Ambassador's Log: Kitseve Festival in the Lutrai Islands
This is a tale of Ambassador Castra's journey to the far-away islands of the Lutrai, and she arrives in time for their annual breeding and fertility festival
The Ambassador's Log: Kitseve Festival in the Lutrai Islands
A story by Croco Chilton
(All characters, including those based on other stories and RPs, are © to their respective owners)
The past couple of weeks have been a blur for me, and to recall the events that I have just experienced will be a challenge to say the least. But it is one that I will gladly take up, for that night is, was, and will always be something that I will remember and cherish for the rest of my days in this realm, or in any other. I do not know how the Council back in Ceropolis will react to these next lines I am about to write, but I do know that I am fearful of losing these memories. So even if no one is to ever read this passage, it is my solemn duty to record the events, just as I have in every other land that I have set foot in.
A sigh came from the ambassador's beak as she rose and stretched herself out to greet the day. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, which offered nothing but what seemed to be endless ocean as Castra went about preparing herself to go about another day among the natives of the tropical island paradise she found herself on. She could tell that there was a distinct buzz here, but from her observations concluded that there was something big in the works for her as she stepped out of the small hut that had been designated for her. It had been a long time since this seaside village had seen what they referred to as a "round-head", but the ceratopsian regarded their curiosity with a touch of pride. If only there was a way for her to show just how intrigued and curious she was with the natives; she had heard so much about the Lutrai tribes, and that her travels had taken her to an island where they were abundant was regarded as a blessing to her.
And as she stepped out of the modest hut and into the morning sun, where she was greeted by a high-pitched chirp. Castra was a fair bit taller than the lutraic natives, where the tallest males only came to about five and a half feet tall, or about three inches or so away from the base of her frill where it meets at the forehead. And she was relieved to see that she was not the only one that had a fair bit of extra paunch to her, which was evident when she met the chieftain of the village. But the young otter in front of her was no more than sixteen summers as he stood in front of the dinosaur.
"Ambassador!" he chirped to her, "The council elders would like to speak with you. Come!"
A smile formed on Castra's face as she took to her young guide's flank. Despite her protests, she was given a loincloth to keep her modesty, though it was barely serviceable given she had the wide hips of a desired breeder and her hindquarters were soft and pliant to the touch while still being firm from all of the journeys she has taken over the years. Passing through the village, she noted the strange runes that had been painted over the young lutrai's body. She could not decipher many of them, but she did notice the sun etched onto his chest as well as a series of wavy lines down his legs. The 'hair' that he had was a shade of brown that was lighter than that of the rest of his fur, and it had an unkempt appearance from drying out after his morning swim in a nearby lagoon. The only thing aside from the loincloth he was wearing was a necklace that had a small crystal hanging from it, and a black and white feather in his hair that he found along the beach as they passed through the center of the village.
"So are you excited for tonight?" Castra gave him a look of confusion.
"I suppose I am. . .what's happening?"
The young otter smiled as he led her up to the front door of the largest dwelling in the village, which housed the Council as well as the chieftain. "Here we are! Tepanu and Kaipo await you."
"Thank you." But before she entered, she turned back and watched the young lutrai before calling out to him again. "Oh! What is your name, so that I do not forget?" He smiled and gave her an offhanded salute with his left paw.
"I'm Nalu!" Nalu turned back and waved to the saurian before she ducked in past the beaded shroud of the roundhouse, where the members of the tribal council were waiting.
The roundhouse was nothing out of the ordinary as it was made of the same palmgrass as many of the other huts in the village. But it was dramatically larger than such in order to hold the council of nine elders, each one wearing pearl-covered necklaces and a bracelet on their left wrist. They were all distinguished members of the tribe, each having dedicated their lives to the betterment of their tribe and race as a whole, and they murmured quietly among themselves in their native tongue in light of the new arrival. Each were seated at a large round table, which brought a smile to Castra's face as it was reminiscent of the Round Table Hall back in Canal City, her hometown. There was a small pool in the center of the table which Kaipo, the tribe's shaman, uses to forsee future events, and Castra took a moment to study it as one of them, a slight female, offered her a seat. She was starting to feel more at ease about the meeting ahead as the elder lutrai spoke.
