Chapter 35: The Darkened Seven
 
(Octokew 20th-24th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)
 
“Argh!” I groaned immediately after face-planting in the snow, staring at the gargantuan boulder obstructing my view.

I heard Lárus’s footsteps in the snow as he jogged up to me. “You alright?” He asked with concern.

“Yeah,” I answered bitterly from my aching muscles, blowing the white powder from my nares. I lifted my head and glanced at Hrafnir, who had habiliments on, observing dad ejaculate into mom’s muzzle.

Hrafnir walked closer to me, inspecting the orbicular crag. “We’ll end the session here.”

I got up. “Again.”

“No.”

“One more time.” I snarled in temerity.

Hrafnir shook his head and pointed at me. “Your sinew is not there; you’re practically skin and bones. Get some rest and herbs, and we’ll be back here at the earliest convenience.”

I growled dejectedly as I could only dangle my upper appendages after attempting to lift them. “Fine.”

Lárus pointed at the sky. “What’s that?”

I followed my brother’s finger to where he gesticulated at the welkin. I beheld another celestial body there, and odd didn’t do the nonpareil phenomenon justice. The moon was moving north to south instead of east to west, and I got horripilation from the ominous aura I sensed from it, shivering also. I looked closely and realized the quotidian moon was also up there, following the sun in the normal path.

Dad appeared the most restive out of the group. “Get to the house,” he sternly commanded, gathering the stuff.

“What’s going on, dad?” Hrafnir inquired.

“I’ll elucidate what I know once we’re inside.”

We forgathered in the house, and mom went to check on the pups after ditching her strap-on. She returned and went into the kitchen. “They’re getting hungry, so I’ll be here listening while making viands for them,” she spoke while I heard a knife at work.

“You seem to know a lot about that moon, dad, and from what I could ratiocinate thus far is it’s maleficent,” Hrafnir spoke to dad while dad was at a window, the curtains pushed aside.

I saw dad glance away from the fenestra. “You’re right on both assumptions.” He went to every window and lucarne in the mansion and covered them with curtains, returning to us. “Sit.” Lárus sat betwixt me and Hrafnir on the couch, facing him as he ensconced on the chair directly across. “I’ve only seen that second moon once before. It was before I procreated with my first mate and impregnated her with you, Hrafnir, and it was a harrowing experience. The minatory celestial body is the harbinger to an event colloquially called the Darkened Seven. No one knows where it came from or how it truly works, but we know that moon perverts everything on this world slowly until it eclipses the sun. There, the vitiation really ramps up: soil becomes less fecund, people and animals behave strangely and violently, and certain rancorous creatures get a boost in power. The duration between each episode is premonitory to its power although there’s no rhyme or reason in how it decides to show up. My experience was seven years in the making, and that was…” He quavered and shook violently.

“So, this one is worse,” Lárus responded solemnly, nodding.

Dad recomposed himself. “I hope Faer is clement and expedites the event’s arrival.” We heard a knock on the door, and he ambulated to it, opening the wooden barrier. I could barely see a naked male Fenri with fur similar to mine, although with a scrawnier frame. “Yes?”

“Theresameetingintownfor-“

Dad gesticulated. “Woah, slow down there.”

The stranger insufflated his lungs deeply. “All the Alphas and Betas must meet in Álfsandur immediately.”

I heard dad suspire. “Alright.”

“What leftovers do you want me to save?” Mom hollered from the kitchen, emerging seconds later with puppy chow.

Dad turned to her, although his tone meant everyone was under the fetter. “Be scrimpy on the Hu-Janese duck or whatever it’s called. Xho,” he surceased his following vocables with a gesture,” something or other.” I hid my umbrage because that was my claim.

Mom placed the victuals on a platform and went to osculate dad, fondling his balls. “Stay safe, love.”

“I will.” Dad went out the door, latching onto the handle. “I’ll return as soon as I can.” He rolled his eyes and grumbled as he shut the door, “Fucking trysts, especially extemporaneous ones.”

