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  "writing": "[center]The Incestuous Vices of Sasha Tatlavica[/center]\n\n[center]Bruno Hirschkoff[/center]\n[center]© February 2025[/center]\n\n[i]This is a work of erotic fiction for discerning adults only.[/i]\n\n[i]All characters and settings are fictional. The world of Asantrea and all of its concepts, locations, characters and associated artwork, literature, and other material is the sole creation of the Author and remains their intellectual property. [/i]\n\n[i]This work is not for commercial publication or distribution without the Author’s written consent.[/i]\n\n[center]*[/center]\n\n[center]Chapter 4[/center]\n[center]Influence and Vice[/I]\n\n1782 Arahan Domini\nArhanifell, Olkvarskali Oblast, Ithenor[/center]\n\n[center] *[/center]\n\nOver the weeks since their first encounter, Sasha Tatlavica had become fast friends with Ruslan and Svetla. Sasha’s wit, his wide-ranging knowledge of obscure plays from far-flung corners of the world, and a knack for stagecraft endeared him to the two actors. Not to mention his writing.\n\nRuslan, being a poet himself, often read and critiqued Sasha’s work, and Sasha found himself subtly mimicking his demeanours and inflections. He was charismatic in a rough-and-ready sort of way, with an easy smile and eyes that sparkled with mischief. Like Sasha, he was a pine marten, while Svetla was an ivory-furred sable with raven-dark hair that tumbled about her slender shoulders like an obsidian waterfall. \n\nRuslan and Sasha looked similar enough that on occasion, Sasha even played Ruslan’s roles in their street performances, while Ruslan himself played the part of an extra, or a shady character with a ragged hat, moving around the crowd gathering coins for their performance. \n\nSome of Sasha’s favourite moments were those of the romantic plays, where he held Svetla in his arms, and even kissed her on stage to the hoots and whistles of the audience.\n\nBut he wasn’t very good at it, and it showed.\n\nAfter just such a performance, Svetla led them to an underground bar – one of many across the city, as it turned out. This place was on the rougher side of town, and far from Sasha’s usual surroundings. The streets here were grimy and largely unlit, and the buildings constructed of wood and shingle rather than stone and glass and copper. But the little bar was cozy enough, and just barely clean enough to be comfortable. The seats were cushioned, the tables were solid, and the space was small and dark and intimate. Svetla used a coin out of Ruslan’s hat to buy them a round of drinks. Ruslan moved to a padded bench built into the wall of the building with a long trestle in front of it, and sat on Sasha’s right. Svetla slid onto the seat on his left, with their backs against the bar’s wall. She patted his thigh and gave it a squeeze. \n\n“Drink up,” she ordered, then tipped her own glass back.\n\nHer hand remained on his thigh. Sasha grit his teeth and willed himself not to grow erect. It was a battle he lost, with the taste of her kiss remaining on his lips from their performance, and the memory of the warmth and curvature of her body against his. He drained his glass, and Ruslan whistled to the proprietor for another round, before flicking a silver coin across the room onto the bar.\n\n“Ain’t no table service here! Come get em y’self, y’lousy bastard,” the proprietor snarled. \n\n“Ahh, what injustices we must endure in this cruel, cruel world,” Ruslan said with a grin to Sasha.\n\nThen he stood, and waltzed across the tiny room to pick up three more glasses of liquor. In the brief moment he was gone, Svetla’s hand rose, and laid casually over the stiffness in Sasha’s pants. Sasha gasped loudly and tensed. \n\nIt was the first time anyone had ever touched him there, aside from himself. \n\n“Oh, hello,” Svetla whispered in his ear. “I was wondering, I thought I felt this earlier. Arahan’s titties, you’re gifted down there, too!”\n\n“Svetla, I…”\n\nRuslan put three glasses on the table and sat down heavily. “What did I miss? What are you two whispering about, hmm?”\n\n“Oh, you know,” Svetla said noncommittally. She gave Sasha’s cock a lingering squeeze in the darkness, and then removed her hand. “I was just saying… Sasha is clearly quite inexperienced in the romantic arts. He doesn’t kiss with the passion or skill you display with your tongue, my darling.”