"These are joyous times around here," she said, but then was cut off by a thumping of a fist on the heavy table. Everybody in the room rose to their feet as a large male, at least by Lutrai standards, covered in elaborate runes and designs made his presence known. He was also a bit on the portly side but looked as if he could still maneuver easily as he took to the tallest chair in the back of the roundhouse, the deep brown of his fur absorbing the sunlight that came in from a series of portholes in the roof of the building.
"Bright days to all!" he barked out, his voice enriched with a sense of cheerfulness that his race embodied.
The rest of the councilmen placed their right handpaws on their chests and tapped it once. "And the brightest to our Chief!" This brought a smile to Tepanu's face as he held his arms out.
"Please, sit." Everyone, along with Castra, sat down and pulled their seats up to the table as Tepanu proceeded. "So it has come upon us that wonderful time of the year once again. . .the time of Kitseve, where we renew and replenish the life of our tribe and of our island home." At the mention of that one word, Castra emitted a look of perplexity, nervousness, and excitement all bunched into one. She had heard of the Lutrai festival of Kitseve, which was a celebration of life and fertility. . .but to be around at that time? Back on the mainland, it was seen as a moment of excess that even the most liberal of minds thought was too extreme, and the thought was on her mind as she listened to Tepanu announce preparations for the center of the village. But Castra, like many intellectually actue individuals, wanted to know for herself instead of just merely hearing about it. Was it really as wild and wanton as the merchant sailors described it as being? To her, there was now only one way to find out while Tepanu continued setting up the preparations. "...and so, at the very first moment of dusk is when we will begin."
At that moment, Tepanu looked across the room at the members of his council before his eyes met those of Castra. A smile formed on the cheiftain's face as he leaned forward. "And it just so happens that we have a very important person from the Ramurian Lands in our village this year. . .Castra, High Ambassador from the land of Ceras." He sat down and tilted his head back a couple times, inviting her to stand and speak.
"Thank you, Chieftain Tepanu. I must say that the hospitality your people have shown to me is nothing short of the finest." She then clears her throat and straightens herself up with a smile. "But what I wanted to say is that while we in Ramurus have only heard tales of your way of life from seamen and merchants from faraway lands, I wanted to come here to experience the day-to-day life of the Lutrai. I have been observing your people for the last couple of days, and I am already enamored by the cheerfulness and optimism that you show in your lives. I only wish that the peoples back in my home were more like that." The elders started to murmur among themselves again when Castra mentioned that, to which Tepanu calmly waved a paw in front of himself.
"Be calm, my brothers. Kaipo..." An elder female, though of a fair build and lighter shade in comparison to Tepanu, stepped up to the table, a long ornamental staff held in her paws as she rose onto the table and closed her eyes. There, she began to chant in the native Lutraic tongue while gently lowering the end of the staff, which had a ball made of a giant pear on it, into the water. At once, there was a surge of astral energy flowing through the staff, which made the water rise up into a large pillar in front of everyone.
To everyone in the room, it looked like just that: a large column of water. But Kaipo was able to detect and interpret the motions inside the pillar as she continued to chant. Her body began to tremble from head to toe, the energy building up inside of her until she threw the staff outward and opened her eyes again. The column disappeared and splashed back down into the pool while everyone's eyes focused on her. "I. . .had the same vision again," she quietly said, "A messenger from the land of beasts will come seeking enlightenment. . .a female messenger bearing compassion in a land where it is rare. She will come at Kitseve and will form a bond that will never be broken, through a young male in his first season-cycle as being fully mature. . .and she will come back at the same time for the rest of her days, bearing the gifts and fruits from both our peoples." A sharp gasp came from Castra as she clutched her heart, to which Kaipo laughed and waggled the staff at her. "I am no prophet, and my visions are sometimes wrong. But fear not, for it is still a noble quest that you are on."
