Chapter 41: Offering a Shoulder

(Norweth 17th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

The stars must’ve aligned on this day, giving my connate brother and I an impromptu opportunity to do what we did to Róstran. The school wasn’t in session, and the household focused on important matters such as the upcoming trial against Gellir. Dad was so engrossed with the imminent tribunal that his challenge and effeminate jockstrap hardly registered in his mind. Mom and the handful of assistants were occupied with the pups’ disease the Fenri dubbed “The Right of Passage,” currently over at Tandri’s business for an expert opinion.

Lárus and I lounged and did light activities during the morning. We mainly scanned furtively at nearly everyone in the mansion as they walked by, observing any signs of the one who knew our secret. We hoped the individual would be magnanimous and keep the taboo obscured, but none showed any indicators that tipped us off, so we figured we were in the clear until the trial was over.

The moment Lárus and I elected to check on Róstran came coevally with a mostly vacant mansion. We knocked on his door. Our names came from the other side, so we assumed he gave us permission. We opened it and were halfway inside his chamber before we froze.

Róstran was on his bed, wearing a purple bra and lacy panties with petals that were eerily redolent to my set that disappeared. He had a blithe expression on his physiognomy, going up and down on a faux Fenri phallus. We beheld a transparent sleeve on his enormous penis, too. He shouted our names as he ejaculated. Then, he had a surprised countenance as he turned to us while cumming. His cheeks became roseate. We froze in silence while he emitted sperm, and I was still stupefied at his fertile emissions and how long it took for him to exhaust his payload.

“Uh, hi, Lárus, Kaera,” Róstran stammered. His penis finally reduced to slowly driveling the last droplets of jizz. “How long have you two been standing there?”

“About a minute,” I answered, wildly moving my eyes around to avoid the pull of Róstran’s pecker.

Róstran slouched on his bed, taking the entire dildo in his ass. “I presuppose there’s no way to extenuate myself out of this.”

“Not with your habit,” Lárus responded, nodding.

Róstran removed the hyaline cover from his dick and hopped off the bed. I noticed the dildo was still in his anus as he walked over to his closet and adumbrated the entire toy in his nerdy stash. “What do you want?” He pulled the fake cock out of his ass and cleansed it with a rag, tossing it in the closet.

“We wanted to check on you and see how you’re handling from,” I shrugged and shivered, “you know.” I glanced at Róstran’s closet. “Looks like you’re fairing better than what Lárus told me.”

Róstran became saturnine, slouching his shoulders. “I did… that… didn’t I?” He inquired, looking at his broken claws and bruised digits. Only Lárus nodded. “Fucking Faer.” He had a panic attack, acting like he wanted to upchuck.

Lárus and I quickly caught Róstran and led him to his bed, comforting him. “Take it easy, Róstran. Take it easy. You’re safe,” I spoke, rubbing his shoulders.

“Did you discern anything idiosyncratic?”

Lárus appeared perplexed. “Aside from you physically turning those jocks into a bloody paste, not really.” He rubbed his chin and flinched. “You were surrounded by a blue energy.” We observed Róstran’s spasmodic trepidation return. “You ok? Need anything?”

Róstran shook his head. “Not at this time, thank you. I’m fine. Do me a favor— don’t mention the blue energy to anyone.”

“Anytime, and I swear to Faer to keep your quirk secret from anyone.” Lárus got up and closed the door, returning to the bed. “I had no idea you were capable of doing… that.”

“I surmise you want some elucidation.” Róstran took another deep breath. “Very well. My mother died when she gave birth to Svanhæri and me. My begetter took his acrimony out on me, blaming me for her expiration since I was below average by both Direfenri and Fenri standards despite a hundred percent being the former,” he blushed, “well… aside from my penis. He abused me in every conceivable way whenever he had the opportunity. He was also a high-ranking individual, so any attempts to rescue me were otiose since his word was sufficient to stave off any inquests. As a result, he got away with having his friends pay him to rape me repeatedly. However,” Róstran gulped, “he paled in comparison to the indubitable terror.

