No

I shook my head, much to the druid’s amusement.

“I see our ways prove too intimidating for your human taste”, he smirked.

Refuting that would be useless, nor could I do that effectively with the elder’s member firmly lodged in my mouth.

“Be at ease, human. The Great Bear’s blessing is not so easily diminished; its power will still find sufficient root within you through me.”

His words did bring me some relief as I was beginning to fear I’d have to engage even more with these druids and their... ways. With my peripheral vision, I was starting to see more than a few druids being bent over and taken forcefully by their compatriots. In some corners of the amphitheatre, by more than one at a time.

And yet, I felt what must’ve been Ursoc’s blessing building steadily within me. Simultaneously, the elder’s movement grew firmer, harder, more primal. Had I been allowed full freedom to... take care of my own needs, I would’ve done that. My own member was aching, truly aching for a release, but I kept reminding myself of the elder’s words - I must not pill my seed needlessly! Even though I doubted it ever so slightly, I placed my trust in his wisdom...

Moments later, the climax of the ritual struck. The elder let out a low, guttural roar as his pace fractured, depositing spurt after thick, heavy spurt of his seed directly into the back of my throat. The sheer volume caught me off guard, threatening to **** me. Gritting his teeth, his eyes locked onto mine, he demanded that not a single drop be wasted. Fighting the reflex, I gulped and swallowed desperately, forcing down the massive torrent until I had successfully taken the full, raw **** of the blessing...