Chapter 24: Back to Basics
(Septham 17th-19th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

I felt weird, and, no, it wasn’t my heat or the remedy for it. The whole world felt bland to me. I kept up the facade that everything was copacetic in my life. My brother and I did our usual jog to not arouse too much suspicion, and we jogged for real, receiving indicators on my physique that I needed to warm up again. Our feet left footprints in the light dusting of snow, marking the wide gap we gave ourselves. I didn’t look at him, and I was certain he didn’t glance at me either.

Luckily, the school didn’t relent in giving homework, so I had distractions preventing me from dwelling on the past couple of days and Lárus. I had to study for an upcoming math test and write two essays. History had me select an event from the nation’s founding to the Second Age and provide reasons why it was significant in shaping Canir. I decided on Prime Wíðim I and his role in quelling a Direfenri uprising in the north. Frí required me to read a boring book and write a five-page essay on the theme. Fuck Frí.

Another subject I had to juggle with was Aereki, and fuck that, also. I was supposed to read a given amount of words in the language and translate them into my native tongue. Faer should damn it for its script and how it structured the sentences. I quickly learned to execrate the subtleties between two similar words because the slight differences meant a drastic change in translating them.

I didn’t realize how much time went until I heard Róstran enact his nightly ritual before bed, and I looked out to snowflakes falling from the night sky. After organizing my homework and other items for school, I tried to get some sleep.

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I was suddenly running across a field of tall grass into the forest, similar to my backyard, with my brother in hot pursuit. He was in his feral form from a couple days ago, his hulking cock bouncing between his legs with every step he took to chase me, and yet I exhibited no fear. I was actually giddy about being hunted by a burly stud, goading him to catch me if he could, and he gladly accepted my challenge.

Lárus managed to jump on me after I briskly hopped over a fallen tree, causing me to plummet to the dirt. He quickly flipped me over to where I could behold his physiognomy. I saw him as my twin brother, but I also discerned other features indicating he was possessed by a feral spirit, his eyes being one of them. I was already wet from the primordial force, waiting agog in anticipation. My first layer of stitch didn’t countervail his strength, getting mutilated in the process. I heard him grunt gutturally as he inhaled my scent, his head adjacent to my breasts. My bra met a similar fate to my shirt and pants.

A robust lick from near my omphalos through my cleavage made me shiver. The quiver transitioned to tense muscles as Lárus rubbed my right teat while suckling my left nipple. Soon, I sensed him move his right hand down my figure to my hips, and he didn’t break his focus on my bosom. He sundered my skimpy panty from my crotch in one motion, witnessing him tossing it abaft. I then perceived his hot breaths travel down my navel to my inguinal region as he moved his head there, stopping just at my slit.

My brother left saliva on my vagina from his initial lick. He growled approvingly, returning for seconds, thirds, and so on. His ardent enthusiasm made me yearn for more. I adjusted myself, subtly telling him where I wanted to lap away through a myriad of angles, and he was receptive. I even became more decumbent as I parted my vulva and labia to him.

The passion in Lárus amplified from giving him access to my vagina unimpeded. He did more than simply lick my entrance— his whole mouth got involved. His jaw moved, his snout and muzzle buried in my folds, with his tongue slithering closer to my cervix. They combined to almost mimic him utilizing his shaft on me. My turn eventually came, and I was already enervated from the cunnilingus.

I conjectured Lárus was a hair-trigger away from eructing sperm, judging by his pulsating erection and the amount of precum emanating from the urethra. My assumption was spot-on as I inserted the glans into my mouth and barely stroked the rest of his shaft. I couldn’t form a seal quickly enough, although no tightness would be sufficiently strong to combat against the fecund stream. The hefty globs shot at my face, and I directed his penis downward. I was thoroughly covered when he was done ejaculating, and I grinned when that was only the first course. His cock was still enormous and rigid, his testicles still so full of Direfenri spunk.

“You must be awfully pent up, brother,” I uttered sensually. He replied with a whine, which I took as an affirmative. “I know just the thing to help.” I sat and exposed the one area I had yet to receive semen, which I lusted for. “Have at it— breed me till you can’t no more.”

