Incense and Semen: Kimera the Shamaness #1
Incense and Semen: Kimera #1
Written by Senera
2010
Age Disclaimer: Aunty Senny sez, little runts who are to young to be allowed to view this adult material will experience the nearest thing they can to being a bird caught in a jet engine. So help me.
The shamaness was hard to mistake. That crimson hood that covered her head, leading to a cape that draped over much of her body, the runes that marked it's lining. A slight flutter of it here and there revealed the minimal clothing she wore underneath, a corset that could barely contain her bosom, a good angle just showing the bare edges of a nipple from time to time. The bottoms, no more than what we would call a thong with a loincloth down the front, designed both to make her highly mobile, and to allure at the same time. The wider-than-normal spacing of her eartips as they poked through her hood could identify her as a Sand Cat, as well as the generous amount of bare fur she showed.
The village was used to her by now, she provided a bit of a service since she came here, serving as best she could as the resident apothecary, and in any case, she kept her little home well and truly isolated from the rest, a nice little secluded spot behind some large rocks that intruded on the perimeter of the village. Even still, she drew a few looks, mostly by the men or curious cubs as she sauntered past, the timely summer winds billowing the cape outwards to show just how much her bottoms loved her rear end.
Kimera stopped a moment on her way home to check on the small vials on her belt. She thought herself absent-minded, and compulsively liked to check to make sure she did her work, noting that one of the vials was nearly empty. She went back to her way, pulling back the hood, shaking her head to let her black, beaded locks free. She stepped inside, deciding to relax for now, some personal time, lighting the incense and sitting herself down behind her front desk. She opened up a large book, turning it to the page on dragon reproduction, her fingers gently straying under her bottoms as she read.
Jovan Rey burst in, the older, but still rugged Greater Mouse-Eared Bat she'd had an eye on before, panting and disheveled as he stumbled to a stop inside her home. "K-Kimera! Please come quickly... my wife...!" He just about lost his breath completely there, the shamaness stepping up quickly to support him. "Calm down, Jovan. I'm here. Now, what's wrong?"
"It's my wife." said the bat, his large ears twitching in irritation. "Sh-she's come down with Argovay's Fever." Kimera nodded, she knew the affliction, a great deal of sickness and delirium that, while not terminal, would never go away if not treated. "I know of it, I'd be glad to help, but you know I can't offer my services for free."
"No, I know. We don't have much, but I'd give anything to see Atana well again."
"I'm glad to hear you say that. I don't need much." said Kimera, "And I don't need money. What I want is you."
Jovan looked up at her in shock. "What? What do you mean? I..."
"Well, not you, specifically. Demands are getting higher dear, so I'm in need of an apprentice. I'm a long way from home, so I thought I'd make one, and you have the right spirit to provide a child strong in magical energies." She slid up next to him, a breast pressing up against his cheek.
"You-you're asking me to cheat on my wife and have a child with you?" He said, standing up, almost considering fleeing right there. "That's the idea." she said. "Your wife doesn't need to know. The child will be entirely my responsibility, and you bats are far from uncommon. She won't even remember the fever at all. You said you'd give anything, what I want is your essence."
He stood back, his chin almost in his chest now, ears flipping thoughtfully. He thought back to the image of his wife, smiling to him with the morning sun streaming around her, her long hair billowing down her shoulders as she smiled to him. Oh, she didn't look like that now. In fact she looked like her fur could come off at any minute. He sighed, looking up to Kimera. He'd make sure to make it up to his wife when she was better. "Alright. Where do we begin?"
Kimera developed a grin that'd be ear to ear were they not mounted higher on her head. She took his hand, the other stroking down the long, hollow bone that made up the outermost strut of one of his wings and led him to the back, making sure to lock the front door first. She almost skipped as she took him to the back, nabbing a conveniently place vial and downing the contents. "Something to make sure I'm fertile." Indeed, she could already feel a burning in her gut, that near-insatiable need that made the bat whose hand she held become all the more enticing.
The bedroom was not small, the bed itself really a collection of blankets and pillows on the floor, the walls held candles that gave a warm glow to the room. She let go of his hand and stepped backwards, first undoing the cape, then turning his back to him. "Help me out, dear." Jovan realized that he was staring, and he'd even have more cause to do so in a moment. He undid the strings holding that corset on, and she shucked it from her body, letting her bountiful bosom release itself to the air. Jovan tried his best to remember the true reason why he was here, but he had a natural reaction to the beautiful sand cat shamaness, visible under his breeches. It even presssed between the cleft of her buttocks for a time as he fiddled with her tailcatch. She deliberately pressed her rear end back, and was repayed with a light gasp and the sudden dropping of her undergarments. She stepped out of them, leaning forward as she grabbed them and set them aside. Jovan's ears increased in blush tenfold, seeing everything from his position.
"Now, should anyone ask." Kimera said. "We simply went through... a shamanistic ritual to ensure proper brewing of the medicine, right?" She sauntered over, crouching before him, setting her hands upon the rim of his breeches.
"Right." he said, not having much time to process as his breeches came down, then the loincloth underneath. Kimera was so close, that it came as no surprise to her that she got thwapped on her short muzzle by his hard, thick length. She giggled, looking up at him while it sat on her muzzle. "Is that for me?" She gave it a couple firm strokes for good measure. "If I'm going to use the material, it's my duty as an apothecary to make sure it's nice and fresh."
