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Lunaflame's Natura series, I decided to do my own take on it.  Hope you'll stick with me for a lot of big-cawked kitty boys and girls getting into adventure and mischief! >;3", "writing": "Any other time, Kiran might have been delighted and really enjoying himself to be pampered like this. He was unclothed and ritually bathed by the shaman disciples. Never mind that the water was icy cold; their hands were gentle and thorough in their cleansing of his body. They took care to scrub every inch of him; from his neck to his toes and back again, paying particular and special attention to his penis. This was particularly pleasant because none of them was shy about letting their fingers slide up and down his member for extended periods of time under the guise of washing him.\n\n\nHis hips rolled and he moaned involuntarily as Itrus' fingers circled his glans. She smirked up at him, rubbing his foreskin with an affectionate smile. Kiran wasn't sure if it was all just a part of the ritual, but he certainly didn't mind if it was. Pelam was taking his time rubbing soap into his rump, squeezing the pert cheeks firmly. Kiran was sure he would have splurted his thick goo by now, probably more than once with how they were treating him...\n\n\nIf Shayla wasn't staring at him, eye to eye, her hands rubbing soap into his chest dutifully. Her expression was studiously flat; her gaze never wavering from his face for even a second. He wasn't sure if she was trying to provoke his guilt (already quite sizable, and roiling in his stomach to be sure), or if there was something else going on in her head. That silver stare bored into him like an icy spike and made it quite hard to get off, despite the other acolyte's noble efforts to send him into ecstasy with their soft fingers.\n\n\nAfter her accusatory outburst, Shayla had been gently chastised by the senior Shamaness, asked for an explanation. To his relief, Shayla had said nothing other than that she recognized him from somewhere and had lost herself for a moment. But then the staring had begun and had not ceased the entire time. Kiran could swear that he could feel an actual physical pressure from it, like her eyes were physically pushing against him.\n\n\nFinally, Pelam and Itrus's fondling overwhelmed even the nervous guilt inside, and he felt his testicles rise up and tighten.\n\n\n\"Ah... I'm gonna... gonna...\" Kiran hissed through his teeth as the bubbly-sudsy fingers slid up and down his rigid rod, circling under his foreskin with fast, firm strokes. He imagined his spunk splattering across Shayla's front, and that only made the boiling, burning rush even more powerful as he gave a stifled moan, his dick flexing in Pelam's soapy grip.\n\n\nHis imagination was foiled as Shayla neatly sidestepped the enormous jet of milky fluid, sauntering over to the side of the bath to make herself busy with some of the supplies there. The glance she threw over her shoulder told him that avoiding his ejaculation was extremely intentional. The blush coloring her pale cheeks told him a bit more than she had intended, her eyes flicking from his face down to his erupting member in spite of herself. \n\n\nItrus pumped his pulsating, convulsing flesh with two soapy hands, aiming the fat glans at her open mouth. Kiran watched in awe as a spray of his seed perfectly arced between her lips, painting a glossy stripe of thick white cream along the pink tongue inside. She drank from him like he was a fountain, swallowing a massive mouthful of his pearly milk as she stroked him through his orgasm. His cock felt like it was trying to wrestle itself free from her grip, desperately surging against her hands as it fired powerful gushes of his spunk into her welcoming mouth.\n\n\nA tiny stream of semen dribbled from the corner of her lips as she moved in closer, pushing her tongue up against his shaft and slurping at the underside of his girth. He moaned, his next ejaculation flooding her mouth well past overflowing, sending rivers of white slime pouring down her chin and onto her small breasts. It soaked her front in white in moments, his shaft pulsing between her lips as she suckled loudly on his tip, urging more of his sperm from him with persistent licks of her tongue.\n\n\nKiran's tail flicked in time with his heavy spurts of semen. They seemed never-ending, and he was mesmerized by the way Itrus's throat worked in steady gulps to swallow every rope he fed her. Pelam reached around to massage his oversized testicles, rubbing them with just the tips of his fingers to keep from disturbing Itrus's eager cock-sucking. It was so intense that it verged on pain, his sensitive shaft making him wince whenever he felt it tense up to unleash another throb of cum into the young acolyte's waiting mouth.\n\n\nShe gave a muffled groan, forcing another loud swallow and pulling back with a wet smack of her lips. She smiled up at him adoringly, lifting a hand to stroke his tummy with gentle motions. It had bloated a bit from the sheer quantity of semen he was unloading into her stomach.\n\n\nFinally, his orgasm came to a close, and he sagged backward. Pelam caught him and eased him into the water. \n\n\nThings were blurry for a few minutes as the afterglow set in and Kiran was more than a little punch-drunk. He felt the acolytes working feverishly, scrubbing and working to clean his body from the mess he had just made of himself again.\n\n\nBy the time he came around, he was sitting by the edge of the recessed bath, blinking blearily as Itrus finished pouring water over his head to wash the soap out of his hair.\n\n\n\"There. All done. Now, apprentice Shayla will apply oils to your body, while we go help Shaman Esmira prepare,\" Pelam announced cheerfully. Shayla blinked and looked like she was about to protest... but managed to stop herself and literally bit her tongue. She nodded curtly, going to get an oil vessel from the supplies. \n\n\nThe elder acolytes left the room, Itrus stopping to wink at Kiran on the way out, a spatter of his white goo in her hair. Kiran barely noticed, as his eyes were on Shayla.\n\n\nShe brought the oil vessel over beside him and began to rub the liquid all over his body in slow, meticulous motions. It smelled strongly herbal, though Kiran couldn't place any of the individual scents in the bouquet of aromas. It was pleasantly cool as she worked it into his skin in small circles.\n\n\nHe feared she might use the opportunity to jab at him, to take revenge by making the oiling a painful, rough experience; but she was utterly professional instead. She maintained a completely flat expression as she moved around him, rubbing his shoulders and arms with care to spread the oil over him evenly.\n\n\n\"...So... um...\" Kiran began, unsure of what he was about to say. He had about twenty different potential things floating around his head to defuse the tension and apologize to the silver-haired girl.\n\n\nHe said none of them. Instead, he blurted out, \"So, how did you goosh all over without even touching yourself once?\"\n\n\nThe idiotically impulsive question that had spilled from his lips was met with a swift self-inflicted punishment as he slapped his forehead in absolute disgust at himself. It was a question he had, sure, but that wasn't exactly the way he had wanted to break the ice.\n\n\nShayla's expression slid rapidly through six different emotions so quickly that Kiran wasn't able to read them at all, before settling back into her professional, impassive mask.\n\n\nAnd to his immense shock, she answered, \"It's nothing special. Anyone can learn to do it. You rhythmically clench your pelvic floor, while engaging in very intense concentration and imagination. I just sit, calm myself, center my breathing, and then start clenching my cunny over and over again. Eventually, you'll give yourself the tinglies and splurties.\"\n\n\n\"....Uh... Really?\" Kiran asked. He tried it, grunting a little as he flexed his inner muscles in a way he didn't usually do. His penis bobbed up and down with each clench, but he did not feel any closer to an orgasm. Shayla rolled her eyes.\n\n\n\"It takes a little, and you're completely untrained. Also, it's harder for boys, because they don't use those muscles as much as girls do,\" she explained, \"Not impossible, just harder.\"\n\n\nKiran blushed and nodded, \"I... uh... I didn't mean to intrude on... um... whatever... Okay, no, I did mean to intrude, I just didn't realize you were doing something so... spirit-y. I thought you were just taking a bath or something.\"\n\n\nShayla met his eyes and he felt his heart skip a beat. Those pale grey irises locked on to his green ones with such force that he felt like she was physically knocking on the door to his soul. Her cheeks were tinged a little pink, but she met his gaze evenly.\n\n\n\"You know, I wasn't angry,\" she replied, \"I was going to ask you to join me.\"\n\n\n\"Uh...\" Kiran said, blinking in shock.\n\n\n\"The greatest act of worship to the Spirits is coupling and reaching mutual bliss together. If you hadn't scampered off into the thorn bushes (bet that hurt by the way) like a startled deer, I would have let you put THAT,\" she pointed at his penis, then pointed at her vulva, \"HERE, and thrust all you wanted.\"\n\n\nKiran swallowed and stared at her pussy. The puffy, hairless mound was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He felt his cock stiffen all over again at the sight.\n\n\n\"I... But... W-why?\" he managed to stammer out.\n\n\nShayla shrugged, \"It would have made my prayers all the more powerful. The Spirits would be more likely to hear them. I wasn't embarrassed. Mildly annoyed, maybe. But you're cute, and watching that butt as you ran away, I was hard as a rock.\"\n\n\nKiran was speechless, both because of what she was saying and how she was saying it. He never expected a Shaman to talk so... bluntly. Previous experience had him expect airy cryptic aphorisms, or mystical yammering about nature and the moon and stars or whatever... not... this.\n\n\nShayla turned her attention back to coating his back in oil, rubbing it in small circles around his lower back and spine.\n\n\n\"But, now you missed out. Who knows if you'll ever get a chance like what you ran out on again?\" she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice. Kiran blushed.\n\n\n\"...I am sorry,\" he said before admitting, \"I've been watching you for six Apex Moons.\"\n\n\n\"Really,\" she said flatly, sounding entirely unsurprised and uninterested.\n\n\n\"Yeah?\" Kiran replied weakly.\n\n\n\"I assumed if you did that once, you'd done it more than once,\" she said simply. Kiran didn't reply, unsure what to say. She came around to his front, beginning to rub the oils into his chest, her hands running in slow circles around his pectorals. Her silver tail swished back and forth sinuously as she slicked his nipples with her fingers delicately, sending a thrill straight to his groin.\n\n\n\"...Are you going to tell anyone?\" he asked nervously.\n\n\nShe met his gaze again, and this time her expression was... embarrassed?\n\n\n\"...No. Because I'd get in trouble more than you,\" she admitted, \"...I'm not supposed to be communing with Spirits unsupervised yet.\"\n\n\n\"Huh?\"\n\n\n\"We're... um...\" she said, sighing as she pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment, apparently deciding how much to divulge. After a moment, she continued, \"There are secrets in the Shaman brother and sisterhood that I'm not allowed to discuss with those outside. But as part of my training, I'm not supposed to commune with Spirits until I'm older. No longer an apprentice, but an acolyte.\"\n\n\n\"So... why were you communing with Spirits alone in the first place?\" Kiran asked in confusion.\n\n\n\"I...\" Shayla began again, but went silent, looking off to the side.\n\n\n\"...You don't hafta tell me if it's... like, secret or private or something...\" said Kiran, scratching behind his left ear awkwardly. Shayla gave a little huff.\n\n\n\"The Elders and Archcure think I'm a prodigy. And I am,\" said Shayla, returning to massaging oil into his skin, working lower and lower down his stomach, \"I'm the most talented and spiritually-aware child they've seen in three-hundred years, according to some. So much so, that I'm way better at what I do than they know.\"\n\n\n\"...I wish I were that good at anything other than fighting. Maybe my Teramanka wouldn't be so scary then,\" Kiran admitted. She glanced up at him, her expression softening a little in sympathy.\n\n\n\"I understand that,\" she said, a hint of a smile quirking her lips and sending a thrill down Kiran's spine, \"...But I'm being held back. They don't want to teach me the things I want to know until I'm older and wiser. I think I'm ready NOW. They want me to wait ten years.\"\n\n\n\"How old are you?\" asked Kiran, wincing as the words came out of her mouth. He didn't want to interrupt, but curiosity was killing him. After age 7, around their Aramanka, Tribefolk children stopped maturing in both body and mind until their mid-to-late twenties. The physical and mental differences between a seven-year-old and a 25-year-old child were nearly indistinguishable.\n\n\n\"16 summers,\" she replied. Kiran's heart gave a little leap; she was only a summer older than him. She continued as if she hadn't been interrupted, \"But I don't think I can be that patient. I have things I want to do, and the sooner the better. I want to be challenged, not spend my next decade in boredom learning things I already know.\"\n\n\nBy now, her hands were wrapped around Kiran's penis, spreading the oil down its length with gentle tugs and pulls. Kiran shuddered in delight as she made sure to rub every inch of the fat organ, making it slick and shiny with her ministrations. She was so matter-of-fact about it that he almost felt silly getting aroused by something so innocent, but couldn't help himself. He inhaled sharply as she stroked the underside of his head with just her fingertips, teasing the sensitive rim of his foreskin with slow circles.\n\n\nHe moaned involuntarily, arching his hips. His tail swished eagerly behind him and his ears flattened down on his head. She smirked at him, licking her lips briefly. Kiran blushed red, embarrassed by how shamelessly he was pushing himself up against her fingers. She didn't seem bothered, stroking his length slowly as she kept talking.\n\n\n\"I want to... I want to leave the Tribelands. See the ruins of Those Who Came Before. Learn about the history of our kind. Even face the Shadows and the Ferals, so that I can know my purpose,\" she said, stopping in mid-stroke, both of her delicate hands wrapped tight around his oily cock. Kiran grunted weakly, a bubbling font of precum leaking out of his slit and running down over her knuckles.\n\n\nKiran didn't know how to respond to that. Leaving the Tribelands wasn't exactly forbidden or anything, but it was usually considered a profoundly bad idea. Something that only the most skilled of scouts, rangers, or hunters would even consider; and even then, they would not stray too far from the borders.\n\n\n\"But...\" Shayla continued, moving to hold his balls in one hand, continuing to stroke him with the other, \"If I'm caught out alone in the wilderness unprepared... I'd be killed within a few days by Shadows or Ferals. So I've been practicing. Trying to commune with the Spirits for guidance on how to go about it and not die stupidly.\"\n\n\n\"And that's what I... nnnf... I saw you doing?\" asked Kiran, panting a little. Her hands were making the lewdest noises, utterly obscene squelches as she applied more oil. She seemed to only be paying a fraction of a hint of attention to what she was actually doing now; apparently having forgotten that she was in the middle of giving him a rubdown.\n\n\n\"Yes,\" she said, shrugging, \"I've been practicing for moons now. Trying to hone my powers and push past what the Elders say I'm capable of doing.\" \n\n\nHer touch became firmer and faster. Kiran gasped a little and looked down, seeing her slick hands slide up and down his engorged penis rapidly. Her grip was tight, applying pressure at all times to his sensitive shaft and rubbing his foreskin over the tip with every upstroke. His entire length was coated in a thick sheen of oil that made his cock glisten with each pass of her fingers. He realized he was thrusting into her grasp, humping her hands eagerly as he sought more stimulation. His hips were rolling of their own accord, making his cock bounce up and down as she worked his erection with an expert touch.\n\n\n\"Uh... Sh-Shayla... I'm gonna...\" Kiran warned, already feeling the ominous gurgling tension building in his oversized testicles. They were churning and contracting in her palm, swelling even bigger as his orgasm neared. The girl finally seemed to snap out of her daze, glancing down and registering what she was doing for the first time.\n\n\n\n\n\"O-Oh! Sorry!\" she yelped, pulling her hands away from his oily shaft suddenly. She blushed, clearly embarassed as his cock lurched violently, the glans swelling under the foreskin with each convulsion. Sloppy gushes of clear syrup spurted from his tip, splattering onto the floor loudly between them.\n\n\nSilence (other than the wet slap of precum on stone) stretched on. Kiran's face was pink with strained arousal and embarassment... and he was surprised to see a matching blush on Shayla's own pale cheeks. Her penis was twitching hard, pulsing visibly with her heartbeat and dribbling clear fluid in thin strings onto the floor as well.\n\n\nShayla took a deep breath and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.\n\n\n\"Sorry, I got a little carried away...\" she admitted, \"Lost track of what I was doing.\"\n\n\n\"It's okay... Just... I was gonna gush if you gave me even one more stroke...\" he panted, \"And then you'd hafta sit around until I stopped. I... uh... I always gush for a really long time.\"\n\n\n\"Because of your Aramanka?\" asked Shayla, not without a hint of curiosity.\n\n\n\"Uh-huh,\" Kiran confirmed, gritting his teeth as he tried to calm himself through sheer force of will. It was working... slowly.\n\n\n\"...Mine made my thingie permanently big and hard,\" Shayla said, gesturing to her own phallus. Indeed, Shayla's penis was standing completely erect. It throbbed visibly, bobbing a bit in midair as a constant stream of precum flowed from its tip, making a puddle on the ground.\n\n\n\"It doesn't ever go down?\" asked Kiran, curious.\n\n\n\"Not really, no. At most, it kinda goes half-limp, and a bit droopy, but it still sticks out all the time,\" admitted Shayla with a shrug, \"Even after I spurt my special milk, I'm still stiff as a rock.\"\n\n\n\"I've seen some others like that,\" Kiran said, \"I was even kinda jealous of it.\"\n\n\nShayla smirked, \"Yeah?\"\n\n\n\"Yeah. It's super neat,\" he admitted.\n\n\nShe smirked, then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was quick and fleeting, over before he could even blink. Then she pulled back, looking nervous all over again.\n\n\n\"Um...\" Shayla muttered, turning away hurriedly and fumbling with some of the supplies nearby, \"I'll... um... finish with the oil...\"\n\"O-okay,\" stammered Kiran, putting a hand to his mouth where she had kissed him. He hadn't had much in the way of romantic experiences, and certainly never from girls, but that was probably the best kiss he'd ever had.\n\n\nShe did not get the chance to continue. As she dropped down to begin rubbing oil into her thighs, Pelam and Itrus returned. They gave her a look after seeing the way Kiran was sweating, his face red with leftover arousal. She did not meet their gazes, merely putting a cork back in the oil vessel and assuming a look of utterly emotionless professionalism once more.\n\n\n\"Kiran, we're ready for you. Come with us, please,\" said Itrus with a pleasant smile.\n\n\nKiran nodded, climbing to his feet and following after the younger acolyte. He threw a glance over her shoulder at Shayla, but she was already setting things up again, ignoring him completely as she checked things and rechecked them.\n\n\n***\n\n\nThe other two acolytes led him through one of the doors leading out of the chamber. They went down a hallway to another room. This one was full of shadows and low light; only a few candles here and there offering any illumination. A large stone table was in the middle of the room, covered in a sheet, with a down-filled pillow at the head. There were pillows scattered about the floor, making for comfortable seating in a half-circle around the table.\n\n\nEsmira and the Chief Elder were already waiting for them, standing in front of a table. The Elder was groaning in pleasure, his horsecock lurching in his grip as thick white jets of fluid pumped out of the mottled length. He aimed the fat trumpet at a series of wooden bowls, each in turn as he pumped his penis vigorously.