
Chapter 60: Fit For an Alpha

Everyone took to dad’s sanction for trying out some of the taboo without any qualms and exuviated any stitch on them. Hrafnir convoked his brothers around him, and they formed a line with Rýnaki as the lucky Fenri in the middle. Mom and Æsignís wore strap-ons and perforated Ingileif’s anus and vagina, respectively. As much as I wanted to flaunt my love for Lárus and proclaim him as my mate, I kept it a secret, and Lárus nodded, our bond coming through, again. I didn’t want to exhaust all of our plans for Róstran, so that left dad as my partner unless I opted for masturbation.

Dad returned with what he promised earlier. He checked the fire after dropping off the supplies. He scanned the pairings, observed Lárus, Róstran, and me unclaimed, and sat down, patting his belly, and I hoped I was included. “Who wants a piece of daddy, right now? I’m open with a vacancy of three.”

I sat on dad’s lap, letting my nether lips grip the veins on his penis while kissing him. “I’ve been a good girl, daddy.”

Dad groaned, and his erection got harder. “Do you believe you’ve been good enough for daddy’s cock?”

“Indeed, daddy. I’ve been so good that I should get your special cream.” I parted my vagina in front of dad, the nectarous strands formed on my labia and fingers. “In here, daddy. Just like how you treat mommy.”

Dad chuckled a bit.“Well, I wouldn’t go as far as that, but I’ll give you the next best, since you’re daddy’s favorite girl.”

I giddily clapped my hands. “Oh, goodie!”

I was decumbent, and my agog tail wagged while I presented my apertures to dad, conjecturing my anus was his intended target. It wasn’t, making me jocund. His pecker intercalated in my vulva and slid across with zero perforations, the fleshy spear sending me rhapsodic ecstasy through my clitoris with the bulging veins giving me puissant bursts. I beamed at him and shut my eyes as my cunt expanded. Mom’s portion in my diary was correct. His heat, girth, length, and every idiosyncrasies remaining of his penis was amazing as he waited for me to acclimate to it. Róstran’s dick was more sublime by an unfathomable, ineffable amount.

“Doing alright, Kaera?” Dad inquired, his arms coddling protectively around my physique. “How is it?”

“Spectacular, daddy” I answered, my concupiscent increasing every second I was the sheath for dad’s penis.

Dad remained still aside from turning his head towards Lárus and Róstran, slowly swishing his tail. “Daddy’s ready for you two.”

They grimaced at each other before looking at dad. “Don’t christen yourself as that cognomen to us, please,” Róstran spoke.

“I’m deeply regretful, and I promise to not give myself that patronymic sobriquet to you two ever again. However,” dad stretched his fundament, “I am sincere about propounding my body to you.” He stretched his ass some more. An iota of his cock pulled out, and he turned specifically at Róstran. “Interested in dominating me, Alpha?”

“Sure,” Róstran stammered taciturnly, yet I presupposed he either jumped jubilantly or spontaneously combusted internally.

“Now this I gotta see,” mom spoke. I realized she, Ingileif, and Æsignís watched us, and so did the stepbrothers. All but one phallus was in an orifice.

Róstran timidly got behind dad after applying oleaginous liquid on his cock. Both tails wagged though I saw disquietude on dad’s physiognomy. I exploited every trick to calm him. I pulled him closer for a passionate vinculum of the lips, and my vagina clenched on his pecker. My fingers did the best they could at loosening the tension in his sinew and got tangled in his fur. His tongue took away my work, leaving me with the only option of savoring every fervor oozing from his mouth. I looked up and furtively alerted Róstran that he was distracted.

Dad shuddered as his anus capitulated to a part of Róstran’s tip. I took control from him, osculating him and grinding my hips with every ardor my pores I could extravasate. He groaned into my mouth as the whole glans went inside. Lárus had the best spot in the room, directly behind his ass, staring at the penetration— lucky son of a bitch. The enlarged eyes said it all.
“Just like how you and I did before,” mom enunciated, flopping her ersatz dick, which happened to be equine and the largest phallus among the toys.

Dad ended the kiss and looked at her while gesturing to Róstran abaft. “Everyone’s a virgin taking that on.”

Mom moved closer, her exposed taint through the jockstrap-like opening of her strap-on hung above my head. She cosseted his head. “Take your time, and don’t hesitate to say you’re at your limit early.” She looked me and then at Lárus. “Do everything you can to make your father’s muscle slack. He’s gonna need it.”

I put my body to use, lightly scratching dad’s chest and gripping his penis with my twat. Mom rubbed his back and found every sweet on him while her breasts gave his mouth entertainment. My twin brother didn’t vacillate and grabbed dad’s testes, rolling them in his hands. She told Róstran to slide slowly further within him once he relaxed.

“Fucking Faer,” dad vociferated. His voice sounded like Róstran’s penis forcefully expelled his air. The more Róstran entered, the more forceful his exhalation.

I noticed Róstran was in paradise. Mom’s stern expression kept him solicitous about dad’s well-being. Lárus had the impeccable angle for the slow act, looking stupefied while messing with dad’s balls. I tried getting the best view possible from where I was pinned, adding the thrill of witnessing small tops and big bottoms, my favorite of role reversals, to my satisfaction, and my pussy saturated dad’s pecker. He went at a snail’s pace, savoring the tight warmth. His tongue lazily dangled from his mouth.

Dad yelped painfully, and Róstran moaned blissfully. Mom caught on immediately. “Hold up, Róstran,” she commanded. “Give him time.” She looked concerned at her husband. “You think you can handle more?”

“I know I can,” dad answered, taking the effort to speak through the affliction. “Just give me a moment. Róstran’s fucking huge.”