“One of my sire’s cohorts was a serial killer among other execrable occupations.” Róstran gesticulated at most of his scars. “Torture was his speciality, and he had a terrible one in store for me.” He took a moment to compose himself. “Svanhæri and Íjálf had sex with me against our will. I knotted my sister, and Íjálf had his knot in my anus. He and his fiendish friends tortured them further after tying me to my bed and executed Íjálf slowly while fucking him. A couple demurred although there was a nullity in anything they could do to help. Svanhæri would’ve been next had I not gone berserk, except it wasn’t the physical kind like you two possess.” We caught a fugacious scintillation of blue wisps between Róstran’s fingers. “I inadvertently killed her while executing several of the monsters and my father. Needless to say, I was traumatized by the hecatomb I caused even though they deserved it aside from her. This happened on my tenth birthday. I ended up at an orphanage and underwent additional agony after the more benevolent Fenri that miraculously survived spilled the entire story, and the absolute demon was locked away when the authorities connected him to a string of earlier killings. Then, three years later, Brákfur adopted me.”

“That was terrible,” I responded, quickly adding, “aside from the adoption part.”

“I know what you meant.”

Lárus started having a boner. “Were you and Íjálf close?”

Róstran adjusted my panties on his fundament. “Real tight. He was redolent of you and Hrafnir. He and Svanhæri did their best they could to shield me and bring enjoyment to my life. We hung out, played some Champions of Noß, had escapades, and copulated like you and Kaera did.”

I snapped my head to Róstran. “Hold on.”

Lárus was also on alert. “You caught us having sex?!”

Róstran appeared like he just realized his misstep. “Shit.”

Lárus got up, stood in front of Róstran except low enough to stare directly into his eyes, and held his shoulders. “Listen to me— you swear to Faer to keep what you saw a secret and also my relationship with Kaera.” He had a malign countenance. “Understand?” He growled, baring his fangs.

Róstran nodded and trembled. “I swear to Faer,” he whimpered swiftly.

Lárus snorted. “Good.” He reverted to his compassionate self, embracing Róstran. “Sorry I had to do that.”

“So, you copulated with your sister and another male who I assume was your brother,” I spoke, tapping my right leg.

Róstran looked at me like I should’ve known the obvious. “Íjálf was my best and only friend. Actually, he was my future mate.”

Lárus’s eyes grew. “Future mate?”

“Now it’s your turn to swear to Faer.” My brother and I did before Róstran resumed talking. “I love males… sort of. I have leanings towards females but I have a predilection towards males the most.” He looked like he expected jeers from us at any second.

“So, you’re bisexual,” I stated, recalling all the porn books I read while stymieing my tail’s urge to wag.

Róstran appeared hopeful when he didn’t receive any immediate evil persiflages from my twin brother and me. “If that’s what it’s called, then yes, although I have a tendency to swing towards males, especially Íjálf, dad, Hrafnir,” he simpered as he uttered seconds later, “and Lárus.” Lárus’s ears perked up.

“And what sort of salacious debauchery did you do with him and Svanhæri?” I catechized excitedly.

“The furthest the three of us went with each other was oral. We planned on preserving our chastities until we could escape, but my cognate father ruined that for us in more ways than one when he uncovered our secret.” Róstran sniffed as a single tear went down his left cheek. “I’m basically a pariah now even though it was proven in court that I was unwilling to go all the way during every single rape.”

I held Róstran close to my exposed bosoms, getting aroused from the bulge in the panties caressing my naked vagina while replaying my misfortune. “I know how you feel, and I’m sorry for making you relive your trauma.”

“Thanks.” Róstran held me tightly, having a cute, jocund expression, so I let him hug me for an extended period, nonchalant about him touching my mammillae.

Eventually, I had to force Róstran’s arms off my physique. “That’s enough for now, Róstran.” I walked over to the door and beckoned my consanguineous sibling with a sultry, “come hither,” expression. I needed release from my titillation.

“Where are you two going?” Róstran inquired as an agog Lárus quickly walked to me, his erection bouncing wildly.