My sibling growled like I had finally uttered the magic words, and he savagely flipped me around. I had no choice but to be on my hands and knees as he placed me into position, instinctively raising my tail to show I was ready. I nearly imploded from him throwing his weight on my back as he immediately mounted me, sensing his snarls and hot breaths near my right ear. Droplets of his saliva dribbled onto my neck.

I groaned from my vagina expanding rapidly from Lárus’s humongous dick, glancing down at the huge tumescence around my stomach. His puissance guaranteed my fundament would be sore, resulting in me walking queerly for a few days while recovering. The bulging veins provided much-needed scratches in the hard-to-reach areas. His cock’s girth caressed every part of my cavern, filling me with his warmth.

Lárus acted ferally as he thrust repeatedly. I was becoming like him, except I was eager to be bred, making it easier for him to do so. None of my words were able to form in my mouth. Instead, they were whines, pants, and moans.

Lárus kept more of his cock within me as he sped up his perforations. His gonads bounced against my sex with audible slaps, adding to the bruises from his hips. He was close to cumming much sooner than he usually did. My cauldron effervesced vigorously to where water sloshed over the rim, and it got to that point just as quickly. I flexed my cunt tightly on his shaft as my contractions became stronger.

I yelped as I sensed teeth pressed on my neck, and Lárus accelerated his penetrations on my drooling sex. He never did that before, and it felt erotic. The yell drawled on into a moan as I felt my sex expand, signaling that I was on the precipice of accepting his knot. I briefly perceived a pop before the rapturous rush overwhelmed my senses, freezing in place. I gripped his penis so tight to extract his Direfenri cream, and he gladly gave me every drop of it, making me feel full from it and his phallus. The amount of cum could’ve impregnated any female in Illyria, Fenri or not. Certainly, I would’ve been more gravid with pips than mom was.

I grunted from my brother, pulling his tumid knot out of my vagina, feeling the pressure escape from the opening. The white ooze oozed out, forming huge droplets that dripped steadily. Faer, he must’ve coated my insides just as thoroughly as my entire physique. I turned back and beheld him still erect, and he behaved like he was amped for several more rounds.

My conjecture was correct as Lárus pounced on me, making me face him. He fucked me in the vanilla position just as hard as doggystyle. Every position didn’t receive less of his vigor, and each injection of semen was still copious. The number of times he came inside me would’ve satiated anybody’s libido for quite a period. I was just like the women in the porn books who got jizz on them, received a creampie, or both.

The scenery changed to nothingness, and I was alone, naked, on the hard, invisible surface, a light illuminating only me. Then, it expanded to reveal Lárus and five shadowy figures standing in front of me with a legion of dark specters abaft. Three of the nearest shadows were familiar; the other two, I had no clue other than they were Ki’Tsun. Despite not knowing who they were, I had a warm feeling towards them, the same amicableness I had with Lárus, but I also sensed ire from most of them, and I flattened my ears in chagrin. All six began walking away from me and fusing into the umbral horde, starting with the smallest, the vulpine, the other two Fenri, and finally, my brother. My supplication for them to stay was nugatory, and I was alone.
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I woke up in a cold sweat in bed, breathing rapidly, and my heart raced. I inhaled several times deeply, reminding myself it was just a dream to calm myself. The erotic portion got my womanhood to secrete arousal as I went to touch myself. Glancing at the hiemal environment out the window, I realized it was morning, and I panicked as I thought I was about to miss school. I bolted out of my bedroom to the nearest bathroom, cursing about breaking the doorknob in my chamber. I quickly showered and barreled into the kitchen, gasping for breath.

Mom was just as nude as I was when I barged into the kitchen. She glanced up from the counter, and she appeared to just commence making breakfast. “Morning, Kaera. You’re up earlier than normal.”

“Sorry. I actually thought I slept in and had a moment of panic.”

“You look like something else spooked you.”

“It was a nightmare.”

“Mind telling what it was about?” Mom resumed her cooking, combining wet and dry ingredients.

I sat at the table, deciding to omit some parts and alter the rest. “We were back at the shack, and the ground swallowed it, us, and Lárus. I got separated and ended up running from a monster. It just managed to touch my shoulder before I woke up.”

Mom lifted the wooden spoon, inspecting the batter as long strands dripped into the bowl. “Good thing dreams aren’t capable of becoming real. Faer knows I wouldn’t want some of mine entering reality.”

