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Pronunciations:

Hyet - High-et

Wahe - Wah-hey

Meya - May-ah

Ereba - Ereh-bah

Remel - Reh-mehl

The Emissary of Hyet

by Damaratus

Part I: Blessings

In the far, far west of the oni kingdom was the Great White Desert. Many an oni had been spawned from the powerful, swirling arid sands; and the energies that dwelled there were ancient and strong. Spending time wandering the high dunes and scalding temperatures was said to help build strength and stamina, though it also had been the cause of extreme fatigue and even death for some weaker beings. For those who had weathered the harsh conditions for any amount of time the consensus was about the same: it was doubtful that any creature could live at length within the desert.

However, this was not entirely the case. While no map would have it marked, there existed a large oasis called Hyet, located somewhere in the midst of the great desert. In this oasis was a small tribe of oni who had thrived there for ages. The story told is that centuries ago a powerful oni had lost his way in the vast desert and was nearly at death until he came upon the oasis. As a show of respect, and repayment to the place that saved his life, he mixed his essence with the various elements of the oasis, and from that the first of the Hyet clan had been born. From that time on the oasis supported the small tribe, providing them with sustenance and energy despite the harsh climate that surrounded it.

Additionally, the unique location had also given birth to some unexpected demons, as the natural elements that made up Hyet were in close proximity in order to sustain each other. Wahe was one of those unusual oni. Whatever ogre had mixed his essence with the land, had done so at the very cusp of the sandy desert and dense palm trees of the oasis. The result was that Wahe was dual-aligned to the Great White Desert and the Hyet Palm Forest. His skin was a pale green, a smooth mix of the desert and forest skin tones that most other oni sported; while the hair on his head was a darker green that closely matched the color of the oasis trees. He had a habit of keeping his hair tied back in a short ponytail that unintentionally made it look like the frizzed leaves of the palms that grew in the forest. He also had a pair of light brown horns that began at a single point on his forehead and then split, running nearly flush against his scalp and continued all the way to the back of his head. They too mimicked the surrounding forest as they had a texture much like a palm tree trunk that only further reinforced why some tribe members nicknamed him "Dekel" (meaning palm tree), though only a brazen few would dare call him that to his face.

On this particular day, Wahe was in the middle of a battle of sorts with a younger and very frustrated yellow-skinned oni. It was a friendly match though, set up by the elders to help teach and strengthen their growing clan. The two squared off in a small clearing in a shaded area of the oasis wearing just their woven fundoshi: no weapons or magicks were allowed, just brute force and fighting tactics. The pale green oni watched carefully as the smaller ogre ran toward him in a haphazard pale yellow blur.

"This time I have you Wahe!"

"You're wasting your time Haba," Wahe said with a toothy grin.

The bigger ogre dodged to the side as Haba swung his fist forward, he then followed up his evasion by striking the smaller oni twice in the chest with the wide flats of his palms. The hits seemed soft, but they had great power behind them, and they forced the the younger demon back a few steps throwing him off balance. Wahe moved in quickly and pressed his advantage, grappling the smaller oni. Their sweaty, muscular bodies slid against each other, as the larger demon tried to get a clinch-hold on his opponent. The dusty, yellow oni strained his muscles and barely managed to break free of Wahe's grasp, but unfortunately left himself open in the process. The green oni quickly took advantage of this, got a foot behind the young oni's heel, and then struck him again with the flat of his palm sending him reeling over.

As Haba fell he was struck one more time square in the gut, causing him to fold at the waist. The blow forced him downward while also knocking the wind from him. His rear was first to strike the ground hard as he bounced up once before landing flat on his back.

Wahe walked up and put a bare foot on top of the downed yellow-skinned ogre who was still coughing and sputtering from the final blow. The young upstart mustered up enough gumption to weakly put a thick-fingered hand around Wahe's ankle in a final act of futile defiance.

"Do you yield?" Wahe asked still grinning.

Haba's face screwed in frustration and he let his body go limp in concession to the bigger green oni.

"That's what I thought." Wahe said as he bent over and snatched off Haba's woven fundoshi with a simple twist and pull of his stout fingers, freeing the younger oni's member from its confines.

