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Enjoy the story! -------------------------------------------------------- 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.