
Chapter 59: Familial Bash

(Jukush 16th, Year 666 of the 4th Age)

The day eerily began like I how I envisioned in my dream last night. My naked brother and I entered the hallway, encountered Róstran, and greeted him, wishing him a happy birthday. The immediate difference was we were in the Alpha Prime’s palace instead of at our mansion. We ambulated the halls to the grandiose dining room where the saturnalia for the tournament’s champions took place. It wasn’t currently prepared for the bacchanal. No soul was present. Even our parents weren’t here, and they were the first to wake up.

“Mom? Dad?” Róstran hollered, his voice reverberating in the massive chamber.

One of the castle’s servants appeared behind us. “You must be Alpha Brákfur’s progenies.”

“Affirmative.”

She waved us over and walked back the way she came. “Follow me.”

We followed her, and she took us to a section of the palace we never entered. We entered the spiral stairwell and went down instead of up. A door immediately lay before us. Oh great, I thought. She took us to the dungeon, and I was several seconds away from retreating. It opened, unleashing balmy heat. We saw our parents just as she gestured for us to enter inside.

A huge pool was the cynosure in the room. It already had occupants skinny dipping: mom and Hrafnir. His nude wife and his naked begetter dangled their feet in the water, and he had his head on her crotch. Mom fellated her husband. A shallower pool was close by, and that was where the pups played under mom’s watch.

Dad discerned us and waved. “Hey there, birthday boy. Come in.”

Lárus and I waded into the pool, acclimating to the gelid difference in temperature, and Róstran dangled his feet next to dad. “I didn’t know this existed,” I uttered, looking around the room in awe. There was something magical about the revitalization properties in the water.

“And I requested the Alpha Prime to have it all to ourselves for a couple of days. He agreed and promised us nothing will bother us today and tomorrow.” Dad prostrated and sighed contently. “I am going to relish every second of being with my pack and abdicating my Alpha duties.” To accentuate his point, his penis ejected sperm, and mom swallowed his whole payload. He withdrew his feet from the pool. “I’ll whip up breakfast. The others can’t be far behind.”

“I’ll tend to the pups and help you soon after,” mom responded, hoisting herself out of the water and kissing her spouse.

I floated on the water and digested the rest of the room. The chamber was mostly natural and shaped like a cave. There was a pit for a fire, which dad tended to, and fissures where water flowed into the pool. I noticed it took inspiration from the hallways and added statues of previous Alpha Primes though they were diminutive in comparison. There were other prominent Fenri throughout history in the room. Most I didn’t recognize. Faer was the most recognizable and had a carving of him giving up his life for the race’s survival and his apotheosis.

Right next to Faer’s picture was another commemoratory of equivalent size containing the legendary Iýsinaröðas. They were victorious in a battle against an army of some form of undead. Towering, menacing hillocks were in the background. Most of the undead lay defeated, and they raised their weapons in triumph. They were at the forefront because they were Fenri, but there were other beings depicted. One was a giant of a humanoid wearing a heavy cloak and armor commanding the undead. The rest were in a group that they were a part of. A male Human with a gargantuan dragon dealt the final blow to the minacious commander. A female Gnome wielded a staff and emanated a spell. A female Wood Elf and, surprisingly, a male Ki’Tsun wielded bows with an arrow ready to launch. Rounding out the party was a male Halfling with a stringed instrument.

The next major shock was descrying dad, and I pointed to it. “Look there!”

Dad looked where I pointed while tending to the fire. “They went with that,” he said nonchalantly. The picture depicted him rescuing his injured military comrades from a burning building.

Hrafnir looked where I pointed, too, before glancing at dad. “Just an ordinary day for you.”

Dad rubbed the back of his head. “Just serving my country and making sure my brother-in-arms live to see another day. There are plenty of other Fenri worthy to take my place.”

Hrafnir snorted. “A bunch of inanity. I know diffident is your individuality, and you instilled that in me and my brothers, but you gotta slightly satiate your egotism with your accolades periodically. A Fenri like you is like once a century at least. Maybe a millennium or more.” He turned to where a row of other prominent individuals were and opened his arms. “Imagine yourself as a one of the six mentors. Then, you can gasconade as the only mentor with the worldwide status of a Blade Master.”

“If the opportunity naturally arrives, then so be it.” Dad chuckled. “Dágfárik would go ballistics if he heard about me being a mentor.”

Hrafnir laughed also. “He’s an impressible, vernal Fenri. I suspect that’s ingrained deeply in his blood.”

On cue, Dágfárik appeared with Rýnaki, who appeared freshly-tied to Ingileif. Dad noticed them and uttered, “Speaking of Salföðgrí.”

“Morning,” Rýnaki yawned. He sat and dangled his feet in the water with his conjoined wife on his lap.

“Morning,” dad uttered, hanging meat over the fire.

Dágfárik did a cannonball and gasped after breaching the surface. “What is with this water?”

“Surprisingly cold, isn’t it,” mom snickered.

“Yeah, but,” Dágfárik floated on the surface, “it’s so revitalizing, too. I’m ready to take on an army or a dragon by myself. Scratch that. I’ll win against an army of dragons and be immortalized in history like dad.”

“I wouldn’t doubt that,” dad spoke while skewering the fleshy comestibles. “This place has supposed mythical property of producing legends to those who bathe in it. Every legendary Fenri dating back to Faer had a presence here before ascending to mythical status or godhood.”

“That means you’re going to be one of them soon.”

Dad chuckled. “Will see. You know I don’t intentionally and actively seek out those vices. Perhaps you can be one.”

Dágfárik appeared agog and floated vertically in the water. “Really?”

“I’d say the likelihood is greater since you’re in the Well of Legends. Just don’t become a braggadocio or worse with the clout.”

“I won’t.”

I rested on the edge adjacent to Róstran catching him moving his legs out of the water from my peripheral vision. He was topless and inconspicuously exuviating his pants and panties. “Today making you intrepid, Róstran?”

“I guess,” Róstran stammered. “As long as it’s just us in here, I should be affable.” He was piqued, his sheath swelled, and his entire habiliments were in a pile.

“Dad said the Alpha Prime avowed absolutely zero fracas or interruptions today and tomorrow and booked the whole chamber for us. You’ll be fine.”

Mom swam up and rested her head to the left of Róstran. “Hey there, big guy.”

“Hey, mom,” Róstran replied, blushing from his genitalia being close to her countenance.

“Giving nudity a second chance?”

“I guess.”

Mom hoisted herself out of the pool and pushed Róstran closer to her right side. “I’m sorry about what happened at the feast, Róstran. Believe me when I say that I’ll rearrange anyone’s guts so that the shit they say will turn into actual ordure if they dare declare you as simply as a wolf.”

“I know.” Róstran’s erection got more erect the longer mom held his naked body to her nude frame.

Mom slightly tilted her head to his boner. “You mind if I inspect your penis? It does require touching.”

Róstran glanced at his schlong. “Uhh, sure.”

“I swear to Faer I won’t go beyond touching.” Mom pulled Róstran to her lap and fondled his genitals. His cock grew longer and more girthy with no end in sight. She squeezed tightly on in and languidly stroked it, mainly manipulating it for a thorough inquest. “Who were your parents, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Sigurbjartur Þormóðsæn and Úlfheiður Galdsdútir.” A bead of precum formed at Róstran’s urethra.

Mom smeared it around his tip. “I see.”

“You’re familiar with them?” I inquired.

“I’m acquainted with them. They were from Övulkæt.”

“I was born there,” Róstran uttered, his body relaxing from the stimulation.

“That explains something,” mom uttered, holding Róstran’s knot.

Dad flipped the meat a couple more times before removing them from the fire. The smoke and scent permeated the chamber as he ambulated to the plates, and I heard the sizzling as it went by me. “Meat is ready. Go ahead and grab them and cook to your liking.”

Those that were in the water got out. Dad handed us skewers of thinly-sliced meat slathered with a sticky marinade, a Ki’Tsun cuisine he learned from his diplomatic duties. Sacchariferous odor accompanied the smoke as the sugar caramelized to varying degrees. It and the natural juices sizzled and bubbled. Dágfárik panicked and quickly blew on one of his burning skewers, leaving a burnt scent in the air as he ditched the skewer, and Rýnaki disconnected from Ingileif.

