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Chapter length: 2,173 words", "writing": "Chapter 49: Hell Hath No Fury\n\n(Drecksa 12th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)\n\nThe trial must’ve dealt the final nail because I went through school smoother than I prognosticated. The students acknowledged me, and some surreptitiously sent their contumelies. I assumed the crucible settled the matter or forced the derisions into capitulation. I noticed multitudinous agog males passing papers around to other masculine students, winnowing the melodrama to the provenience. The Mettevéúrokkig team has numerous spots to fill, meaning Lárus would be at practice since he and Þorbörn were the remaining members.\n\nIt was at practice when a noteworthy event occurred. I observed my connate inamorato demonstrating his physicality in his jockstrap. Manasína, who was naked like me, ensconced next to me. I perceived her restrained, blithe guffaws, and her physiognomy expressed jubilance.\n\n“What has you all giddy?” I inquired, shutting my notebook.\n\n“Oh,” Manasína drawled out, sounding and behaving like she wanted the few seconds to torment me with foretaste. “An especial singleton just accepted the solicitation to the Phenomenal Five.”\n\n“You’re the new member to the exclusionary camarilla?”\n\nShe nodded jocundly. “Yep. I’m stupefied Évéy didn’t offer the invitation to you first.”\n\n“She did, but I politely repudiated.”\n\nManasína raised her eyebrows. “Why? You would be set for life.”\n\n“I realized that I preferred a disparate future. The Mating Ceremony is all I need.” If only the anathema wasn’t a dominant impediment to overcome.\n\n“Whatever sharpens your blade.” Manasína turned to the macho Fenri trying out for the team. “Quite the plenitude of hulking Fenri down there. Faer, there’s something bewitching about males beating the shit out of each other and demonstrating their sinewy physiques.” Her arousal did all the talking about her enthrallment, and she caressed her vulva.\n\nMy appetite for audacity wasn’t exteriorized right then and there; the near-miss at the spa satiated my exhibitionist side for awhile. “You have more balls than I do.”\n\n“We can be more temerarious by copulating right now.” Manasína clicked her tongue, her fingers in her vagina.\n\n“Perhaps later.” I had zero intentions on jeopardizing Faer’s lagniappe that brazenly.\n\nDespite the massive vacuity in my proclivity for public sex, I surreptitiously masturbated while watching the tryout. The newbies flaunted their mostly-nude frames and jostled the bulges in the underwear at the cheerleaders while exercising. Lárus became the existing captain because of seniority, adroitness, and Þorbörn genteelly spurn the proposition, so he edified them.\n\nThen, my sibling divided the recruits into two teams, and he and Þorbörn took opposite sides. They played like they were in an actual game— at least… that was how he and Þorbörn viewed it. I watched the hecatomb in progress. He had no clemencies in his strikes, barbarically knocking each opponent off the horse. Some newbies appeared addled and dyspneic, sitting on the sidelines to regain air.\n\nThe new players lacked configurations between themselves and were befuddled about the maneuvers. It was mainly the consummate veterans doing the heavy lifting, performing both provinces of being a striker and driver. Customarily, the people deemed the back and forth scores as an auspice of an exhilarative match. However, they would share my supposition that the game was stodgy and soporific if they witnessed it. Hardly anyone was a threat to Lárus and Þorbörn. The coach had to tell the two to retard their skills.\n\nLárus and Þorbörn decided to start with the basic principia. First, they sequestered the players, again, after selecting their partners, adding lines on the ground. The coach had the acumen to bring commensurate Köllúéks, so the dyads each had one to toss between themselves. The gap started bantam but gradually grew. I heard them issue a challenge once it got wide enough for the players to drop it while I furtively perforated my pussy. The first team to eventually reach the perimeter and catch it would receive extra consideration to join the team. They couldn’t progress to the next line until each member in the duo caught it.\n\nMy ambrosia lightly coated my fingers while I beheld the abecedarians struggle to gauge their force. I witnessed them exert way too effetely and fall short or exerted supererogatory force and have the Köllúék sail over their heads. I beheld some fall off their steeds while extending their baskets to catch it when it was just near them.