Chapter 12: Getting Bolder

  (Kwathstag 30th-Jolthek 5th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

  What in Salf?egrí’s name is wrong with me? Yeah, bonding with Lárus to a particur degree was one of them, but that wasn’t the primary issue. I had aernal burn, an intermich that no amount of scratch could erase. It was throughout my body, coalesg at my crotch, the prove otent enough to make me izant of its presence if I focused on it but not debilitating like my heat, and it lingered like a skunk’s stench ever sihe 25th of Kwathstag.

  It didn’t help my personal issue that I came across dad plowing mom while she prepared breakfast. I came in to witness him puncture her her sphincter for a few slow, forceful thrusts before tyihey howled together from climaxing, and she ejected clear fluids from her sex, wiping her right hand. While joi their lower halves, she pleted the meal and served everybody, entering problems as she ed it. He had frustrations at reading the test news with her on his p. I raised an eyebrow when she bent over the table while he k behind her after they liberated themselves, and a piece of estible fell from my mouth as he proceeded to lick her asshole and the sperm flowing from it. Really, did they know people were still eatihem?

  Today was that time of the week when Fenri gathered at churches for adution towards Faer. Since my mother, brother, and I merged with Brákfur’s , we automatically joihe óreieott?k sect of the Tysiv?kátorei faith. paring its rituals to what we did in the shack, there were minor differeo let me knoere from a distinct branch, and dad was benevolent to allow us to practice our faith in his house. I’ve been slowly removing myself from that denomination, immersing into dad’s branch. One habit I couldn’t break was ing an apple on days of worship.

  The church dad beloo was one of the five most enormous edifices in álfsandur, standi with three levels of steep, triangur roofs and three tall towers at points where multiple roofs verged. It was fitting because óreieott?k was more mainstream pared to other paths of Tysiv?kátorei. Therefore, there were more people to aodate.

  As I walked through the horde, I noticed profuse pairs of eyes staring at me, Lárus, and mostly mom, something I’ve grown aced to some extent. Mom’s braided hair, flowers on her head and light blue dress were the most btant attributes that she was from a different path, and it probably added to some people’s derision towards us. I beheld a couple of familiar Fenri from yesterday mingling with a dyad of new faces. All fave me pt and threatening expressions, but they quickly fled. I barely caught a glimpse of dad fag away from them as I looked ahead.

  Oside, the wooden structure was insipid aside from its size and the symbol on each tower, depig three circles f a triah a wolf’s head in the middle. I saw the unmistakable sign above the mairao the building, and the top circle was colored blue while the left and right were yellow and red, respectively, letting people know the church was of the óreieott?k sect. Inside was different, having intricate designs of tree roots and pictures of feats in the walls and support beams. There were colored windows, but the rgest was directly behind where the priest would give his homilies to the gregation, serving as the primary focal point. That window had a picture of a prodigious, red, feral wolf.

  Dad had his family sitting ohird level on the front row, farthest away, his favorite spot. Everybody, including the entire crowd, wasn’t ag rambunctious or loud while log seats and waiting for the priest. I reized Hjálmveig sitting oher side of the church with her family and Bryngereur’s , oier lower than I was; no sign of S?arún. The whole atmosphere went silent as soon as the priest emerged with aion, the only individual the was naked except for tris around his torso.

  The priest enced his sermon by uttering a prayer to Faer in an a nguage, a skill a select few possessed. It sounded simir to Frí, although it utilized different parts of the air passageway and tongue pts. He projected his voice well with the rare instan the try of using magic. Then, he lost my i in his testimonies, struggling to pay attention to not seem I was itting sacrilege. Most of the details were unnecessary, in my opinion. When he refereories from the Hjogre like Krístúr and the Sv?re Isnds and the ísklá of Vestr?stelúsvur, it became easier to listen to him.