\n\n“Aye, that much is clear, I’m afraid,” Ruslan said, with an apologetic smirk to Sasha. “When you kiss a woman, Sasha, you must kiss her with your [i]soul, [/i]not just with your mouth. It is like… making love, but with your [i]whole [/i]self. The same passion you put into your writing, Sasha, that is the sort of passion you should have when you kiss Svetla in that scene. She is your [i]lover, [/i]in that moment, in that play. Your characters have been apart for many years, and the kiss needs to [i]ache [/i]with passion. You need to [i]immerse [/i]yourself in her. Here, let me show you…”\n\nSasha squeaked and ducked out of the way just in time for Ruslan and Svetla to crash together over him. They kissed robustly, urgently, breathlessly, with such passion and with such tenderness that Sasha had never witnessed so closely before—he realised in that moment that all of his notions of romance, of kissing, and indeed probably of sex, were likely wrong. They were all based on what he’d read in ancient plays and smutty novels, and seeing it so close seemed so different. Ruslan and Svetla’s tongues danced, their breath mingled, and Sasha saw Svetla’s shoulders rise, her spine arch, and her thigh trembled against his own. Then he felt her hand on his crotch again. He tensed up, and she curled her fingers around him through his trousers. Sasha thought he was going to pass out from arousal. But then her hand was gone, and he heard Ruslan gasp and growl into the kiss, and realised she was groping him, instead. His thigh was pressed tightly to Sasha’s, and Sasha felt Ruslan gyrate his hips, pressing into Svetla’s hand. Sasha did not know where to place his hands, so he clasped them in front of his chest. \n\nThey continued to kiss for several long minutes, until the bar’s proprietor hurled a filthy rag in their direction and yelled an obscenity.\n\nWhen they broke apart, both Ruslan and Svetla were flushed and breathless. Her lips remained parted, her eyes half-lidded, and her hand brushed once again momentarily along Sasha’s groin. \n\n“And [i]that,” [/i]Ruslan said, somewhat piqued, “is how you kiss a woman, Sasha.”\n\n“And [i]that,” [/i]Svetla said, more for Sasha’s ear than Ruslan’s, “is how you give [i]two [/i]men a rod in their pants at the same time…”\n\n“You, my dear, could give a [i]corpse [/i]a rod in its pants if you so desired,” Ruslan chuckled. “Now, Sasha! It is your turn. Go ahead, show me what you have learned…”\n\nSasha’s mouth fell open. \n\nSvetla hungrily captured his cheek in her hand and turned his head toward her. Then, momentarily, she paused. Their lips were a mere inch apart. He could smell the liquor on her breath, and the scent of her arousal. \n\n“Am I your first?” she murmured. “Other than on stage?”\n\nHe nodded imperceptibly. She growled lustfully and braced her other hand on his thigh, lifting herself upward towards him. “Kiss me, Sasha,” she ordered. \n\nRuslan leaned on the table and watched with a broad, cheeky grin on his handsome face. Sasha squirmed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was achingly aware of how taboo this was. He was breaking [i]Dosvakny’a [/i]by even having been touched by Svetla, but somehow when he was around her and Ruslan, he existed outside of his everyday life. He tentatively moved in, and pressed his lips to Svetla’s. He tilted his muzzle just as Ruslan had done, arched his body to press against her, and ran his hand up the back of her neck into her luscious hair. Svelta tilted her head opposite his own. Her breath wafted across his cheek, and he pressed into the kiss. He felt a surge of excitement from deep within himself, and in his mind, suddenly imagined that she was not Svetla at all, but Svarina. \n\nHe growled heatedly into the kiss and deepened it. His tongue slid across her lower lip, and then brushed her own. She made a sound of surprise and delight, and he felt her hand tighten in his thigh. He kissed her as if she were his sister, and felt an upwelling of desperate longing, of trembling, aching desire that made his heart skip and dance in his chest and his whole body tingle and quiver. \n\nSvetla broke the kiss, and stared at him incredulously. \n\n“Now [i]that [/i]was something different entirely…” she said huskily. \n\nRuslan barked with laughter and clapped Sasha on the back. “See? You just have to project your deepest, most closely held desires through your character onto the stage, Sasha… that was very good, I believed it!”\n\n“Ruslan, my darling, I am… I think we should take this young poet home with us, this night. Perchance his already voluptuous writing could benefit…?” Svetla murmured. \n\nHer hand rose up his thigh again, until she could tease a clawtip around the tip of his cock. He flexed it, and she smirked.\n\n“If you want to fuck him, Svetla, you do not need to be so coy,” Ruslan said. \n\nSasha’s ears burned. \n\n“Oh, he’s gifted alright, here, feel this…”\n\nSasha bit back a chitter of shock when Svetla grasped Ruslan’s wrist and planted his hand directly on Sasha’s erection. Ruslan calmly allowed his hand to wander over Sasha’s groin, skilfully feeling out his size, his girth and his stiffness. \n\n“Gifted? More like… blessed by Kasdall, Sasha!” Ruslan exclaimed. His hand wrung the tip of Sasha’s firmness over his clothing, and the poet chuckled at the bloom of wetness that created. “Hmmm, I can feel that the lust you write about is very real in you, Sasha. Have you ever been with anyone?”\n\nSasha shook his head. “N-no, but I cannot… I…”\n\nRuslan withdrew his hand, and Sasha almost groaned in disappointment.\n\n“Leave behind your notions of propriety, Sasha,” Svetla said. “[i]Dosvakny’a [/i]or no. You did mention that you have entered that silly little contract—with whom, if I may know? Do you love them? And how is it that if you have a [i]Dosvakny, [/i]you have still never been touched like this?”