“And there’s plenty more of him,” Lárus articulated in awe.”

“Faer definitely blessed him with his penis,” dad huffed. The tension remained in his muscles for a while. One exhalation marked the turning point in the agony. His sinew relaxed, and his tail wagged again. He looked back at Róstran. “I’m ready.”

Róstran pushed forward, and I felt the bulge form on dad’s paunch. I guesstimated where his progress by observing how far he moved when dad heralded his limit. Mom and Lárus closely inspected the perforation, and Lárus was just as stunned as ever.

“Nicely done, Bráksy,” mom uttered, touching Róstran’s shaft to measure the remainder. “You’re about halfway to the knot.”

“Which means that I can tackle any penis in Canir right now if Faer alters his ukase,” dad chuckled. I internalized my jubilance, knowing I was among the elite few who could tackle any dick in existence, Æsignís was more expressive of her status.

“Now, you know how far you can go, Róstran. Have at him.”

Róstran’s abecedarian nature and eagerness quickly thwarted him when he was able to thrust again. There was a painful yelp and an interregnum. It took him a bit in finding a rhythm that was homologous in giving him euphoria while gingerly treating dad. His tail was at full speed. Dad, eventually, resumed moving in and out of my vagina. My nether lips gripped dad’s cock though it was instinctual instead of intentional. I focused more on the sensual waves fusillading my body, and Lárus easily convinced dad to fellate him.

Dad never wavered in his commitment to my safety and enjoyment, shielding me from tormentors and malefic entities while tenderizing my vagina and uterus with his beastly shaft. There was power in his thrusts and arms. I bethought about my consanguineous, future mate and the time his penis went inside my muliebrity. Lárus had that protective instinct in this moment, watching him for a moiety of a hint he wanted to harm me. I assuaged Lárus’s solicitousness and other negative emotions by engulfing his testicles in my mouth.

I was bombarded by my own rapture that I would’ve forgotten about Róstran had it not been for mom enunciating, “Way to go, Róstran. Give your father a huge dicking and accroach him as the true Alpha of the pack!” Róstran took the panegyric to heart and increased his force to the upper limits of safely tenderizing dad’s anus.

Dad was stunned, unable to move aside from flexing his boner. It wasn’t from being in pain. It was primarily pleasure. I felt his dick pulsate in my pussy, sending rapturous waves up my spine without any input from his hips. His prostate received the most attention ever in its existence. I wasn’t acquainted with his capability of ejaculating hands-free, but Róstran’s girthy monster could bring any male down and make them cum without any stimulation on their penis. The palpitations grew in intensity. The demonstration of his skill maybe shot, but he kept his commitment of not knotting my cunt.

“Fucking Faer!” Dad vociferated, his fingers digging into the ground and scraping diminutive pebbles. “I haven’t felt this in my entire life! Get ready for my pups!”

“Knock me up, daddy!” I shouted. My vagina clenched him with anticipation.

I sensed dad’s dick paint my womb white with seed. His knot remained outside, so my snatch eructed cum like a fissure shooting chunky lava. It evenly ejected as well as filled me until he pulled out and aimed his shaft at my belly, the rest of his sperm landing there. My twin sibling’s semen rained on my head and snout. I observed Róstran deeply savoring the moment of cumming inside dad’s rectum. The orgasmic euphoria was all over the birthday runt’s body though it wouldn’t surprise me at all if Róstran also equally relished having gay, anal sex and filling him with multiple litters. The main cynosure was just around the corner.

All three bulbous portions didn’t complete their primary function. The result was the penises sliding out of whichever entrance they went in while sperm flew out of the urethras, primarily landing on me. Dad was the first, followed by Lárus. Róstran was the last to pull out, but his gonads were nowhere near the descending side of the tall hillock.He plastered dad hard until dad vacated. Then, I was in the thick, agglutinative shower. Every virile stream drenched me with him being nonpareil in salty emissions. I sat up and behaved I was in a shower in a bathroom, scrubbing the sticky spunk into my fur. My pilose body was as white as fresh snow landing on the ground thanks to the trio of males. Long, viscid strands hung off my frame but didn’t fall to the floor as I paraded the results to everyone for a few minutes. An actual bath was in order, which was what I did in the pool.

The time flew by way too quickly for my taste as everyone openly indulged on some of the Forbidden Five in some capacity. I wanted to spend more time fornicating with my parents, copulating with my gender, and observing other people engaged in consanguineous, often homosexual, sex. I had a thrill fucking mostly everyone in the family in the open with temerarious abandonment. Lárus and Róstran were untouched to maintain our secrecy, and I didn’t want to squander my plans for tonight. Thank Faer we were allowed to consume Fenri’s Heat, a super aphrodisiac, and other comestibles that increased our libidos along with supper.

I was enervated from the familial orgy and collapsed on the bed when Lárus, me, and Róstran entered my room. They imploded on it with me despite us imbibing the aphrodisiac on crack earlier, and Lárus rubbed my vulva. “You should touch Róstran instead.”

“I’m already multitasking,” Lárus responded, swirling a finger just an iota inside my nether lips. I turned and saw him holding Róstran’s sheath. doing light compressions.

“Oh Faer,” Róstran drawled out exhaustedly.

“You sound lethargic,” I spoke, feeling the saturnalia’s crash.

“You’re damn right about that. This is the best day I’ve had in my life, and I’m quite appeased with how it turned out.”

“Better get your energy up,” I enunciated while contorting my body to sit on the side of the bed. “Lárus and I have another fusillade of lagniappes for you right now.”

Róstran became one with the furniture. “Appreciate it, but it’s superfluous, given what honorarium I received and the bacchanal’s experience.”

