A young lynx with shiny golden fur entered a small hut, grabbed a metal jug, approached a barrel against the wall and poured himself a thick golden liquor, the feline sniffed it a couple of times, filling his lungs with the sweet, intoxicating aroma, and began to drink. The sound of the virtuous concoction echoed as it descended down the male's throat, making the nut on his neck bounce. When the lynx emptied his jug, he set it down on the table, wiped his muzzle with his arm and sighed, dropping his shoulders.

The feline's tired eyes focused on the stone fireplace ignoring the rest of the place, where faint embers smoked hypnotically as they gradually lost their glow. The young man grunted, removed his thick fur cover, grabbed a heavy pine log and tossed it into the fire, reviving the flames.

A stream of water spurted from a wet cloth, falling on another body of water. Another lynx, this one with pale white fur, sat in a tub of warm water, washing its delicate body with a cloth. Floating above the water were petals of fragrant flowers covering the submerged parts of the young male.

"Bad hunting, Trjegul?" the bathing lynx asked mockingly.

"A rabbit," growled the other feline, as he kicked off his thick boots and massaged his tired feet.

The feline rose from the wooden tub, wiping the damp cloth one last time across his armpits as water gushed from the fur of his naked body. The male wrung out the cloth, draining the liquid, stretched it out and laid it on the edge of the wood, then pulled out one leg which descended wet onto the floor and then pulled out the other, picked up another cloth much wider than the previous one and began to dry his body. When it stopped dripping water, the lynx walked over to the other male, who was resting by the fire, and shamelessly continued drying his naked body.

"Are you going to be naked all day, Bygul?" asked Trjegul angrily, looking the other feline in the face and avoiding catching the other male's genitals with his gaze.

Bygul smiled and turned his face to the hunter, "Just until I finish drying off, brother."

Trjegul stood watching his brother's face, pausing briefly at his brother's large grin, and quickly focusing his gaze on his eyes: a pair of milk-white pupils, blind from birth, that seemed to blend in with the lynx's pale fur.

"No need to get mad at me, brother. Tomorrow you'll have better luck with your hunt, one rabbit is more than enough for today," Bygul said with a warm voice.

"Sorry...tomorrow I'll go to the ash glen, I'm sure I'll manage to hunt a fat deer so I can rest for a couple of days," the young feline muttered and stretched out his arms, bringing his hands close to the flames.

"Well, Grandma Yagnil will be very happy with a few pounds of venison," Bygul said, finishing drying off and laying the damp cloth on the back of a chair.

"Do we have to take food to that smelly old woman again?" grumbled Trjegul, trying to ignore his brother who was stretching out next to him, still naked.

"Of course we do, she's our neighbor and she's lonely, we have to be good to our neighbors. Besides, last time she gave us a basket full of leeks and onions," the lynx explained.

"I don't want leeks..." growled the hunter.

"You eat whatever I cook for you," replied the other male.

Trjegul growled again and stood watching the delicate naked body of his brother moving like a silent specter through the hut.

The blind lynx reached into his brother's leather bag and pulled out the dead rabbit, washed it in a bucket of water, opened it and removed its guts, skinned it, de-fleshed it, then took a shriveled parsnip, sliced it and poured it all together into a cauldron full of water. With ease, the young feline grabbed the cauldron and carried it to the fireplace, settling it over the fire.

"Ready!" said Bygul, shook his hands and rested them on his hips.

"Would you get dressed?" asked Trjegul, trying to ignore the huge genitals between his brother's legs that were just inches from his face.

The other male grimaced in surprise, "Why? It's just you," replied the young man.

"Exactly! Get dressed!" roared the hunter, raising his fist.

"Well, well..." replied the blind lynx, and walked away to a wooden chest that was filled with furs and changes of simple clothes.

Trjegul sighed as he watched his brother's bare backside and short tail wag into the darkness of the hut. The calm and carefree spirit of the other feline always made Trjegul nervous, even with his impossibility, his brother could do almost all things the others did, and that filled the hunter with insecurity as he has always tried to protect his younger brother. Two years younger, blind, and it seemed he could see better than the others.

Bygul approached the warmth of the campfire again, now wearing a long gray tunic with short sleeves that reached to his knees, a linen sash at his waist and baggy pants, "There you go. You know, you could walk around the house naked too, it's more comfortable and besides I wouldn't see anything," the lynx said with a smile.