The plump, sweaty, ecru cock and balls poured out of the fiber garment and came to rest on the downed demon's thigh. When this happened, the smaller oni went peach-faced as his defeat was complete.

"Don't worry, you've gotten a little better, and a little bigger, since the last time we faced off," Wahe chuckled as he twirled the young oni's fundoshi on a finger, "but you still have a long way to go. So I'll just be keeping this along with the rest of the ones I've gotten from you over the past months."

Haba rolled over in embarrassment and slammed his fist on the ground a couple of times in a small tantrum of frustration before pushing himself up off of the ground and onto his knees. When he looked up, he saw that Wahe was offering a helpful hand so that he could stand up again, which he begrudgingly took.

"I'll get you next time Wahe, you'll see." Haba said as he pouted and started to walk away slowly.

"You're gonna have to train a whole lot more before that happens Haba." Wahe laughed, and slapped the yellow oni squarely on his already bruised rear, forming a large red handprint on the soft, yellow flesh.

Haba yelped in pain and turned around, now angrily red in the face, as he looked to attack the bigger green oni. Wahe simply lowered himself into a protective stance.

"You gonna try and come at me looking like that? I'm right here if you want to, but you're just gonna end up with another mark on that rear of yours." Wahe bared his prominent lower canines in a wide-faced smirk.

The dusty-yellow ogre yelled loudly as he ran angrily toward Wahe with his arms in front of him. It was clear to the bigger oni that he had no plan of attack, he simply was enraged. In a quick movement the light green oni slipped to the side long enough to dodge the outstretched, flailing arms of the smaller demon, who attempted to simply try and tackle the broad ogre. Wahe brought an arm down around the smaller oni and tightened it around his yellow body so that his arms were locked up against his head. The naked oni struggled in the the big demon's grip.

"Let me go!"

Wahe brought his big, broad palm down hard on the exposed rear of the smaller oni causing him to yelp in surprise.

"You did this to yourself Haba." Wahe squeezed the trapped oni's buttock in his hand before lifting it away swinging it down again.

"Wahe stop!" Haba yelled.

"Not a chance." Wahe retorted.

He continued to spank the younger oni and his howls of pain echoed around the desert palms. Blow after blow of his green-skinned palm slammed against the yellow globes until they gained a bright red hue.

"Please stoooop." The younger oni cried out in a voice that was somewhere between begging and moaning.

"Maybe just a few more and you'll understand that sometimes you're better off accepting defeat." Wahe brought his hand up for yet another strike, but stopped just before he could land another stroke.

"That's enough!" A voice rang out from the forest line.

Both Wahe and Haba cringed at the sound of that voice. They both knew that it belonged to the current Ereba, one of the tribe's elders. Wahe let go of his lock on the younger oni, and the two stood up straight. Wahe kept his arms at his sides while Haba moved quickly to cover his naked groin. The older oni noticed that the yellow ogre's cock had swelled some during his spanking, making it hard for him to cover himself.

It wasn't long before the deep green-skinned, black-bearded oni came out from the palm trees bearing a walking staff that was topped with an odd green glow. When he got to the two oni he briefly looked at the very naked Haba, and then turned toward Wahe with a scowl.

"Wahe, I have made it clear plenty of times that this is supposed to be a helpful lesson, not one meant to bring about anger or embarrassment."

"Yes, Elder Ereba." Wahe dropped his head and stared at the ground rather than look into the elder's eyes.

"Need I remind you again as to what such aggression did to our small tribe?"

Wahe didn't need that particular lesson again. It was known that Hyet had a sordid history when it came to its leadership. While the oasis was big, even it couldn't stand something like an inter-tribal war. The onis that lived there found out first hand when there had been fighting among factions within the tribe. The unrest had thrown Hyet out of balance, and all suffered during that time. The oasis ceased to provide, and the tribe dwindled in number, either due to casualties of the in-fighting or the horrible famine that followed.

