Chapter 22: School Blues

  (Argthanaw 30th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

  If there was one aspect about autumn I would ate on, it would be its transitory nature. ir sidered the ge of seasons the sed their harbingers occurred, regardless of what other nations used to tell which season they were in. The sed the first snowfkes nded on the ground heralded the hiemal period, which occurred in the initial few days iham, and winter was the lo season of all. The pilose body made the bitterly gelid temperature an invenience for a Fenri.

  So, why was I pining about fall being too short if I had a few more days to savor it? It was because of the school’s e. The start date made the briefest season in the try all the more fugacious because I would be inside more often before the brumal weather arrived.

  I stepped out of the carriage with Róstran, Dágfárik, and my twin brother. The former two went ahead as Lárus and I froze from the overwhelming alteration to our lives. All the Fenri around e swarmed the edifice, dwarfing the popution in Kelna, and we were acquainted with virtually none of them. The shock was more distinpared to when we came here for the exam.

  “Kaera, I think we’re not in Kelna anymore,” Lárus uttered.

  “You got that right,” I responded, my mouth slightly agape.

  Róstran turned around at Lárus and me from the rge primary egress, ambuting away from it. “e on, follow me.” For once, we followed him, aook us to the cafeteria, where it voked every student to form a single hirsute mass.

  A faculty member handed me a piece of paper taining the list of rooms I was supposed to be in at certain times. The first chamber I had to be in was on the sed floor when I heard a bell ring several mier. I didn’t uand why the segmeed in the first pce. It was just aension of waiting in the cafeteria, a potentially early study hall for students that scked off to get shit do the st minute. So far, I saw my future cssmates paver with each other, notig the first subtle signs of already established groups, crowds that I, as an outsider, would have te in, and I suspect the stigma g to me like an illness. At least I had my twin brother.

  The instructor took Lárus ao our assigned lockers. As serendipity decided to release excrement all over me, my locker was a rusty piece of shit. It demurred to every attempt at accessing iil my brute force cajoled it to open, my arm flying backward from momentum. I was absolutely delighted to get acquainted with my ste space, and the partments were too bantam to stash my stuff with audent.

  My first css was the standard nguage among Fenri, Frí. I found it bnd for my first impression, as insipid as the teacher’s, Mrs. Fjiarífen, vapid personality. Unfortunately, she had a keen eye and a swift celerity as she produced an abrupt, audible cra a cssmate’s desk in the back, so zero ces for sleeping or stargazing. Also, Faer should damn whoever decided it would be best for the first mandatory literature to be diminutive in size and script to Or?s?e, including her, for assigning the students a five-page essay about the major theme and finishing it within two weeks.

  My Math and History pedagogues, Mrs. J?rnífen and Mr. J?rns?n, respectively, appeared to be the vivial types upon experieng them for the first time. They acted like they eheir occupation, which made the subject matter more tolerable to learn. I found the topic about R?lvarei being the first Alpha Prime and bringing the Fenri out of the Barbaric Age- he had an arduous time referring to it as the 1st Age, let alone what the Archive wahe rest of the world to refer to it as- more iing than additional mathematical formus. He seemed to act out a smidgen as she expihe past. Mrs. J?rnífen devised a system for her students to earn points for doing well in her css and exge them for sundry treats, and she gave us our inaugural ce with a pop quiz. I did adequate enough to earn some credits thanks to the pt exam.

  As I headed to my fourth css, jecturing I wouldn’t be the only soul familiar to me as I beheld Hjálmveig and Manasína going in the same dire, I perceived squeals behiurning my head, I observed five of the most geous, feminine Fenri I had seen in my life so far. They were on the same echelon as Kryse, and the group lit evenly between white and light grey furs. The only oh a more elegant, golden-brown fur than Hjálmveig’s coat was in the ter, surmising she was the party’s leader, and she towered over a majority of her peers.

  “Angelic, aren’t they?” Manasína spooked me.

  I jumped from her sternating me. “What?”

  “I saw you looking at those girls over there, and I ’t bme you. Their pulchritudinous figures and their cachet always gartention from the crowd.”

  “Cachet?”

  “They’re known as the Phenomenal Five because of the bination of their resple bodies and from their statuses as being daughters of Alphas.” She had a devilish grin on her visage. “There’s also a simir group of males if you thought those were striking enough, let me tell you.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Mmm-hmm, but Faer bless your soul should you take the endeavor of joining them. They don’t talk to anyone who isn’t beautiful and whose father isn’t an Alpha, and I’m talking about your stepfather-kind of Alpha.”