"It's not a matter of seeing or not seeing, Bygul, people don't walk around naked in the presence of others," grumbled the hunter.

"But we are brothers, we have bathed together all our lives, you know my body and I know yours. There's no point in covering up being among family," argued the lynx.

"I'm the eldest, and I'm telling you we won't walk around naked in the house!" raised his voice and clenched his fists Trjegul.

Bygul let out a laugh, "Is it because I have a bigger dick than you?" asked the lynx without shame.

"What kind of question is that?" said the hunter with a clearly annoyed tone.

"Grandmother Yagnil told me that the clansmen love to tease those with smaller penises," Bygul explained.

"That's nonsense, I told you not to listen to that old woman," Trjegul growled.

"But then which of the two is bigger?" the young man asked again.

The hunter sighed, "I'm bigger..."

"Are you sure?" the blind man asked again, trying to hold back his laughter and putting on a big smile.

"Yes. Don't you see? I've got my pants down right now," Trjegul replied, mocking his brother, as he still had all his clothes on.

"That's cheating! You know I can only see with my hands," reproached the other lynx.

"Well come and touch, here are my eggs out in the open for you to compare," said the hunter, prompting his brother.

Bygul blushed, ignored the other feline, picked up a wooden ladle by the fireplace and began stirring the cauldron.

The brothers ate dinner together, Bygul went to bed early while Trjegul left the cabin for a moment to pick up a few already cut logs that he had left outside, then the hunter tidied up his equipment and left it ready for the next day, finally the lynx took a bath in silence, dried himself beside the fire and went to bed with his brother.

In the middle of the night, Bygul carefully got out of bed, taking care not to wake his brother, and stealthily approached Trjegul's hunting equipment, took the hunter's bow and, using a knife, scraped the wood of the weapon until he sabotaged it. Bygul smiled mischievously in the darkness, then put everything where it was and went back to bed.

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The next morning, Trjegul awoke first, put a fresh log on the fire, heated the soup from the night before, took a bowl, dressed in all his furs and coats, grabbed his hunting gear and left, being careful not to wake his brother.

The day was clear, the lynx's footsteps crunched as they compacted the snow on the ground, in the distance several plumes of smoke could be seen coming from the chimneys of their neighbors, a cold wind blew over the hills that as it crashed through the pines and into the forest produced a frightening unearthly howl.

Trjegul made his way into the wild thicket of the forest, advancing with the characteristic caution of a predator, his ears pricked back and his gaze alert for any possible prey.

As the feline advanced towards the glen, some ideas swirled in his head, his brother among others. The night before had been difficult, just as every time he saw Bygul naked, desperation gripped the young lynx, a wild need to take his own brother, to love him as only lovers can, even if the other male rejected him. This sick desire was slowly driving him out of his mind, he had even offered to touch his brother's genitals last night! While he didn't pull down his pants, his obscene erection could be noticed...and possibly smelled. Such had been the heat Trjegul felt in his chest the night before that, while bathing, he grabbed a worn garment of the other feline, which was infused with his scent, and masturbated three times, pressing the fabric tightly against his nose and filling his lungs with the white lynx musk.

Trjegul shook his head trying to put those perverse thoughts aside, the ash glen was crossing the next hill, he had to be focused so he wouldn't come home empty handed or a miserable rabbit. The lynx wanted a big kill, a trophy, a new pelt, lots of fresh meat, all for the love of his life.

Reaching the top of the hill, the hunter crouched down and slowly scanned the glen, in the distance, among the ash trees, a huge feral deer bent his head to fill his muzzle with the frosted grasses that the snow had failed to bury.

The lynx's heart began to beat rapidly, an energizing tingle ran through his entire body as the buck stealthily descended through the snow, advancing towards his prey without making a sound, and hiding behind the trees every time the wind changed direction.

The distance between Trjegul and the deer had shortened significantly, just within range of his bow, the line of sight offered a perfect shot, and the wind, which had stopped, promised to let the arrow hit its target without any difficulty.

The hunter stood up, drew his bow and a blue-feathered arrow, his lucky arrow, and prepared to shoot. Drawing the bow, Trjegul held his breath and took aim, the base of the neck was delivered to the hunter to seal the fate of the unfortunate animal. 