Any Fenri that didn’t naturally relish tearing and masticating chunks of meat had a problem, in my opinion. I was no exception. I could eat flesh and most organs of anything that walked, swam, or flew in any state of doneness just short of burnt to hell. My predilection was on the rare side, and I attempted to cook my skewers that way , which was a sensitive task to accomplish. The heat from the contained inferno, the thin slices of beef, and the marinade were a deadly trio. I underestimated how quick they cook and how flammable the agglutinative substance was.

The first batch wasn’t optimally flavorful as I desired. I tasted the sweet and savory flavors. The meat turned to shreds, and the fat melted and coated my tongue in its oleaginousness. Charred bits enhanced the taste with smokiness until I got to the scorched parts. I gagged and spat them out, washing away the amaroidal taste. I carefully navigated around the undesirable chunks until they dragooned me to discard them to the trash. The demonstrations inculcated the tips to cook the meat better, and the subsequent batches vastly improved though I couldn’t perfected the rarity.

Róstran received his presents from mom, dad, Hrafnir, and Æsignís, mostly from the parents. He got his hobbies and interests though he expressed disappointment about not getting the novels set in the world of Champions of Noß. How he found out was beyond me although I was giddy internally, knowing the books were waiting for him already. Rýnaki, Dágfárik, and Ingileif left for several minutes, returning with their benefactions. I and Lárus announced we would like to give our lagniappes later. He was mirthful with what he received, taking an interest in the last present, which was from dad. It was an instrument Janas Dyser used in the concert. He plucked several strings. I had zero doubts he wasn’t already analyzing its idiosyncrasies.

Everybody observed Róstran’s naked physique and hulking boner, felicitating him for being adventurous while ingurgitating pabulums. It never went flaccid during breakfast and opening his presents. The extra attention made it hard. Its veins pulsated, and the whole shaft throbbed.

Dad noticed the boner wasn’t evanescing, and Róstran was self-conscious. “Sorry, dad.”

Dad wasn’t livid, looking at his pack. “I guess it can’t be helped.”

“I doubt my prescription would be efficacious in this case.” Róstran blushed.

Dad winced and scrubbed a scalding splatter of juice from his visage with a sodden towel. “No, it won’t. Not with your penis that erect. Looks like releasing your virility is the only way to assuage your boner. I’ll allow it this one time since we have absolute privacy, and it’s your birthday.” He got closer to it, appearing ready to fellate him. “Does anyone object?” He looked at his spouse. “Do you?”

Mom parked her rump next to dad, holding Róstran’s cock. “If I can join in.”

“Fine by me. Will you allow us, Róstran?”

A shot of precum landing on dad’s was sufficient for an affirmative answer in my opinion, but Róstran replied, “Yes.”

“Keep a closer eye on the pup over there, will you, Æsignís?” Dad requested, pointing at indefatigable whelps.

“I will,” the auburn Fenri replied and walked to the shallow pool though it pained her to not consecrate her full attention to the ineluctable oral on the largest prick she almost indubitably ever encountered in her life. “At least they’re showing signs of needing a nap.”

“Thank, Faer. They’ll be out for a few hours.” Dad uttered. He and mom launched their coordinated assault on the hulking behemoth of a penis. They began at the base and knot, going to the leaking tip. His normal ataraxia shattered when he needed both hands to encompass it. “Fucking Faer, Róstran. How can you possess this penis without malaise?” The wonderment continued with the masculine boulders as he held the dyad. “And your testicles too.” His lips strained as he tried sucking it but couldn’t advance beyond the point. “I can’t put it in my mouth.”

“Relax, insufflate through your nostrils, and flattened and hold your tongue back,” mom exhorted while licking the giant testes. “It’s normal to feel your lips hurt from the stretch.” She watched dad closely as he attempted again , tenderly massaging his sinew. “That’s it. Slow and steady. You got this.” She squealed and clapped spiritedly and jubilantly, eulogizing him when he  broke through the barrier. “Great job, Bráksy!” His tail wagged from the panegyric and caresses, and he accumulated more of Róstran’s penis.

“Dad!” Róstran drawled out. Mom held him in place as he had forceful spasms.

“No sudden, spasmodic paroxysms, Róstran,” Mom expostulated. “Your father is a novitiate at handling gargantuan cock’s such as yours, so he needs to progress at his own pace.” She turned to dad. “You hear that, Bráksy? Take only what you can handle. Don’t do too much. If you want to, you can jerk the part of his penis you can’t suck.” She whispered to him, and I saw him shudder.

Dad took mom’s advice to heart, and Róstran rewarded him with seed after voluminous globs of seed. Half went down his throat, and the other half formed a sizable pool on the ground. Those that witnessed Róstran ejaculating for the first time had the most visceral, stupefied reaction at the output. It still caught me off guard to a lesser extent.

“Looks like you still have supernumerary spunk and concupiscence begging for release, Róstran,” dad commented and shrugged. “Matches your genitals.”

“Can’t assuage it, father,” Róstran responded, throbbing his erection.

“Doesn’t help you have a lecherous proclivity of being nude around a group or in public.” Dad ruminated on an idea, resting on his hand. “Let’s see.”

Mom raised her hand. “We can try the game we played while sheltering from that tempest a while ago. We can set the same boundaries as before.”

“There’s that.” Dad thought about it some more. I saw him mentally and circumspectly capitulated. “We can actually open up more options for everyone and turned this occasion into an orgy since today’s a special conviviality, and we have complete sequestration in this penetralia.” I swished my tail once fugaciously. He noticed his wife’s disquietude. “Of course, caveats will be commonized for the entire group and/or enumerated for specific individual(s). I already have a plenitude of them off the top of my head. I’ll get the game and some equipment.”

“The pups are finally tired,” Æsignís vociferated from a distance.

Dad appeared relieved while staring at Hrafnir’s spouse. “Thank Faer for that. They’ll be out for a few hours or for the rest of the day. With you and Hlédís’s help, we can behead an évelýð in one swing.”

“Alright.”

I appetently waited for mom ,dad, and Æsignís to return with the libidinous game, cerebrating on what the parents would allow me to execute. I internally crossed my fingers for more laxity in my prerogative than prohibition. Mom and Æsignís returned, bringing forth a box and some salacious toys, and I tilted my head. “Where’s dad, and what’s the box?”

“He wanted a brief chat with Prime Álköveik and be a couple minutes late,” mom answered, making the box a polestar next. “This is a card game, but it’s not the one from the storm.”

Æsignís placed the dildos and other sex toys on the ground near the group. “Basically, it has challenges of varying difficulties for you or your partner to do to determine who has the stronger fortitude and possibly discover kinks. There are some meant for a group instead of couples, but vast majority are not in the cover.”

Dad entered and shut the door, walking towards us. “You’ll be happy to know Prime Álköveik agreed to watch the pups while we’re celebrating Róstran’s birthday.” He suddenly had a moment of realization and returned to the door and locked it. “There. No way someone can intentionally or accidentally catch us and jump to conclusions.” He resumed walking on the original course. “Before we commence, what are acts that you’ll absolutely refuse to do and, therefore, be unfair to request.”

“Definitely knotting my vagina and asshole,” Mom answered. “You can try requesting penetration in them later in the game, but only my husky husband’s knot can enter my vagina.”

“Ditto,” Æsignís concurred, looking at Hrafnir. “Although I wouldn’t mind having a different cock tie my rear with his permission.”

“I’ll allow it,” Hrafnir responded. The tip of his pecker protruded. “I wouldn’t mind knotting other people’s rumps since it sounds like this is a once in a blue moon opportunity to indulge in taboo vices, and we have the privacy to do so.” He stared at his wife. “Of course, with your permission also.”

Æsignís osculated Hrafnir. “Thanks, and you have my permission, too.”