  “I assume they just mate during the Mating Ceremony and uhe two families and not pay attention to the regur folk?”

  “Mostly true, but there had been occasions where oners married into luxury or one of the members invited someoo the club,” Hjálmveig answered, looking at Manasína. “Ingileif must be praying harder, I re.”

  Manasína slightly frowned. “Yeah, she is, although Rynaki is not as aloof as the rest of the members, so she has a det shot at her Mating Ceremony of him being like Hrafnir.”

  The five Fenri walked past us, and their stil of a snicker was suffit to know they exuded hubris and superciliousness. As they went by, I guesstimated the golden-brown individual was as tall as me with a touch more svelte than muscles. “Bitches,” I growled to myself, although I eheir pces in society.

  “I be careful if I was you,” Hjálmveig uttered.

  “Why? I thought it was impossible to join them.”

  “And that’s still a fact for the most part,” Manasína responded. “Rumor has it the group’s searg for another member to join once évéy graduates this school year. She’s the oh golden-brown pege.”

  “So, why should I tread carefully around them?”

  “Your past notwithstanding, you are Alpha Brákfur’s daughter. There’s a pygmy portion of Alphas that are just as high-ranking as him or an iota more. Plus, you’re a Direfenri like évéy. Those datums give you an edge albeit a modicum amount. If the moiety of a ce pays off for you, sider your kismet eveer than when you got out of poverty.” We heard the alert that we had one minute left to reach our csses.

  “We better haul ass,” Hjálmveig spoke.

  Since my stepfather was an Alpha, my brother and I were eligible to learn Aereki, the current universal nguage in Illyria. It was the first css where I reized three personages, Manasína, Lárus, and Róstran, although we were separated. The subject was exclusive to two bevies of students: those with the wherewithal and es and those with the gift of precocity. It was easy to segregate some of my cssmates into the categories, judging those that were already sg or were taking the matter seriously, and I saw two members out of the Phenomenal Five. Manasína took furtive g Róstran.

  The teacher was a male Human, Mr. Haldrow, and he was from a distant try called Adoran. He was scrupulous about every minim detail. If his students mispronounced a sylble or screwed up while writing the script, he would spend the amount of time I called exorbitant to fix the peccadillos, aen took a sip of water.

  The fifth css wasn’t anything spectacur. It was a study hall because none of the optional courses I could take were appealing, so I figured I would leave the slot open to jump-start assigs or plete them at the st mihe tranquil space allowed me to work on the writing project for Frí a fair amoue the urge to niggle away at it.

  My allotted time for lunch arrived, and I ehe cafeteria. After grabbing my tray of enigmatic slop, I wagged my tail when I realized my twin sibling shared it with me, walking over and sittio him. He grinned once he looked up from his estibles and observed me.

  “Hey,” Lárus spoke.

  “Hey,” I reciprocated. “How’s your first day going?” I thought about what I had just said for a few seds. “Your very first day.”

  “I find other ways to occupy my time. You?”

  “Too early to tell. The teachers I met so far are idiosyncratic.” I took a bite of victuals. “Mrs. J?rnífen is my favorite so far.”

  “She’s awesome, and her husband is too.”

  “Have you had Mrs. Fjarífe?”

  Lárus shook his head. “Not yet.”

  “Well, she’ll make wish yht a pillow, but she’s perceptive enough to wake you up in a fsh the minute you do.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind. She ’t be worse than Mr. Haldrow.”

  “Oh, Faer, yes,” I responded rapidly. I noticed the Phenomenal Five shared the same schedule as us for lunch, beholding the members take their spots by booting the current octs away, and I witnessed Róstran sit by himself shortly after that. “e o’s go sit with him.”

  “Ditto.” Lárus stopped our progress the sed we started it. “You wouldn’t believe this, but Róstran is in my fifth period art css.”

  I looked where Róstran was. “Doesn’t surprise me when I think about it. Art isn’t much of a Fenri subject, if you know what I mean.”

  Lárus nodded. “Yeah, and I’m more into the bative side although drawing is therapeutie too.” We walked to Róstran’s table.

  Róstran appeared delightfully surprised as he perceived Lárus and me. “It’s o see you two here.”

  Lárus poio where he and I o. “We were sitting over there.”