The execrable moon was the talk of the town through the following days. Overwrought best described the ambiance. Several necessary items faced a paucity because of the clamorous throngs depredating them. The people locked and shuttered their edifices more often than usual. The parochial government went in a more magisterial direction and increased the presence of the military to maintain order and stymie pandemonium and panic. The school was in a provisional, impromptu interregnum per the polity’s ukase as a response to the sudden augury of misfortune, and the communion with Faer was in order, set on the 24th of Octokew.

The church I went to had an increase in hubbub when the laity congregated there, and it lasted until the stark naked priest had to aggrandize his effort to silence everyone. He supplicated passionately to Faer for protection against the Darkened Seven to begin the session. A melodious cacophony reverberated in the church as we cantillated hymns to gain more of our god’s benediction.

The questions came quickly once the priest opened the colloquy between him and the congregation. I heard the one theme amongst the inquiry, and it came from youths around my age— more or less. Was Armageddon upon us? The adults around dad’s age were irenic and silent, although they were just as perturbed also. He placated the fears by revealing that he lived through the Darkened Seven before and promising it wasn’t the apocalypse, and he added the entire Fenri race survived the initial days of landing on this world, persevering through a couple of dark moments. He recommended additional worship, reading and studying the Hjolagrð, and prayers in addition to stockpiling essential items, ending the session with another perfervid orison. I rendezvoused with Manasína, her progenitor, and her sister, and we went to their domicile after church.

I thought dad was the most perturbed individual in the kingdom about the Darkened Seven, but that changed when I met Vakörr. Vakörr acted like someone was fatuous enough to cross his line, almost coming to the point of bellicosity. Suppertime was quiet after he gave his aggressive rogation, and I shot furtive glances at Manasína to deduce what pissed him off.

I entered Manasína’s bedroom after dinner, followed by Sæarún. I was elated she came since I hardly had a moment to palaver with her because of business with the Phenomenal Five and her consanguineous asshole of a sibling, and she was also jocund through her solid shy externality. Simultaneously, I was dejected that Hjálmveig had a malady to deal with and couldn’t make it. Manasína closed the door once Sæarún came in, giving us and Ingileif sequestration.

“So,” Sæarún broke the ice pusillanimously, “how’s everyone handling the Darkened Seven?” She fugaciously chuckled nervously. “Lots of people are tense.”

“And rightfully so,” I answered, nodding once. “I never seen my stepfather this freaked out before. He experienced the last one, so there’s merit to the upcoming event’s asperity.”

Manasína acted calm and pococurante, leaning backward on her hands. “My dad’s more pugnacious since the second moon showed up. He keeps going on how the country needs another privation to get it on the right path again, and he’s jovial that the current Alpha Prime’s abdicating his throne, importuning fervidly to Faer for stronger sovereign to succeed him.”

“Well, I hope the one that mates the Alpha Prime’s daughter is just as benevolent as him,” Sæarún responded, adding a moiety of assertiveness to her timidity.

A flash of predaciousness appeared on Manasína’s visage. “My begetter’s on to something. There are only winners and losers in competitions. Life’s the ultimate challenge where the former burgeons longer while the latter perishes prematurely, and it’s aggrandizing the tribulation.” She swiftly went to normal and looked at me. “Speaking of contests.”

“Congrats on catching the Phenomenal Five’s attention, you two,” Sæarún beamed as she felicitated Manasína and I, blushing also. “I never had the chance to say it until now.”

“I hope my status means you brother will be less of a shit-rusted-stain prick towards me, Lárus, and Róstran,” I said slightly irascibly.

Perhaps I was too bitter because Sæarún had an entirely contradictory emotion commingle with her shyness. She appeared more stern. “Aðalstænn’s not that terrible once you get to know him.” Her cheeks flushed. “He’s sweet.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true.” Sæarún could give Róstran a run for his money in terms of who blushed the hardest. “He’s just protecting me.”

“I don’t know about you, bitches, but I am interested in learning more about the Phenomenal Five,” Ingileif enunciated loudly to diffuse a potential paroxysm. “So, what do the members do? I know a rumor that they have sex with each other Is it true?”