Dad got the game. “Alright. I’d say everyone’s in synchroneity about only letting mated couples perform the climactic portions of the Mating Ceremony such as knotting vaginas and golden showers.” Everybody nodded. Only mom remained steadfast about only letting him hilting her nether orifices, saying she maybe tractable to having a foreign knot in her taint later, and Róstran timidly asseverated about letting him acclimate before requesting penetration. “Any remonstrances about incest or homosexual sex?” Surprisingly, no qualms from anyone. Excrement and vomit were on everyone’s list of execration, and some individuals added further forbidden tasks specifically for themselves. “Now that we established boundaries, gather around, and I say let Róstran be the first since it’s his birthday.” The cards came out of the box and laid in the in centrality of the group. “Not a ton of them survived the screening, so I suggest the option of having the challenger deciding whether to accept a card or have the previous player decide instead.” No one objected.

Róstran turned to me since I was adjoining him. “Want me or the game to give you the ukase?”

I smiled at Róstran. “You. Birthday boy gets to be the Alpha for the day.”

Róstran blushed and became appeared meek. “Let’s see. You fellate dad’s penis until he ejaculates in your mouth and give him a snowball.”

Dad nodded. “Starting off strong like an Alpha—I like it.” He prostrated and parted his legs, jostling his genitals. “Have at it, Kækæ.”

I flashed my laniaries at dad. “You’re lucky your penis isn’t in between these right now.”

Dad winced. “Sorry.”

I lay flat on my chest near dad’s inguinal region, obfuscating my elation and rapidly-beating heart. My first time with him was here, and I would find out how quite of a stud he was and how lucky mom was to mate him. The taste sent my tastebuds into firmament as I licked his perineum to his testicles. Róstran and Lárus outclassed him. The pubes on his hirsute balls and part of his jungle of a crotch dangled just as far as his saggy scrotum and filled my mouth. Every strand had his essence trapped, and I intended on liberating them.

My left hand wrapped around dad’s plump sheath and squeezed it. His penis was in the middle of being erect and was already hard inside. His tip quickly emerged, and I massaged a moiety of pre out with a couple of my fingers. I sensed it getting larger and harder and felt the puissant pulsations of a beast, the traits I perceived in my connate inamorato and Róstran.

I traded my mouth with my hands on dad’s gonads and began my task. I suckled the acicular flesh while my tongue went inside his pilose acclivity and swirled around within. The concentrate flavor in his sheath sent me to a paradisiacal dimension. He tasted very mature, virile and much like a Direfenri like Róstran and Lárus despite being part of one and mostly an undiluted, quotidian Fenri. More of his penis slid directly into my mouth.

I bobbed my head once I had enough of my father’s dick in my muzzle. It gradually grew to where the tip curved down my throat, forcing me to retard my celerity. I adjusted quickly and resumed with an almost imperceptible interregnum, and his knot emerged. I allowed my vocal cords to vibrate all over his shaft, and my hands rhythmically fondled his testicles.

“Faer, Kaera” dad sighed beatifically. “You inherited from your mother well.” He placed a metacarpus on my head.

Dad caressed me as I perceived the harbingers of an orgasm with several senses. I also sensed him proscribing more of his power from releasing. It was heartwarming for him to presuppose I was an abecedarian and wanted to protect me instead of abusing my maw. I was more of an adroit and desired just an iota more oomph from him. I subtly and gingerly tugged his tail until I got my point across. He assumed control and requited my request equivalently. He benevolently moved his hips. I timed my breaths to coincide with the thrusts and tasted dad’s precum. His knot grew to a pronounced state. It physically beseeched my mouth for entry though he revoked its privilege.

“Take a deep breath, Kaera,” dad warned, changing his thrusts. “I’m about to cum.” I did and ingurgitated every discharge of viscid semen down to the last drop, licking his prick clean after. The last load was painfully pygmy that swapping between him orally aggrandized it slightly.

My turn to issue a challenge was next, and I turned to Rýnaki. “Card or me?”

“You,” Rýnaki answered.

“Let’s see.” I scanned everyone in the chamber while ruminating a scheme. “Give Æsignís a rimjob for ten minutes.”

Rýnaki nodded and went over to Æsignís’s aunt, who was already on her side and exposed her anus and vagina by lifting her right leg. I counted down the second his tongue danced on her pucker. My dare was tame compared to the previous challenge. I should’ve upped the ante, but it was too belated. He was underway and enthralled, even shoving tongue deep into her rectum, and she relished it.

Æsignís inadvertently did the job for me. She sat on Rýnaki's face. Six minutes remained when she performed her stunt, and I supplicated that she remained there until they were exhausted or until he capitulated. He didn’t mind, initially, happily bathing inside and around her sphincter. 

The minutes ticked by, and it appeared Æsignís had zero intentions on vacating her niece’s spouse’s physiognomy. The final minute came when he started having trouble. His hands moved like was making half of a snow angel. He quickly escalated to a frenetic state, and they spasmed wildly. Hrafnir and her remained phlegmatic when everybody else got solicitous, exhorting equanimity. He survived and gasped when she stood up.

“She must do that to you often,” dad assumed.

Hrafnir cast a side glance at his progenitor and smirked. “She became very proficient.”

“Glad I survived that crucible!” Rýnaki vociferated, returning to his spot. He looked at Hrafnir. “Pick a card or have me decide your kismet.”

“Hit me with your best shot, brother,” Hrafnir taunted.

Rýnaki shot him a doubtful expression instantaneously, behaving he had the plan since the beginning, and it was an importunate checkmate. “Have Róstran knot your sheath.” The iota of rivalry left when he looked at Róstran. “Is that too quick for you, Róstran?”

“It’s fine,” Róstran stammered meekly and excitedly. “I’ll go with it.”

Damn. I should’ve issued that challenge to Rýnaki instead. Everyone but Hrafnir and Róstran sounded amused by the taunting dare. Hrafnir’s expression conveyed perplexment and disquietude. Róstran also express botheration with his countenance, but it was the titillating version, turning his cheeks roseate, and I caught him subtly wagging his tail. Rýnaki appeared smug, and I perfervidly waited for the first male-on-male sex of the game.

Hrafnir patted his lap. “Ok, Róstran, come here.”

Róstran ambulated three-fourths of the way to Hrafnir and crawled for the remaining quarter. The flustered aura only got thicker around them as they glanced at each other’s genitalia. “Shall we -uh- get comfortable, Hrafnir.”

“That’s a wise course of action.” Hrafnir gulped.

The duo began with caresses and kisses. Róstran did everything he could to deliquesce his masculine partner’s tension. I knew first-hand about abating the astriction in sinew being the key to handling his monster dick. I could only imagine how much more laborious it was having it sojourn in a tighter space with a phallus already dwelling inside.

Róstran’s penis slowly bestirred and slid out. The huge tip prodded Hrafnir’s front entrance, slipping out without any progress. The other penis emerged, becoming a chockablock. The process devolved to a sword fight. Perhaps their relaxed states were excessive, and Róstran growled at the contravention.

“I can’t interpose my dick in your sheath, Hrafnir,” Róstran exasperatedly uttered.

“Maybe I should enter you first since your sheath is larger than mine,” Hrafnir grunted, his pecker already starting the process. “Perhaps even bigger than my actual cock. Theoretically, the nihility inside me once it leaves should make my sheath pliable for you to infix your shaft.”

“Let’s give it a shot.”

It was easier for Hrafnir to enter Róstran’s front door, and consternation settled in.him. “Faer be damned. You still have plenty of your penis inside even though you have enough out to match an average Fenri’s dick or even a Direfenri. Where the fuck is your knot?” He turned to his middle brother. “Can’t you change your challenge for me, Rýnaki, please?”

“That’s my dare,” Rýnaki answered, snickering.

True to his proclivity, Róstran was bashful when Hrafnir complimented his endowment. Hrafnir was onto something with the plan. He stretched Hrafnir’s sheath with ease and got the arduous part done. The head was inside. All that was left was sliding the rest of his ginormous pecker inside him. The pilose hillocks kissed, but I saw the virile worm slither farther in and expanding the sheath. The inflation soon dwarfed the size from Hrafnir entering him.

