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commission by [iconname]Sunkra[/iconname], inspired by a roleplay on f-list a while back.\n\nThe shamans of the tribe are responsible for the interpretation and divination of omens, especially those that concern the tribe as a whole. Seeing as how Dhryn's tribe worships a deity of fertility, most of those omens are somehow related to pregnancy and child-bearing, in line with the deity's portfolio. In this particular case, the offspring from one of the \"captive\" gazelles is an omen to how the tribe will fare during the coming year, an omen interpreted during a celebration of the beginning of spring and the new year.\n\nThe birth of a boy implies successful and bountiful raids. The birth of a girl implies a rich, fertile harvest. If the child is born sickly or weak, it implies that raiding will be treacherous and costly, or (in the case of a girl) that resources will be scarce and/or dangerous to collect.\n\nFor this reason, it is essential that a shaman be an accomplished midwife. The spirits will challenge the shaman and he (or she) must produce a favourable omen from even the most bleak circumstances.\n\nThanks again, Sunkra~\n\n(Title shamelessly stolen from Stravinsky's 1913 ballet)","description_bbcode_parsed":"A commission by \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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The shamans of the tribe are responsible for the interpretation and divination of omens, especially those that concern the tribe as a whole. Seeing as how Dhryn's tribe worships a deity of fertility, most of those omens are somehow related to pregnancy and child-bearing, in line with the deity's portfolio. In this particular case, the offspring from one of the "captive" gazelles is an omen to how the tribe will fare during the coming year, an omen interpreted during a celebration of the beginning of spring and the new year.

The birth of a boy implies successful and bountiful raids. The birth of a girl implies a rich, fertile harvest. If the child is born sickly or weak, it implies that raiding will be treacherous and costly, or (in the case of a girl) that resources will be scarce and/or dangerous to collect.

For this reason, it is essential that a shaman be an accomplished midwife. The spirits will challenge the shaman and he (or she) must produce a favourable omen from even the most bleak circumstances.