Manasína shook her head. “Sorry, but that’s exclusory information, and Kaera and I swore reticence on the group.” I nodded in concurrence.

Ingileif acted facetious with her despondency toward my answer. “Then, I suppose I have to keep this for myself.” She produced a bottle of perfume I’d been questing for, and it appeared virginal.

“Where’d you find that?” I vociferated as I immediately tried to snatch the perfume otiosely.

Ingileif successfully recoiled away, protecting the container with her metacarpi. “Tell me if the rumor is true, and I’ll recompense you with the vial.”

“Fine. It’s true. I’ve seen them have sex as part of the crucible.” I extended a hand, beckoning Ingileif to requite me.

Ingileif ingurgitated the revelation like a ravenous owlbear, smiling gleefully as she handed me my balmy reward. “Ooo. What sort of test?”

“Perhaps an exhibition is in order since dad’s inebriated by now,” Manasína uttered while denuding her pants, already revealing her bra. “If you don’t mind, Kaera.”

“Not at all,” I answered, lifting my shirt over my head. I determined that copulation with another female wasn’t as revolting as I prognosticated— certainly not what the Hjolagrð believed.
Manasína grinned seductively as she forced me to lower my shirt. “Allow me.”

I moved my arms with the flow so Manasína could easily remove a portion of my habiliments, and she tossed it aside. I watched her nuzzle my belly and beheld her caressing my crotch. The button opened, followed by the zipper. A familiar jolt appeared on my nerves, its embarkation coming from my clitoris. I squirmed from the fingers on my node while my pants came off.

Manasína dragged the hand touching my genitals to my omphalos as she crept closer to my visage. The kisses began on my lips, and I parted them to let our tongues have some action. Some of my essences infiltrated from her fingers, commingling with our drivel, and her hand returned to my stomach. I noticed her fervently glance at her sister and back to me repeatedly, and all I got out of them was Ingileif fondling and fingering herself while naked.

My hands were fidgety from a paucity of activity, so I planted them on Manasína’s panty-clad fundament. I roughed those firm nether cheeks, compressing them and giving them audible slaps. She responded with yips, and her arousal agglutinated the underwear to my fur. I elongated and released the waistband, adding the action to the erotic commixture when she had a positive reaction, which was moans and an increase in the passion behind her osculations and tongue-wrestling. I felt relaxed from her touches and not fretting about a time limit or competition. We both were.

“Mmm,” Manasína moaned, surceasing the kisses for an ephemeral period. “I sure do love coition like this when there’s no exigent matters or importunate constraints to contend with. It presents me a trice or more for me to do this.”

Manasína dove straight into my cleavage and licked between my mammillae. An iota impromptu than what we did at the school’s locker room, but it was a welcome surprise. My bra eventually slipped off my breasts as she vigorously dandled them, enveloping some of my face. She pressed them together and manipulated them like they massaged her tongue. I noticed my nipples were erect, and she was gallant to give them attention, pinching, pulling, twisting, or licking them, all adding unique, rhapsodic sparks.

My hands on my friend’s ass provided exiguous stimulus to mollify the restlessness building within me. Being wholly biddable was fine with me if the dominant partner intended to be fully predominate, which Manasína wasn’t behaving like this time. My suspicion increased when she tugged hard on my tail. I threw her off, and her behavior confirmed my incertitude. I beheld her arousal staining more of her panties, her smile growing wider, and I heard her whimper enthusiastically. I crawled to her like a predator stalking its prey, smiling predaciously that revealed my laniaries to her. She acted fearful, although all the critical indicators told me she couldn’t wait for me to ravage her as I pinned her arms.

Her bra was no match against my teeth as I tore it off. I cupped each boob in my hand, giving each one some thorough, individual, mettlesome attention. I growled when Manasína got closer to my physiognomy, and she quickly went back to her place with a swift yip. Sorry, but you had your moment, I thought.

I moved until my head was adjoining Manasína’s vagina, pulling her panties so I could fit my head through. The nectarous flavor impelled my primal side to plunder her intimate, pellucid treasure, shoving my tongue further in. I felt the vaginal walls contract rapidly and with force. She savored my treatment and was near her climax.