I vacated the bed, located the one gift that would garner the most reaction from Róstran, and shook it while staring at him. “Then, I presuppose I’ll have to return this book on Champions of Noß. A damn shame; I was looking forwards to your predisposition to incessantly analyze and divulge its contents.”

Róstran shot up, appearing he had an instant blast of puissant coffee. “Let’s not make any extemporaneous decisions now. I actually still possess a multitudinous amount of reserves at full capacity.”

“Splendiferous. Lárus and I spent months planning for this.”

“And I mean months,” Lárus added, walking to where the gifts were.

Róstran quickly snatched his present out of my hands and unwrapped it. He giddily laughed as he revealed on the books and began to read. His expression showed awe. I heard him utter his shock upon discovery or vindication of his assertions. He was quick but scrupulous with scrutinizing its contents. If there was a intricate web in his head and/or actual room, then it definitely reorganized and grew. Lárus handed him the second novel and a decent handful of card packs. He exhausted all of the latter without savoring much of the process and immediately indulged his fastidious side with organizing them in his collection. 

“Ok, Róstran,” I uttered while retrieving his next set of presents, flaunting the bags in front of him. “Please spend your time relishing these instead of immediately ingurgitating them like you did with your hobby.”

“Róstran looked up from his collection. “Believe me, I’ll savor these cards and books for months.” He pointed at the containers. “What’s inside those?”

I reached in and pulled out the first matching set of bra and panties, hearing the tail excitedly move. “Just some underwear for when you are in the mood to be effeminate.”

Róstran appeared agog. Then, his eyes widened as I pulled a nearly-endless line of undergarments and lingeries. “That’s a cornucopia if I ever seen one. Is all of that for me?”

“At least half,” I answered, staring at my reflection while holding a set to my physique. “I like to model, so we can do it together right now. Maybe Lárus will join in later.”

Róstran beseeched Lárus with his puppy eyes. “Please?”

Lárus nonchalantly shrugged. “Why not? It’s still your special day, I already wore girly underwear today, and it’s a way for a Fenri to show how much it appreciates someone.” He walked up to the pile just as Róstran did, and they both scoured the opulence. I saw his reflection pick up and showed the jockstrap to me. “Save me some of these, will you?”

“I will,” I answered as I attached a purple, silky bra.

Lárus easily slipped into a lacy, crimson panty but encountered trouble putting on the matching bra. I assisted him and untwisted the straps, caressing his chest. Róstran had no problems, and we looked at the reflections. My nether region was naked though I primarily focused on admiring their bodies. The underwear complimented Lárus’s sinew. I kept glancing at his glutes and getting mesmerized by how well the panties conformed and fit on him. Róstran physically admired him , squeezing his rear, and Lárus reciprocated.

I donned the matching panties on and convoked around Róstran. My fingers traipsed on his well-toned body, sensing the ridges and valleys while going over his abs. I touched his tuberosity and went directly into his epicene undergarments, confirming I made the right choices with his new attires as I sensed the accommodating vacuity for his genitalia. The question remained on how spacious they could be once his penis becomes erect.

I thought about an event that occurred while we and the rest of our pack were safely sequestered from the public, cogitating the spice it would bring for this moment. “Who wants to really make this into an authentic modeling session?”

“Like the one card from the game?” Lárus inquired, inspecting his back.

I nodded. “Yes. Róstran got the pass because he had Rýnaki’s mouth on his penis, so I’m looking forward to any performance from him if he wants to.”

“We also haven’t done any portraits in quite some time, so maybe we can add that to the list,” Lárus offered.

“Yes, to both,” Róstran responded excitedly and meekly.

“Then it’s settled. That should provide us plenty of time for the potion’s effects to recharge.”

I gathered an armful of underwear and went to the nearby bathroom, already sensing my concupiscence reviving itself. “We’ll change in there sequentially so it will be a surprise for the rest of us. I say we’ll stick with the feminine versions first since we’re wearing them right now.”

Lárus obtained his handful and followed me. “Then we’ll model the masculine versions later.”

Róstran snagged the residuum. “And we wear both when posturing for the drawings.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I replied, my voice echoing in the bathroom. The boys entered and dropped their load with mine. We separated the intimate, sultry undergarments between manly and effeminate, and I kept Róstran’s attire and gifts segregated from the rest, indicating his pile to him. “I think birthday boy should peacock first.”

“Alright,” Róstran uttered in his typical diffident tone although his tail showed fanaticism.

“And don’t be timorous about rodomontading your body. It’s your day to be confident.” I vacated the chamber with Lárus and shut the door, and we sat on the bed.

Róstran emerged from the bathroom in his new, effete, lubricious habiliments. He wore orange, silky underwear with frills on the edges and strutted towards the bed. He stopped a few steps from me and Lárus. We beheld his left side, followed by his right. His confidence exuded through the flaunts without hesitations. like I requested. He played with his panties, giving us glimpses of his nether region. We watched him parade his body back to the bathroom with his tail raised up, and he gave us a fugacious view of his scrotum before shutting the door.

The next attire Róstran came out with was close to the identical size as the previous underwear. The color matched the bra and panties he snagged from my clothes and commandeered them. The only difference was it was all lace. I noticed more of his hirsute hillock from the diminutive holes in the pouch the closer he got. Only his red, acicular flesh protruded from it, and the panties got darker from his pre. He held his hands above his head while giving me and Lárus a full view of his body. I glanced at Lárus while he returned to dress in his third set, and Lárus panted and was at full-mast, pitching a prominent tent.

