Absorbing the blessing

For a few seconds, there was nothing but silence. I watched the elder’s expressions closely, holding my breath, though the imposing mass of his length partly blocked my view. Finally, he spoke, his voice a low rumble.

“Human, here comes the toughest part, the part that separates the braves from the cowards. To truly absorb the Bear Ancient’s blessing, your body needs to feel it deep within. Are you prepared?”

Surging with the newfound magical strength, I eagerly nodded... and to my absolute surprise, he stepped forward, and his thick length parted my lips, sliding into my mouth.

“I can see your dedication, human, you truly are worthy of Ursoc’ blessing!” , he rumbled above me as his incredible girth tested my gag reflex.

Truth be told, a small, naive part of me had harbored an inkling that their wild customs might incorporate similar acts, but my courtly mind had strongly hoped that would not be the case. Now that the reality was upon me, I urged myself to remain open-minded to their druids’ customs. {if game:Bicurious > 20} Beneath that diplomatic justification, a rush of relief washed over me that my hidden curiosity was finally being sated. As hard as I tried to deny it, my own cock was raging, throbbing, and aching against the air. I kept telling myself it was entirely the fault of the Bear Ancients’ magic. {endif}

The amphitheater quickly transformed into a full-fledged display of raw physical strength and endurance. Around us, every druid found a partner (or a few) to begin “absorbing” the blessing in the exact same manner. The absolute silence from moments ago was utterly shattered by a primal cacophony of deep grunting, yelling, and roaring that made the very air vibrate.

The elder added to the noise himself, his heavy weight rhythmically slapping against my chin over and over. I tried my best to breathe, but his sheer size made it a desperate struggle. Overwhelmed by the intense friction, the heat, and the magic, I couldn’t restrain myself any longer. I reached down, grabbed my own throbbing length, and began to stroke it... what else was I supposed to do?

The elder immediately roared in protest, stopping his movements.

“Cease, human! Your seed is imbued with Ursoc’s blessing! You must not spill it needlessly!”

Startled and intimidated by his commanding tone, I instantly pulled my hand away. The elder looked down at my flushing face, a primal, knowing smirk returning to his features.

“If you are uncomfortable, human, there are other ways of absorbing the blessing. Would you like to try them?”