I discarded both my panties and Manasína’s undergarments, and I could see her eyes enlarge as I stood up. I had her legs in my hands, incurvating them toward her head. Our exposed nether lips cosseted each other, and my motion created a collision between our clits. I mostly exerted my force by sliding back and forth, divagating the bantam portion into downward locomotion. She had maw wide open, gasping for breath, and her cheeks were rubicund. I perceived our scents pervading her room, including Ingileif’s Sæarún’s horny odors.

Manasína howled in an orgasmic tone in synchroneity to my crescendo. My pussy created a barrier, directing the sacchariferous spurts to rain on her after transmogrifying into droplets. Two ambrosial streams flowed from our cunts down her paunch, creating a pygmy pool, and the excess flowed out of the left and right sides. I cumulated as much arousal as I could after I released her legs, and I shared it with her in the afterglow.

“Fucking Faer, that was hot,” Ingileif uttered, pulling her glistening fingers from her muliebrity.
Manasína shifted her gaze to her sister. “Your turn will come anon.” She looked at me. “Ready for more?”

“Yes,” I responded with a toothy smile, still feeling bedeviled by my primeval side.

Manasína glared past me to Sæarún. “You fine so far, Sæarún?” Sæarún nodded affirmatively, satisfying her inquiry, and she got up. “Ransack my closet for the strap-ons, Kaera,” she spoke while fingering Ingileif.

“You have those?” I catechized after standing up.

“Three to be precise,” Manasína replied as she embraced and licked her cognate sibling, “and they’re in incommensurable sizes for whether I’ve been naughty or nice. I’m feeling particularly obstreperous right now.”

I located all three sex toys in the closet, and the two largest were roughly equal to a Direfenri’s penis, with the hugest giving me the dubiety of anyone handling it with ease. I revealed them to Manasína. “You want these now?”

Manasína nodded. “I’ve been a bad bitch and need a colloquium in docility.”

It was decided I could wield the largest ersatz phallus, so I fumbled around with the straps until Ingileif assisted me. I moaned briefly from a tiny segment of dildo infixing itself in my pussy. I looked at a mirror and saw two females who magically grew a penis ready for battle, approving how we appeared.

“Don’t let this puppy go on without inculcation for too long,” Manasína uttered, presenting her vagina and anus to Ingileif and me, and her tail wagged.

“Silence!” I vociferated, turning to Ingileif. “How shall we discipline her?”

Ingileif smirked impishly. “I know a way.” She whispered the plan in my ear, and I growled agog.

“Sounds like this intractable bitch is in the advanced track,” Manasína responded, still swaying her rump.

I had Manasína supine, and Ingileif ensconced on her venter. Our tongues danced around on her genitalia and taint, concocting a salmagundi of gamey and sweet flavor. The latter palliated the anus’s pungent sapidity to where I found it agreeable whenever I licked directly on the aperture. I heard Manasína’s beatific moans, although Ingileif’s sex toy stymied their sonorities, witnessing Ingileif thrust into her sibling’s muzzle.

“Look at her,” I spoke to Ingileif, looking at the arousal profusely leaking from Manasína’s vagina.

“I know.” Ingileif slowly licked her sister’s slit while pounding her mouth. “She knows she always was a dirty bitch.”

Ingileif exchanged a hefty dose of delectable essence with me, ceasing the movements in her nether region, which left the dildo lodged in Manasína’s pharynx. Her sister instantly squirmed, impelling me to overcome my primal side fugaciously. “Don’t worry,” she spoke. “I know when she exhausts her supply of air, and she’s not even close.” She sneered as she glanced sideways at her. “She just needs to know that the Alphas have their turns first.”

We bussed, licked, and coddled each other while Ingileif expropriated her sister’s oxygen. This was the first time having her all to myself, and she wasn’t a slipshod at educing the right reactions from me and with her tongue. I bent towards the umbilicate region on her body, slowly dragging my tongue up until I stopped between her tits. I flicked it rapidly for several seconds, continued licking to her countenance, and repeated the process. She captured it with her teats, rolling the pillowy organs on it. The crevice felt like her vagina— contractions, essence, and all.