Those who survived reformed into one singular, united tribe. They also named a triumvirate, three elders given the titles: Remel "Yellow Oni of the Sands"; Meya "Blue Oni of the Waters"; and Ereba "Green Oni of the Forest." They became the leaders and rule makers of the tribe. Sages that represented the whole of the oasis. Each one carrying a staff that could tap directly into their representative elements allowing them to wield great power.

To insure that the triumvirate was never broken, whenever one of the triumvirate passed away, a new elder would ascend to the position (usually based on strength, wisdom and elemental connection) so that the Hyet Tribe would always have a constant three to watch over the oasis and its people. To save the tribe, the very first triumvirate made a pact to keep their aggression to a low point through a strict set of rules so that they would never return to the chaotic past that nearly wiped them out.

While power, combat and strength were still an important aspect (and inner nature to most all oni), all were practiced in controlled situations and usually under the watchful eye of at least one of the current triumvirate. Even casual roughhousing was looked on with certain level of caution, but was tolerated, especially in the young. Those who took things too far, young or old, often found themselves spanked bare-assed over the the knee of an elder until they fully understood the error of their ways. Wahe had experienced this first-hand several times over the years and never really forgot the kind of pain they could dispense to one's backside. Despite this, he didn't hate the triumvirate, if anything they were to be admired for how well they kept order in such an untamed tribe of oni.

In fact, when Wahe had been much younger, he had aspired to one day become one of the triumvirate. They were revered and loved by all of the tribe, and to become one was possibly the greatest honor that could be bestowed upon a tribe member. Unfortunately, when he had asked the current Remel about what it would take for him to ever become one he was met with an answer that he had never really been able to accept. He was told that even though having a split connection to the desert and forest gave him the advantage of dual-alignment and the ability to access both the energies of the sands and the forest, he would never be able to have as strong a connection as an oni born from only one of the elements. According to the elder, those who were truly "of desert" or "of forest" would ultimately have an advantage over him when it came to who could best represent that aspect of the oasis. Because of that, it was highly unlikely that he would ever be a member of the triumvirate.

The night after Wahe was told that, he went out into the sands of the Great White Desert, then yelled at the sky and beat the ground with all his strength until he could no longer move. Elder Remel had to send a couple of tribe members out to collect him up when it was clear that he hadn't the energy to return on his own. The elder had tanned his behind good that night as he had let his anger and aggression get the better of him, but at the same time the whole triumvirate understood source of his pain. From that day on they had helped him better understand his elemental connections so that he might find away to better control the chaotic combination of two elements in one being.

"Haba, get back to the village, there's work to be done." Ereba commanded.

"Yes elder." The yellow oni began to idly mosey back toward the village.

"And you better have made yourself a new fundoshi by tomorrow or what Wahe did to you will feel like a massage." Ereba swatted the reddened rear of the young oni with his staff sending him scurrying away with one hand covering his stinging globes and the other still protecting his groin.

Wahe chuckled as he watched the ogre run off, but his mirth was quickly eliminated when the green-skinned elder began talking to him again.

"Walk with me Wahe," Ereba sighed as he stroked his wiry beard. "Honestly, you've been getting worse each day, so much anger and teasing of the younger or weaker tribe members when you should be keeping yourself under control. The other elders are beginning to worry about you as well." The oni sage put a hand on Wahe's shoulder, his dark green skin standing in stark contrast to the younger oni's far paler tone.

"I'm sorry Ereba, I have been trying not to get that way, but it's not just me, I feel like the land itself is egging me on."

"Hmmm." The elder closed his eyes. "Maybe there is more to your anger than I first thought, maybe-"

The elder stopped in his tracks as the last rays of the setting sun caused strange shadows to fall on the ground. It wasn't for several moments that Wahe realized why Ereba had done this, not until the whole of the oasis quaked, causing the palms to sway and the dunes to quivver.

"What was that, Ereba?"

"The answer to your suspicion. Come with me Wahe, we must visit Meya." Ereba picked up his walking pace.

"Why do you need me?" Wahe inquired.

"Stop asking questions already and keep up."

Wahe realized he had already fallen well behind the sage, who despite his being much older, was surprisingly fleet-footed (not to mention incredibly strong). The younger oni was forced to jog just to try and keep pace. Fortunately, even if he did lose track of Ereba he knew where they were heading. They were making a direct line to the Hyet Lake, the sustaining force of all life in the oasis, and the nearly constant dwelling place of Meya, the Blue Oni of the Waters.