  “I’m acclimated to ingurgitating over here because its secluded aspect provides tranquillity, and the sun won’t shio my eye.” My brother and I pnted our fus on the seats. “So, how’s the virgin experie the academy and your academic career thus far?”

  “Kaera and I have subtle differences in our ses although we agree about Mr. Haldrow being the worst teacher right now.”

  “I ’t bme you there. He be very anal about stuff.”

  “He was worse?” I replied.

  “He used to be more fastidious that makes my meticulousness appear ckadaisical. His medication helped tremendously at mollifying that one quirk of his. Be gd you didn’t have him when he wasn’t on it.”

  “Just imagining it makes me quaver.”

  “How about the other pedagogues?”

  “Mrs. Fjarífen is b as fuck.”

  Róstran nodded in sympathy. “Yeah. Anon, you’ll be saying that your off to your own funeral when you tell the other students here where you’re off to. We call her Mistress V?eilur periodically.”

  “Mr. J?rns?n and his mate are awesome,” Lárus uttered.

  “You’re not the only ohat has those presuppositions around here.” Róstran took a bite from his sandwich.

  “You sound like you opine differently,” I spoke.

  Róstran swallowed. “I dealt with them before, so I know the assessment is true. They’re too clement for my liking when it es to grading people, handing out partial points for btantly wrong answers. I’m jod I’m on the advarack.”

  “There’s harder courses?”

  “Yes, though you won’t receive the opportunity till school year.”

  “Why would somebody subject themselves to that?” Lárus inquired. “Sounds like torture.”

  “Perhaps I’m secretly a masochist.” Lárus and I looked at Róstran in disbelief in an unamused fashion from his joke. No way somebody as timid as Róstran would willingly savor inflig agony onto themselves, even though Róstran sounded a bit serious. “Kidding, obviously. I’m in it for the challenge, and I’m jecturing the rest do it to improve their lives.”

  The st part caught my attention. “How does oake those courses?”

  “Do well in your csses this school year, and you’ll receive the option of taking more difficult subjects when you start scheduling. In the most rare cases, a couple of days after graduating from the current grade by bloodhawk. I adute the fact it’s strictly based on individual merit aside from Aereki.”

  “Speaking of courses,” Lárus interrupted, “what’s your css?”

  “Gym,” I answered.

  “Same.”

  “That doesn’t surprise me; I have it too,” Róstran enunciated. “That means the entire grade will be there after lunch.” We heard the bell heralding the lunch’s clusion, so we disposed of what we couldn’t finish irash.

  There was an etricity to the rule of no nudity on school property. It was mandatory that everybody without a valid excuse had to strip naked fym because of the rigorous activities involved. I stood outside as exposed as the rest of the entire grade as a gentle, northern breeze blew on my fur. A few cssmates attempted to hide their immodesties, but only Róstran stood out like a broken cw. In addition to him, I beheld my brother, Manasína, Hjálmveig, S?arún, three out of the Phenomenal Five, and Aealst?nn. I saw no sign of évéy or the other white Fenri from the group of pretentious bitches. I sensed everyone’s hormones spike as we were naked around each other, being horny myself when Lárus or a few other hot studs.

  My heart dropped when I discovered who the educator was. He was the ohat taunted Lárus and me wheook the exam, and he was also nude. I had the urge to diffuse into the crowd, but the malicious grin he had indicated he beheld me.

  “Alright, mongrels, listen up,” the teacher spoke in a boisterous, authoritative voice. “I’m Beta Kórmóks?n, and I’ll only be addressed that way.” He started walking bad forth while staring everybody in the eye. “You are all here because it’s mandated by w that every Fenri must join a military academy immediately upon graduation. It is my job to start the trek at this stage and further your development through your final years at this institution. I will not be your friend. In fact, I believe I’m not doing my job correctly if you don’t hate my guts, and you are to obey my ands. Uand?”

  “Yes, Beta Kórmóks?n,” everybody shouted like they were in the army.

  “Excellent.” Kórmóks?n directed his ire at Róstran. “And why are you still wearing your clothes, mutt?”

  Róstran shrunk in sternation, handing the instructor a piece of part. “My father sighe dot stating otherwise.” I found myself sluggishly iiween him and Kórmóks?n.

  The teacher angrily crumpled the paper. “Fine,” he growled furiously, clearly corybantic about relenting because of his superior shielding Róstran. He raised his voice, gestig to the field in the distance. “Four ps on that obstacle course over there right now!” He added a few seds ter, “On the double!”

