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Flesh rent to ribbons. Blood soaked the earth. To reach the ripe old age of forty was a feat unthinkable. A feat of dark magic at best. But the courageous union of one young man when he was yet a seedless boy, and one young woman when she was yet a budding flower, bore the fruit that we honour here today. The roots of our tribe grew thick and deep that day, every passing union in the honour of the first ones strengthening their grip in the earth. And enabling the mighty bark up above to weather the most formidable storms. We have never bent the knee, young ones. And we shall burn before we ever do. Such is the creed of the ones conceived in inferno. Our tribe of the Hellion Flame.”\n\nThe mature wolf’s fingers dip into the bowls with bright red and orange and yellow, careful not to spill a drop of his expensive pigments. Comfortable at the ripe old age of his mid-forties, Shaman Mota’s lips are curled in a mysterious jovial smile while the tips of his digits trace over the young wolf boy’s body, drawing the sacred symbols of flame and rebirth upon T’pau’s young canvas. The embers of creation are circled upon the thirteen-year-old’s scrotum in bright yellow with reverence for their potential of life, life that is so eager to emerge and further strengthen the tribe. Shaman Mota has foreseen the powerful omens. Not just because of the boy’s line of heritage producing the strongest leaders the tribe has seen in decennia, but also because of the mysterious gift from their divine spirit just short of a year ago. The gift in the form of a grey and white wolf girl, currently moaning on top of the comfortable hides and furs in the spiritual leader’s hut, with her hands holding the taut shape of her incredibly pregnant stomach. A droplet of moonlight captured by the blazing sun, and bestowed upon the tribe of Hellion Flame as a reward for their devotion. Mota can remember the moment like it was yesterday.\n\nA messenger of a hunting party had returned to their tribe’s citadel, built upon the ruins and ashes of a previous tribe long conquered by theirs. How the fools had managed to bend the very earth to their will and produce stone pyramids as tall as the trees is still a mystery. Sorcery, most likely. But within the halls of Chief Lokata’s throne where the council of elders had been convening to advise their leader, one of their hunters being had rushed through to deliver a most urgent message. A young wolf girl had been found, stranded upon the riverbanks leading out to the great and terrible sea. And not just any girl, but one with fur as pale and grey as moonlight, and just as cold and beautiful. Unheard of within these lands, for its wolves had been blessed by the magnificent sun to bear coats of fur in shades of auburn. Browns with hues of red, black, and beige.\n\nThe girl had been easily captured, unconscious the whole transport to the citadel, and she could have been perceived dead if not for Shaman Mota’s herbs of awakening jolting her back to life once brought to her nose. She looked terrified, placed in the middle of the throne room and in front of the dark eyes of Chief Lokata. The leader’s virile sheath had twitched and throbbed at the sight of such a young flower of such exotic genesis, and if it hadn’t been for Mota’s intervention, he may have rutted and perhaps even torn her to shreds for having such power over him. The chief would never strike an elder, a valuable advisor to his pack and tribe, but that day, Shaman Mota felt the blazing flames of the afterlife lick at his heels when he stopped the imposing virile alpha male from punishing the girl for her insolent seduction of his will.\n\n“She is a gift from Hellion!” the shaman had cried, trembling before the younger and much stronger male as he barred Lokata’s path to the weeping girl. The gathered pack had witnessed Mota’s defiance from the shadows of the stone halls, wondering whether blood would be shed. Chief Lokata had drawn but a few drops when he sliced Mota’s cheek. A fair price for his brazen intervention. With the price paid and his instincts subdued for a moment, Lokata had listened to his old advisor’s words of wisdom. The girl is not an intruder, but a captured female to be utilised to the greatest extend of her capabilities. Pups born from the union between fire and water, between the sun and the moon, would not only enrich the stagnating bloodlines of the pack, but introduce a new kind of flame within their hearts. Cold and calculating, cunning and intelligence to not temper but enhance the raw passion and destructive power of their innate flame.\n\nThe prospect of breeding the whimpering little bitch wolf, seemingly no older than eleven to twelve summers, excited the alpha leader greatly as was proven by his virile canine member emerging from his thick heavy sheath. But Mota recognised the age of his respected leader. Now in his early thirties, Chief Lokata had already produced pups whom are now reaching the age of full adulthood. A match closer in age to the girl’s would be blessed by Hellion, Shaman Mota assured. To spoil such a gift with seed that is not as pristine and youthful as her budding flower would be an affront to Hellion. And so, Chief Lokata begrudgingly pushed forwards one of his many sons, T’pau, whom had been closest in age to the girl’s.