More of my siblings emerged from their rooms as mom made völumm, a pancake that was in between the traditional and thicker versions and the lighter, Orlénish versions, and it was rolled, stuffed with sweet or savory comestibles, and topped with berry syrup or hot gravy respectively. She went with the latter, utilizing shredded pork and brown sauce. Rýnaki, followed by Dágfárik, sat at the table naked. I found it bizarre Lárus took longer than usual to come out of his room when Róstran arrived at the table next. Then, my twin brother showed up only in his underwear.

I averted my gaze at the sight of Lárus, filled with trepidation. The images of his primal side made me unsure whether I should be fearful or aroused. I quickly devoured my völumm, and I went to answer the door when I heard a knock. Hrafnir and Æsignís stood outside in their habiliments with their seven pups: four from her recent birth and three older versions.

“Morning,” I spoke.

“Morning,” Hrafnir and Æsignís responded. He handed me the mail. “Here are the letters,” he uttered.

“Your timing couldn’t be more impeccable,” mom enunciated while sauntering to the entrance. Her breasts began lactating as she took the mail. I noticed a grin form on her face.

“What’s so interesting?” I asked.

“Your father says he’s coming home.”

“When?”

“Very soon. The negotiations went better than he foretold, and he’s on his way here as of this letter. He has to deliver the contract to the Alpha Prime for his input.” I saw mom’s eyes move from left to right. “Your father will take us to the capital after Rýnaki mates with someone. It just so happens we’ll be at Hvanbygg right when the Alpha Prime’s daughter has her special Mating Ceremony. I wonder if he told his peers at Kosüvain about the upcoming interregnum in Canir’s future” Mom had a devilish grin on her physiognomy.

“What did dad write this time?”

“Oh just the typical dirty talk. Judging by what he wrote, I’m going to be so bruised and so full when he gets here.” Mom tossed the remaining envelopes onto the bantam table near the door, shivering with excitement. “Have a nice day at school.” Her tits secreted more milk as she, Æsignís, and Hrafnir went upstairs.

I got in the carriage with Rýnaki, Dágfárik, Róstran, and Lárus after putting on suitable attire, and the personal chauffeur got the horses to move. I didn’t directly stare at my twin brother during the entire ride. The only time I saw Lárus was beholding his reflection in the window when the sun disappeared behind a cloud, and he, too, made an effort not to glance at me.

The first period got off to an interesting commencement for once. Mrs. Fjarífen was insipid as usual, going over the history of Ángýðóð Sélísdútir. The jejune atmosphere and lesson tempted me to snag a few quick zzz, and I almost took the opportunity, but a kick to my desk jolted some sense back into me. I glanced abaft, beholding the impetus behind its movement, a female Fenri called Ásyvör Asæsdútir.

Ásyvör stood pretty tall for not possessing any Direfenri blood, standing around my shoulders. She was a bit of a babbler, a loudmouth, and highly energetic, surmising by her interaction with her group. I’d put her on a list of experimenting, even with the glasses. She would almost absolutely be the closest I would get to having sex with Klaryse.

Thinking there was nothing behind Ásyvör’s action, I turned around, focusing on the lesson. When did the pedagogue skip a couple of decades in Ángýðóð’s life? I must’ve dosed off, and that was why she kicked my station. Turned out I didn’t get the message when she kicked it again an iota harder, and I swiveled around without alerting Mrs. Fjarífen, becoming pissed off just a smidgen.

“What?” I hissed in a whisper.

Ásyvör had her right hand extended out with a folded piece of paper in her hand. “Take it.” Curious, I grabbed it, beginning to open it when she angrily hissed. “Don’t read it; it’s not for you.”

“Then why hand it to me in the first place?”

“It’s for your brother, Lárus.”

“Why him?”

“Just hand it to him at lunch. Will you?”

“Ok. Sure.” I had to quickly take the note and accept the request when Mrs. Fjarífen looked in my general direction.

“What’s going between you and Miss Asæsdútir, Kaera?” The teacher inquired.

“Nothing,” I hastily responded.

“I’m sure the whole class would like to know what this nothing is about.”

I juggled the words in my mouth. “A-a-Ásyvör was just telling me a joke about Ángýðóð. That’s all.”

Mrs. Fjarífen turned to Ásyvör. “I appreciate jokes. Can you tell me it? Make sure you speak loud enough for everyone to hear.”