The lynx counted to three and....

The bow shattered, causing Trjegul to stagger and fall butt-first into the snow at the same time as a heavy axe plunged into the tree in which the hunter had been hiding. The lynx lifted his gaze and was met by a huge snake warrior, a wretched bandit who was about to cut him in half.

"Damn it! Now I'm going to have to chop you to pieces," shouted the ophidian as he pulled hard on the handle of his axe, trying to pull it out of the tree.

The hunter, still surprised, tried to get up but a strong backhand from the reptile sent him flying a few feet knocking him to the ground. The bark of the tree creaked as the blade of the weapon came off it, the huge bandit slowly approached the young feline, making a horrible sound with his long forked tongue.

Trjegul slowly watched his death approach, unable to do anything, his legs unresponsive, and his hands rummaging through the snow trying to find a foothold against which to strain and pull himself up.

The ophidian raised his axe, straightening his back and showing his enormous size, preparing to deliver a deadly blow with the full weight of his body, covering the sunlight for the lynx in his last moments.

Resigned to his fate, the feline closed his eyes, a couple of tears running down his face. His beloved brother would be left alone, because he would not have had the courage to fight, fear had defeated him without even fighting.

A whistling sound crossed the air, time seemed to have stopped as that axe never came down on Trjegul. The hunter slowly opened his eyes, and observed the moment when the body of the great bandit collapsed on him, with an arrow stuck in his right eye.

Someone grabbed the side of the reptile's lifeless body and lifted it high enough for the lynx to crawl out. When Trjegul rose from the ground and turned to look at his savior, he met his brother's sightless eyes.

Bygul threw himself on his brother hugging him tightly and sinking his face into the hunter's chest. Trjegul swallowed saliva, hugged his brother and began to cry, his heart was beating frantically but his cry was liberating, he was safe and his brother was with him.

"You wretched bastard!" cried Trjegul stammering and, still with tears in his eyes, he kicked the corpse.

The golden lynx thanked his brother, then stripped the corpse of the ophidian warrior: that huge axe that almost ended his life would make a great trophy, and in a pouch tied to his belt the feline found several wedges of goat cheese and salted meat.

While his brother finished registering the bandit, the white-furred feline watched in the direction of where the other feline was, only the wind and footsteps could be heard. When Trjegul was ready, the brothers left without a word. On the way home, every few steps, the hunter looked over his shoulder to confirm that his brother was following him or to make sure that no one else was behind them.

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As the brothers entered the hut, the cauldron was bubbling with a new stew filled with freshly hunted rabbit meat, another cauldron a little further away from the fire and filled with water also rattled from the boiling water.

"Leave your things and get undressed, I have everything ready for you to take a hot bath," Bygul murmured as he removed his coat and set his hunting gear to the side.

Trjegul nodded silently and began to undress as he looked at all the things in his home without paying particular attention to anything. 

The blind lynx carefully grabbed the cauldron with boiling water and emptied it into the wooden tub, then poured cold water slowly until he got the right temperature, at the end he grabbed a handful of dried flowers and threw them into the water.

The golden lynx approached the tub and stood watching the movement of the water until it stopped. The young man had taken off all his clothes except his pants, and when his brother tried to remove them, he grabbed his hands and stopped him. Bygul didn't struggle, he held on for a moment until he could catch a faint smell of ammonia.

"Relax...I'll wash your pants and nothing has happened," whispered the white lynx in his brother's ear who loosened his hands and allowed him to undress him.

Bygul left the wet pants by the fire and approached his brother again, the warmth of the breath now colliding against the blind feline's face told Bygul that Trjegul had turned and was looking at him.

"Am I a coward?" asked the hunter.

The white lynx hugged his naked brother, he was cold and shivering, "Of course not," Bygul replied.

"I couldn't defend myself, I couldn't run, I just stood still like a frightened child waiting for my death..." muttered Trjegul.

"That's the way things had to be...in any other situation you would have fought to the death..." assured the blind man.

Trjegul broke free from his brother's embrace and very confused asked, "What do you mean?"

"Trjegul... I can see... not like you, not like the others, but I can see," Bygul admitted.

"I don't understand, what do you mean?" the hunter asked again, even more confused.