Castra was still in a state of shock as she slowly rose to her feet again. "Are you saying. . .my guide, Nalu, fits that description well enough--" But Tepanu raised a paw to cut her off, though the smile on his face suggested that it may happen.
"Nalu?" His voice suggested concern as he pondered what to do next, but he could not comprehend the next thought that he had. He thought quickly to divert the situation as he rose to his feet and stepped away from his chair. "This meeting has come to its end. You are all free to go on with your days." As the councilmen started to file out, the chieftain pointed out Castra. "Ambassador. . .I wish to speak with you if that is okay." The saurian smiled and made her way back toward the roundtable, where she had a look of concern on her face that she had said something wrong.
"Is everything okay?" Tepanu paced about as he looked toward the ceiling.
"Everything is fine. . .but I don't know if anyone told you that Nalu is my youngest son." Castra shook her head. "Of course not. I should have known, but this will be the first time that Nalu has been able to participate in Kitseve fully. I know that he has a few suitors that are wanting--"
It is then that Castra raised her hand and spoke up. "Forgive my intrusion, but I know not what this. . .Kitseve is. I have only heard tales and would like to know what it is." Tepanu chuckled softly at this, for he remembered his first Kitseve vividly and had the same questions as well.
"It is the time where we celebrate life and fertility, and it is a night filled with the passion for those things. For this one special night every year, we let go of all that hold us back and let our spirits guide ourselves in the quest of renewal." So it must be true, Castra thought to herself as the lutrai chieftain continued on. "I know that it may be strange to someone from your land, but it will all make sense tonight. And..." A wide grin formed on his face as he leaned in and whispered into Castra's ear. "...and if fate shall let it be, you might end up with Nalu after all." This brought her to ease as she chortled softly along with the cheiftain while patting his shoulder.
"So you are not upset with me?" she asked.
"Upset? I do not know what that means." They both laughed as the two walked out of the roundhouse and wandered into the village, not knowing what the night held in store for them, but it was sure to be something they will remember for a long time judging by the energy in their strides and in the way their tails swayed behind them.
The preparations for that evening's festivities were long and well thought out, with the entire village square being cleared of anything that could pose a threat to the safety of the participants. I decided to walk out along the beach near the roundhouse, where lo and behold I should meet up with Nalu again! I could see him out at sea riding the waves on a surfboard, his tail skimming the very surface of the water as he cut back up the crest, then coming back down and doing it again no less than four times. He is a very talented young lutrai on that surfboard, and I could not help but to show my admiration for it.
The rest of the afternoon was spent getting ready for the festival, where Kaipo came by and painted me in the runes of their people, along with my name as they interpreted it. An interpreter who had ventured out into the Ramurian Lands and learned how to speak and write in three languages, including Common, wrote it out as 'Kaztrai' over my frill. Still, what would happen that night as I dined on some of the native fruits of this island, which are all very good and sweet, will be something that I will never forget, as will those that shared it with me.
As daylight turned to dusk, the adult population of the island started to make their way out into the village square, having put their kits to sleep in their home huts. Castra was no exception to this as she joined the lutrai couples and some of the younger mature individuals, where a bonfire had been lit, and numerous torches lit up the village as the sun slowly continued its descent. She was looking around, but the eyes were all on her as many of the younger males were drawn by the breadth of her hips and bosom, as well as by her soft, plush figure while she stepped into the village square. This would be the moment. . .this would be where she could dispel the rumors and fiction with her firsthand accounts, and her frill turned a bright shade of red as she scanned her surroundings, the excitement beginning to get to her.
No sooner had she turned back around is when the saurian heard a voice that was starting to grow on her.
"Ambassador!" It was Nalu. "My father has been looking for you."
