Chapter 40: My Asylum
 
(Norweth 16th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)
 
Where did time go? I recollected people coming and going and myself meandering only inside the house. Even the walks were fugacious, only to enter the bathroom or obtain pabulums. Who knew that spending most of the day weeping inside my room would fly so fast.

I was such a nincompoop, and I execrated myself for it. I should’ve noticed that Gellir wasn’t what he was masquerading himself to be. Lárus, Hjálmveig, Róstran— they were right. The books and homework piled up after they and Manasína dropped them in my bedroom, doing their best to boost my morale. My consanguineous sibling snuck in the past few nights and slid into my bed, doing nothing more than being company. I felt safe around him; he was my asylum. I gradually grew closer to him and spent most of my sleep embracing him.

My body became odiferous, so I went to the bathroom. I looked at the mirror and frowned while water filled the tub. My cunt had the blatant indicator that someone knotted me, a deed I couldn’t rewind and undo. I didn’t suffer the castigation mom got when she lost her virginity before her Mating Ceremony, but that didn’t diminish the ineffable feeling that was like a chunk of lead in my stomach. The especial gift for a particular somebody was gone without my approval. I would bear that reminder until my life expired, and I was in the middle of my estrus cycle.

I entered the bathtub once it was full, sinking into the water until my lips were just an iota above it. The duration was ephemeral, my ears detecting agog knocks on the door. They belonged to Lárus.

“Let me in, Kaera, please,” he beseeched, whining with turmoil. “My stomach is about to blow.”

I got up and quickly opened the door. Lárus barged in, hastily lowered his habiliments at the toilet, and ensconced on it, sighing with relief. Mephitic stench assaulted my nostrils seconds later, impelling me to pinch them as I returned to the tub. I combatted the fetor with some puissant soap, and bubbly aiguilles formed on the water’s surface. I kept glancing at him, feeling warm butterflies each time, the same ones I perceived before the incident with his tail, which I knew now the appendage came with that feature.

I noticed my brother vacate the unsanitary throne out of the corner of my eye. “Lárus.”

He paused, tilting his head at me. “Yes, Kaera?”

I extended my left metacarpus at Lárus, beckoning him over with it. “Can you sit right here, please?” I patted the side of the tub, and he planted his fundament right there. We remained motionless in silence. “I’m such a dumbass.”

“Yeah, you are.”

I glared at my brother. “Thanks, “ I articulated sarcastically.

Lárus stretched his arms. “I’m also in the same boat as you. I went out with Ásyvör.”

“But you broke up with her.”

Lárus rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I did.”

I looked at the water. “And you must’ve had tons of girls at your finger tips.”

“Not exactly.”

My eyes darted up. “Really?”

Lárus shrugged. “A majority of them just didn’t click with me after observing them for a few minutes, but the ones that did pique my interest didn’t accept my advances even with me on the school’s team.”

“Oh.”

Lárus extended his legs. “Love’s a fickle bitch.”

I snorted. “You said it.”

“It clouds our judgement.” I shot daggers at Lárus despite him being right. “People don’t have the benefit of having the litter to pick. Makes me wonder if the Mating Ceremony’s flawed.”

“Mom and dad don’t think so.”

“They’re probably the rare exceptions. I suspect most just tolerate each other for the pups and be in line with the law instead of pure affection.”

I blushed as I looked at my feet underneath the water. “So, when you tried to stop me from… you know.”

I noticed Lárus turned to me from my peripheral vision, so I turned to face him. “I meant every word. Every thing real about you is what I want in another partner, and you just click in way no other girl could.” He also blushed. “My love for you goes beyond being siblings. Family or not, I want to cherish you as my mate and raise pups. I will protect you and make you happy, and I don’t care how wrong society thinks of us. If you just want us to be brother and sister, I’ll accept it, but I had to get my feelings out there.”

