiran winced as the thorns poked and prodded him all over. His skin was tough enough that they didn't break the skin, but they did poke painfully. He gritted his teeth and endured the pokes in silence.


The adult walked on, oblivious to Kiran's presence.


...But not before grabbing a few berries and popping them into his mouth.


Once the watch had moved on, Kiran gave a sigh of relief and extricated himself from the raspberry bush. He winced, hoping his parents wouldn't notice the scratches the next day.
He dashed on, breaking off the path after he passed a couple more huts, cutting straight through the brush to get to the cliffside where the waterfall ran down from. He kept low to the ground, crawling along the base of the cliff until he reached the waterfall at last.


As he drew close, he could see that someone was already there.  A hooded, cloaked figure walking slowly and calmly towards the water.  Any Tribefolk would recognize the robes of a shaman.


Kiran slunk under some brush at the edge of the pool, watching the hooded figure with both anticipation and dread.


Shamans were Tribefolk who were gifted with spiritual talents. They were able to commune with the Spirits, the collective consciousness that encompassed all of nature. They could heal wounds, speak with the dead, summon lightning or fire from thin air, and more.  They were an immensely important part of the Tribelands culture.


They usually kept to themselves in the temples.  If they were out amongst the people, it could be a bit of an occasion. The villagers were cautious and respectful of them.  There was something... uncanny about shamans. Especially the more powerful ones. It was like they saw things differently from normal Tribefolk. Like they were more... aware.  The Tribefolk brought gifts and treated them with great deference.


Kiran couldn't believe his heartbeat wasn't causing the ground under him to shake.  He knew he was hidden from view.  This wasn't the first, or even fifth time he had done this.  Still, the fear of getting caught thrilled him.


The shaman approached the water's edge with measured steps. Their robes and cloak concealed their face and body entirely from view. Only a pale set of hands with long delicate fingers and painted nails emerged from the sleeves of the robes to hold up a bowl before them as they knelt down by the water's edge.


And then, with precise and delicate care, the shaman lifted the hood from her head.


Kiran's breath caught in his throat as it always did.  His penis was aching, hard enough to dig into the grass under him.


She was the most beautiful creature Kiran had ever seen. Long silver hair, smooth and sleek like a curtain of fine silk flowed from her head in cascading waves to pool around her slender body.


Her skin was porcelain smooth and flawless; as if it were carved from ivory by an expert sculptor. Her ears were silver-furred, tall and perked up.  Her eyes were the color of moonlight, deep and unfathomable pools of radiance that sparkled with life and curiosity. Her features were elegant and aristocratic; a gentle nose, high cheekbones, and full lips that curved into a serene smile as she turned to gaze at the waterfall, her long fluffy tail flicking gracefully behind her.


She was a child, but she could have been seven and just finished her Aramanka, or she could have been in her late twenties or early thirties and on the verge of starting puberty within a year.  It was impossible to tell with a face like that.


Then she shrugged the robes from her shoulders.


Forget the Spirits.  The object of Kiran's worship was her.  Her young, preadolescent form was revealed. Her chest was still flat and smooth, her arms and legs slender and nubile. She had only the faintest hint of budding breasts. Her nipples were pert and pink, the areolae about the size of a coin each. She was slender and petite; almost frail looking.


Her loins were smooth and hairless.  She was intersex, a ten-inch penis jutting straight out from her hips, just above her pussy. It was perfectly shaped, like it had been lovingly crafted by a master sculptor. It was ten inches long by Kiran's best estimate.  It was lightly veined, the purple ropy lines standing out against the light pink flesh. The very tip of her rosy glans was all that was visible under her alabaster foreskin, glistening with a tiny pearl of precum at its apex.


Below, her vulva was flawless and beautiful. Her labia were full and plump, soft and inviting. Her clitoris was just barely poking out from between her plump outer lips.  In the moonlight, her flesh practically gleamed with moisture as she sat in front of the pond, a strand of clear fluid connecting her crotch to the grass below.


For Kiran's part, the dirt under his hips was turning to mud, saturated with the continuous flood of precum spilling from his slit. It made a lewd squelch as his hips rocked back and forth on their own, humping nothing.


The shaman girl set the bowl in front of her and closed her eyes, folding her hands in prayer before her chest. As she prayed, the tip of her uncut shaft rose up. It swayed up and down, seemingly of its own accord, smacking her midsection wetly with each upstroke. She did not seem to notice or care about this, however, still praying with her eyes closed.