“We’re off to have sex,” Lárus responded in a tone that sounded like he had faith in Róstran’s promise.

“May I watch?” Róstran meekly asked just as I touched the doorknob.

I beheld Róstran’s roseate cheeks as I turned around, glancing at Lárus next. “That alright with you?” I secretly hoped my brother had a positive reaction to the proposal.

Lárus shrugged. “He knows now that we fuck, and I trust he won’t break our secret, so he can watch.”

“As long as he remains in my bra and panties,” I added, observing Róstran about to denude the top, epicene undergarment.

Róstran paused as he was about to lift the purple bra over his head. “Why?” He lowered it back over his nipples.

“Because, I have a predisposition for males in feminine underwear, and,” I pointed at Róstran. “you appear ravishing and cute in them. They’re yours now.”

Róstran looked down, but I still caught his grin. “Thanks.” He contorted his figure as I inspected his girly attire. “These surprisingly fit quite comfortably on me despite the heterogeneities in our sizes.”

Because they’re exiguous on me, but I can easily nab some more skimpy underwear when I want to tantalize my partner, I thought. I knelt before Lárus as he sat at the edge of Róstran’s bed. The fleshy spire pulsated with virile energy while he grinned toothily at me. Faer, his scent tantalized and captivated me when I sniffed it. I gave Róstran an unobstructed view, winked at him, and licked my brother's penis.

I licked Lárus in all the spots I knew gave him pleasure. His penis wildly flung strands of pre into the air, and he petted my head. He leaked earlier than typical and more copiously. I turned my eyes toward Róstran, who watched us with awe while slowly stroking his boner, feeling my vagina getting moist from having a captive audience. I surmised I wasn’t the only one who was a bit of an exhibitionist as I bobbed my head on Lárus’s phallus and stared at him.

Lárus gingerly dragooned me into the 69 position. I perceived his tongue lap my cunt and taint. Róstran moved closer and went to my nether region, so I incurvated my tail upward to show my apertures to him, wiggling my fundament. Look as much as you want, Róstran. I surreptitiously thought about having two tongues on my orifices.

Lárus had me skewer my posterior once he sufficiently lubed it with drivel. Two faces stared at me while he repeatedly bucked his hips into my buttocks. My wanton images of violating monogamy took a more salacious turn. I cogitated on the positions and ways to have multitudinous penises within me simultaneously without letting the public know. I also objurgated, damned, and imprecated the ones momentarily behind bars.

My eyes gravitated to Róstran’s bewitching groin frequently. I still had disbelief he had the hugest endowment I had ever seen attached to his scrawny, svelte physique. It turned me on more, knowing that the hulking monstrosity of a fleshy spear lurked beneath his panties, and what I currently beheld protruding and forming an excrescence behind the undergarment was a one-bite appetizer.

I sensed my brother’s tumescence enter my tail-hole, followed by the viscid, hot jets of sperm. The ephemeral agony made me yip, and Róstran went to our nether regions, inspecting the tie with wonderment. He had quite the curiosity about sex for someone taciturn, especially after finding out about his past. I wanted to show him actual procreation, the one where partners are in harmony, express themselves intimately to one another, and also derive absolute pleasure from each other. Plus, my concupiscence lusted to tackling his pecker.

I leaned toward my brother, whispering, “Shall we let him in on the fun?”

I watched Lárus extend his head to glance over my shoulder. “Maybe. I don’t want to trigger any of his past trauma.” He also whispered.

I continued talking in a low volume. “That’s primarily the reason why I proposed the option. Perhaps he can build his confidence from it.” I turned my head, witnessing Róstran ogling my tied anus. “Plus, he’s not that repulsed by sex, considering what he's doing right now, what he did not too long ago, and by what we wall did together recently.”

Lárus nodded. “Alright, but proceed with caution.”

“I will.”

“What are you two discussing?” Róstran inquired.

I turned to face Róstran. “Lárus and I wanted to show you how sex is supposed to feel if you’re up for it.”

“I am,” Róstran quickly and emphatically replied.