\n\nThe spread on the teams manifested their skills. A pygmy handful remained where they were when Lárus and Þorbörn issued the challenge. Then, the pairs splintered at various lines until the boundary that marked seventy-five percent of the field, where the vast majority of them forgathered. A couple were beyond and almost at the end and showed promise before the wall hit everybody. I went back to my notes after several minutes, surceasing my intimate touches on myself while inhaling Manasína’s odor as she masturbated furiously. I glanced up after perceiving jovial cheers, discerning progress on the field. Everyone except the top two pairs experienced small furtherances in their proficiencies. One team completed the challenge although it appeared to me it was out of pure fortuity than skill.\n\nThe difficulty ramped up when the captains impelled them to ride their horses around on their side of the field while tossing the Köllúéks around. Each player on a team had to consecutively catch their own Köllúék at least five times, and one had to be at the seventy-five percent mark or further. The counter reseted if either one didn’t catch it. That took significant time to accomplish. I watched them stick within their comfort zones before they gradually took extra contingencies. More players fell intermittently until a different team, the one that came in second place from the first challenge, triumphed over the rest.\n\nLárus and Þorbörn brought out steel targets after the coach gave them imprimatur, and the novitiates dismounted. The training was straightforward: hit the target with the lilliputian boulders. I noticed a portion of them predominate in this section compared to controlling the Köllúék. Some knocked them over with a stentorian clang within thirty-seconds. Apparently, they demonstrated their capabilities too quickly because the captains added weights to their metallic bywords, dragooning them to expend additional sinew. The rest had it easy.\n\nThe contest aggrandized its laboriousness similarly to the Köllúék. The gap expanded wider before divagating from the first challenge. If the rest of the players thought they were exempt from the stellar comrades’ kismets, they were erring. My consanguineous brother added ponderosity to every target. Everybody reached the maximal distance to chuck the rocks, but he kept adding more weight whenever one would knock it down. The prodigious members received additional attention from him when their aptitude manifested. He added the most to them when everyone else plateaued, but they excelled until he exhausted everything.\n\n“Impressive,” Lárus uttered and nodded his acclamation. Þorbörn also parroted the idolatry. “Ready for the next part, Þorbörn?”\n\nÞorbörn mounted his stallion. “Ready.”\n\nI observed the doyens become the targets and move around on their horses on one half of the field while dealing with Manasína’s sapid arousal. The recruits fusilladed them with rocks, but the attempts were futile— valorous, but otiose. They eschewed every boulder sent their way, ducking, weaving, and stopping in a flash. I knew from beholding the actual matches they exercised prudence by demarcating their aptness. They could be insuperable if they wanted to.\n\nA diversification in the strategy caught my eye. One player acted as a controller, organizing the others into an inflexible, pilose horde with a cornucopia of rocks. They unleashed a coadjutant barrage, forming a virtual, unavoidable wall. Þorbörn was unfortunate to be on the receiving end, leaving Lárus as the last one standing.\n\nLárus altered his celerity and locomotion to a desultory state, acknowledging and reciprocating the tyros’ modifications. The group attempted again, but he stopped and turned his horse to face the rocky salvo directly. He amalgamated his whole body to his steed as much as possible, taking the brunt from the barrage. His fingers held tightly to the stallion’s hair until he survived the onslaught.\n\nThe same player rounded up the recruits again, whispering to them while Lárus watched where he stood. “Break!” I heard him vociferate. I rested on my hands, too bedeviled to notice Manasína masturbating anymore. The legion sundered in half and moved to separate sections in the arena. “Fire!” One group stood still and launched boulders, and Lárus turned to face it head-on. The second party swiftly relocated to where it can hit my brother’s broadside. “Fire!”