\n\n“That is a good point, Svetla. Do tell, Sasha…”\n\nSasha stammered incoherently. \n\n“Fear not, there are no secrets that could shock us,” Svetla grinned. “It is clear in your writing that your lusts are directed to a sibling… are you [i]Dosvakny’y [/i]with your sister?”\n\nSasha sighed. “No, not my sister, though I wish that were true.”\n\nSvetla gave a filthy grin. “I’m sure. The way you kissed me… did you imagine I was her?”\n\nSasha nodded. Svetla clapped her hands. “Now I know why you got so stiff over it! Ahh, Ruslan my dear, we have found a creature with proclivities to match your own! Sasha, Ruslan has his very own… curious fantasies. I do believe being a pervert is somehow inherent to being a poet…”\n\nRuslan cleared his throat and Sasha felt him squirm alongside him. \n\n“So, Sasha,” Ruslan said. “You haven’t actually told us… with whom are you [i]Dosvakny’y?”[/i]\n\nSasha sighed. They’d cornered him. He couldn’t get away with not saying. \n\n“My father,” he mumbled. \n\nBoth actors were silent for a long moment, and then Ruslan let out a whoop of glee. “So you could not commit to your sister, presumably because she was already taken, so you settled for your father in her place?!”\n\nSasha glared at him. “I did not [i]settle [/i]for him, no—the arrangement is genuine, although it is without… certain activities. He was clear on that. But… he is also… my sister’s [i]Dosvakny, [/i]and so…”\n\n“So remaining close to your father guarantees that you remain close to the true object of your desires. Oh Sasha, we could write the most [i]delicious [/i]play about this…” Ruslan said excitedly. \n\n“But if there is no sex in your relationship, Sasha, how are you to learn? How indeed are you to… deal with your bodily urges, which this strange society deems to be so sinful outside of marriage?” Svetla asked him. \n\n“I have my ways, but yes, it will be a challenge. Though, one for which I am prepared and comfortable, so long as I remain close to her…”\n\n“The longing, the desperate bleeding heart! Oh, how enticing!” Ruslan exclaimed. \n\n“And yet, here he is, Ruslan, until this night he had never truly kissed a woman… nor, presumably, a man. One must thus imagine that he is equally inexperienced in all other aspects of a lovers’ union…” Svetla said. \n\n“The celibate, virginal poet who writes of such ecstasies, oh yes! What do you suggest, Svetla?”\n\n“I think we need to take him home with us, Ruslan. Look, even still, he remains erect… he clearly wants this.”\n\nRuslan and Svetla would brook no opposition from Sasha. And truly, he only protested with half of his heart. They represented a sort of freedom from the strictures of Olkvar society of a kind Sasha had never encountered before, and he feared that to deny them now would cause them to lose their interest in him. After several more rounds of drinks, Ruslan, who by that time was noticeably drunk, led Svetla and Sasha out into the street and sought to hire them a carriage to transport them home. Svetla draped herself around Sasha with increasing shamelessness, and the physical closeness he felt with both of them began to feel much more natural than the staidness with which Olkvar society tended to operate.\n\nThe carriage ride was relatively short, but for its entire duration, in the relative privacy of curtained windows and wood and cushioned seats, the three of them kissed and touched and held one another, right up until the carriage lurched to a stop and the driver stepped down to open the door. He was a Sarg, a mean looking rodent with only one eye, which glared beadily into the steamy interior of his carriage. He bade them exit with all haste, and two of the three did so with hands held awkwardly in front of themselves.\n\nRuslan and Svetla lived together in a tiny bedsit in a building owned by a Burgovan philanthropist, who apparently saw the plight of artists and actors in Arhanifell as a great social injustice. There were some thirty bedsits in the building, all of which were rented for nominal sums to creative types, dreamers, poets and sculptors. Ruslan and Svetla were apparently well known here, for even as late as it was, they were hailed and greeted by numerous of the building’s residents before they finally reached their room, high up and towards the back of the structure. Sasha felt very exposed in there, seen by so many being escorted by Ruslan and Svetla for what was probably a very obvious reason. \n\nSvetla pushed him firmly up against the wall and kissed him again, heatedly, while Ruslan fumbled around in his clothing seeking his key. She ground her body heavily up against his own, and Sasha felt himself yet again rising to her touch. The feeling of her warm, flat crotch pressed firmly to his thigh and the soft swell of her breasts against his chest stoked his furnace, and he boldly encircled her in his arms, holding her tightly and kissing her back with passionate intent. \n\nThe door finally opened, and