I only took a few seconds to reach my conclusion, and I grabbed Lárus’s right arm, pulling him closer for an osculation. The amatory sparks from before were present and stronger than ever. The world evanesced until it was just us, and I was glad he read my mind and went further with the kisses. I didn’t know how long I held my breath, but I deeply insufflated my lungs after we parted our lips. “Thank you for coming to my rescue, and I want us to be mates, too. I realize now that you are the one meant for me, even with the bumps we had. I’m sorry for yanking your tail, and I want to carry many litters of your pups.”

We smooched as we went to my atramentous bedroom, lit only by the moon, after I got out of the tub, kicking the door to my chamber shut. The bedsheet became damp from the saturated fur. The sensation I felt was redolent of the time we had sex for the first time, except for the jitters, and that made me jocund. I hadn’t realized how much I missed his taste as we wrestled our tongues, inhaling his scent also. It was facile to place the pieces together to conjure the image of my infatuation.

Lárus explored my physique with his fingers. We embraced each other, and I wanted his fur on me. My hands went underneath his shirt, languorously pulling it up. He caught on and did the rest of the work, tossing it somewhere in my crepuscular room. I nipped him, hearing guttural grunts of approval, yet he retarded his force.

My brother still had a predilection for my breasts, giving them pecks. The nipples were from my heat and sensitive in a way that titillated me when he pinched and pulled. He was delicate with cosseting the rest of my mammillae, and we became tangled with our limbs. The fabric covering his fundament was a besetment, so I loosened his pants. He caught on to my desire and shimmied out of his trousers, tossing them abaft with one hand while nibbling my visage.

I discovered my brother wore his jockstrap from Mettevéúrokkig matches while attempting to remove it, so I left it in place. I played with the bands while satiating my lust for his glutes. He remained composed after I brushed against his tail, and I would’ve gone all the way if he hadn’t given his stern look, telling me to stop before I got ahead of myself. I grinned at him. He still was solicitous about my eudemonia despite exhausting his amatory fuel that built up from the extended interregnum.

I transmigrated my hands to the pouch that coddled Lárus’s package. I massaged it, pulling the sack down. His huge sheath and testicles still bedeviled me even though I knew another behemoth, and his mucronate tip was exposed. My mouth salivated at his odor and concentrated essence, going in for a sample. I went inside his sheath and gave his penis a handjob, tugging his gonads also while reaching behind him. His precum was a welcome sapor, and he bucked into my countenance.

Lárus repeatedly bucked his hips and eventually evinced shreds of evidence of an upcoming crescendo. I pulled out and opened my muzzle, rapidly flicking his glans with my tongue. His penis landed in my cleavage, so I pressed my tits against it, substituting them for my hands. White, viscose, and agglutinative batter shot right between my eyes, coevally with his animalistic grunts and rapid humps. Some landed on my tongue while the rest painted my face and bosoms.

“This is a lot of spunk,” I uttered, holding my sibling’s squirting dick.

A salty shot hit my throat, nearly gagging me. The discharges simmered to where I could handle the remainder in my muzzle. I guzzled them, yet Lárus kept cumming. He had paroxysms every time I jacked him off. How many payloads are in those balls? I thought. Did he refrain from masturbating since he terrified me? If that was the case, I cogitated who would have the most copious ejaculations: Lárus with the longer period of abstemiousness and being a pure Direfenri, dad with a shorter duration but with the constant edging and cock-blocking from mom, or Róstran and his enormous testes and prick.

The ejaculations reduced to a trickle, and I continued to nurse on my twin brother’s penis. That gave me a false sense of security when I handled his knot. The agglutinative torrent aggrandized again like the reduction was just a reuse, or he was hypersensitive that I triggered another orgasm before the first climax deliquesced. I had to pull out, retaining a hefty load in my mouth. I guided his flailing dick to my vagina, inserting it within my nether lips while it still ejected jizz. It remained there, filling and expanding my uterus to where my omphalos distended.

I waited until I was certain Lárus was done cumming. He appeared to be cognizant of where he was, and I went to kiss him, swapping semen between us. I thought I triggered another orgasmic surge as he stirred my twat while we osculated, surceasing when we swallowed his sperm.

“Wow.” Lárus spoke, chuckling.

“You acted like you hardly came in months,” I responded, sensing the semen trickling out of the vacuities in my vagina.