Thanks again, Sunkra~

(Title shamelessly stolen from Stravinsky's 1913 ballet)","writing":"\t WARNING!\n\tThis text file contains sexually explicit\n\tmaterial. If you do not wish to read this\n\ttype of literature, or you are under age, \n\tor you can't separate fiction from real \n\tlife events, or are intending to use this \n\tmaterial against the author in any way,\n\t PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!\n\n--------------------------------------------------------\nThis work is copyrighted to the author Sunkra © 2015. \nDon't remove the author information or make any changes \nto this story. Do not redistribute this story in any way \nwithout the author's explicit written permission. All \nrights reserved.\n- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - \nThis story was written as adult fiction. The author\ndoes NOT condone the described behavior in real life. \nAny similarities with any real life events and/or \npersons are completely coincidental. Described\ncharacters and/or events are fictional. Enjoy the story!\n--------------------------------------------------------\n\nThis story is about Dhryn the gnoll shaman performing \nhis yearly task of pleasing the spirit of spring through \nhis midwife duties.\nThis story contains: straight, implied bi, pregnancy, \nbirth, tribal, ritual, semen, oral, vaginal, anal, group, \nmasturbation\n\n\nRebirth of a season.\n\n The winters in the savanna landscape are barely \ndiscernible from the summers, except in that the season \nis drier and the days are shorter and darker. It’s \ngenerally experienced as unpleasant to the fauna of the \nland, as the mildest of climate changes can bring forth \ngreat disturbances in every day survival. Creatures \nliving in herds are spared more than lone wolves, though, \nlike is the case with Dhryn’s tribe and the nearby \ngazelle’s tribe.\n\n The two tribes have lived harmoniously for many \ngenerations, gnolls being more of a scavenger variety \nthan a predatory one and the gazelles generating lots of \nproduce in return for the safety that the gnolls can \nprovide them with. What started off on shaky grounds, as \nin the past the gnolls would occasionally raid and \npillage the much weaker gazelles to take what they wanted \ninstead of trading, has blossomed into an extraordinary \npartnership unlike any other. Though, to keep certain \ntraditions, compromises had to be made on both sides, \nlike for example the ‘ritual of spring’. The gnolls were \nstill allowed to “kidnap” one of the gazelles’ pregnant \nfemales every year to celebrate the birth of spring when \nher child is born, for the gnolls believe the pregnant \nfemale actually carries the spirit of spring in her \nbelly. Spring doesn’t officially start until this child \narrives into the world, and the way in which it does \nbrings an omen for good tidings or for worse. It is then \nthe task of the gnoll’s shaman to deliver this child in \nthe best way possible, turning a potentially ill tempered \nspirit of spring into a benevolent one.\n\n Dhryn had ceremoniously received the pregnant female \nfrom the gazelle tribe, the gnolls entering the \nsettlement with intimidating leather armour decorated \nwith scavenged bones and skulls, blowing the horns of \nwar. The gazelles had dressed up their appointed “victim” \nin a robe of white linen and a crown of woven grass and \nwith great theatrical display handed her over to the \ngnoll shaman. Because of the symbolism of this ritual, \nthe gazelle males stayed in the background, so that the \noften erect gnoll male raiders could more easily access \nthe females to briefly mate with them in honours of the \nold raiding parties. Gazelle females, regardless of \nmaturity, were then penetrated by multiple gnoll males in \nfront of their families and tribe, whom consider it a \ngreat honour when their kin would receive the gnolls’ \nvirile seed.\n\n Afterwards, like every year, the pregnant gazelle is \nthen brought to the gnoll tribe’s settlement and treated \nlike royalty. She receives the finest clothes the tribe \ncan produce, the finest foods and of course shares her \nbed with many males every night as every gnoll needs to \ncontribute to the season of spring’s strength. The more \nmales mate with her and fill her with their semen, the \ngreater the spirit of spring becomes. This is potentially \ndangerous, as they would’ve contributed to an ill omen \nshould the birth go awry. Which is why Dhryn’s burden is \nheavy, as for he is solely able and responsible to turn a \npotentially grave curse into a blessing of bounty.\n\n And thus Dhryn finds himself asleep in bed one night, \nthe impala female due to deliver any day now as he had \nbeen closely following her progress, observing her as she \nmated with many males and received plenty of their seed. \nOf course, he had to contribute as well, thus he had \npenetrated her many times when another gnoll pulled out, \nfeeling the hotness of her insides and his fellow \ntribesmen’s semen close around his shaft as he had rutted \nher gently but firmly. Concepts of different kinds of \nsexuality were vague but did exist in these tribes, \nthough none were shunned for them but instead accepted as \nexceptional. For example; two males or females could form \na couple and adopt children from others as their own, for \nthey were carriers of two souls instead of one, a male \nand female. The gnolls and gazelles alike recognize the \nhigh presence of the spirits of their ancestors in these \nindividuals and often these would end up in spiritual or \neducational roles. Thus it is no surprise that Dhryn, or \nfor that fact any other male of the tribe, doesn’t mind \nclose bodily contact with other males as well, though \nhis own sexual preference is solely females.