Wahe burst through the brush right on the heels of Ereba as he caught the glimmer of moonlight glinting on the surface of the lake. Only he found himself so close to the edge of the water that he couldn't stop himself from falling in. The cool, blue water was refreshing to the sweaty ogre, but also was a shock to his system as he felt it seeping into his fundoshi and caressing his more sensitive regions, making him shiver.

"Damn that Ereba," he thought as he realized that the dark green ogre had already swum half the length to the island in the center of the lake where Meya was bound to be.

The younger oni was not all that adept in the water, his bulky body tended to sink more than anything else. He had managed to learn a small amount of swimming, though to the casual observer it would be unclear as to whether he was actually swimming or simply flailing his arms around while splashing a bunch of water in the air. Eventually he managed to put together enough of a forward motion to get himself to the middle island, and as he pulled himself from the chill water, a cool night breeze began to blow causing the palms around the lake to sway.

It took Wahe only moments to find where Ereba had gone, as the central island was only really large enough for Meya's small hut, and a palm tree that stretched it's fanned leaves up high. As he surveyed the area he spotted Ereba near the opposite shore, and next to him, sitting down cross-legged in the shallows of water, was a second oni. He was big and bulky, with a muscular gut of a belly that often belied his strength, but it was hard to tell his exact size as he blended in so well with the waters of his birth that he nearly disappeared, save for the white beard on his face, and similar hair on his chest that further ran in a trail down his belly.

As Wahe approached the two elders he could see that Meya had his glowing blue staff sitting across his legs and was staring deep into the Hyet Lake. One of the elder's eyes briefly acknowledged the young oni's arrival, while the other, milky blind eye was darting around frantically as if it was searching the surface of the water for something.

"What do you see Meya?" Ereba inquired.

"Yes, what do you see?" A second voice chimed in from behind Wahe.

He turned around to one more oni had arrived, this one wielding a glowing yellow staff. His skin was beige with dark speckles, like a sand dune that was always shifting, and unlike the other sages he was clean of hair both on his face and body. It was Remel, the final elder, he was also the youngest of the triumvirate.

The previous Remel had been banished from Hyet well before Wahe had been born from the oasis. Though from what he was told, the elder had gone mad and turned on the whole village in an uncontrolled and devastating rage. When he was finally subdued it was determined by the other sages of the triumvirate that exile was the only option for the safety of the rest of the tribe. Ereba and Meya were the very elders who made the decision that day, and they were also the ones who had chosen the newest Remel. While the new Yellow Oni of the Sands was still a novice in comparison to the other two, he still carried a wisdom about him, especially when it came to understanding the shifting sands of the Great White Desert.

Meya's blind eye continued to scan frantically over the rippling water.

"The great fire mountain has gone dormant, and there are many who seek to conquer it." The blue oni spoke as if in a trance.

"How can this be?" Ereba said.

"Chaos has befallen the great city, the leylines of the land tremble with the wild aggression, lust and fury of the oni." Meya continued, unphased by the green elder's question. "Harmony will only be attained when the mountain roars again."

"This is quite ominous." Remel chimed in tapping his glowing staff on the sandy ground.

"If something isn't done soon the essence of the land itself will be scarred." Ereba responded.

"But what can we even do about this?" Wahe in annoyed ignorance, his foot accidentally disturbing the water's edge.

Meya tilted his head at the water and then turned it toward Wahe and stared at him, even his blind eye stopped moving about.

"We will send an emissary to the great oni city to offer assistance in this time of chaos."

Wahe tilted his head and then realized that both Ereba and Remel were staring at him as well.

"You mean me?" The pale green ogre pointed at himself in disbelief.

"I think you are the perfect choice to represent Hyet." Ereba put a hand on the younger oni's shoulder.

"Indeed, and it would give you a taste of the world outside of the oasis." Remel added.

"It will be you Wahe, you are destined for greater things, these oasis waters have told me so." Meya stated in all seriousness.

"But I, I mean you..."