Lárus nodded. “That’s because I didn’t— not even a single instance of jerking myself.”

I raised my eyebrows. “Not even Ásyvör?”

Lárus shook his head. “Not her either. To be honest, I had been saving myself in case I repaired the damage. I’m sorry for scaring you, by the way.”

“Apology accepted.” I observed him fretting while ogling my inguinal region. “Don’t worry.” I showed him his exposed knot and the semen that flowed out of the disconnection, shrinking the tumescence on my paunch, and he sighed with relief.

We remained where we were for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow by caressing each other. I felt my brother finally pull out. “Your turn.”

I was procumbent on my bed after Lárus flipped us over. My primary nipples and secondary dyads received graces of his tongue while his fingers infiltrated my snatch. He scraped the salty vestiges inside and offered them for us to divide equally. The long caesura didn’t erase his mental map of my anatomy as he quickly got my ambrosia to flow, the sacchariferous flavor taking over the salty taste. My breaths quickened, and my snatch contracted on his digits despite the remedy for my heat.

Lárus descended down my body and spread my vulva open. I had a smidgen of embarrassment as he ogled his handiwork. He dove right in, and his tongue caressed my cervix. The rapid flicks tickled and titillated me. I pinned his head against my pussy, cajoling him to give me the sensation I craved for. The sparks had a different puissance behind them when I compared him to the devil, my former boyfriend. I noticed my arousal inundated his physiognomy regardless of how far the beatific miasma was.

I scratched Lárus’s head while his mouth performed magic on my muliebrity. He appeared so ebullient and jocund about rekindling the special inferno between us. My legs wrapped around him. I sensed him include my clitoris, triggering me to grind my groin against his maw. I wondered if he would go ahead and shove me into the orgasmic abysm or hebetudinously build to the climacteric goal. Both were fine although I supplicated to Faer for the former.

To my delight, my cognate inamorato went with the first option, as he didn’t pause his tender assault on my pearl. I barely registered his slurps before my hormones erupted. The orgasm was more magical than the other times I had with someone else, and he had a blatant indicator when I was able to descry him, beholding my nectar dripping from him like a torrential downpour caught him. He did what I did to him when we shared our first intercourse together, sharing the ambrosial flood in his mouth.

“That was magical,” Lárus spoke, chuckling and grinning.

I reciprocate the smile to him. “Indeed, it was.”

Lárus plopped next to me, leaning against the board of my bed. “Where do you want to go to next?”

“All the way,” I immediately vociferated.

Lárus gave me a quizzical expression. “Even the knot?”

“Yes.” I instantly sucked my lips. “Er, on second thought— would you be willing to stick it up my ass and fill me with your cream that way?”

Lárus displayed subtle signs of disquietude. “Sure… if that’s what you want.”

“I do want you in my pussy, but,” I grabbed my brother’s pecker, “how would you explain the permanent alteration to your penis?”

“Wurf.” Lárus thumped his tail. “Let’s stick with your vagina first. I’ll warn you when I’m close, and you can decide from there.”

I nodded. “Agreed.”

Lárus patted his lap. “I’ll let you have control.”

“Alright.”

I straddled Lárus's prick, staring at the snow falling directly outside my window into the caliginous environment. My hands were on his shoulders, and his metacarpi were on my hips, our eyes staring straight at each other. Amorous warmth enveloped me from his grin, and I descended on his phallus. The tip of his spear just passed my vulva and labia. Pestilential memories of that day launched an incursion into my mind, causing me to freeze. I felt minacious arms come from behind and hug me, sensing Gellir’s incorporeal presence on my nude frame, and I recalled him purloining my virginity. I thought about abandoning the mission, and Lárus caressed my rump.

“I’m right here with you, Kaera,” Lárus spoke.

I took a breath before I inserted my brother’s cock in my slit. “Fuck,” I repeated as I slowly got reacquainted with his spear, miscalculating its proportions. Once again, I stayed put to acclimate to having a claymore in my vagina. He behaved himself this time, remaining palsied instead of writhing in place. His eyes were circumspect about my well-being despite handing the reins to me.