Then, Ingileif pressed her boobs against my bosoms, juxtaposing them. Hers were more developed than Manasína’s rack, though mine were on top. She rubbed herself all over my dyad, so I swapped my hands for them.

I glanced at Manasína after hearing her moan, beholding the blush getting more roseate, and she was getting handsy on her sister. “The bitch seems to be enjoying herself— what a slut.”

Ingileif looked down. “Yeah, she is. Plus, her air’s getting low, so let’s finish prepping her.”

I scooted closer to Manasína’s head. “Room for one more in there?” I asked Ingileif.

“Certainly,” Ingileif uttered while adjusting herself, bending her head towards her connate sibling’s anus.

I intercalated my faux penis between Manasína’s cuspids after struggling with Ingileif’s strap-on. Ingileif was already licking within Manasína’s sphincter when I incurvated my head toward it. I elongated the pink orifice, the pliancy apprising me. It was ready to accommodate a phallus, and my tongue shared the space with her organ. We gave Manasína hearty slaps on her physiognomy by obtruding our hips until Manasína yanked Ingileif’s fur, turning out it was the signal to pull out.

I had Manasína in the identical position as before by lifting her legs. She beamed, athirst for what was upcoming as Ingileif bestridden her paunch, and her tail wagged ebulliently. Ingileif and I penetrated her, taking her cunt and pucker, respectively. My abecedarian nature at perforating someone’s anus was flagrant in my movements. They were desultory, varying between abrupt caesuras or awkward thrusts. I also stymied some of my primal side to try not to irreparably damage Manasína.

“You might as well be the bitch if you’re this vacillating,” Manasína goaded me through her huffs and moans, and Ingileif confirmed I could aggrandize my puissance with a nod.

My primordial personality threw my calmer self back in its cage, and I exerted all of my sinews into the next thrust, resulting in a reboant yip. “Care to rethink that?”

I humped Manasína with steadfast vigor until I received a signal that was equipollent to her explicitly saying I was over her pain tolerance. I was nowhere close to unleashing my full power, meaning I had to rein in my dominance. Initially, I struck a counterpoise in my celerity and strength. Then, I retrogressed to the previous state of vagary and gave her afflictions that weren’t titillating her.

I felt Ingileif touch my arm. “Perhaps, you should try a different entrance,” she spoke, gesticulating at Manasína’s jaw with her pate.

I grinned predatorily. “With pleasure. That mouth of hers needs cleansing.”

I pulled out of Manasína’s taint and ambulated to her mouth, my hips plummeting toward it. This was more suited to my talents. I knew she could handle the dildo attached to my inguinal region and my force, so I amplified my dynamism. The change was well-received by her, conjecturing by the jocund, muffled moans, and the blissful expression on her visage. She seemed to savor me grinding my hips on her face with her throat chockablock of artificial dick whenever I surfeited her with the toy for an extended period.

Ingileif’s buttocks were patulous to my assault, thanks to the back design being redolent of a jockstrap, and the way it moved seemed like she was goading me, which vexed my current predominant personality even though it was part of the scheme. Incensed, I cambered forward and spread her glutes wide to make her anus more spacious, placing my tongue on it. I snarled a few seconds later as she oriented herself to take Manasína’s sphincter, promptly going in. She met me above her sister’s cunt, pecked my lips ephemerally, and slathered Manasína’s vulva in slaver.

I joined Ingileif in licking the vagina before us while we penetrated Manasína concurrently. My classmate and rival in joining the enviable group was near her orgasm— all indicators preindicated toward it. Our method to trigger it involved her clitoris, licking at the node synchronously. We looked up as her muliebrity became a geyser, sticking our tongues out to collect the saccharine rain while she howled.

Manasína took a heavy eupnea after I pulled out of her mouth. “Whew. That was a thrill. Ready for the forthcoming round, Kaera?”

I snuck a surreptitious glance at Ingileif, licking my chops. “You betcha.” I pounced Ingileif from behind and pinned her to the floor, and she yelped in surprise. My dildo went into her ass as Manasína donned the final strap-on. “How naughty is she?” I asked Manasína.