Róstran came out with his third bra and panties, black and transparent, and was acing his cockiness. His movements got the rhythm of a lecherous dance, slow and hypnotic. He pressed his butt close to my face and gyrated it in front of me. I drooled heavily when he exposed his anus, perineum, and backsack, and my vagina driveled too. Lárus got his share of intimacy from him. He ensconced on Lárus’s lap and wiggled his hips, staring intently at Lárus. His expressions got more alluring, and Lárus’s penis was jubilant, too. Lárus barely caresses his hips before he retreated for another dyad.

I saw Róstran’s next epicene pair, bright pink with bantam petals on the edges. The exiguity was real and present on his bulge. The very tip of his penis poked out. He was totally immersed in parading how much of a stud he was and giving us the best eye-candies. Lárus got his share of the lap-dance first, followed by me. Mine was the longest and most special so far. He took my right hand and moved it to his tumescence, grinning as I fondled him. I felt more of his penis protrude from the panties, and my metacarpus got wet with precum.

My selection of bras and panties for Róstran was immaculate, and he was adroit in maximizing their allure. The lacy, red, effeminate jockstrap from Brýngerður’s line had a spacious pouch to hold his testicles and erection. He accidentally got a couple of pairs meant for me mixed in with his. The two thongs were too exiguous to hold his package. His personal favorite became conspicuous when he wore the following set, black, lacy-trimmed undergarments. The coverage and tightness were just right, showing enough of his butt cheeks and being snug, respectively. The real treat was the opening exposed his anus and endowment, which the latter was cajoling for release.

I went through the list of underwear meant for Róstran and established a mensuration of where could be in the order when I heard heard him call from the bathroom “I’m politely requisitioning your efficacious touches, Kaera.”

Yep. My guesstimate was veracious. “Coming,” I responded, vacating the bed. I entered the bathroom and saw Róstran get tangled up in the lingerie. “I thought you were at the stage,” I chuckled.

The more Róstran worked with the lingerie, the more in tangles around him. “Why are these intricacies enigmas to me?” Why bother with elaborateness?”

“Because they’re more than simple bra and panties and meant to be way sexier, too. They’re yours for when you want to spice the night and appear extra sultry to your partner.” I walked over to Róstran, helped him out of the one-piece lingerie, and assisted him with putting it on correctly. “I predict you’ll opine similarly to me once you acclimate to them.” I stepped back once he wore it correctly. “Oh wow.”

“What?” Róstran turned around and beheld his reflection. “Fucking Faer.” His tail wagged. “You think Lárus will relish this?”

“Were you cognizant of his reactions when you strutted in those bras and panties earlier?” I meticulously inspected every stitch in the lingerie to ensure adequate accommodations. “I’m cocksure he’ll combust from his concupiscence once he sees this.”

Róstran ejaculated when I jostled his endowment out through the opening in the lingerie. A couple of pygmy globs landed on my right hand, and the rest pooled on the floor. “Apologies.”

“No need to apologize,” I uttered while licking his sperm off my right hand. “I know you have a proclivity for exhibitionism.”

“Especially when I combine the kink with another one like crossdressing. I’m aware the latter is a way for a Fenri to show deep affection for its mate, but parading and showing off my body like what I’m doing now is titillating the right buttons.”

“And your confidence is hitting our libidos too.”My crotch burned hotter by the second. I led Róstran to the door. “Knock him dead, tiger.”

Róstran did just that, and I swore the horniness inside Lárus turned Lárus to a specter. Lárus remained motionless, allowing him to perform an elongated lap-dance. Their cheeks turned roseate, and they simpered. His hubristic masquerade shattered for several seconds. Both copiously leaked precum while they froze. It was seldom for Lárus to be catatonic during libidinous activities. He resumed wiggling his hips and took control. He took Lárus’s hands, placing them on his chest. His grin took a convivial route as he rub the metacarpi over his svelte physique.

I helped Róstran into the other lingeries from basques and bustiers to teddies. Some came with stockings, garter straps, and garter belt. I watched from the bathroom while he got Lárus all hot and bothered, becoming aroused my with cognate inamorato. The dance became a genuine foreplay. It never went beyond touching, frottage, and hot-dogging, but it teetered on the edge of escalation.

Róstran tilted his head when he got to the final lingerie before transitioning into some masculine jockstraps. He lifted the ebony leather outfit. “This is an eccentric outfit. What proviso is this utilitarian for?”

“For when you’re in a particularly spicy mood to dominate someone,” I answered, beginning to help Róstran put it on.

“Like a barbarian that Fenri are known for?” Róstran inspected the whip.

“More emotion and psychological. Kind of like your alter ego but aggrandized,” I answered, tightening the strings.

“I see.” Róstran held the other accessories as I helped him into a matching set of crotchless, panties, garter straps and belt, stockings, and arm warmers. “And these?”

“Are for the setup.” I took the collar, knelt in front of Róstran, and wrapped it around my neck. “This would mark me as your property if we were serious.”

“And I would be your despot and can order you around?”

I nodded. “Precisely.”

“I don’t know if I can act that way,” Róstran spoke bashfully. “I would just bark ukases like Beta Kórmóksæn during gym.”

“Give it a shot.” I poked myself, indicating to Róstran that I volunteered.