\n\n\nKiran watched in curious fascination as the old man moaned in pleasure, his huge leathery scrotum visibly clenching as he pumped his spunk into the bowls. As each bowl was filled most of the way, he would adjust his aim to the next, emptying himself into it in a series of violent spurts.\n\n\nBehind him, Esmira went from bowl to bowl, crooning softly in some language that the boy did not recognize. She lifted handfuls of brightly colored powder from a series of pouches, dropping them into the bowls, and stirring them into the semen. The pigments tinted the white goo a rainbow of colors.\n\n\nFinally, the Chief Elder sighed and let go of his cock, letting it bob in the air once more, still drooling steadily as his orgasm closed.\n\n\n\"Is that enough, Shamaness?\" he asked deferentially, huffing heavily.\n\n\n\"More than enough, thank you,\" Esmira replied, smiling.\n\n\n\"Good. I'm afraid that once you reach your early 100s, your stamina is not quite what it used to be,\" he chuckled in amusement, \"It's getting harder and harder for me to perform multiple times in a row without a substantial break between...\"\n\n\nHe sighed, squeezing his penis from sheath to medial ring, sending a weak surge of fluid oozing out.\n\n\n\"I have some herbs that might help with that,\" Esmira remarked with a smirk, \"Advanced age isn't an excuse.\"\n\n\n\"Oh, dear. We shall have to discuss that at some later date... For now...\" the Elder trailed off, as he took notice of Kiran.\n\n\n\"Kiran, come and lie down on the table. Make yourself as comfortable as possible,\" commanded Esmira, pointing to the stone table in the middle of the room.\n\n\n\"Um... You do know I'm here for my TERAmanka, not my ARAmanka, right?\" Kiran asked, frowning. This was all seeming incredibly familiar. He had been brought to this room before, a little over seven years ago, told to lie on the slab. He had been given an herbal draught, and put into a trance where he communed with the Spirits. He did not remember much of it, but he had awoken with his little three-inch shaft now a thirteen-inch log between his legs.\n\n\n\"Yes, dear. There is much similarity between the two,\" Esmira said patiently, \"But this is only the first step of your Teramanka. There's more to come afterwards. For now, climb onto the table.\"\nKiran complied, tucking his hands behind his head as he rested against the pillow. It was surprisingly soft and squishy and smelled strongly of sandalwood incense. \n\n\n\"Just relax. Try to stay as still as you can,\" instructed Esmira, her eyes twinkling kindly as she dipped her fingers into a bright blue mixture.\n\n\nShe began to apply the paint to his skin, painting lines and shapes on him. She was humming softly to herself as she worked, her voice a soothing, gentle drone in the background as the others watched. The warm, sticky liquid felt strange on his skin. Every so often, she would wipe her fingers clean, and then dip into a different color: vibrant red, grassy green, sunny yellow.\n\n\nThe shamaness painted intricate runes and glyphs all over his body from head to toe, pausing occasionally to dip her fingers back into another mixture for the proper color. Kiran blushed a little as he felt her fingers touch his penis, tracing the veins along its length with slow strokes as she worked the paint into his skin.\n\n\n\"Itrus, bring the draught,\" she instructed lightly. The younger acolyte stood up without a word, bringing over a wooden cup. She helped Kiran sit up a little and handed him the goblet. In it was a violently bright violet liquid.\n\n\n\"Drink,\" Esmira said simply.\n\n\n\"What is it?\" Kiran asked, more curious than nervous.\n\n\n\"You would not understand even if I explained it,\" Esmira said, \"And it is knowledge for Shamans to know only. All you need to know is that you must drink it to begin your Teramanka.\"\nKiran scowled. That wasn't helpful or reassuring. He sniffed at the contents of the cup cautiously. The scent was herbal, but otherwise somewhat nondescript and unfamiliar to him. He wrinkled his nose a little, and downed the entire thing in one fast gulp.\n\n\nThe taste was again, herbal and grassy, but otherwise not anything he could have described in any decent terminology. It was not exactly pleasant, but not overly offensive either; a bit metallic at the finish. It tingled in his mouth for a second before vanishing as he swallowed it. He winced, but kept it down; handing the empty goblet back to Itrus.\n\n\n\"There. Now you can lie back again,\" said Esmira warmly.\n\n\nKiran watched as she puttered around at the shelf, then walked back towards the shelf. She was carrying a couple of odd objects. First, a small ceramic cup of some acrid-smelling fluid. She placed it in a wire holder hanging off to the side of the slab. With a flint and steel, she sparked over the cup, and Kiran was surprised to see the fluid ignite immediately, with no smoke. \n\n\nShe lifted a sparkling dome of faceted crystal, affixing it to the stand over the flame. The light began to shine through the crystals, scattering the illumination across the ceiling in dazzling, dancing lights as it refracted through the gem. Kiran watched the colors shift from reds and oranges to greens, blues and purples. They swirled about in a kaleidoscopic dance, spinning slowly around him as they twirled through the room. He felt oddly confused, a growing fuzziness clouding his mind. His eyes began to feel heavy and unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling.\nThe shamans were chanting, singing in harmony, their voices rising and falling as their songs filled the room. He found it difficult to concentrate on what they were saying, his brain felt sluggish, his eyelids were beginning to droop shut.\n\n\nKiran tried to focus on what was being said. It was an unfamiliar song, but one he could not help but find compelling. He listened intently to the lyrics, trying to remember every word as best as he could, straining to hear the song over the sound of his own heartbeat. The song was in a strange, unknown tongue, and it seemed to echo in his head much longer than it did in his ears.\n\n\nThe little boy's oiled, rock hard cock pulsed and jerked between his legs as he laid on his back on the table. It throbbed in rhythm with the shamans' voices. It pulsated along with their singing and the lights, the colorful display of dazzling beams shifting and dancing across the ceiling in perfect time with his heartbeat and their voices. His head swam, and he felt the warm spatters of precum land on his chest and stomach. The thick, slippery fluid oozed down his side in a lazy trickle.\n\n\nHis eyes were wide, but he saw nothing of what was going on around him. Instead, the entire world had gone blank, leaving nothing for Kiran to perceive except the dazzling display of light above and the distant, lilting chants of the shamans as they sang. Their words became indistinct, slurred, distorted in his mind. They blended into each other, echoing and repeating in his mind endlessly, filling his ears until all he knew was the music.\n\n\nHe didn't know how long it went on. He felt like he was floating, drifting aimlessly, like he was asleep, but awake. He wasn't even sure he existed. Time seemed to stretch and contract around him, his mind drifting in a haze of ecstasy as the shaman's chanting went on.\n\n\nAnd the world faded away in whirls of color...\n\n\n***\nKiran didn't exactly awaken. It was more like just a sudden realization of awareness and sense of self. He opened his eyes and looked around in disoriented confusion. His surroundings had shifted and he was standing... somewhere. \n\n\nIt was hard to say it was a \"place\" exactly. More like a total lack of place, a nothingness all around him. Not darkness, but nothing. He turned this way and that in the endless emptiness. It was like a great grey void stretched out in every direction, the only feature of which was himself standing upon nothing. There was neither sound nor smell, and the light seemed to have no source or direction. The air felt thick and viscous. It was like being underwater.\n\n\nHe felt no fear or anxiety, however. In fact, the strange void felt almost welcoming. He felt safe here. This place was his own, his to claim and make his.\n\n\nKiran frowned in consternation and sat down. He needed to figure out where he was. Why he was there.\n\n\n\"He comes to us seeking purpose,\" a soft, young feminine voice spoke, making Kiran flinch and yelp, his tail floofing out. He wheeled around, but there was no one there.\n\n\n\"He has many questions. But none of them are the right questions,\" said a second voice, equally young, but male this time. Kiran turned towards that one as well, and found nothing there.\n\n\n\"Where am I?\" Kiran asked.\n\n\n\"One of many wrong questions,\" said the first girlish voice, \"He is here. He is not here. He is in between. Neither one place nor the other. He is within and without.\"\n\n\n\"...Uh. That didn't help me at all,\" Kiran grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.\n\"It was the wrong question,\" said the male voice, a hint of amusement in its tone, \"He is seeking the wrong answers. He should ask better questions.\"\n\n\n\"Then what's the right question?\" asked Kiran in exasperation. He felt like this was a riddle he was never going to figure out. He had no idea how to answer this sort of thing. Kiran whirled about, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from. There was still nothing, but as he focused on listening, the source of the voices seemed to shift around in the air, like they were dancing about him just beyond the corner of his vision. He tried to follow, but couldn't keep up, the disembodied voices giggling at his fruitless attempts to find them.\n\n\n\"You're Spirits... right?\" Kiran asked.\n\n\n\"Envoys of such, yes,\" the girl's voice replied. \n\n\n\"Wow. A straight answer. Did it hurt to give that?\" Kiran asked, annoyed.\n\n\n\"Sarcasm and bitterness is unbecoming of him,\" said the male voice, with more apparent amusement, \"But it will not deter us.\"\n\n\n\"What is the purpose of your arrival here, boy?\" asked the girl, her voice light and teasing, \"What brings you before the eyes of the Envoys?\"\n\n\n\"Uh... Um...\" Kiran said, trying to come up with a way to answer. He felt like he should have been given a speech to read or a script to follow, but nobody had told him what he was supposed to do. He tried to remember all of his Shaman training, but couldn't come up with anything useful.\n\n\n\"Your life, your purpose,\" the boy's voice whispered into his ears, sending a shiver up Kiran's spine, \"You seek to understand yourself, and how to serve your tribe and your kind. But you do not know what path to take. You are no hunter. You are no farmer.\"\n\n\n\"You are no fisher or weaver or smith or consort,\" the girl's voice hissed, and Kiran's penis twitched involuntarily, bobbing up and down in excitement.\n\n\n\"He is pathless,\" said the boy.\n\n\n\"I can fight,\" Kiran retorted, irritated.\n\n\n\"Indeed. He CAN fight. In fact, he has the power to fight like no other in the history of his kind. But that does not give him a purpose,\" the girl said. Kiran thought he detected a bit of mocking in her voice, like she was amused by his defiance. But she continued, \"There is something in the darkness that will bring death to his kin, death to his people.\"\n\n\n\"Wait, what was that?\" Kiran asked, frowning, unsure he heard correctly. However, the Spirits did not seem keen to elaborate.\n\n\nInstead, the boy's voice sang: \"Light and dark. Male and female. Body and mind. All are opposites in the eternal dance, forever intertwined. Opposites are the source of all life. Opposites are what gives life purpose. Without one, the other is meaningless. Without day, there can be no night. Without love, there is no hate. And so it is that balance must always be maintained.\"\n\n\n\"What does that have to do with me?\" Kiran growled, getting more fed up with cryptic nonsense.\n\n\n\"He forgets his basic lessons about the spiritual power within,\" remarked the girl, openly laughing. Kiran couldn't help but be reminded of Shayla's similar chuckling at him earlier in the day. The thought made his face flush and his dick throb, a wet dollop of pre spilling out to splatter onto the nothingness. It did not remain there; instead, it simply faded and vanished as if absorbed into the emptiness itself.\n\n\nThere was a shimmering as pure darkness and a rainbow of sparkling lights swirled together, taking form before Kiran. They were Tribefolk, young ones, about his age; but they appeared to be made from star-filled night sky, swirling with nebulae and glittering points of light. Their eyes were shining, whirling lights that seemed to draw Kiran's gaze. They were utterly nude, their hairless genitalia proudly displayed to him. \n\n\nIt took Kiran a few moments to realize their bodies were reflections of his own. The boy was exactly his shape, the facial features an identical copy, the penis a mirror image of his own huge, erect tool. The girl was a feminine reflection of himself as well; the same height, but her features were softer, her body just slightly curved differently, and the testicles were absent, a vagina in its place. He blushed, feeling a little violated by these spirits using his form to manifest in this void. It felt deeply personal in a way he did not understand.\n\n\nThe two moved with sinuous grace, their tails swishing back and forth in perfect unison, the dark forms shifting as they moved, as if their skin was merely an open window into a distant cosmos. Their hair billowed out in an unseen breeze, the long locks shimmering with iridescence as they flowed about their bodies like a halo.\n\n\n\"His body is a balance of masculine and feminine energy, his spirit is a blend of light and shadow,\" the girl said. Her voice was no longer disembodied. Kiran jumped, his heart racing and cock pulsing. The fluid was oozing out in constant spurts now. The boy continued as she stepped towards him, reaching out and stroking his chest. The contact sent a ripple through him, a tingle running up and down his spine as a chill of pleasure spread out through his entire body.\n\n\nThe boy slinked behind Kiran, running his hands up and down the boy's back, even as the girl ran her fingers down to stroke his cock. Kiran gasped as the girl's fingers encircled his shaft, pumping up and down slowly. His tail twitched and flicked back and forth, and he whimpered softly at her gentle, sensual touches. He was already leaking a steady flow of precum from the tip, his cock jerking in time with the beat of his heart.\n\n\n\"He should stop thinking too hard. The answers he wants are coming sooner than he would wish,\" the boy purred in his ear, his own hot, stiff prick rubbing up against the small of Kiran's back.\n\n\n\"Let him go where his body will guide him,\" said the girl. Kiran groaned as she gripped his cock in both hands and started stroking faster and faster, squeezing harder, her fingers working their way up and down the length. He shuddered and moaned, unable to keep from bucking his hips as she pumped him. The boy behind him stroked his shoulders, reaching around to fondle Kiran's chest, pinching and tweaking his nipples until they were swollen and throbbing.\n\n\n\"He has many choices to make, but his choices must not be rushed,\" said the boy, nuzzling at the nape of Kiran's neck, his breath tickling the downy hair, making it stand on end, \"Let his mind wander free and let his body take control.\"\n\n\nThe girl smirked, pumping his dick faster, her eyes locked onto Kiran's face. She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, making him gasp. She tongued his glans, the rough feline surface rasping against his tender flesh, before sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his dick, her lips sliding down his shaft, and she moaned, her eyes closing as she began to suckle on his cock, bobbing up and down quickly.\n\n\nThe girl smirked, pumping his dick faster, her eyes locked onto Kiran's face. She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, making him gasp. She tongued his glans, the rough feline surface rasping against his tender flesh, before sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his dick, her lips sliding down his shaft, and she moaned, her eyes closing as she began to suckle on his cock, bobbing up and down quickly.\nThe boy massaged Kiran's glutes, rocking back and forth so his penis dragged along his spine. Kiran was lost in sensation, his mind completely blank except for the intense pleasure radiating out from his groin. He whimpered softly, thrusting into the girl's warm, wet mouth. She took him to the hilt with shocking ease, his balls bouncing off her chin.\n\"He has a great deal to learn, and he needs to embrace his nature,\" whispered the boy in his ear, his voice low and seductive, his tongue snaking out to flick across the furry point of Kiran's ear. The Boy's hand reached around Kiran's hip, cupping his heavy scrotum, fondling his balls as he thrust into the Girl's eager throat. Kiran was shaking with pleasure, the stimulation on both ends driving him crazy, and his orgasm was quickly approaching. He was close, so very, very close. His legs trembled, his knees going weak, his whole body shaking and quivering as he neared his peak.\n\"He is going to lose himself in the divine ecstasy. This should help him learn...\" the Boy murmured.\n\"Indeed. Given how the Shaman Shayla worked him up, this should be a big one too...\" said the Girl. Kiran momentarily wondered how the Girl was speaking when his cock was currently buried completely down her throat, her lips pressed against his pubic mound.\n\"Ah!\" Kiran cried out as he reached the peak of his ecstasy, his body tensing as he exploded in a massive surge of cum. The Girl kept her lips locked tight around the base of his dick, her throat milking his spurting organ. Thick ropes of seed shot down her gullet and splattered into her belly, the first blast so forceful and loud that Kiran thought it might actually hurt. His eyes rolled back, and he saw stars in his mind as the waves of bliss crashed over him. The Girl was swallowing frantically, gulping down his spunk as he continued to fire into her mouth, his cock pulsing with each spurt.\nThe Boy chuckled and kissed along Kiran's neck, nibbling lightly at the flesh. Kiran groaned in pleasure, his balls still clenched as they emptied their load down the Girl's throat. He was shooting for nearly twenty minutes, and the entire time, the Boy was licking and biting his neck and shoulders while the Girl drank every last drop of his ejaculate.\nAs the torrent began to slow, the Boy was the only thing keeping Kiran on his feet, hooking his arms under the boy's armpits to hold him upright. Finally, Kiran slumped in his grip, exhausted from his explosive climax, and the Girl pulled off with an obscene slurp. She wiped her chin with her hand, smiling in triumph at her partner. Despite the gallons she had swallowed without once stopping for breath, a feat that no one had ever even attempted in Kiran's memory, her stomach was as flat as it had been before. She should have been bloated out like a waterskin, not to mention that there should have been plenty leaking out the corners of her lips or down her chin.\n\"He is potent. Not just virile. Exceptional in his spiritual essence,\" said the Girl, \"But he has yet to awaken to his fullness.\"\n\"Perhaps it will take another round to do the job?\" suggested the Boy, almost idly. Kiran couldn't believe his fluffy ears. They wanted him to go again after THAT? He was barely conscious... sort of. He wasn't really sure what consciousness implied in this odd astral void.\n\"I believe so. But he might require a little persuasion to rise to the occasion,\" remarked the Girl, prodding at his cock, which was slowly drooping after that orgasmic explosion.\nThe Girl met his gaze, the blazing light where her eyes should have been captivating him. And the Boy leaned in and whispered... something. It wasn't words. Kiran wasn't even entirely sure it were sounds that the Boy made. It was like an idea that bypassed the mind and went straight into his core. A command, or an enticement. He didn't understand what it meant, or what it did. But he could feel it, and it made him... hungry. Ravenous for pleasure, and aching with lust.\nHe felt a sudden, powerful surge of arousal. His cock swelled up and throbbed, stiffening almost painfully. It was like he'd been given a dose of an aphrodisiac, his desire burning hotter and brighter than before. Kiran groaned, his head lolling back as his dick began to ache. He needed more. He craved release. The need was overwhelming, consuming him with a fiery intensity.\nEverything Kiran had been, all the thoughts, questions, confusion, worry, annoyance, even his identity... all of it shattered and crumbled in that instant. What remained was not Kiran. He had no name. No past or future. No self or ego. He had no existence except as a creature of desire, want, and lust. There was nothing to him beyond the primal urges of the body.