Ruslan bustled them inside. Svetla did not stop kissing Sasha. Ruslan pressed up behind her, enfolding her between himself and Sasha, and she made a delighted, quavering sound. Sasha felt her hips grind back and forth between them, and felt Ruslan’s hands encircle them both. \n\nAnd then Svetla broke her kiss with Sasha, only for Ruslan to be there instead. Sasha had never kissed a man before, either on stage or in any other setting. His eyes flew open in surprise and he momentarily tensed. But Ruslan was gentle and patient, and the feeling of Svetla’s fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt fired his confidence. He kissed Ruslan the way he kissed Svetla, deeply and heatedly, and felt the growl in Ruslan’s throat emanate into his mouth through his tongue and his breath. Ruslan’s hands made their way downward to Sasha’s buttocks, and he grunted in surprise at the novel sensation of firm, strong hands squeezing and kneading that part of him, pulling his hips firmly in against Svetla between them. \n\n“Oh Ruslan,” Svetla murmured. “You are both [i]so [/i]erect, I can feel you both and it is driving me wild with desire…”\n\nRuslan broke his kiss with Sasha with a chuckle, and playfully bit Svetla’s ear. “Well then, let us escalate our little tryst, hmm? I know full well what you are thinking, my darling… but what would our guest be comfortable with? Does he wish merely to watch us fuck, and to learn from our years of experience only with his eyes? Or would he perchance be tempted to join us in some capacity? To learn from us what he cannot learn from his [i]Dosvakny [/i]father? To perhaps fantasise that you, Svetla, are his sister, the object of his incestuous perversions?”\n\nRuslan’s theatrical voice sent shivers up Sasha’s spine—he had never heard Ruslan speak in that voice of such things, but at the same time, something did not feel quite right, which Svetla promptly and with astonishing accuracy detected and dispelled. \n\n“Ahh, but this sister of his, Ruslan… surely to Sasha she is the Eos to his Titus. A nymph of Mido, to whom nothing and no one could ever hope to compare. Far be it from me to believe I could ever emulate one so dear to him. Sasha… imagine her in my position, if you will, but know that I make no claim on your particular desire for her.”\n\nWhile she spoke, she continued to unbutton his shirt, and by the time she was done, she splayed her hands across Sasha’s chest, and pushed the garment off of his shoulders. It was then, suddenly, that Sasha realised that Ruslan’s hands, since leaving his buttocks, had not been idle either. There was a soft rustle of cloth, and Svetla’s skirt fell to her feet between their bodies, leaving her wearing only her chemise. And, seconds later, that too was skilfully removed by Ruslan, leaving Svetla standing in naught but her fur, her body pressed between the fully dressed Ruslan and the topless Sasha. Her breasts were full and soft and she pressed them together and upwards with her hands, displaying them for him with a teasing chuckle. Sasha’s mouth was as dry as a desert as he felt a pair of hands—Ruslan’s, as it happened—seeking the buttons of his trousers. At the same time, Svetla turned around between the two men, and suddenly Sasha felt her soft, shapely buttocks and the thick base of her tail pressed to his groin, and instinctively pressed his hips forward against her. She chuckled good naturedly and playfully ground back onto him, while her hands worked busily on Ruslan’s clothing. She made short work of his waistcoat and his shirt, and then, almost at the same moment, both Sasha’s and Ruslan’s trousers sank down their respective thighs, leaving the three martens naked together in the privacy of the actors’ bedsit. \n\nThe sensation of another’s fur against his bare arousal for the very first time nearly caused Sasha to lose control of his semen then and there. His breath left him in a shaky vocalisation of lust, and he instinctively gripped Svetla’s waist in his hands and moved his penis against her, basking in the sensation of her glorious fur and the warmth of her buttocks and tailbase against his swollen organ. Then, driven by something primal in the very back of his mind, he adjusted his position to push his hardness between her buttocks, upwards beneath her fluffy tail, and felt heat and bare skin against his glans. Svetla squeaked, gently extricated herself from the two men, and lowered her gaze to Sasha’s rod. \n\n“Easy there, Titus!” she teased him. “I am not sure you would fit in that entrance of mine… in fact, now that I can see you in all your glory… I am unsure if you would fit in the front, either!”