Róstran took a breath. “Here it goes.” He shut his eyes for a few seconds. They metamorphosed into a regnant dyad. “Did you think I hired you just so you can ogle my majestic cock and wish your brother had it too? Get back to work!” He pointed at the huge puddle of his semen. “Clean this mess up!” I already knew what I actually was supposed to do, but he needed a test. I picked up a towel and was about to wipe it when I felt a whip under my chin and pressure on my right digits. “Nuh-uh-uh. All my slaves must clean with their tongues. No exceptions.” He uttered erotically and effeminately. I did as he commanded, getting my tongue coated with his cream. My countenance immediately coated itself with it as he stepped on my head. I was aroused by how well he can playact a sexy, feminine dominatrix despite wielding the largest penis and testicles a Direfenri can possess, Now that I thought of it, the genitals were beyond normal Direfenri standards. Rýnaki was right. They were Faer’s endowment if Faer walked in Illyria, and only Faer can bless his masculine followers  of his choosing with them. I formed a puddle of my ambrosia. A few seconds later, the pressure relented, and I looked up at him, observing his typical expression. “How was it?”

“Indefectible,” I answered, holding his penis against my left cheek. “Minor alterations in your palaver to make it sound more humiliating to your pet, but that’s just me caviling.”

“And that was me summoning my alter ego of my own conation.”

My eyes went from his erection to his physiognomy. “You can do that?”

“Yes, although I prefer not to. However, I may make an exception tonight and give it another shot.”

I became giddy at the impish thoughts of how to do dominations. “Like making me your pet or Lárus if he ever warms up to the idea. Or, better yet, you and I dominate him while wearing the appropriate attire.”

Róstran blushes and becomes flustered. “And you can wear your jockstrap in conjunction with the dominatrix habiliments or just the jockstrap only. Personally, I want to be on the receiving end between you and Lárus.”

I kissed him on the lips, and he deliquesced. “And I swear to Faer that’ll happen to you later tonight. Now, knock my brother dead.”

Róstran easily smashed my request. He made Lárus aphonic and immotile that I thought Lárus was cadaverous. Lárus’s mouth was open and operational, but I strained my ears to perceive the imperceptible vocalizations. He had him lay flat, straddling his belly. I beheld him winking at me as he triggered several of my turn-ons while sliding across his omphalos: crossdressing, differentia in sizes, particularly when the smaller individual is the dominant role, and male-on-male. I indulged another one of my kinks, voyeur, by masturbating. He got more practice in being a dominatrix, shushing him up with a whip when Lárus tried to speak and enforcing the no-touching ukase.

Róstran was an amicable sport by giving his masculine jockstrap a try. It was commodious with his genitalia and fit him just fine. He had the physique to make it work. It also enriched his verve and cockiness when he showed off, and he held his well-defined bulge, presenting it up close, He ended his show with the capstone of spreading his butt cheeks and smirking at me and Lárus while presenting his anus to us.

It was Lárus’s turn, and he began with the bra and panties he currently had on. He didn’t vacillate about flaunting his body of an athletic stud, and they didn’t diminish his characteristic, only augmenting it. They still conformed to his frame and sinew. I was bewitched, and Róstran drooled like a cataract. He savored our reaction, and his vainglorious side grew. He indemnified him with a fugacious lap-dance before going into the bathroom for his next set.

I noticed Róstran pitch a large tent in his jockstrap that his penis was visible while sat on the bed, waiting for Lárus. I silently felicitated him for still giving the underwear a chance, ruminating if he opined antithetically. “How’s the jockstrap?”

Róstran stared at his tent. “It’s better than I prognosticated. It looked splendiferous on my physique when I venerated myself in the mirror.”

“You do have a body for it.”

“But, ultimately, it’s just not meant for me to wear habitually. It doesn’t reticulate well with my personality. Deep down, biddable is ingrained in me,” Róstran tugged the straps, “and this is meant for imperious studs like Lárus and you. Yeah, I do possess that side, but it’s an aberration  whose conception was from execrable circumstances, and I prefer it adumbrated. The only scenario where this underwear would be efficacious is if I’m in a particularly feisty mood with someone I trust like you two. Tonight is that exception, however this will sit in with my raiments and gather dust likely for an aeon. Sorry.”

“At least you were a good sport about it, and I appreciate you for wearing it then and now.”

“I must say I’m totally influenceable to wearing lacy jockstraps, however. Brýngerður is ingenious immixing masculine and effete characteristics into one amalgamation and get the ratios correct.”

“I concur.” My eyes darted to the bathroom door once I heard it creek open, providing me an easy path to eschew recrudescing old wounds. “Get ready, Róstran.”

Lárus wore blue, satin bra and panties for the round. I blinked and rubbed my eyes because the bra deceived me into hallucinating he grew breasts. His sheath stayed in the panties, but his testicles visibly hung outside. I noticed the divergence in his performance compared to Róstran’s show. He emphasized his muscles with every movement and pose. His body did the gasconade, and he didn’t have the need to conspicuously express his sexiness on his face.

It was my turn to be the recipient of the lap-dance, and Lárus faced me while ensconcing on my inguinal region. I felt his hips gyrate, imagining myself getting riled up if I had a penis. His amiable gaze never broke from my visage as he  gave me a peak of his cleavage, and I had his imprimatur to touch his pecs. I touched them multitudinously before, yet they purloin my breath each time I go for them. This instance had the oomph of his bra accentuating his “muliebrity.”

Normally, this was where Lárus would leave to change into his next salacious uniform, but he stayed extra longer for Róstran. The show had Róstran on his belly. He had direct access to the runt’s asshole thanks to the jockstrap’s design. His bulge intercalated the anal fissure, and he hot-dogged him. I watched Róstran struggle to not implode and have him penetrate his anus. He kept Róstran at bay, but the grinding gambled by poking the owlbear.

Lárus decided he pushed his luck more than enough and went into the bathroom for the following show. No top accompanied him, but his nether region wore something unique, Brýngerður’s latest brainchild. It was a lacy, girly jockstrap as usual, but it had a slit built it for his genitals to fit through. There was plenty of pouch present, so it wasn’t entirely lacy straps. Róstran cajoled by blatantly panting and sticking his tongue out. He hot-dogged him, again, and pressed Róstran’s nether cheeks on his maleness. He instantly ejaculated and painted Róstran’s back, fundament, and anus, slowly cleaning up his mess with his mouth.

