Ritual of Fire
Taboos exist in all society. Rules must be made to keep the most primal urges at bay. However, we do not run from taboos here, we embrace the forbidden. You may teach by telling a child, "Stay away from the fire for it is hot and will burn you." This is done out of love, this teaches the child to stay away from fire and continue down the path of life without burns or scars. We in Corsten are not so different but we have our own way. We bring the child to the fire, we allow warmth to be felt, then heat, and just before it becomes searing we let the child run. This too, is done out of love. Your children grow to fear fire, our children grow to understand it.
Here in the town of Corsten, we have a similar ritual. Out in the middle of the country forgotten by the west and east, where we can practice our ways in peace.
Just before the spring we separate the sexes. The old teach the young the way of ritual, family, and breeding. This is how I first learned of the ritual, my father sat with me in the corner of an old barn filled with males and explained our ways. I was told that on the other side of the town, my mother and sister were having a similar conversation. Mother was going to explain to her how she would grow to become a woman and as they sat and talked all of the women of Corsten would allow nature to align their bodies for the coming heat.
Before long I found myself standing before the bonfire. It's flames towering over us all with massive heat and presence. I felt strong, but my legs showed signs of nervousness for what was about to come. Behind all of us the mothers of Corsten sat as silent observers. Their gaze both protective and ever so judging of the events about to unfold. They take no pleasure in this, save for a small glimmer of pride for their daughters and perhaps a bit of nostalgia for their place in the ritual all those years ago. I stand alongside all of the new budding adult males of Corsten, watching our fathers through the flickering flames of the bonfire. Each protective father holds his clinging daughter to him. He calms her nerves and whispers reassurance into her ear and she trusts him. They all do.
We all know what is about to happen and suddenly as if falling into a trance, everyone begins to move and take their place. Fathers, daughters, young males, we all let our clothing shed to the floor as if it was old skin, and carelessly toss it into the bonfire. It crackles and grows in response, accepting the offering and widening it's gaze to watch over what is about to unfold.
Each father sits atop a bench before his daughter. Her new and tender body stands in front of him. He must remain still while she excites him, each in their own way. I watch my school teacher's daughter slowly sits before her father and strokes his cock from his feline sheath. My own father groans out across as my sister gently licks up and down the underbelly of his malehood. Though the act that pulls at my eyes comes from the girl next door. She timidly grinds her hips alongside her father's loins, enticing him with her labia, the lips growing more and more wet with her arousal. Her name is Bianca and she is a bear, like me, and if her father allows it I will mate with her tonight.
Few have ever learned of our ritual, but I have heard their whispers and judgements when we visit other towns. They say Corsten is full of incestuous perverts. They do not think incest is a taboo for us, but it is. Incest is something so much more for us and something so much more taboo. The ritual is not done because we are fond of incest, no. The ritual is done in spite of incest. Every father copulates with his daughter not simply out of lust, but to embrace the fire, the taboo. Each father is allowed to feel his daughter's warmth, her heat, but it is not his right to burn his mark into her flesh. The taboo keeps him from burning her.
Fathers are very protective of their daughters and in Corsten this is no different. My father explained to me, "We do this out of love. You, son, will one day have a family and take a wife as I have. This is the way things should be. Though with your haste and lack of experience, you will cause her harm if allowed to take her first and this is not something I could ever allow a young male to do to my own daughter, so we can not allow you to do so to another's. When the ritual comes around this spring, your sister will sit atop my lap. She will ride my bearhood and allow me inside of her to break her and introduce her to sex the proper way. I will feel bonded to her, closer than we ever have before even after years of love. But this act is forbidden and can not be allowed to climax. As the ritual goes on I will be forced to allow a mate for your sister and it will be his right to breed her, not mine."
His words flooded my mind and acted as a script for what I saw before me. Once aroused my sister grasped my father's shaft and guided his tip slowly toward her folds. She faltered and he would catch and correct her, guiding her with strong and steady paws as he sat her into his lap and rutted himself inside her most sensitive area. It wasn't until I witnessed this for myself that the ritual started to make sense to me. My sister would wince and shake, he'd stroke her side and smile until she did the same. She was at her most vulnerable in that state and there was no one better than her papabear to make an awkward experience feel comfortable.
This really was the way things should be.