She suddenly shifted her hips forward a little bit, causing her phallus to point straight downward now towards the bowl she had placed between her knees. The tip drooled a thick line of precum that broke off and dropped heavily into the bowl..


Kiran held his breath as her penis pulsed visibly in midair. Once. Twice. And then, suddenly...
The ten-inch cock spurted powerfully with a splash into the bowl below. A thick rope of viscous white goo splattered into it with an audible GLURSH! The girl's body shuddered with ecstasy as the rest of her load followed this volley; an endless torrent of syrupy sperm spilling forth from her engorged urethra.


Without touching herself, even once; without showing even a sign of stimulation, her penis gushed with an enormous emission of cum in a single orgasmic pulse. Her glans twitched as she came, slinging sticky white cream into the bowl below at high speed.  She moaned in wanton ecstasy, shuddering as her pussy trembled and quivered.


The bowl filled quickly. The sheer volume of it caused it to overflow; white spunk flowing forth onto the grass and pooling beneath her feet.  The silver girl seemed to pay it little mind, moaning as her orgasm wracked her young body in waves of pleasure.


It must have lasted at least five minutes, though it felt like hours to Kiran. He watched with rapt fascination as the gorgeous child ejaculated. She gave a series of moans, each quieter than the last before she sagged slightly, sitting back on her haunches as her penis twitched and gushed one more time weakly into the bowl.


Her penis remained rock hard.  If anything, it was even harder and a little more swollen than it had been before her orgasm.  For that matter, Kiran didn't think he had ever seen her penis flaccid. Priapism was another common result of the Aramanka, so he would not have been surprised if it never softened.


Kiran held his breath, a surge of raw, unbearable arousal causing his groin to tighten.  The boy bit his lower lip with a fang, forcibly suppressing his lustful urges to avoid spilling his seed onto the forest floor. He gritted his teeth and endured it until the tightness in his groin finally ebbed a bit.


"To you, Spirits," she murmured, hefting the bowl up towards the moon and shining stars above them in devotion, "I give thanks for your blessing."


And then she lifted it up to her lips and started to drink greedily, gulping down big mouthfuls of the seed inside it in large swallows.


It was all Kiran could take. He moaned through his clenched teeth and gripped a nearby tree branch for dear life, holding back with all his might as his whole body shook violently. He failed. With a whimper of lust he surrendered to the wild torrent of pleasure.


Before it burst, he whipped his tail around and bit down on the fuzzy end, stifling his cries as his dick lurched, swelling to its full size once again.


His eyes rolled back in his head as a veritable torrent of cum erupted from his tip and sprayed onto the ground below with a splatter, soaking his fur instantly and mixing with the mud formed under him. He convulsed again, blasting another shot into the forest floor. He kept coming, his tail flexing in his mouth and muffling his loud cries. He was sure anyone around would hear them and come running if he didn't keep himself quiet.


He hadn't seen her do THIS before.  Then again, this was the best view he'd ever had of her... activities.  He had picked out this spot in advance as the best concealment with the best line of sight to the waterfall.


This was the sixth time he had spied on the Shaman.  She always came at the night of the Apex Moon.


The first time, he had been sleepless.  He was nursing a nasty bruise on his ribs from taking a beating at the hands of Andur and some of his friends. Avoiding questions from his parents about the bruises, he had found himself unable to sleep.


He had sneaked out of his family hut and gone to the waterfall with the intention of trying to soothe his injuries in the water. It was purely an accident that he stumbled across the girl.


As soon as he saw her, he had forgotten all about his pain.


She was beautiful, so beautiful he felt his heart leap in his chest as he stared at her from behind the bushes. He could barely breathe as he watched her masturbate. She took such delight in it, making no effort to hide it or stifle herself as she moaned in pleasure, each heavy throb of her cock producing a fountain of thick sperm that splashed into the water below in a huge torrent.


He had cum without touching himself, just as he was doing now.  But he hadn't just cum once. In fact, he had cum many, many times that night; every time she had.


He had ejaculated himself into a stupor and had missed that she had gotten up and left.  He had staggered home in a drunken daze, leaving quite the messy trail behind him that puzzled the adults.  


He had gone back the next night, and had been utterly crestfallen to find out she was not there.
But he kept going back, regardless.


