2025-09-20, 08:21 PM
Preparation
I was helping Da feed my little sister when the village healer passed by our compound. I have many little siblings from my father's five wives, but little Mae was a bit sickly and, at seven years old, still had trouble feeding on Da's penis. She sucked weakly and tried to milk it with her small hands, but always seemed to tire before she could feed.
So I usually helped out, as it was especially important for a sickly seven-year-old to get as much of her father's energizing semen as possible. At twelve, I'm the age that little children like best, and I easily made a game out of it with Mae. I encouraged and praised her as she suckled, but then acted like I needed her to teach me how to milk him properly.
She laughed with joy and imperiously explained to me how it's done when the healer, Sa Mep, entered our courtyard and greeted us. I removed my father's manhood from my mouth and respectfully returned her greeting, curtsying and drawing the welcome sign in the earth with my big toe, adding the gesture reserved for healers and elders of high rank.
"You're teaching your big sister so well, Mae-Za," Sa Mep said with a wink, playing along. "Soon she won't even need a teacher anymore and will receive her father's seed all by herself, just like you!"
Mae beamed.
“I happened to be passing by to see you and your father,” Sa Mep continued, “but I will rest my old bones here in the shade until you have had your afternoon snack.”
“Let me get you some water and a Dzingdzing leaf, Sa Mep,” I said.
“Thank you, my child.”
When I returned, the healer was sitting in the shade, and Mae was no longer drinking. I feared she had given up or was embarrassed by the elder's presence, but then I saw how red our father's face looked and heard my little sister smacking her lips with satisfaction.
"You drooled a little, my strong girl," Da cooed, wiping her cheek. Mae stuck out her tongue with a blissful expression, and Da wiped the last drop of his milky semen onto her tongue.
It was the first time I'd ever seen her eat. Certainly, the healer's powers were strong, and she'd always influenced my sister from across the courtyard! I didn't praise my sister, however, since Sa Mep's gambit of pretending she was already the more skilled milker had apparently worked.
Instead, I gave the healer her drinking gourd and dzingdzing leaf and said casually, "It's almost sunset; I'd better go down to the stream to do my ablutions. After all, we're welcoming the civet clan apprentices tonight."
In case any barbarians read this journal (for it is my goal to continue it as I become a traveling merchant through the Seven Realms), I would like to explain the relationship between the civets and our people.
The Civet clan was our neighbor and had many apprentices this year, young men between the ages of fourteen and seventeen.
Since we had far fewer apprentices, some children my age, between ten and thirteen, helped welcome our neighbors. This required ablutions, of course, since the Civet clan and ours belong to the same half and cannot have children together.
It would also be extremely impolite to offer a guest an unclean back entrance or to improperly control their semen, leaving it to lie dormant in their hostess's bowels without nourishing her. To give and receive the semen of our brave neighbors in an appropriate and courteous manner, thorough ablutions were essential.
Sa Mep's eyes flashed again as I excused myself to go to the ablutions. "Mae-Za," she said mischievously, "why don't you help Kyn-Za with her ablutions too? I'm sure you'd have a good influence on her and ensure her back entrance is completely clean to welcome a strong civet boy!"
"But Kyn—" Then Mae remembered the game and eagerly agreed. We skipped down to the stream hand in hand, leaving Sa Mep to talk to Da.
Many young people my age stood by the stream, all lined up across the current so our impurity could be carried away and the fields could be fertilized. Mae waded into the water next to me and, while I squatted, instructed me to open my sphincter and suck in the purifying water. To my surprise, she pushed up her tunic and did the same next to me. From the eddies of the stream, I could see that she, too, had suddenly mastered this art. Truly, Sa Mep was a sorceress.
I was helping Da feed my little sister when the village healer passed by our compound. I have many little siblings from my father's five wives, but little Mae was a bit sickly and, at seven years old, still had trouble feeding on Da's penis. She sucked weakly and tried to milk it with her small hands, but always seemed to tire before she could feed.
So I usually helped out, as it was especially important for a sickly seven-year-old to get as much of her father's energizing semen as possible. At twelve, I'm the age that little children like best, and I easily made a game out of it with Mae. I encouraged and praised her as she suckled, but then acted like I needed her to teach me how to milk him properly.
She laughed with joy and imperiously explained to me how it's done when the healer, Sa Mep, entered our courtyard and greeted us. I removed my father's manhood from my mouth and respectfully returned her greeting, curtsying and drawing the welcome sign in the earth with my big toe, adding the gesture reserved for healers and elders of high rank.
"You're teaching your big sister so well, Mae-Za," Sa Mep said with a wink, playing along. "Soon she won't even need a teacher anymore and will receive her father's seed all by herself, just like you!"
Mae beamed.
“I happened to be passing by to see you and your father,” Sa Mep continued, “but I will rest my old bones here in the shade until you have had your afternoon snack.”
“Let me get you some water and a Dzingdzing leaf, Sa Mep,” I said.
“Thank you, my child.”
When I returned, the healer was sitting in the shade, and Mae was no longer drinking. I feared she had given up or was embarrassed by the elder's presence, but then I saw how red our father's face looked and heard my little sister smacking her lips with satisfaction.
"You drooled a little, my strong girl," Da cooed, wiping her cheek. Mae stuck out her tongue with a blissful expression, and Da wiped the last drop of his milky semen onto her tongue.
It was the first time I'd ever seen her eat. Certainly, the healer's powers were strong, and she'd always influenced my sister from across the courtyard! I didn't praise my sister, however, since Sa Mep's gambit of pretending she was already the more skilled milker had apparently worked.
Instead, I gave the healer her drinking gourd and dzingdzing leaf and said casually, "It's almost sunset; I'd better go down to the stream to do my ablutions. After all, we're welcoming the civet clan apprentices tonight."
In case any barbarians read this journal (for it is my goal to continue it as I become a traveling merchant through the Seven Realms), I would like to explain the relationship between the civets and our people.
The Civet clan was our neighbor and had many apprentices this year, young men between the ages of fourteen and seventeen.
Since we had far fewer apprentices, some children my age, between ten and thirteen, helped welcome our neighbors. This required ablutions, of course, since the Civet clan and ours belong to the same half and cannot have children together.
It would also be extremely impolite to offer a guest an unclean back entrance or to improperly control their semen, leaving it to lie dormant in their hostess's bowels without nourishing her. To give and receive the semen of our brave neighbors in an appropriate and courteous manner, thorough ablutions were essential.
Sa Mep's eyes flashed again as I excused myself to go to the ablutions. "Mae-Za," she said mischievously, "why don't you help Kyn-Za with her ablutions too? I'm sure you'd have a good influence on her and ensure her back entrance is completely clean to welcome a strong civet boy!"
"But Kyn—" Then Mae remembered the game and eagerly agreed. We skipped down to the stream hand in hand, leaving Sa Mep to talk to Da.
Many young people my age stood by the stream, all lined up across the current so our impurity could be carried away and the fields could be fertilized. Mae waded into the water next to me and, while I squatted, instructed me to open my sphincter and suck in the purifying water. To my surprise, she pushed up her tunic and did the same next to me. From the eddies of the stream, I could see that she, too, had suddenly mastered this art. Truly, Sa Mep was a sorceress.