\n\nThe first bombardment went through my cognate sibling without knocking him off. However, the subsequent barrage had the higher percentage of hits, and one was satisfactory for the job. He rolled off, landed in the snow, and stood up, ambulating to the novices as they dismounted.\n\n“I admired the teamwork you did,” Lárus uttered while shaking the hands. “However, you must know the amount of strikers will significantly be smaller in an actual match, so barrages like that won’t be feasible.”\n\nÞorbörn nodded. “I concur with what Lárus said although all of you showed progression in your skills.”\n\nThe coach walked up to the group. “We’ll end the tryouts right now and do another one in two days, where I’ll discuss with Lárus and Þorbörn of who is in the team. Bathe, and you can leave.”\n\nI became cognizant that Manasína had her orgasm once practice ended. The jocks were in the middle of collecting their gear when a familiar Fenri appeared. Ásyvör ran up to Lárus and embraced him when he was more sequestered. “Lárus!” She spoke affectionately. My jealousy briefly became incensed from witnessing osculations between them.\n\n“Stop,” he sternly enunciated.\n\n“What’s wrong?” She inquired, befuddled.\n\n“I told you we’re through.”\n\n“You don’t mean that. We had such great moments together. People often told us how compatible we were.” Ásyvör went in for another hug and smooch, and I abandoned Manasína, going down the stairs.\n\nLárus held her away. “Well, we’re not.”\n\n“How come?” She whined.\n\nLárus created an infinitesimal rift between them, raising his fingers consecutively. “You’re self-centered. You’re needy. You have an obnoxious laugh. I’m always compromising while you barely cede any territory.”\n\n“Those aren’t true!”\n\n“Plus, I found another girlfriend.”\n\nÁsyvör appeared corybantic, holding her hips. “And what makes her so special?”\n\n“She’s everything you aren’t. In addition, she meets my tastes and then some.”\n\nI observed her move closer and grope his genitals, jostling them out of his jockstrap. “But she doesn’t satisfy your masculine appetite as well as I do.”\n\nLárus shoved her away. “I know she will. In fact, I plan on fucking her during our Mating Ceremony and become mates.” He placed his sheath and testicle back inside the pouch.\n\nI jogged when I descried her frenetically scratched Lárus. He held his ground while suffering lacerations although his sufferance was thin I heard a thwack as he punched her face, and she landed in the snow. The commotion convoked the coach, Þorbörn, and the recruits right when I got there to reinforce him.\n\n“What’s going on?” The coach irascibly catechized.\n\nIt was amazing how swift Ásyvör was at transitioning from cantankerous to meek and histrionically sad. “Lárus hit me.”\n\n“Only because she attacked me first and touched my genitalia without permission,” Lárus shouted, gesticulating at her, and she shivered with fear. He showed the fresh wounds to the coach. “She did this.”\n\n“In self-defense,” she cried. “What would I gain by provoking a male Direfenri anyway?”\n\nThe coach pointed at everyone. “Go home, all of you.” He escorted Ásyvör, and the crowd trickled away until it was just me and him.\n\nI condoled Lárus while he aggressively respired. “It’ll be alright, Lárus.”\n\nLárus dismissively snorted. “Doubt it. Direfenri tend to get the stink-eye from justice.”\n\n“You were there for me during my trial, and I’ll be right by your side. We’re mates; that’s what we do.” I crept closer so I could sultrily whisper in his ear. “I’ll leave my ass nice and susceptible to your thick, hot, juicy penis and semen for when we get home.”\n\nLárus growled, but it was approvingly instead of acrimoniously. “I look forward to it.” He possessed enough dyspathy within him to storm toward the locker room.\n\nI felt a hand cosset my left arm a minute later, and it belonged to Manasína. “That was quite the welter just now.”\n\n“What can I do to help, Lárus?” I inquired dejectedly.\n\nManasína clicked her tongue. “Not much, I’m afraid. The public still has your trial fresh in its memory, and I surmise a moiety internally consider you a prevaricator. I can lend a vastly efficacious facilitation now that I have access to beneficial artifices as a member of the Phenomenal Five.”\n\nI looked at Manasína with hopeful eyes. “Thank you, Manasína.”\n\n“No problem although a benignity such as this equitably requires a benefaction from you as a requital.”\n\n“I’ll be forever in your debt when this is over.” Anything to ensure my mate and I stay together.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter 49: Hell Hath No Fury

