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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 savannah 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, revelling 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 
start on a positive note, the season of spring is pleased.