  The entire css was brutal on my body despite having a muscur physique and exerg earlier. Lárus and I could’ve been easily the two fastest Fenri in the css if the excruciating obstacles did. We climbed walls that varied i and the amount of ptforms to grab and stand on, ran through deep mud, crawled across the sludgy ground, and pleted other obstrus. The path ate up more than half of the allotted time, and we did warm-ups immediately after. Needless to say, my muscles were screaming in a cacophony of agony.

  The locker room was one gargantuan bathhouse filled with partments to aodate every entity’s belongings. I noticed every naked Fenri exploited the bathing as a sedary lun terms of hanging out with acquaintances while swimming in the enormous, regur heated pool. Kórmóks?n proceeded to take a piss in the open, g that us pussies wouldn’t have the luxury of answering nature’s call in private while out in the field.

  Log S?arún, I s to her to update her on my life until Aealst?nn called her. He gred at me as he escorted her to their lockers. “Stay away from my sister, wolf.” If we were in a more isoted area, I would’ve made him my bitch right then and there, fug his shit up so hard that he would expel brown excreta from his mouth for a while.

  I stayed in the pool with my twin brother for aended period, not because of the warm water assuaging the stiff muscles but to keep an eye on Róstrae his permission slip excluding him from being naked like the rest of the css and us and having backup habiliments, our adopted sibling was still filthy from the dried mud caked on his pilose body. He waited until the st minute when hardly anybody was around, very attentively at everybody while they skinny-dipped, nontly pavered with their friends naked, or putting clothes on, and we gave him plenty of privacy out of respect for his wishes while still being nearby to protect him if necessary. We even waited outside once we cluded we were the only three remaining.

  Biology was my seventh and final css of the day. Mrs. Sesilsífen was an alright teacher—not the best and not horrible simultaneously. It could’ve been because I was more focused on ting the time, anxiously anticipating an immi event at home. Ohe harbinger arrived, I quickly ehe carriage with my three siblings and any necessary items for school.

  Lárus and I went for a walk two hours after we arrived home. Then, we found ourselves ed around each other’s naked physiques while caressing and kissing one another. We repeated the same steps so many times. So many times, we treaded forbidden ground that we knew about it and each other like the back of our hands. It tainted us enough to make us not shun it. He habitually messed with my breasts while I iely fondled his testicles.

  I rimed for my brother to part my legs and plunge his maw into my vagina. Once again, his toouched my slit in ways that made me implore him to not cease. I bucked my hips to get him to scratch the deepest reaches of my passage, flooding him with my delicious ar. Heavy strokes intermingled with rapid licks to make me guess what he would do and where his fixation was.

  I sensed Lárus start to move his jaw like he was mastig on my pussy, minus the teeth. The gentle nibbles added spi specificrements, depending if he bit my bia or inside my t. The heaviest dose was when he anchored over my clitoris, giving it hefty slurps. I started to wonder if my turn was ever ing as I sensed him go beyond the time limit, and his ferocity indicated he inteo make me cum. Fighting through the beatitude was nugatory as it was more potent than the urge to alert him.

  I felt a pop followed by a euphoric rush and sacchariferous tidal wave. In addition to the rapture, I felt a tinge of a my brother because he divagated from the pn. We were supposed to reach asms together from copution, and he just made me feel obligated to repay him through forepy, which I didn’t want.

  “Lárus, you-“

  My brother stifled my protest by osg me on the lips, transferring my ambrosia onto my tongue. I sehe familiar yet strange spark tingle inside my muzzle before we separated. “Yes, little sister?” He chuckled.

  “Oh, yoing to pay for that, brother. I’ll make sure your reward will take loo arrive.”

  Lárus provided ance as I forced him into a decumbent position, straddling his penis, and I saw his toothy grin. I plummeted onto the virile spire, letting it slide into my vagina in one forceful thrust. I fiercely ground against him, keeping a for any signal of his uping climax. His stupid grin morphed into one of absolute bliss. Excellent; it meant the extra roughness wasn’t giving him any grief.

  I pulled out of my brother way earlier than usual. He gave me a quizzical expression, lifting his head from the rocky ground. What? Just because he gave me a quickie meant I had to requite him in that manner. Hell no. He just ensured his treatment would be more herculean to obtain because of it. I stimuted his pecker— it wasn’t like I totally cut him off. I did it by letting his shaft slide iween my bia, sensing it caress my clit.