Everything had happened so quickly that Wahe couldn't even form a proper line of thought.

In truth, there wasn't much more to be said. The triumvirate had reached an agreement, and their decisions were binding and final when it came to any member of the tribe.

"Go and rest, you will leave tomorrow for the great city in the east." The cerulean-skinned oni spoke again.

"Tomorrow!? You can't be serious!" Wahe was exasperated.

"The danger is very real, and there is no time to waste." Ereba tried to calm the frantic oni down. "Now stop fretting and go and rest, we will make sure you are ready."

Wahe dropped his head and walked away from the elders taking an easier, shallow path back from Meya's island.

Wahe arrived at his small hut in the main village, it actually wasn't that far from the lake waters (to be fair, nothing was all that far from the large oasis lake). When he got in he flopped down on his mat of woven palm leaves and laid on his side trying not to let himself be angry or saddened. It was a great honor to be chosen to be an emissary to the rest of the oni lands, but a part of this made him feel like the elders just wanted to be rid of him. Their decision had been so quick, and right on the heels of him being chastised by Ereba. Maybe he had simply become too strange and troublesome, maybe this was just like an exile, like the previous Remel had suffered.

He brooded so long that he didn't even realize that he had fallen into a light slumber, it wasn't until he felt a tap on his side that he realized that any time had passed. When he turned over he saw that the tapping had come from Ereba's staff. He also noticed that the elder had unusual markings that were painted all over his skin.

"Come along Wahe, there is still something important to be done before you leave."

Wahe, stood up and stretched, looking around his hut to see if there was anything at all he should try and take with him.

"Don't worry about provisions Wahe, we will make sure you're prepared for your trip. Now come."

The light green ogre stepped out of his hut and saw that it was still dark, though the sky had lightened a few shades meaning that the sun would soon be rising. Wahe followed a few steps behind the green elder as they took a less familiar path toward the edge of the oasis. This path was unique in that a small branch of the main lake reached out into a shallow finger through the foliage and sand. When they reached the end of the water he saw that Meya and Remel were already waiting there, staffs in hand; and like Ereba they too were decorated in strange markings over their bodies.

Wahe was guided to a point where he was ankle deep in the shallow, oasis waters. Then the elders surrounded him. For a moment no one spoke creating an air of solemnity in the early morning.

It was Ereba who first raised his voice:

"This is the convergence of the three elements that make our oasis strong. The waters, forest and great desert of Hyet. Just as we three sages represent those elements, the forces that sustain, bring nourishment, energy and power."

As Ereba continued to speak, Meya approached the younger oni from the front. He was holding a bowl of some substance unknown to Wahe; it looked like some kind of whitish paste. The elder dipped his fingers into it and started to paint markings onto the light green ogre, starting with his horns and face, then moving downward. He also felt Remel doing the same thing, but on his back.

"Here, at the very place of your birth, we elders shall each provide you with one blessing and one gift. They shall be a boon to you as you travel through the desert and beyond."

Soon the elders placing the markings on Wahe reached his waist. Remel grabbed the younger ogre's fundoshi and pulled it from his muscular body, exposing his sizeable, light green cock and balls. These too were given markings by Meya; and while the blue oni manipulated his manhood, the yellow sage had moved to marking Wahe's beefy, rounded buttocks which he spread briefly, admiring them for a moment before continuing his work.

Wahe tried to stay focused, but he found his member had started to swell with the attention that his body was being given. He noticed that Meya almost seemed pleased to see his body reacting this way. The elders finally finished covering the oni from nearly head to toe in white ceremonial markings. The sun had barely begun to rise giving the desert sands and the white markings on their bodies a red-orange tint. Then, the sages all spoke at once:

"So now shall the blessings of the triumvirate and Hyet be bestowed upon you."