"Oh, has he? I do stand out, even with this paint all over me." Kaipo had made a few distinct patterns on her aside from the runes. The ones that were obvious were over her stomach, where she had traced the sun over it with an oblong oval shape inside of it to represent an egg inside of her, and the large crescent over her back just above the root of her tail. There were many other shapes and line patterns, but Kaipo told the saurian that the runes were a symbol of her position and her wisdom, and that she needed not know what they mean but what they represent as the banter came to a stop as Tepanu stepped out into the center of the square near where the bonfire was crackling.
"My brothers and sisters, sons and daughters! We have joined on this night to partake in the ritual that brings forth the life that we celebrate on these, our sacred islands! Tonight, the gods in their great wisdom have decided that we shall forsake the binds that keep our pods and our chosen life partners together, and to merge as one Lutrai people to quench the fires of our loins. . .and to continue the cycle of life in order to keep our people abundant and strong." As Tepanu was speaking, a group of young females were passing out bowls that were filled to the top with a liquid in it that had a light color and texture to it. Castra peered into the bowl, then looked at the lutrai next to her, a middle-aged male with his partner on the other side.
"What is this?" she asked him.
"Koki."
"What is. . .Koki?" Nalu, who was on the other side of the saurian, looked up at her with a smile on his face.
"It's a special drink for Kitseve." As Tepanu was completing his commencement of the night's activities, he raised his bowl up to the stars with both handpaws and spoke in Lutraic before lowering it to his lips to drink. Castra was curious as to the contents of the drink as she peeked over at Nalu.
"What is in this?" asked Castra. The other female, who introduced herself as Kauili, smiled at the saurian while asking in passing if she should tell. Once she got the okay to, she came over to her and took a hold of her hand.
"It is made from the nectar of the flesh-eating plants on the island," Kauili explained, "It can be very bitter, so it is mixed with honey and milk, along with special herbs. Add a touch of Aiha's magic, and you've got Koki!" Castra watched as she drank the contents along with her partner before she nudged her shoulder. "It's good!"
The saurian gave it one last look before shrugging. "Every journey starts with one step..." She then closed her eyes and started to drink from the bowl in her hand, making a face for a brief moment before setting the bowl down. "A little bitter, but not as much. . .must be the honey." After a moment, Castra looked around and was soon taken by the sights in front of her. One by one, the lutrai were beginning to quiver where they stood, and many of them began to pant with their mouths open as the drink began to take its intended effect. Then she began to tremble as she looked around, the scenery becoming a blur as she started to pace around. "Wh-what is...this?!? What's happening!" Nalu had raced off, while Kauili had already grabbed her partner and began kissing him with a fire that could melt granite. She was starting to feel the effects of the Koki as well, which would have taken many of the lutrai by surprise had they not been enveloped in the effects as well.
Just as Castra was about to set off in search of an answer or someone to help her did she feel a paw come down on her shoulder. A look revealed Tepanu standing at her side, having discarded his loincloth and showing off a prominent erection for an individual of his stature. He reached for Castra's loincloth and shed it with the least of effort, revealing the saurian's puffy vaginal mound and that it was turning a deep shade of red as their eyes met while the chieftain spoke, his words turning into a deep lutraic growl. "Castra. . .I want you." He took a hold of her hips, giving her plush rump a squeeze and guided her over near the fire where he began to roughly fondle her breasts. "The fire..." She gasped sharply, the fire evident in her eyes as well as she took to her knees, then to her back as she looked up at him.
"Oh, Tepanu. . .take me! Take me right now!" She was not aware that the nectar contained a powerful chemical that drastically lowered the user's reasoning and sanity. But that did not seem to matter to her as Tepanu forced her legs back and lowered his member to her waiting vent, and then wasted little time in plunging right in to the ten-inch hilt. Castra arched her back and squealed loudly at the initial penetration; while she was able to handle large endowed males, the shock and suddenness coupled with the Koki amplified the effect exponentially, and it nearly drove her to orgasm right then and there. At least she was able to hold on as Tepanu began to drive his length into her with quick and hard strokes, yet he was still in control while she squeezed hard around him, encouraging the rough, brutish mating.