  When Lárus exhibited signs of simmering down, I shoved his cock bato my slit. A sharp bolt of delight made me yip as I went straight to the hilt without pause. I gyrated my hips with his dick still within me, him curl his fingers and hearing him huff, “fuck,” itently. Other than that, we were developing a pseudo-nguage, ohat didn’t require words to unicate messages to each other. I used those ineffable cues to determine how fast or slow I should maintain my thrusts and when to pull out.

  I repeatedly broke my genitalia free from Lárus’s sg, sing my hand, mouth, or some other minor form of stimution for my snatch gripping it. I thought of a different reason to rationalize my treatment of my brother. It was a test of myself as well as him. I wao test how long I could build him up without eruption and know if he could behave himself once I hahe reins to him. Plus, achieving asms together was more enjoyable aer at increasing bonds, in my opinion.

  Once I pulled out for the sixth time, I got off Lárus, my vagina to him as I went recumbent on my back. “Let’s see how much you’ve learned.”

  I fervently observed my brother’s massive endowment twitd drivel precum between my things as he crept up my body. His eyes appeared different as if a fy had taken over a bantam portion of his brain. I happily yipped as he plowed into me, ing my arms and legs around him. I relished feeling his muscles and mase vigor at work. He had plenty of puissant in his thrusts even though he had restraints on them, judging from his orbs boung off my crotch, and his heartbeat, breaths, and growls caused me to be wetter.

  My nerves must’ve had an impact all the previous times I tried to get an asm. The more times I allowed my brother to stick his penis inside my vagina sihe very first time got me reag it faster and more often as I sensed another approag. I believed there was a corretioween accepting this side of me and the frequeny climaxes, even if the method used wasn’t adequate at bamboozling my heat. Each time I peaked, or he did, it got me a little closer to him.

  I felt that annoying void return in my pussy, along with Lárus’s phallus jabbing me in the face as he stroked it. He shot his seed one or two times at me before I encapsuted it in my maw. I acclimated to the viscid, salty male juice to where I didn’t mind having to i it, but I would still be happier if he ejacuted somewhere else on or off of me. As the emissions slowed to a dribble, which was lohan typical, I released it, watg a thin bead of white e out of his urethra as I ied the result in my twat. I grinned from log nothing inside my tunnel again for the seventh time in a row.

  We agreed that if Lárus reached certain milestones in his training, he would receive the reward of ejag into my uterus. We only had a limited time before he was entirely fertile and capable of fully infting his knot, which meant zero opportunities for tying and giving me a creampie from that point onward. Despite the associated ramifications and risks, we agreed that we wao experience him fillih semen like when we lost most of our chastities for the first time while we still could.

  Lárus beamed at me as he saw his result. “Well?”

  “Perfect,” I replied. “Once again, I don’t sense any cum where there shouldn’t be.”

  “That means I get my reward?”

  I nodded. “Yes, but let’s take a brief intermission first.”

  I began sing Lárus’s pecker with my tongue, and he wao reciprocate regardless if he already had his turn, so I made it easier for him to orally pleasure me. Having his coside my pussy must’ve awoken all the receptors down there as I sensed a stroingle while he licked it. “You know, your pussy tastes better once you have a dick or two in it.”

  “Probably from your precum mixing with my juices,” I replied. “Faer,” I groaned from a sudden surge of ecstasy.

  “There’s that, but I believe you mating with someone makes your juices more delectable than doing the forepy first.”

  “Are you sure that it isn’t an excuse to breed a female faster?”

  “Positive.” My brother iently gave me ammo for my theory. “Are you ready?”

  “Yep. Wait one sed.” I reverted to the inal position, showing Lárus everything I got, including the cavern I wanted his semen to flow into. “I’m all yours. Feel free to do as you see fit and fill my womb with your seed.”

  My words triggered an instinside Lárus as he forced me into an upright position, sitting on his p while he k. His thrusts were more powerful than before, as if whatever straints he had evanesced, giving him plete trol to exploit as he saw fit. He didn’t sck his pa any capacity and acted more like a wild animal than a Fenri. All of his progress retrogressed iic bucks, yet I was tent with that.