\n\n Dhryn is slightly tossing and turning on the leather \nhides and hay serving as his bed, remembering the very \npleasant sensation of his erect penis sliding into the \nwarmth of the pregnant gazelle female, experiencing it as \nif the season of spring herself had enclosed him inside \nher womanhood. Hands and fingers of his fellow tribesmen \nand tribeswomen caressing his plump sac as it bounces \nagainst the gazelle’s curved womanly buttocks, to help \nhim reach that bittersweet point of no return. He gently \nmassages the big round belly of the girl, feeling the \nlife within welcome his contribution and care. But as he \nnearly does reach climax, the dream Dhryn is experiencing \nshifts and he senses something’s wrong. The hands had \nvanished and he feels completely alone in the darkness \nwith the gazelle female lying limply underneath him. Her \nchest is not moving and he can just make out her face as \nher eyes and tongue bulge out in a strangled kind of way. \nDhryn feels his hackles raise and he slowly looks down to \nwhere his penis is still seated inside the female. Even \nthough they’re engulfed in darkness, he can clearly see a \npool of red fluid underneath them, blood staining his \nhands and abdomen. The pregnant belly of the female is \ndeflated and as he pulls out, he can feel something slide \nout as well and drop limply on the floor between them.\n\n The next moment, Dhryn awakes from his nightmares in a \nloud shriek, his chest heaving as he sweats and pants. \nHis heart races but the gnoll shaman quickly realizes \nthat what had transpired is not reality, though it might \nbode a dire omen. He tries to put his mind at ease as he \ngets up and walks out of his hut to breathe in some fresh \nair.\n\n It isn’t until several nights later, Dhryn occasionally \nrevisited by the bad omen, when suddenly a semi-naked \nmember of the tribe rushes into the gnoll shaman’s hut at \nnight, shouting:”Master shaman! The guest is in labour!”\nDhryn immediately sends for her to be brought to his \nplace, the gnoll not even bothering to put on his \nceremonial robes as he hastily gathers the objects and \ningredients he needs. He had been prepared, a soft bed of \nhides, hay and even cushions set up in the center of his \nhut where he usually receives his patients. Just when the \nnaked gnoll shaman lights the last stalk of incense, a \nsmall group of other gnolls carry the heavily panting \ngazelle girl through the door, placing her onto the bed \nper Dhryn’s instruction. He neither encourages nor \ndiscourages them to stay, his attention completely \nabsorbed by the important task ahead. Dhryn crouches down \nnext to the large swollen stomach of the gazelle, laying \nhis ear onto it and listens as he massages the mound. He \nfrowns and then hunches down in front of the pregnant \nfemale, pushing a crude leather cushion underneath her \nass whilst two gnoll males help lift up her backside.\n\n Dhryn leans his head down and carefully inserts his \nindex fingers between the gazelle’s labia, feeling for \nthe size of the dilation so far. The girl’s swollen lips \ngive too much resistance and Dhryn can sense a \nstubbornness in the way the girl’s body reacts to his \ntouches. Almost as if the spirit of spring wants to \npresent him with a challenge, angered for reasons only \nthe divine could know. The incense that he had lit fills \nthe small hut, its ingredients designed to make patients \nmellow and more open to the spiritual world. The shaman \nbreathes it in deeply, just like the other gnolls \nobserving and the gazelle. Dhryn can feel the spirit of \nspring waiting for his decision, impatiently, when \nsuddenly he feels a tingle down the root of his penis all \nthe way to the tip. He shudders, as do the other males \npresent and Dhryn can only observe as his penis swells up \nand becomes incredibly erect. The other gnolls present \nhave the same problem, their members standing tall and \nproud from between their thighs as they look slightly \nconfused, though the incense is also mellowing them out. \nIt seems the unborn spirit presents them with the weapons \nwith which it chooses to duel. On top of that the gazelle \ngirl’s body heat increases and between painful grunts \ncaused by her contractions, she also starts to moan in \nneedy pleasure.\n\n The gnoll shaman does not need any further \nencouragement, crawling on top of the pregnant gazelle \ngirl and locking his lips with hers in a passionate kiss, \nhis tongue dominating hers as he lines up his trembling \nhard cock with her soft pussy lips. Slowly but firmly he \npushes his member inside of her, the female unable to \nresist as the shaman attempts to hasten the contractions \nand birth. Some of the other gnoll males present just sit \nquietly and watch the spectacle whilst masturbating, \nwhile a few others kneel down next to the gazelle girl \nand offer her their cocks to play with. Her slender \nfingers encircle the black leathery members and pull the \nskins of their shafts up and down, another trembling fat \nblack helmet being pushed to break their kiss and is then \nslipped inside her mouth. Dhryn places his lips on one of \nher fat swollen tits to sample the milk she has been \nleaking for weeks, closing his eyes to focus all his \nattention on how the spirit reacts to their fertility \ntribute.