Chapter 66: A Full Course

If my foresight was as pellucid as my hindsight, I would’ve handle the following situation differently although the results were better than prognosticated. I opened the door to Róstran’s room with Þjálfí and Íkamæn behind me, freezing instantly at what I saw. My brothers were having sex. Lárus was on his knees and had Róstran sitting on his penis, and he was jerking him off. They were in the early stages but froze a couple of seconds after I did, hands still on the runt’s ginormous log and penis still buried in the runt’s anus. The scene would’ve been erotic if the guests weren’t behind me. Our enlarged eyes locked. Then, I frantically scrambled my brain for a way to cover up the taboo though my escort had the view the instant it opened.

My impromptu idea was to drag Þjálfí and Íkamæn into the room quickly and shut the door. “What the hell are you two doing?” I asked my brothers in a demanding tone.

“Fucking,” Lárus answered.

“You could’ve waited until I returned.” I coughed and pointed out to Lárus and Róstran that they were copulating still.

“How were we supposed to foretell you bringing sojourners?” Róstran catechized in his rare, irascible tone.

Lárus pulled out and released Róstran’s cock. “And why are they here?”

I looked at Þjálfí and Íkamæn. “They escorted me for protection. I had an encounter with Kellam.”

Lárus immediately entered his protective mode. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Not a scratch, but he startled me.”

Þjálfí moved forward. “Íkamæn and I sensed danger and intervened before Kellam had a chance to violate her in anyway. He wisely chose retreat instead of assault.”

Lárus’s rancor returned and snarled— not directed at me but at himself. “I should’ve went with you.”

“None of us could’ve predicted I encountered him,” I responded. I sighed while broaching the next topic. “I guess the secret’s out.” I slowly turned to the guests expecting revulsion from them.

Repugnance did not occur once on Þjálfí and Íkamæn’s physiognomies. They were amicable. The latter went further, showing signs he was turned on: flustered state and popping a boner.

“I swear to Faer I won’t mention this to anyone,” Þjálfí spoke.

“Really?” Lárus asked, enlarging his eyes.

Þjálfí nodded. “I believe in some of the Forbidden Five to be bullshit, so I plan on ameliorating it by becoming the Alpha Prime and decreeing them off the list. Homosexuality being legal is one of the first actions I plan on enacting.”

Lárus turned to Íkamæn. “And you?”

Þjálfí looked at Íkamæn, too, and turned his head down towards the erect penis. “Looks like his dick is doing the talking for him.” Íkamæn looked down and immediately covered himself, and he chuckled. “Don’t worry. You can clearly see we don’t give a shit although I didn’t expect you to roll that way.”

“I guess that explains why you keep saying you’re unworthy around me,” I uttered.

Íkamæn relaxed and revealed his erection. “A moiety of it. I still firmly believe I’ll spend my life restoring my reputation for what my family did.”

My hands were at my hips. “And I already told you earlier about your belief. Consider your debt paid, then.”

Íkamæn blushed and wagged his tail. “Thanks.”

Lárus walked up and offered his hands for the guests. “And you have my gratitude for protecting Kaera. I don’t know what else I can do for a reward.”

Þjálfí reciprocated. “Thanks…uh?”

“His name is Lárus Brákfursæn,” Íkamæn replied, shaking my brother’s hand. He pointed at Róstran on the bed. “He’s Róstran Brákfursæn.” I was his next topic. “And she’s Kaera Brákfurdútir.”

“Alpha Brákfur’s pups. I heard many accolades stories about him from my master and elsewhere. In another realm, he would be the best Alpha Prime around. That means,” Þjálfí swung his finger between me and Lárus, “she’s more than just your sister.”

“How’d you know?”

“An educated presupposition. You expressed deep concern for her that one does for their mate. Since your dick was inside your brother,” Þjálfí shrugged, “it leads me to believe it’s not that far of a leap to bone your sister, and I swear to Faer to turn a blind eye.”

“Well, thank you for coming to my mate’s aid. I don’t know what to give you and Íkamæn.”

Þjálfí waved the offer off. “I would refuse it anyway.” He grinned mischievously at Íkamæn next. “He, on the other hand,” his left hand wrapped around Íkamæn’s dick, “does deserve something if he allows it.”

Íkamæn tensed up in shock and alarm although he didn’t mask his delight. “ÞjálfÍ!”

Þjálfí didn’t go further though he didn’t release the boner. “Your penis is getting harder that quick, huh?”