  Another oriso by, and the priest went into another part of the session, bringing out a wide, deep bowl. Sequentially, eight Fenri of varying ages, sizes, and shapes of either gender got up from their spots and walked to the bowl, depositing an item in it before returning to their seats. He uttered a praise to Faer iher tongue, summoning a blue fire. The inferno was r and bright as it ed the sacrifices, a sign that Faer was satisfied with the s. The luminous fire dwindled, and my visiouro normal. I heard him eleg eight other individuals from the legion, and my name was one of them; I was obligated to surrender oem or lifestyle I cherished week. If I opted for the tter, it meant I couldn’t partake iivity or habit for precisely one year. The course ended with one more story and reference from the Hjogre, a regur remio resist Salf?egrí’s and Takúr?tyely’s temptations, and a prayer. I assumed mom would surreptitiously add gratitude towards Lady Ingdís, the oy that distinguished her genuine faith, once he cluded the worship.

  Days went by in a blur while I was in a quandary of what to give up for the worship. Due to the signifit spike in ine, I had plenty of items to select, but none brought forth aion, and I was still using some of them. I opehe door to my closet, desg the two dolls ihe final remnants of that decrepit shack. Holding them in my hands, I was overe with their memories, figuring that one or both would suffice for Faer because I grew out of pying with dolls. I elected on one because the professionally made toy could fetoney or at least make another female pup joyful, and that was when the dilemma occurred. As much as I wao erase a part of my life and move forward, each doll had seal value that had me pause, particurly the crude version. I would extend one of my hands out to pce the one I would keep in the closet, only to pause and s my decision, a never-ending cycle.

  I sought out mom for her input on my plight. It became evident where she was once I elimihe most likely didates in the house, finding myself outside the master bedroom. Clearly witnessing my parents fuck Doggystyle, I started to walk away with every fiber resisting my alternate side’s lusty influences, barely taking a couple of steps before she discovered me.

  “Need something, Kaera?” She huffed. Dad was uing in his thrusts, his primitive, beastly persona taking over his normal side.

  “It wait; you’re in the middle of something important,” I answered.

  “I multitask, and clearly you are in drum. e here.” I stood where I was. “It’s not the first time you seen your parents or anyone else have sex.” Regrettably, my intransigence against the lecherous force crumbled, and I ehe chamber, dising a photo of a Fenri family. One of the females resembled a younger version of mom, and she was with peared to be her parents and siblings. The picture must've e from the shack. My parents transitioo a position where she sat on dad’s p, fag him while he pnted his rump in the middle of the bed.“What is it you need help with, sweetheart?” The peion resumed, and my attentioed to them having coitus.

  “It’s about what to surreo Faer in a few days. I don’t know what to offer.”

  “You give up a part of your lifestyle for a year. It tends to be an easier option.”

  “I believe I would perish if I ’t eat red meat for the duration. Actually, I narrowed my options to two items, but they’re equivalent iimental value, and I ’t part ways with both of them.”

  “What are they?” Mom gently tugged his left ear, giving dad a signal, slightly growling approvingly. He took that as permission to increase his power.

  “The dolls from when I in the shack.”

  “You throw the one I bought away if you want to.”

  “But you went through all that effort to purchase it as a gift for one of my birthdays. Your present and the other doll made my puphood bearable, magnifying it wheually got them both to py together with. I even gave them names. It would seem apathetie to throw it into the fire.”

  “Just remember that yiving up whatever is important to you for Faer. To me, it’s the highest honor someone bestow on an item, so I sider it a fitting end for my gift if you choose that toy.” Mom proceeded to howl, presuming that she had an asm with utmost certainty. “Oh yeah, fuck me with that massive rod of yours, you hulki.”

  I took her climax as my cue to leave. Her advice had help alleviating my issue, although I still had a tough choiake. “Thanks, mom.” She aowledged my gratitude, and dad arently too fixated on breedio realize a meeting had taken pce.