Ásyvör quickly shot a surreptitious dagger at me. “Uh. I told Kaera that you and Ángýðóð would keep each other company.”

Mrs. Fjarífen was unamused while a couple of students gave a chuckle. “If I could rate jokes, you would retake the class. Keep your antics up and I’ll have no qualms of giving you detention.” She looked around the classroom. “Turn to page 127 in your textbook.”

Lunch came surprisingly fast. I sat in what I designated as my spot, waiting for Róstran and, hopefully, Lárus to sit with me. I slowly became deflated when Lárus didn’t show up. The feeling reversed when I saw my twin brother arrive, now fretting whether he would sit with me. I wouldn’t blame him if the situation from a couple days ago was still present. He actually did, to my delight, surprise, and trepidation. The awkwardness still clung to the air in a thick miasma.

“Hey,” I uttered, hoping to break the ice. I wanted some sense of normalcy.

“Hey,” Lárus replied. He didn’t sound overtly inimical toward me.

I handed my sibling Ásyvör’s note. “Ásyvör wanted you to read this.”

He took it. “What is it?”

“I don’t know. She told me not to read it.”

Lárus commenced scouring the letter. “Interesting.”

“What?”

“Ásyvör rambles on in writing just as much as she does talking, and she goes on about how handsome I am and stuff.”

“She’s not wrong,” I bitterly mumbled.

“What did you say?”

“She sounds like she’s taking an interest in you. I wonder if this counts as flirting.” We shared the same lunch period with Ásyvör, so we glanced around, finally locating her with her group, and she coyly waved at him. “Is she of interest to you?” Those words had a scintilla of rancor in them.

“Possibly. She’s hot, a blend of you and the red Fenri from the porn books.”

“Dude, you’re just going to say the last half casually out loud in a highly populated area?”

“Point being is she’s someone I could get to know more intimately of before our Mating Ceremony. Found someone yet?”

I shook my head. “Not so far.”

“You should start sooner rather than later.”

“I know. None of the options are alluring and feasible enough for me to start working up the dauntlessness to ask out.” It dawned on us we were still missing a third individual.

“Where’s Róstran?”

“I don’t know.” I began to worry about Róstran. Right on cue, Róstran showed up, displaying signs of an encounter, and he sat with us. “You ok? What happened to you?”

“You need anything?”

“I’m fine,” Róstran answered.

Lárus offered Róstran some of his lunch. “Here. Have some.” I immediately followed him, perhaps realizing at the same time as him that Róstran lacked viands.

“Thanks.”

We heard cackles as Aðalstænn and his cronies entered the cafeteria, and I started growling. “Want Lárus and me to handle him?”

“That’s not necessary.”

I kept the option in the back of my head. The distance was too vast and chockablock of people to enact my retribution against Aðalstænn for his altercation with Róstran.

The gym was definitely taxing as I went through the obstacle course and did strenuous exercises. It did erase my commitment to be an instrument for Róstran’s revenge. I remembered it after bathing in the pool in the lockers, encountering Aðalstænn and his crew getting dangerously close to Róstran while drying themselves. I inserted my nude physique between him and them, and Lárus joined me seconds later.

Aðalstænn smirked as he beheld us as if he was unthreatened by two Direfenri snarling at him. “You two actually decided to show up this time.”

“You’re not getting any closer to Róstran,” Lárus warned with his fangs exposed.

“I have no need to. I got enough use out of him when I-“ I interrupted Aðalstænn by lunging forward and pinning him against a locker, not registering any words from Róstran. He chuckled ominously like he was amused by the paroxysm. “How cute… wolf.”

Aðalstænn utilized a foreign technique to slip through my grasp and exploit my weight to send me plummeting down to the hard surface. I got up, and my brother and I threw a few punches at him and his cohorts, which they blocked.

The skirmish barely began when a naked male Direfenri revealed himself. I immediately recognized him as Gellir Rikkasæn, one of the members of the masculine side of the Fabulous Five. He was a splitting image of my brother if Lárus had white fur and decided to have a black lightning bolt going down diagonally in his left eye.

“What’s going on here?” Gellir demanded.

“Nothing to concern yourself with, Gellir,” Aðalstænn replied. “Just teaching a couple of classmates about how I take self-defense seriously.” He noticed Sæarún wondering what the commotion was. “Nothing to fear, sis.” I observed his eyes were mainly looking at the towering Direfenri.