\n\n- “Breed. You two shall not leave these halls until her moon holes are overflowing with the seed of a true descendant of Hellion. Until her body forfeits the bleeding of the lunar cycle. And when it does, my manhood shall taste the soil in which my son has sown my grandchildren!”\n\nThe moon wolf girl had objected with all her might, struggling and speaking in that strange unknown lunar tongue of hers, begging and pleading while she had been held in place by several virile young men. While a boy about half the age of these men was tasked to mount her and sire his alpha, his father, the grandchildren born of moon and sun as prophesied by Shaman Mota.\n\nT’pau had not been chosen for his father’s favour, but for the requirement Mota had stipulated of needing to be as close in age as possible. The young boy had inherited all of his father’s rugged good looks, even the fiery golden pupils in black sclera and the fangs sticking down from the corners of his maw. But there was kindness in his heart, and compassion for the crying girl. He had mounted her just roughly enough for his father to not interfere, but gentle enough to save her body the trauma that his alpha would have inflicted upon her.\n\nChief Lokata had been true to his word. The girl and his son did not leave the throne room or his sight for weeks, both required to fornicate as soon as his son’s virility recuperated from the last rutting. Lokata did sleep, right there on his throne, and during these quiet moments Shaman Mota tried to converse with the girl. She had been exhausted yet still combative, understandable in her position, but eventually she warmed up to both Mota and T’pau. Her language was strange, possibly a dialect the shaman once heard of, and he deduced that her name was Ember. A most fortuitous omen, indeed. An ember of the moon, captured by Hellion to rekindle the stagnating blood within their pack. A sentiment shared by the other elders and even Chief Lokata.\n\nAnd when Shaman Mota confirmed Ember was with child after a few weeks, the alpha had kept his word in covering her small form himself. Right then and there in front of the whole tribe. Braziers had been lit in tribute to the glory of Hellion, and the drummers had been aroused to coax their mighty feral manhoods out into the open to swing back and forth with powerful slaps against their muscular thighs with each beat on their oversized drums. The beat of their sticks and cocks perfectly synchronised with the agonisingly slow, then fast, thrusts of their leader into the moon child’s swollen black feral canine vulva. Stretching her further than his son ever had, and making her howl when his enormous knot finally forced its way inside, seating inside and burning her young girlhood as if it had been the smouldering embers of a blazing inferno. Scorching his mark as her alpha forever into the tender flesh of her sown fields.\n\nAnd even then, Ember had defied the alpha. Struggling against him, pushing and snarling at him. Earning herself a few deep scratches and bite marks. Lokata recognising her value and even enjoying her resistance. Ejaculating deeply inside of her clenching womb where his son’s seed had already taken root. Appreciating the fierceness she would add to his grandchildren.\n\nThen, finally, Ember had been allowed to leave the throne room. Given to Shaman Mota to be watched over each hour of the day. To guard the precious future of the tribe growing within her barely teenage uterus.\n\nLokata had sent his son T’pau to the shaman’s hut every day. To repeat the ritual of insemination. To nourish and feed the unborn foetus within her sacred womb with the semen of its father, to help it grow strong and fiercesome. Their bond grew overtime, both being in positions neither wanted yet could not escape, relying solely on the kindness and understand of Shaman Mota to offer them reprieve. To let them talk and play, to learn each other’s language and culture, without the constant need for fornication. Ember had insisted on taking care of the older wolf’s sexual needs as well as a way of expressing gratitude, an offer Mota declined at first citing he did not wish to exert the same force of his leader onto her, but the grey moon wolf girl had gladly perched atop the mature elder’s lap to guide the emerging virility from his sheath inside her young blossoming flower.\n\nAnd now, the kind shaman’s fingers are gently drawing the symbols of his tribe’s divine Hellion upon the body of T’pau in his hut in sacred red, orange, and yellow, while Ember is in the throes of her contractions. He had not informed the boy’s father, for his alpha would certainly make a public spectacle out of the birth of his prophesied grandchild. And that’s the last thing the lovely Ember needed in such a vulnerable moment of her young life. Certainly, Mota would pay the price. Be roughed up a little. Maybe sodomised by his alpha to set him straight. But Lokata won’t maim or kill him. He respects the elder too much. A small price to keep Ember’s most vulnerable and most important moment gentle and tender.