Róstran and Hrafnir swiftly resume the affectionate touches and smooches while thrusting to each other. Their hands went towards their fundaments, squeezing their glutes. My arousal spiked, and I wasn’t the only one. Everyone exuded their concupiscences to some degree regardless of the taboo. I and a few others masturbated. His knot sundered the vinculum between the sheaths, and the struggle resumed, behaving like it was battering down the defenses to a cunt or taint.

Hrafnir stretched his sheath as wide as possible, wincing in the process. His knot was the first to connect to Róstran and trap his cum inside him, the tie adding more to his agony as Róstran twitched. The blissful ululate turned into an excruciating yelp as Róstran’s knot made the preposterous into achievable, and Róstran’s dithyrambic howl mixed with his vocals. The sonorous, heterogenous symphony gradually grew to one agonizing solo as his roar grew as tantamountly as the tumefaction in his sheath. He found out the hard way that Róstran’s payload was one of the most voluminous out of all the males in Illyria, and I commiserated with him.

“Fuck,” Hrafnir huffed, regaining his breath. “That was… fuck. I can’t believe I lived through that.”

“Sorry for causing oppressive malady to you, Hrafnir,” Róstran replied phlegmatically and overwrought with fear.

Hrafnir winced and adjusted his movements while pulling Róstran closer for a kiss. “You have nothing to apologize for, and I’m not corybantic at you. It’s just,” he huffed audibly, “I greatly deprecated your endowment.” He pressed him harder to his chest. “Let’s cuddle while waiting for our knots to deflate, and no drastic movements.”

Róstran nodded. “Affirmative.” Hrafnir’s sheath was one prick from a bantam needle away from exploding like an engorged tick.

Hrafnir turned his head to Rýnaki. “Nice try. Now, I’ll find a way to requite you later.” Rýnaki quavered with trepidation, and he turned to Ingileif. “What’s your choice?”

“I’ll go with the card.” Everyone stared at the top card because it had symbol marking it as an especial card. It had unique participants ranging from random pairings up to the entire group. Ingileif picked it up and analyzed it. “It’s for everyone currently playing. You are to wear underwear until you are eliminated, and it has to belong to the opposite gender.”

Dad and Æsignís got up and went to the door. “We’ll get them,” he spoke, opening the door.

“Give me and Róstran a few minutes,” Hrafnir said, yipping in pain after.

They returned with armfuls of undergarments in possession, and they were crossdressing already. Æsignís wore a purple jockstrap, and dad wore leopard bra and panties with black lace trims. The choices were jockstraps, bras, and panties, and everyone selected their required options. She, mom, Rýnaki, and me were enthusiastic about the challenge. Dágfárik and Ingileif were dismayed about crossdressing. The rest were nonchalant, and I ended up in a jockstrap that was a tad too tight for my liking. The ones waiting for me later were for me.

Ingileif turned to Lárus and was just as timorous as Róstran. “Ok, Lárus, it’s your turn.”

“What do you want me to do?” My brother catechized, straightening out his black, crotchless panties.

Ingileif struggled to come up with an idea and vented her vexation. “Have Dágfárik give you a lap-dance until the beginning of my next turn unless you or him give up.”

Dágfárik grumbled cholerically while transmigrating towards Lárus. He whispered in his right ear, to which Lárus respond with, “Not a chance.”

Dágfárik sighed exasperatedly and commenced the routine, pressing his panty-covered posterior against Lárus’s boner. It was sloppy, amateurish, and every move was improvised. He had nil ardor about improving. What fueled him was his fervor to spite an unknown entity and his pertinacity. Lárus tried flavoring the autoschediastic by getting handsy with him. The touching on his thighs and snapping from his pink, lacy underwear immediately escalated to a swift verbal and physical admonishment.

“Alright, then,” Lárus spoke, rubbing his left cheek. “You want me to give you your first task, Æsignís.”

“No, thanks,” Æsignís answered, reaching for a card. “This is doable.” She looked at my mother, me, and Ingileif. “It wants me having sex with every female currently competing for five minutes.”

Lárus thew a triumphant fist into the air. “Hell yes! I planned on female-on-female action with you, anyway.”

The auburn, feminine Fenri vacated her seat. “I guess fate is approbating this one instance of orgiastic debauchery for now. Hopefully it’s Faer himself.” She was decumbent, and she offered her physique to mom without bellyaching. Mom knelt in front of her. “How does everyone want to do this?”

Mom instantly pressed her jockstrap-covered pussy against Æsignís shrouded snatch. “I’ll grind my cunt against yours.” She turned to me and Ingileif. “You two want to fuck us with a couple of strap-ons, or do you prefer oral?”

Ingileif and I looked at each other, nodding in concurrence seconds after. “Strap-ons,” I answered.

“Ok.” Mom slowly slid her crotch over Æsignís’s jockstrap. “You two select your toy, get them nice and slick, and decide which of her holes you’ll enter.”

Æsignís looked at mom. “You know how to accommodate them?”

Mom bent forward and osculated Æsignís. “I’ll just have to extemporize and learn along the way. Certainly we can’t be just as bad or worse as Dágfárik.”

“Shut up!” Dágfárik snapped. His body faced Lárus, but his head faced at the most mature females.

For all the hell she went through for violating one of the Forbidden Five, mom was amicable sliding her snatch over Æsignís’s twat. This was their first time. All indicators asseverated they were neophytes unlike me. I kept my paroxysm of frantically giving tips to them chained inside to maintain my secret, and focused on the tantalizing eroticism while making the final adjustments to my strap-on. Hrafnir and Róstran remained docked. Dágfárik perfunctorily and clumsily massaged Lárus’s cock with his butt. Now, there was a duo of feminine Fenri performing tribadism, soon to double in participants. My blue jockstrap behind the toy turned into a darker tincture from my sacchariferous cataract emanating from my crotch.

Mom humped Æsignís like a male and suckled on her mammillae. Her ferocity was constant and fierce. Æsignís’s mouth was open but no sounds came forth. Their underwear’s pouches became darker like mine. Lilliputian strands of nectar briefly materialized as their twats rubbed against each other. I noticed disgruntlement hanging over them gradually getting thicker.

“Oh, Hlédís, you’re such a goddess”Æsignís enunciated, holding onto her.

Mom caused a transitory caesura by breaking the embrace, looking at their crotches. “Let’s see.” She moved the jockstraps aside and resumed grinding their bare vaginas. “How’s this?”

“Awoo! Much better.” The red Fenri noticed Ingileif lining up to perforate her and me positioning behind mom. “Let’s spice things up a bit.” She signaled mom, and they yanked our tails.

My vision got narrower to where my mother’s vagina was the cynosure . Then, I had an out-of-body experience, observing myself and the epicene group from above. I witnessed myself penetrate her and beheld Ingileif intercalating her ersatz pecker inside Æsignís’s mouth. I humped mom ferally and sunk my teeth into her neck, fondling her swaying mammillae.

“You know the card requested her to have sex with all females currently available,” mom huffed. “How about you claim her vagina instead.”

My physiqued growled, and mom’s response forced me to reluctantly surrender and relocate to Æsignís’s cunt. I wasn’t totally done with her and switched to a rimjob instead. She didn’t castigate me, so I continued orally pleasuring her anus while piercing Æsignís’s twat with my toy dick. The red female had the three of us stimulate herself for the majority of the time limit. It culminated to Æsignís and her spraying vaginal juices directly at me.

My ferocity wasn’t satiated, and I watched my possessed frame and Ingileif continue beyond the allotted time. Mom had me while Æsignís had Ingileif. They took our strap-ons away and kept us at bay while burying their snouts into our saturated vulvas. I found myself back in my body just as I ejaculated all over mom’s visage, and Ingileif covered Æsignís in her fluids.

“Alright, Brákfur, it’s your turn,” Æsignís huffed, face dripping with nectar.

Dad stood up and appeared he needed to micturate. “You can decide, but I need to piss. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

Æsignís indicated mom. “Why bother when you have her?” Dad tilted his head. “Mark your territory on her. Better yet, pee inside her ass and drink all of it once you’re finished.” She flashed her fangs victoriously. She must’ve prognosticated an easy checkmate.