Lárus and I were taken aback by Róstran’s sudden acceptance, and Lárus raised his eyebrows. “You’re sure?” He asked.

Róstran nodded. “I one hundred percent want to copulate and willingly give my consent to you two. I know it’s shocking after what I dealt with but those moments… roused certain idiosyncrasies of me, and I want to give it a legitimate shot.”

“Alright, and we swear we won’t harm you.” I concurred with my connate sibling by nodding, waiting for the minutes to tick by and liberate my pucker.

My heart was in a flutter at the prospect of having sexual intercourse with another individual that I cared about on a more intimate level, and I had an idea.”You can start by touching me, Róstran. Touch me as much as you content.”

Róstran breathed rapidly and agog as he went around and ensconced on Lárus’s omphalos, wagging his tail. However, his excitement must’ve overwhelmed him as he scanned my naked body. I grinned, grabbed his metacarpi, and placed them on my bosoms, manipulating them for didactic purposes. He quickly caught on to the gist and took over. The puissance aggrandized, conveying his confidence and comfortableness to me, and I moved my tail happily in response.

I perceived Róstran’s hands transmigrate to my hips and butt. My nether cheeks audibly clapped from their influence. Again, he displayed his confidence similarly to my mammillae. He kept glancing at Lárus until I heard my brother woof. A quick glimpse at my fundament confirmed he had Lárus’s balls in his hands, and Lárus permitted him to fondle his orbicular pair. His fondness for males revealed itself when he spent more time with Lárus than me. A gentle admonition brought him halfway back on track. He groped my mound and squeezed Lárus’s gonads concurrently.

The touches within my vagina and on my clitoris confirmed Róstran’s sister taught him well before the unfortunate tragedy. Everything he did was right and got me wet. I nearly climaxed from them until it was time to pull Lárus’s penis out of my rectum, and Róstran surceased, giving me a moment to cool off. He went back to the edge of the bed where Lárus’s legs were per my suggestion.

“Now, it’s your turn, Róstran,” I uttered once I felt semen leave my rectum. I prostrated with my legs in the air, stretching my pussy lips as I presented them and my cum-leaking anus to him when he ambulated to his bed. My tail wagged while I stared at him, agog for his penis that was now outside his panties. “Do whatever your heart desires.” My concern grew when he took too long. “Nervous?”

Róstran nodded. “A bit.” His physiognomy took that feeling to the max. “I mean, I’m not a virgin anymore, but.” He gulped.

“It’s your first time having sex with someone you actually care.” Lárus nodded. “I understand.”
My legs went down as I rose to caress Róstran’s left cheek, grinning. “And I’m honored to be that first. You want me to take the lead?”

“Yes.” Róstran wagged his tail. “You and Lárus.”

Lárus looked flustered. “I’m flattered, Róstran, but one thing at a time. I don’t want to overwhelm you accidentally.”

Róstran flattened his ears. “I understand.”

“However, I won’t mind doing minor salacious actions to you right now.” Róstran perked up and wagged his tail from Lárus’s diminutive capitulation.

I vacated my spot and patted it. “Sit here, Róstran, and let me demonstrate how sex is supposed to feel with my magic. You have the authority to determine where this ends.”
Róstran sat on his bed, where I was ensconced. I parted his legs and pulled his panties down enough to liberate his cock and testicles. I was giddy. His prick was a brand new frontier, and I would learn where his erogenous spots were and the amount of force necessary for stimulation.
I began with the orbicular dyad. My tongue accomplished the herculean task of lifting one of Róstran’s balls and dragging the pilose scrotum along. His endowment would make him highly coveted among the females, but I wished to have him and my twin brother to myself. Another breach in the taboos, but having multiple lovers just felt right. I barely fit his gonad in my mouth, getting more acquainted with his flavor. My hands kept his penis occupied, and I maintained eye contact with his face— so far, so good.

My connate sibling adjoined Róstran, osculating him on the lips. His metacarpi were underneath Róstran’s bra, caressing the runt’s back and nipples, and he offered his genitalia for him to touch. Observing their interaction and Róstran’s reaction warmed my heart. It made me wish for Lárus to warm up to doing anal with him or another male soon.