\n\nHe stared hungrily at her nakedness, the first woman he had ever lain eyes upon in naught but her fur. Her fur was indeed beautiful, the pale gold of a ripened field of summer wheat layered over rich mahogany, which showed through more clearly in her groin, her forearms, her lower legs and her tail. Dense though her fur was, it flowed across her body like the finest silk, accentuating her every curve. Her nipples, the dark, dusky pink of Athonian pottery, showed through the fine, thinner fur of her breasts—the same colour as her lips, Sasha noted; and, indeed, the same colour as her nether lips. Her fur was immaculately trimmed, without a trace of the dense mat of coarse fur around her groin which Sasha displayed. In its absence, Sasha could see everything; the delicate, yet complex curvature of her womanhood; a subtle mound which parted into two around the sacred chalice of her vulva. Her clitoris was covered by a fold of skin which Sasha longed to feel between his lips, and below it, the petals of her flower rested like pleated silk between the velvet softness of her labia majora, and Sasha drank in his very first sight of a woman’s genitalia. Velvet softness that was, Sasha saw, matted to her skin with wetness. \n\nShe allowed him to explore her with his eyes, since she herself was treating him in much the same way, with her eyes fixed on the jutting pink rod of his cock, which throbbed and twitched with such force he felt it must explode from all the pressure.\n\n“I am surprised, Sasha,” Ruslan commented.\n\nRuslan, too, was staring with something akin to awe at Sasha’s cock, and Sasha eventually dragged his eyes away from Svetla’s body to look at Ruslan’s in return. \n\n“Is it really that large?” Sasha said. “First my sister made a comment on it, then both of you…”\n\nRuslan laughed. “Come here, Sasha,” he said. \n\nHe stepped forward until their cocks were side by side. Ruslan’s was only just more than half of Sasha’s length, and perhaps two-thirds of his girth. But the main difference that Sasha immediately noticed, was that Ruslan was not circumcised. Instead, his glans was almost entirely covered by the soft, supple fold of skin Sasha had only, until that moment, seen depicted in crude artwork adorning Athonian pottery, and hinted at in the classical artworks. And, like Svetla, his pubic fur was trimmed away such that it appeared never to have existed.\n\n“Your size was not the source of my surprise, Sasha,” Ruslan continued, “though you are… most gifted, indeed. No, I am mostly surprised to find that your cock has been cut. You write so convincingly of foreskin and of the eroticism of your male characters exposing their glans for their partners, that I assumed you had one, yourself!”\n\nSasha could hardly think straight. Ruslan’s penis was touching his own, resting hard and warm alongside his own flesh. And yet he was so calm about it, as if it were their hands touching, and not those most intimate and engorged parts of themselves. And even as he spoke, he calmly slid back his foreskin behind his glans, exposing an organ that was deep purple, tender and coated with slick wetness. Sasha’s glans looked leathery and dry by comparison, the skin behind it pulled back taut along his shaft, leaving the indent of his sulcus forever exposed. But, where Ruslan’s glans was rounded and possessed of no particularly pronounced coronal ridge, Sasha’s was quite the opposite. The back edge of his glans was very pronounced; flared and raised.\n\n“You two are so similar in so many ways,” Svetla mused, stepping in close alongside the two men. “The same height, similar pelt markings, even similar hair, and yet… so different, in this one particular way…”\n\nHer voice was thick with arousal, and Ruslan slid his arm around her, firmly kneading her buttock in his hand and eliciting an excited chitter from her. \n\nThen Svetla leaned up, to whisper something into Ruslan’s ear. The actor’s face split into a wide, delighted grin, and the two of them turned to face Sasha. \n\n“Lay down on our bed, my friend,” Ruslan said. “We will give you a show you’ll not soon forget, and your precious [i]Dosvakny’a [/i]shall not be compromised, I don’t think.”\n\nSasha was only too happy to comply, and mere seconds after he was in position, Svetla knelt on the bed alongside his upper half. He stared with undisguised lust at her. \n\nAnd then Svetla swung one of her legs over his head, such that she knelt over his face, facing downward. He felt the softness of her breasts brush against his cock, and stared directly up at her vulva, which hovered a few inches over his face. Its swollen, deep pink petals glistened with wetness, and at its nadir Sasha could clearly see the sacred entrance that was her very own shrine of Mido. Her hand touched him delicately, and Sasha whimpered softly at the sensation of her fingers curling around his cock, which felt very much as though it had not softened at all since their first kiss earlier in the evening. His balls ached for release. But it was not to come, not yet. Her hand tested his stiffness, and moved his cock around. He felt its glans, sensitive despite his circumcision, rub along her chin and her cheek, and felt her heated breath across it. He longed for her mouth, to feel her tongue on his glans the way he’d felt it in his mouth. He throbbed firmly, and she squeezed him in return, a silent, erotic communication between them. He consciously flexed, and she gripped around his midsection and pulled his tight skin upward against the ridge of his glans. He felt precum well up and bloom at his exit, and stifled a moan at the sensation of Svetla’s lips, which brushed only momentarily across that singular eye to taste him.