A literotic sexstories: One With the Tribe pt2 by faringwayb ,
Dyri’s posture softened a little, but he did not back down.
The shaman remained unmoved, his fingers curling in the long mane of one of the white wolves. “Our women are treated well, human. You should be honored to take up their task.” He waved a paw and ordered Aitu and Torlarrin to “Take the human to Inotago’s tent. He needs to rest and consider his options. She will help him see to reason, or he will die.”
Two sets of powerful paws grabbed Dyri by his shoulders. The wolves pulled him, kicking and cursing, through the settlement. Shame held his tongue only once or twice when the womenfolk stopped to stare. When the curtains of a new tent house cut him off from the frostbitten world, his swears started up with new fire.
“What is all this commotion?” asked a tired female voice.
Dyri glanced over his shoulder for only a second before he was flung forward. Scrabbling to his hands and knees, he looked up into the face of a beautiful woman. Her long, blonde hair was decorated with ribbons and beads, and the braids fell past her shoulders. Swirling tribal tattoos decorated her pale face and followed the contours of her neck to her shoulders. To Dyri’s unending relief, she was blessedly human.
She blinked, inspecting him with ice-water blue eyes. Then she spoke in a hushed tone, “You’re like me.”
Dyri went to his knees and gripped her bare shoulders. “Thank the Allfather! Please, you must help me! These- These creatures,” he pointed back to the two wolves, “have made an impossible demand of me and say I must do it or die!”
The woman looked at him, shocked, then casually brushed his hands away. Dyri blushed, realizing the woman was fully nude. He looked away for a moment, then followed her feet as she padded her way to the largest wolf.
“Torlarrin,” she cooed as she pressed herself to the beast, “did you have a successful hunt?”
The big brown wolf grinned. He wrapped a strong arm around the tiny woman’s waist and said, “Brought down an elk. I’ll be sure to bring a good cut for you.”
Dyri watched in horror as the woman giggled and began to stroke the creature’s heavy sack. The pink tip of his cock becoming visible as the two flirted back and forth. It grew until the wolf’s penis was partially exposed.
The other wolf coughed, his own cock aroused by the display. “The shaman says that this new human is to either become a woman of the tribe or we will be forced to kill him. The spirits demand it, Inotago. Just as they had with you before.” The wolf extended a hand toward Dyri. “Could you help him see this is the best choice?”
Inotago’s hand paused on Torlarrin’s sheath, making the big wolf groan. She turned back to Dyri and chuckled, “Won’t be a good-looking woman, but he’s young enough.”
“Wait,” Dyri scooted further away. “Were you- You were a man like me?!”
“Oh gods no!” Inotago laughed. “I was once a shieldmaiden for my home village. I crashed here, just as you did and was given the same choice; take a new name and take a new role among the tribe or die. As you can see, I preferred life.”
“You preferred being a coward and whore for animals!”
She glared at him, “I expected to die a warrior but they would not have given me a warrior’s death. They could kill me at any time, should they be unsatisfied. At least with this option I’m alive could have taken a mate-”
“Still could,” Torlarrin growled in her ear. His large hand went to hers and urged her to keep stroking him.
She laughed and slid a finger into his sheath. “But I have so much fun being at the service of all the men here. And I have no risk of getting with child thanks to the shaman’s magic. It’s the most alive I’ve felt in ages.”
Inotago took Torlarrin’s balls in her hand and gently led him to her cushions. The other, a handsome, young grey wolf, stood back with his cock in his hand and licking his lips. Dyri realized what was about to happen and knew he would be forced to witness this unnatural mating.
“Aitu, you could join if you want.” The male didn’t hesitate but stood back a little when Torlarrin growled. The brown male sat on his knees and moaned as Inotago began to kiss and lick his cock. With her free hand, she massaged Aitu’s balls. “I suggest you get over yourself, warrior. The death they choose will not get you into Valhalla. At least like this you would be useful.”
Dyri moved away from the bed. Even with his hands over his ears, he could still hear the obscene sound of slurping and excited gasps; grunting and the gnashing of teeth. He knew it was abnormal, and he should have been disgusted. However, he couldn’t prevent the erection that grew from what he heard.
He hid behind a curtain where another set of sleeping cushions was placed. While he couldn’t see anything, his mind filled in with its own imagery. Dyri freed his cock and stroked himself to the sounds of Inotago being violated.