\n\n It seems pleased with all the sexual attention, the \ncontractions following each other faster and faster when \nsuddenly Dhryn’s weight shifts and his penis burrows \ndeeper than before. A gush of wetness envelops his shaft \nand crotch as the gazelle groans out around the cock \ninside her mouth, the shaman realizing her water just \nbroke. The gnoll snickers a hyena-like giggle, the \nincense causing barriers of his restraint to lower down \nand his primal instinct to emerge. Dhryn is slightly \nembarrassed towards his fellow tribesmen but does not \ngive it much thought, withdrawing his member slightly to \nexamine the female’s fluid. As he gently reinserts his \ncock into the girl’s swollen pussy lips, he cannot help \nbut feel a niggling little doubt in the back of his mind, \neven though the spirit of spring seems pleased with their \nsexual offering. Dhryn picks up the pace and the sounds \nof his wet balls slapping against the gazelle’s equally \nwet sex resonate through the small hut, the gnoll \ngrabbing the large mount of her belly in the paws of his \nhand and massaging it firmly.\n\n The tip of Dhryn’s penis pops through the tight ring \nthat previously protected the womb and the shaman \nexperiences even more intense heat than before on every \ninward thrust. Meanwhile the gnoll letting the gazelle \nsuckle his cock has withdrawn his member, fearing she \nmight bite it off in a painful contraction, and instead \nis rubbing the helmet shaped tip over her large milk \nleaking nipple. Pre-cum and milk mix together as the \nfluid drips down her full voluptuous breast, Dhryn \npondering over how such a concoction is the perfect \nmarriage of the life a male and female can produce \ntogether, the ultimate tribute to fertility and \nprosperity. He leans over, still in the incense haze, and \ndoesn’t give it another thought when his pink tongue \ncurls over the swollen nipple and licks the mixture off \nit. The stream is steadily replenished by the lactating \nnipple and the gnoll’s bulbous cock head. This seems to \nplease the spirit of spring residing in the gazelle \nfemale’s belly very much, reveling in the praise the \ngnolls are bestowing onto her, as she releases the child \nwithin to be born.\n\n A weight is pushed against Dhryn’s penis and on every \ninward thrust he has fewer space to sink into, the gnoll \nquickly smacking his lips and withdrawing from the \ngazelle’s beautiful breast as he pulls out. Instead he \npositions his cock at her back entrance, the puckered \nhole slick enough because of all the fluid she’s lost, \nand his helmet sinks inside with one smooth push. Dhryn \ncontinues to massage her stomach and pump his cock in and \nout of her anus with gentle long pushes, sensing \nsomething isn’t right still. He makes a cone out of his \nfingers and places his hand at the girl’s dilated vulva, \ngently pushing it inwards. The gazelle girl gasps and \ngroans in painful discomfort as the gnoll’s hand \ndisappears inside of her, suddenly feeling the unborn \nchild on its way out. Dhryn immediately knows that it’s a \nbreech birth and that he cannot reverse the child’s \nposition this far into labour, otherwise he would have \npushed it back and attempt to turn it inside the womb \ninto the right position. He withdraws his hand and \npatiently waits for the crying gazelle to push the unborn \nbaby forth.\n\n When little hooves start to appear from between the \nmother’s swollen vaginal lips, the gnoll shaman withdraws \nhis cock from her anus and then gently starts pulling on \nthe child’s legs. The other males are witnessing the \ndifficult birth with interest, continuing to masturbate. \nSince the mother is too preoccupied too jerk them off any \nlonger, they’ve taken to rubbing their cocks all over her \nnipples and between her breasts, keeping both teats wet \nwith milk and their pre-cum. Dhryn is sweating, his \nattention completely on bringing this baby into the world \nsafe and sound as he attempts to twist and turn the child \nout of its mother’s entrance. When the lower body \nemerges, it’s instantly clear that the baby is a girl, \nthe gnoll males giggling and cheering in celebration. \nDhryn snarls and hushes them up as he needs complete \nconcentration, his fingers slipping around the baby’s \nbody to attempt and twist its shoulders into a more \nfavourable position. The mother cries and almost faints, \nthe three gnoll males near her head trying to keep her \nawake with praise and kind words.\n\n Dhryn attempts to unhook one of the shoulders as it’s \nstill stuck behind the mother’s slit, his fingers \nslithering all over its slick body and unable to hold a \nfirm grasp. He instructs two of the gnolls rubbing their \ncocks over the gazelle’s tits to massage down her stomach \nalong with the contractions, the two doing as the shaman \nsays. Dhryn calls the pushes and with each downwards \nmassage attempts to twist the child again. It takes \nseveral tries, but finally the unborn girl’s shoulder \npops free from her mother’s fleshy prison and the baby is \nborn in Dhryn’s lap. The sweating gnoll shaman is \nrelieved to hear the cub wailing away and filling her \nlungs with the hot damp air of the hut. The gnolls cheer, \nthe mother breathes a deep sigh of relief and Dhryn can \nfeel the approving hand of the season of spring enclose \naround his still very erect member. The scent in the air \nchanges from the incense to that of grass and flowers, \nthe haze lifting and a cool breeze runs over Dhryn’s \nface. The gnoll opens his eyes and smiles to his fellow \ntribesmen. The ‘welcome into the world’ ritual can now \nstart on a positive note, the season of spring is pleased.","writing_bbcode_parsed":"\t                WARNING!
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This story is about Dhryn the gnoll shaman performing
his yearly task of pleasing the spirit of spring through
his midwife duties.
This story contains: straight, implied bi, pregnancy,
birth, tribal, ritual, semen, oral, vaginal, anal, group,
masturbation