Every night for a full lunar cycle. It became an obsession for him. He HAD to see her again.  The silver-haired girl was the object of his fascination, for reasons he had no ability to articulate. He just knew that seeing her was all that mattered to him anymore.


And then, on the Apex Moon night, she had returned.  Kiran had watched her from afar, obsessed with her like she was a Spirit incarnate.  Her otherworldly grace, her silvery glow, the beauty of her face and body... it was mesmerizing to him.


It only took him another week of disappointing no-shows after that to figure out that she only came to the waterfall on the night of the Apex Moon.  


Each time, his courage grew and he found hiding spots closer and closer to the girl.  His current spot was so close that his heart was pounding in terror that she might hear the thick, glutinous "GLURRRRSH" as his cum struck the ground below him again with another shuddering throb of his prick.


Thankfully, the noise of the waterfall seemed to cover up the obscene splattering noise. She didn't appear to have noticed it, as she lowered the bowl from her lips.  Her own semen had run down her chin, spilling over the flat expanse of her chest and dribbling over the soft white skin in gleaming strands that shimmered in the moonlight.


She took a deep breath and exhaled happily, placing the bowl back down beside her and looking up at the waterfall wistfully. Her tail flicked from side to side in contentment as she gazed up at the water cascading down from above.


"Spirits.  I am your loyal servant.  I'm still learning much," she murmured, a hand drifting down to below her penis, her fingertip caressing her clitoris slowly, "...But... I seek more than this.  I'm ahead of everyone else in my training.  I want to be tested... pushed further. I want to experience things... that I can't here."


Kiran wasn't sure if this was some kind of ritual or prayer or whatnot, but he listened intently regardless. He also tried to calm his breathing down, huffing through his nose as he kept his tail firmly clenched between his teeth.  His own orgasm was still raging, but petering out slowly as he involuntarily humped the ground below him with each new spurt of seed that escaped his twitching prick.


"Spirits. You who guide us all. You who gave us our bodies and our forms... please give me what I desire... even if it isn't what others would seek," she said, "Please help me find it."


She frowned slightly as she watched the water continue to gush from the rocks above, sending a cascade of shimmering droplets to fall upon the forest floor below. She sighed softly, dipping her feet in the cool water of the pond.


Kiran was holding his breath again, feeling another pulse of cum surge up his cock and splash onto the grass with an audible squelch. He bit his tongue as his penis throbbed again, urging himself to stay silent so he could hear the mysterious girl speak.


"I know I shouldn't ask... I know I should be grateful for what I have. But... it's not enough," she said in a hushed whisper, looking down at her still-hard member, "It's not enough for me. I want to feel more... I need more..."


The little boy blushed a little.  He felt guilty.  This was something private he was intruding on...
...Well, he KNEW it was something private to begin with; she wouldn't have been out here at this time of night alone, taking all the effort to sneak to the waterfall otherwise... but it was a different kind of private than he thought it was.  He picked himself up as quietly as he could muster, blushing deeply as his penis swayed and swung in front of him, dripping white slime onto the grass below.


Trying to recall everything he'd ever learned about hunting and moving with speed and stealth through the forest, Kiran began to slink away as silently as he could manage.


He made it three steps before tripping over a root and faceplanting in a three-inch-deep puddle of his own goo.


"Who's there?" called out the silver-haired girl with alarm, her ears perking up immediately at the sound of Kiran falling.


Rami's voice from earlier that day echoed in Kiran's ears with mocking amusement: "Like I said, you'd be a horrible hunter..."


Kiran did the only thing he could think to do.  He remained on all fours and scrambled off as fast as he could, claws digging into the muddy ground below for traction as he desperately fled through the bushes and back towards his hut.


He heard her give an angry shriek of surprise behind him, followed by splashing from the waterfall and a flurry of heavy footfalls dashing through the grass behind him.


"Stop!" shouted the silver girl, "Come back!"


Kiran ignored her as he sprinted for dear life, crashing through bushes and barrelling through thickets in his desperation to escape.


He dove headfirst through a berry bush and scrambled through a thicket of brambles, panicked.
The shaman staggered to a halt, panting as she watched a perfectly, delightfully round rear end followed by a swishing crimson-furred tail vanish into the underbrush.


"....Who was THAT?" she asked no one in particular, hands on her little hips in consternation.