\nThe Girl stood before him, her pussy glistening wet and ready. The Boy released him from his embrace, and the Girl turned around, facing away, and bent over at the waist, her hands resting on the non-existent ground beneath them. Her tail lifted out of the way to display her wet slit.\n\"Come to me, boy,\" the Girl said. Kiran growled and stepped forward, his dick throbbing hard and ready to bury itself deep into her core. He gripped her hips, his claws digging into the skin. Kiran didn't hesitate, he didn't pause to consider, he simply obeyed her commands. He pushed his cockhead against her puffy labia and thrust into her depths without a second thought, hilting his entire cock inside of her in a single plunge.\nShe was incredibly hot inside, her inner walls clenching tightly on his invading member, and he gasped at the incredible heat. Her insides were smooth and tight, rippling and squeezing him in all the right ways. Her slick folds welcomed him as he plunged deeper, her walls gripping him firmly, squeezing and sucking him in deeper.\nHe started to thrust, pulling back and then slamming in hard. She moaned in delight, pushing back to meet each of his strokes, her pussy clinging to his shaft, gripping and milking him. Kiran's hips were moving at a steady, pounding pace, the Girl's slick tunnel welcoming him into her depths with a greedy suction. Her own cock hung beneath her, slapping up against her stomach as he pounded into her.\nKiran snarled, his green eyes narrowing to slits. He wanted more, he NEEDED more. He increased his pace, driving into her harder and harder, his heavy nuts swinging wildly between his legs as they slapped against her clit.\nAnd then something prodded his rear entrance. Hot, throbbing, dribbling copious wetness to ease its entrance. The Boy. He was pushing against him from behind, and in his lust-crazed haze, Kiran had no resistance. In fact, the Boy's penetration of him only heightened the intensity of the moment. The thick, hot shaft filled him completely, stretching him to the limit. He cried out in ecstasy as it drove in deeper and deeper, his insides being stretched to accommodate its length. Kiran couldn't think anymore. All he knew was pleasure, all he could do was thrust. His whole existence centered around his dick and the pulsing length inside of his tailhole.\nHe shuddered as the Boy's thick length slammed into his depths. The Girl was moaning beneath him as well, her tight passage squeezing down on his cock, milking it as she writhed beneath him.\n\"Ah! Ah!\" the Girl yelped, shuddering, \"We might have... overdone it... a little! He is a lot... nnnnh!... a lot to take in...!\"\n\"His friends are lucky to have him,\" grunted the Boy, \"They do not... realize what... they have... yet.\"\nThey kept pounding into Kiran, the two of them thrusting and bucking against him with a steady, unyielding rhythm. They were pushing into him from either side, the Girl's pussy squeezing down on his dick while the Boy's penis plunged in and out of his tight tailhole. Kiran went back and forth between grunting and snarling like an animal, and moaning and sobbing girlishly. His mind was completely blank, his entire body was a mass of pleasure.\nThe Girl somehow managed to brace herself against the mindless child's assault enough that she could reach down and grip her phallus, pumping the foreskin up and down over the head. Her black, star-filled form shimmered with a rainbow of light, her hips jerking erratically as her moans rose in volume.\nThe Boy's weight shifted against Kiran's back as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Kiran's chest to pull the two of them closer together, the Boy's chin resting atop Kiran's shoulder, and their tails twined and tangled together. His balls were slapping loudly against the back of Kiran's testicles, the Boy's panting hot in Kiran's feline ear.\nKiran drew as much pleasure from the penis in his rear as he did from his cock buried in the Girl's clenching depths. While all members of the Tribefolk liked both boys and girls, many had preferences one way or another. Kiran, however, loved both with a passion that could not be contained by mere words. And having a thick, hard dick penetrating him was every bit as satisfying and bliss-inducing as sinking his cock to the root into a wet and willing hole.\nKiran growled like an animal, his green pupils narrowed to slits as he drove faster, frenziedly hammering his hips against the Girl's shapely bottom, her firm buttocks bouncing with each impact of his pelvis against hers. His heavy balls were swinging wildly, slapping lewdly against her thighs and clitoris. The Boy matched him, slamming into his tailhole in perfect rhythm, pounding him with powerful strokes, driving his dick deep inside Kiran.\nKiran let out an animalistic growl and began to slam into the Girl with wild abandon, his cock pulsating and throbbing inside her, her walls clenching down tightly around him. He reached down to grip her hips with both hands, his claws digging into her skin, drawing beads of glittering starlight from her midnight-black flesh. He was thrusting furiously, his hips a blur, frothing at the mouth.\n\"He is awakening. Feel the surge of ki-rei... It is almost time....\" panted the Boy.\n\"He is almost ready... but he still needs... ah! A little... more...\" groaned the Girl, \"Your essence should provide the final spark. Release!\"\n\"As you... command... Ah! Ah! Ahhh!\" moaned the Boy, hugging Kiran tight as his hips began to shudder. Kiran could feel his insides swelling up as the thick rod of flesh embedded within him expanded. His eyes bulged, his mouth hung open in a silent scream as he felt the Boy's penis throb and pulse deep within him.\nThen the floodgates opened and a gushing river of sperm spurted from the Boy's throbbing penis, filling his insides with the boiling torrent of hot, creamy cum. It gushed out in powerful jets, blasting into him. Kiran felt a strange sense of satisfaction, of fulfillment at having a hot load poured into him, and that satisfaction, combined with the stimulation to his already sensitive insides, was enough to push him over the edge.\nKiran's orgasm was supernatural, quite literally. His own howl was echoed in his ears as an impossibly loud rumbling that reverberated throughout the entirety of the astral void. It was as though all the spiritual power in the cosmos were channeled into his cock. He erupted like a volcano inside the Girl. He convulsed from head to toe like he was being electrocuted, and a fountain of thick, sticky fluid blasted out of him. The Girl screamed, the sound echoing throughout the cosmos.\nKiran's eyes rolled back in his skull and he shuddered, his hips jerking and spasming, pumping his load deep inside of the Girl. His cock was a veritable firehose, and he could feel her womb expanding as his semen gushed out of him in an unrelenting flood of liquid heat, filling her up, bloating out her stomach. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and her mouth fell open, a guttural cry escaping from her throat. Kiran's orgasm was a continuous flow rather than individual spurts, a never-ending eruption. His whole body convulsed and shivered with each pulse, his legs shaking violently.\nThe girl yowled like a kitten, arching her back as her hips jerked, bucking and writhing against the overwhelming torrent. Her phallus gave a violent lurch... and what looked like a stream of molten starlight shot out, the fluid glowing like liquid starfire. Her essence spurted in great gushes, splattering all over the ground and running in rivulets of glowing light that swirled and shimmered. Her eyes glowed with even brighter light, and she writhed and cried out incoherently, her body trembling.\nThe Boy overflowed Kiran, sending liquid starshine running down his thighs in thick streams of gooey white. He held tight to Kiran as he came, the smaller male sandwiched between two squirming, shivering bodies.\nAs the Girl's belly grew round and swollen from Kiran's load,his eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped forward, his hips still jerking and twitching as his cock continued to spurt its essence into her depths, filling her up even further. His entire body trembled and jerked like he was having a seizure, his limbs going slack as he passed out.\nThe pleasure still wracked him even in his unconsciousness, and the Boy held onto him as Kiran twitched, shuddered, and spurted, the flood of his essence continuing unabated into the Girl. She was moaning in ecstasy as she was pumped full of his thick cream.\nBut even in unconsciousness, his body had a mind of its own, still bucking into her depths, the spasms of his climax showing no signs of slowing. His muscles jerked, his hips jerked, his entire body was wracked by tremors of pleasure. Even without any will of his own behind the act, his hips were thrusting back against the Boy, and he could feel the hot shaft of the Spirit penetrating him even deeper, the throbbing cock sending fresh torrents of semen pouring out of the Boy and deep into Kiran's depths.\nThe world faded away into nothingness, leaving Kiran lost and adrift in an empty void, floating aimlessly, drifting without purpose.\n***\nKiran moaned, his body still in orgasm, still convulsing. A pair of soft, gentle hands were around his penis, pumping it in time with his spasms, squeezing the thick organ. It was still spewing thick white globs of cum with every throb. His balls were heavy, aching and throbbing, but his cock was slowly beginning to deflate.\nHe opened his eyes to find himself laying on his back, his head resting in the Girl's lap. She stroked his hair tenderly, while the Boy sat down next to him, milking his massive tool with slow, rhythmic strokes. His eyes were closed in concentration, his brow furrowed.\n\"We are sorry...\" said the Girl softly, \"To go from such pleasure to what awaits him when he awakens...\"\n\"It is a cruelty that no one deserves, least of all, him,\" the Boy agreed. There was regret in his tone. As if the two of them had done something they did not wish.\n\"Whu?\" Kiran slurred, trying to make sense of what they were saying. He couldn't think. Couldn't focus. His whole world was just his pulsing cock, spurting thick white globs of semen, making an utter mess of the ground. There was an entire lake of his essence, splattered everywhere. It had pooled into an ankle-deep pond.\n\"We have done what we needed to do, however, so it will have to do. When he wakes up... he should be prepared. But the real challenge lies ahead of him,\" said the Boy. The last dribbles of cum leaked out of Kiran, and his body went slack, utterly limp.\n\"I'm... confused...\" Kiran muttered.\n\"You will understand soon enough. But for now... sleep...\" the Girl said, and her hands stroked through his hair.\nHe could feel himself drifting off, the warmth of sleep coming over him, but the last thing he heard was their voices...\n\"I'm sorry, Kiran...\"\n\"Forgive us, for what must be...\"\n***\nWhen Kiran finally awoke, he felt like he had been asleep for days. And he was STILL in orgasm, his cock violently twitching as it fired thick, white globs of semen into the air. His whole body jerked with the force of the spasms, the thick, gooey ropes splattering all around him.\nHis balls felt heavy, swollen with unspent seed. His cock was painfully hard and throbbing. The air was heavy and humid, like he had been in a sauna for hours. His skin glistened with sweat, and he was drenched with the thick, gooey mess of his own cum.\nThe air was filled with the slightly salty, musky scent of his semen... and blood. Lots of blood. And even more than his own moans and the spatter of fluid...\nThere were screams. Horror and pain. Agony and terror.\n\"Hold the door! Don't let it get in! The Shadowbeasts are dying off! The Ferals are running! Hold for just a little longer!\" shouted Esmira. A hideous roar, high-pitched and screeching, like an eagle, sounded outside the door, and then the door shuddered with a tremendous impact, as if struck by a giant's warhammer. \nOne of the shamans lay on the floor, twitching as a puddle of crimson spread out from under him, his eyes wide and empty. Pelam was clearly dead. Kiran gasped as the door shuddered and a massive segmented black leg pierced through, as sharp as a needle, and as thick as Kiran's forearm. He saw that it was segmented and chitinous, covered in thick black plates of armor.\nEven as he watched, the leg began to dissolve, melting into something that wasn't quite smoke, but wasn't quite ooze either. It rotted away before Kiran's horrified gaze. And the hole where it had penetrated was beginning to smolder and smoke, like a fire was starting on the other side.\nThe other Tribespeople were pressed to the walls, holding weapons in shaking hands, fear and uncertainty writ in their eyes.\n\"Wha-What's going on?\" Kiran asked, trying to sit up. He was still dizzy, his body shaking and weak.\n\"Stay down, Kiran,\" barked the Chief Elder, pushing him off the side of the stone table to land with a painful thud on his side behind it, \"It's almost over!\"\nKiran lay on the ground, trembling. He couldn't make sense of what was happening. He'd been so certain he would wake up after his ritual, back at home, ready to be celebrated and cheered as a newly recognized adult of the Tribe. But this... this was madness!\nThe boy cowered behind the table in a mixture of shock, confusion, and terror. It could have been just a minute, or hours that they waited, Kiran had no concept of time anymore. He just wanted this to be over.\nThe roars and shrieks were growing more and more distant, fading away. The sounds of violence, combat, death, and the rumbling roar of flames were receding into nothingness. And then the air began to smell cleaner. Sweeter. The air grew clearer, purer, fresher. And the light grew brighter.\n\"Is it over?\" asked Itrus, her eyes wide in terror, her body shaking, tail curled between her legs.\n\"I... I think so,\" whispered the Chief Elder.\n\"But what the hells was all of that?!\" exclaimed Esmira.\n\"Is everyone all right? What about Pelam?\" asked Itrus, her face falling as she looked at the dead shaman. Kiran looked around, desperately, and was relieved to see Shayla in the back of the room, looking as traumatized and wide-eyed as everyone else... but unhurt.\n\"Put the children in the second storage room,\" the Chief Elder said, his voice carrying an unfamiliar note of steel to it, \"They'll be safe there while we... while we find out what is happening elsewhere.\"\nKiran and Shayla were both dragged to the small room where they kept spare food, and pushed inside, and then the door closed firmly. Kiran's ears perked at the sounds of a latch clicking, locking them in. The two children were left in the darkness, huddled together.\nThe darkness was almost absolute. There was no light at all except for the thin slivers that snuck under the door, and that didn't provide enough illumination for their feline eyes. Kiran could hear Shayla breathing next to him, the girl's body shaking with terror and adrenaline. The air smelled strongly of vegetables, grains, and spices. The scent was a familiar, comforting smell, reminding Kiran of his mother's cooking.\n\"Wh-What's going ON?!\" Kiran demanded, trying to suppress his own shivers.\n\"I don't know. Everything was fine at first. You were put into a trance, and we did a few rituals to help ease your soul to the realm of spirits. It was all normal,\" Shayla said, her voice trembling as she shifted in the dark. Kiran heard a rustle of cloth and realized the girl was clutching herself, hugging her body tight.\n\"Then... then you began jerking about, and you started spurting real hard. That's also normal... usually...\" she trailed off.\n\"...Usually?\" Kiran prompted, his frown deepening.\n\"Something... happened. You let off a pulse of ki-rei, this enormous burst of spiritual energy. And it was like a wave spreading out from you in all directions. Esmira and the others seemed... unsettled by it. It seemed okay though, but.. then screams started...\" Shayla explained, \"People outside the longhouse started screaming, horrible, terrified screams. I could hear sounds like a stampede, like the whole Tribe was running, trampling each other to get away. And then there were more sounds like a war. The sounds of metal on metal, of battle. And the howls of Ferals. They were fighting something. And... and there were roars like I'd never heard before. Screeching, inhuman. And then... there was a smell. A terrible stench of rot. It was coming closer, and I could hear the shamans and the elders talking, and I could tell they were scared. Really, really scared. \"\n\"Is... Is everyone...\" Kiran trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence. This was the worst thing to happen in the Tribelands in generations. What had caused it? Was he the one responsible?\n\"I don't know,\" Shayla said. She sniffled and Kiran could smell her tears as the silver-haired girl began to cry, but she managed to control her sobs as she continued, \"It... it lasted a while, but then you gave off another ki-rei flare, and the Shadowbeasts and Ferals all gave off a weird screeching noise and ran away from the village. I could smell them, the Ferals were terrified. I could smell their fear-scent. And the Shadowbeasts... I could hear them dying. I could hear the crackling of their shells disintegrating, their bodies collapsing. It sounded horrible.\"\n\"And that's about the time you woke up,\" said Shayla, \"You know as much as I do...\"\nKiran sat back heavily. This was a lot to take in. It was hard for him to wrap his head around what had just happened, and the fact that there was still a lot he didn't understand or know about. He tried to think, but it was difficult. His mind kept racing with questions he couldn't answer.\nKiran looked over at Shayla, and he could tell that she was trying not to cry. He wanted to comfort her, but he had no idea what to say or do. So he reached out in the darkness and took her hand. The two children sat there, holding hands in the dark, waiting. Neither of them knew how long it was. Time was an abstract concept in the darkness.\n\"...I... I don't understand anything the Spirits showed me,\" Kiran said, apropos of nothing, \"They didn't tell me anything about my role. They didn't say anything to me that made any sense.\"\n\"Tell me what you saw, and what they said, as best as you can remember,\" Shayla prompted, \"I am a shaman apprentice. Maybe I can help.\"\nKiran did his best to relay his experience to her, as much of it as he could recall, with as much detail as possible. Her frown deepened as the story continued, and when Kiran had finished, Shayla's expression was grave.\n\"Whatever it was... it was powerful, and it was dangerous,\" Shayla said, \"And I don't know what to make of it. You should tell Esmira and the Chief Elder when they come back.\"\n\"Did... Did I do this?\" Kiran asked, giving voice to the horrific question that had been haunting him since he awoke, \"Was this all because of my ritual?\"\n\"I... I don't know, Kiran,\" said Shayla, \"I... I hope not...\"\nKiran sat back, his shoulders hunched forward. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He couldn't bear the thought that he might be responsible for whatever had just happened. That he might be the one who brought death to the village. To his friends and family. He had to stop thinking about it, or he was going to go insane. \nAnd then there was warmth and wetness on his penis, a tongue swirling across his glans, and he gasped in shock, looking up in surprise at Shayla. In the darkness, her silver hair was just barely visible as it bobbed up and down as she sucked on his cock. It had been softening after his ritual, but now, it immediately hardened, swelling up in a rush as the pleasure washed over him. He groaned, the sudden spike of sensation overwhelming him.\n\"Sh-Shayla, what are you... ah...?\" he moaned as he bucked his hips forward.\n\"Thinking is only going to hurt right now. There's nothing you can do about the situation, and nothing I can do either. We could be in here for hours. I am taking your mind off it, and giving myself something to do while we wait,\" Shayla said, matter-of-factly, before returning to the task at hand. Kiran's mind went blank as the pleasure took hold. He didn't know if it was the right thing to do or not, but he couldn't help but feel grateful to her.\nHer mouth was warm and slick, her tongue swirling around his cockhead, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh. She bobbed her head, sucking him into her mouth with a wet slurp, and then releasing him with a soft pop. She did this several times, each time making him moan and buck his hips involuntarily.\nHer tongue, like all Tribefolk, was rough on the top, the surface covered in a catlike rasp. But it was soft and pliant, and the way she used her tongue was masterful, her skill far exceeding what her young age would imply. She licked up and down his shaft, running her tongue up the length, flicking it against the base. She sucked on the tip, her tongue teasing at his slit.