I moved my hips up and down, sensing my nether lips and meaty walls conform to the fluctuations in the amount of nihility in my vagina. Faer, did I underestimate how much I actually craved his penis caressing all the right spots down there. I exhaled dithyrambic groans each time he filled me with his virile meat. My arousal did its province, allowing for smoother insertions and withdrawals, and I got into a steady rhythm.

Lárus was satisfied with my demeanor as his hands migrated up my physique to my breasts. I paused with his dick in my snatch, bending forward. His face went in between them, and I hit gold. He ebulliently lapped away and forced them to smother him, cosseting them also. I gyrated my hips while I waited for him to cloy himself of them, yipping stentorianly from a sudden convulsion.

My connate sibling’s hands became shields. I sought refuge whenever Gellir or his teammates popped into my head. The invisible hands gave me horripilation and sent shivers down my spine. My brother sensed those demons and knew the right touches as a panacea, giving me reassuring beams.

I went upright and resumed my thrusts once Lárus satiated himself of my bosoms. Since I had control, it was my job to ensure he had maximum enjoyment out of this. I sensed the change in his sinew, breaths, and hand movements, adjusting accordingly to them. His knot and testicles were my answers to his needs, and he was effervescent.

Lárus gradually got more assertive. His thrusts got more puissant, frequent, and erratic. I was near my apogee, so I became more audacious, getting dangerously close to the precipice where he would claim me as his spouse. Surely, he had the wherewithal and courtesy to alert me of his imminent orgasm. My pussy lips stretched wider to accommodate more of the turbid portion, yet that was the impetus for my ascension.

“Kaera,” Lárus warned beatifically.

I pulled out at the last second, and Lárus whimpered as his phallus twitched. We were both near our acmes, so I instinctively forced us into the sixty-nine position with me on the top. He got me to drench his face with nectar first. Then, I inundated our first coat of cum that ossified with another batch of spunk, making sure his frame got its fair share.

We rolled to our sides after my brother finished his ejaculations, basking in the afterglow. Our hands were on each other’s chests, and I perceived his heartbeat. I felt terrific as I stared at my cum-stained vagina, but I wasn’t sated yet. The penetrations exacerbated my craving for his knot inside me, and there was one orifice suitable for it currently.

“How are you feeling?” Lárus inquired, staring at me.

I nuzzled him and caressed his bare chest, beholding his wounds. “Spectacular.”

He reciprocated the nuzzle, rubbing my back. “I’m glad. Are you still steadfast about having me inside your anus?”

I kissed Lárus on his lips. “Yes.”

Lárus sighed. “Alright. You’re the expert on this; do I need to do any preparations?”

I glanced at his penis, observing its slickness from my arousal and his pre and actual cum. “We anointed your dick sufficiently that it should slide in my tail-hole. My anus could use some foreplay just to be safe.”

Lárus nodded. “What do I need to do?”

I crawled on top of him, presenting my pucker to him. “You can loosen my taint with your fingers, make it slick with your tongue, or, for the best result, both.

“I’ll do both because your safety is paramount to me.”

I turned my head to Lárus. “It shouldn’t take long to loosen up, and you know I just bathed.”

Lárus nodded again. “I know.”

I heard my brother work up the courage as I manipulated his shaft out of his jockstrap. I sensed one finger enter my asshole while I cajoled it out of its sheath with my touches, dragging his balls and scrotum upward before releasing them. My suspicion was correct. Additional digits easily went in, and I perceived them part my sphincter.

“Here I go.” Lárus sighed.

His tongue went inside my anus—not just licking the outer ring— deep into my rectum. I glanced at his pucker exposed by his jockstrap’s waistbands, diving right in. I wanted to requite my brother, so I had some work. Lárus had a reaction, although it didn’t create a lacuna.

I had grown accustomed to the gamey taste and observed some subtleties in Lárus’s sapor, but thank Faer for having him cleanse his taint recently, giving me an adventitious opportunity. His tail-hole constricted as I licked it repeatedly. Coevally, I heartily stroked his penis, eventually getting it to eruct precum like a geyser. Slowly, I made progress, getting closer to enervating his derriere, and I added his briny essence to the salmagundi of flavor.