I bathed Róstran’s penis in slaver after I thoroughly coated his testicles. The flavor was something to savor. I needed more of it. My tongue went from the base to the glans, suckling the acicular tip as he sprayed his precum. His reaction conveyed to me his tip was the best spot, although his knot was still behind his sheath. I lapped and wrestled his massive sausage until the bulbous portion protruded. It also elicited a visceral response, but his reaction to a harsher nibble surprised me. He displayed indicators he was about to ejaculate, so I reduced the stimulation. His first time having intercourse the correct way with someone special should be memorable, and I aimed to fulfill that by letting his cauldron simmer for as long as possible.

“Aww,” Róstran whined blithely. “Why’d you surcease at the best part?”

“Feeling great, Róstran?” I inquired, wiggling his penis.

“Resplendent.” Róstran writhed.

I chuckled. “This is how sex should be done.” I turned to Lárus. “Want to take over?”

“Uhh,” Lárus drawled out, glancing between me and Róstran’s imploring eyes. “Sure.”

I traded places with Lárus, presenting my pussy to Róstran as I straddled him. I parted my labia to reveal my secrets that only a select few knew about, smiling at him. “Go ahead. Dig in.” I turned to Lárus, who had just withdrawn from fellating him. “How is it?”

Lárus turned his eyes to me. “Not that different from eating pussy. I just have acclimate to the idea I’m handling another dude’s dick than sticking my tongue in a chick’s cunt. The taste is also another factor.” He reinserted Róstran’s penis into his mouth.

“Lá-Lárus,” Róstran drawled out jocundly.

I pressed my vagina closer to Róstran’s maw. “Don’t forget about me.”

“I haven’t.”

Róstran pressed his tongue against my slit. I could sense he was adroit, taking way less time to dive in than when my cognate brother performed oral on me for the first time. I huffed as fast and as puissantly as his licks, giving him signals through his head. He knew what my desires were and adjusted accordingly, making my folds nice and wet.

“Oh, Faer, you’re a natural, Róstran,” I gasped, suddenly clenching my pussy.

Róstran paused for a brief second. “You can thank my sister.” He went back to licking my secretions.

I turned to Lárus while Róstran explored my vulva with his tongue. He bobbed his head on Róstran’s penis with much celerity. I knew his technique needed improvement despite Róstran’s approval. “There’s more to it, you know.” He looked at me with the pecker still in his mouth, stopping his slurps. “Vary your slurps with licks. He enjoys having his tip and knot attended, and make sure to include his testicles. He also enjoys some hard nibbles.” His eyes enlarged. “Shocking, I know, but it works.”

Lárus gasped once Róstran’s shaft left his mouth, taking my suggestions to heart. I felt Róstran squirm from the variations, perceiving my brother’s name when he nipped Róstran’s penis. I nodded when he stared at me with stupefaction, returning to Róstran right as he took some of the whole claymore in his mouth again.

Róstran parted my vulva and labia, staring at my inner walls despite beholding them earlier. I grinned, nodded, and rubbed his cheeks and head to transmit my permission, and he acknowledged it. My breaths escalated, and my cauldron roared from his tongue within my vagina. I pressed my hips on his nostrils and ground on them. My special spot inside got touched, making me tense, and I looked at the ceiling, flooding him with my ambrosia.

I requested my brother to trade spots, and we did. Róstran was on the verge of ejaculating his sperm, judging by how his cock was palpitated. I still wanted his first instance of having amatory sex to be memorable to counteract all the abhorrent ones he was forced to endure, so I waited for him to cool off despite the urge to taste his cum.

There was one test I wanted to try for my own ego. I held the gigantic dick in place once I was cocksure he wasn’t near the amorous abysm; taking a deep breath, and Róstran licked my cum-filled sphincter. Less than half of his penis reached my pharynx, and it slid down without issue until I was approximately at the halfway point. I retreated just a smidgen right as I had the prepossession to gag, inhaling some more to relax. It was mortifying in the best way possible that this amount was the equivalent of Lárus’s entire penis, yet I still had half of Róstran’s shaft to go. I relaxed myself as best as possible, phlegmatically pushing my limit until I took the whole length or I was certain in my threshold, and I shut my eyes.