\n\nThe bed rocked once more, and Ruslan clambered up behind his lover. Sasha saw him from beneath, the underside of his hard cock and his softly swinging nuts, while he carefully positioned himself. \n\n“Are you comfortable down there, Sasha?” Ruslan asked him. \n\nSasha growled hornily.\n\n“Judging by how stiff he is,” Svelta commented, “I’d say he’s very happy indeed…”\n\nRuslan laughed. “Oh? Let me feel…”\n\nRuslan leaned forward over Svetla, and Sasha saw his cock slide forward beneath her, along her vulva. The motion pushed back his foreskin, and she braced herself back against him. Then Sasha felt another hand—Ruslan’s—curl around his cock along with Svetla’s. Ruslan’s hand was larger than hers, and his grip was a little rougher and subtly more masculine in its way. He chittered in lust and flexed, driving his hips subtly upward through both of their hands. \n\n“As hard as heart-of-oak,” Ruslan said. “Yes, Svetla, I believe you are correct… his stiffness is a clear sign of his enjoyment and comfort!”\n\n“Only to be expected, I should say,” Svetla replied. “For one who has never before so much as seen a cunt in the flesh, let alone smelt, felt or tasted one.”\n\n“Oh! Such ideas you have, my darling. Sasha, is it true? You have never seen one before?”\n\n“It… is true,” Sasha mumbled throatily. “Until this very moment, other than in the crude depictions of art and debauched novels that have secret illustrations.”\n\nRuslan laughed and pulled back. “Then feast your eyes, my friend. Svetla’s is truly the pinnacle of that feminine altar.”\n\nSasha needed no permission to comply. His nostrils flared to fill his lungs with their combined scent. \n\n“You may touch it if you want,” Svetla said teasingly, swaying her hips subtly over him. \n\nThe position was awkward, but touch her he did. He manoeuvred one hand upward, brushing his touch along her svelte abdomen, until his fingers encountered fur that was slick with wetness. Her vulva was soft, far softer than he had imagined it might be. And so much wetter. His fingers quickly became slick even before he touched bare skin, and she exhaled heatedly over the head of his cock as he explored her. When he pressed a fingertip between her petals, into burning heat and a slickness he had never before felt, she gasped and he felt her thighs tremble. Delicately, he curled his finger and probed her entrance, and found that his digit sank easily and silkily into her vagina. Inner muscles quivered and clenched around his finger, and she pushed back onto him. Sasha felt his cock pulse urgently, and Svetla once again milked her hand upward against the back of his glans, heatedly teasing her lips and tongue across his tip. He quivered and gave a weak, impulsive thrust upward, and found warm wetness. His cock was in her mouth. She did not pull back. Quite the opposite; her lips closed around his swollen glans, and he felt her tongue bathing it in wetness, while her hand began to stroke with firm, slow pumps up and down his iron-hard shaft. \n\nSasha’s mind abandoned any notion of the impropriety of such a union. There was no conceivable way that his hands could ever emulate the sensation of a warm, willing mouth on his penis, and Sasha could scarcely imagine what Svetla’s vagina would feel like, with its burning slickness and soft internal muscularity.\n\nRuslan, meanwhile, had begun to masturbate. Using his fingertips only, he rolled his slick foreskin back and forth over his glans, teasing his tip against Svetla’s body and Sasha’s hand. \n\n“Hold my cock, Sasha,” Ruslan instructed him. “I cannot resist the urge to fuck my beautiful Svetla a moment longer! Guide me to her shrine, my friend…”\n\nSasha withdrew his hand from her, and took a moment to taste her nectar from his finger. It was tangy and sweet, and he knew he would never get enough of it. Then he reached for Ruslan’s penis. He released himself when he felt Sasha’s probing fingers, and Sasha took his time exploring Ruslan’s uncircumcised member, feeling the suppleness and mobility of his foreskin and the way he trembled and gasped when Sasha touched his glans. Svetla’s lips remained clamped around his own glans, and he felt her breath on his balls while she effectively masturbated him into her mouth. Her touch was slow and gentle, nowhere near vigorous or rapid enough to bring him to climax, but it soothed his burning desire just enough for him to immerse himself fully in this hedonism. \n\nAwkwardly, experimentally, Sasha manoeuvred Ruslan’s penis, drawing it downward and lodging its glans against Svetla’s vagina. \n\n“Move my foreskin forward, cover my glans,” Ruslan instructed him. “There is no feeling that can compare to the skin being pushed back by the act of penetration.”