"I can see the future... and sometimes change it," confessed the white lynx.

"Are you making fun of me, Bygul?" said the hunter, gritting his teeth a little.

"No. I sabotaged your bow last night so that it would break and you could dodge the attack...if I hadn't done that, the bandit would have cut off your arm, then you would have killed him with your knife but in the end you would have bled to death. I could have told you not to go to the ash glen but the snake would have raided our cabin tonight while we were sleeping, killed me and left you badly wounded. I chose this option because then we could kill him without either of us getting hurt, but I didn't think it would affect you that much..." explained Bygul.

"This is ridiculous... Why didn't you tell me before that you could do that? Don't you trust me?" asked Trjegul raising his tone of voice.

"Of course I trust you! It's just that... the one who gave me this gift told me to keep it a secret because it could be dangerous if anyone else found out," said the blind man.

"Weren't you born that way?" questioned the hunter.

"I feel I was, but deep in my heart I know I was not. Someone came to me one day, gave me this power and from then on I went on living as if my whole life had been like this," Bygul explained again.

"I... I don't know what to say," stammered Trjegul.

The white lynx grabbed his brother by the hand and smiled, "You don't need to say anything, I don't fully understand it either and it also scares me sometimes when I see things I wasn't prepared for," said the blind man.

"Like...my death," the hunter said, lowering his gaze.

"Or your own brother masturbating with your underwear," Bygul sneered.

Trjegul's eyes widened and he blushed, "Did you see that too?" the young man stammered.

Bygul closed his distance from his brother, brought one of his hands down to gently grasp the other feline's testicles, and whispered in his ear, "I saw it, I heard it, and I smelled it."

The hunter swallowed saliva and covered his face with both hands, feeling more embarrassed at being discovered than at being touched in his private parts by his own brother.

"If I tell you that I feel the same way about you, too, will you get in that tub?" the white lynx asked, releasing his brother's balls and bringing his hand up a little to caress the other feline's stomach.

"The last thing I want right now is to take a bath..." admitted Trjegul, scratching his own neck.

"Okay... I'll tell you what: I'll help you take a bath, then we'll eat something hot and tonight you'll sleep with my seed inside you," Bygul offered with a lustful smile.

Trjegul nodded, and without a second's hesitation, slowly climbed into the tub until he sat down on the wood. There was no longer time to think of bandits or visions, now only love and desire for his brother completely occupied his mind, the young lynx no longer felt like a coward or weak, now he simply felt loved, and that was more than enough.

Bygul knelt by the wooden tub, took a metal bowl and helped his brother wash his body with the warm water and aromatic petals, caressing him all over and every so often kissing his lips, enjoying each other like true lovers who had been holding back for quite some time.

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After sharing lunch, the brothers spent the rest of the day talking frankly, confessing things they had been hiding from each other out of fear, even from the time they lived with their parents. Bygul explained in detail how he had learned to use his vision, the slow discovery of a world that for him was an unknown, the threads that entangled everyone and strained with other lives that reached beyond the sea, the immensity of information that occupied his mind and made him have to develop little by little a judgment to focus on local problems and thus not completely detach himself from his and his brother's present. On the other hand, Trjegul told how difficult it was for him to rebuild his life, the difficulties of maintaining a home, of learning a profession all alone, and of earning a place in the village in spite of all the proposals he had rejected to stay and take care of his brother, and at the same time trying to understand that strange desire for his own blood that filled him with despair and guilt.

By the time the sun went down over the snow-capped mountains, the lynxes had finished talking, tidying up Trjegul's hunting gear, preparing the firewood they would need for the rest of the night and the next morning, and cleaning the wooden tub for a bath after their first time.

The hunter took a deep breath as he finished undressing, as he laid his pants on his workbench, his younger brother hugged him from behind, making clear the difference in height between them, "It feels strange, I still can't believe this is happening, your visions seem even more believable to me..." murmured Trjegul as he felt his brother's fur against his back.

Bygul caressed his brother's chest and stomach, while he moved his hips trying to find the virgin anus with his pointed penis that barely peeked out of its sheath, and kissed the back of the huge lynx, "It's really strange, I never thought I'd have such a tall wife," the blind guy teased.

