The shaman

I had Bee pinned against the wall as I mercilessly fucked her from behind. She whimpered from my hard thrusts. I wanted a quick release, to let out my frustrations, Bee so happened to be the first bitch to cross my path. So she would suffer my wrath.

“So rough.” Bee whined.

I heard some commotion to my side and saw Elle and Kali gawking at me. I felt Bee’s pussy tighten around my shaft, It squeezed my cock that made my balls tense. Bee cried out from her orgasm, then I followed with a load of my cum shooting inside her cunt. When I released my hold on Bee she collapsed to the floor.

It was late in the evening, I left the girls back at my home to visit the shaman. I told them to stay and wait for my return.

The shaman’s hut wasn’t extravagant but a simple structure that suited the needs for his skills. Upon entering the hut, I was met with humid heat and incense smoke billowing inside. The shaman was sitting cross-legged near a lit hearth in the centre of the hut. He busied himself with a pestle and mortar, grinding up herbs. I cleared my throat to make my presence known.

“Fenrin, son of Farex. Sit by the fire.” He said without looking up from his grinding of the herbs.

I sat opposite him, the fire in-between us. The smell of oils and dried herbs, plants and grasses filled my nostrils. The shaman was dressed in traditional wolvir ceremonial robes, the hood over his head.

“I am aware of why you are here. But do you know why you were sent here?” He said.

“I already know why, I need the permission to enact a mating ceremony.”

“Hm, that is your reason for being here, but your father wanted you here for another.”

“And what’s that.” I growled. “I came for one reason.”

“Yes, the mating ceremony. Before that, you need to complete a test of sorts.” He said in a low voice.

“What is this test?”

“You need to enter a vision, a dream-trance. And there, you will be tested. You will find your true self. And find your purpose within the kingdom. This is the task all wolvir must complete, and then can you be the wolvir you were meant to be.”

I know of this dream-trance he speaks of, a concoction of herds and potions that make you go into a dream like state and see visions. They say this can help to communicate with the gods if done in front of a fire. It’s also used to find your inner struggles, what is holding you back, and facing these tribulations to overcome and become a better wolvir. It affects all wolvir differently, some find a peace with it, some find a purpose, and some find more anguish. I wonder what mine will show, and what I will face.

“After I do this, I can participate in the mating ceremony?” I asked of him.

The shaman nodded. “Yes, once you complete your dream-trance, I will accept your proposal to be mated with the human.”

“How do you know it’s a human?”

“Come now Fenrin, your reputation precedes you. Your lust and attraction for only humans. And besides, your arrival has been the talk of Luna Peak, and the bitches you’ve brought with you.”

He finished his preparation of his herbs, mixed them into some liquid beside him.

“Do we begin now?”

“Yes.” He came up to me and put the bowl in my face. I drank the contents. It tasted powerfully bitter and strong, a taste of ash and wood. He reached into a pouch at his hip, holding something hidden in his palm. He brung his closed fist to my face. Opening his fingers, he blew a sharp breath from his mouth. Dust entered my eyes and nose, a stinging pain could be felt, the scent of something earthy that burned my nostrils. I fell back, my world began to turn black as I lost consciousness.