\nHer furry hands fondled Kiran's heavy, swollen testicles. She rubbed and massaged his orbs, her fingers digging into the soft skin, squeezing and kneading. She took his cock into her mouth again, and began to bob her head, sucking him deeper and deeper, her tongue working its magic.\n\"Ah... Wow...\" moaned Kiran, his green eyes closing as he surrendered himself to the pleasure. His hips bucked upwards, thrusting his cock into her mouth, and he could feel the head hitting the back of her throat. She didn't even flinch. He gasped, his head lolling back, as the incredible sensation of her tongue swirling around his cock, her lips wrapped tight around him, sent shivers through his body.\n\"Mmm....\" she murmured softly, apparently enjoying having his cock in her mouth just as much as Kiran enjoyed having it there. She moaned and hummed, and Kiran could feel the vibrations running up and down his cock, making his hips jerk and buck. She took him deep, swallowing him whole, her nose pressing against his belly.\n\"Ahh... Shayla...\" Kiran panted, his tail flicking back and forth in excitement. His balls were tight and heavy, and his whole body trembled. He was close. He was so, so close.\nShayla pulled back, letting Kiran's penis slip free of her lips with an audible pop, a long string of saliva connecting his glans to her lower lip. She smirked up at him, her silver eyes shining in the dim light. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving, her nipples hard pebbles atop her flat breasts. Her penis was standing upright, the foreskin taut around the fat glans. Her little puffy slit was leaking fluid, slicking the insides of her thighs.\n\"You missed out on a chance last night,\" said Shayla, her voice tight and breathy, \"But you can take advantage now, if you'd like...\" Her hands were roaming across her body, one set of fingers toying with her small, stiff nipples, and the other rubbing and prodding at her drooling, eager pussy.\nKiran nodded dumbly, and Shayla turned around and bent over a sack of grain. She wiggled her bottom at him and spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips were puffy and wet, glistening in the dim light.\nWhile the events since he had woken up from his trance had left Kiran feeling traumatized and confused; the sight of Shayla presenting herself to him, tail raised high pushed any worries from his mind. His entire being was focused on the girl's enticing slit, and the promise of pleasure that awaited him if he were to push inside.\nHis penis throbbed, and a thick dribble of pre spurted from his tip, splashing across Shayla's buttocks. The girl moaned, her hips bucking, her body responding to his arousal. She reached back between her legs, spreading herself wide with her fingers, exposing her pink inner folds.\nKiran's entire body ached for this. He wanted her so badly. He'd never felt this way before. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his penis was throbbing and pulsing with need. His mind was blank except for a single thought; the need to penetrate Shayla and empty his balls deep inside her. It was an animal instinct, primal, overpowering all rationality.\nHe stepped forward, his cock jerking, his balls aching with the need to cum. He pressed his throbbing cockhead against her pussy, and he groaned at the feeling of her slick, soft flesh on the head of his cock. It felt so good, so amazing, so incredible, he couldn't imagine anything better. His hips were moving automatically, pushing his cock forward, driving himself into her. He moaned as his cock slid in deeper, her pussy lips spreading wide around him. He could feel her inner muscles squeezing and massaging his shaft, pulling him in.\nShe gasped in delight, wrapping a hand around her eternally-erect flesh. Her tail curled around his waist, pulling him in. Kiran blushed, feeling the fluffy appendage tug his hips forward, encouraging him to bury his cock deeper inside of her.\nHe was a lot more ginger than he was in his vision with the Girl (the thought making his stomach do a nervous flip); holding her hips with his furry hands, careful to keep his claws retracted. The Girl may or may not have been real, but she certainly wasn't made of flesh or blood in either case; Shayla LOOKED celestial and divine and otherworldly, but she was definitely flesh and blood. Kiran had no interest in hurting her, even accidentally, even with the heat of the moment. (He'd seen too much blood already today... another thought that brought on a wave of nausea.)\nWhatever was in Kiran's head at that moment went completely away as he buried his cock inside of the girl's snug, hot depths. All of the fear, the uncertainty, the trauma of the evening, it all vanished in an instant of heat, unbearable tightness, and wet, sucking friction.\n\"Ah...! Ah!\" moaned Shayla, her back arching and her tail thrashing as his cock pushed in, stretching her open. He could feel her tight walls gripping him, squeezing down on his invading length. Kiran grunted, his hips jerking, his body shuddering as he drove in deeper. His balls slapped against her pussy lips as he bottomed out inside her, her walls clenching and twitching around his shaft.\nShe set the pace, despite Kiran's attempt to start up a rhythm of his own. Her hips gyrated back against him with practiced ease, her insides twisting around his shaft, her pussy gripping him wetly. Kiran could only hold onto her hips and try to keep up. It was an incredible sensation, the feeling of her tight, slick, velvety insides, the way she moved and squeezed him, and how she moaned and groaned with every thrust, her body quivering and shivering. He fell into her tempo, his hips bucking, his cock sliding in and out of her.\nKiran was a natural at sex. He'd always had a knack for the sensual arts, the dance of the body. It almost seemed to be an extension of his natural fighting talent... or vice versa. He could just let his body flow into a smooth, easy rhythm, whether it was throwing punches, whipping a kansi through a series of maneuvers, or driving his stiff phallus into a partner.\nShayla on the other hand... she may or may not have had natural talent of her own, but he had no doubt she had been TRAINED, extensively. She was well-versed in the arts of lovemaking, both as a sacred rite, and as a means to channel the ki-rei, the spirit energy that all Tribefolk used in their magic. She knew precisely how to move, how to squeeze him with her inner walls, and she could control her insides in a way that was almost magical. Her tail wrapped around his waist and guided him in, her hips meeting each thrust. Her body was a finely-honed instrument, and she had mastered the skill of using it.\nShe was in full control, and he was just along for the ride. Another boy might have taken that as a challenge, turned it into a battle of wills, a contest; trying to wrest control from the young Shaman. Kiran, on the other hand, was perfectly content to go along with what Shayla wanted. First, he knew he'd lose; either because she'd get what she wanted anyway or because she'd take offense... and second: she was just so GOOD at it!\nTheir hips made primal music as they moved together. The wet, slopping sounds of her insides being stirred and probed were like sweet music to his ears. He couldn't see from his position over her back, but he could hear the sound of her foreskin sliding across her glans, and the way her breath hitched with every stroke, and the soft, wet noises of her lubricant squelching out from her glans over her fingers.\n\"Hah... Hhnnn!\" Kiran panted, baring his fangs involuntarily as he leaned forward. He could feel his body already beginning to tense up, but he refused to give in. Not until she did.\n\"There's not a chance you'll outlast me, boy,\" Shayla teased, apparently guessing his thoughts. She wiggled her hips, and he moaned. She was right, of course. There was no way he was going to last. But he still had to try.\n\"Wanna see a special ki-rei technique I learned when I was four in my first week of shaman training?\" Shayla asked, grinning. To Kiran's sixth sense, his mind's eye, he could percieve the flow of energy through her body suddenly shift, rushing downwards to her loins. And then...\n\"Ah! Oh, wow!\" Kiran gasped. Suddenly, her pussy was vibrating. It was like some kind of magic, some kind of trick. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as his cock was suddenly gripped in an impossible grip of clenching, vibrating, pulsating, and squeezing. He could feel the vibrations traveling up and down his shaft, making him quiver and tremble.\n\"Ah! Ahhh!\" he groaned, his whole body shaking and jerking, his hips bucking and thrusting, his cock twitching and throbbing, spurting precum inside her, his balls tightening up. He was going to explode, right then and there, he knew it.\nBut then she clamped down upon him so tight that he couldn't even move. Her insides were so firm and hard, so tight that it was as though his cock were encased in stone. He couldn't move, and even if he could, it wouldn't have mattered. He was trapped. He couldn't escape, and he couldn't resist. He could feel the vibrations coursing through her body and into his, and his cock was throbbing, pulsing, twitching. His balls were so tight and aching.\nAnd just when he was about to burst, she stopped. She let him go, and he slumped forward, panting heavily, his cock throbbing and pulsing. His balls were aching and tight, and his whole body was trembling.\n\"What WAS that?!\" he barely managed to slur, his words coming out in a rush.\n\"Special shaman trick,\" Shayla repeated, \"I can't splurt or get tinglies when I'm doing it, but I can hold a boy on the edge for a looooooong time. It's not even that hard.\"\n\"Please don't,\" Kiran asked, his voice squeaking slightly, \"It's torture!\"\n\"I've got you where I want you, and you're at my mercy,\" she said, \"But I'll stop. I'd rather feel your hot cream gushing inside me anyway.\" \n\"...You can do that shaky vibrate-y thing if you wanted, though...\" Kiran suggested. Shayla grinned at him over her shoulder and nodded. Kiran could feel the ki-rei flowing through her again, and her insides started vibrating and pulsing again. This was a lot more intense than before. This was a lot more powerful.\nHe could feel her walls pulsating, squeezing and massaging him in a way that felt amazing, and yet somehow, it wasn't enough to make him cum. It was maddening. He wanted to cum. Needed to cum.\nShayla began to move her hips again. Her tail was still wrapped around him, guiding him into her, pulling him deeper and deeper with each thrust. She moaned and gasped, her body quivering, her pussy walls pulsating and vibrating around him. Kiran just let her move him, riding her rhythm, his cock twitching and pulsing with every thrust.\nThe vibrations seemed to be coming in waves, getting stronger and stronger, and then backing off. But the waves were building, and Kiran could feel his balls starting to ache. He could feel the pleasure rising, rising. He was so close, so close. He needed to cum, he needed to release. His body was trembling and his legs were shaking, his hands were gripping Shayla's hips so tight that he had to work thrice as hard to keep his claws retracted. He was on the brink of orgasm. The pressure was building, rising. He was so close. So close. He could feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it!\n \"Ahh! Ffffhhh!\" she gasped. Her back arched, and despite the dim, insufficient light, Kiran could see a thick ropy jet of her cum splatter against a nearby crate of vegetables, coating the carrots in her spunk. It was followed by a second, third, fourth... her back arching more and more with each squirt, her tail spasming and thrashing, and her insides clamping down on his cock in a series of rhythmic clenches that matched her spurts. \nHis legs trembled and he fell forward, his arms wrapping around Shayla's belly and his hips slamming hard against hers as his balls tightened.His thighs trembled, his back arched, and he could feel his urethra spasm as a delightful burning ache rushed up towards the tip of his cock...\nAnd at that moment, the latch to the storage door clicked and the door swung open. Light spilled in from outside, and the pair of them froze in shock and fear.\n\"Well... The worst is over, and you--\" said the Chief Elder's voice, cutting off in midsentence. He stood in the doorway, one furry hand on the knob, and a look of bemusement on his face as he stared at the sight of Kiran and Shayla, frozen mid-thrust.\nThere was a long, awkward moment of silence, which was broken by Kiran giving a deep, guttural and involuntary grunt, followed by the loud \"SPLORCH GLRSH SPLURRRCH\" of his seed flooding Shayla's insides, the girl moaning and gasping, her tail thrashing wildly, and her hips jerking and shuddering in his hands.\n\"...Well... I see you two found a way to keep busy and keep your minds off the situation,\" the Chief Elder said wryly, his horsecock twitching and swelling a bit at the sight. Shayla was too far gone in her orgasm to care at this point, but Kiran's face was flushed with heat as he stared at the Chief Elder, unable to move, unable to stop the flood of his essence spilling out of him.\n\"Um... Sorry...\" Kiran managed to mutter, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. The Chief Elder's chuckle was a deep rumble, his hand reaching down to adjust himself.\n\"No, no. It's fine. Finish up, I understand it's going to take a little time,\" said the Elder, making no effort to avert his eyes, \"...But... we need to talk urgently and immediately once you're done.\"\nKiran grunted, his hips thrusting on their own, his semen beginning to overflow and pour out of Shayla's insides, the girl letting out a keening whine as she pushed her hips back against his, her hands gripping the sack of grain so tight her knuckles were turning white, and her mouth hanging open as she panted and gasped. Her cock was jerking and twitching wildly, spurting more and more thick ropes of gooey spunk all over the floor.\nKiran's eyes rolled back, his body shaking and shuddering, his muscles tensing and his balls clenching tight. His cock was throbbing and pulsing inside her, and his semen was pouring out of him, gushing in a seemingly never-ending flood. Every throb, every pulse of his cock sent another wave of pure pleasure through his body. His whole body was tingling, his toes curling, and he was grunting and groaning, his hands gripping Shayla's body tight. Her insides were clamping down on him, milking his cock, pulling and tugging, squeezing and massaging, and it was all he could do to keep from screaming in ecstasy.\nThe Elder wrapped a hand around his mottled length, sliding it up and down slowly as he watched the two children climax together. His hand moved in long, slow strokes, his eyes locked on them, watching intently as they writhed and shook and shuddered together, their bodies moving in sync.\nShayla's flat tummy was already beginning to swell, her navel bulging out a bit from the sheer volume of Kiran's load inside of her, but she kept bucking back against him, her tail swatting against his thighs, her body trembling and shaking. Her hips were thrusting, her pussy clenching down on his shaft, and her cock was spraying all over, coating the walls, the floor, the crates of food, and the bag of grain. She was moaning and mewling, her breath coming in short gasps, and her body shaking uncontrollably.\nKiran grunted and pulled free with a wet slurp, his cock still pulsing and spewing, and he let it spray across her butt and back. He aimed his penis like a weapon, jerking his hips and pumping out more thick, gooey spurts that landed in her hair, all over her shoulders and neck, and even a little across the side of her muzzle, while a river of his seed poured out of her and ran down the insides of her thighs, pooling onto the floor at their feet.\nShayla turned over, presenting herself as a target, seemingly unembarrassed by the fact that the Elder was watching, and Kiran let loose with the rest of his climax, spraying all over her body and face. His cock jerked in his hand as he stroked himself, his cum splashing against her, and she opened her mouth wide to catch the last of his spurts.\nKiran stood there, his cock still in his hand, panting and gasping as he watched Shayla lick her lips clean, her body covered in his spunk, and then she reached out and took hold of his cock, wrapping her lips around the tip. She sucked him in, her mouth working on his cock, and her tongue swirling around his shaft. She moaned and slurped, her tongue flicking across the underside of his cockhead, and she began to bob her head up and down. The Elder chuckled.\n\"Okay, okay, you two... I said once you're done,\" the Elder said, gently pulling Kiran away from Shayla. A gossamer white strand of gooey fluid stretched from her lips to his tip, and her face was flushed, her cheeks pink. She looked up at him, her silver eyes meeting his, and she licked her lips, smirking.\n\"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I really must talk with Kiran. Shayla, Shamaness Esmira is waiting for you. Go clean up and then meet her at the temple shrine,\" the Chief Elder said firmly, brooking no argument.\nShayla glanced at Kiran, but gave a polite bow to the Chief Elder and said, \"By your leave.\"\nThe Chief Elder nodded and watched her go. When she was gone, he turned back to Kiran. His expression was grave.\n\"Come. I will give you a wet cloth to clean up... and then we need to talk,\" he said, gently guiding the boy with a hand on his bare back. As the afterglow faded, the worry returned. Kiran swallowed nervously, following behind the Chief Elder, and praying that what the Elder had to say would help make sense of all this.\n***\n\"What's going on?\" Kiran asked, his voice shaky. The Chief Elder's face was grim, and he seemed to be at a loss for words. He led the boy to the bathing chamber, and Kiran washed himself down with the wet cloth, cleaning off the sticky mess from his groin and thighs, and the splatters that had gotten onto his chest and belly. The Chief Elder was silent as he waited for him, and it was clear he was gathering his thoughts.\nThe boy was afraid that the Chief Elder would be angry with him for what happened. He didn't know why. He'd just been trying to distract Shayla and himself, and to forget the horrors of the day. It wasn't like he'd done anything wrong... right?\nBut when he was done washing up, and the two of them were seated in the Chief Elder's private study, the Elder just sighed.\n\"...I am so sorry, Kiran. I truly am... But...\" the Elder said haltingly, his face twisting as he tried to figure out how to say what he wanted.\n\"...Is... My matre, my fatre, my sister?\" Kiran asked, swallowing again.\n\"Your matre and after are fine. Nothing more than a few cuts and bruises. Your little sister... She will be okay in time. She was exposed to Shadowmist. She is stable, and my herbalists and healers tell me that with care she will pull through with little to no permanent ill effect,\" said the Elder.\nKiran leapt to his feet and was halfway to the door, intending to race to his home, before the Elder's voice barked, \"Sit DOWN, Kiran. I did not dismiss you, and there are more important things to discuss than the fate of your sister.\"\nThat stopped the boy cold. What could be more important than Nyla being hurt? Numbly, he turned and went back to his cushion.\nThe Elder sighed, his face crumpling in. He seemed more stooped than usual, the weight of his years showing in the lines of his face.\n\"Tell me everything you saw, from when you went under during the ritual, until the point when you woke up,\" he said, his voice firm.\nSo Kiran did. He told the Chief Elder everything, not leaving out any of the details, no matter how much they confused or frightened him. He talked about the two Spirits, about how they spoke, how they acted, what they said, and what he said in return. If the Elder understood any of it any more than Kiran did, he did not show a sign of it. The Elder's face was a mask.\n\"...I... am so sorry, Kiran,\" he repeated, \"...But... I have no choice. For the safety of the valley... and for the hope of all left who live... I must exile you from the Tribelands.\"\n⁂", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Any other time, Kiran might have been delighted and really enjoying himself to be pampered like this.  He was unclothed and ritually bathed by the shaman disciples.  Never mind that the water was icy cold; their hands were gentle and thorough in their cleansing of his body. They took care to scrub every inch of him; from his neck to his toes and back again, paying particular and special attention to his penis.  This was particularly pleasant because none of them was shy about letting their fingers slide up and down his member for extended periods of time under the guise of washing him.