Trjegul swallowed saliva and closed his eyes, his jaw quivering," Why will you be behind me if I am the biggest?" stammered the lynx.

"Because I'm the male of the house," Bygul said and, grabbing his brother's hip with one hand and pushing him off his back with the other, he pushed the other feline's chest heavily against the table, submitting him with ease.

"Ouch... Okay..." moaned the golden lynx.

The blind male grabbed his thick, sharp, spiked penis with barbs all along its length, and smacked his brother's anus a couple of times, "Ready?" asked the seer.

"What, you're not going to use oil at least?" inquired the hunter, somewhat frightened.

"I can spit on it, does that work?" asked the blind guy again.

"No! Use the damn oil!" shouted Trjegul.

"Easy...it was just a joke," Bygul replied, turned and walked across the hut to a shelf where they kept a jar of oil.

A warm, slimy tip touched the golden lynx again from behind making him let out a groan and straighten his back as his chest inflated and deflated from his frantic breathing.

Bygul let out a laugh and rested his hand on his brother's back, "Easy...do you really want to do this?" the young lynx asked, smiling.

"Yeah...sorry," Trjegul muttered and rested his chest against the table again as his brother had commanded.

The blind lynx leaned over to kiss his brother's back, straightened up, poured a little oil over the hunter's hole and a little more along his member, "Hmm...this is like making lynx stew...I'm sure the sons of Nidhogg or Fenrir would bite you in the ass," Bygul teased.

"Ha ha...Can you imagine having one of those beasts mounting you?" laughed Trjegul as he felt his brother slowly slip his fingers inside him, making the oil wet his skin.

"You know...There is a son of Fenrir working at the brothel in Virdhirstein, perhaps if we sell a good amount of furs we could travel there and pay for a night with him. I'd love to hear you get penetrated by a giant wolf," the blind feline explained.

"I'll pass, I'd rather stay alive...besides, with you it's enough," said the hunter.

Bygul spanked the other lynx," I'll decide that, my beloved wife with balls," the white lynx taunted again, this time with a more aggressive tone.

"Ouch! I'm not your... AAH! Fuck! It hurts!" cried Trjegul as he felt his brother's thick penis plunge inside him, opening his sphincter and parting the tight walls of his anus.

"Hold on a little, brother...it feels so good," Bygul moaned.

The hunter gritted his teeth as he felt his brother's barbs gently scraping his insides, slowly irritating his anal walls. Trjegul continued to moan as the white lynx thrust against him harder and harder, slowly making the pain transform into a strange sensation that mixed pleasurable tingling and a growing desire for submission.

Bygul held his brother's hips tightly, digging his nails into the soft fur, to maintain his stability as he desperately rammed the tall feline's back, smashing his small balls into those of the other, larger male. The hunter's insides felt warm and tight, giving him a pleasurable massage the young lynx had never felt before.

Trjegul covered his muzzle and face with his hands, moaning each time his brother's hips slammed into him, penetrating him deeply. Each thrust, each push, the claws digging into his skin, the burning in his anus, and the obscene sound of the viscous liquid made only one simple, powerful, natural idea roam in his head: to be claimed by his male.

"I'm close now, Trjegul..." growled the seer.

"Take me, little brother, I wish to be yours, I need it!" shrieked the hunter.

Bygul gave one last thrust and bit possessively at his brother's shoulder. Completely still and holding his female, the young lynx relaxed completely as he felt his seed shoot out inside Trjegul, flooding his bowels with the abundant, warm, viscous liquid.

As the blind feline detached himself from the hunter, a white stream fell like a waterfall and then dripped for a good while against the wooden floor, splattering both males' feet and forming a small puddle of sperm that had deflowered Trjegul's now reddened, swollen and still gaping anus.

Bygul waited for the golden lynx to rise and embraced him, feeling him closer than ever.

After the long embrace, the brothers prepared the bathtub and got in together, kissing, caressing and enjoying each other's bodies until the water cooled down completely. Even while the water was still warm, Bygul masturbated and ejaculated on the big cat's chest.

Before getting out of the water, Trjegul took his brother's and his own member and balls in his hands, looked at them for a moment and confirmed, smiling: "I told you, mine is bigger." Bygul blushed, got out of the tub and grabbed a towel to dry himself, giving a mischievous smile but no response.