<11> Carl froze for a long moment. He had expected to get caught eventually -he figured he’d get to finish himself off and deal with the consequences later- but being asked over was completely beyond anything he’d imagined. He leaned over to grab his seaweed loincloth. “Leave it! Over here, now!” Carl sighed nervously and dropped the loincloth. Stark naked, the inexperienced male waded out into the cove, sporting his modest erection and trying not to feel weirdly ashamed. Careful not to fall, he approached the couple, stopping just a few feet from Thora. Jexon hadn’t missed a beat, and was still thrusting deep inside his sister. Thora’s eyes hadn’t left Carl during his approach. “You… you are not alone!?” she cried out suddenly. Carl’s confusion was palpable. “My tribespeople [i]always[/i] travel in pairs,” Jexon rumbled. “One for each end of our prey.” Carl almost looked like an owl as wide as his eyes got. He looked down at Thora, who had resumed her act of helpless maiden, then up to Jexon who gave him an encouraging nod. The human dared to take another few steps, until the rounded head of his cock was barely inches from Thora’s bobbing head. The captain did not recoil. In fact, she curiously stared at the appendage, watching a droplet of precum form at its tip and roll down the underside of Carl’s shaft. In the back of her mind, she couldn’t believe she was about to do this, but she trusted her brother and his decisions. She felt Carl’s hands grasp either side of her face, and at the last second she cried out, “No! N-” before Carl thrusted his manhood into her open mouth. His salty taste and scent flooded the human-worgen’s sensitive nose and tongue. His length was just long enough to bump the back of her mouth, but not quite enough to go down her throat. Her tongue reflexively began to swirl around it, as if quietly permitting him to continue the act, even as her brother’s repeated thrusts filled her belly and body with fiery pleasure. Carl looked back up at Jexon, who nodded less patiently at him this time. Looking back at Thora, Carl drew his hips back, leaving just his tip in her mouth, then pushed himself right back into her as sharply as he could muster. Thora’s humming moan around his cock was the assurance that he needed. With reckless abandon, Carl began to thrust as fast and as firmly as he could. Thora’s face repeatedly met his hips and the smattering of pubic hair above his tool. Jexon was kind enough to release one of her hands, which she slid forward and used to fondle Carl’s wildly-swinging balls. Every moan that left her sent even more wonderful shocks of lascivious pleasure through the cabin boy, and in just a few short minutes his legs were beginning to shake and grow weak. Thora’s lips and tongue felt every twitch of Carl’s body, and she quickly came to realize how… powerful that made her feel. The right slip of her tongue could cause him to collapse if she so desired it. A squeeze of his balls caused them to contract in her grasp, and another could relax them again. She knew his lack of experience wouldn’t let him last all that long, and she glanced back up at her brother -who had the biggest, most devious grin on his muzzle- and threw him a wink as she squeezed his hand. Jexon simply nodded and murmured, “I’m very close.” Thora grinned around Carl’s cock, then was suddenly shrouded in black smoke. Carl soon found himself holding furred cheeks instead of skin, and a look of panic set upon him when he found himself balls-deep inside of a female worgen’s maw. But he never once felt any of those razor sharp teeth graze his sensitive tool. Thora’s muzzle opened wide, and her long, canine tongue slid outward to beautifully spiral around his thrusting shaft. And that was all she wrote. Carl let out a strange, fumbled groan of pleasure, and with a few twitches his cock erupted, shooting several thick ropes of his cum straight into the worgen captain’s mouth. Carl saw stars, marveling at having had his first sexual encounter with the woman he thought hated him. The thought was fleeting before his mind went completely blank, and his body went into a free fall before splashing down in the shallow water behind him. Thora cackled and eagerly swallowed the gift he’d given her. Her focus upon him did not last, however, as Jexon’s thrusts became more and more powerful. Thora tried to cling to the rock, but even her clawed hands slipped, and her gray-furred body went tumbling forward. She just barely caught herself before collapsing atop Carl, leaving her hanging breasts dangling mere inches above his face. Jexon cried out as a final thrust did indeed bury his knot inside her, forcing an intense moan from Thora’s lips in kind, and sending them both into climactic shivers atop the prone, dazed Carl. It was almost a shame Carl had been practically knocked out. He missed such a beautiful sight above him, but he also missed the moment when Thora doused his lower body with a mixture of her own nectar and her brother’s spent cum. * * * * * When Carl finally came back to his senses, he found himself slung over worgen-Thora’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes, still buck naked. “H-hey!” “Oh, relax, boy,” Thora said nonchalantly and gave him a soft shake. “You coulda drowned if I’d left you in the water.” “Where’s-” “Right here,” Jexon rumbled. He was matching his sister’s pace, and had his hand clasped affectionately with her own. “You’re gonna have to work on your stamina if you wanna keep up with the captain.” Carl blushed. “Y-yes… sir?” Both siblings chuckled, and Thora set him down on the rocks that framed the cove. The naked captain looked him up and down and folded her arms over her heavy chest. “Look, this is… still very new for us, but there’s no going back now unless you wanna take a short swim into the brink.” She clearly tried searching for words, but grew flustered and looked over at her brother.