His hips rolled and he moaned involuntarily as Itrus' fingers circled his glans. She smirked up at him, rubbing his foreskin with an affectionate smile. Kiran wasn't sure if it was all just a part of the ritual, but he certainly didn't mind if it was.  Pelam was taking his time rubbing soap into his rump, squeezing the pert cheeks firmly.  Kiran was sure he would have splurted his thick goo by now, probably more than once with how they were treating him...


If Shayla wasn't staring at him, eye to eye, her hands rubbing soap into his chest dutifully.  Her expression was studiously flat; her gaze never wavering from his face for even a second.  He wasn't sure if she was trying to provoke his guilt (already quite sizable, and roiling in his stomach to be sure), or if there was something else going on in her head.  That silver stare bored into him like an icy spike and made it quite hard to get off, despite the other acolyte's noble efforts to send him into ecstasy with their soft fingers.


After her accusatory outburst, Shayla had been gently chastised by the senior Shamaness, asked for an explanation.  To his relief, Shayla had said nothing other than that she recognized him from somewhere and had lost herself for a moment.  But then the staring had begun and had not ceased the entire time.  Kiran could swear that he could feel an actual physical pressure from it, like her eyes were physically pushing against him.


Finally, Pelam and Itrus's fondling overwhelmed even the nervous guilt inside, and he felt his testicles rise up and tighten.


"Ah...  I'm gonna... gonna..." Kiran hissed through his teeth as the bubbly-sudsy fingers slid up and down his rigid rod, circling under his foreskin with fast, firm strokes.  He imagined his spunk splattering across Shayla's front, and that only made the boiling, burning rush even more powerful as he gave a stifled moan, his dick flexing in Pelam's soapy grip.


His imagination was foiled as Shayla neatly sidestepped the enormous jet of milky fluid, sauntering over to the side of the bath to make herself busy with some of the supplies there.  The glance she threw over her shoulder told him that avoiding his ejaculation was extremely intentional.  The blush coloring her pale cheeks told him a bit more than she had intended, her eyes flicking from his face down to his erupting member in spite of herself.  


Itrus pumped his pulsating, convulsing flesh with two soapy hands, aiming the fat glans at her open mouth. Kiran watched in awe as a spray of his seed perfectly arced between her lips, painting a glossy stripe of thick white cream along the pink tongue inside. She drank from him like he was a fountain, swallowing a massive mouthful of his pearly milk as she stroked him through his orgasm. His cock felt like it was trying to wrestle itself free from her grip, desperately surging against her hands as it fired powerful gushes of his spunk into her welcoming mouth.


A tiny stream of semen dribbled from the corner of her lips as she moved in closer, pushing her tongue up against his shaft and slurping at the underside of his girth. He moaned, his next ejaculation flooding her mouth well past overflowing, sending rivers of white slime pouring down her chin and onto her small breasts. It soaked her front in white in moments, his shaft pulsing between her lips as she suckled loudly on his tip, urging more of his sperm from him with persistent licks of her tongue.


Kiran's tail flicked in time with his heavy spurts of semen. They seemed never-ending, and he was mesmerized by the way Itrus's throat worked in steady gulps to swallow every rope he fed her. Pelam reached around to massage his oversized testicles, rubbing them with just the tips of his fingers to keep from disturbing Itrus's eager cock-sucking. It was so intense that it verged on pain, his sensitive shaft making him wince whenever he felt it tense up to unleash another throb of cum into the young acolyte's waiting mouth.


She gave a muffled groan, forcing another loud swallow and pulling back with a wet smack of her lips. She smiled up at him adoringly, lifting a hand to stroke his tummy with gentle motions. It had bloated a bit from the sheer quantity of semen he was unloading into her stomach.


Finally, his orgasm came to a close, and he sagged backward.  Pelam caught him and eased him into the water.  


Things were blurry for a few minutes as the afterglow set in and Kiran was more than a little punch-drunk.  He felt the acolytes working feverishly, scrubbing and working to clean his body from the mess he had just made of himself again.


By the time he came around, he was sitting by the edge of the recessed bath, blinking blearily as Itrus finished pouring water over his head to wash the soap out of his hair.


"There.  All done.  Now, apprentice Shayla will apply oils to your body, while we go help Shaman Esmira prepare," Pelam announced cheerfully.  Shayla blinked and looked like she was about to protest... but managed to stop herself and literally bit her tongue.  She nodded curtly, going to get an oil vessel from the supplies.  


The elder acolytes left the room, Itrus stopping to wink at Kiran on the way out, a spatter of his white goo in her hair. Kiran barely noticed, as his eyes were on Shayla.


She brought the oil vessel over beside him and began to rub the liquid all over his body in slow, meticulous motions. It smelled strongly herbal, though Kiran couldn't place any of the individual scents in the bouquet of aromas.  It was pleasantly cool as she worked it into his skin in small circles.


He feared she might use the opportunity to jab at him, to take revenge by making the oiling a painful, rough experience; but she was utterly professional instead. She maintained a completely flat expression as she moved around him, rubbing his shoulders and arms with care to spread the oil over him evenly.


"...So... um..." Kiran began, unsure of what he was about to say.  He had about twenty different potential things floating around his head to defuse the tension and apologize to the silver-haired girl.


He said none of them.  Instead, he blurted out, "So, how did you goosh all over without even touching yourself once?"


The idiotically impulsive question that had spilled from his lips was met with a swift self-inflicted punishment as he slapped his forehead in absolute disgust at himself.  It was a question he had, sure, but that wasn't exactly the way he had wanted to break the ice.


Shayla's expression slid rapidly through six different emotions so quickly that Kiran wasn't able to read them at all, before settling back into her professional, impassive mask.


And to his immense shock, she answered, "It's nothing special.  Anyone can learn to do it.  You rhythmically clench your pelvic floor, while engaging in very intense concentration and imagination. I just sit, calm myself, center my breathing, and then start clenching my cunny over and over again.  Eventually, you'll give yourself the tinglies and splurties."


"....Uh... Really?" Kiran asked.  He tried it, grunting a little as he flexed his inner muscles in a way he didn't usually do.  His penis bobbed up and down with each clench, but he did not feel any closer to an orgasm.  Shayla rolled her eyes.


"It takes a little, and you're completely untrained.  Also, it's harder for boys, because they don't use those muscles as much as girls do," she explained, "Not impossible, just harder."


Kiran blushed and nodded, "I... uh... I didn't mean to intrude on... um... whatever...  Okay, no, I did mean to intrude, I just didn't realize you were doing something so... spirit-y.  I thought you were just taking a bath or something."


Shayla met his eyes and he felt his heart skip a beat. Those pale grey irises locked on to his green ones with such force that he felt like she was physically knocking on the door to his soul.  Her cheeks were tinged a little pink, but she met his gaze evenly.


"You know, I wasn't angry," she replied, "I was going to ask you to join me."


"Uh..." Kiran said, blinking in shock.


"The greatest act of worship to the Spirits is coupling and reaching mutual bliss together.  If you hadn't scampered off into the thorn bushes (bet that hurt by the way) like a startled deer, I would have let you put THAT," she pointed at his penis, then pointed at her vulva, "HERE, and thrust all you wanted."


Kiran swallowed and stared at her pussy.  The puffy, hairless mound was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He felt his cock stiffen all over again at the sight.


"I... But... W-why?" he managed to stammer out.


Shayla shrugged, "It would have made my prayers all the more powerful.  The Spirits would be more likely to hear them.  I wasn't embarrassed.  Mildly annoyed, maybe.  But you're cute, and watching that butt as you ran away, I was hard as a rock."


Kiran was speechless, both because of what she was saying and how she was saying it.  He never expected a Shaman to talk so... bluntly.  Previous experience had him expect airy cryptic aphorisms, or mystical yammering about nature and the moon and stars or whatever... not... this.


Shayla turned her attention back to coating his back in oil, rubbing it in small circles around his lower back and spine.


"But, now you missed out.  Who knows if you'll ever get a chance like what you ran out on again?" she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice.  Kiran blushed.


"...I am sorry," he said before admitting, "I've been watching you for six Apex Moons."


"Really," she said flatly, sounding entirely unsurprised and uninterested.


"Yeah?" Kiran replied weakly.


"I assumed if you did that once, you'd done it more than once," she said simply.  Kiran didn't reply, unsure what to say.  She came around to his front, beginning to rub the oils into his chest, her hands running in slow circles around his pectorals.  Her silver tail swished back and forth sinuously  as she slicked his nipples with her fingers delicately, sending a thrill straight to his groin.


"...Are you going to tell anyone?" he asked nervously.


She met his gaze again, and this time her expression was... embarrassed?


"...No.  Because I'd get in trouble more than you," she admitted, "...I'm not supposed to be communing with Spirits unsupervised yet."


"Huh?"


"We're... um..." she said, sighing as she pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment, apparently deciding how much to divulge.  After a moment, she continued, "There are secrets in the Shaman brother and sisterhood that I'm not allowed to discuss with those outside.  But as part of my training, I'm not supposed to commune with Spirits until I'm older.  No longer an apprentice, but an acolyte."


"So... why were you communing with Spirits alone in the first place?" Kiran asked in confusion.


"I..." Shayla began again, but went silent, looking off to the side.


"...You don't hafta tell me if it's... like, secret or private or something..." said Kiran, scratching behind his left ear awkwardly.  Shayla gave a little huff.


"The Elders and Archcure think I'm a prodigy.  And I am," said Shayla, returning to massaging oil into his skin, working lower and lower down his stomach, "I'm the most talented and spiritually-aware child they've seen in three-hundred years, according to some.  So much so, that I'm way better at what I do than they know."


"...I wish I were that good at anything other than fighting.  Maybe my Teramanka wouldn't be so scary then," Kiran admitted.  She glanced up at him, her expression softening a little in sympathy.


"I understand that," she said, a hint of a smile quirking her lips and sending a thrill down Kiran's spine, "...But I'm being held back.  They don't want to teach me the things I want to know until I'm older and wiser.  I think I'm ready NOW.  They want me to wait ten years."


"How old are you?" asked Kiran, wincing as the words came out of her mouth.  He didn't want to interrupt, but curiosity was killing him.  After age 7, around their Aramanka, Tribefolk children stopped maturing in both body and mind until their mid-to-late twenties.  The physical and mental differences between a seven-year-old and a 25-year-old child were nearly indistinguishable.


"16 summers," she replied.  Kiran's heart gave a little leap; she was only a summer older than him.  She continued as if she hadn't been interrupted, "But I don't think I can be that patient.  I have things I want to do, and the sooner the better.  I want to be challenged, not spend my next decade in boredom learning things I already know."


By now, her hands were wrapped around Kiran's penis, spreading the oil down its length with gentle tugs and pulls. Kiran shuddered in delight as she made sure to rub every inch of the fat organ, making it slick and shiny with her ministrations. She was so matter-of-fact about it that he almost felt silly getting aroused by something so innocent, but couldn't help himself. He inhaled sharply as she stroked the underside of his head with just her fingertips, teasing the sensitive rim of his foreskin with slow circles.


He moaned involuntarily, arching his hips.  His tail swished eagerly behind him and his ears flattened down on his head. She smirked at him, licking her lips briefly. Kiran blushed red, embarrassed by how shamelessly he was pushing himself up against her fingers. She didn't seem bothered, stroking his length slowly as she kept talking.


"I want to...  I want to leave the Tribelands.  See the ruins of Those Who Came Before.  Learn about the history of our kind.  Even face the Shadows and the Ferals, so that I can know my purpose," she said, stopping in mid-stroke, both of her delicate hands wrapped tight around his oily cock.  Kiran grunted weakly, a bubbling font of precum leaking out of his slit and running down over her knuckles.


Kiran didn't know how to respond to that.  Leaving the Tribelands wasn't exactly forbidden or anything, but it was usually considered a profoundly bad idea. Something that only the most skilled of scouts, rangers, or hunters would even consider; and even then, they would not stray too far from the borders.


"But..." Shayla continued, moving to hold his balls in one hand, continuing to stroke him with the other, "If I'm caught out alone in the wilderness unprepared... I'd be killed within a few days by Shadows or Ferals. So I've been practicing. Trying to commune with the Spirits for guidance on how to go about it and not die stupidly."


"And that's what I... nnnf... I saw you doing?" asked Kiran, panting a little.  Her hands were making the lewdest noises, utterly obscene squelches as she applied more oil.  She seemed to only be paying a fraction of a hint of attention to what she was actually doing now; apparently having forgotten that she was in the middle of giving him a rubdown.


"Yes," she said, shrugging, "I've been practicing for moons now. Trying to hone my powers and push past what the Elders say I'm capable of doing."  


Her touch became firmer and faster. Kiran gasped a little and looked down, seeing her slick hands slide up and down his engorged penis rapidly. Her grip was tight, applying pressure at all times to his sensitive shaft and rubbing his foreskin over the tip with every upstroke. His entire length was coated in a thick sheen of oil that made his cock glisten with each pass of her fingers. He realized he was thrusting into her grasp, humping her hands eagerly as he sought more stimulation. His hips were rolling of their own accord, making his cock bounce up and down as she worked his erection with an expert touch.


"Uh... Sh-Shayla... I'm gonna..." Kiran warned, already feeling the ominous gurgling tension building in his oversized testicles. They were churning and contracting in her palm, swelling even bigger as his orgasm neared. The girl finally seemed to snap out of her daze, glancing down and registering what she was doing for the first time.




"O-Oh! Sorry!" she yelped, pulling her hands away from his oily shaft suddenly. She blushed, clearly embarassed as his cock lurched violently, the glans swelling under the foreskin with each convulsion.  Sloppy gushes of clear syrup spurted from his tip, splattering onto the floor loudly between them.


Silence (other than the wet slap of precum on stone) stretched on.  Kiran's face was pink with strained arousal and embarassment... and he was surprised to see a matching blush on Shayla's own pale cheeks.  Her penis was twitching hard, pulsing visibly with her heartbeat and dribbling clear fluid in thin strings onto the floor as well.


Shayla took a deep breath and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.


"Sorry, I got a little carried away..." she admitted, "Lost track of what I was doing."


"It's okay... Just... I was gonna gush if you gave me even one more stroke..." he panted, "And then you'd hafta sit around until I stopped.  I... uh... I always gush for a really long time."


"Because of your Aramanka?" asked Shayla, not without a hint of curiosity.


"Uh-huh," Kiran confirmed, gritting his teeth as he tried to calm himself through sheer force of will.  It was working... slowly.


"...Mine made my thingie permanently big and hard," Shayla said, gesturing to her own phallus.  Indeed, Shayla's penis was standing completely erect. It throbbed visibly, bobbing a bit in midair as a constant stream of precum flowed from its tip, making a puddle on the ground.


"It doesn't ever go down?" asked Kiran, curious.


"Not really, no.  At most, it kinda goes half-limp, and a bit droopy, but it still sticks out all the time," admitted Shayla with a shrug, "Even after I spurt my special milk, I'm still stiff as a rock."


"I've seen some others like that," Kiran said, "I was even kinda jealous of it."


Shayla smirked, "Yeah?"


"Yeah. It's super neat," he admitted.


She smirked, then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. It was quick and fleeting, over before he could even blink. Then she pulled back, looking nervous all over again.


"Um..." Shayla muttered, turning away hurriedly and fumbling with some of the supplies nearby, "I'll... um... finish with the oil..."
"O-okay," stammered Kiran, putting a hand to his mouth where she had kissed him. He hadn't had much in the way of romantic experiences, and certainly never from girls, but that was probably the best kiss he'd ever had.


She did not get the chance to continue.  As she dropped down to begin rubbing oil into her thighs, Pelam and Itrus returned.  They gave her a look after seeing the way Kiran was sweating, his face red with leftover arousal.  She did not meet their gazes, merely putting a cork back in the oil vessel and assuming a look of utterly emotionless professionalism once more.


"Kiran, we're ready for you.  Come with us, please," said Itrus with a pleasant smile.


Kiran nodded, climbing to his feet and following after the younger acolyte.  He threw a glance over her shoulder at Shayla, but she was already setting things up again, ignoring him completely as she checked things and rechecked them.