\n\nSasha complied, and used his hand to rub the end of Ruslan’s foreskin up and down along her nectar-soaked petals, and around the small, firm button of her clitoris. Svetla tensed and rolled her hips, and a long strand of their combined nectar descended to leave its mark on Sasha’s lip. He swiped his tongue across it, and tasted salt, musk and pheromones. He felt a dull throb from deep within himself, behind the root of his cock, and then another, and another. Burning heat rose along his penis, and abruptly, Svetla let go of him and released him from her mouth. A long second passed, and then a heavy drool of opaque fluid escaped him to drip into his dense pubic fur. He nearly climaxed just from their taste. But Svetla had stopped her ministrations at just the right moment, and he relaxed with a hissed exhalation. \n\nThen Ruslan entered her, displacing his hand. Sasha was transfixed. Her petals parted to admit him, and in the same motion, pushed back his foreskin to expose his sensitive, tender glans to her heat and wetness. He sank into her slowly, clearly exhibiting her penetration for Sasha’s benefit. He felt her breath on his cock in the same moment, and heard her subtle moan of pleasure. When Ruslan pulled back, his cock glistened with wetness, and then he sank it back into her again. His thrusts were slow but firm, and rocked Svetla gently back and forth over Sasha. She took hold of Sasha’s cock once more and simply held it upright, such that Ruslan’s thrusts rocked her soft breasts back and forth along his glans. Just that simple touch was somehow so much more intense than if Sasha had been roughly masturbating, and he felt himself transcending into a state of erotic bliss such that he had never felt before.\n\nAfter a few minutes, Svetla spared one hand momentarily to grab and guide Ruslan’s around her hip and into her groin, and Sasha watched, fascinated, as Ruslan skilfully masturbated her while he fucked her. His fingers moved with subtle precision, tracing a delicate, rapid circle around the hooded nub at the peak of her vulva, which was wet with their combined fluids. Her hand tightened around Sasha’s cock at what was obviously a pleasurable sensation, and within moments, Sasha witnessed his first female orgasm. She arched her back, and Sasha saw the muscled of her core tense and flutter and a loud, erotic moan escape her lips, and then she convulsed gently a dozen or so times, and Sasha saw the petals of her flower pulsate rhythmically around Ruslan’s cock. That set him off, too. He thrust heavily into her a few times and then let out a groan of ecstasy. Sasha watched his balls tighten, and the swollen area between his balls and his anus pulse rhythmically, and knew that he was spilling his seed within her depths, flooding her vagina with his semen. \n\nIt was too much. \n\nSasha spat into his palm and shoved his hand downward, to roughly and rapidly polish his glans, using the new techniques he had been developing alone in his room of an evening—techniques that he had become quickly accustomed to, and could now reliably achieve his desired outcome within minutes. Svetla’s hand remained tight around his base, and she did not stop his masturbation. Indeed, she pulled his skin taut, stretching it back until there was no mobility in it at all, and his penis stood as rigid and unmoving as marble, subject only to the friction of his hand on his exposed head. He tensed and bucked his hips upward, offering himself to her, and she delicately cupped his heavy balls in her other hand. \n\n“Yes, Sasha… that’s right… let it out, show me how you come,” Svetla’s voice came. \n\nRuslan’s softening cock slid out of Svetla over Sasha’s face, splattering him with hot semen. Sasha gave a needy whimper that turned into a strangled growl of lust, and thrust his cock powerfully upward through his own fist. Hot, powerful streams of semen erupted from him, and Svetla squealed in surprise at their force, rapidity and volume as they splashed her chin and coated her face, neck and chest. \n\nThe ringing in his ears took some minutes to subside. The first noise he became aware of after his orgasm was Ruslan’s laughter. \n\n“Blessed by Kasdall, indeed! You sure you aren’t part Equid, Sasha?!”\n\n[center]*[/center]\n\nSasha could not stay the night with Svetla and Ruslan. They knew that as well as he did. Given that Sasha’s [i]Dosvakny [/i]was his father, there was no socially acceptable reason for him to spend the night with any other. Thus, after their heated and hedonistic exploration together, and once Svetla had been satiated by two further orgasms brought forth by Ruslan’s skilled mouth while Sasha watched and learned, he once again dressed himself. \n\nSasha longed to ask Svetla to let him watch her piss, but he found that he did not have the nerve to outright ask it of her—even if he knew in his heart that his desire would more than likely be fulfilled by these hedonistic libertines. \n\nBoth Ruslan and Svetla kissed him again, deeply and erotically, before he left them. He walked from their bedsit all the way back to his home as if on a cloud. The night air was still cold, but winter had begun to give way to spring, so it was no longer icy. He arrived home well after midnight. There was a lantern left burning in the foyer, and Sasha felt his ears burning with shame and self-consciousness, knowing that such a thing meant his absence was noticed, and that the light had been left on for him when he eventually returned. \n\nHe closed the heavy door as silently as he could, took the lantern from its hook, and removed his shoes, to pad up the stairs as softly as his paws would allow.