Íkamæn blushed and became timid. “There are people watching.”

Þjálfí looked at me and my siblings. “I’m certain they have zero intentions on divulging our secret to anyone.” We nodded. “So, how about it? I’ll scratch your back, and you’ll scratch mine. We’ll give them a show and have them participate. I know I’ve been craving for release for my entire life, I guess your life of celibacy is driving you nuts.”

“Þjálfí,” Íkamæn mewed.

Þjálfí tightened his grip on Íkamæn’s erection, and his lustful expression suggested he already knew the answer. “Just a simple yes or no.”

Íkamæn leaked precum. “Yes.”

Þjálfí moved in front of Íkamæn and knelt, looking at me and my brothers. “Anyone know if we have total privacy or if we need to make this quick?”

“My father will check in around two hours.” It dawned on me that I brought pabulums for Róstran, and I delivered it to him. “These are for you.”

Róstran took them. “Thanks. I’m famished.” He ingurgitated it while watching the guests. Lárus stroked his penis, and I did also.

Þjálfí licked the bead of pre off Íkamæn’s urethra. “Plenty of time to cum. Enjoy the show.”

“We’ll put on one for you, too,” Lárus uttered, putting Róstran on his inguinal region.

Þjálfí beamed at the off. “Awesome. I love incest and always wanted to witness it.” He asked Róstran if he could have one of the sausage ropes on the platter, and Róstran allowed him. His impish grin returned as he spun Íkamæn around. “Keep this nice and warm for a bit.”

Íkamæn groaned mirthfully as the first sausage in the chain entered his rectum. “Fucking Faer,” he drawled out. Sequentially, the rest in line went inside him like anal beads, the pygmy portion of the fifth and final tube of ground meat sticking out of his anus, and Þjálfí slapped him on his fundament before turning him around.

Lárus went horizontal and scooted Róstran closer to his snout. Róstran paused fugaciously from consuming food, moaning while he feasted on Róstran’s backdoor. His eyes and hands did the talking for him. I was supposed to sit on his penis.

I straddled my twin mate’s girthy spire, his tip just tickling my outer labia. I watched Þjálfí fellate Íkamæn in the 69-position, observing the deep blue eyes glance at me. Íkamæn sucked his phallus. He gave me a thumbs-up, so my nether lips easily swallowed it. I slowly went up and down. Not only did I savor his maleness more, I gave Þjálfí a show, gyrating my hips, accentuating my mammillae, and sensually licking my lips at him. He did well at multitasking, and took all of his partner’s penis in his mouth. My performance fueled his power on Íkamæn, and Íkamæn was too stupefied from the pleasure to reciprocate, letting him thrust instead.

I turned around and bent over, lifting my tail for Þjálfí to watch the masculine spear stir my insides. Róstran was hard from the rimming, his sausage fully out of the hirsute casing. I took some of the meaty masterpiece into my mouth. Lárus did the rest of the job, jerking the remainder.

Þjálfí stopped fellating and resorted to handjobs and rubbing Íkamæn’s phallus over his visage. The smugness exuded out of his face and physique like sweat. The vigorous thrusts left marks on Íkamæn’s face: bruises from his testicles and roseate cheeks from the euphoria. Íkamæn was the first male to ejaculate.

Þjálfí paused, letting his pecker obstruct his partner’s air passageway. “Can you move yourselves a bit? I can’t see much of your brothers in action.”

Lárus answered by turning his body around, resuming the stimulations on me and Róstran. “Is this a good view?” I asked before tasting more of the humongous penis.

Þjálfí’s jaw dropped, and he pointed at the elephant’s trunk. “Is that really Róstran’s penis?”

“Yes,” Róstran answered, unsure about the connotation.

Þjálfí excitedly vociferated, “I knew you had the cock from the size of your balls, though I grossly underestimated how well-endowed you are. Only a pure Direfenri has the slimmest of chances possess that.”

“I am one.”

“Never would’ve guessed, but that doesn’t diminish how incredibly blessed you are. That is as close to Faer’s phallus a mortal can be born with. If I had a coin for every time I saw a penis that huge, I have two coins— which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.” Þjálfí’s toothy grin sent my heart and libido into a frenzy. “Bet you got all the females your age begging for that dick whenever your Mating Ceremony arrives. You should be the first to pick from the litter.”

“Róstran isn’t the type to flaunt his body around. In fact, he prefers clothes rather to being naked like us,” I spoke, feeling my muliebrity stretch wider for my twin brother’s knot.