Eventually, I felt the fur of Róstran’s crotch tickle my nose. I opened my eyes, realizing I had done it. I had his whole cock in my mouth— knot and all. He and Lárus appeared bewitched at me with wonderment, aggrandizing my sense of accomplishment.

“No one has been able to swallow my whole penis,” Róstran stated, his jaw hanging open.

I perceived the fleshy rod about to erupt, so I pulled it out of my muzzle, replenishing my lungs with fresh air. “Thanks. Ready for the main event?”

Róstran gulped, appearing nervous and aflame with passion. “Yes.”

I licked my lips as I straddled Róstran’s dick. His length and girth compelled me to take the initial perforation slow, regardless of taking it through the tralatitious entrance. A prominent protuberance appeared on my omphalos once I reached his knot. His characteristics made me feel full even without his semen. Nothing filled me with more delight than seeing Róstran freeze with a mirthful expression on his visage as my vagina gripped his schlong, and I waited for permission.

“You ok, Róstran?” I inquired, slightly gyrating my hips.

“Fucking Faer, this is breathtaking!” Róstran vociferated.

“You need me to stop?”

Róstran stared at me like it was asinine for me to ask a question to which I already knew the answer. “Fuck no.”

I had to handle the nerves firing off from having the enormity of Róstran’s pecker in my twat before I moved my hips up and down. Each thrust took more air out of my lungs than I prognosticated. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel when he had control, especially if he had his tail yanked. He should have the virility and hidden reserves of a pure male Direfenri. One step at a time, Kaera, I thought to myself.

My folds and muliebrity easily morphed into the form to handle the hulking invader as I treated Róstran to his deserved intimate lovemaking experience. I found all of the traits from my brother’s cock in his dick except his penis aggrandized them: the girth, length, warmth, and twitches. They were wonderful and sent me to heaven. I glanced at the genital fluids saturating our crotches and his panties, unsure how much was his pre and how much was my nectar.

I finally grown accustomed to the girth in my snatch to where I had a steadier, faster pace. I could’ve gone quicker and harder, but it was my job as the top to ensure the bottom got just as much delectation out of the libidinous experience as I did, especially if the submissive was as fragile as Róstran. Wet squelches and our vocals played a symphony to my ears, and I climaxed copiously from his phallus’s size to where his panties and our groins were quaggy. His knot crept closer to my vagina. I cerebrated about stuffing myself with it and have his puppy batter fill my uterus since we lost our versions of chastity unwillingly so there was no way any entity in Canir would know we premeditatedly tied ourselves. However, I wanted that special occasion with my brother, glancing at Lárus, who beheld us while sporting a boner, occasionally masturbating.

I held Róstran’s penis as it vacated my muliebrity, guiding it to my pucker. Even with our arousals forming multifarious strands between it and my cunt, I still took my declivity hebetudinously when it penetrated my anus. I glanced down every time I cogitated. I was adjacent to his groin, getting stupefied at how much I still had left. Eventually, after what seemed to be an eternity, I collided with his inguinal region.

Unfortunately, Róstran had a panic attack, and I froze with his pecker in my anus. I had a moment of trepidation; I failed at the top. His body shook violently from the paroxysm, emanating blue wisps. “No! Stay back! Don't come any closer!” He vociferated.

I held Róstran close to my bosoms, nuzzling him and caressing his back with his spear affixed to my sphincter. I cooed him as swiftly as possible, and he calmed himself down an iota, the wisps evanescing. Tears inundated my breasts, my ears hearing his lugubrious whimpers. My brother came in for the assist, performing similar actions.

I sang the lullaby Svanhæri used to sing for Róstran. It promptly made him placid. He still sobbed, and my boobs became a quagmire, but he surceased his quivers. “It’s ok, Róstran,” I cooed after I finished the song. “I’m here.”

“I’m sorry,” Róstran sniffed, repeating those words.