(Drecksa 12th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

The trial must’ve dealt the final nail because I went through school smoother than I prognosticated. The students acknowledged me, and some surreptitiously sent their contumelies. I assumed the crucible settled the matter or forced the derisions into capitulation. I noticed multitudinous agog males passing papers around to other masculine students, winnowing the melodrama to the provenience. The Mettevéúrokkig team has numerous spots to fill, meaning Lárus would be at practice since he and Þorbörn were the remaining members.

It was at practice when a noteworthy event occurred. I observed my connate inamorato demonstrating his physicality in his jockstrap. Manasína, who was naked like me, ensconced next to me. I perceived her restrained, blithe guffaws, and her physiognomy expressed jubilance.

“What has you all giddy?” I inquired, shutting my notebook.

“Oh,” Manasína drawled out, sounding and behaving like she wanted the few seconds to torment me with foretaste. “An especial singleton just accepted the solicitation to the Phenomenal Five.”

“You’re the new member to the exclusionary camarilla?”

She nodded jocundly. “Yep. I’m stupefied Évéy didn’t offer the invitation to you first.”

“She did, but I politely repudiated.”

Manasína raised her eyebrows. “Why? You would be set for life.”

“I realized that I preferred a disparate future. The Mating Ceremony is all I need.” If only the anathema wasn’t a dominant impediment to overcome.

“Whatever sharpens your blade.” Manasína turned to the macho Fenri trying out for the team. “Quite the plenitude of hulking Fenri down there. Faer, there’s something bewitching about males beating the shit out of each other and demonstrating their sinewy physiques.” Her arousal did all the talking about her enthrallment, and she caressed her vulva.

My appetite for audacity wasn’t exteriorized right then and there; the near-miss at the spa satiated my exhibitionist side for awhile. “You have more balls than I do.”

“We can be more temerarious by copulating right now.” Manasína clicked her tongue, her fingers in her vagina.

“Perhaps later.” I had zero intentions on jeopardizing Faer’s lagniappe that brazenly.

Despite the massive vacuity in my proclivity for public sex, I surreptitiously masturbated while watching the tryout. The newbies flaunted their mostly-nude frames and jostled the bulges in the underwear at the cheerleaders while exercising. Lárus became the existing captain because of seniority, adroitness, and Þorbörn genteelly spurn the proposition, so he edified them.

Then, my sibling divided the recruits into two teams, and he and Þorbörn took opposite sides. They played like they were in an actual game— at least… that was how he and Þorbörn viewed it. I watched the hecatomb in progress. He had no clemencies in his strikes, barbarically knocking each opponent off the horse. Some newbies appeared addled and dyspneic, sitting on the sidelines to regain air.

The new players lacked configurations between themselves and were befuddled about the maneuvers. It was mainly the consummate veterans doing the heavy lifting, performing both provinces of being a striker and driver. Customarily, the people deemed the back and forth scores as an auspice of an exhilarative match. However, they would share my supposition that the game was stodgy and soporific if they witnessed it. Hardly anyone was a threat to Lárus and Þorbörn. The coach had to tell the two to retard their skills.

Lárus and Þorbörn decided to start with the basic principia. First, they sequestered the players, again, after selecting their partners, adding lines on the ground. The coach had the acumen to bring commensurate Köllúéks, so the dyads each had one to toss between themselves. The gap started bantam but gradually grew. I heard them issue a challenge once it got wide enough for the players to drop it while I furtively perforated my pussy. The first team to eventually reach the perimeter and catch it would receive extra consideration to join the team. They couldn’t progress to the next line until each member in the duo caught it.