\n\nThe elder wolf with his stomach bulging in the muscular gut of a slightly chubby man his age and with his large heavy balls cradled reverently by young T’pau as a token of respect common between males in their tribe, finally finishes drawing the fiery symbols upon the young wolf boy’s body. Ember’s amber eyes glance over as she huffs and puffs, holding her taut stomach as the waves of pain ripple through her form, the girl feeling the excited movement of the unborn within. She has learned some of the Hellion tongue, and Mota and T’pau have learned in turn what Ember calls the tongue of the ‘Wetlands’. The language of her civilisation across the sea, of stone houses and domesticated animals, of wheels and horse-drawn carts, and of fire able to be summoned with the flick of a tinder box.\n\nT’pau smiles warmly at her, his eyes full of adoration and affection for the girl. In their time together while Ember’s stomach grew with their child, so too did their hearts grow for each other. Love is a rare commodity in the tribe, and Shaman Mota beseeched them to savour every moment of it. T’pau’s excitement is already showing, the very tip of his pink boyish member peeking from his sheath, which elicits a playful tug on it from the older wolf male in his forties. Making the boy giggle in an unguarded childish moment.\n\n“Savour the serenity and the safety of my hut tonight, dear children, for come morning I will need to produce your child for our leader. But tonight, partake of each other’s flesh and soul. And that of your future child. Welcome them into this world born from fire and water. In the twilight of dusk where moon and sun briefly meet and say farewell so quickly. And imprint upon it the gentleness and affection the tribe so dearly needs more of.”\n\nMota’s mature fingers, thick and calloused with age, slowly dip into a new bowl and suddenly produce a most vibrant blue from it. A rare colour in nature, and an even rarer colour of pigment. Especially retrieved by the trackers the shaman had sent to the mountains for the rare blue flowers growing there. A special gift to lift Ember’s spirits and commemorate her great endurance of being thrust into their tribe’s ways without recourse. The older wolf starts drawing a uterus in the shape of a crescent moon on Ember’s firm stomach, her many canine nipples swollen and seeping sweet mother’s milk, saturating the air with her aroma. And further coaxing T’pau’s poor thirteen-year-old feral canine erection from his sheath. Both males can see even more droplets trickling from the swollen teats as the unborn pup within Ember’s womb kicks out in excitement, making the glistening pink areolas wobble a little in its momentum.\n\n“I have drawn Hellion’s fiery ascension upon your body and bestowed his blessing upon the mighty stones and spear with which you fertilised Ember’s fields of womanhood, young T’pau. See what I’m drawing on her skin and fur? That’s the womb, the waning moon forming the womanly receptacle which submits to the sun’s radiance and received its droplets of liquid fire directly into its cradle from the mighty weapon you wield between your legs. Coax yourself hither, young prince, as you shall need to seal your union by offering your unborn child the fire of Hellion before it draws its first breath. And once more to assure the endurance of the fruit of your loins by coupling with it as it emerges into this world. Such is the privilege of a father. His birthright.”\n\nShaman Mota briefly thinks back on the ceremony where Chief Lokata had one of his mates held down and legs spread wide by the virile young men of his tribe, and young T’pau emerged from between her thighs after the chief took her deeply in front of his subjects in a very public display of dominance and ownership. The alpha wolf had not been gentle with his newborn son, but Mota had been able to temper his most savage of instincts. To guide the beast’s unbridled lust by quite literally taking matters into his own hands as the spiritual leader of the tribe. And safeguard T’pau’s future while also respecting his alpha’s right to the boy’s then very fragile tiny body. The slender pointy tip of the male wolf anatomy facilitates this, but urges need to be controlled. To be realistic with what such pristine new life and flesh can endure.\n\nThe elder wolf in his forties with his endearing soft yet firm muscle gut, a ‘dad bod’ some would call it, finishes drawing beautiful representations of waxing and waning moons in vibrant blue pigment on Ember’s many swollen nipples, making the girl coo with some pleasure in between the pains of contractions. T’pau’s pink teenage boyhood is throbbing firmly, just the small knot still hidden within his sheath, as he sits between Ember’s splayed open legs while she writhes back and forth in pain. Holding the bulging pregnant stomach with both her hands while T’pau’s eyes are fixated on the swollen glistening black lips of her feral sex, her ‘cookie’ as a female’s feral pussy is liked to be called by wolves when they’re feeling particularly sentimental. Mota smirks as he regards the young prince’s enthusiasm with endearment.