\n\nHe nearly made it to his bedroom, before…\n\n“Sasha?”\n\nHe froze and spun around, his heart pounding. Why was he so frightened to be caught?\n\n“Svarina! I…”\n\n“You’re very late,” she drawled. “And you [i]reek [/i]of liquor and sex.”\n\nSasha’s mouth opened and closed a few times and he stammered, before she finally let her features relax, and gave him a playful jostle in the hallway. \n\n“Fear not, little brother, I shan’t tell… as long as you tell me [i]all [/i]about it. Who are they, where did you meet them, and what do they let you do to them? All in good time, of course.”\n\nShe draped herself around his shoulders. She was sleepy and her thin nightdress was her only clothing. Her tiredness gave her a sort of drunkenness of movement and slowness of thought that Sasha found incredibly enticing. He allowed his arm to slither around his sister’s slender waist in return, and arranged his face into a theatrical mask of bravado. The thin fabric of her nightdress transmitted the warmth and softness of her body with almost no resistance, and Sasha found himself subconsciously caressing her hip while she pressed against him. \n\n“Oh, dear sister of mine, wouldst that thine youthful and uncorrupted mind could conceive of the delights I hath partaken this eve!” he intoned in his best emulation of Ruslan’s stage voice, made quiet and husky to convey a degree of carnality.\n\nShe batted at his chest and snorted. “You’re just teasing me!” she accused him. “But truly, you do stink of sex. Though for all I know it could be only your own, but…” she paused to sniff his hair, and then—to Sasha’s horror—his fingers. “No, there is a woman. I can smell her. Quickly, you should go to the bathhouse and clean yourself up, to allay suspicion. I imagine your fingers aren’t the only part of you that smell like her cunt…”\n\n“Are you certain that isn’t just yourself you can smell, dear sister?” Sasha said, with a little smirk. “You seem a little… piqued.”\n\n“I am certain of it, because it is from the bathhouse I have just returned, having [i]thoroughly [/i]washed myself,” she rebutted. \n\nShe disentangled herself from Sasha and, to his surprise, planted a delicate but lingering kiss at the very corner of his mouth, punctuated by a breathy vocalisation of sleepy bravery. Then she was gone, swaying gently on her feet as she made her way back up the hallway to her bedroom, which was a short distance beyond Sasha’s own. \n\nSasha turned to go to the bathhouse instead of his bedroom, and found the room steamy and damp, Svarina’s towel and undergarments left on the bench, and hot water still in the bathtub. He thought nothing of using the same water as her; such a thing was normal, in any household. So he stripped naked yet again, and lowered himself into the tub to clean himself. And when he was done, he used her towel to scrub dry his fur. He found he had little energy left to re-dress himself just for a simple walk up the hallway to his bedroom, and so he did not; rather, he bundled up his clothing to walk naked back to his room. \n\nAs an afterthought, Svarina’s used undergarments made their way into his bundle, for… research purposes… and he boldly strode out into the hallway, feeling a rush of liberty at the sensation of his cock and balls bouncing freely between his thighs with every step.\n\nHe’d just ducked into his room when he saw Svarina’s door open, and Ilyas emerge. He perked an ear. Was that the reason why Svarina had taken a bath so late in the evening? What had they been up to? Ilyas appeared to be dressed, but Sasha had no way of knowing whether there was anything on beneath his nightgown.\n\nHe withdrew Svarina’s undergarments from his clothing bundle and raised them to his face. Her scent clung to the cotton, and he inhaled deeply. There it was… the subtle tang of feminine arousal, similar to Svetla’s… and a patch of half-dried wetness in their crotch. Sasha felt blood surging into his nethers, and hedonistically dragged his tongue along the crotch of Svarina’s undergarments, tasting her. \n\nOh, but she tasted divine! Like rosewater and honey, summer peaches and the finest liquor, all at once, made all the richer knowing the taste was [i]hers. [/i]But, even as his cock rose to hardness yet again, he knew he could not partake that evening—he was too spent, and his loins ached from the piquancy of his recent release.\n\nWith an effort of will, Sasha stashed her undergarments beneath his pillow, neatly folded, and climbed finally into his bed, whereupon sleep took him within seconds. \n\n[center]*[/center]"
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