Þjálfí jerked his head at me. “Really? If I had that body and genitalia I’d get even more females wet and have an easier time doing so. They dig scars?”

“That’s what I said,” Lárus spoke into Róstran’s ass. He flinched when Róstran shot daggers at him about the cicatrixes’ origins. “Sorry.” He turned his cranium away from the gamey fissure. “These scars aren’t from any acts of heroism and bad-assery They’re remnants of a time he wishes to forget.”

“Ah, I see. My apologies for any memories I inadvertently brought up. In a lighter topic,” Þjálfí grinned impishly while pointing at me and Lárus. “I bet neither of you can take that fucking log in its entirety.”

Challenge fucking accepted, I thought to myself, smirking. Lárus paused with his maleness in my vagina, allowing me to relax and parade my talent. I took all of Róstran’s phallus in my mouth straight to the svelte root, sending the runt over the edge.

“Behold!” Lárus shouted to go with his gesticulation.

“Fucking Faer,” Þjálfí spoke slowly in wonderment.

Lárus glanced at the vinculum at my mouth. “That’ll take a while even with his knot not inflated fully. You got plenty of air?” I nodded. “You want me to resume thrusting into you?” I nodded again, and he commenced where he left off. He went at a more phlegmatic pace, but I felt his pecker at my cervix and uterus.

I caught Íkamæn whispering to Þjálfí out of my peripheral vision. “Íkamæn wants me to ask you if he can participate,” Þjálfí uttered.

Lárus looked at me and Róstran, his concern being more prominent. “My initial answer was no, but he can if these two agree together, and I’ll be keeping a close eye on him if he joins.”

“I’ll give him a chance since he’s distancing himself from his pack,” Róstran answered.My reasoning was exact as him with the addition of the encounter with Kellam, so I lifted my tail and sensually invited Íkamæn with my expression and wiggling a finger.

“Looks like they want you.” Þjálfí patted Íkamæn on the back. “Go get em.”

I was Íkamæn’s target, and my last orifice obtained a phallus. All three fronts were assaulted with my mouth and throat having a chockablock inside. I perceived the disparity of the penises in my nether region. If I had blindfolds on, I would easily discern which one was my consanguineous lover.

“I almost forgot those were there,” Þjálfí spoke. I conjectured with the nonverbal attestations that he feasted on the sausage links in Íkamæn’s rectum.

“Uhh, Kaera, I don’t believe I can hold it in any longer,” Róstran taciturnly uttered like a pup knowing it sinned and its parents caught it.

I nodded and braced myself for the acerbic sapor. It surged down my throat like a reservoir from a collapsed dam, and Róstran could micturate nearly as long as his knot waiting to deflate. At least I didn’t have to worry about the window of masking the stench before it became permanent.

Íkamæn seemed aroused as his tender speed picked up in intensity. My breasts received attention from his metacarpi, my nipples turning erect. He stretched my anal crevices and filled me up decently despite not packing the length and girth of either of my brothers.

Lárus didn’t last long after Íkamæn entered my fundament. Fresh, hot batter turned my uterus white and effortlessly extravasated out of my birth canal as steadily as he ejaculated. Íkamæn was not far behind either. In fact, I felt Gellir’s sibling alter the thrusts as a harbinger of knotting though he severely hindered himself as a way of asking permission or trying to avoid transgression. My mouth was occupied with ingurgitating the continuous stream of urine, so I gave Íkamæn a thumbs up. A sudden jolt accompanied thick globs of cream in my rectum, and my belly inflated from the salmagundi of sperm and piss.

“Mind if I have a turn with Kaera, Lárus?” Þjálfí inquired as my twin sibling’s cock slipped out of my muliebrity.

“As long as you don’t accidentally knot her,” Lárus answered, rolling on his right side.

“That is the farthest down on my list of things to do, and my list can stretch from one side of Illyria to another.” Þjálfí took Lárus’s spot although his head was at my cum-filled cunt. I noticed he was a virgin. “Be careful where you sit, Róstran, unless you don’t mind my fleshy stalagmite in your ass.”

“I appreciate the exhortation,” Róstran responded, and his bladder finally ran dry. His knot remained too big. My respect for Rýnaki’s skill grew.