“You have nothing to be regretful for.” I held Róstran more tightly. “It should me be who has to apologize for triggering your trauma.”

“You shouldn’t apologize for that,” Róstran spoke in my cleavage. After I eased the pressure on him, he repeated himself, adding, “Thank you for the comfort, though.”

Lárus patted Róstran’s left shoulder on the back. “Anytime.”

We stayed with Róstran and succored him until we were certain he was sedated. I hummed the lullaby’s chorus while gently rocking him back and forth. Perplexingly, he still maintained his prominent erection in my rectum as I slid a portion of it out of my ass. “Don’t leave,” he beseeched, holding my waist tightly.

“I’m not leaving you,” I responded, petting Róstran’s head and smiling.

“I mean where you’re currently at.”

I glanced at where the remaining portion of Róstran’s cock was still connected to my sphincter. “Oh.” I placed the residuum back into my taint. “You want me to?”

Róstran quietened me with a nod. “Please, continue. Otherwise, I would have my penis and testicles chockablock with semen to oppugn with.”

Lárus looked at Róstran quizzically and with concern. “You’re sure you’re ready?”

Róstran nodded again. “I’m conceited. I’ve been on the precipice for almost half an hour.”

I looked at Lárus as he slid off the bed and back at Róstran. “If you insist. You promise to alert me when you want me to stop.” I slide up the elongated, meaty spire.

Róstran moaned when I plummeted on his dick. “I promise; just finish me, please.” He went recumbent, and his head went over the bed’s edge to stare at Lárus. “If you want, I can requite you from earlier by sucking your penis to tend to your erection.”

Lárus appeared flustered, rubbing his neck. “Let’s see.” Róstran must’ve given him the puppy eyes because his defenses capitulated easily. “Alright, you can suck my penis.” He lifted one finger up, sounding and appearing indubitably serious. “No anal.”

Róstran vigorously nodded. “Understood.”

I witnessed my brother hold Róstran in place and shove his endowment straight down Róstran’s throat, going at a slow albeit firm pace. I picked up where I left off, taking precautions to obviate any agony because of Róstran’s genitals. A moan escaped my lungs, and my body shivered as I went down on the package. I still kept an eye on Róstran in case his trauma incapacitated him. So far, he reacted positively to my sphincter gripping him and from Lárus throat-fucking him, observing the pygmy, effeminate physique squirm.

A beatific miasma slowly clouded my eyes. The eroticism behind the broken taboos stimulated the anacreontic inferno despite little contact with my vagina and clitoris. I caught Róstran fondling Lárus’s gonads. Lárus conveyed a salmagundi of emotions while indulging his homosexual side for the first time, barking from the touches on his testicles. He also had his eyes on him, so he got a perfect view of another male sucking his penis, even if he was the impetus behind the fellatio.

Lárus placed his balls on Róstran’s eyes, gyrating his hips and obstructing Róstran’s larynx. He bent forward and kissed and nipped the diminutive Direfenri’s body. His hands caressed the pecs behind the bra. The touches lasted a few minutes before thrusting into Róstran’s mouth, giving him fugacious moments of fresh air again.

I, too, paused my hips with Róstran’s phallus within me. He desired a swift release. However, I yearned to maximize his pleasure and fecund emissions. I repeated what my consanguineous sibling did, except I had the opportunity to take my time. My tastebuds tasted more of his flavor, whose provenience wasn’t from his genitalia, while I tenderly scratched and cosseted his nipples underneath his bra. His metacarpi latched onto my right breast after I offered my dyad, so I waited as he played with it, and Lárus suckled on my free teat.

I osculated my twin brother after he finished with my left boob, transmigrating to his crotch, where I nibbled bits of his sheath. My hands reached behind him and grabbed his ballsack, tugging them while he thrust into Róstran’s maw. Consequently, I yipped when I sensed his digits tickle my vulva and clitoris. My nectar ramped up its production and imbrue more of Róstran’s girly underwear. I resumed my penetrations when I sensed Róstran attempt to overcome my weight.