***


The other two acolytes led him through one of the doors leading out of the chamber. They went down a hallway to another room. This one was full of shadows and low light; only a few candles here and there offering any illumination.  A large stone table was in the middle of the room, covered in a sheet, with a down-filled pillow at the head. There were pillows scattered about the floor, making for comfortable seating in a half-circle around the table.


Esmira and the Chief Elder were already waiting for them, standing in front of a table.  The Elder was groaning in pleasure, his horsecock lurching in his grip as thick white jets of fluid pumped out of the mottled length.  He aimed the fat trumpet at a series of wooden bowls, each in turn as he pumped his penis vigorously.


Kiran watched in curious fascination as the old man moaned in pleasure, his huge leathery scrotum visibly clenching as he pumped his spunk into the bowls. As each bowl was filled most of the way, he would adjust his aim to the next, emptying himself into it in a series of violent spurts.


Behind him, Esmira went from bowl to bowl, crooning softly in some language that the boy did not recognize.  She lifted handfuls of brightly colored powder from a series of pouches, dropping them into the bowls, and stirring them into the semen.  The pigments tinted the white goo a rainbow of colors.


Finally, the Chief Elder sighed and let go of his cock, letting it bob in the air once more, still drooling steadily as his orgasm closed.


"Is that enough, Shamaness?" he asked deferentially, huffing heavily.


"More than enough, thank you," Esmira replied, smiling.


"Good.  I'm afraid that once you reach your early 100s, your stamina is not quite what it used to be," he chuckled in amusement, "It's getting harder and harder for me to perform multiple times in a row without a substantial break between..."


He sighed, squeezing his penis from sheath to medial ring, sending a weak surge of fluid oozing out.


"I have some herbs that might help with that," Esmira remarked with a smirk, "Advanced age isn't an excuse."


"Oh, dear.  We shall have to discuss that at some later date... For now..." the Elder trailed off, as he took notice of Kiran.


"Kiran, come and lie down on the table.  Make yourself as comfortable as possible," commanded Esmira, pointing to the stone table in the middle of the room.


"Um... You do know I'm here for my TERAmanka, not my ARAmanka, right?" Kiran asked, frowning.  This was all seeming incredibly familiar.  He had been brought to this room before, a little over seven years ago, told to lie on the slab.  He had been given an herbal draught, and put into a trance where he communed with the Spirits.  He did not remember much of it, but he had awoken with his little three-inch shaft now a thirteen-inch log between his legs.


"Yes, dear.  There is much similarity between the two," Esmira said patiently, "But this is only the first step of your Teramanka.  There's more to come afterwards.  For now, climb onto the table."
Kiran complied, tucking his hands behind his head as he rested against the pillow. It was surprisingly soft and squishy and smelled strongly of sandalwood incense.  


"Just relax. Try to stay as still as you can," instructed Esmira, her eyes twinkling kindly as she dipped her fingers into a bright blue mixture.


She began to apply the paint to his skin, painting lines and shapes on him. She was humming softly to herself as she worked, her voice a soothing, gentle drone in the background as the others watched.  The warm, sticky liquid felt strange on his skin.  Every so often, she would wipe her fingers clean, and then dip into a different color: vibrant red, grassy green, sunny yellow.


The shamaness painted intricate runes and glyphs all over his body from head to toe, pausing occasionally to dip her fingers back into another mixture for the proper color. Kiran blushed a little as he felt her fingers touch his penis, tracing the veins along its length with slow strokes as she worked the paint into his skin.


"Itrus, bring the draught," she instructed lightly. The younger acolyte stood up without a word, bringing over a wooden cup. She helped Kiran sit up a little and handed him the goblet.  In it was a violently bright violet liquid.


"Drink," Esmira said simply.


"What is it?" Kiran asked, more curious than nervous.


"You would not understand even if I explained it," Esmira said, "And it is knowledge for Shamans to know only.  All you need to know is that you must drink it to begin your Teramanka."
Kiran scowled.  That wasn't helpful or reassuring. He sniffed at the contents of the cup cautiously.  The scent was herbal, but otherwise somewhat nondescript and unfamiliar to him. He wrinkled his nose a little, and downed the entire thing in one fast gulp.


The taste was again, herbal and grassy, but otherwise not anything he could have described in any decent terminology. It was not exactly pleasant, but not overly offensive either; a bit metallic at the finish. It tingled in his mouth for a second before vanishing as he swallowed it. He winced, but kept it down; handing the empty goblet back to Itrus.


"There. Now you can lie back again," said Esmira warmly.


Kiran watched as she puttered around at the shelf, then walked back towards the shelf.  She was carrying a couple of odd objects.  First, a small ceramic cup of some acrid-smelling fluid.  She placed it in a wire holder hanging off to the side of the slab.  With a flint and steel, she sparked over the cup, and Kiran was surprised to see the fluid ignite immediately, with no smoke.  


She lifted a sparkling dome of faceted crystal, affixing it to the stand over the flame.  The light began to shine through the crystals, scattering the illumination across the ceiling in dazzling, dancing lights as it refracted through the gem. Kiran watched the colors shift from reds and oranges to greens, blues and purples.  They swirled about in a kaleidoscopic dance, spinning slowly around him as they twirled through the room.  He felt oddly confused, a growing fuzziness clouding his mind. His eyes began to feel heavy and unfocused, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The shamans were chanting, singing in harmony, their voices rising and falling as their songs filled the room. He found it difficult to concentrate on what they were saying, his brain felt sluggish, his eyelids were beginning to droop shut.


Kiran tried to focus on what was being said. It was an unfamiliar song, but one he could not help but find compelling. He listened intently to the lyrics, trying to remember every word as best as he could, straining to hear the song over the sound of his own heartbeat. The song was in a strange, unknown tongue, and it seemed to echo in his head much longer than it did in his ears.


The little boy's oiled, rock hard cock pulsed and jerked between his legs as he laid on his back on the table.  It throbbed in rhythm with the shamans' voices. It pulsated along with their singing and the lights, the colorful display of dazzling beams shifting and dancing across the ceiling in perfect time with his heartbeat and their voices.  His head swam, and he felt the warm spatters of precum land on his chest and stomach.  The thick, slippery fluid oozed down his side in a lazy trickle.


His eyes were wide, but he saw nothing of what was going on around him. Instead, the entire world had gone blank, leaving nothing for Kiran to perceive except the dazzling display of light above and the distant, lilting chants of the shamans as they sang. Their words became indistinct, slurred, distorted in his mind. They blended into each other, echoing and repeating in his mind endlessly, filling his ears until all he knew was the music.


He didn't know how long it went on.  He felt like he was floating, drifting aimlessly, like he was asleep, but awake. He wasn't even sure he existed. Time seemed to stretch and contract around him, his mind drifting in a haze of ecstasy as the shaman's chanting went on.


And the world faded away in whirls of color...


***
Kiran didn't exactly awaken.  It was more like just a sudden realization of awareness and sense of self.  He opened his eyes and looked around in disoriented confusion.  His surroundings had shifted and he was standing... somewhere.  


It was hard to say it was a "place" exactly.  More like a total lack of place, a nothingness all around him.  Not darkness, but nothing.  He turned this way and that in the endless emptiness.  It was like a great grey void stretched out in every direction, the only feature of which was himself standing upon nothing.  There was neither sound nor smell, and the light seemed to have no source or direction.  The air felt thick and viscous.  It was like being underwater.


He felt no fear or anxiety, however.  In fact, the strange void felt almost welcoming. He felt safe here. This place was his own, his to claim and make his.


Kiran frowned in consternation and sat down.  He needed to figure out where he was.  Why he was there.


"He comes to us seeking purpose," a soft, young feminine voice spoke, making Kiran flinch and yelp, his tail floofing out.  He wheeled around, but there was no one there.


"He has many questions. But none of them are the right questions," said a second voice, equally young, but male this time.  Kiran turned towards that one as well, and found nothing there.


"Where am I?" Kiran asked.


"One of many wrong questions," said the first girlish voice, "He is here. He is not here.  He is in between.  Neither one place nor the other.  He is within and without."


"...Uh.  That didn't help me at all," Kiran grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"It was the wrong question," said the male voice, a hint of amusement in its tone, "He is seeking the wrong answers. He should ask better questions."


"Then what's the right question?" asked Kiran in exasperation.  He felt like this was a riddle he was never going to figure out. He had no idea how to answer this sort of thing.  Kiran whirled about, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from.  There was still nothing, but as he focused on listening, the source of the voices seemed to shift around in the air, like they were dancing about him just beyond the corner of his vision. He tried to follow, but couldn't keep up, the disembodied voices giggling at his fruitless attempts to find them.


"You're Spirits... right?" Kiran asked.


"Envoys of such, yes," the girl's voice replied.  


"Wow.  A straight answer.  Did it hurt to give that?" Kiran asked, annoyed.


"Sarcasm and bitterness is unbecoming of him," said the male voice, with more apparent amusement, "But it will not deter us."


"What is the purpose of your arrival here, boy?" asked the girl, her voice light and teasing, "What brings you before the eyes of the Envoys?"


"Uh... Um..." Kiran said, trying to come up with a way to answer.  He felt like he should have been given a speech to read or a script to follow, but nobody had told him what he was supposed to do. He tried to remember all of his Shaman training, but couldn't come up with anything useful.


"Your life, your purpose," the boy's voice whispered into his ears, sending a shiver up Kiran's spine, "You seek to understand yourself, and how to serve your tribe and your kind.  But you do not know what path to take. You are no hunter.  You are no farmer."


"You are no fisher or weaver or smith or consort," the girl's voice hissed, and Kiran's penis twitched involuntarily, bobbing up and down in excitement.


"He is pathless," said the boy.


"I can fight," Kiran retorted, irritated.


"Indeed.  He CAN fight.  In fact, he has the power to fight like no other in the history of his kind.  But that does not give him a purpose," the girl said. Kiran thought he detected a bit of mocking in her voice, like she was amused by his defiance.  But she continued, "There is something in the darkness that will bring death to his kin, death to his people."


"Wait, what was that?" Kiran asked, frowning, unsure he heard correctly.  However, the Spirits did not seem keen to elaborate.


Instead, the boy's voice sang: "Light and dark.  Male and female.  Body and mind.  All are opposites in the eternal dance, forever intertwined.  Opposites are the source of all life.  Opposites are what gives life purpose.  Without one, the other is meaningless.  Without day, there can be no night. Without love, there is no hate.  And so it is that balance must always be maintained."


"What does that have to do with me?" Kiran growled, getting more fed up with cryptic nonsense.


"He forgets his basic lessons about the spiritual power within," remarked the girl, openly laughing. Kiran couldn't help but be reminded of Shayla's similar chuckling at him earlier in the day.  The thought made his face flush and his dick throb, a wet dollop of pre spilling out to splatter onto the nothingness.  It did not remain there; instead, it simply faded and vanished as if absorbed into the emptiness itself.


There was a shimmering as pure darkness and a rainbow of sparkling lights swirled together, taking form before Kiran.  They were Tribefolk, young ones, about his age; but they appeared to be made from star-filled night sky, swirling with nebulae and glittering points of light. Their eyes were shining, whirling lights that seemed to draw Kiran's gaze.  They were utterly nude, their hairless genitalia proudly displayed to him.  


It took Kiran a few moments to realize their bodies were reflections of his own.  The boy was exactly his shape, the facial features an identical copy, the penis a mirror image of his own huge, erect tool.  The girl was a feminine reflection of himself as well; the same height, but her features were softer, her body just slightly curved differently, and the testicles were absent, a vagina in its place.  He blushed, feeling a little violated by these spirits using his form to manifest in this void.  It felt deeply personal in a way he did not understand.


The two moved with sinuous grace, their tails swishing back and forth in perfect unison, the dark forms shifting as they moved, as if their skin was merely an open window into a distant cosmos.  Their hair billowed out in an unseen breeze, the long locks shimmering with iridescence as they flowed about their bodies like a halo.


"His body is a balance of masculine and feminine energy, his spirit is a blend of light and shadow," the girl said. Her voice was no longer disembodied.  Kiran jumped, his heart racing and cock pulsing.  The fluid was oozing out in constant spurts now. The boy continued as she stepped towards him, reaching out and stroking his chest.  The contact sent a ripple through him, a tingle running up and down his spine as a chill of pleasure spread out through his entire body.


The boy slinked behind Kiran, running his hands up and down the boy's back, even as the girl ran her fingers down to stroke his cock. Kiran gasped as the girl's fingers encircled his shaft, pumping up and down slowly. His tail twitched and flicked back and forth, and he whimpered softly at her gentle, sensual touches. He was already leaking a steady flow of precum from the tip, his cock jerking in time with the beat of his heart.


"He should stop thinking too hard.  The answers he wants are coming sooner than he would wish," the boy purred in his ear, his own hot, stiff prick rubbing up against the small of Kiran's back.


"Let him go where his body will guide him," said the girl. Kiran groaned as she gripped his cock in both hands and started stroking faster and faster, squeezing harder, her fingers working their way up and down the length.  He shuddered and moaned, unable to keep from bucking his hips as she pumped him.  The boy behind him stroked his shoulders, reaching around to fondle Kiran's chest, pinching and tweaking his nipples until they were swollen and throbbing.


"He has many choices to make, but his choices must not be rushed," said the boy, nuzzling at the nape of Kiran's neck, his breath tickling the downy hair, making it stand on end, "Let his mind wander free and let his body take control."


The girl smirked, pumping his dick faster, her eyes locked onto Kiran's face.  She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, making him gasp.  She tongued his glans, the rough feline surface rasping against his tender flesh, before sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his dick, her lips sliding down his shaft, and she moaned, her eyes closing as she began to suckle on his cock, bobbing up and down quickly.