My ambrosia lightly coated my fingers while I beheld the abecedarians struggle to gauge their force. I witnessed them exert way too effetely and fall short or exerted supererogatory force and have the Köllúék sail over their heads. I beheld some fall off their steeds while extending their baskets to catch it when it was just near them.

The spread on the teams manifested their skills. A pygmy handful remained where they were when Lárus and Þorbörn issued the challenge. Then, the pairs splintered at various lines until the boundary that marked seventy-five percent of the field, where the vast majority of them forgathered. A couple were beyond and almost at the end and showed promise before the wall hit everybody. I went back to my notes after several minutes, surceasing my intimate touches on myself while inhaling Manasína’s odor as she masturbated furiously. I glanced up after perceiving jovial cheers, discerning progress on the field. Everyone except the top two pairs experienced small furtherances in their proficiencies. One team completed the challenge although it appeared to me it was out of pure fortuity than skill.

The difficulty ramped up when the captains impelled them to ride their horses around on their side of the field while tossing the Köllúéks around. Each player on a team had to consecutively catch their own Köllúék at least five times, and one had to be at the seventy-five percent mark or further. The counter reseted if either one didn’t catch it. That took significant time to accomplish. I watched them stick within their comfort zones before they gradually took extra contingencies. More players fell intermittently until a different team, the one that came in second place from the first challenge, triumphed over the rest.

Lárus and Þorbörn brought out steel targets after the coach gave them imprimatur, and the novitiates dismounted. The training was straightforward: hit the target with the lilliputian boulders. I noticed a portion of them predominate in this section compared to controlling the Köllúék. Some knocked them over with a stentorian clang within thirty-seconds. Apparently, they demonstrated their capabilities too quickly because the captains added weights to their metallic bywords, dragooning them to expend additional sinew. The rest had it easy.

The contest aggrandized its laboriousness similarly to the Köllúék. The gap expanded wider before divagating from the first challenge. If the rest of the players thought they were exempt from the stellar comrades’ kismets, they were erring. My consanguineous brother added ponderosity to every target. Everybody reached the maximal distance to chuck the rocks, but he kept adding more weight whenever one would knock it down. The prodigious members received additional attention  from him when their aptitude manifested. He added the most to them when everyone else plateaued, but they excelled until he exhausted everything.

“Impressive,” Lárus uttered and nodded his acclamation. Þorbörn also parroted the idolatry. “Ready for the next part, Þorbörn?”

Þorbörn mounted his stallion. “Ready.”

I observed the doyens become the targets and move around on their horses on one half of the field while dealing with Manasína’s sapid arousal. The recruits fusilladed them with rocks, but the attempts were futile— valorous, but otiose. They eschewed every boulder sent their way, ducking, weaving, and stopping in a flash. I knew from beholding the actual matches they exercised prudence by demarcating their aptness. They could be insuperable if they wanted to.

A diversification in the strategy caught my eye. One player acted as a controller, organizing the others into an inflexible, pilose horde with a cornucopia of rocks. They unleashed a coadjutant barrage, forming a virtual, unavoidable wall. Þorbörn was unfortunate to be on the receiving end, leaving Lárus as the last one standing.

Lárus altered his celerity and locomotion to a desultory state, acknowledging and reciprocating the tyros’ modifications. The group attempted again, but he stopped and turned his horse to face the rocky salvo directly. He amalgamated his whole body to his steed as much as possible, taking the brunt from the barrage. His fingers held tightly to the stallion’s hair until he survived the onslaught.

The same player rounded up the recruits again, whispering to them while Lárus watched where he stood. “Break!” I heard him vociferate. I rested on my hands, too bedeviled to notice Manasína masturbating anymore. The legion sundered in half and moved to separate sections in the arena. “Fire!” One group stood still and launched boulders, and Lárus turned to face it head-on. The second party swiftly relocated to where it can hit my brother’s broadside. “Fire!”