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The next morning, Kiran grunted as he slowly returned to awareness.  There was a pit in his stomach.  Not only had he been caught by the silver-haired shaman girl... but today was his Teramanka, the day that determined what path in life he would take.


His parents were talking at the breakfast table, chatting about inconsequential things such as whether to get more blankets from their neighbors or if they should start sewing new ones instead. Kiran ate his breakfast silently, paying little mind to the conversation.


A sudden sharp kick to his shins made him flinch and glare at his sister, Nyla.


"Patre says you've gotta go see the chief now," said Nyla innocently, "She's waitin' for you."


"Ow," Kiran grumbled, rubbing his shin and glaring daggers at his little sister.  She responded by pulling an eyelid down, sticking out her tongue, and blowing raspberries at him.


Kiran rolled his eyes and sighed as he got up, leaving his food unfinished on the table. He supposed it was better to get it over with than sit around here agonizing over it any longer.
The boy padded through the village silently, ignoring the greeting nods and waves from his fellow Tribefolk. The usual cacophony of smells and sounds of a busy village assaulted him; cooking food, meat being smoked, aromatic spices from nearby huts, shouting and yelling as a few children played together in a large clearing. The sound of smiths hammering away at metal while the woodworkers carved out tools for fishing and hunting.


Kiran sighed and watched the children playing.  A few days ago, he'd been one of them.  Now he'd spend much of his day learning whatever job he was destined for after his tests were complete.


He grunted and headed towards the center of the village, where the tribal hall was. This was where all village affairs were settled, the hallow hall was large and spacious with multiple fire pits blazing during all hours of the day and night. The building was one of the oldest and most sacred places in the village; used by their ancestors for ceremonies dating back generations.


He hadn't even had a chance to set foot on the first step up to the entrance when a voice called.  He turned to see a boy rushing towards him, panting heavily.


The boy had dirty blonde hair cut midlength down to his neck. Good-natured blue eyes glittered above chubby cheeks in a face that leaned more cute than handsome.  He wasn't as lean as Rami or as feminine as Kiran.  He was more heavyset, a chubby boy with a little potbelly poking out and jiggling a little with every step.  His phallus was shockingly fat, as thick around as his forearm, a bulbous head as large as his own fist, and a pair of jiggling melon-sized balls nestled below it in a hairless, oversized sack. His frame was soft and plump, with a little bit of pudge around his midsection. Kiran's people had lithe physiques as a rule; he knew the boy was something of a curiosity among them, given his wide hips and thicker frame.


"Kiran!  Rami t-t-told me you're going in for y-your Teramanka!" stammered the boy, panting heavily as he whooped for air.


"Hello Dariel," said Kiran, trying to smile and failing with nerves.  


"I wanted to c-catch you before you went in to wish you luck!" said Dariel, smiling, his ears perked up and tail swishing, "M-Maybe if you're lucky, you'll be a farmer like me and w-we can work the fields together!"


Kiran managed a smile, but it was an awkward twisted thing. Kiran liked Dariel quite a lot, considering him part of his friend group.  The chubby boy may not have had his or Rami's athletic prowess, but he had a good heart and a fun sense of humor and a positive attitude that was infectious to those around him.


That said, his admiration of his more talented friends seemed to give him the wrong ideas sometimes.  Clearly, he had either no idea or had ignored the fact that Kiran was a legendary plant-murderer and couldn't keep grass alive, much less food crops.


"Uh... Yeah, maybe," Kiran hedged, trying to change the subject,, "I don't really know if..."


"I know you can do it! The Spirits are always w-with you, Kiran!" said Dariel enthusiastically, hugging Kiran around the waist tightly in a way that made him squirm a little in embarrassment.


"Alright! G-get off! You're embarrassing me!" snapped Kiran, trying to pry himself out of the enthusiastic boy's grip, "You're getting your sweat all over me!"
"Oops, sorry.... I...  I..." Dariel said, letting go and stepping back.  His face screwed up in an odd way, his cheeks turning pink.  His hips gave a little jerk forward.
"Oh, no, no, no!" yelped Kiran, "Aim away, over there!  Quick, not on me!!!"


Dariel's face was twisted in a grimace of pleasure and embarrassment as he hurriedly aimed his twitching dick at the ground away from Kiran. He clapped a hand over his mouth, suppressing a cry as his penis went from flaccid to fully erect in less than two seconds, jerking upward.  His hips gave a few automatic pumps before his dick spurted its first thick rope of sticky semen.