  My problem traded pces with another enigma almost instantaneously, and this case was one I yearo one day p the solved category. Yet, it remained unsolved for the rest of the day, so I decided to engross myself in another activity I hadn’t done in a while tomorrow.

  I found Lárus practig his swordsmanship iraining arena. He was swinging his wooden on against a dummy that pivots. Despite appearing exhausted, he looked like he was disied iivity. Ihis distinct distra I had in mind would fancy him.

  “Want to do something else instead of making this dummy any dumber, brother?” I was near him, ag a bit flirty with him

  “What is it that you had in mind, sister?” Lárus responded positively to my advances, his body nguage veying he was aware of my banter like his tail wagging.

  I tilted my head to the left and right, tending my hair.“Oh, I was w if you want to go on a jog for a bit.” As if my allusion couldn’t need any more blunt hints, I fondled my left breast, popping it out from my bra and shirt while caressing the part of my pants that covered my groin like I leasuring myself.

  “Wait here for a minute.” My sibling pitg a tent in his trousers was an added bonus to his enthusiastic reception.

  Lárus and I went to our hideout, aarted to add improvements, fixing up pieces that were out of pce. Dad had a boat beached near our secluded spot months prior, so we were always ing up with ideas to upgrade its cealment so dad wouldn’t knoere up to funny business. Lárus repced the old branches with a fresh set, increasing the number of leaves and foliage bedimming the cave’s entrance.

  fident that we would be in isotion or recklessly brave, we parked our bodies aloft iural opening, and Lárus pulled out his colle of wanton books from his pack. We enced like usual, going over banal pictures we favored and unique photos unknown to us. The rougher sex intensified, even going intricate at the bondages. I spotted more faux phalluses and sexual toys I reized from the Red Zone in álfsandur, being intrigued at the ohat allow a female to pee her partner as if she was mimig a male. Whether the male was muscur and burly like dad and Lárus or the plete opposite like Róstran, I enjoyed him taking it up the ass from his feminine partner’s strap-on or even the reverse gangbang.

  One newly discovered aspe the realm of lewd activities was exploiting particur objects oalia, particurly on the virile kind. They made it seem the male possessed a rge penis, a massive set of testicles, or both. I eically shoved the photos to Lárus. “Get a load of this, brother.”

  He snorted, clearly unimpressed with the visuals. “I’m still bigger without needing help like they do.” I knew Lárus was thinking about something from an all too familiar impish demeanor. “In other news, it appears iohe idea of multiple females ejag all over a male. What do we want to call it?”

  “Call what?”

  “The term froup of females spraying their juices over a male’s entire physique.”

  “I don’t know about you, but I rather not have my name associated with a sexual sng.”

  “Fair enough.” After disc an image Lárus and I shouldn’t have, he shut the book, throwing it away swiftly.

  We each made a mental note of what we wao view while we masturbated, flipping to our first photos. I didn’t see ao have our backs against each other like the previous times, so we sat tiguously to our sides, not g if I caught a glimpse of his cock or he snuck a g me pawing off. The excitement barely budged the boulder damming up my climb to the apex even with the miion. Simply rubbing my vulva, bia, and the interior of my vagina underh my pants and panties wasn’t cutting it for me. I grew frustrated at the tolerahinking about what Manasína said about experimenting with different teiques to achieve an asm without going all the way. Faer be damned if I was going accept my fate lying down.

  Perhaps I should’ve sidered this as a warning sign that I was too acclimated with what I did with my brother, but I repositioned myself to where we were face to face. He stared at me with a quizzical expression, gradually dawning on him what I was doing as I stripped off my clothes, o a time. I was nude, giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy, aook it as a signal to strip naked. A portion of his flesh already protruded from his sheath, covered in precum.

  I caressed my vulva, eted that I sensed a jolt of ecstasy. My buildup grew accelerated, and my arousal around my groin became more visible on my fingers. I was determio not allow any influeo interfere, whatever it was that popped my bubbles previously. It helped that I observed more of my brother's penis emerge from its shelter, strengthening my excitement.