\n\n“It seems Hellion’s blaze cannot be contained for long without being consumed by its own heat, young T’pau. Go on, then. Meld with the daughter born from the moon and bestow your fiery warmth upon her cool fertile depths. Revel in the first taste of the fruit your loins are bearing together.”\n\nThe scene does not leave Shaman Mota unaffected, and the shorter but very thick tip of his own manly member has breeched the dark lips of his sheath as well. The chubby older man, an elder by the standards of the tribe, possesses a very large and heavy scrotum, about one-and-a-half times bigger than even his revered alpha’s. Yet his manhood is shorter and thicker. There is no need for Mota to abstain from enjoy the ceremonies he conducts, there are no written or unwritten rules about his involvement, and in such a rare occasion of sweet and tender lovemaking in his tribe, he cannot help but gently grasp his thick sheath to massage forth the remainder of his wolfly penis. An unspoken compliment to the hearth kindling between the two young lovers in both body and soul.\n\nEmber coos when T’pau’s slender fingers caress her swollen twelve-year-old feral sex, his short claws raking so wonderfully coarsely over the glistening wet sensitive lips of the grey wolf girl’s labia. The young boy’s hands then place themselves with the palms flat in the crux of Ember’s thighs on either side of the birthing teenager’s winking ‘cookie’ and gently start massaging the plump shiny blackness with his thumbs. The digits slowly peeling Ember’s sex open like a salacious overripe fruit, revealing the glistening virginal pink inside as well as the contracting ring of her aching birthing canal. The mere sight causes T’pau’s excited boy penis to throb and squirt a string of glistening clear precum across that beautifully swollen girlish vulva, and across the heaving pregnant mount looming above it.\n\n“That’s it, young T’pau. Savour the sight of her. The scent of her. That wonderfully slippery touch. Breeding can be rough and beastly, but lovemaking is marked by tenderness and genuine desire to please each other. Which one do you feel applies to you and young Ember here?”\n\nThe shaman’s words are deep and fatherly, offering T’pau the paternal guidance and softness he never received from his own father. The young boy with fur imbued by the same auburn, red, black, and beige which his father possesses, breaks his gaze from Ember’s yearning sex, his index slowly and shallowly tracing up and down her slit. Producing even more girly juices of excitement to drip down from her winking cleft onto the comfortable furs below.\n\n- “I want to make Ember feel good, Shaman Mota. Not like my father does.”\n\nMota nods approvingly while he sits cross-legged next to the two young lovers, resting his heavy balls upon the soft furs and lazily masturbating to the scene.\n\n“I think you’re doing very well in accomplishing that, young prince. Just look at Ember’s beautiful amber eyes. The way her bottom lip hangs open while she takes short burdened breaths. How her thighs spread for your gaze and touch, and how her adolescent sex yearns to be near you. Those are not the signals of a uterus taken by force, of a girl thrust into a harem of mates without recourse. She offers herself willingly because you care about her. Because your body and soul yearn for her. Such loyalty and affection can never be taken, young prince. Like the seed of a flower, such a precious thing needs to be cared for and cultivated over time. Like you two did while your child grew within Ember’s womb. Never forget this moment, T’pau. How powerfully these feelings overwhelm you right now. Tenderness is not weakness. It strengthens your bond, and if you apply these lessons to your life henceforth, they will strengthen the pack. Do not forget, young prince. For one day, you may be the alpha. And we need a leader who tempers ruthless strength with compassion. Remember.”\n\nThe shaman’s warm hand lands upon T’pau’s shoulder, and tenderly strokes down his back over his flank, making the wolf boy of thirteen shudder. Such a simple gesture, yet such powerful reaction. A touch of fatherly approval cementing within his young mind the potency of empathy.\n\nEmber’s hands briefly release her swollen mammoth stomach and gently take hold of T’pau’s hands still resting next to her sex. Slowly, they direct the boy’s paws to the mound she had been holding like a precious treasure, and in the same motion she draws her lover closer into her. Letting T’pau embrace her pregnant belly while comfortably slotting his waist into her as he sits on his knees between her legs, his nearly fully emerged pink canine boy penis warmly embraced by the scorching lips of her wet sex. For now the two aching sets of genitals rubbing and grinding against each other in a bout of gentle outercourse.\n\n- “Feel them, T’pau. Prickly rose of the sun. He or she is dying to be born in the cradle of our laps. To finally reveal whether we’ll have a son or daughter. They have been so impatient to meet us. You’ll love them all the same just like I will, right?”