Wahe closed his eyes as the three elders started to slowly walk in a circle around him, and he expected there to be a moment where he felt the elemental energies simply flowing into him. Instead, he felt a sharp crack across his rear which made him yowl in pain while sending the sleeping birds flying from the palm trees. There was something more to the hit to his backside, which he quickly realized was one of the elder's staffs; as he was struck, he was compelled to fall to his hands and knees in the shallow waters. When he attempted to stand up again, he felt as if water was holding him fast, then the sand underneath further cemented him in place, followed by the roots of the palms that ran through the sands which quickly wrapped around his fingers and toes. Then the elders began to chant:

These are the blessings of Hyet

The oasis gives

From the very elements of its being:

of water,

of palm,

of sand,

May Hyet bless and protect you on your journey through the desert.

The elders continued to circle him repeating the chant; each one striking his rump soundly with their staff when speaking their respective element, leaving long red lines across his pale green backside and causing the ogre to throw his head up cry out with every strike. Three times they circled him; nine heavy strikes upon the prostrate oni's rear as their staffs channeled and transferred the ancient energies of the oasis. On the final three blows they ended their chant:

"May you never grow weary of heat or thirst in the desert." Meya spoke and struck with his staff.

"May you never grow hungry in the desert." Ereba followed up with his strike.

"May you travel lightly through the desert." Remel was the last to speak and gave the final stinging strike.

Wahe's rear was now sensitive and deeply crimson; however, this was not the end of the ceremony, as much as Wahe may have thought.

When the elders completed their chant, and the strikes had stopped, Wahe breathed a momentary sigh of relief before felt large hands touching his burning rump, spreading his rosy cheeks wide and making him whimper. What followed was a sensation of both heat and cool at his back. He ventured a glance behind him and saw Meya, his fundoshi long sinced removed had positioned his erect cock, which was surrounded by the white hair that ran along his body, right at his dark pucker. With a single grunt the elder oni's thick, blue-skinned member began to penetrate him deeply, while his muscular gut slid smoothly along his lower back, the white hair tickling his rear.

With mighty thrusts the sage pounded into the the light green oni, and his cerulean balls rhythmically bounced in time against the younger ogre's thigh. Wahe's own member engorged from the attention he was being given, and with it came the odd sensation that the very water of the whole oasis was lapping against him every time that the elder thrust in.

Meya threw his head back and gave a deep moan as he shot his load deep into the bound oni. He then began to chant as he pulled out his fat, blue, dripping cock from the younger oni's backside.

"In the name of Meya, Blue Oni of the Waters, accept my essence, and with it my gift. To you, Wahe, I give the waters of the Hyet, they shall give you guidance when you are lost, and shall always point the way home."

The blue sage placed a woven palm-thread necklace over the Wahe's head. Tied to it was a small, sealed, blue container that contained the pure water from the oasis lake.

"If you meditate on the water it will let you see as I do from the waters, but you will have to figure out the wisdom it means to impart. The Hyet waters are also one of the only ways to find your way back to the oasis when you wish to return to the tribe."

Wahe watched as Meya backed away, as the markings that covered his naked body began glowing a bright blue. The light green ogre felt the lingering essence of the azure elder within him, it was cool and calming just like the Hyet waters.

He was already feeling exhausted from his treatment so far when he felt his rear impaled again with a long cock that dipped even deeper into him than Meya. Without even turning around he knew it was Ereba that had filled his rump, and he moaned loudly as the elder thrust deeply into him.

It would be a lie if Wahe had said that he didn't have some kind of attraction to the tall green elder. Ereba had been one of his greatest pillars of support as he had grown up, and over the years he had grown even fonder of him. This was a new, more intimate connection for him, and just as with Meya he felt something more, as if all the trees in the oasis were swaying with them as Wahe moved in time with the Ereba's thrusts.

The emerald sage grunted and slammed against the younger oni's rear time after time. Wahe's cock pulsed and began leaking droplets of precum into the clear oasis waters. Finally, the elder oni howled and released his seed in several mighty pumps into the light green rump. Wahe felt every inch of the long green cock pulling from him as he heard the elder begin to chant:

"In the name of Ereba, Green Oni of the Forest, accept my essence, and with it my gift. To you, Wahe, I give the ability to mend anything that is of the forest, of the plants that thrive. That even means your own body to some extent as the forest was partially responsible for your birth."