“In case you aren’t aware, this is more than us being classmates. We’re supposed to be soldiers, proudly serving Faer, the Alpha Prime, and our country from now until our very last breaths. I look around and don’t see anyone here as individuals. I see you and them as my brothers-and-sisters-in-arms. We don’t need to devolve into acting as pups. Those days are over, so put your animosity aside.” I don’t know what Aðalstænn saw, but I observed him and his henchmen retreat with tails between their legs, and I beheld Gellir staring at me. “How hurt are you?”

Gellir’s normal voice made me melt and moist as if his stunning beauty wasn’t enough, his western dialect making my cheeks turn red. “Just a minor bruise or two.”

“Glad to hear that. I’m Gellir, by the way.”

“Kaera.”

“The famed -or infamous- daughter of Brákfur. My father and him served together for numerous years. It’s great to finally meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” I shook Gellir’s hands, admiring the strength he had.

“That was intrepid of you for standing up for Róstran.”

“Thanks.”

“Ahem,” Lárus interrupted.

Gellir shifted his eyes toward my sibling. “You must be Kaera’s twin brother, Lárus.” He extended his hand for a shake. “Pleasure to meet you.”

Lárus accepted it. “Same here.” Something about his voice and visage seemed off, but I was distracted by Gellir’s comeliness.

“I’ll see you around, Kaera,” Gellir enunciated as he waved farewell.

“I’ll see you also,” I responded. I couldn’t believe that somebody with the pulchritude and status like Gellir gave me recognition. Did he flirt? Did his initial interaction with me count as flirting? I hoped my interaction with him was more significant than a rudimentary greeting. I thought about Gellir throughout the rest of school, on the ride back home, and for a few minutes inside the mansion until my brother interrupted my woolgathering on the couch.

“I don’t trust him,” Lárus uttered, snarling.

I strongly suspected who Lárus referred to, which caused my petulance to spike. “Oh, come on, Lárus.”

“I’m serious, Kaera.”

“You’re just envious that someone just as husky of a stud as you has the hots towards your twin sister.”

“It’s not jealousy; it’s protectiveness. Something about Gellir doesn’t sit right with me, and I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“He didn’t seem that way upon first impressions. You don’t see me warning you about Ásyvör.” I suppressed the sudden rise of anger. “Besides, you said we would find somebody during out Mating Ceremony and the sooner the better.”

“That doesn’t mean we should throw all of our devotion to the first person that makes you moist or causes me to get a boner.”

I bared my teeth on the side of my mouth away from my brother. “It’s none of your business of who I should be with, anyway.”

“Just be careful.”

It was one of those nights where sleep was elusive, and my heat wasn’t the culprit. Initially, my dream was romantic, even with the struggle of replacing a character with another individual. Then, the same nightmare of being alone was back, with slight variations. I woke up every time the incubus came. I supposed I was a vottur’s favorite plaything for a while. My bladder decided to ally itself with the creature in an effort to purloin rest from me.

I decided to check on Róstran after using the bathroom. Perhaps, he could use some company. I could use one which wouldn’t be from my consanguineous sibling. Gently knocking on the door resulted in a drastic reaction on the other side, perceiving frantic movement and shuffling until they suddenly came to a standstill.

“Come in,” I heard Róstran articulate.

I entered Róstran’s chamber, detecting a hint of his essence that wasn’t there previously. “Interested in having company for tonight?”

“What for?” Róstran sounded skittish, just a smidgen. The light provided a visual representation of his timidity.

“You had a rough day. I’m having an equally rough night. Having someone to cuddle with did the trick for similar situations, and Lárus is too enervated to answer my knocks unless I use a battering ram.”

“Sure, I would appreciate it.” Róstran must’ve acclimated to beholding me naked because he didn’t request that I put on at least a panty with or without a bra.

I slid onto the left side of Róstran’s bed, noticing him still a bit pusillanimous as his eyes darted wildly between me and all over the room. I figured he was timorous about the intimacy, so I made sure my back pressed against him, sensing enough of his pilose body to know he was topless— certainly a surprise. Another surprise was feeling him envelop me in his arms, and I rolled over to entwine him in my upper appendages. The warm feeling I sensed felt like a link to a chain of something that felt right.