\n\nT’pau, his fur of reddish brown hues contrasting so beautifully with Ember’s grey and white, looks at her for a moment as he processes her question but then takes away any doubt as he leans fully into her with his entire body. He embraces the swollen mound of her stomach with both arms, careful not to apply too much of his weight on it as he nuzzles the precious bump and hugs it closely to his own stomach, chest, and face. The thirteen-year-old hunches his hips into the twelve-year-old girl’s, the tip of his penis firmly pressed in the underside of her pregnant stomach while it squirts little jets of precum in happy rhythmic cadence.\n\n“Of course, Ember. Soft and enduring moonvine. I shall apply all we’ve learned from Shaman Mota. I shall cherish and love our pup unconditionally. May I… May I venture forth to meet them, Ember of the moon?”\n\nShaman Mota fades into the background as only the two young lovers and their unborn child seem to exist in this small pocket of their world, safely stowed away in the confines of the elder’s hut. While T’pau leans his body on Ember’s, the pubescent girl hunches her hips forwards against his, and her aching sex smoothly swallows his throbbing juvenile penis. Clenching tightly around the sensitive shaft as it effortlessly slides down inside her impossible warmth, enveloped by her slick inner walls in a comforting squeeze of welcomeness.\n\n“Oh! Ember. You’re so wet. And so warm.”\n\n- “Even the moon’s light is just a reflection of the sun’s warmth, T’pau. My body is simply returning to you the heat and brilliance which you have bestowed upon me since the first day. Be gentle but do not hold back. Our pup is waiting for their father’s love.”\n\nMoving barely within the two young teens’ consciousness, Shaman Mota sits down right next to them, gently coaxing his hands between the two lovers as he begins to massage Ember’s swollen stomach. Taking care not to smear the precious blue painted symbols on her belly while it starts to mingle naturally with T’pau’s fiery pigments. Symbolising the union of their respective worlds as they lose themselves more in the passion of lovemaking during the birth of their child. The shaman gently feels for the unborn cub’s position through Ember’s skin, the two pubescent children aroused and locking their lips in a passionate kiss while their elder works to reposition the pup within. His large strong hands brushing against the rows of swollen nipples flanking Ember’s taut stomach, occasionally drawing up his hands and wrists to lick the spilled mother’s milk from them. She tastes as pure and virginal as a first-time mother-to-be ought to. The two young pups don’t even realise the sheer taste of Ember’s milk causes the shaman’s body to involuntarily erupt and coat the both of them in his first ejaculation. The air becomes saturated with the scent of girly sweetness, boyish sweat, incense, and now the earthy tanginess of the elder’s virile seed. A fatherly blessing upon the two juvenile lovers.\n\nThe elder’s work continues uninterrupted, though, even as his swollen shaft still pulsates to reapply the natural lotion of male virility upon his two wards, Mota’s sensitive bulbous knot still trapped within his sheath and maintaining his hardness forcefully. And while the two young teenage wolves grind and rut so delicately and softly, Shaman Mota’s hands ensure the unborn baby within Ember’s womb is positioned perfectly for what’s to come. To receive its father’s blessings readily between its chubby open legs, and to subsequently be born in the breech position.\n\nEmber and T’pau’s lips lock together hungrily, their exasperated breaths warm upon each other’s tongues as strands of their combined saliva are exchanged and connect the two each time they draw back to gasp. Their eyes, amber in white and golden in black respectively, are locked onto each other and speak of desperate need. Their flavour surprisingly unspoiled and sweet, childish, with a tiny hint of their budding adolescence. Refreshing on her part, invigorating on his. Their small hands explore without pause, grabbing hold of each other while they hunch their loins together, forcing the swelling base of T’pau’s knot to suddenly emerge from his sheath and scorch its burning heat against Ember’s equally searing swollen girly sex. Male and female arousal flowing like the juices from overripe fruit smashed together.\n\n“I… I found your inner mouth, Ember. The last bastion. My tip is caressing the velvety bulging ring of your womb. Can you feel me? Am I welcome?”\n\nEmber exhales exasperatedly, her small claws digging so bittersweetly into T’pau’s back and scratching her needs into his flesh like a scribe would chisel the holy symbols of Hellion in the stones of the alpha’s ziggurat. Her breath is still burdened by the birthing pains, but her body is heating up with pleasures never felt before. To be taken by her lover’s manly but boyish rod while her unborn child tries to enter the world. While the life within her has been positioned by the shaman to receive its father’s blessing equally as welcoming as her own legs splayed open so invitingly. Ember’s many breasts swollen with aching motherly desire and lust, seeping the sweet flavour of her girly cream into her teenage lover’s fur with each thrust. The teats at the top, on her chest, being the largest, and the lower ones gradually becoming smaller towards her lower body. Ready to nurse and feed many pups, like their ancestors used to birth.