The girl smirked, pumping his dick faster, her eyes locked onto Kiran's face. She leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, making him gasp. She tongued his glans, the rough feline surface rasping against his tender flesh, before sucking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his dick, her lips sliding down his shaft, and she moaned, her eyes closing as she began to suckle on his cock, bobbing up and down quickly.
The boy massaged Kiran's glutes, rocking back and forth so his penis dragged along his spine. Kiran was lost in sensation, his mind completely blank except for the intense pleasure radiating out from his groin. He whimpered softly, thrusting into the girl's warm, wet mouth. She took him to the hilt with shocking ease, his balls bouncing off her chin.
"He has a great deal to learn, and he needs to embrace his nature," whispered the boy in his ear, his voice low and seductive, his tongue snaking out to flick across the furry point of Kiran's ear. The Boy's hand reached around Kiran's hip, cupping his heavy scrotum, fondling his balls as he thrust into the Girl's eager throat. Kiran was shaking with pleasure, the stimulation on both ends driving him crazy, and his orgasm was quickly approaching. He was close, so very, very close. His legs trembled, his knees going weak, his whole body shaking and quivering as he neared his peak.
"He is going to lose himself in the divine ecstasy. This should help him learn..." the Boy murmured.
"Indeed. Given how the Shaman Shayla worked him up, this should be a big one too..." said the Girl. Kiran momentarily wondered how the Girl was speaking when his cock was currently buried completely down her throat, her lips pressed against his pubic mound.
"Ah!" Kiran cried out as he reached the peak of his ecstasy, his body tensing as he exploded in a massive surge of cum. The Girl kept her lips locked tight around the base of his dick, her throat milking his spurting organ. Thick ropes of seed shot down her gullet and splattered into her belly, the first blast so forceful and loud that Kiran thought it might actually hurt. His eyes rolled back, and he saw stars in his mind as the waves of bliss crashed over him. The Girl was swallowing frantically, gulping down his spunk as he continued to fire into her mouth, his cock pulsing with each spurt.
The Boy chuckled and kissed along Kiran's neck, nibbling lightly at the flesh. Kiran groaned in pleasure, his balls still clenched as they emptied their load down the Girl's throat. He was shooting for nearly twenty minutes, and the entire time, the Boy was licking and biting his neck and shoulders while the Girl drank every last drop of his ejaculate.
As the torrent began to slow, the Boy was the only thing keeping Kiran on his feet, hooking his arms under the boy's armpits to hold him upright. Finally, Kiran slumped in his grip, exhausted from his explosive climax, and the Girl pulled off with an obscene slurp. She wiped her chin with her hand, smiling in triumph at her partner. Despite the gallons she had swallowed without once stopping for breath, a feat that no one had ever even attempted in Kiran's memory, her stomach was as flat as it had been before. She should have been bloated out like a waterskin, not to mention that there should have been plenty leaking out the corners of her lips or down her chin.
"He is potent. Not just virile. Exceptional in his spiritual essence," said the Girl, "But he has yet to awaken to his fullness."
"Perhaps it will take another round to do the job?" suggested the Boy, almost idly. Kiran couldn't believe his fluffy ears. They wanted him to go again after THAT? He was barely conscious... sort of. He wasn't really sure what consciousness implied in this odd astral void.
"I believe so. But he might require a little persuasion to rise to the occasion," remarked the Girl, prodding at his cock, which was slowly drooping after that orgasmic explosion.
The Girl met his gaze, the blazing light where her eyes should have been captivating him. And the Boy leaned in and whispered... something. It wasn't words. Kiran wasn't even entirely sure it were sounds that the Boy made. It was like an idea that bypassed the mind and went straight into his core. A command, or an enticement. He didn't understand what it meant, or what it did. But he could feel it, and it made him... hungry. Ravenous for pleasure, and aching with lust.
He felt a sudden, powerful surge of arousal. His cock swelled up and throbbed, stiffening almost painfully. It was like he'd been given a dose of an aphrodisiac, his desire burning hotter and brighter than before. Kiran groaned, his head lolling back as his dick began to ache. He needed more. He craved release. The need was overwhelming, consuming him with a fiery intensity.
Everything Kiran had been, all the thoughts, questions, confusion, worry, annoyance, even his identity... all of it shattered and crumbled in that instant. What remained was not Kiran. He had no name. No past or future. No self or ego. He had no existence except as a creature of desire, want, and lust. There was nothing to him beyond the primal urges of the body.
The Girl stood before him, her pussy glistening wet and ready. The Boy released him from his embrace, and the Girl turned around, facing away, and bent over at the waist, her hands resting on the non-existent ground beneath them. Her tail lifted out of the way to display her wet slit.
"Come to me, boy," the Girl said. Kiran growled and stepped forward, his dick throbbing hard and ready to bury itself deep into her core. He gripped her hips, his claws digging into the skin. Kiran didn't hesitate, he didn't pause to consider, he simply obeyed her commands. He pushed his cockhead against her puffy labia and thrust into her depths without a second thought, hilting his entire cock inside of her in a single plunge.
She was incredibly hot inside, her inner walls clenching tightly on his invading member, and he gasped at the incredible heat. Her insides were smooth and tight, rippling and squeezing him in all the right ways. Her slick folds welcomed him as he plunged deeper, her walls gripping him firmly, squeezing and sucking him in deeper.
He started to thrust, pulling back and then slamming in hard. She moaned in delight, pushing back to meet each of his strokes, her pussy clinging to his shaft, gripping and milking him. Kiran's hips were moving at a steady, pounding pace, the Girl's slick tunnel welcoming him into her depths with a greedy suction. Her own cock hung beneath her, slapping up against her stomach as he pounded into her.
Kiran snarled, his green eyes narrowing to slits. He wanted more, he NEEDED more. He increased his pace, driving into her harder and harder, his heavy nuts swinging wildly between his legs as they slapped against her clit.
And then something prodded his rear entrance. Hot, throbbing, dribbling copious wetness to ease its entrance. The Boy. He was pushing against him from behind, and in his lust-crazed haze, Kiran had no resistance. In fact, the Boy's penetration of him only heightened the intensity of the moment. The thick, hot shaft filled him completely, stretching him to the limit. He cried out in ecstasy as it drove in deeper and deeper, his insides being stretched to accommodate its length. Kiran couldn't think anymore. All he knew was pleasure, all he could do was thrust. His whole existence centered around his dick and the pulsing length inside of his tailhole.
He shuddered as the Boy's thick length slammed into his depths. The Girl was moaning beneath him as well, her tight passage squeezing down on his cock, milking it as she writhed beneath him.
"Ah! Ah!" the Girl yelped, shuddering, "We might have... overdone it... a little! He is a lot... nnnnh!... a lot to take in...!"
"His friends are lucky to have him," grunted the Boy, "They do not... realize what... they have... yet."
They kept pounding into Kiran, the two of them thrusting and bucking against him with a steady, unyielding rhythm. They were pushing into him from either side, the Girl's pussy squeezing down on his dick while the Boy's penis plunged in and out of his tight tailhole. Kiran went back and forth between grunting and snarling like an animal, and moaning and sobbing girlishly. His mind was completely blank, his entire body was a mass of pleasure.
The Girl somehow managed to brace herself against the mindless child's assault enough that she could reach down and grip her phallus, pumping the foreskin up and down over the head. Her black, star-filled form shimmered with a rainbow of light, her hips jerking erratically as her moans rose in volume.
The Boy's weight shifted against Kiran's back as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Kiran's chest to pull the two of them closer together, the Boy's chin resting atop Kiran's shoulder, and their tails twined and tangled together. His balls were slapping loudly against the back of Kiran's testicles, the Boy's panting hot in Kiran's feline ear.
Kiran drew as much pleasure from the penis in his rear as he did from his cock buried in the Girl's clenching depths. While all members of the Tribefolk liked both boys and girls, many had preferences one way or another. Kiran, however, loved both with a passion that could not be contained by mere words. And having a thick, hard dick penetrating him was every bit as satisfying and bliss-inducing as sinking his cock to the root into a wet and willing hole.
Kiran growled like an animal, his green pupils narrowed to slits as he drove faster, frenziedly hammering his hips against the Girl's shapely bottom, her firm buttocks bouncing with each impact of his pelvis against hers. His heavy balls were swinging wildly, slapping lewdly against her thighs and clitoris. The Boy matched him, slamming into his tailhole in perfect rhythm, pounding him with powerful strokes, driving his dick deep inside Kiran.
Kiran let out an animalistic growl and began to slam into the Girl with wild abandon, his cock pulsating and throbbing inside her, her walls clenching down tightly around him. He reached down to grip her hips with both hands, his claws digging into her skin, drawing beads of glittering starlight from her midnight-black flesh. He was thrusting furiously, his hips a blur, frothing at the mouth.
"He is awakening. Feel the surge of ki-rei... It is almost time...." panted the Boy.
"He is almost ready... but he still needs... ah! A little... more..." groaned the Girl, "Your essence should provide the final spark. Release!"
"As you... command... Ah! Ah! Ahhh!" moaned the Boy, hugging Kiran tight as his hips began to shudder. Kiran could feel his insides swelling up as the thick rod of flesh embedded within him expanded. His eyes bulged, his mouth hung open in a silent scream as he felt the Boy's penis throb and pulse deep within him.
Then the floodgates opened and a gushing river of sperm spurted from the Boy's throbbing penis, filling his insides with the boiling torrent of hot, creamy cum. It gushed out in powerful jets, blasting into him. Kiran felt a strange sense of satisfaction, of fulfillment at having a hot load poured into him, and that satisfaction, combined with the stimulation to his already sensitive insides, was enough to push him over the edge.
Kiran's orgasm was supernatural, quite literally. His own howl was echoed in his ears as an impossibly loud rumbling that reverberated throughout the entirety of the astral void. It was as though all the spiritual power in the cosmos were channeled into his cock. He erupted like a volcano inside the Girl. He convulsed from head to toe like he was being electrocuted, and a fountain of thick, sticky fluid blasted out of him. The Girl screamed, the sound echoing throughout the cosmos.
Kiran's eyes rolled back in his skull and he shuddered, his hips jerking and spasming, pumping his load deep inside of the Girl. His cock was a veritable firehose, and he could feel her womb expanding as his semen gushed out of him in an unrelenting flood of liquid heat, filling her up, bloating out her stomach. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy and her mouth fell open, a guttural cry escaping from her throat. Kiran's orgasm was a continuous flow rather than individual spurts, a never-ending eruption. His whole body convulsed and shivered with each pulse, his legs shaking violently.
The girl yowled like a kitten, arching her back as her hips jerked, bucking and writhing against the overwhelming torrent. Her phallus gave a violent lurch... and what looked like a stream of molten starlight shot out, the fluid glowing like liquid starfire. Her essence spurted in great gushes, splattering all over the ground and running in rivulets of glowing light that swirled and shimmered. Her eyes glowed with even brighter light, and she writhed and cried out incoherently, her body trembling.
The Boy overflowed Kiran, sending liquid starshine running down his thighs in thick streams of gooey white. He held tight to Kiran as he came, the smaller male sandwiched between two squirming, shivering bodies.
As the Girl's belly grew round and swollen from Kiran's load,his eyes rolled back into his head and he slumped forward, his hips still jerking and twitching as his cock continued to spurt its essence into her depths, filling her up even further.  His entire body trembled and jerked like he was having a seizure, his limbs going slack as he passed out.
The pleasure still wracked him even in his unconsciousness, and the Boy held onto him as Kiran twitched, shuddered, and spurted, the flood of his essence continuing unabated into the Girl. She was moaning in ecstasy as she was pumped full of his thick cream.
But even in unconsciousness, his body had a mind of its own, still bucking into her depths, the spasms of his climax showing no signs of slowing. His muscles jerked, his hips jerked, his entire body was wracked by tremors of pleasure.  Even without any will of his own behind the act, his hips were thrusting back against the Boy, and he could feel the hot shaft of the Spirit penetrating him even deeper, the throbbing cock sending fresh torrents of semen pouring out of the Boy and deep into Kiran's depths.
The world faded away into nothingness, leaving Kiran lost and adrift in an empty void, floating aimlessly, drifting without purpose.
***
Kiran moaned, his body still in orgasm, still convulsing.  A pair of soft, gentle hands were around his penis, pumping it in time with his spasms, squeezing the thick organ.  It was still spewing thick white globs of cum with every throb. His balls were heavy, aching and throbbing, but his cock was slowly beginning to deflate.
He opened his eyes to find himself laying on his back, his head resting in the Girl's lap.  She stroked his hair tenderly, while the Boy sat down next to him, milking his massive tool with slow, rhythmic strokes.  His eyes were closed in concentration, his brow furrowed.
"We are sorry..." said the Girl softly, "To go from such pleasure to what awaits him when he awakens..."
"It is a cruelty that no one deserves, least of all, him," the Boy agreed.  There was regret in his tone.  As if the two of them had done something they did not wish.
"Whu?" Kiran slurred, trying to make sense of what they were saying.  He couldn't think.  Couldn't focus.  His whole world was just his pulsing cock, spurting thick white globs of semen, making an utter mess of the ground.  There was an entire lake of his essence, splattered everywhere.  It had pooled into an ankle-deep pond.
"We have done what we needed to do, however, so it will have to do.  When he wakes up... he should be prepared.  But the real challenge lies ahead of him," said the Boy.  The last dribbles of cum leaked out of Kiran, and his body went slack, utterly limp.
"I'm... confused..." Kiran muttered.
"You will understand soon enough.  But for now... sleep..." the Girl said, and her hands stroked through his hair.
He could feel himself drifting off, the warmth of sleep coming over him, but the last thing he heard was their voices...
"I'm sorry, Kiran..."
"Forgive us, for what must be..."
***
When Kiran finally awoke, he felt like he had been asleep for days.  And he was STILL in orgasm, his cock violently twitching as it fired thick, white globs of semen into the air.  His whole body jerked with the force of the spasms, the thick, gooey ropes splattering all around him.
His balls felt heavy, swollen with unspent seed. His cock was painfully hard and throbbing. The air was heavy and humid, like he had been in a sauna for hours. His skin glistened with sweat, and he was drenched with the thick, gooey mess of his own cum.
The air was filled with the slightly salty, musky scent of his semen... and blood.  Lots of blood.  And even more than his own moans and the spatter of fluid...
There were screams.  Horror and pain.  Agony and terror.
"Hold the door!  Don't let it get in!  The Shadowbeasts are dying off!  The Ferals are running!  Hold for just a little longer!" shouted Esmira.  A  hideous roar, high-pitched and screeching, like an eagle, sounded outside the door, and then the door shuddered with a tremendous impact, as if struck by a giant's warhammer.  
One of the shamans lay on the floor, twitching as a puddle of crimson spread out from under him, his eyes wide and empty.  Pelam was clearly dead.  Kiran gasped as the door shuddered and a massive segmented black leg pierced through, as sharp as a needle, and as thick as Kiran's forearm.  He saw that it was segmented and chitinous, covered in thick black plates of armor.
Even as he watched, the leg began to dissolve, melting into something that wasn't quite smoke, but wasn't quite ooze either.  It rotted away before Kiran's horrified gaze.  And the hole where it had penetrated was beginning to smolder and smoke, like a fire was starting on the other side.
The other Tribespeople were pressed to the walls, holding weapons in shaking hands, fear and uncertainty writ in their eyes.
"Wha-What's going on?" Kiran asked, trying to sit up.  He was still dizzy, his body shaking and weak.
"Stay down, Kiran," barked the Chief Elder, pushing him off the side of the stone table to land with a painful thud on his side behind it, "It's almost over!"
Kiran lay on the ground, trembling.  He couldn't make sense of what was happening. He'd been so certain he would wake up after his ritual, back at home, ready to be celebrated and cheered as a newly recognized adult of the Tribe.  But this... this was madness!
The boy cowered behind the table in a mixture of shock, confusion, and terror.  It could have been just a minute, or hours that they waited, Kiran had no concept of time anymore.  He just wanted this to be over.
The roars and shrieks were growing more and more distant, fading away.  The sounds of violence, combat, death, and the rumbling roar of flames were receding into nothingness.  And then the air began to smell cleaner.  Sweeter.  The air grew clearer, purer, fresher.  And the light grew brighter.
"Is it over?" asked Itrus, her eyes wide in terror, her body shaking, tail curled between her legs.
"I... I think so," whispered the Chief Elder.
"But what the hells was all of that?!" exclaimed Esmira.
"Is everyone all right?  What about Pelam?" asked Itrus, her face falling as she looked at the dead shaman.  Kiran looked around, desperately, and was relieved to see Shayla in the back of the room, looking as traumatized and wide-eyed as everyone else... but unhurt.
"Put the children in the second storage room," the Chief Elder said, his voice carrying an unfamiliar note of steel to it, "They'll be safe there while we... while we find out what is happening elsewhere."
Kiran and Shayla were both dragged to the small room where they kept spare food, and pushed inside, and then the door closed firmly. Kiran's ears perked at the sounds of a latch clicking, locking them in.  The two children were left in the darkness, huddled together.
The darkness was almost absolute. There was no light at all except for the thin slivers that snuck under the door, and that didn't provide enough illumination for their feline eyes. Kiran could hear Shayla breathing next to him, the girl's body shaking with terror and adrenaline.  The air smelled strongly of vegetables, grains, and spices.  The scent was a familiar, comforting smell, reminding Kiran of his mother's cooking.
"Wh-What's going ON?!" Kiran demanded, trying to suppress his own shivers.
"I don't know.  Everything was fine at first.  You were put into a trance, and we did a few rituals to help ease your soul to the realm of spirits.  It was all normal," Shayla said, her voice trembling as she shifted in the dark.  Kiran heard a rustle of cloth and realized the girl was clutching herself, hugging her body tight.
"Then... then you began jerking about, and you started spurting real hard.  That's also normal... usually..." she trailed off.
"...Usually?" Kiran prompted, his frown deepening.
"Something... happened.  You let off a pulse of ki-rei, this enormous burst of spiritual energy.  And it was like a wave spreading out from you in all directions.  Esmira and the others seemed... unsettled by it.   It seemed okay though, but.. then screams started..." Shayla explained, "People outside the longhouse started screaming, horrible, terrified screams.  I could hear sounds like a stampede, like the whole Tribe was running, trampling each other to get away.  And then there were more sounds like a war.  The sounds of metal on metal, of battle.  And the howls of Ferals.  They were fighting something.  And... and there were roars like I'd never heard before.  Screeching, inhuman.  And then... there was a smell.  A terrible stench of rot.  It was coming closer, and I could hear the shamans and the elders talking, and I could tell they were scared.  Really, really scared. "
"Is... Is everyone..." Kiran trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence.  This was the worst thing to happen in the Tribelands in generations.  What had caused it?  Was he the one responsible?
"I don't know," Shayla said.  She sniffled and Kiran could smell her tears as the silver-haired girl began to cry, but she managed to control her sobs as she continued, "It... it lasted a while, but then you gave off another ki-rei flare, and the Shadowbeasts and Ferals all gave off a weird screeching noise and ran away from the village.  I could smell them, the Ferals were terrified.  I could smell their fear-scent.  And the Shadowbeasts... I could hear them dying.  I could hear the crackling of their shells disintegrating, their bodies collapsing.  It sounded horrible."
"And that's about the time you woke up," said Shayla, "You know as much as I do..."
Kiran sat back heavily.  This was a lot to take in.  It was hard for him to wrap his head around what had just happened, and the fact that there was still a lot he didn't understand or know about.  He tried to think, but it was difficult.  His mind kept racing with questions he couldn't answer.
Kiran looked over at Shayla, and he could tell that she was trying not to cry.  He wanted to comfort her, but he had no idea what to say or do.  So he reached out in the darkness and took her hand.  The two children sat there, holding hands in the dark, waiting.  Neither of them knew how long it was.  Time was an abstract concept in the darkness.