I perceived Þjálfí’s tongue lap away at the spunk leaking out of my snatch, and his knowledge on cunnilingus caught me by surprised. He didn’t have intimate knowledge of every erogenous spot in my vagina and the best techniques for them, and he didn’t possess the adroitness like mom. However, he demonstrated enough skill that proved his chastity wasn’t as unadulterated as I prognosticated. To his credit, he had the length to pierce my cervix. I convulsed as the dicks inside me allowed the second he penetrated it, flooding his countenance with my orgasm. The last vestiges came out as minor howls as Róstran pulled out.

“You’re not as much of a virgin as I thought, Þjálfí,” I huffed.

“As long as my knot doesn’t enter a bitch’s cunt, no one will be none the wiser,” Þjálfí replied, wiping his visage. “I would’ve had a mate by now, but Ljósálfur got to me first. My adoration for bitches overcame his watchful eyes and severe castigation and granted me several moments of fucking them in clandestine. I supplicate frequently to Faer for the largest harem ever in the known realms when I meet him.”

“That reminds me,” Lárus spoke, looking at Íkamæn. “Who taught you and Aðalstænn to fight with your fists like you did in the arena?”

Íkamæn tugged his knot a couple of times, remaining hilted to my posterior. “Elven monks over in Aeyis. I was enamored when I saw them perform in a show while I was vacationing with my family when I was a pup, and it grew even more when one of them came to my defense from an imminent mugging. I begged repeatedly until they gave me books and scrolls to read when I had privacy. My parents were- and still are- the type that believe that hand-to-hand fighting was the most pathetic style to learn. Once I was on my own, I finished what I started in Aeyis and learned from the elves. As for Aðalstænn, I gave him what they gave me and personally taught him some of the moves so he could protect himself and his sister better from their father.”

“I hate to be a bearer of bad news, but it seems like he’s misusing your teachings,” Lárus peevishly uttered.

“Really? I’ll admonish him sternly when I see him next time.” Íkamæn became dead weight on my back. “Thanks, Kaera, for allowing me to get some practice in before I have sex with Ilmur.”

“Don’t mention it,” I replied, lying on my side to alleviate my back. “Don’t suppose you had many opportunities for procreating.”

“Not when my penis had another desire. That’s the first edict I’ll change when I ascend the throne.”

“I’ll do it for you,” Þjálfí joked.

“Thanks, but save your energy for when I grant you your harem,” Íkamæn trash-talked.

“You have Kellam and the alleged cheater in the way,” Róstran uttered.

Íkamæn and Þjálfí looked at each other. “They won’t be a problem,” they spoke together.

I felt the former tug his knot harder. “I can pull out now. Get ready,” he enunciated. I braced myself and grunted as Íkamæn’s penis slid out.

Þjálfí was at my butt instantly and licked my cum-filled anus. “We still have time before Alpha Brákfur shows up. Anyone down for round two?”

“I’m up for it,” Íkamæn answered.

“What do you say, Róstran?” Lárus catechized, growing concerned a second later. “Róstran?”

Róstran appeared sickened and terrified. “He’s on the move,” he replied in a high-pitched, haunting whisper.

“Who?” I inquired, also perturbed for Róstran.

“Fjöðvar.” Fugacious wisps of mana flickered on Róstran’s fingertips.

Lárus was the first to act. “Go to the cave, the one we have special reservations directly from the Alpha Prime.

I enacted on the similar impulse a second behind Lárus. “On it.” I grabbed Róstran’s arm and headed to the door with him. “Sorry, Þjálfí. Hopefully we get another opportunity.”

Þjálfí appeared confused, glancing at the commotion between me and Lárus. “What’s going on? Why’s Fjöðvar a threat?”

“Our father gave Kaera and I a task of keeping Róstran hidden from Fjöðvar because he wanted him to have the best outcome for military service, a fate he strongly believed Fjöðvar wouldn’t give him.,” Lárus answered., gathering the food.

Þjálfí looked even more confused. “Why.” He pointed at Róstran. “How’s he able to sense him?”

“Because Róstran was born with natural ability for magic, something that is incredibly rare for us Fenri and Direfenri. According to our father, there is a growing number of members in this palace and plenty of Alphas who express interest in expanding the military and open up a branch for mages only, and he doesn’t want Róstran to witness the horrors of war.”

“Alpha Brákfur has the clout and sound judgment. If he believes that Róstran will be better off not being the first to experiment the new branch of the military, then I’ll trust him.” Þjálfí elevated his voice a bit when Lárus, me, and Róstran exited the room. “May Faer bless you with protection as you navigate to your destination.”

“And Faer bless you and Íkamæn on your paths.” Lárus shut the door.