I got a face full of Lárus’s creamy, musky genitalia once he was done with Róstran. I licked his jizz that clung to his penis, accumulating a mouthful of batter. His ass was in my countenance, and it was my time to see him flaunt his anus. My mammillae had his shaft in between them, and he didn’t disappoint with the panoply of his body, turning his head and flashing me a side grin while showing off.

I assisted Lárus with his intricate lingerie after he finished the rest of his panties and bras. The bustier accentuated his chest and gave him more of the appearance of possessing breasts than any underwear he wore thus far. He went with the option of putting on panties in addition to the arm warmers, stockings, and garter straps and belt. It was Róstran turn to turn extra red and freeze when he stepped out of the bathroom, I watched from afar since Róstran should have more of the attention and my loins got hotter.

Lárus took matters into his own hands when Róstran was comatose from the awestruck, sitting on the birthday boy’s belly. He utilized his “breasts” to his advantage, placing Róstran’s hands on them. Róstran remained stupefied, so he dragooned the metacarpi to move.

“What’s the matter, birthday boy?,” Lárus sensually spoke. “You think I’m too much of a stud to make girly underwear work?”

Róstran snapped back to some of his consciousness “Work? They’re more efficacious than simply work. They ennoble your masculinity. I’m jaundiced how perfect your physique is as well as the other males.”

“If jealousy is what you feel, then it should be reversed.” Lárus migrated the touches to his prick. “Mom was correct. You’re the stud among studs. Your penis has the widest array of bitches to select from once they find out.”

“But you have more qualities than a large penis even if mine is Faer’s phallus.” Róstran got more handsy with Lárus. “I’m not that jealous. I should’ve articulated how stunned I am from beholding you in lingerie, bras, and panties in addition to traditional masculine habiliments.”

Lárus chuckled and reached inside Róstran’s underwear. “Did you already forget how petrified you made me when you wore sexy underwear and lingerie? I swore you were a sex goddess from other religions because you were that damn hot.”

“He’s right, Róstran,” I shouted from the bathroom. “You also have other qualities to make you a coveted mate for people, too.

Lárus glanced me briefly before staring at Róstran, again, tugging his jockstrap. “And you can wear manly attires just as perfectly as me, Hrafnir, dad, or any other male in Canir. She’s also correct about you possessing qualities outside your massive dick.” He got off Róstran and the bed, and I left when he entered the bathroom.

Lárus gave me a surprise when he emerged, and my eyes enlarged. I pointed at him. “You’re wearing that, again?”

My twin brother inspected the dark blue, crotchless underwear on himself phlegmatically. “Why not? I’m saving the other attire for later tonight, and I’m enjoying this much better than I thought. I love the design and how comfortable they are, especially how crotchless and backless the panty is. I won’t wear these or other feminine underwear as frequently as Róstran though I can see myself wearing for when I’m in the mood for spice or for special moments like tonight.”

“You have no complaints from me.”

Róstran formed an ‘O’ with his left hand. “Zilch qualms from me, also.” He resumed huffing at my sibling’s genitals that were framed in the dark blue silk.

“Looks like I’m up,” I uttered, shrugging.

I started with the underwear I currently wore. I had more of a natural advantage with my body. The brothers panted heavily and slowly jacked each other off even though we went all the way multitudinous times. Their inclination for the female body heavily skewed in my favor. A simple exposure of my boobs, vulva, rump, or hips was all it took to melt them. I had them beseeching after I lightly and languorously slid a finger up their underwear and directly along their exposed penises before I went to change my attire.

I realized I overdid the shopping once I scoured the pile. My proclivity for fashion struck again. I couldn’t help it. I relished trying out new clothes, especially underwear, and I took more of a liking to jockstraps. Plus, I had to shop for my brothers. So, I had a mountain to satiate myself once I got past my dilemma. I exuviated my old pair and stared at my naked physique, sighing at the slight imperfection on my breasts. Lárus gave me new appreciation for them though I seldom wish they were symmetrical. Rather than getting caught up in how I would shape my frame to increase my allurement and waste my siblings time, I donned red, lace-trimmed bra and panties, preparing to put on a show. One peek out the opening left me in my tracks.

I beheld Róstran on top of Lárus, and they were smooching and caressing each other. The gap in the jockstrap gave me an unobstructed view of Róstran’s anus… and Lárus’s fingers entering it. Róstran lifted his tail, tilted his head up, and moaned, which Lárus immediately silenced with another kiss. Lárus found Róstran’s prostate and stimulated it. Róstran melted and wiggled his rump. The fingers stretched the ring around. I heard Róstran call out my lover’s autonym. A jolt sent me back to reality, and I became cognizant of my voyeurism and masturbation. My brothers cried out their orgasms and began cumming. I saw cum pool on both sides of Lárus. Then, my jaw dropped. Lárus opened Róstran’s sphincter wide, depositing several gobs of semen inside and spreading it around before having Róstran position over his mouth and authorizing to drip into his mouth.

I stepped out of the bathroom. “I guess this is what happens when I leave two studs who need to breed alone for a couple of minutes.”

Both males. gasped and paused, and more jizz flowed out but landed on Lárus’s head and snout. “Fucking Faer, Kaera! You could’ve tried warning us a different way,” Lárus uttered.

I giggled at the near heart-attack I gave them. “And stop the show prematurely?”

“You watched us the entire time?! You should’ve done it sooner so we didn’t have to waste your time.” Lárus sniffed. “And your arousal is strong like you’re in heat.”