Glowing in the aura of the bonfire, all of us young males watched at the orgy unfolding before us. Sure, it was slow and subtle at first, but with each daughter's maidenhood broken there was nothing stopping our fathers from plowing their offspring with earnest. It was not our way for a husband to feel the pleasures of flesh outside of his own wife and the ritual was the only exception. It is in every male's nature to indulge sexually and as the fire roared, so did all of our father's darkest desires.
Soon the young males next to me began to approach a coupled father and daughter. He would meet the father with respect and a greeting. Each potential suitor was expected to briefly explain why he would be right for his daughter and expose his naked body to the father, so that he could decide if this was the direction he wanted his bloodline to go. Every father would shake his head "no" and the young males would be forced to move on. They moved too soon and the earth below me curved beneath my toes as I held my ground firm, the time was not yet right and I was waiting for my moment.
Just a few weeks prior, when my father explained things to me, I told him of my fondness for Bianca. I grew up watching her grow into a young woman and as I grew into an adult bear and my urges took on their role, I wanted her to be mine at the ritual. He chuckled and smiled, "Then do not be over eager, my son. Your peers will ask him early and only show that they are anxious and lack patience, this only strengthens for her father why the ritual must be done. You must wait until you can watch the sweat drip from his brow, when he feels he is about to cum and would do anything to hold it back, that is when you tell him your intentions for his daughter. The ritual will command him to allow your union with her."
My feet would leave the dirt after another few more moments went by as I approached Bianca's father. He was a very large and burly beast, he fucked her deep and without any recognizable rhythm. With his eyes welded shut, I was forced to tap her father bear on the shoulder so that he would see me. He kissed his daughter and then huffed at me, a warning. But I was armed with the wisdom of my own father and I could see the sweat on his brow, gradually his thrusting slowed and became more gentle, he was forced to pace himself and forced to stare at me.
I gave him a respectful bow and rest a single paw on his shoulder to show a firm grasp and so he could feel the strength of my arm. "Mister Larson, my name is Barku West. I am a healthy adult male and I wish to sire cubs with your daughter." He gave me another huff, but as the sweat dripped down to his eyes, I saw a struggle within them, he was considering me. "If you will allow me the honor, I will both treasure and protect your daughter tonight, in this most difficult moment, and as often as needed for the rest of her life." It felt like I spent a lifetime trying to get those words right.
My heart sank when I saw him attempt to shake his head "No" but I saw his eyes widen in panic as his hips began to shift and he quickly groaned, pulling his daughter off of him and allowing me to take his place. The heavy bear running forward to shoot his pent up cum into the roaring bonfire and releasing the need his daughter created. I never felt so male as I did when I sat in the sweat stained patch of bench that was previously occupied by Bianca's father. I grasped her hips with my paws and brought her down to me, she was scared so I whispered in her ear. "Bianca, you've known me since we were cubs. We are friends and I want you for my lover. Please sit with me?" She was shocked at my politeness. We both knew she didn't have the right to refuse me after her father encouraged the union by marking the bonfire. Yet she became relaxed and smiled back at me, slowly sitting atop my own engorged shaft and allowing me to sink into the pleasures only her own father had just experienced.
She whispered back to me. "You feel good inside of me, Barku. I'm glad it was you." Bianca, my soul mate giggling back at me as we enjoyed our first mating together.
Us two bears together, breeding before the bonfire. For us, the ritual was a success and I never felt more happy in that moment. Though to my left, a father wolf howled out loudly as he knotted and sprayed sperm inside his own daughter. As I held Bianca close to me I watched both pleasure and shame wash over the canine family as their bodies shuddered from the inside out. His seed belonged to her now, and should she bore him a healthy new daughter, the ritual will give him a second chance to redeem himself in the coming years.
Through our breeding I felt closer to Bianca than I ever had to another. She spoke softly into my ear, chewing on it playfully. Her soft fur melting into mine as my hips pistoned up into her harder and harder with intent. I was having sex for the first time with the female I had dreamed of, each moan I coaxed from her open muzzle reminded me that the moment in front of me was something special.
In the distance I saw my own father make an exchange with another bear as he paid his own respects to the fire to give his permission. I felt like my life was coming together as I remembered one of his questions to me in the barn. "When you have taken a mate will you wish for a son so you can instruct him about our ways as I have done with you? Or will you wish for a daughter, so you can show her our ritual firsthand?" I wasn't sure what my answer would be at the time. Then I felt Bianca's body latch down against me and I came inside a female for the first time, emptying shot after shot of my sticky white fluid into Bianca's fertile womb, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if we had a daughter. Would I have my father's courage to know when to let her go?