\n\n- “Yes, my radiant sun. Let no gate stand in your way. Breech my inner sanctum. Release our pup from the loving bastille of my womb. Let them know your presence firsthand.”\n\nShaman Mota gently guides T’pau’s hands back onto Ember’s taut pregnant bulging stomach, letting him caress and then grip a firm hold of the teats flanking the mound. Uncaring of the traces of mature wolf cum still decorate both their bodies and her sweetly dripping nipples. Using them for leverage while the teenage wolf boy thrusts as deeply as possible, the pointy tip of his canine cock only held back by his knot being denied entrance still from Ember’s puffy outer labia. Caressing the dimple of her cervix so sweetly as he gyrates his hips. Eager to meet the unborn life beyond, so close and yet so far.\n\nThe mature wolf overseeing the birthing ritual lights his pipe with the spiritually enhancing herbs from his stores. Still hard, still knotted out of his sheath, still spritzing the two young rutting wolf children with his seed.\n\nMota then gently cradles the back of T’pau’s head and turns it to face him. Their eyes finding each other, the former dreamy with mind enhancing herbs while the latter is becoming more delirious with lust and need each passing minute of the rite. The shaman then brings his lips close to T’pau’s and gently blows out a steady stream of smoke into the young boy’s mouth, feeling him startle and struggle for just a moment. But he keeps his grip firm and blows the smoke up into the teenage boy’s mouth and nostrils, letting his body absorb his spiritual guidance and saturating it fully by the time his long breath ends. Leaving T’pau’s cock throbbing harshly against the mouth of Ember’s womb.\n\nThen, Ember too is treated to a deep exhale of the mind enhancing weeds, her head leaning into his grasp and nearly causing her to purr as her body drinks deeply of Mota’s life-changing breath. Making her coo and moan, the birthing pains further dulled and even slowly transforming into pleasure. Loosening her up and making her swollen glistening sex sigh around T’pau’s knot. By the time Mota’s exhalation ends, Ember’s vaginal canal relents and admits her lover’s bulbous knot, the mass of sensitive male pleasure suddenly popping inside and seating itself snuggly within her young slit. The added length causing T’pau’s cock head to finally breech the final barrier between it and his unborn child, as the tip is now experiencing the immeasurable heat of her womb. The warmth of the very sun itself embraces his cock lovingly when his penis makes first contact with the soft skin and fur of the tiny creature within.\n\n“That’s it, young prince. Feel her relax. Feel the both of you relenting. Can you feel the child? Flesh born from your loins. An avatar of the sun and moon from your joined seed and soil. Embrace them. Nurture them. Let them know their father loves them. And forevermore sate the curiosity of whether your first child is male or female.”\n\nMota exhales even more enhancing smoke into the joined faces of his young wards, their eyes blanking out a little as their wits take a backseat to their bodily urges. Letting their flesh take the lead in welcoming their first child. T’pau is staring off with a million mile stare, grinning sheepishly like a goof just like Ember is. Her birthing pains a thing of the past, transformed into the ultimate pleasure becoming a first-time mother holds.\n\n- “Ah. Their flesh… It’s so soft. So wet and slick. I can feel their chubby thighs, chastely trying to hide from me. Teasing their daddy…”\n\nT’pau gently hunches forwards, his knot sunk completely inside Ember’s aching cunt lips, squeezing his base in a vice grip while she moans and mewls with each sensation transferred from her child’s body into her own. Almost as if she can feel her lover’s cock caress and trace her own buttocks. Slowly moving up to the crux of her crotch where he’s currently already firmly plugged and seated. Shaman Mota breathes out another cloud of stimulating smoke, filling the small hut with its enhancing properties. And obscuring sight just a little.\n\n“There is nothing more pure than a father touching their unborn pup for the very first time, young prince. And you are astute. Your baby is not hiding or recoiling from your loving touch. It is playful, just like its parents are. Go on. Just a little higher. Slip between those welcoming mischievous tiny thighs. Learn the hidden secrets of their body.”