  A primal instinct also stirred within me from handing Lárus total trol, sav the vagarious, savage peions. Our kisses were more passionate, and our caresses were more ardent. Each affeitted sparks up and down my body. We fucked like we were the st two Fenri in Illyria. His haually anchored firmly on my hips, and he went faster. I found myself barreling at my climax, running towards the edge of the unfathomable abysm.

  Lárus held me tightly as our bodies froze from the immense bliss of asm. His sinew alone was excessive to prevent me from liberating myself. I held on to him as if hanging on for dear life. bining his strength and mine did the job of culminating the coitus and reprodu without the need for his knot to join enitals. The embrace was erotic, hearing him gutturally growl as he bucked sporadically, and my asm was intehat I didn’t sense each stream of cum y womb in white.

  As my dreamy miasma faded, I looked down at where my brother’s cotered my slit. I only saw the attenuated foundation exposed to the elements. Even after we did this so many times, I roven wrong that nothing could bring us closer. We gri each other, damning our awareness of just how easily we could fuck this up. I perceived his sperm trickle iween the narrow space from my pussy-lips along with the warm reservoir in my uterus.

  Lárus’s penis slid out as I slowly leaned backward, prostrating on the ground. The void was less promi as the jizz remained inside, and my womb was a ucopia of the sticky seed. Our breathing slowly returo normal, our muzzles pointing at each other, and my legs tried to cover up the mess in my inguinal region. The hot cum ironically made me shiver as more slid out and down to my anus.

  “Damn, it felt so different having my dick throb inside your slit while it colpses on it,” Lárus spoke as he pnted o me, not minding my right hand stroking his cum-covered cock. “How was it on your end?”

  “Terrific. At first, I felt nothing. Then, the warmth slowly filled me as my climax dwindled.” I angrily sighed. “I wish I experie again.”

  “We still have time before my potion loses its magic.”

  “And risk lulling you into habitually cumming in your sister o fades.” My brother nodded as he knew I had brought up a valid point. “Ohe risk returns, that’s it. I have to wait until finding my husband at the Mating Ceremony to experience a male ejag in me. I wish there was another method to feel that feeling again that was safe— something that doesn’t e with an i risk of a penis shrinking.”

  “I find all the rules to be bullshit. How many times did mom and our new dad have sex siheir Mating Ceremony until she became pregnant? If you ask me, I say having a male discharge his seed in a female’s vagina on a blue moon isn’t going to equal pups. We know when your estrus bees the most active, so we could do it when its dormant. I won’t tie you, but it’ll be messy.”

  “Probably,” I said, falling into the realm of doom and gloom about my brother’s medie actually not doing its job and at least an egg resting in my uterus with his fertile sperm inside. “Mom cimed she became gravid during her Mating Ceremony.”

  “Well, she had wide gap of not receiving sex from us living in her womb to her redemption. So, how many cycles did she suffer until then? As long as your heat’s satisfied often, there should only be risk small enough to be negligible.” Lárus tilted his head at me, notig my somber expression. “I’m sorry for cumming inside you, if you’re regretting what we did. We knoulling out works, so we just stick to that from now on if you desire.”

  “I’m not mad at you. I feel like we’re pying with too much fire. How the hell would we keep it a secret if you end up impregnating me?”

  “We’ve been responsible so far. I feel we’re stious enough to restrict how often we do this activity, if that’s what you want.”

  “Yeah. Let’s go with that.” I rested my head on my brother’s rising and falling chest, perceiving my pussy throb uniquely as it expelled the cum as if it had met its quota.

  “So… I see it?”

  “See what?”

  “The fruits of my bor down there.”

  I snapped my legs shut. “Why?” I whined as I blushed.

  “I only saw the sexy aftermath through those praphic photos. Yeah, mom nontly walks around while showing dad’s cum flowing out of her vagina to the world, but I feel it’s not the same as seeing my own cum leak out of somebody I put it in. The first time didn’t t since we k wasn’t supposed to happen.”

  I pyfully resisted my brother’s advances by shoving my feet at his visage and bag away from him. He kept ing closer, disarming my defenses with his grin. His teransitioned into a puppyish look, and he beseeched with a primitive whine. I capituted, spreading my legs and vaginal folds to show him his Direfenri seed coating my pink interior. I flexed, sending another droplet from my pussy down to my tail-hole, pooling near my tail.

  “Holy shit,” Lárus uttered. “You’re so sexy. Every single part of you is geous. I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I responded in a tohat’s as genuine as one would say to a kindred entity.

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