Rebirth of a season.

 The winters in the savanna landscape are barely
discernible from the summers, except in that the season
is drier and the days are shorter and darker. It’s
generally experienced as unpleasant to the fauna of the
land, as the mildest of climate changes can bring forth
great disturbances in every day survival. Creatures
living in herds are spared more than lone wolves, though,
like is the case with Dhryn’s tribe and the nearby
gazelle’s tribe.

 The two tribes have lived harmoniously for many
generations, gnolls being more of a scavenger variety
than a predatory one and the gazelles generating lots of
produce in return for the safety that the gnolls can
provide them with. What started off on shaky grounds, as
in the past the gnolls would occasionally raid and
pillage the much weaker gazelles to take what they wanted
instead of trading, has blossomed into an extraordinary
partnership unlike any other. Though, to keep certain
traditions, compromises had to be made on both sides,
like for example the ‘ritual of spring’. The gnolls were
still allowed to “kidnap” one of the gazelles’ pregnant
females every year to celebrate the birth of spring when
her child is born, for the gnolls believe the pregnant
female actually carries the spirit of spring in her
belly. Spring doesn’t officially start until this child
arrives into the world, and the way in which it does
brings an omen for good tidings or for worse. It is then
the task of the gnoll’s shaman to deliver this child in
the best way possible, turning a potentially ill tempered
spirit of spring into a benevolent one.

 Dhryn had ceremoniously received the pregnant female
from the gazelle tribe, the gnolls entering the
settlement with intimidating leather armour decorated
with scavenged bones and skulls, blowing the horns of
war. The gazelles had dressed up their appointed “victim”
in a robe of white linen and a crown of woven grass and
with great theatrical display handed her over to the
gnoll shaman. Because of the symbolism of this ritual,
the gazelle males stayed in the background, so that the
often erect gnoll male raiders could more easily access
the females to briefly mate with them in honours of the
old raiding parties. Gazelle females, regardless of
maturity, were then penetrated by multiple gnoll males in
front of their families and tribe, whom consider it a
great honour when their kin would receive the gnolls’
virile seed.

 Afterwards, like every year, the pregnant gazelle is
then brought to the gnoll tribe’s settlement and treated
like royalty. She receives the finest clothes the tribe
can produce, the finest foods and of course shares her
bed with many males every night as every gnoll needs to
contribute to the season of spring’s strength. The more
males mate with her and fill her with their semen, the
greater the spirit of spring becomes. This is potentially
dangerous, as they would’ve contributed to an ill omen
should the birth go awry. Which is why Dhryn’s burden is
heavy, as for he is solely able and responsible to turn a
potentially grave curse into a blessing of bounty.

 And thus Dhryn finds himself asleep in bed one night,
the impala female due to deliver any day now as he had
been closely following her progress, observing her as she
mated with many males and received plenty of their seed.
Of course, he had to contribute as well, thus he had
penetrated her many times when another gnoll pulled out,
feeling the hotness of her insides and his fellow
tribesmen’s semen close around his shaft as he had rutted
her gently but firmly. Concepts of different kinds of
sexuality were vague but did exist in these tribes,
though none were shunned for them but instead accepted as
exceptional. For example; two males or females could form
a couple and adopt children from others as their own, for
they were carriers of two souls instead of one, a male
and female. The gnolls and gazelles alike recognize the
high presence of the spirits of their ancestors in these
individuals and often these would end up in spiritual or
educational roles. Thus it is no surprise that Dhryn, or
for that fact any other male of the tribe, doesn’t mind
close bodily contact with other males as well, though
his own sexual preference is solely females.

 Dhryn is slightly tossing and turning on the leather
hides and hay serving as his bed, remembering the very
pleasant sensation of his erect penis sliding into the
warmth of the pregnant gazelle female, experiencing it as
if the season of spring herself had enclosed him inside
her womanhood. Hands and fingers of his fellow tribesmen
and tribeswomen caressing his plump sac as it bounces
against the gazelle’s curved womanly buttocks, to help
him reach that bittersweet point of no return. He gently
massages the big round belly of the girl, feeling the
life within welcome his contribution and care. But as he
nearly does reach climax, the dream Dhryn is experiencing
shifts and he senses something’s wrong. The hands had
vanished and he feels completely alone in the darkness
with the gazelle female lying limply underneath him. Her
chest is not moving and he can just make out her face as
her eyes and tongue bulge out in a strangled kind of way.
Dhryn feels his hackles raise and he slowly looks down to
where his penis is still seated inside the female. Even
though they’re engulfed in darkness, he can clearly see a
pool of red fluid underneath them, blood staining his
hands and abdomen. The pregnant belly of the female is
deflated and as he pulls out, he can feel something slide
out as well and drop limply on the floor between them.