We paused and resumed several times as the minutes passed by to give Róstran the best sex he rightfully deserved and was capable of. Our bond was as strong as ever, so we included each other. Our bodies became intertwined as we affectionately strengthened it coevally with building the perfervid vinculum with Róstran. My hands shared his balls with Róstran while his digits rubbed my cunt and twisted my clit. I perceived him fill Róstran with his seed, hearing him howl.

I withdrew from Lárus’s scrotum as I sensed Róstran unable to contain the urge to ejaculate sperm into my rectum, perceiving my own imminent orgasm. Sure enough, I felt a quick, sharp pop from the huge knot enter my taint, followed by a cataract of semen and Róstran’s muffled moans. Meanwhile, Lárus kept enough focus on my muliebrity to send me over the edge into one of the most orgasmic crescendos I had thus far. My ambrosia shot out in multiple streams like piss all over Róstran primarily. A fair amount landed on Lárus. He returned the favor by pulling out of Róstran’s cum-filled mouth, coating me and Róstran with his remaining spunk.

My abdomen appeared it was in the early stages of being enceinte even though I knew the hot cum was in my asshole. Lárus finished ejaculating first, but Róstran kept cumming long after. Before long, I appeared I was heavily gravid and about to birth the maximum amount of pups my tits could support- which was a lot by Direfenri standards- when Róstran finally injected all of his seed within me. Róstran had the widest, beaming smile possible while basking in the afterglow.

“Fucking Faer,” Róstran spoke, inebriated from the intercourse, “that was marvelous.”

“Any regrets?” I catechize, leaning forward and licking my brother’s salty cream off Róstran.
Róstran shook his head. “Zilch, I had desiderata of sex and envisaged this moment ever since you two moved in, and you exceeded beyond what I prognosticated.”

Lárus joined me in licking up his sperm. “I’m glad we gave you a shining moment in your life after all you went through.”

“And I’m thankful.” Róstran sighed angrily. “I want the chains off me so they don’t weigh me down and stymie me from living the life I want.”

Róstran’s eyes enlarged as I hugged him, pressing him against my boobs in the most vertical position his tied knot permitted. “You will have Lárus and me helping you every step of the way. We will assist you in every way possible.”

“Even if it involves,” Róstran gulped and blushed, “coitus?”

I osculated fugaciously on Róstran’s right cheek. “I wouldn’t mind having you inside me from time to time.” My eyes darted toward Lárus while I licked jizz off Róstran.

Lárus rubbed his neck. “Maybe not as often as Kaera. I might need time to acclimate, especially if I penetrate your ass or vice versa.”

Róstran appeared crestfallen. “You didn’t enjoy it?”

Lárus crawled closer and lapped more semen off us. “I certainly did, and we can suck our penises or jack each other off next time. I just need some convincing to have you or another dude in my ass or vice versa. Maybe observing two males do some anal in-person instead of beholding pictures might do the trick.”

It is magical, I thought, nodding and staring at Róstran. “However much debauchery that may come in the future, Róstran, just know that you’re not alone in dealing with your trauma.”
“Likewise, Kaera,” Róstran replied.

Lárus and I swore an oath to our deity about being Róstran’s support whenever his tempestuous past reared its grotesque head and protect Róstran. We made promises to him plenty of times, but we believed the situation required us to raise the stakes, and Róstran took his time accepting our contracts to him and our god.

The three of us eventually cleansed all of the remaining cum and ambrosia off each other. My brother’s cock retreated into its sheath, so I conjectured Róstran was sufficiently flaccid to pull out, quickly realizing that was not the case. “What the hell?” I uttered, tugging Róstran’s dick inside my rectum, which was a reservoir of puppy batter.

“My tormentors found out the hard way, also,” Róstran spoke meekly, simpering. “I have an abnormally long time before my penis ends the copulation’s vinculum.” Both he and Lárus looked stupefied as I got up and ambulated to the door with him tied to my anus. “What are you doing?”

“Getting a shower,” I answered as I twisted the doorknob, opening the barrier. “After that, I have no clue if you’re still inside my ass.”