\n\nEmber moans out, and while T’pau’s one hand remains firmly clasped around one of her swollen tits, his other seeks hers and intertwines his fingers with hers. Making the revelation a shared one. More intimate. In his sensual dance, the young father-to-be gyrates his hips while pressing more into Ember’s body, directing the tip of his canine penis against the bulge of what could be a little scrotum or the lips of a tiny vulva pressed together. And then, along with a shudder of seemingly overwhelming pleasure wracking the unborn foetus’ body, the pointy tip of T’pau’s pubescent canine cock slides ever so gently into the cleft of the tiny mound. Revealing the heated clenching sex of the baby to be female as her daddy’s penis has finally discovered her coy little secret in a gentle massaging motion of outercourse. The thirteen-year-old wolf boy’s tip slides warmly against the tiny feral canine vulva of his unborn daughter, hugged tight by her tight chubby hips squeezing together in ecstasy.\n\nT’pau’s young virile body stiffens while his muzzle hangs open in ecstasy, his black and golden eyes firmly locked with her white and amber ones, frozen in an unspoken revelation before the overwhelming shudder of unstoppable rhapsody causes his whole body to tremble and shake. He dives forwards and locks his lips with Ember’s, the girl a little startled with the intensity of T’pau’s utterance of joy and orgasm, and her own body quivering in a mind-shattering orgasm along his as T’pau simply utters one tiny word inside her mouth while his knot swells and locks the together in an unbreakable tie.\n\n- “G-girl.”\n\nThick watery spurts of semen rush forth from T’pau’s teenage penis, splattering wetly against the unborn baby’s ‘cookie’ and up along her tiny torso as her father’s penis effectively thrusts through her chubby thighs like he would an actual pussy. Coating the excitedly kicking and wriggling unborn baby girl’s entire body in a thick layer of his fatherly love, imprinting upon her the scent of him before she’s even left the womb. Her tiny tongue sampling him before she’s even tasted her mother’s milk.\n\nEmber doesn’t manage to wrap her legs around her young soulmate’s hips due to her body’s imminent birthing stance, but her fingers and claws dig into T’pau’s buttocks nonetheless to keep him as deeply connected to her as possible while she shudders in a devastating orgasm of her own. Her black glistening feral canine pussy throbs and sucks itself taut against the base of T’pau’s sheath while squeezing his knot with the grip of a fully grown warrior’s hand, making him howl out in pleasure alongside her own cries. Her pulsating pussy squirting out powerful jets of womanly arousal as well as the leaking amniotic fluids slowly draining from her uterus. Ember ensuring to keep her lover’s penis connected to her unborn baby’s body as she too revels in the foetus’ sensations through their shared connection, the pulsing umbilical cord making them share every salacious little touch as mother and daughter.\n\nShaman Mota can’t help but smile through his drug-induced haze, his eyes half-lidded eyes. He still continues to smoke with one hand while the other massages his thick sheath-covered knot, the mature man’s thick wolf cock still squirting little spurts of ejaculate from his earlier orgasm. All over himself and the two orgasmically blissful lovers barely old enough to produce a man’s wetness or experience their monthly bleed.\n\n“That’s good, T’pau. Ember. Such a good boy and girl you are. Savour and cherish this orgasm. You will never experience another like it. Not until your next child shall be born. For only the deep connection, body and soul, between a mother and a father and their unborn child within its womb can produce it. This is why the alpha has gifted you with so many brothers and sisters, young prince. He’d addicted to it. Yet he can never know the added pleasure affectionate touch brings to the table. You have and you shall henceforth. Use this knowledge wisely, T’pau. Do not thread into your father’s footsteps and breed only for orgasmic bliss. Do it because you’ll love each and every pup the loins of your mates shall produce. The feeling of pride, love, and connection having them suckle from you as you nurse them from your manly penis cannot be substituted for any carnal pleasure. Never forget, young prince. And neither you… Princess.”\n\nThe paint between the two young teenagers has smudged to the point of becoming greenish brown smears. A natural result of their steamy love making and the eager welcoming of their unborn child into this world. T’pau stays tied to Ember while the two calm down in the embrace of the shaman’s warm comforting arms, his strong paternal caresses of both their bodies nurturing their souls and filling a void that was left by T’pau’s real father. The two speak sweet nothings to each other throughout, and even make light conversation and joke around with Shaman Mota while he cradles them protectively in his strong arms. T’pau describes every detail and contour of his unborn daughter’s body as he traces it with his still cum-squirting tip, making sure to massage every droplet lovingly into her skin and fur at the shaman’s direction. How the unborn baby girl’s ‘cookie’ seems to pulse and throb the very same way as her mother’s. The tiny bumps of her nearly non-existent nipples in rows upon her belly. The curious but involuntary fingers of her tiny hands explore the delicate sensitive surface of his tip. And how she keeps squeezing her thighs together around his shaft, keeping him nice and erect and ejaculating for the half hour following their initial tie.