Jovan didn't need to know what she was talking about, as her nimble lips wrapped around his cock, her head bobbing back and forth slowly. Jovan yelped, placing his hands on her head in an attempt to pull her away, but she had latched on like a hungry snake. "Kimera, I don't thi... ohh, gods..." His head swam in a sea of pleasure, hormones and incense as those talented lips brought him closer and closer to bliss. He was definitely hard as steel now, and it was clear to his perceptions that she was taking him right down to the hilt, mashing her little black nose into his stomach, faster and faster. Her chin hit his velvety balls down the middle, at first making them dangle, but then less so as they began to draw up into him, preparing for the inevitable conclusion. They were big balls, Kimera noted, she hoped he came plentiful for her. She'd get her answer in a moment. She could feel that telltale warming of his cockhead, and didn't get far in pulling back as he released into her muzzle, giving her a good taste of his essence. She let out a gasp, moving back to let long ropes of whiteness decorate her face and her naked breasts, splattering a good, long one across her left eye.
"Ahh... Oh, goodness! I didn't hurt you did I?" Natrual to her reflexes, Kimera had closed her eyelid at just the right time, she grinned up at him. "You're such a sweetie. Your wife is very lucky." He blushed again, trying to look away, though the spectacle of his cum all over Kimera was too attention grabbing. She wet a towel in the nearby basin, cleaning the cum out of her fur. "I'm fine, and you're very potent. I hope you've got one more in you, darling."
Jovan shuffled his feet, fidgeting by brushing off one of his wing membranes. "Not like I have a choice, is it?"
He certainly was still totally hard for her, and Kimera giggled slightly, seeing it twitch again as she poked at his tip. Then, before him, she assumed the classic position. All fours, tail up. Her petals opened for him, glistening even under the dim lights. He sighed as he crouched behind her. "Think of this as two animals breeding, rather than a lovers position." Kimera said. He shrugged, unable to fault her logic. Indeed, he could be like an animal when he wanted to. There was something about that snug, wet tunnel, eagerly gulping his member down, sucking on it like sugar cane that made him nearly lose control. He was into it now, his wings making a cape for her as he bent over her completely, burying himself in to the hilt, bucking like there was no future. He didn't take time to make a pace like she had done, he just went straight at it. "Ohh, Jovan!" she yelled, his large ears perking, almost afraid that someone would hear her, but he ignored the sense, balls slapping up against her clit as they readied another load for her.
She couldn't fault his enthusiasm. He was doing this for love, but was it for love of his wife, or love of a good fuck? The latter was partly her motivation, one of her wishes being granted today, on the way to two shortly. As she was bucked back and forth, she wondered how he'd think about making reparations to his wofe. She'd never know, and maybe he'd concieve more than one child after his wife had recuperated. What would the future hold? Well, for now, for her, it was a baby. She yelped as his little fangs pressed up against her skin, nowhere near anything important. She could sense a tension in his body, and could sense her own cervix kissing at his jabbing tip to get what it wanted. "Let it go. Let yourself go."
It was like a rock being removed from a water tunnel, like he had been holding back a very full bladder. There was that sigh of relief up against her fur, the slight tightening of those pipricks on her neck, and the unmistakable gush of more of his seed. Her cervix was a greedy slut, gulping down every drop like it was water in a desert oasis. One, two, three... yep, he was still very loaded, Kimera giving up on counting every load that drummed up into her womb. Soon, his little sperm would get to work, an egg hiding somewhere in there for them to impregnate. Jovan sighed again, pulling back slowly, regaining his senses, his cock giving her one last weak spurt between her buttocks.
Kimera got up without a word, his cum oozing from between her legs in more than one place, stopping to place his breeches on his lap as he tried to process what happened, and how it felt. He could only dowhat needed to be done. He stood up and got dressed, not even in his shirt when she came back, carrying a beaker with her. "Just give her a third of this every fourth hour and she'll be right as rain in no time." Jovan took the beaker, regarding it for a moment. "I suppose you're gonna use this to blackmail me."
Kimera grinned, lifting up his hand to give him one last grasp of her breast for good measure. "Are you kidding? I'm gonna give your whole family a discount." Of course, she wouldn't blame him if he never came back. "And no one will know it's yours. There are dozens of bats in the village. Now, go home to your wife."
Jovan struggled to get his loincloth properly adjusted as she ushered him to the door. Once she unlocked it, he stepped out, pausing to say something, but not finding the words. She closed the door, and he looked at the beaker again, making the decision to spend a good night or two with his wife when she was well.
Kimera sighed, giving her clit a light tickle in though, giving her a slight mini-orgasm, more of that leftover bat seed trickling from her. She moved to the back again, into her supply stores. There was one large beaker, which she picked up. She patted her stomach gently, imagining the life brewing inside her as she looked at the label of the empty beaker. 'Freewort and Snow Verbena mixture. Produces Argovay-like symptoms.'
Kimera giggled. "I'm gonna need a fresh supply."
Kimera yowled as the salesman plowed into her. The mouse was small, but could be easily felt and could bring no harm to the cub growing inside her. The small rodent could just barely bend over the round belly she was now sporting, but didn't mind, since he could still fuck her to his hearts content, and no consequences. Somewhere, Jovan's wife lay comfortably in her own bed, healthy, and sporting a large belly of her own, never remembering being down with fever, to her husband's relief. She even sang the praises of the feline shamaness once he told her who had given him the medicine. If only she knew.
The mouse finished up, his eager cum painting her insides white in eager, but strong bursts. "So, what are you gonna call it?"
Kimera was too lost to answer right away. "What?"
"The baby." he said. "What are you gonna call it?"
"That's a hell of a question to ask a pregnant woman you just dumped your load into." she giggled.
"Well, I asked it."
"Well... if it's a girl: Fidelia." It meant faithful, perhaps to make her a living poke at her father. "And if it's a boy: Nasir."
"Sounds like you're gonna birth one fine assistant." the mouse said, lifting her legs up to give her tailhole a try.
(End of Part 1)
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