Wahe wished that the moment with Ereba did not have to end, but he saw the elder take his place next to Meya, and just as before the markings on the green elder's bare body began to glow a bright green and Wahe had a sense of the him and all forest and its trees still shifting within him.

It wasn't a surprise to Wahe when he felt one more cock entering him. This could only be Remel, and it was also the most difficult for him to take. Not because of the length or girth of the elder, though those were quite impressive, but rather that it was Remel who had been the one to tell him about his inability to become an sage of the tribe. That he would always be at a disadvantage. In some ways it was right that the yellow oni's skin was both soft and rough, just like the sands of the desert. As the elder drilled deeply into Wahe, the younger oni cried out in both pleasure and pain as the Remel's sandy skin rubbed against his already tender rear with every thrust.

The youngest of the triumvirate did his best to soothe the conflicted oni's troubled spirit, but Wahe also had to learn that the desert was as harsh as the oasis was nurturing. He would need to understand that if he was going to survive outside of the safety of Hyet.

As Wahe was taken by the sandy sage, he began to breathe heavily, his endurance being strained to the max, as sweat dripped from his body as copious as the precum from his straining meat. The more Remel continued to plunge his cock deep into him, the more he began to feel the vastness of the desert sands which shifted about in the winds. He felt them flowing and swirling about with every smack of the elders massive shaft in his rear.

Remel too let out a long yell as he came deeply into the younger oni and then began his chant as he slowly removed his softening member:

"In the name of Remel, Yellow Oni of the Sands, accept my essence, and with it my gift. To you, Wahe, I give protection, an armor that will form about you so long as there is sand to be found. It can withstand weapons for a time; but it is your will and connection to the desert, your second element, that will allow it to persist."

Remel took his place next to the other two elders and the markings that graced his nude body began to glow gold as the rising sun. Wahe felt the presence of the elder and of desert sands still warming him from within, as all three elders chanted in concert:

"May the blessings of the oasis, and the gifts of the triumvirate, guide and protect you as Emissary of Hyet."

When Wahe heard this he felt a surge within him as all the swirling essences that were placed in him combined into one. He broke free of his bondage lifting his upper body upward as his own markings glowed a bright white. He let out a great moan as his cock spasmed and he shot his load into the air, as the spray of cum landed in the oasis waters around his legs making it go cloudy white.

"So has Hyet given of itself, and so have you given back to Hyet." The three elders said together marking the end of the ceremony.

Wahe thought he would be exhausted after everything his body had gone through, but instead he rose to his feet, filled with an energy that he had never experienced. The triumvirate approached him, their glowing symbols beginning to fade. Ereba was once again the first to speak.

"You are nearly ready Wahe, with the blessings you have received you will be able to traverse the Great White Desert, but beyond there they will not last. Our gifts; however, will continue with you, practice them, understand them, make them your own."

"Thank you elders, your faith in me is greater than I imagined." Wahe replied.

The light green oni still had a sense of awe when it came to the elders, and he was humbled by their presence, even more so now that he was standing naked among them with their cum still leaking from his well used rear.

"We have one last gift for you Wahe."

Remel pulled the younger ogre's fundoshi from behind his back and handed it to him.

"We have treated it with a special coating so that it will not dry and crack in the desert heat."

At the end of the ceremony the three elders helped him dress, and also gave him additional food and provisions for traveling the desert. Then, Remel gave him final instructions.

"Remember to walk the path of the rising sun for three days and you should arrive at the great oni city. We will not be able to assist you much from there, but our gifts should help guide you if you are ever unsure as to what you should do."

Before he set off Ereba approached him and they spoke one last time.

"I felt how much you cared Wahe, remember me and be safe in your travels."

"I will miss you Ereba." Wahe had to keep from crying as he was filled with both sadness and pride.

The two ogres embraced and Ereba ran a hand over the younger oni's horns and through his hair in a teasing farewell.

Finally, Wahe turned to head out into the rising desert sun.

"May Hyet stay with you and keep you safe." Ereba said as he smacked the light green oni one last time on the rear for good measure.

Wahe winced at the reminder of the ceremony he had endured and glanced behind him. The triumvirate were still watching on (and still very naked) as he took his first steps outside of the oasis and into the rest of the world.