  Minute by minute, my twin sibling and I jacked off without obstrug the visibility of our privates, and I touched my clitoris briefly on a few occasions to expedite my climb. My fingers explored deeper within my pussy, getting covered with more of its natural fluids. I believed I sted lohan my previous attempts, and the buildup showed no sign of leaking into a cauldron of disappoi. Gaining a boost in fidence, I utilized my left hand to fondle my corresponding breast. Lárus sounded like he uncovered something patable to his lewd nature, notig he was trated on me. I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to indulge his perverted side, giving him seductive expressions and lig my lips while I fondled and fingered myself. At this point, the sacious books were a plete afterthought.

  I found that toug myself in various positions added not only to my pleasure but also to Lárus’s. As I rubbed the former, I got on all four, presenting my vagina and anus to him. Rotating my head toward him, I provided him tenances remi of the praphic material in his colle, even sug the arousal of my fingers after I sed hands. He was deeply engrossed in his excitement, vigorously stroking his penis, and his knot was visible. Maybe he could trol himself enough to give me a performan the future, but I could settle for being his personal performer this time and a couple of other times.

  I heard Lárus growl, seeing him getting frenzied with his strokes. He tensed first, followed immediately by his first ejacution, the semen colliding against my fur. I thought I was near mine, so I fought through the urge to avoid the oning shots, allowing them to y body, and I tried to vince myself that they added to the pool of rapture. A plethora of stimution and signs told me to brace myself, so I tensed myself for what I thought was immi. A surge coaxio tihe most puissaion so far in my life, my fingers furiously w oing me over the precipice. It turned out that I failed somewhere, my pressure defting in a steady hiss instead of a rhapsodic eruption.

  In a rage, I pouhe ground. “Dammit. Dammit! DAMMIT!” I got up, pag around while panting in irritation. I was back at square oired and covered in Lárus’s jizz. It seemed fate was blockading me from the club at every angle I came in.

  I felt my brother touch my shoulder, seeing him appear ed. “You ok, sis? I apologize fetting carried away. I should’ve aimed somewhere else.”

  “It’s not you; it’s me. Why is it that I am uo achieve asm while others ? My heat exists in the background, now, making me izant of its presence, and it’s crippling when its in full effect. My dreams and thoughts bee perverted. I don’t want to take my potion, or other brews, anymore; their side effects are terrible. I’m surrounded by Fenri stantly cumming as I’m barred for doing so, leaving me feel alone. My Mating Ceremony is ay away at the rate my heat’s progressing. Am I supposed to suffer till then?”

  “There’s my offer.”

  I thought about my brother's proposition. There was a line I didn’t want to cross that made me feel secure about my purity level. “I fear that we will go all the way.”

  “It doesn’t have too; I’m letting you dictate where you want to go and how fast.”

  “You swear to Faer.”

  “I’ll even make an oath to him if that’s what you want.”

  I pted further, justifying that it was worth the effort no matter how taboo it was. I firmly trusted my sibling more than anyone else to not make me feel unfortable. “Then I’m ready, but nht now. My sex aches and any more stimution would only exacerbate the feeling further.”

  Lárus nodded. “How about three days to a week from now?”

  “That’ll work.”

  We didn’t o remind ourselves that a bath was a y. Thankfully, the ke was nearby, so Lárus and I decided to skinny dip. The semen g to my fur, f stiff, arduous peaks to dissolve. While I washed my pilose body, I thought about what I signed up for. How many lihat a normal Fenri wouldn’t dare cross was I about to break? At least I had several days to fully prehend my decision.

  The thought li the forefront of my mind as I attempted to sleep in my bed. Various sorts of emotions bounced around, maki elusive to me. I tossed about, and I remembered that my offer to Faer was fast approag as I stared at my closet. It was still a tough decision, but my mother’s advice made it easier in my sele process. I knew what I wao sacrifiy deity.