My agnate sibling must’ve taken inspiration from me as he got my clitoris involved with his fingers. I writhed and forcefully pressed my fundament against his muzzle. That and his rimjob both surceased as I made him climax again seconds after my tongue reached his rectum. I held his cock tightly while it pulsated, and semen rained down on us.

I decided that was sufficient for Lárus to not do considerable deleteriousness to me when his greatsword entered my posterior aperture, so I got off his face. “That should do.”

Lárus licked his chops of whatever amount of my nectar remained. “Ok. That means.”

“It is time.”

Lárus acknowledged with a nod. “Alert me when it becomes too much.”

“I will.” I went into my portion of the doggystyle position, arching my tail up. “Take it slow.”

“Alright.”

I clenched the sheet and blankets as Lárus’s cuspidated tip prodded my anus. He took my exhortation to heart and went as phlegmatic as possible. His pecker’s girth forced me to enlarge my eyes despite his celerity. I glanced back once he stopped, and I felt the bulbous end of his member.

“Holy shit,” I uttered in stupefaction.

Lárus had his closed, his teeth clenched, and he whined positively. “Fucking Faer, you’re tighter back here than your pussy.”

“The hard part’s over. Just take it easy and savor the moment.”

“Sure thing, sister.”

My breasts swung like a pendulum as Lárus fucked my ass and fondled them. I recollected my contretemps around a week ago. All the dyads of hands groped me. Every prick entered each entrance multitudinously. Gellir peculated my chastity… and Róstran.

“How’s Róstran?” I inquired the second he popped into my brain.

“He’s not himself ever since a week ago,” my brother grunted while perforating me.

I flattened my ears in chagrin. “Oh.”

“It’s like he reverted back to the old ways— like introductions old, but worse.”

“That probably explained why he hadn’t offer his condolences as often compared to you and the others.” I yelped, sensing my pearl’s stimulation. “We should see him.”

Lárus aggrandized his power. “Hopefully, our bond with him didn’t suffer a major catastrophe.”

“I hope so, too.”

Lárus flipped me to the procumbent position, and I beheld him intercalate his phallus in my pucker again. I had my metacarpi on his glutes, squeezing them and snapping his jockstrap’s waistbands. It was easier, thanks to him holding me tightly on my back. He was in his protective mode. I exhaled rapturously as multifarious demons led by Gellir ricocheted off his invisible barrier, nibbling his right ear to entice him further. He admonished me gently when I got precariously near his tail, telling me tonight wasn’t the opportune moment.

The times he came earlier had his penis effete, requiring more time and effort to get him to ejaculate in my rectum and knot me. However, I had climaxes after crescendos, feeling rhapsodic he retained the knowledge of allowing his partner to achieve multiple orgasms before he did. The adulteration to their vigor was imperceptible. The bed coverings needed a strategy of how to wash them quickly without alerting anyone in the house.

Lárus had me in a different position, having him cross his legs while I ensconced on his lap. My arms and legs had a death grip on him. I prepared myself, detecting indicators his orgasm was on the horizon and approaching swiftly. His speed accelerated, and he pressed his laniaries on the left side of my neck. I attached my carnassial to the right half of his neck as recompense. The knot went in with a sudden pop, finally completing me, and I sensed his jizz before my nth crescendo arrived.

We hadn’t altered our position aside from Lárus resting his back on my pillows, and I beamed with genuine affection and admiration toward him, beholding his knot inside my asshole. “I love you, Lárus,” I uttered sincerely.

“I love you, too, Kaera,” Lárus responded in an unfeigned tone, “and I sincerely mean that as a mate instead of familial obligations.”

“Ditto.” I nuzzled against him. “I love you as a sibling, but you’re much more than that. I want us to be mates as much as you do, and I won’t allow anything to hinder our path.”

Lárus reciprocated the gesture. “Likewise.”

Our afterglow swiftly shattered, and we turned to the door right as we perceived it shut.