The village was soon abound in the moans and cries of the females partaking in the ritual, and Castra was no exception as she was coupled with the chieftain in the middle of the square. Tepanu watched her breasts sway and her plush belly wobble from the force of his thrusts, and it didn't take long before she was bearing down on him. The cacophony of lutraic squeals was soon joined by that of a loud and powerful ceratopsian bellow, sending nearby birds scattering from the treetops as Castra succumbed to the first of what would be many orgasms that night. Her passage was clenching hard around Tepanu as he started to growl, giving her everything that he had before he let out a sharp bark.
"Castra. . .I'm gonna fill you!" It was but a couple seconds later that he did just that, shooting wave after wave of his thick, warm seed into the writhing saurian, who accepted it all as she was being ground into by the lust-crazed Tepanu. All he could do was hold her against him while the waves crashed into her, which occurred several times over before his flow tapered off and left him panting above her. She took the chance to hold him close to her and nuzzle his cheek before another lutrai joined them.
"Father! Father!" It was Nalu, and his cock was dripping wet with his seed and the fluids of a female that he was just with as he raced over to where Tepanu and Castra were. "I got Tanui! Oh, gods above was she incredible. . .I would wanna have her again before it's done!" He then looked down and started trembling harshly when he saw the saurian beneath his father. "Oh, and the ambassador, too! I want her...Ambassador!"
Tepanu had no choice but to pull out of Castra, leaving a trail of cum oozing from her slit as he wrapped an arm around his young son and pulled him close. "You want the ambassador so bad, do you, my son?" The rapid nodding and wagging of his thick rudder brought a smile to his face as he patted him a couple times before letting go. "You can have her. . .you ever wanted to know what it is like to join with your mother? Now's your chance." There was no containing the grin on the younger male's face, which bordered on the brink of absurd as he pounced on Castra, causing her to grunt while he lick-groomed her face.
It didn't take long for Nalu to get to business, and while he wasn't as well off as his father, he more than made up for it in strength and eagerness as he quickly got into Castra. That was the moment that sealed it, and as she cried out to the heavens she could sense the bond that Kaipo had mentioned in the roundhouse beginning to form as Nalu began to pump his hips. He started out with a quick and almost frantic pace, but then he started to settle down and press up into the ceratopsian female, making her moan loudly and squeeze her legs around his waist Their eyes met, albeit they were reduced to lids from the narcotic-induced euphoria that was surging through their bodies, and the sense of urgency may have still been there. But it was joined by a sense of longing and wanting as Nalu rolled his hips, though he was not able to last as long as his father as he began to drive hard into Castra before following it up with a loud cry, and he was pouring his seed into her squeezing passage.
"Oh, gods. . .oh, Maia!" Castra whined, feeling Nalu trying to get every last drop he could and into her cunny, "Ohhh, Nalu. . .you're gonna make someone very happy one day with that."
A giggle came over the boy as he leaned down to kiss Castra's breasts. "I already am! I'm making you very happy!"
"Yes, you are!" Castra got in a nuzzle before Nalu pulled out to reveal that he added a lot more on top of what Tepanu had already given. She tried her hardest to keep it all inside of her, but it was already so much to the point where it was trickling down into the cleft of her rear end, and soon the saurian was thinking of other things despite her current state.
The night was just beginning, and not only had I mated with the chieftain and had him plant his seed within me, but I also had his youngest son do the same as well! Legend had it that a Lutrai who has consumed this 'Koki' would be a jittery, lust-driven lunatic for the duration of the night, unable to keep himself or herself still while wanting to do nothing more than procreate. I was finding this out firsthand as age was no matter, and neither was status within the tribe. It was as soon as you made eye contact with someone that you desired, you stopped at nothing to make sure that their loins were connected to yours.