"...I...  I don't understand anything the Spirits showed me," Kiran said, apropos of nothing, "They didn't tell me anything about my role.  They didn't say anything to me that made any sense."
"Tell me what you saw, and what they said, as best as you can remember," Shayla prompted, "I am a shaman apprentice.  Maybe I can help."
Kiran did his best to relay his experience to her, as much of it as he could recall, with as much detail as possible.  Her frown deepened as the story continued, and when Kiran had finished, Shayla's expression was grave.
"Whatever it was... it was powerful, and it was dangerous," Shayla said, "And I don't know what to make of it.  You should tell Esmira and the Chief Elder when they come back."
"Did... Did I do this?" Kiran asked, giving voice to the horrific question that had been haunting him since he awoke, "Was this all because of my ritual?"
"I... I don't know, Kiran," said Shayla, "I... I hope not..."
Kiran sat back, his shoulders hunched forward.  He didn't want to think about it anymore.  He couldn't bear the thought that he might be responsible for whatever had just happened.  That he might be the one who brought death to the village.  To his friends and family.  He had to stop thinking about it, or he was going to go insane.  
And then there was warmth and wetness on his penis, a tongue swirling across his glans, and he gasped in shock, looking up in surprise at Shayla.  In the darkness, her silver hair was just barely visible as it bobbed up and down as she sucked on his cock.  It had been softening after his ritual, but now, it immediately hardened, swelling up in a rush as the pleasure washed over him.  He groaned, the sudden spike of sensation overwhelming him.
"Sh-Shayla, what are you... ah...?" he moaned as he bucked his hips forward.
"Thinking is only going to hurt right now.  There's nothing you can do about the situation, and nothing I can do either.  We could be in here for hours.  I am taking your mind off it, and giving myself something to do while we wait," Shayla said, matter-of-factly, before returning to the task at hand.  Kiran's mind went blank as the pleasure took hold.  He didn't know if it was the right thing to do or not, but he couldn't help but feel grateful to her.
Her mouth was warm and slick, her tongue swirling around his cockhead, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive flesh. She bobbed her head, sucking him into her mouth with a wet slurp, and then releasing him with a soft pop. She did this several times, each time making him moan and buck his hips involuntarily.
Her tongue, like all Tribefolk, was rough on the top, the surface covered in a catlike rasp.  But it was soft and pliant, and the way she used her tongue was masterful, her skill far exceeding what her young age would imply.  She licked up and down his shaft, running her tongue up the length, flicking it against the base. She sucked on the tip, her tongue teasing at his slit.
Her furry hands fondled Kiran's heavy, swollen testicles.  She rubbed and massaged his orbs, her fingers digging into the soft skin, squeezing and kneading.  She took his cock into her mouth again, and began to bob her head, sucking him deeper and deeper, her tongue working its magic.
"Ah...  Wow..." moaned Kiran, his green eyes closing as he surrendered himself to the pleasure. His hips bucked upwards, thrusting his cock into her mouth, and he could feel the head hitting the back of her throat.  She didn't even flinch.  He gasped, his head lolling back, as the incredible sensation of her tongue swirling around his cock, her lips wrapped tight around him, sent shivers through his body.
"Mmm...." she murmured softly, apparently enjoying having his cock in her mouth just as much as Kiran enjoyed having it there.  She moaned and hummed, and Kiran could feel the vibrations running up and down his cock, making his hips jerk and buck. She took him deep, swallowing him whole, her nose pressing against his belly.
"Ahh... Shayla..." Kiran panted, his tail flicking back and forth in excitement.  His balls were tight and heavy, and his whole body trembled.  He was close.  He was so, so close.
Shayla pulled back, letting Kiran's penis slip free of her lips with an audible pop, a long string of saliva connecting his glans to her lower lip.  She smirked up at him, her silver eyes shining in the dim light.  Her face was flushed, her chest heaving, her nipples hard pebbles atop her flat breasts.  Her penis was standing upright, the foreskin taut around the fat glans.  Her little puffy slit was leaking fluid, slicking the insides of her thighs.
"You missed out on a chance last night," said Shayla, her voice tight and breathy, "But you can take advantage now, if you'd like..."  Her hands were roaming across her body, one set of fingers toying with her small, stiff nipples, and the other rubbing and prodding at her drooling, eager pussy.
Kiran nodded dumbly, and Shayla turned around and bent over a sack of grain.  She wiggled her bottom at him and spread her legs wide.  Her pussy lips were puffy and wet, glistening in the dim light.
While the events since he had woken up from his trance had left Kiran feeling traumatized and confused; the sight of Shayla presenting herself to him, tail raised high pushed any worries from his mind.  His entire being was focused on the girl's enticing slit, and the promise of pleasure that awaited him if he were to push inside.
His penis throbbed, and a thick dribble of pre spurted from his tip, splashing across Shayla's buttocks.  The girl moaned, her hips bucking, her body responding to his arousal.  She reached back between her legs, spreading herself wide with her fingers, exposing her pink inner folds.
Kiran's entire body ached for this.  He wanted her so badly.  He'd never felt this way before.  His heart was pounding in his chest, and his penis was throbbing and pulsing with need.  His mind was blank except for a single thought; the need to penetrate Shayla and empty his balls deep inside her.  It was an animal instinct, primal, overpowering all rationality.
He stepped forward, his cock jerking, his balls aching with the need to cum.  He pressed his throbbing cockhead against her pussy, and he groaned at the feeling of her slick, soft flesh on the head of his cock.  It felt so good, so amazing, so incredible, he couldn't imagine anything better.  His hips were moving automatically, pushing his cock forward, driving himself into her.  He moaned as his cock slid in deeper, her pussy lips spreading wide around him.  He could feel her inner muscles squeezing and massaging his shaft, pulling him in.
She gasped in delight, wrapping a hand around her eternally-erect flesh.  Her tail curled around his waist, pulling him in.  Kiran blushed, feeling the fluffy appendage tug his hips forward, encouraging him to bury his cock deeper inside of her.
He was a lot more ginger than he was in his vision with the Girl (the thought making his stomach do a nervous flip); holding her hips with his furry hands, careful to keep his claws retracted.  The Girl may or may not have been real, but she certainly wasn't made of flesh or blood in either case; Shayla LOOKED celestial and divine and otherworldly, but she was definitely flesh and blood.  Kiran had no interest in hurting her, even accidentally, even with the heat of the moment. (He'd seen too much blood already today... another thought that brought on a wave of nausea.)
Whatever was in Kiran's head at that moment went completely away as he buried his cock inside of the girl's snug, hot depths.  All of the fear, the uncertainty, the trauma of the evening, it all vanished in an instant of heat, unbearable tightness, and wet, sucking friction.
"Ah...!  Ah!" moaned Shayla, her back arching and her tail thrashing as his cock pushed in, stretching her open.  He could feel her tight walls gripping him, squeezing down on his invading length.  Kiran grunted, his hips jerking, his body shuddering as he drove in deeper.  His balls slapped against her pussy lips as he bottomed out inside her, her walls clenching and twitching around his shaft.
She set the pace, despite Kiran's attempt to start up a rhythm of his own.  Her hips gyrated back against him with practiced ease, her insides twisting around his shaft, her pussy gripping him wetly.  Kiran could only hold onto her hips and try to keep up.  It was an incredible sensation, the feeling of her tight, slick, velvety insides, the way she moved and squeezed him, and how she moaned and groaned with every thrust, her body quivering and shivering.  He fell into her tempo, his hips bucking, his cock sliding in and out of her.
Kiran was a natural at sex. He'd always had a knack for the sensual arts, the dance of the body.  It almost seemed to be an extension of his natural fighting talent... or vice versa.  He could just let his body flow into a smooth, easy rhythm, whether it was throwing punches, whipping a kansi through a series of maneuvers, or driving his stiff phallus into a partner.
Shayla on the other hand... she may or may not have had natural talent of her own, but he had no doubt she had been TRAINED, extensively.  She was well-versed in the arts of lovemaking, both as a sacred rite, and as a means to channel the ki-rei, the spirit energy that all Tribefolk used in their magic.  She knew precisely how to move, how to squeeze him with her inner walls, and she could control her insides in a way that was almost magical.  Her tail wrapped around his waist and guided him in, her hips meeting each thrust.  Her body was a finely-honed instrument, and she had mastered the skill of using it.
She was in full control, and he was just along for the ride.  Another boy might have taken that as a challenge, turned it into a battle of wills, a contest; trying to wrest control from the young Shaman.  Kiran, on the other hand, was perfectly content to go along with what Shayla wanted.  First, he knew he'd lose; either because she'd get what she wanted anyway or because she'd take offense... and second: she was just so GOOD at it!
Their hips made primal music as they moved together.  The wet, slopping sounds of her insides being stirred and probed were like sweet music to his ears.  He couldn't see from his position over her back, but he could hear the sound of her foreskin sliding across her glans, and the way her breath hitched with every stroke, and the soft, wet noises of her lubricant squelching out from her glans over her fingers.
"Hah... Hhnnn!" Kiran panted, baring his fangs involuntarily as he leaned forward.  He could feel his body already beginning to tense up, but he refused to give in.  Not until she did.
"There's not a chance you'll outlast me, boy," Shayla teased, apparently guessing his thoughts.  She wiggled her hips, and he moaned.  She was right, of course.  There was no way he was going to last.  But he still had to try.
"Wanna see a special ki-rei technique I learned when I was four in my first week of shaman training?" Shayla asked, grinning.  To Kiran's sixth sense, his mind's eye, he could percieve the flow of energy through her body suddenly shift, rushing downwards to her loins.  And then...
"Ah!  Oh, wow!" Kiran gasped.  Suddenly, her pussy was vibrating.  It was like some kind of magic, some kind of trick.  His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as his cock was suddenly gripped in an impossible grip of clenching, vibrating, pulsating, and squeezing.  He could feel the vibrations traveling up and down his shaft, making him quiver and tremble.
"Ah!  Ahhh!" he groaned, his whole body shaking and jerking, his hips bucking and thrusting, his cock twitching and throbbing, spurting precum inside her, his balls tightening up.  He was going to explode, right then and there, he knew it.
But then she clamped down upon him so tight that he couldn't even move.  Her insides were so firm and hard, so tight that it was as though his cock were encased in stone.  He couldn't move, and even if he could, it wouldn't have mattered.  He was trapped.  He couldn't escape, and he couldn't resist.  He could feel the vibrations coursing through her body and into his, and his cock was throbbing, pulsing, twitching.  His balls were so tight and aching.
And just when he was about to burst, she stopped.  She let him go, and he slumped forward, panting heavily, his cock throbbing and pulsing.  His balls were aching and tight, and his whole body was trembling.
"What WAS that?!" he barely managed to slur, his words coming out in a rush.
"Special shaman trick," Shayla repeated, "I can't splurt or get tinglies when I'm doing it, but I can hold a boy on the edge for a looooooong time.  It's not even that hard."
"Please don't," Kiran asked, his voice squeaking slightly, "It's torture!"
"I've got you where I want you, and you're at my mercy," she said, "But I'll stop.  I'd rather feel your hot cream gushing inside me anyway."  
"...You can do that shaky vibrate-y thing if you wanted, though..." Kiran suggested.  Shayla grinned at him over her shoulder and nodded.  Kiran could feel the ki-rei flowing through her again, and her insides started vibrating and pulsing again.  This was a lot more intense than before.  This was a lot more powerful.
He could feel her walls pulsating, squeezing and massaging him in a way that felt amazing, and yet somehow, it wasn't enough to make him cum.  It was maddening.  He wanted to cum.  Needed to cum.
Shayla began to move her hips again.  Her tail was still wrapped around him, guiding him into her, pulling him deeper and deeper with each thrust.  She moaned and gasped, her body quivering, her pussy walls pulsating and vibrating around him.  Kiran just let her move him, riding her rhythm, his cock twitching and pulsing with every thrust.
The vibrations seemed to be coming in waves, getting stronger and stronger, and then backing off.  But the waves were building, and Kiran could feel his balls starting to ache.  He could feel the pleasure rising, rising.  He was so close, so close.  He needed to cum, he needed to release.  His body was trembling and his legs were shaking, his hands were gripping Shayla's hips so tight that he had to work thrice as hard to keep his claws retracted.  He was on the brink of orgasm.  The pressure was building, rising.  He was so close.  So close.  He could feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it!
 "Ahh!  Ffffhhh!" she gasped.  Her back arched, and despite the dim, insufficient light, Kiran could see a thick ropy jet of her cum splatter against a nearby crate of vegetables, coating the carrots in her spunk.  It was followed by a second, third, fourth... her back arching more and more with each squirt, her tail spasming and thrashing, and her insides clamping down on his cock in a series of rhythmic clenches that matched her spurts.
His legs trembled and he fell forward, his arms wrapping around Shayla's belly and his hips slamming hard against hers as his balls tightened.His thighs trembled, his back arched, and he could feel his urethra spasm as a delightful burning ache rushed up towards the tip of his cock...
And at that moment, the latch to the storage door clicked and the door swung open.  Light spilled in from outside, and the pair of them froze in shock and fear.
"Well...  The worst is over, and you--" said the Chief Elder's voice, cutting off in midsentence.  He stood in the doorway, one furry hand on the knob, and a look of bemusement on his face as he stared at the sight of Kiran and Shayla, frozen mid-thrust.
There was a long, awkward moment of silence, which was broken by Kiran giving a deep, guttural and involuntary grunt, followed by the loud "SPLORCH GLRSH SPLURRRCH" of his seed flooding Shayla's insides, the girl moaning and gasping, her tail thrashing wildly, and her hips jerking and shuddering in his hands.
"...Well... I see you two found a way to keep busy and keep your minds off the situation," the Chief Elder said wryly, his horsecock twitching and swelling a bit at the sight.  Shayla was too far gone in her orgasm to care at this point, but Kiran's face was flushed with heat as he stared at the Chief Elder, unable to move, unable to stop the flood of his essence spilling out of him.
"Um... Sorry..." Kiran managed to mutter, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.  The Chief Elder's chuckle was a deep rumble, his hand reaching down to adjust himself.
"No, no.  It's fine.  Finish up, I understand it's going to take a little time," said the Elder, making no effort to avert his eyes, "...But... we need to talk urgently and immediately once you're done."
Kiran grunted, his hips thrusting on their own, his semen beginning to overflow and pour out of Shayla's insides, the girl letting out a keening whine as she pushed her hips back against his, her hands gripping the sack of grain so tight her knuckles were turning white, and her mouth hanging open as she panted and gasped.  Her cock was jerking and twitching wildly, spurting more and more thick ropes of gooey spunk all over the floor.
Kiran's eyes rolled back, his body shaking and shuddering, his muscles tensing and his balls clenching tight.  His cock was throbbing and pulsing inside her, and his semen was pouring out of him, gushing in a seemingly never-ending flood.  Every throb, every pulse of his cock sent another wave of pure pleasure through his body.  His whole body was tingling, his toes curling, and he was grunting and groaning, his hands gripping Shayla's body tight.  Her insides were clamping down on him, milking his cock, pulling and tugging, squeezing and massaging, and it was all he could do to keep from screaming in ecstasy.
The Elder wrapped a hand around his mottled length, sliding it up and down slowly as he watched the two children climax together.  His hand moved in long, slow strokes, his eyes locked on them, watching intently as they writhed and shook and shuddered together, their bodies moving in sync.
Shayla's flat tummy was already beginning to swell, her navel bulging out a bit from the sheer volume of Kiran's load inside of her, but she kept bucking back against him, her tail swatting against his thighs, her body trembling and shaking.  Her hips were thrusting, her pussy clenching down on his shaft, and her cock was spraying all over, coating the walls, the floor, the crates of food, and the bag of grain.  She was moaning and mewling, her breath coming in short gasps, and her body shaking uncontrollably.
Kiran grunted and pulled free with a wet slurp, his cock still pulsing and spewing, and he let it spray across her butt and back.  He aimed his penis like a weapon, jerking his hips and pumping out more thick, gooey spurts that landed in her hair, all over her shoulders and neck, and even a little across the side of her muzzle, while a river of his seed poured out of her and ran down the insides of her thighs, pooling onto the floor at their feet.
Shayla turned over, presenting herself as a target, seemingly unembarrassed by the fact that the Elder was watching, and Kiran let loose with the rest of his climax, spraying all over her body and face.  His cock jerked in his hand as he stroked himself, his cum splashing against her, and she opened her mouth wide to catch the last of his spurts.
Kiran stood there, his cock still in his hand, panting and gasping as he watched Shayla lick her lips clean, her body covered in his spunk, and then she reached out and took hold of his cock, wrapping her lips around the tip.  She sucked him in, her mouth working on his cock, and her tongue swirling around his shaft.  She moaned and slurped, her tongue flicking across the underside of his cockhead, and she began to bob her head up and down.  The Elder chuckled.
"Okay, okay, you two...  I said once you're done," the Elder said, gently pulling Kiran away from Shayla.  A gossamer white strand of gooey fluid stretched from her lips to his tip, and her face was flushed, her cheeks pink.  She looked up at him, her silver eyes meeting his, and she licked her lips, smirking.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I really must talk with Kiran.  Shayla, Shamaness Esmira is waiting for you.  Go clean up and then meet her at the temple shrine," the Chief Elder said firmly, brooking no argument.
Shayla glanced at Kiran, but gave a polite bow to the Chief Elder and said, "By your leave."
The Chief Elder nodded and watched her go.  When she was gone, he turned back to Kiran.  His expression was grave.
"Come.  I will give you a wet cloth to clean up... and then we need to talk," he said, gently guiding the boy with a hand on his bare back.  As the afterglow faded, the worry returned.  Kiran swallowed nervously, following behind the Chief Elder, and praying that what the Elder had to say would help make sense of all this.
***
"What's going on?" Kiran asked, his voice shaky.  The Chief Elder's face was grim, and he seemed to be at a loss for words.  He led the boy to the bathing chamber, and Kiran washed himself down with the wet cloth, cleaning off the sticky mess from his groin and thighs, and the splatters that had gotten onto his chest and belly.  The Chief Elder was silent as he waited for him, and it was clear he was gathering his thoughts.
The boy was afraid that the Chief Elder would be angry with him for what happened.  He didn't know why.  He'd just been trying to distract Shayla and himself, and to forget the horrors of the day.  It wasn't like he'd done anything wrong... right?
But when he was done washing up, and the two of them were seated in the Chief Elder's private study, the Elder just sighed.
"...I am so sorry, Kiran.  I truly am... But..." the Elder said haltingly, his face twisting as he tried to figure out how to say what he wanted.
"...Is... My matre, my fatre, my sister?" Kiran asked, swallowing again.
"Your matre and after are fine.  Nothing more than a few cuts and bruises.  Your little sister...  She will be okay in time.  She was exposed to Shadowmist.  She is stable, and my herbalists and healers tell me that with care she will pull through with little to no permanent ill effect," said the Elder.
Kiran leapt to his feet and was halfway to the door, intending to race to his home, before the Elder's voice barked, "Sit DOWN, Kiran.  I did not dismiss you, and there are more important things to discuss than the fate of your sister."
That stopped the boy cold.  What could be more important than Nyla being hurt?  Numbly, he turned and went back to his cushion.
The Elder sighed, his face crumpling in.  He seemed more stooped than usual, the weight of his years showing in the lines of his face.
"Tell me everything you saw, from when you went under during the ritual, until the point when you woke up," he said, his voice firm.
So Kiran did.  He told the Chief Elder everything, not leaving out any of the details, no matter how much they confused or frightened him.  He talked about the two Spirits, about how they spoke, how they acted, what they said, and what he said in return.  If the Elder understood any of it any more than Kiran did, he did not show a sign of it.  The Elder's face was a mask.
"...I...  am so sorry, Kiran," he repeated, "...But... I have no choice.  For the safety of the valley... and for the hope of all left who live... I must exile you from the Tribelands."
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