 The next moment, Dhryn awakes from his nightmares in a
loud shriek, his chest heaving as he sweats and pants.
His heart races but the gnoll shaman quickly realizes
that what had transpired is not reality, though it might
bode a dire omen. He tries to put his mind at ease as he
gets up and walks out of his hut to breathe in some fresh
air.

 It isn’t until several nights later, Dhryn occasionally
revisited by the bad omen, when suddenly a semi-naked
member of the tribe rushes into the gnoll shaman’s hut at
night, shouting:”Master shaman! The guest is in labour!”
Dhryn immediately sends for her to be brought to his
place, the gnoll not even bothering to put on his
ceremonial robes as he hastily gathers the objects and
ingredients he needs. He had been prepared, a soft bed of
hides, hay and even cushions set up in the center of his
hut where he usually receives his patients. Just when the
naked gnoll shaman lights the last stalk of incense, a
small group of other gnolls carry the heavily panting
gazelle girl through the door, placing her onto the bed
per Dhryn’s instruction. He neither encourages nor
discourages them to stay, his attention completely
absorbed by the important task ahead. Dhryn crouches down
next to the large swollen stomach of the gazelle, laying
his ear onto it and listens as he massages the mound. He
frowns and then hunches down in front of the pregnant
female, pushing a crude leather cushion underneath her
ass whilst two gnoll males help lift up her backside.

 Dhryn leans his head down and carefully inserts his
index fingers between the gazelle’s labia, feeling for
the size of the dilation so far. The girl’s swollen lips
give too much resistance and Dhryn can sense a
stubbornness in the way the girl’s body reacts to his
touches. Almost as if the spirit of spring wants to
present him with a challenge, angered for reasons only
the divine could know. The incense that he had lit fills
the small hut, its ingredients designed to make patients
mellow and more open to the spiritual world. The shaman
breathes it in deeply, just like the other gnolls
observing and the gazelle. Dhryn can feel the spirit of
spring waiting for his decision, impatiently, when
suddenly he feels a tingle down the root of his penis all
the way to the tip. He shudders, as do the other males
present and Dhryn can only observe as his penis swells up
and becomes incredibly erect. The other gnolls present
have the same problem, their members standing tall and
proud from between their thighs as they look slightly
confused, though the incense is also mellowing them out.
It seems the unborn spirit presents them with the weapons
with which it chooses to duel. On top of that the gazelle
girl’s body heat increases and between painful grunts
caused by her contractions, she also starts to moan in
needy pleasure.

 The gnoll shaman does not need any further
encouragement, crawling on top of the pregnant gazelle
girl and locking his lips with hers in a passionate kiss,
his tongue dominating hers as he lines up his trembling
hard cock with her soft pussy lips. Slowly but firmly he
pushes his member inside of her, the female unable to
resist as the shaman attempts to hasten the contractions
and birth. Some of the other gnoll males present just sit
quietly and watch the spectacle whilst masturbating,
while a few others kneel down next to the gazelle girl
and offer her their cocks to play with. Her slender
fingers encircle the black leathery members and pull the
skins of their shafts up and down, another trembling fat
black helmet being pushed to break their kiss and is then
slipped inside her mouth. Dhryn places his lips on one of
her fat swollen tits to sample the milk she has been
leaking for weeks, closing his eyes to focus all his
attention on how the spirit reacts to their fertility
tribute.

 It seems pleased with all the sexual attention, the
contractions following each other faster and faster when
suddenly Dhryn’s weight shifts and his penis burrows
deeper than before. A gush of wetness envelops his shaft
and crotch as the gazelle groans out around the cock
inside her mouth, the shaman realizing her water just
broke. The gnoll snickers a hyena-like giggle, the
incense causing barriers of his restraint to lower down
and his primal instinct to emerge. Dhryn is slightly
embarrassed towards his fellow tribesmen but does not
give it much thought, withdrawing his member slightly to
examine the female’s fluid. As he gently reinserts his
cock into the girl’s swollen pussy lips, he cannot help
but feel a niggling little doubt in the back of his mind,
even though the spirit of spring seems pleased with their
sexual offering. Dhryn picks up the pace and the sounds
of his wet balls slapping against the gazelle’s equally
wet sex resonate through the small hut, the gnoll
grabbing the large mount of her belly in the paws of his
hand and massaging it firmly.