The beasts ravaged her in ways no man ever could, and Dyri knew it. They had her begging and crying their names in ecstasy. She gagged on their cocks and whimpered as teeth sank into her skin.
His mind began to drift as he jerked off. What did a wolf’s cock feel like? Was it anything like a man’s, or was it more filling? How was she able to take the knot so easily?
Then his mind gave him an image of himself bent over as one of the wolf creatures pushed into him. Rutting into his ass with brute force. He pictured the creatures making him beg just as Inotago begged.
Dyri’s eyes shot open as the curtain opened. Before him, the shaman and his white wolf wives. The females stared at his human cock with amused smirks. Shaman Vatea folded his arms across his chest and raised an eyebrow.
A smile curled his greying muzzle. “So, human, I take it you’re at least intrigued?”
Dyri’s face burned hot. He felt ashamed at what had been going through his mind. Now he was caught on the verge of coming undone by these strangers. He gulped and released his shaft, looking away.
“What kind of death could I expect if I refused?”
“You would be bound to a tree in the forest,” replied the shaman. “And if the cold didn’t kill you first, the crows and beasts would. Your body would be ripped apart to appease the spirits and drive the wicked things you brought with you away.”
Dyri’s fists clenched. The whore had been right… That was no way for a warrior to die. Hanging his head, Dyri sighed, “Then… I guess I have no choice but to–” his throat clenched. Swallowing, he continued, “To become a woman… for your people.”
The shaman grinned wickedly. “Then it is settled. The spirits have whispered your new name to me; Chilam is who you will be from now until the day you die.”
Vatea nodded to his wives. They exited the curtain only to return with new clothes, a bowl, dagger, a tattooing stick, and ink. The older wife, who introduced herself as Urarii, washed Dyri’s face and shaved the thin beard. Then she instructed him to get naked and, to further his humiliation, she shaved his chest, belly, and privates until almost all of him was smooth. His aroused cock twitched against the supple skin of her palm as she handled him.
When she finished, her companion, Heimata, helped the human slip into his new dress. It was a simple blue ombre buckskin decorated with colorful beads. Then she wrapped a dyed cloth around his waist, giving him soft curves.
He sat in silence as both wives applied the new tattoos that marked him as part of the tribe. It hurt only a little, but the humiliation made it worse.
Then he jumped when he felt a set of paws lift his dress. He couldn’t move even as the paws teased his cock and balls. It took all of his strength to not yelp when a claw probed at his pucked asshole. The tip just barely slipping inside.
Shaman Vatea chuckled deep in his chest. “You whimper like a virgin woman already.”
He gripped Dyri’s jaw in his free paw when his wives pulled away. His other hand pushed a lubricated finger into the human’s ass. He watched with delight as the small man struggled- pain, pleasure, humiliation evident on his face. The human’s cheeks flushed an excellent shade of pink; he remembered watching the other human react the same way years ago. This one would learn as she had.
A stream of precum slid down the human’s cock. “You like that, Chilam? The squeezing of your thighs and trembling tells me that you do.”
Vatea felt his cock slip full from its sheath. His youngest wife, Heimata, held its girth in her paw and began to stroke him. He growled low, making sure to keep eye contact with the human. His grip moved from the woman’s jaw to her throat and gave it a squeeze. Chilam would know who was in charge.
“My beloved mates, should I make her suck my cock first or do I shove it in and show her the power of our people?” Vatea asked.
“Oh, do not be cruel, my shaman,” Urarii said, rising to her feet to kiss her husband’s snarling maw. “You must ease her into womanhood.” She ran her tongue over Vatea’s teeth and whispered, “Let her get a taste of you.”
The elder wife nodded to the younger, “Heimata, show our new pack sister how to service a male properly. You better pay attention to her, human. Heimata’s skill with her tongue has no competition.”
Once the shaman removed his finger, Dyri was forced to his knees. Taking his hand in her paw, the younger wife joined him and brought his hand to the shaman’s heavy sack. One testicle filled his palm easily; the skin flexed on contact and felt warm under the soft fur.
“Take in the scent,” Heimata instructed gently. Her voice was delicate and kind as she had Dyri massage the testicle he palmed. Her other hand urged his face closer. “Take in the scent, breathe it in and let it relax you.”
Dyri wanted to do no such thing. However, his survival depended on this humiliation. Doing as the she-wolf instructed, he found his nose pressed to the shaman’s sack taking in the heavy musk. It smelt of fur, dirt, sweat, and the herbs that had been used as incense.
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