Kiran sighed, feeling his own soft flesh stir between his legs at the sight.  Dariel's Aramanka hadn't just given him an abnormally thick penis and huge testicles; it had given him the somewhat common condition of spermatorrhea. Like many other Tribefolk afflicted, he suffered random uncontrollable orgasms at random times throughout the day. They would happen at the drop of a hat; much like a sneeze. There was never a warning and Dariel simply had to endure them without warning.


Sure enough, the chubby boy was moaning in shuddering delight, his rear end flexing as his powerful shaft twitched repeatedly in his fist and launched hot ropes of white seed into the dirt below. The ground soaked it up quickly, turning from dirt to mud in a matter of seconds as the boy came like a fountain. He shot what had to be a solid gallon of semen over the course of a few minutes, all while crying out and wincing in both pleasure and humiliation as his hips bucked erratically on their own.


Kiran cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on his feet as he waited for his friend to finish up.
"S-sorry," groaned Dariel, finally slowing his output of cum and rubbing his eyes with his free hand as his cock gave one last weak squirt of cum into the mud below, "...This always happens at the worst times..."


"It's okay, it's nothing to be embarrassed about," soothed Kiran, patting him on the back lightly.




"Just... tell me how it goes. Okay? W-whatever happens?" Dariel said, biting his lower lip and looking away in shame.


"Sure. I will. Thanks," said Kiran, waving as he walked away with a little less confidence than he would have liked.


Kiran climbed the steps as Dariel apologized to an adult who had just stepped in the mess he made.  He sighed in amusement as he heard Dariel frantically try to explain what had happened in a panicky fluster as he was dragged off to help clean up the mess.


The tribal hall was impressive. The floors were stone rather than packed earth and had been smoothed over centuries by countless bare feet treading along them. The roof was a massive vaulted archway supported by wooden beams as thick as a man was tall. There were ten pillars along the walls made from enormous trees carved into curving spirals to support the weight of the ceiling high above.


The villagers referred to this place as "The Heart Of The Tribe" and it was one of the holiest places in their culture. As he walked through the immense doors, Kiran felt very small indeed, dwarfed by the immense columns and arches towering above him.


It was a vast empty space, with multiple fire pits to provide warmth for gatherings or celebrations. The central fire pit was ablaze and crackling. Flames roared high into the air, sparks dancing in the breeze that came through the open air hallow.


"Kiran, son of Faroc, young of Tribe Ro'Salm," came the Chief Elder's voice. Kiran flinched, so focused on taking in his surroundings that he'd failed to notice the old man sitting calmly on a bench near the fire pit with his arms folded placidly across his lap.


The elderly man was smiling kindly, his beard and hair completely white. The silver-furred ears perched atop his head were perked up attentively and his bushy tail waved slowly back and forth behind him. His dark grey eyes twinkled as he beckoned for Kiran to come forward with one long, delicate finger. His equine cock was fully erect, standing like a pink and brown mottled pillar, throbbing visibly in midair as precum dripped incessantly from its flared tip.


"Yes, sir," mumbled Kiran, walking forward quickly and standing in front of the ancient leader with his head bowed respectfully.


"Fret not, child," soothed the Chief Elder, "All will be well. There's nothing to fear from a Teramanka.  No need to get worked up."


Kiran blushed, imagining the nervousness on his face as he said, "No, sir..."


"Are you worried about what path your life will take?" he asked gently.


"Among other things, yeah..." admitted Kiran, "I'm... really not good at anything."


"It's..." the Chief Elder paused for a moment thoughtfully, choosing his words before continuing, "It's a misconception amongst the youth that the Teramanka locks you into a life path.  That once it determines you're talented as a farmer or weaver, that you MUST become a farmer or weaver.  It is just guidance from the Spirits.  It illuminates the path before you, but it is entirely your choice to step onto the path, or choose a different one."


Kiran nodded slowly, furrowing his brow thoughtfully as he considered this. He'd assumed exactly that; that the Teramanka would be his unbreakable destiny, not just a recommendation on what field of work he should pursue.


The Chief Elder grunted as he stood up, his phallus bobbing in the air between them as he did so.


"Ah... old joints. Get so stiff in this weather," he muttered, stretching out his back slowly.


Kiran remained silent, averting his eyes from the older man's erect shaft pointed directly at him.