I found this out for myself while a bunch of Lutrai were scurrying toward the beach, despite the fact that the tide had come in. A young male that I later found went by the name of Hulaui grabbed me by the tail and told me that he heard me bellow and wanted me to do it again. Before I knew it, I was down on the ground and arching my hind end up for him as he proceeded to do just that, and then some. He wanted to go again, but ended up getting it all wrong and filling me right under my tail! But I was so intoxicated that I not only did I let him, I also let him pour another wave of his seed into my tailhole. I was having the time of my life, with not a care in the world. No regulations, no inhibitions, just pure and simple pleasure for all.
Castra had made her way out onto the beach and had joined the lutrai gathered in their frantic search for a mate under the starry sky. Torches had been brought out and set up in a circle once the tide had retreated enough to let them. She too was frantic as well, trying to see if anyone would want her and finding that everyone was taken just about. Huffing, she was about to head back toward the village when out of nowhere, she felt someone bump into her with such force that she nearly fell to the ground. She looked and saw another male lutrai standing in front of her, and while he was a bit older than Nalu and Hulaui, he was like the rest of them and his mind was lost and clouded with what seemed to be a perpetual instinct and desire to breed.
"You gotta help me, m'lady!" he whined, "I really want to have someone as fair and fetching as you to--" It was then that Castra cut him off by taking his wrist and guiding him onto the sand.
"Come." In a display of strength that took the smaller male by surprise, the saurian threw him onto the ground and was over him in a heartbeat. "You want your lady? What is my good lord's name?"
The effects were at an all-time high for the saurian as the lutrai stammered. "K-K-K-Kairu. . .please!" That was all Castra needed to hear as she rolled onto her back and opened herself to him with a lick of her beak.
"I need it, Kairu. . .I need you in me!" She reached up and pulled Kairu onto her, which made him squeak in surprise as he reached down to guide his cock into her passage. From there it was a frantic and furious coupling, with Kairu showing a fair bit of strength from his sub-five-foot frame and pushing Castra back a couple inches with some particularly hard thrusts. They filled the seaside with their cries and moans, and soon Kairu was filling the saurian's loins, crying out while giving her another helping of warm lutrai seed. She shuddered beneath him, panting furiously while she twitched and spasmed from yet another orgasm coursing through her body, her head falling to the side while the dizzying effects of the afterglow along with the Koki began to take their toll. "How. . .do you manage to do this. . .every year? Uhhhhggghhh..."
Kairu smiled and grabbed a handful of breast while giving her neck a series of light kisses. "Because it's fun!" he barks out, "That and it pleases our gods while keeping our numbers high." No sooner had Kairu got done saying that were they joined by Nalu, who had heard the saurian's cries and followed them to the beach as she cooed softly with the older of the two males inside of her.
"Ohh, my gods above..." he muttered, "If I ever get to be where Father is, we're gonna have Kitseve every night! EVERY NIGHT! Would you like that, Ambassador?"
He was then followed by a deeper sounding male, but not by much. "My son, you have a lot to learn..." Tepanu had followed Nalu down to the beach and smiled at the two, with Kairu pulling out and leaving another steady stream of semen to leak from Castra's vent. "As for you, fair Ambassador Castra..." He was thinking of something so grand and so good, but he forgot what it was. Luckily, Nalu still had a semblence of his memory left.
"Hulaui said that he got to stick it in under her rudder!" said an ecstatic Nalu, who knew the aforementioned as a result of the many surfing and fishing expeditions they had partaken in.
"But I don't have a rudder, dear," Castra protested, with Nalu grabbing at her tail while Tepanu guided his heavy shaft toward the saurian's beak. She took this as a cue to start lapping over the underside of the organ and bringing a deep groan from the chieftain before looking up at him with an idea. "Tepanu. . .lay on your back like you had me before. . .I never thought that anyone would have the Chief and his strapping son in them at once." There was confusion abound for a moment, but Tepanu had a feeling that she was up to something as he rolled onto his back, tail jutting between his legs.
