Somewhat!

The elder observed my intense scrutiny of the clearing.

“I see the fire of decision in your eyes, young scion. Which path will you tread to claim Ursoc’s favor?”

{if game:Bicurious >= 80}Opting for what I quickly rationalized as a strategic compromise - though a deep, long-buried part of my subconscious recognized it was perhaps an excuse - my eyes flicked to a second massive druid. He was a bearded, broad-shouldered elf watching the rite with solemn focus, his raw masculinity making my stomach twist in an odd way.{else}Opting for what I quickly rationalized as a strategic compromise, my eyes flicked to a second massive druid - a bearded, broad-shouldered elf watching the rite with solemn focus.{endif}

“If the blessing is to be shared,” I began, trying to sound regal, “erm, let... him join us.”
“A balanced choice,” the elder bowed his head with grave respect. “Somewhat courageous, human. You wish to maximize the conduit and prove your worth to the grove. Step forward, Brother.”

The second elf stepped into my space with heavy, deliberate strides, his colossal, veiny length already freed for the rite. Flanked by two towering walls of muscle, I had no time to prepare before the elder solemnly guided his thick girth deep into my mouth. Simultaneously, the second druid pressed his heavy shaft firmly against my cheek and jawline, his expression entirely focused on the spiritual work at hand.

If only my sister, the Queen, could see me now, she’d have a stroke, I thought frantically, my royal dignity rapidly evaporating. I had only gone out for a light noon walk to clear my head, and somehow I’ve stumbled directly into some blessing that had begun to resemble an ancient fertility rite! {if game:Bicurious >= 80}And yet, despite the absolute scandal of it, a dark, traitorous thrill is running rampant under my skin at the sheer flavor of them.{endif}

“Mmmph?!” I choked out aloud, my eyes flying wide.

Trapped between them, my head held steady by calloused hands, I frantically worked my jaw on the elder while the elf rhythmically rubbed his musky heat over my nose and cheeks, maintaining an intense, almost trancelike focus on channeling the energy. I thought I was doing an admirable job, but the elder suddenly pulled free with a wet, heavy slide, his face serious.

“You show fine spirit, human, but this remains a half-measure,” the elder rumbled with absolute ceremonial authority. “The blessing cannot be fully anchored through a crowded mouth alone. For the ritual to succeed, the energy must be grounded deep into your core.” He gave a solemn nod to his companion. “Brother, seal the vessel from behind. Complete the binding.”

Grounded into my core? Is that really what the druids called it these days?

{if game:Bicurious >= 80}A heavy, dizzying pool of anticipation flooded my lower belly, my body recognizing the imminent carnal surrender before my mind could even finish conjuring another diplomatic excuse.{else}I felt a flutter of nervousness internally, my mind reeling at their odd ritualistic jargon for what was about to happen.{endif}

“Wait, erm... what?!” I tried to question, unsuccessfully.

The second giant didn’t hesitate. With unwavering ritualistic devotion, his massive hands clamped onto my hips, effortlessly hoisting my lower half into the air and pinning me on all fours with absolute precision. The cool air hit my bare skin, sending a violent shiver down my spine as the blistering heat of his enormous length pressed directly against my trembling entrance.

Looking up at the elder, who was already stepping back in with formal resolve to reclaim my mouth, a wild, frantic thought flashed through my mind.

I deeply, desperately wished this blessing was worth it, closing my eyes as the massive elf behind me began to push forward. If I endure getting thoroughly split open by a pair of forest mystics just because I decided to learn more about Night elf religion, I am never going for a stroll again, I told myself!

Then, the true weight of the ritual descended upon me. With a slow, unyielding pressure, the druid behind me began his advance, his colossal width ruthlessly parting my tight walls. A breathless, high-pitched gasp caught in my throat as he buried himself deep within me, the sheer scale of his length stretching me past my limits and anchoring me firmly to the spot. Before I could even process the foreign, intense fullness expanding inside my core, the elder leaned down and smoothly plunged his own thick girth back into my waiting mouth, completely silencing any remaining protests.

They worked in perfect, synchronized tandem, driven not by lust, but by a heavy, relentless spiritual duty. Every devastating internal thrust from behind matched the steady, rhythmic pull at my lips, sending a current of raw, magical heat straight through my spine. As my breath hitched in sheer overwhelm, a massive, warm hand from the rear druid pressed firmly against my upper back, keeping me anchored, while a low, encouraging murmur from the elder rumbled directly against my lips, silently urging my human body to stretch and accept the sacred burden.

I was completely trapped, a helpless human conduit (yes, that’s the word I’d use, not the one you’re thinking of!) pinned between two ancient giants, yet my own untouched cock began to throb in fierce, agonizing synchronization with their movements... {if game:Bicurious >= 80}It was leaking profusely, bucking in a greedy, unbidden rhythm against the empty air, completely shattering the illusion of mere compliance. I could only pray with whatever sanity I had left that they mistook my wanton, trembling pleasure for the magic of the Bear Ancients taking hold.{else}hopefully driven by nothing more than the blessing of the Bear Ancients!{endif}

By the time the ritual neared its completion, the clearing felt thick with pine, musk, and ancient magic. All around the amphitheater, the surrounding woods echoed with the grunts of other druids engaged in similar, intensely focused acts of devotion with their partners. With one last, synchronized surge of ritualistic intensity, both of my guides stiffened, flooding my system with a wave of blistering, blessed heat.

The intense friction pushed me to the absolute brink of release, my mind spinning into oblivion, but the elder suddenly pulled back a fraction, his steady hands holding my face as he rumbled an authoritative command over my lips: “Steady, human! Breathe through the fire. Do not spill your seed needlessly! Keep it within!”

Hearing his urgent guidance, I fought a frantic internal battle against my own bucking body. I gritted my teeth and desperately suppressed the mounting climax, leaning into the stabilizing weight of their hands. My entire frame trembled from the agonizing frustration of holding back, but through their grounding presence and my own sheer, torturous willpower, I managed to lock the surging energy inside myself as the so-called “Bear Ancient’s blessing” finally sealed itself deep within me.