The vainglorious triumph on Æsignís’s visage was embryonic, soon turning into a grim shock that wouldn’t surprise me if it formed an anchor in her stomach. Mom showed no revilement as she presented her butt to dad and shook it, wagging her tail. Dad stretched mom’s anus, aiming his penis without guidance from his hands. Golden liquid streamed from his urethra, and barely any of it landed inside her rectum. Rýnaki had to hold his penis to assist in aiming, and I perceived the sound of her insides filling up. The mini pool overflowed towards the end of him emptying his bladder.

Dad knelt and moved his head closer to mom’s urine-filled sphincter. I, Lárus, Róstran, Æsignís, Hrafnir, and Dágfárik grimaced as he initially slurped his own piss. He lapped away what he could reach with his tongue, and she was elated as he went far. She already had a waterfall at her pussy despite cumming seconds ago, and her fingers went behind her jockstrap.

Dad released and slapped his spouse’s rump. “Hold your sphincter tight and position your taint over my face while I’m recumbent on my back. There’s still more I can’t access.”

“On it,” mom responded, slowly getting on her feet.

Dad was supine, guiding mom on where to squat over him. Her arousal dripped onto his countenance. Then, the gold stream hypostatized. Half of it flowed directly to its target. The residuum traveled on her perineum and commixed wither her vaginal secretion. The waterfall grew into another full-blown cataract as she climaxed, soaking her undergarments. He snickered at Æsignís just before he had his orgasm.

Dágfárik was on the ball with his answer while rubbing his protuberance over Lárus’s face. “Pick card for me, please.”

Dad crawled to the deck while in the later half of his ejaculation, picked the top card, and instantaneously and ostentatiously chortled “Sorry, son.”

Dágfárik furrowed his eyes, flattened his ears, and froze. “What is it?” He spoke with great acrimony, dreading his imminent fate.

Dad shut his eyes and held the card away while cachinnating. “You have to behave like a pup and wear the attire of one.”

“Give me that!” Dágfárik shouted while taking the card. He exasperatedly opened his mouth, tilted his head back, and rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake.” He hopped off Lárus, denuding his bra and panties. “That’s it. I’m done.” He did a cannonball into the pool.

“Look’s like I’m off the hook for now,” mom said, observing Hrafnir and Róstran separating separating from each other and putting on purple, silky, effete underwear, and Dágfárik’s pink, epicene undergarments, respectively. “You ready for your task, Róstran?”

“Yes, mom,” Róstran replied while connecting his bra abaft.

Mom pointed to the hulking sausage known as Hrafnir’s sheath. “Clean up your mess you made inside Hrafnir with your tongue.”

 Róstran nodded once. “On it.” The gentlest of caresses caused Hrafnir’s swollen sheath to discharge with a an audible squirt. “This will take a moment. Would you like me to issue your challenge now, or will you take a card, Kaera?”

I noticed the top card didn’t have the minatory symbol and color. “I’ll take my chances with the deck.” I picked it up while Róstran sucked his batter from the furry casing. “This is simple and doable. Perform oral and/or fingering on the nearest female for five minutes if there is one playing.” I looked to my left and right, counting how many males lay between me and the most adjacent effeminate Fenri, which just so happened to be consanguineous. “I guess that’s you, mom.”

“Looks like I’m not out of the woods just yet,” mom replied and presented her anus.

The lingering flavor of piss was potent and revolting. Only my competitive predisposition was stronger than it, fueling my endurance. I shut my eyes as I licked mom’s sphincter and anal fissure. I couldn’t detect the earthy gaminess, not even when she made my tongue caress deeply within her rectum.

I turned my sight to mom’s pussy.Her jockstrap’s pouch was saturated with urine and pussy juices as my tastebuds traveled over it. The latter had strong enough flavor to be somewhat noticeable through the bitterness. I found her slit’s opening and clitoris through the fabric, and she reacted jocundly when I stimulated them.

“Arf! Brákfur was correct. You did inherit well from me.” Mom must’ve exploited her lingering dominance from when she had her tail pulled. I felt her push my head hard to her inguinal region. “Suck my vagina, you slut, and present yours to me.”

I encompassed all of the masculine underwear’s pouch in my muzzle as mom pressed her snout against my muliebrity. I felt pressure from her tongue. My jaw moved like I was masticating on food, letting my laniaries scratch her snatch. I instinctively clenched my nether apertures when she stuck a finger each into my taint and pussy. The digit in my twat scratched sensitive areas within, compelling me to wiggle my lower half over her face even when she transitioned back to oral.

The light chewing went from mom’s undergarment directly to her vagina, and she squirmed identically as I did. My teeth glided on her vulva and labia while my tongue slithered in her birth canal that I and Lárus came out of. Her secretion gradually drowned out the taste of dad’s urine. I thought I was onto something when I spent the last few seconds nibbling her clitoris and tugging its hood with my teeth, and she had the most visceral reaction. However, my time expired.

“I’m ready for your challenge, Kaera,” Rýnaki taunted.

I knew my first challenge for Rýnaki was rudimentary and he didn’t hesitate using Róstran’s phallus to his advantage. Time to avenge Hrafnir, I thought, noticing Róstran was finished. He looked bewildered when I sneered at him. “Have Róstran fuck your face for five minutes, and I mean face-fuck, Rýnaki. No going at your own pace. You’ll remain still while he thrusts into your mouth, and someone will pull Róstran’s tail.”

“Now hold on,” Rýnaki protested, gesturing with both hands towards Róstran’s giant log. “You don’t expect me to tackle that fucking giant tree trunk of a penis with him doing all of the movements?”

“You dared me to have him knot my sheath, so this is fair game,” Hrafnir pointed out. He and I fist-bumped, uttering his gratitude to me.

“You want to do this, Róstran?”

Róstran nodded to Rýnaki’s dismay. “Indubitably, Rýnaki.”

I pointed to Róstran’s erection while looking at Rýnaki. “Hop to it.”

Rýnaki was on his hands and knees about to fellate the monstrosity when he paused and looked at Hrafnir. “In case I am unable to speak after I’m done, you can either have my wife peg you with the largest strap-on available or take a card from the pile. Your choice.” He struggled just like dad did, and mom taught him similarly to him until he took the crucial step.

I pulled Róstran’s tail and watched the magic unfold. Rýnaki hugged tightly to Róstran’s glutes and hips as dominant alter ego took over the runt’s body and aggrandized his power. It wasn’t pure savagery like a barbarian. The force was calculated. Róstran’s voice had authority rather than its typical bashfulness.

Mom had to circumvent Róstran and had a surprisingly easy time convincing him to hand the reins to her. She had to ensure not to sound too doctrinaire and undermine his supremacy. He was the Alpha, and he spoke like one, hurling lecherous insults at Rýnaki. There was tact in her tutelage, and she taught Rýnaki how and when to breathe and handle a huge, girthy penis. Rýnaki’s cheeks were inflamed and puffed up with it.

Róstran forced Rýnaki to sit more vertically and thrust downward. Rýnaki’s metacarpi waved wildly, desperately trying to hold onto him somewhere on his body. Mom had to subtly remind him about letting his partner breathe and changed strategy in guiding Rýnaki. I saw the swelling on Rýnaki’s throat, and it nearly doubled in size. He was so horny that he would cum before the five minutes were expired. He already exhibited heralds of an orgasm and the desire to knot him. She beheld the signs and prepped Rýnaki for what was to come.

The colossal knot entered and expanded inside Rýnaki’s mouth. Róstran showed blissful relief while ejaculating, and everyone was awestruck at witnessing his orbicular dyad contract. Every drop never escaped, coalescing inside his stomach where a bulge formed externally. He was sagacious in giving Hrafnir his challenge before getting face-fucked because his mouth would be full of Róstran’s sausage for a while, at least thirty minutes according to mom if luck was on his side. He and everyone else were astonished about her being so cocksure about the duration of Róstran’s knot tying someone, and I had the experience to know she was correct.