The first bombardment went through my cognate sibling without knocking him off. However, the subsequent barrage had the higher percentage of hits, and one was satisfactory for the job. He rolled off, landed in the snow, and stood up, ambulating to the novices as they dismounted.

“I admired the teamwork you did,” Lárus uttered while shaking the hands. “However, you must know the amount of strikers will significantly be smaller in an actual match, so barrages like that won’t be feasible.”

Þorbörn nodded. “I concur with what Lárus said although all of you showed progression in your skills.”

The coach walked up to the group. “We’ll end the tryouts right now and do another one in two days, where I’ll discuss with Lárus and Þorbörn of who is in the team. Bathe, and you can leave.”

I became cognizant that Manasína had her orgasm once practice ended. The jocks were in the middle of collecting their gear when a familiar Fenri appeared. Ásyvör ran up to Lárus and embraced him when he was more sequestered. “Lárus!” She spoke affectionately. My jealousy briefly became incensed from witnessing osculations between them.

“Stop,” he sternly enunciated.

“What’s wrong?” She inquired, befuddled.

“I told you we’re through.”

“You don’t mean that. We had such great moments together. People often told us how compatible we were.” Ásyvör went in for another hug and smooch, and I abandoned Manasína, going down the stairs.

Lárus held her away. “Well, we’re not.”

“How come?” She whined.

Lárus created an infinitesimal rift between them, raising his fingers consecutively. “You’re self-centered. You’re needy. You have an obnoxious laugh. I’m always compromising while you barely cede any territory.”

“Those aren’t true!”

“Plus, I found another girlfriend.”

Ásyvör appeared corybantic, holding her hips. “And what makes her so special?”

“She’s everything you aren’t. In addition, she meets my tastes and then some.”

I observed her move closer and grope his genitals, jostling them out of his jockstrap. “But she doesn’t satisfy your masculine appetite as well as I do.”

Lárus shoved her away. “I know she will. In fact, I plan on fucking her during our Mating Ceremony and become mates.” He placed his sheath and testicle back inside the pouch.

I jogged when I descried her frenetically scratched Lárus. He held his ground while suffering lacerations although his sufferance was thin  I heard a thwack as he punched her face, and she landed in the snow. The commotion convoked the coach, Þorbörn, and the recruits right when I got there to reinforce him.

“What’s going on?” The coach irascibly catechized.

It was amazing how swift Ásyvör was at transitioning from cantankerous to meek and histrionically sad. “Lárus hit me.”

“Only because she attacked me first and touched my genitalia without permission,” Lárus shouted, gesticulating at her, and she shivered with fear. He showed the fresh wounds to the coach. “She did this.”

“In self-defense,” she cried. “What would I gain by provoking a male Direfenri anyway?”

The coach pointed at everyone. “Go home, all of you.” He escorted Ásyvör, and the crowd trickled away until it was just me and him.

I condoled Lárus while he aggressively respired. “It’ll be alright, Lárus.”

Lárus dismissively snorted. “Doubt it. Direfenri tend to get the stink-eye from justice.”

“You were there for me during my trial, and I’ll be right by your side. We’re mates; that’s what we do.” I crept closer so I could sultrily whisper in his ear. “I’ll leave my ass nice and susceptible to your thick, hot, juicy penis and semen for when we get home.”

Lárus growled, but it was approvingly instead of acrimoniously. “I look forward to it.” He possessed enough dyspathy within him to storm toward the locker room.

I felt a hand cosset my left arm a minute later, and it belonged to Manasína. “That was quite the welter just now.”

“What can I do to help, Lárus?” I inquired dejectedly.

Manasína clicked her tongue. “Not much, I’m afraid. The public still has your trial fresh in its memory, and I surmise a moiety internally consider you a prevaricator. I can lend a vastly efficacious facilitation now that I have access to beneficial artifices as a member of the Phenomenal Five.”

I looked at Manasína with hopeful eyes. “Thank you, Manasína.”

“No problem although a benignity such as this equitably requires a benefaction from you as a requital.”

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