He would soon find out just how right his thoughts were as Castra took hold of his penis for a moment, then looked back at Nalu. "Nalu, hold up your father's cock." He did just that, and helped get it situated above her cunny while she pressed against it and moaned a deep and sultry note when the sensations registered. She took another couple of slides over the head before Nalu lined it up with the opening, while Tepanu gently nudged her hips down in order to penetrate her. Castra's eyes lit up, and she moaned out loud as she began to bounce on the elder's loins.
"Unnhhh! Oh, my dear gods!" she howled, the unmistakable feeling of being stuffed to the brim running through her as she looks back at the son. "Now. . .Nalu..." She leaned forward and opened her rump up to expose the tight slit under her arched tail, which was still moist and puffy from before. Nalu did not need any further provocation, and he moved in behind her to guide his shaft up to the puckered opening, stretched from prior use, and push into her with a soft groan. Castra's back arched and she howled to the heaven as both males started to thrust up into her, clenching hard in order to make them work for every inch of her soft passages. Nalu closed his eyes as well, while Tepanu growled under his breath as he could feel his baby boy's shaft moving deeper into the ambassador's tailhole through his own.
"Ohhhh. . .never in my years!" Tepanu choked out, trying to keep himself from rushing things while Nalu started to slowly work himself within the rear passage of the saurian. All Castra could do was hold on to Tepanu while they both began to nudge and thrust their way upward, trying not to succumb too soon. It was all she could handle just about, and she dug her hands into the sand, making use of the blunted clawtips on each to try and secure herself.
"Ahhhh. . .you guys!" It was then that she felt Tepanu's shaft rub her just the right way, and it caused her to lose control of her mind as she looked him square in the eye. "Uhhhhggghhh. . .fuck me! Fuck me, both of you!" She had never used the word 'fuck', and she even went as far as to scold her lovers if they used that word around her while in the act. There were words that drew the ire of Castra when said or mentioned around her, and she was never too shy in letting someone know that. . .but the Koki was able to even warp that part of her mind as she bounced on Tepanu's cock while Nalu drove his own into her rump.
The chieftain and his son were able to hold off for a while, and in the process driving Castra to a pair of shattering orgasms as well. But they were getting close to breaking, and soon they couldn't hold off any longer. It was Nalu that would be the first to succumb, crying out as he unleashed a particularly heavy volley into her clenching rear passage, which she readily accepted. Soon after it was Tepanu's turn, and he held the saurian to his loins as he too unloaded heavily into her quivering body, which let out yet another piercing bellow into the night while she trembled harshly as if her entire body had seized and relinquished control. After the males were finished, they looked at each other and shared a chuckle while Castra gave Tepanu a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh, gods above. . .Castra," said Tepanu in a whisper, "I would gladly offer you another invite. . .any time, but especially for Kitseve. . .ohhhhh..." A gentle blush formed over Castra's face, and she could only smile as she struggled to catch her breath again. But she knew in the back of her mind that it was already taken away, and that she would do anything in her power to come back to these islands. . .at least when she gets it back.
After that, Nalu and Tepanu would trade places and do it all over again. When they were finished, Hulaui came back for another round while bringing a friend of his by the name of Tahani, who just so happened to be the translator that painted me with Kaipo. He and the other two would take turns while Tepanu found a mature lutrai to finish the night with. When it was all over, I think I could count no less than eight times that I had somebody releasing themselves inside of me. But I could be wrong as once the sun rose and the effects of the Koki wore off, I could not remember very much, and I was very sore in the belly as well. I am surprised that I can remember all of this in such vivid detail.
It was a sad day when it was time for me to board the ship back to Port Rubin and embark on the long trip back to Ramarus, and especially for Nalu. I never thought that Lutrai could experience such sadness after seeing how bright and cheerful they are. But I do plan to make it back to these Islands in time for next year's Kitseve, and if not then, maybe I will come sooner. Tepanu held a ceremony in which he proclaimed me to be an honorary Lutrai elder, and said that if I wanted to come live with the tribe permanently, I was more than welcome. Needless to say that if things turn for the worse in Ceras, or Ramarus as a whole, I now know that I have a place where the people will welcome me with arms wide open.
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