\n\nEmber sighs deeply and softly, her amber eyes dreamily drinking in the sight of her sweaty boyish lover. His handsome features resembling so many of his dad’s but in a kind and sweet package. So much more gentle and compassionate. She utters soft adoration for the way his fingers explore her twelve-year-old pregnant body, not only for lustful purposes, but in sheer adoration and infatuation. Out of the need he feels to make her feel good too during her labour.\n\nSlowly, as if time has no longer hold on the tiny hut filled with the smoke of mind-enhancing herbs, T’pau’s knot is eventually released and the teenagers’ beautiful daughter is born sliding into the world from her mother’s loins with spread open legs. The tip of her father’s penis remains firmly wedged inside her tiny feral canine pussy all the way out, the black cookie glistening in the brilliant light of the braziers and candles with the manly essence of her daddy. And her mother’s womanly arousal. Straight onto the long white strip of cloth Shaman Mota had prepared, the soft fabric even decorated with blue stripes of the insanely rare and expensive blue pigment. The blue and white cloth shall absorb all of their shared bodily fluids and be imbued with the scents of mother, father, and child, and then serve as the most comfortable and most expensive baby wrap the tribe has ever seen. A special shawl for a very special birth.\n\nThe newborn baby lies between the open legs of her mother and father, T’pau’s manly boyish weapon trembling over her tiny slit as the two body parts are still connected with a firm strand of his ejaculate. And naturally, the newborn baby girl is still connected to her mother too via the fleshy firm umbilical cord leading from the centre of her tummy back inside Ember’s gaping glistening girlhood.\n\nSwiftly and before the newborn can cry her first breaths of life, Shaman Mota’s firm hands hold the wet baby steady with her little chubby legs spread open wide to display her tiny swollen sex wetly and proudly. The elder wolf in his forties produces a long slender tool of ivory, especially made for vaginal and anal insertion of the newborns in their tribe, with a little curved broader tip almost like a tiny flat spoon. Shaman Mota gently places the instrument in T’pau’s trembling teenage hand, enclosing the boy’s shivering fingers with his own as he helps guide the tiny flat spoon-like head of it to seat snuggly into the vertical slit of the boy’s newborn baby girl. Making both their canine tips squirt another dollop of precum each as they both realise what they’re about to do to the whimpering squirming newborn infant girl.\n\n“It’s a father’s pleasure to claim the first of his newborn baby boy or girl, T’pau. But their tiny bodies cannot accommodate even our slender canine tips without preparation. This tool has served for generations, even during your birth, to help open up the thirsty little bodies of our new arrivals for their fathers or caregivers to claim. Ideally, the first thrust lines up with their first cry of life. Symbolising both their need and desire for life and their need to bond with their father.”\n\nShaman Mota’s hand keeps T’pau’s firmly enclosed with his own, holding the tiny spoon-like flat tip of the ivory rod seated securely within the newborn baby girl’s chubby slit. The elder’s other hand draws up the umbilical cord still connecting mother and child, handing it over to the exhausted but attentive Ember to sever.\n\n“Mother and father must time their efforts, symbolising the way they shall work together to raise the pup into a strong and wise adult. When Ember severs her bodily connection with your child, the father’s must ensue effortlessly in one smooth push. As deeply as he deems safe. And help prepare her for his proud fatherly rod to seat inside of her tiny glistening body. Are you ready, children of the sun and the moon? T’pau? Ember?”\n\nEmber’s many girly teats are swollen and seeping milk continuously, her birthing hormones signalling that production needs to ensue at full capacity to feed the baby it just bore. She places the umbilical cord between her teeth and holds, ready to chew through. Her eyes firmly locked with her mate’s.\n\nT’pau’s body is trembling in anticipation and terror, the boy so deathly afraid of messing up the ritual. Or worse. But Shaman Mota’s body envelops his from behind and securely holds the boy’s hand steady. He won’t fail with the warm secure guidance of this replacement father figure, which ideally should have come from his real dad.\n\nBoth boy and girl nod. They’re ready. It seems like minutes have passed by, but in reality only seconds passed from their baby’s entrance into this world. And they’re ready to welcome her into it properly. Deeply and intimately. The shaman’s lips brush against T’pau’s, his hot breath washing over the shivering boy’s neck.\n\n“Good. Ready? Sever the cord and insert the tool as deeply as you feel comfortable with at my count. … Three. ... Two. … One. … Push!”" }