“I’ve had my fair share of large phalluses to last a week,” Hrafnir spoke while reaching for a card, “so I’ll take this instead.” His eyes quickly scanned it and lit up. “This is interesting. I must be the center of a bisexual threesome, specifically a spitroast, until I and the other male cum… and the opposite gender gets my ass. Fuck me.” Rýnaki’s laughter was nearly imperceptible.

“Who are the lucky ones?” Dad inquired.

Hrafnir looked at the possibilities, and I swished my tail, hoping he would select me. “Kaera will claim my ass.” I was ecstatic, and my tail showed it too. I got more practice before pegging Róstran later tonight. He took a longer time choosing between dad and Lárus. Either penis would give him a challenge. “Lárus, you’re up.”

“Alright.” Lárus relocated closer while , and his erect endowment slapped against his scion’s physiognomy. “Ready when you are.”

“Here goes nothing,” Hrafnir uttered, squeezing Lárus’s panty-covered testicles. He dove in and was barely a minute into fellating him when he caught my strap-on covering my underwear. “Couldn’t you have selected a small one, Kaera?” Rýnaki was having blast while waiting for Róstran’s knot to shrink. I could only imagine cocky banter Rýnaki would engage in if his mouth was available.

“You got this.” Æsignís accentuated her point by tilting her head at Róstran, fingering her vagina. “Plus, we practiced.” She began rummaging through the pile of sex toys.

Hrafnir turned to me. “Is it lubed?”

I looked at my fake dick. “Uh, wait just a second.”

Hrafnir fellated my brother. I got behind him and slapped his rump frequently with my freshly-lubed strap-on. The impacts made him shut his eyes and fugaciously shiver, and I splattered the slick layer. Eventually, he raised and wagged his tail, alerting me about his promptitude. I held and aimed it until his sphincter capitulated. He paused, again, moaning the whole time I inserted all of it within him.

Hrafnir pleaded to Lárus with his eyes. “Please hold still.”

“No problem.” Lárus rested on his hands, acting like he was on vacation.

I thrust the second Hrafnir sucked Lárus’s penis. This wasn’t my first time pegging a male, but my expression conveyed more dilettante than cockiness. My pace erratically vacillated between tenderness and wreckage, the volatileness made him uncomfortable. He groaned into Lárus’s groin, my force probably dragooning him to take more penis than he intended.

“Hold up, Kaera.” Æsignís whistled to get my attention. I turned and saw her behind dad with a different strap-on, one that was smaller than mine and had an artificial Fenri penis. “This is how you do it.” I watched her slide inside his pucker. “Be consistent and careful starting out. Only when you can slide with minimal resistance can you unleash up to your full potential.”

I heeded all of Æsignís’s advice and demonstration as I tenderized Hrafnir’s rear. I gave my twin sibling a quizzical expression while doing so. The strap-on in my room was smaller compared to the one I wielded currently, but it was on the larger end of the spectrum, and Lárus exhibited less pain than him despite losing his anal virginity last night. Lárus just shrugged and resumed stroking his red head. The pressure on his prostate triggered his orgasm, and he ejaculated without needing any hands, his semen flying randomly from his floppy urethra.

The challenge specifically said the other male had to cum in order to satisfy it, so Hrafnir endured more of the spitroast as the last drivel of spunk dripped from his dick. I kept up the desired momentum, and his reaction aggrandized. It necessitated him to accelerate. I shot Lárus an expression to tell him to resist. I wanted to relish and lucubrate every second I could squeeze out of.

I surmised I could increase my speed, judging by how freely I moved within Hrafnir’s rectum. So, I did, and he melted even faster and tried to finish his challenge faster. I increased my power even further, discovering a new ability. My power made him unable to stimulate Lárus. I kept him from completing his task and had the wherewithal to do so at any point if I felt Lárus was near a climax. Rýnaki took pleasure witnessing me stymie Hrafnir. I put on the show for everyone. Æsignís cajoled me to drag it further.

Hrafnir exploited all the measures in his disposal and jacked Lárus off while performing fellatio. He struck gold or rather jizz as I made him cum for the third time. Multitudinous gobs escaped violently from his mouth. I manipulated his penis and painted Lárus’s butt white. He was glad to be done and shot daggers at Rýnaki.

“Ahh,” Hrafnir drawled out after breathing fresh air. “Ok, Ingileif. How do you want your dare delivered?”

“You, this time.” Ingileif answered. Her left hand was in her jockstrap.

“Lick my father’s foot.”

Ingileif gagged while beholding dad flex his toes. “No thanks.” She took off her jockstrap and skinny-dipped with Dágfárik.

“Looks like I get a free pass this round,” Lárus uttered, looking at Æsignís. “You’re up.”

“What do you have in store for me?” Æsignís inquired.

Lárus pointed at himself and at dad and Hrafnir. “Take all of our knots together.”

Æsignís crept up Hrafnir’s body and planted her cunt on his pecker. Dad claimed her pucker and inserted his phallus in her, much to Lárus’s disappointment. That only left her maw available, and she sucked Lárus’s cock. Lárus hovered just above Hrafnir’s countenance, so Hrafnir suckled on his testicles.

Sequentially and quickly, the knots entered Æsignís’s openings. Her belly distended and jiggled from the semen coalescing inside her belly. Lárus was jubilant as he drained his balls into a female, but disillusionment was present after the mood evanesced. I could tell he wanted to penetrate a nether orifice instead and assumed the incomplete Mating Ceremony was the culprit.

Æsignís issued another doozy of a challenge to dad once she was free. He had to be the bottom to Hrafnir, they had to put on a show, and Hrafnir had to ejaculate inside his sphincter— first incest with actual penetration in a nether aperture. They were to engage in the sixty-nine position after with Hrafnir rimming and dad fellating. She sat to my right, and mom was on my left, all of us agog with anticipation. Lárus sat on the other side, and Róstran dragged Rýnaki by his dick over to him.

Dad and Hrafnir massaged each other’s panty-covered glutes while sloppily exchanging slaver. Their hips swayed from side to side, their bulges bumping into each other. The bumps became a full frottage, especially when Hrafnir held them together. Pellucid essences darkened their panties and formed beads on the outside. Hrafnir had his manly progenitor on his back and took control of the thrusts. The waistbands couldn’t hold back their excrescences any longer, and their penis tips were exposed, eructing their limpid lube.

Hrafnir turned his head towards me, mom, and Æsignís, flashing a toothy smile, and he included Lárus, Róstran, and Rýnaki, who were directly on the other side. He sultrily swung his butt around in a mesmeric swirl with his tail up. I heard Æsignís holler her breviloquent eulogy as he parted the panties aside to expose the puckers and gonads. She and mom got into it with the praises and cajolement when he began rubbing the orbicular pairs. I watched him turned himself and dad around without breaking the movements to give the boys plenty of eye-candy too. The fresh angle gave me the view of his glistening penis slide across dad’s slick phallus.

I noticed Lárus was enthralled by the performance. I smirked. I told you male-on-male coitus was thaumaturgic to witness in person, big brother. Róstran was also bewitched though his jaw was open, and he was panting while Lárus’s muzzle remained shut. His expression leaned towards the stoical side though I knew he was sold. Rýnaki’s facial contortions were identical to theirs though it was more pronounced. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he remained speechless even without Róstran’s penis blocking his mouth.

Hrafnir sat on dad’s genitals and ground his rear on them. The movement was slow, designed to drive his father crazy. It worked. Dad was relaxed though becoming spasmodic as he went on. He had the effrontery to surcease temporarily to let dad cool off just before an orgasm. Each lacuna gave him the opportunity to flex, pose, and nonverbally vaunt his body to the familial audience, sometimes accentuating his bra-covered pecs. The scent of incensed libidos skyrocketed among me and the other females, and we had sacchariferous puddles form underneath our physiques.

The show escalated to the main event. Hrafnir retreated, carefully lined up his shaft, and advanced into dad’s rectum. No meretricious, superfluous movements were necessary, just basic thrusts and a pace that vacillated between nice and steady to fast and vigorous. The interims carried over. Dad’s tongue hung from the visible of his mouth.