 The tip of Dhryn’s penis pops through the tight ring
that previously protected the womb and the shaman
experiences even more intense heat than before on every
inward thrust. Meanwhile the gnoll letting the gazelle
suckle his cock has withdrawn his member, fearing she
might bite it off in a painful contraction, and instead
is rubbing the helmet shaped tip over her large milk
leaking nipple. Pre-cum and milk mix together as the
fluid drips down her full voluptuous breast, Dhryn
pondering over how such a concoction is the perfect
marriage of the life a male and female can produce
together, the ultimate tribute to fertility and
prosperity. He leans over, still in the incense haze, and
doesn’t give it another thought when his pink tongue
curls over the swollen nipple and licks the mixture off
it. The stream is steadily replenished by the lactating
nipple and the gnoll’s bulbous cock head. This seems to
please the spirit of spring residing in the gazelle
female’s belly very much, reveling in the praise the
gnolls are bestowing onto her, as she releases the child
within to be born.

 A weight is pushed against Dhryn’s penis and on every
inward thrust he has fewer space to sink into, the gnoll
quickly smacking his lips and withdrawing from the
gazelle’s beautiful breast as he pulls out. Instead he
positions his cock at her back entrance, the puckered
hole slick enough because of all the fluid she’s lost,
and his helmet sinks inside with one smooth push. Dhryn
continues to massage her stomach and pump his cock in and
out of her anus with gentle long pushes, sensing
something isn’t right still. He makes a cone out of his
fingers and places his hand at the girl’s dilated vulva,
gently pushing it inwards. The gazelle girl gasps and
groans in painful discomfort as the gnoll’s hand
disappears inside of her, suddenly feeling the unborn
child on its way out. Dhryn immediately knows that it’s a
breech birth and that he cannot reverse the child’s
position this far into labour, otherwise he would have
pushed it back and attempt to turn it inside the womb
into the right position. He withdraws his hand and
patiently waits for the crying gazelle to push the unborn
baby forth.

 When little hooves start to appear from between the
mother’s swollen vaginal lips, the gnoll shaman withdraws
his cock from her anus and then gently starts pulling on
the child’s legs. The other males are witnessing the
difficult birth with interest, continuing to masturbate.
Since the mother is too preoccupied too jerk them off any
longer, they’ve taken to rubbing their cocks all over her
nipples and between her breasts, keeping both teats wet
with milk and their pre-cum. Dhryn is sweating, his
attention completely on bringing this baby into the world
safe and sound as he attempts to twist and turn the child
out of its mother’s entrance. When the lower body
emerges, it’s instantly clear that the baby is a girl,
the gnoll males giggling and cheering in celebration.
Dhryn snarls and hushes them up as he needs complete
concentration, his fingers slipping around the baby’s
body to attempt and twist its shoulders into a more
favourable position. The mother cries and almost faints,
the three gnoll males near her head trying to keep her
awake with praise and kind words.

 Dhryn attempts to unhook one of the shoulders as it’s
still stuck behind the mother’s slit, his fingers
slithering all over its slick body and unable to hold a
firm grasp. He instructs two of the gnolls rubbing their
cocks over the gazelle’s tits to massage down her stomach
along with the contractions, the two doing as the shaman
says. Dhryn calls the pushes and with each downwards
massage attempts to twist the child again. It takes
several tries, but finally the unborn girl’s shoulder
pops free from her mother’s fleshy prison and the baby is
born in Dhryn’s lap. The sweating gnoll shaman is
relieved to hear the cub wailing away and filling her
lungs with the hot damp air of the hut. The gnolls cheer,
the mother breathes a deep sigh of relief and Dhryn can
feel the approving hand of the season of spring enclose
around his still very erect member. The scent in the air
changes from the incense to that of grass and flowers,
the haze lifting and a cool breeze runs over Dhryn’s
face. The gnoll opens his eyes and smiles to his fellow
tribesmen. The ‘welcome into the world’ ritual can now
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