"Come, this way," said the Chief Elder, pointing at another door that led deeper into the tribal hallow. Kiran reluctantly, but obediently followed after.


"The Teramanka can take anything from a few hours to several days," explained the old man, "It is somewhat similar to the Aramanka ritual, but more complex."


The hallow narrowed down into a single corridor here, torchlight illuminating a winding set of stone stairs leading downward. Kiran couldn't help but feel a little bit of unease at having to descend into darkness below; but he trusted his people implicitly and was certain they wouldn't be doing anything sinister to him.


"So... it's going to be just us?" asked Kiran anxiously.


"Oh, goodness, no," chuckled the Chief Elder, "I cannot.  I will help in beginning the ritual, but it is the job of the shamans to take care of you during the Teramanka."


"Oh... Okay..." mumbled Kiran, staring down at the stairs uncertainly. He swallowed a little nervously, looking up at the old man for reassurance.


The Chief Elder smiled gently and ruffled the top of Kiran's head affectionately with one hand. His fingernails scratched the boy's scalp pleasantly as he moved to stand behind Kiran and prod him forward.


"It's alright, you've nothing to be afraid of," soothed the Chief Elder kindly.


They reached the bottom of the stairs and found themselves in a round room. The room had five doors at regular intervals along its circumference, with a large central fire pit blazing with flames in the center of it all. Kiran could see the flames reflected in the polished stone floor, cast in rippling shadows on the walls around them. Several cloaked and hooded figures stood around the fire, conversing quietly in hushed tones among themselves.


As one they turned towards Kiran and the Chief Elder, stopping their discussion abruptly to face them.


"Shamans," greeted the Chief Elder with a polite nod. The four of them nodded back in silence.
Their faces were obscured by the darkness of their hoods. Their gender was impossible to determine from beneath their cloaks; though their hands were slender and delicate.


"Is this the one?" asked a husky, deep female voice from the tallest figure, her body completely concealed by the robes and cloak.


"This is the one. He is ready," confirmed the Chief Elder.


The tallest cloaked figure gave a brisk nod and with a flourish removed her hood, revealing her face.  She was a striking woman, middle-aged for a Tribefolk, with just the first hints of crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. She had piercing grey eyes, full lips, and a straight nose. Her pointed ears were pierced with a multitude of earrings, each of them glittering with gems and gold or silver in the flickering light from the fire pit in front of her. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail and flowed down her back to her waist.  Her tail swished out from under her cloak, swaying back and forth behind her almost impatiently.


"Kiran, son of Faroc, I am Esmira," said the tall shamaness with a nod to the boy, "I will be your guide for today."


Kiran was still admiring the shamaness' beautiful face when he realized that she was looking expectantly at him to return her greeting. He looked around blankly for a second before giving a mumbled "Hi".


"This is my first acolyte, Pelam," she said, gesturing to the tall figure to her right.  It lowered its hood, revealing a surprisingly friendly-looking male face. His eyes were bright yellow and had slitted pupils like a cat's, but otherwise his features were handsome and pleasant. He was clean-shaven with a well-trimmed goatee that Kiran envied. His hair was black as night, matching his ears and tail perfectly. His cock was straight and thick and rigid as steel in front of him. The hood had concealed the wet tip of it as it dripped copious amounts of fluid onto the polished stone below.


"This is my second acolyte, Itrus," Esmira said, gesturing to the cloaked figure beside him. This figure was slightly shorter than the two of them and revealed itself to be a young female Tribefolk girl.  She was in her early twenties, clearly having just started puberty, but her childish features were still evident on her face. Her small chest was covered up by her robes and cloak, but her erect penis jutted out proudly before her. Her features were young and girlish; her eyes wide and innocent-looking as she lowered her hood and smiled sweetly at Kiran. Her ears were adorned with rings and piercings, just like her shamaness mentor beside her.


"And finally, my chosen trainee and apprentice, Shayla," finished Esmira, gesturing to the figure on her left. The figure removed its hood to reveal itself to be another girl, around Kiran's age if he had to guess. Her hair was silver and flowing like silk as she let her hood fall away from her head, her hair falling down in silky waves to just below her shoulders.


...There was a moment where the entire world stood still and Kiran felt a tidal wave of conflicting arousal, awe, and utter, unbridled horror.


And then the shaman girl, Shayla's eyes took in his face.  The moment stretched to the breaking point....


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