The main act subjoined an extra component. Hrafnir was capable of bending over and fellating his father coevally with the anal penetrations. The culmination was near even with him edging dad. He finished by taking all of the phallus into his mouth and hummed. Dad howled and arched back, and he ejaculated a second later without completing the tie.

Dad looked at mom when he had the chance. “Ready?”

“Give it to me,” mom answered.

Dad moved Hrafnir’s penis away when Hrafnir got into the required position and felched him. “Have a bonding experience with your oldest pups for fifteen minutes. Let Lárus penetrate your nether region for the majority of the round.”

“And I suppose he can knot my anus if fate ever allows it to occur.”

I didn’t need to be clairvoyant to know Lárus was down for the challenge. I hoped he was judicious about our secret. Mom got him resting on his back and gestured for me to lick his dong coincidently. She also presented her fundament to him, so I did also. I sensed his tongue on my vagina and taint and his digits too. His free hand also touched her orifices, his mouth alternating between me and her.

Mom went straight into the primary portion of her challenge about a minute into it. She sat on Lárus with his penis in her muliebrity. I ensconced on his visage, and she and I fondled each other’s breasts and osculated while he lapped away at my pussy. She pulled my nipples. I tugged hers with my teeth.Her slit fueled his sex drive, and I perceived it. She was extra slow and careful with him in her cunt, but he must’ve savored how tight it was and/or the datum of it giving birth to him and me.

Mom was about to take it to the next level when she paused and appeared shocked. Lárus was too despite howling out his orgasm, so I looked down despite prognosticating what he did. I felt my stomach plummet to the abyss anyway. His penis throbbed, and his semen leaked out of her vagina with every pump. Panic emerged in the group as he filled her uterus with cream, remaining persistent even though he didn’t knot her and lost his chastity.

“I swear to Faer I didn’t mean too!” Lárus stammered stentorianly in a panic.

Mom shut him up with a finger. “Shh. It’s alright. I consented, and you’re still viable for your Mating Ceremony. It’s a special day, so we can all responsibly indulge as much as we want.” He sighed with relief although he quickly imploded from her minacious aura. “However, you got real lucky your knot wasn’t in my vagina. I must emphasize about severe consequences if I catch you, Kaera, Róstran, and Dágfárik engage in taboo debauchery prematurely.” She looked at Hrafnir and Rýnaki. “And even you, too, if done in public.”

“Yes, mom!” We shouted. Rýnaki did his best to acknowledge while in his current predicament.

She went back to her amicable self in a blink of an eye. “Now, time to savor the opportunity of having sex with my son while it’s still present.”

“You’re sure?” Lárus inquired.

“The fifteen minutes haven’t expired, so yes. We just need to be careful of where your knot and penis is in case you ejaculate again.”

Mom pulled out and cleansed her scion’s pecker with her mouth. Her nether region was towards me and him. The way she shook it invited us to indulge her cum-filled cunt. We took her slit on together, and I tasted his semen adhering to her jockstrap’s pouch. I felt the valley of her vagina as we licked her underwear. She wiggled her lower half, responding favorably to the stimulation.

We moved her jockstrap’s pouch aside, diving into her pussy. Our tongues wrestled within her, and she savored it. My tastebuds perceived her sacchariferous fluid with his seed. More of it materialized from her approval. The salty well dried up, so I combined his last residuum of glob in his mouth with mine. I stretched her anus wide open and deposited deep in her rectum by spitting for safe storage and fermenting, shutting the pink ring after.

My attention turned towards mom’s clitoris and its hood, nudging my brother. I took and stretched one half of her hood with my teeth, and he copied me on the other moiety. We played a pseudo game of tug-o-war and drove our full attention directly to her sensitive node. The slurps surceased, and she moaned. The moans turned quickly into a full howl, and she flooded our faces. I dug deep into her asshole to retrieve my treasure I buried earlier before she plunged her taint on his prick.

Mom wasn’t worried about what Lárus did to her cunt. Her focus was exclusively on me while in the position nearly identical to the we were in before the parlous calamity occurred. Now, her fervor on my mammillae and vagina matched his torrid effort on my pucker. I gave her everything I got, wishing for favorable adventitious forces for this moment to be amaranthine. She and I scissored each other, ensuring the pouches of our jockstraps didn’t interfere.

She handed Lárus the reins, laying on her back while I was on her to continue the grinding.I heard her give advice to him to ensure his thrusts wouldn’t metastasize. He wanted to badly hilt himself to her.I saw the instinct was strong in him, and his perforations weren’t as puissant as they could be. I was as close to cumming as he was despite rubbing my vagina against her vagina and having her fingers in my sphincter.

Mom noticed the signs easily and checked the time, and it was nearly up. I thought she would give him a case of blue balls after the scare at the beginning. “Come on, Lárus! Today’s the only day to disregard the edicts. Claim me, your mother, as your mate!” She held me tightly and gave me blue balls instead. He followed through successfully and hilted her just as time expired, beginning to drain his testicles.

Mom focused her attention to Róstran while Lárus was in the initial stages of filling her asshole. “How’s your boner?”

Róstran tugged his erection “My penis is still too hard to pull out, but it’s less of a chockablock in Rýnaki’s throat. He can insufflate more efficaciously.”

“Good.” Mom coordinated an effort to better inspect the vinculum. “As I suspected, there’s still more time remaining before he can pull his cock out.” She looked at Rýnaki. “Just a little bit longer, sweetie. How are you holding up with his penis?” He gargled and then nodded, giving her a thumbs up. “And you, Róstran?” She became concerned when Róstran appeared pale. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to micturate so bad,” Róstran answered, squirming.

“At least you’re inside Rýnaki’s mouth.” Mom looked at Rýnaki, and he already gave a thumbs-up. “Ok. Get ready.” She looked at Róstran, again. “He’s fine with you pissing down his throat.”

“He’s always down for watersports,” Ingileif spoke from the pool.

“Noted.” Róstran had the blissful expression people express when holding in a very full bladder for a long time and finally releasing urine. Rýnaki timed his gulps perfectly as everyone saw and heard him imbibe Róstran’s piss.

“Other than that, you’re still fine?” Mom inquired.

“Splendiferous,” Róstran looked at the connection to Rýnaki’s mouth while still urinating, “although I’m astonished my penis can remained tied for this long.” I knew firsthand he was cognizant about that statement being a lie.

“Your penis is beyond normal bounds. You’re most definitely the apotheosis of studs and bearer of Faer’s phallus. A scant few can claim that while the rest yearn for their penises to be that huge.”

“Yet you’re acquainted with it.”

Mom paused and sighed. “Yes, I have experience.”

“Our father,” I uttered, and Lárus growled.

Mom turned to us. “Yes, the biological begetter to you two, and Salföðgrí and his wolf spawn can masquerade as Faer or a follower exquisitely.”

“Oh,” Róstran uttered in chagrin.

Mom held him close to her breasts. “I’m not accusing you, Róstran, of being malicious because of your characteristics. Now, enough of this melancholic talk while we’re celebrating your birthday. Now, you want me or the card?”

“You, please, although I admonish you in being cognizant of where my erection currently is.”

“I will.” Mom scanned the two conjoined bodies just as Róstran finished peeing in Rýnaki’s mouth. “Drag Rýnaki around for five minutes or until your penis is free, whichever comes first.”

Dad got up and went to where the domesticated conflagration was. “Róstran can help me tend to the fire while completing the challenge.”

Róstran hauled wood a few times while dragging Rýnaki by his pecker. Thank Faer for smooth ground and lack of pebbles or else Rýnaki would have more pronounced afflictions on his back. The whole challenge was a breeze, and his shaft wasn’t flaccid enough yet.

Róstran sat in his original spot next to me. “Card or handcrafted by me?”

“Let’s see what you got,” I answered.

Róstran looked at dad and Hrafnir. “Do one or both of you have the capability of stymieing the urge to knot someone?”

Hrafnir gesticulated at dad with his left thumb. “He’s better at it than I am.”

Dad shrugged. “I don’t mean to brag, but Hrafnir’s correct.”

“What about when mom yanks your tail?” Róstran catechized.