“It’s as puissant as letting your estrus go for months without insemination,” Róstran spoke, still dripping sperm from his anus on top of Lárus.

True, I was titillated beyond belief from the show, and my panties adhered to my vulva,  but I lackadaisically shrugged. “You two were into it like those males in the porn books, and I didn’t want to ruin the mood and the show. Don’t worry about my arousal. It’ll take care of itself soon.” I plopped onto Lárus’s genitalia, licked the cum off his snout and head, and lapped away the remaining spunk from Róstran’s taint before starting my performance.

I mainly stuck to lap-dances because I was already near my brothers. Lárus played with my bosoms. They jostled out of my bra into his hands. I sensed his penis prod against my pucker and leak precum. It wormed its way into my panties and protrude out the top, finding home in my anal crevice. He licked and suckled my slightly larger breast while Róstran encapsulated the other teat in his mouth. Róstran slide infixed himself between us, and I perceived the ginormous prick enter my undergarments and poke out through the other side. The routine escalated beyond a sultry dance, and I was all for it.

My nether region was wet from feminine and masculine arousal. Lárus and Róstran pulled my erect nipples with their teeth like they were my newborn whelps. I held both of them in my mouth. Lárus growled and ejaculated all over my back. Forget the dance, I thought. I needed an orgasm to assuage me. My groin burned. I slid along Róstran’s girth, letting the bulging veins stimulate my clitoris. I sensed the wall I hadn’t felt since Lárus helped me when I matured enough to start my estrus. I forbade it from thwarting this moment.

“My clit! Someone touch my clit, please!” I impetrated.

Róstran came to my aid. He removed his penis from my panties, swapping to his fingers. My folds gripped them upon entry. I squirmed as he vigorously scratched my moist grotto before he worked on my request. I tensed up from the jolt originating at my clitoris. He pinched and twisted it, and I flooded my brothers with nectar.. The climax bought me more time to go back and finish the rest of my show.

The following underwear was the most exiguous pair in my collection, just as skimpy as mom’s bra and g-string that I saw earlier today at the pool. I intended to use the erotic properties for a future date when my spicy side wanted out. I had four undergarments for such an occasion, my current pair and three yet to be tried. The bra only covered my nipples while I had quite the natural pussy-floss from my panties. My brothers ate up the routine I had for them, which was simpler than my first round. I mainly swung my boobs and pulled my g-string tighter to where my clit remained sufficiently covered, giving them glimpses of my back.

The dance was the same when I tried another undergarment that was just as revealing. This time, the blue bra and panties with bows on them were open, revealing my breasts, anus, and vagina, another one out of four to tantalize my lover. He and Róstran engorged their eyes on my appearance.I relegated them to only using their hands on me when I moved closer to them although I rewarded them with inhaling my nether orifices.

The remaining bras and panties were nothing special. They were sexy and comfortable, and I adored how I appeared in them. However, they lacked the wow factor the skimpy underwear had. They were for more casual moments if I didn’t want to be naked at the time. The lacy, epicene version of a jockstrap had a leg up on them for its uniqueness. Lárus and Róstran extolled every single one of them, and I was able to flex my sexiness to my brothers with no problem.

I tried out my first lingerie, an icy-blue teddy that exposed my vulva, mammillae, belly, and most of my back. The design proved tricky even for me to put it on, but, Faer, did I appear so ravishing, indubitably earning its status of being for especial moments I would fuck myself if I was a facsimile with a penis instead of a vagina. The boys, no doubt, wanted to ravage me the second I came out of the bathroom. They were handsy… too handsy. My underwear was in jeopardy, so I intercalated distance between myself and them. That was close. They were disappointed when I wasn’t getting any closer to them while finishing the routine.

I broke the rule by going with the masculine undergarments while having my last effeminate raiment in reserve. The jockstraps all meshed well with my body that I had a bitch of a time in deciding which to go with first. What began as a dare morphed into an intimate habiliment I didn’t mind wearing for any occasion and certainly a variation of what I would wear if dominance overshadow my personality. Any bra was superfluous. Being topless was the way to go. I gave my brothers plenty of shots of my frame, easily including my taint and a smidgen of my pussy. They enjoyed every pair I wore and had nearly as difficult of decision as mine in narrowing down their favorites, having a slight predilection for the jockstraps with words on the waistband.

I finally arrived at my favorite underwear in my collection and was giddy while holding it in front of the mirror. My personality change as quickly as my outside appearance, and I looked at my reflection. I evolved into a dominatrix. The lingerie, collar, gloves, stockings, and garter were leather and black, and the set came with a whip and heels. The corset had strings in a criss-cross and metal studs. There was ample space around nether region for panties or a jockstrap to fit, and my breasts were free, too. It the was the grand finale— might as well put the grand in it and see what they prefer the most. I added a jockstrap to my crotch and a panty large enough to it, donning the complementary bra after and the heels.

Lárus and Róstran had the most blatant stupefaction on their entire bodies when I emerged. I described them as beholding Faer’s corporeal form if it was in the shape of a fertility goddess, and I certainly felt I was one from looking at the mirror. I stepped out of the bathroom, the heels clacking on the stone floor. My skill with the stilettos proved to them I was an abecedarian, and the grooves, cracks, and dents in the stone didn’t help break me out of my neophyte mold. Wearing them for the first time for the show was a mistake, so I ditched the footwear hopefully in an erotic manner to tantalize the boys.