“Not as much as I was, I guesstimate,” Manasína answered, looking at her toy as she made final adjustments.

I withdrew from Ingileif’s rump and excorticated her libidinous toy, going straight into her snatch. Manasína swooped in and took my former spot within Ingileif, and we had our own rhythm. The idiosyncrasies in our movements led to moments where I encountered resistance when I pulled out, or it could’ve been my imagination.

Ingileif was already primed for a crescendo from our coitions with her sister. Less time went by until her nectar became fulminant. The limpid fluid traveled on our dildos and dripped like melting snow.

“Your turn, Kaera” Manasína uttered. I grunted in acknowledgment even though my alternate selfhood would be internally stewing in fracas about being servile transitorily. I caught a scent, and so did she and Ingileif, turning to the wellspring, which was Sæarún. “Is that your estrus?”

Sæarún nodded embarrassingly and simpered. “Yes.”

“And it appears you didn’t take your potion,” Ingileif grunted as Manasína and I vacated inside her.

Sæarún nodded again. “The vial shattered, and none in my family had the chance to replace it. To be honest, I fucking hate it.”

I slowly tottered my head in commiseration toward her enmity at the brew as I removed the toy conterminous to my groin. Even my dominant alter ego was sympathetic. “Will you be fine?”

Sæarún sucked her lips nervously. “I’m not sure.”

“We can try you in addition to Kaera or by yourself after her,” Ingileif offered, donning her erotic equipment.

“I’m not interested in,” Sæarún pointed at the strap-ons, “those in me.”

“There’s always trying your fortuity in oral and entreat to Faer that it can bamboozle your carnal impetuosity,” Manasína responded while swapping her toy for the larger version. “Your choice.” She stroked her fresh ersatz penis and focused on me as if she augured Sæarún’s answer.

“Perhaps… I can try that option.”

Manasína paused for a moment. “Seriously?” Sæarún shook her head affirmatively, and she checked the time. “It’s getting late, so your opportunity will jibe with Kaera’s turn simultaneously.”

I watched Sæarún remove her shirt. “Alright,” she spoke, and her other raiments met a similar kismet.

Sæarún’s vagina was soaked like she had just climaxed seconds ago when she finally exposed it. Her position was procumbent on my belly, presenting her nether interstices to me and Ingileif while I prostrated on Ingileif. I was about to taste the intoxicating heat exuding from her slit when I sensed an intruder at my backdoor, tensing my physique up.

“Hrnnn!” I vociferated, my eyes bulging from my head.

“Sounds like Kaera’s a neophyte at being the receiver,” Manasína responded, smacking my pussy with her dildo, and I nodded in rejoinder. “Then, preparation it is. Taking a phallus in an anus requires the bottom to be irenic to minify indubitable pain.” She looked at Sæarún, gesticulating at what I presumed was my cunt to her. “There’s a strong likelihood of you helping her relax.”

I felt a pygmy foreigner infiltrate my rear instead of the hulking entity, followed by another one in my vagina. I’ll be damned, I thought. Sæarún actually added a blemish to her eidolon, even if the touch was just a test. The caresses did gradually soothe the tension in my muscles while having more of an impact on my buildup and provoking my dominance. One finger became two digits in my rectum, and the increase eventuated in my moist tunnel by the exact amount.

The process followed a similar path to when my asshole lost its abstemiousness to Gellir. The fingers increased to three each in my holes before transitioning to tongues. “Holy shit,” I uttered blithely. “You’re doing well, Sæarún,” I said to inspirit her. Her bashfulness carried over to her licks, and my primal side began rejecting its obsequiousness.

The initial taste of Sæarún’s orifice for procreation was divergent from the other pussies I sampled. It was exhilarative and almost inculcated in me with the virile desire to breed and fill her with cum. I licked again, wondering what it would be like to experience a feminine Fenri in heat while in Lárus’s, Róstran’s, Gellir’s, dad’s, or some other masculine Fenri’s body. Her estrus made her crotch hypersensitive and ticklish, my tongue making her writhe with each flick. We performed cunnilingus with each other, and I ignored the sudden lack of tongue on my pucker.