Dad rubbed his chin. “Slightly difficult but still manageable.”

Róstran turned his head to me, and I could tell what he had in mind just by his countenance. “You’ll take three penises simultaneously. Dad will ejaculate into your uterus. Hrafnir and Lárus can decide which other opening to penetrate and cum into. All three will have their tails pulled.”

Bring it on, I thought. I had dad and Hrafnir at my nether region while ensconcing on the latter’s phallus. I was in heaven. Joyful tears streamed down my face as the three bestial versions gang-banged me. Both my mouth and posterior received bruises, and my sinew ached. Both lips drooled. They had no conscience restraining themselves. I was their cocksleeve and was all for it.

I kept my eyes focused on Lárus as he choked me and thrust directly downward onto my face. Traumatic fragments of my past appeared though being surrounded by family kept them at bay for the most part. They stayed away long enough for me to complete my challenge and receive my rewards in the forms of three salty, agglutinative payloads and two knots.

My person to give the challenge to was Hrafnir since Rýnaki still had a gargantuan shaft in his mouth. Everyone went silent when he read the communal card. “Everyone currently playing must form into pairs. In case the number of players is odd, one trio is permissible. Once the groups are established, each duo or trio must perform a sex act for five minutes in front of the judges.” He looked around and settled on Róstran and Rýnaki. “Róstran and Rýnaki can be the judges and sit this one out since they’re conjoined.” Everyone nodded in agreement. “The judges hold their fingers up to give their points. The duo or trio with the lowest score is eliminated.” He ended up with dad, again, and mom selected Lárus, so that left me with Æsignís.

The groups sequestered themselves to form their plan in clandestine. “What should we do?” Æsignís asked me, looking at the toys.

I held one of the strap-ons and showed it to Hrafnir’s mate. “One of us can wear this and do some sort of sex position.”

“Not bad,” Æsignís pointed at Lárus and his mother, “but it looks like your mother has plans with Lárus using a strap-on, so we need to top incestuous pegging if we go down this route.” She sucked in her lips. “Hmm.” I heard her snap her fingers. “Interested in food play?”

“What’s that?” I feigned ignorance, but I was in a turmoil internally of how should I opine, recalling the pornographic books.

“It’s where food becomes part of the sex act. Some people spread an agglutinative, pasty substance over a recipient’s body.” Æsignís grimaced and quavered. “Sometimes, a phallic-shaped comestible enters an orifice.” She procured a couple of girthy sausage links with rotund tips. “Like these sausages as succedanea for dildos, and, no, that’s not a prolixity for penises.”

If there was ever a moment to try a new kink for the first time, it would be with someone I trusted and knew how to do it. “How do we do it?”

She looked at them. “With these, we can sixty-nine while shoving them into our anuses. We’ll let them ‘marinate’ while we continue with the act. Then, we’ll suck them out and eat them at the very end.”

“You’ll lead the way.”

Dad and his oldest son started the first round, and the initial seconds told us the roles would be reversed from the last time they fornicated. They entered the pool, and Hrafnir jumped on him, wrapping his limbs around him. The water turned tumultuous like in the middle of a storm as the perforations commenced. The conjoined adjudicators moved closer for a better view, and so did me, Æsignís, mom, and Lárus. They went underwater while sloppily and fervently osculated.

I dunk my head into the pool to see the rest of the act. I watched the consanguineous actors kiss and massage each other while fornicating, and they pulled each other’s bra and panties. Dad moved the smooches to Hrafnir’s neck and left him a hickey before going lower. His brawny physique had the flexibility to do an astonishing feat, fellating Hrafnir. He got a decent chunk of his progeny’s penis, and Hrafnir held him tightly, looking straight up. I blew bubbles when he deep-throated him, flinching when it appeared he bit him and iota, and Hrafnir howled. They breached the surface, got out of the water, and revealed he currently kept his litter inside Hrafnir’s anus. Rýnaki held six fingers, and Róstran held seven digits, a combined total of thirteen.

Mom and Lárus made the first show look amateurish and insipid, and they set the bar very high. They, too, entered the pool in their atypical underwear, but they swam to a stalagmite. She tied his arms behind it and hopped on it, her muscles and claws supporting her. The water splashed turbulently as she thrust her ass down on his manhood, the open back of her jockstrap making it easy for penetration.

It turned out both tail were yanked surreptitiously underwater before tying Lárus to the acicular rock. She vigorously fulminated her excess power in her recondite reserves and adopted her feral personality. He assumed his bestial side, also. His dominance compelled him to snarl at her contumaciously, but she clamped his jaw shut with her right hand, gnarling right back at him. She wore the metaphorical jockstrap in the current power dynamic between them in addition to the literal undergarment. They ended up like dad and Hrafnir right at the end of their allotted time, so they stayed in the pool while he injected cream into her, and they earned a perfect twenty points.

I questioned if my plan with Æsignís would be adequate for us to advance or not, but we went for it. We stayed on dry ground, and I got on top of her. I took my meaty, greasy victual and rammed it in her anus, leaving just enough out for retrieval at the end. The naturally oleaginous liquid from the fat made it easy to insert both in her and me. The meat was hotter than the ambient body heat from a penis. I clenched my ass and observed the pabulum briefly disappear in her ring, and we left them where they were for the finale.

I coated my tastebuds in sweet ambrosia trapped in her jockstrap, quivering from her tongue on my covered muliebrity. I perceived the grease travel down my perineum to my manly underwear, and the source on my side commixed its sapor with her essence. I stretched the pouch and buried my muzzle into her cunt. She squirted and reciprocated, and I rewarded her equitably. When it got near the end, I licked the savory flavor around her anus, and did the same. We pulled the sausages out with our cuspids coevally and masticated. The delectable meatiness was at the forefront, but her earthy, gamey taste was almost as puissant. The kink isn’t a major turn-on for me, and Rýnaki came to the rescue with eight points when Róstran delivered six, marking the end for Hrafnir and dad.

Róstran was able to liberate from Rýnaki by the time Æsignís was about to commence her task. Everyone currently in the game was still when it became his turn again. “I’ll pick the card even though it’s ecumenical.” We were silent as Róstran picked his card. “To all current players, find the individual with the largest penis and have everyone else try to take all of it via anal. Discard and reselect if not viable.” He looked around the room superfluously, becoming timorous. “I guess I have the hugest penis.”

“You’re sure you’re up for the task?” Dad inquired with concern.

“Yeah if no one is fast and aggressive.”

Rýnaki pointed at Róstran’s crotch. “With a penis like that, you won’t have to fret about that. That’s Faer’s cock if I ever seen one. We be going slower than molasses in a severe blizzard just to even have a remote chance at taking it on. This will end the game easily.”

Rýnaki’s prediction became reality. People dropped like flies. Rýnaki and Lárus surrendered the millisecond they felt pressure at their taints. Æsignís solidly took half of it before bowing out. It was my turn, and my experience proved fruitful. I went farther than anyone thus far. I timed my breaths to safely accumulate section by section. Total victory was guaranteed had I not caught mom in my view. I settled for eighty percent. Mom went for the jugular and tackled one hundred percent of it, inadvertently taking his excessive cum and knot as her prize. She surrendered after selecting a card that involved food play, making Róstran as the victor, and they waited for his knot to shrink.

“Looks like the game is over, so listen up,” Dad uttered. “My wife is correct. This is an especial occasion, and I reserved this spot exclusively for us for a couple of days for absolute privacy. So, go ahead and experiment with some of the Forbidden Five. However,” he pointed at the virgins, “you four will preserve your chastities. No excuses. Oral and anal knotting are permissible, and Hrafnir and I can control our urge to knot, so the females are fine if they want vaginal creampies from us. The strap-ons and dildos are fine, too. I also need not remind everyone that we will not speak of this to anyone outside this chamber, and this does not create an open door between each other. We will act normally around each other once this moment is over, and don’t expect another opportunity like this anytime soon if at all. Understand?” We nodded. “Now, go and have fun within established boundaries. I’ll surreptitiously procure us some different aphrodisiacs, extra beverages, and anything else that may become necessary for us.”