I let my dominance take over my body while performing in front of the males. I shut their mouths with my whip, grinning sultrily as I did so. They did nothing but playacting their souls’ departures. I manipulated their arms to touch me without fretting about them sundering my attire. I exuviated my bra, dangled it in front of Lárus, and plopped it on his head. Parts of it cover his right eye. The same process happened for Róstran although the birthday boy had the luxury of stripping the panties off of me even if I did all the work of manipulating his metacarpi. I hung the panties over Róstran’s snout and moved back to reveal the jockstrap I obfuscated. Their muzzles hung open, again. I took the liberty in granting myself extra minutes since I was the final act, I was at the tail-end of my performance, and they were too enthralled to notice the time.

I ambulated to my siblings once more, but with a different plan. They were recumbent after I guided them. Then I stepped on my lover’s genitals, added sufficient pressure to his testicles and sheath, and rubbed the package with my foot. He reacted by twitching and writhing his body but made no sound. I beheld no signs of legitimate pain, so I continued and coaxed his precum to imbue into his fur and crotchless panties.

Róstran behaved similarly when I stepped on his bulge. I increased the pressure even more, testing how receptive he was to receiving pain and being dominated. I extrapolated the result from the minor experiment, concluding he was genuine about enjoying this side of sex and was agog for what Lárus and I had in store for him later. He saturated his jockstrap like his bladder couldn’t hold urine any longer. At least it was pre instead of piss. I kept up the pressure and sneered with stripping my jockstrap off. My droplets of nectar that leaked through turned into longer strands that fell to his crotch as I left the potent ball of my arousal on his snout.

I clapped my hands to shock them to reality. “It’s over!”

They quickly shook their heads. “What?” Lárus spoke. “Oh the show is over. Sorry. I was in disbelief how breathtaking your were, and are, in that outfit.” He handed the bra to me.

“You were Ricagabemdis, the Certh’s sex goddess, in the flesh,” Róstran uttered, still acting like I was her.

I took my bra from Lárus. “I’ll take that as a high panegyric from you, Róstran.”

Róstran realized he had my underwear on his nose and took them off. “You actually wore this?” He catechized, emphasizing my jockstrap.

“Yes.”

Róstran tossed the manly undergarment to me. “Put it back on, please. I didn’t fully admire your whole form because your partial version gave me typhlosis. Forgive me.”

I chuckled at Róstran’s idiosyncratic way of flattering me after catching the underwear. “Since it’s your birthday, I’ll indulge you.” I would’ve done it regardless, and Róstran gestured triumphantly.

“Wow,” Lárus uttered in awe once I added my jockstrap to my dominatrix attire. “Now that I’m more aware now, I’m still blown away by how you look Kaera.”

“Indubitably, Lárus,” Róstran replied, appearing halfway inside another catatonic state. “The masculine dominance the jockstrap naturally exudes commixes impeccably with the dominatrix outfit’s paramountcy.”

I posed a couple more times. “Thanks, you two.”

“You should stay like that for the drawing,” Lárus said. He went for the art supplies.

“Hadn’t thought that far, but I’ll do it.”

Lárus sat the easel down. “If you want to speed this up and have sex quicker, I can draw you and Róstran together like we did for the art project.” His eyes lit up. “I just thought of something so amazing.” He emphatically indicated Róstran with both hands. “You should totally wear your dominatrix outfit, too, Róstran— have two sexy Direfenri dress in those sexy outfits, and one sporting the largest penis of all time.” His boner emerged again. “I can see the image perfectly.”

I indicated Róstran with my left hand. “I’m down if birthday boy’s all in for it”

“My interest is piqued, so I’ll satiate it.” Róstran went to retrieve his attire.

Lárus’s erection got to the point where he acknowledged it when Róstran stood next to me with his lacy jockstrap and leather lingerie. “I’ll try to ignore my boner better while drawing you two. Oh boy.”

Róstran was erect and stretched his undergarment with his phallus. I touched his penis and slightly moved my underwear’s pouch aside to expose my cunt. We held our position for Lárus. I felt his heat, puissant pulsations, and virile lubricant while emanating my wild personality to Lárus, wondering what amount of sexy cockiness he conveyed to him He was titillated. I sensed it. He struggled with his ataraxia thanks to one of his kinks. Faer answered my supplication of not inflaming Lárus’s quiescent irascibility by either upping his subtlety or aggrandizing Lárus’s aloofness.

Lárus finished the painting, and we moved closer for a look. I beheld two predatory Direfenri ready to salaciously devour and ruin some poor soul’s corporeal form. Róstran successfully summoned and kept his alter ego. I prognosticated I was ready the next step in the plan, but seeing his expression made me do more improvements to my fortitude. He meant it that tonight was an exception, perhaps the only eccentricity for infinitude of time, and his alter ego would only magnify his penis’s nocent capabilities.

Lárus traded places with us and found a pose for Róstran to draw him. His position and expression equally tantalized me and Róstran. It was the facial expression that sold it to me. The way he stared at us with a toothy grin while holding his prick dared me to see if I could subjugate him and take his pecker. He was an Alpha and willing to demonstrate it despite wearing his bra and crotchless panties. The self-assurance made Róstran aroused and stymied the process on the art. Róstran adjusted the lacy jockstrap’s pouch but only made the bulge worse until his penis liberated itself.

I noticed Lárus messing with Róstran. The subtle movements were calculated to maximize Róstran’s botheration without ruining the whole drawing. I presumed he was exclusively more lecherous towards him because of the birthday joviality, but he behaved more homosexually than a simple exception. The art was impeccable in spite of the distractions. Róstran had no blunders and exquisitely capture him in the drawing. It was like Róstran cloned him. He and I were impressed.

Róstran tried to mollify his erection, so Lárus lifted him over his shoulder and took him to the bed. “Allow us, Róstran,” Lárus uttered. The next phase began.