“Oh fucking Faer,” I exhaled, sensing my sphincter capitulate to a phallic infiltrator.

I felt Ingileif shuffle her body beneath me, followed by a titillating shift within my rectum, so I made the connection that she penetrated my tail-hole, and I resumed my work on Sæarún. The fake cock could’ve flimflammed me into believing it was Gellir’s penis or my twin brother’s claymore if I didn’t have the mental juxtaposition between them. However, I still need more data to conclude whether my asshole could enhance a penis’s characteristics mendaciously or not. I was in a mystification born in a rift between my dominant and regular sides. The former was dissatisfied and agitated by her force, whereas the latter was the obverse because of the nocuous nature. Her head abutted my cranium, partaking in the saccharine feast with me on Sæarún’s vagina. I surmised Sæarún approved of the taboo nature for the moment as she reciprocated cunnilingus to me.

I waited for Manasína to claim my snatch, wondering why I didn’t perceive another phallus inside me. I felt my legs bend, and my confusion amplified as I espied her rascally expression.

“Get ready, Kaera,” Manasína uttered, guiding her monstrous toy to its target.

“Fuck. Fuck Fuck,” I uttered, gradually adding more emphasis as I accommodated another faux pecker.

At least, Manasína punctured me in the one hole that gave me the most pleasure, especially with a shaft that stood among my brother’s penis or above it. Sæarún already inundated the two visages with nectar, and I was cleaning her cunt, feeling glad Sæarún still honored the recompense. I would’ve taken drastic measures to achieve my orgasm if she had selected my other orifice.

“Awooo!” I yelled minutes later, blacking out just as Manasína pulled out. I discovered her soaked, pilous body in front of me when my vision returned, my typical side regaining full control over my frame.

“I surmise we all enjoyed the merrymaking we did,” Manasína uttered, unhooking her strap-on.

“Did it work, Sæarún?” Ingileif inquired as I got off her.

Sæarún nodded after she rolled off me and stood up. “Thanks for the help, including you Kaera.”

“Don’t mention it,” I riposted.

Sæarún’s rosy cheeks returned. “Although nothing beats a penis.” She quickly added, “I assume.”

“Ditto,” I responded, nodding. The dildos would work in a pinch, but the legit cock had more idiosyncrasies it couldn’t replicate.

“Damn right,” Manasína replied enthusiastically. “I can’t wait to feel a legitimate penis and its throbs, warmth, and girth. Of course, I can’t forget it ejaculating on me, down my larynx, or in any of my nether apertures.” She picked up one of the strap-ons. “Unfortunately, these pseudos don’t mimic a dick realistically enough.” The toy plopped on the floor. “Time to wash ourselves and adumbrate this tomfoolery wholly before bed. The laws are no jocular matter regardless of how fun this type of sex is.”

The insufficiency of bathrooms became a botheration for everyone to mask the debaucherous junket we did in Manasína’s room. We did a brief, little contest to determine the successiveness of who would wash first, and I was dead last.

When my turn arrived, I entered the cleansing chamber, and there was a silver lining to my placement. I had no one after me, so I fully exploited the fortuity to soak in the tub. My muliebrity ached, and I massaged it underneath the water. I had a craving. The sex awoke it, but it was unknown, and it was irrelative to my heat.

The massages escalated into a full-blown masturbation as my fingers entered my vagina. I envisaged a penis swapping places with my digits, slowly adding more details about the individual that possessed it, like hands tenderly touching my body. My body went along with the illusionary act such as thrusting upward and nibbling the void where I pictured the individual was. Its phantasmagorical characteristics I found desirable in physique and genitalia, and the plentitude of semen eventually provoked another orgasm, and I sucked in air sharply.

I finished washing away my scent and utilized my new perfume. I entered the crepuscular, vacant hallway, ambulating to my assigned room that was directly across from Manasína’s chamber. A minacious glow greeted me after I opened the door. The second minatory moon hung directly out the window in front of me as I shut the ingress and went to bed.
