Chapter 58: The Direfenri of the Hour


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My dream began with me waking up with my twin mate-to-be. Already, I found out I was back at home in my chambers. We left and smelled breakfast, and Róstran came out of his room, yawning and stretching. The lovable runt was naked and sporting a gargantuan morning wood.

“Morning,” I uttered, grinning. “Happy birthday!”

“Happy birthday!” Lárus spoke warmly, wagging his tail.

“Thanks,” Róstran responded, rubbing his eyes. He stretched again and displayed his erection. His nostrils flared. “No way!”

Lárus and I sprinted after Róstran bolted down the hall and stairs. We caught up in the kitchen. Mom was in the middle of preparing breakfast. Her back was toward us, and she wore only a jockstrap. Dad adjoined her, helping assemble the pabulums. He, too, had his back facing us and wore a red, silky bra and panties. Dágfárik, Rýnaki, Ingileif, Æsignís, and Hrafnir were setting the table, and they also crossdressed in similar attire to the parents. The only differences were Rýnaki and Hrafnir wearing one-piece lingeries.

Hrafnir acknowledged us. “Morning. You woke up just in time.”

“Why the heterodox habiliments today?” Róstran catechized, his tail conveying his validation to the choice.

Dad turned around, carrying the torrid pan to the table, and his panty was crotchless and displaying his genitals. “It’s for your momentous day, today. It’s also usually a way a Fenri to display affection, and we know you have a proclivity for crossdressing.”

“And why the exiguity? The only reason why you wear such revealing raiments is when,” Róstran paused and hebetudinously nodded, “you’re particularly oversexed.”

Dad nodded too, licking his chops at his wife, offspring and their spouses, me and Lárus, and Róstran. “Indubitably, and I’m feeling incredibly horny.” He transferred the comestibles to the individual plates, and gesticulated over to where the presents, lubricious clothing, and miscellaneous items were with his head. “You can scour the underwear over there and pick which one to wear after you’re done eating, Lárus and Kaera.” We nodded, and he turned to Róstran. “And you can open your gifts, too.”

Róstran nodded and swallowed. “Ok, dad. What about the lecherous undergarments?”

“You’ll have plenty of opportunity.” Dad wiggled his eyebrows.

The salmagundi of meat, starch, and egg didn’t last at all from the rapacious horde even though the portion sizes were inordinately humongous for each individual. Soon, everybody eructed sequentially, and Lárus patted his omphalos. “Faer, I’m stuffed. I probably can last the whole day or week without needing to feast on another dish.”

“That’s the whole point,” mom uttered. “We don’t want to take away as much time from Róstran as possible.” She got up, gathered the empty plates, and placed them in the sink.

“Which begins now,” dad added while vacating the table.

Lárus and I scoured the sultry underwear in the pile after breakfast, selecting our attire for the entire duration of the conviviality. No doubt the celebration would evolve to be quite the orgiastic bacchanal shortly. I joined the other females in wearing a jockstrap while Lárus wore a bra and panties like the other masculine members in the house aside from Róstran. My jockstrap was dark blue for the pouch, white for the straps, and had “Hellhound” written on the waistband. Lárus’s underwear had leopard spots and trace amounts of lace.

Róstran opened his gifts sequentially after the givers gave him them. His tail wagged, and he beamed when the initial round was nothing but effeminate undergarments and lingeries. He was jocund when he modeled every set in front of everyone. I beheld him furtively add some erotic poses and movements such as flaunting his fundament, giving us decent eye-candies. The greatest eye-candy was him parading his anus and bare ass while wearing a bright pink, lacy jockstrap that had the pouch to accommodate his well-endowed crotch. He scored several pairs each of epicene underwear and sexy lingerie and settled on wearing his new cyan bra and panties.

The following rounds of gifts were within Róstran’s sphere of interest. As usual, he received more Champions of Noß packs to open and some literature set within the game’s realm. He flipped through the pages, oohing and awing at the enlarged drawings of prominent characters. It took a herculean effort to pry his eyes off and have him focusing on the other presents, which were art equipment.

Róstran glanced at the remaining gifts in the pile. “What about those?”

Mom glanced to where Róstran gesticulated at. “They’ll come later. Right now,” she smirked and knelt to his level, “it’s time for this next set of gifts. How shall we serve you, Alpha?”

Róstran blushed at his new sobriquet, squirming while mom suckled his bulge. “I presupposed we can inaugurate this round with the masculine members with me and the feminine  members in a segregated group.” Mom nodded and went to where the other females and I gathered.

Dad replaced mom and stroked Róstran’s ginormous erect penis while the rest of the males convoked around them. “What do you want us to do, Alpha?”

Róstran tensed up. “You and my brothers can gangbang me while mom and others get each other wet.”

I congregated with mom, Æsignís, and Ingileif ,and we began the preliminary stages of fornication, smooching and caressing one another. I primarily focused on my mother, fondling her breasts while she played with my dyad. Æsignís was with her niece, Ingileif, and performed similar actions to her muliebrity. I reached down and rubbed mom’s vulva behind her jockstrap, barely inserting a finger in her vagina. I perceived her fingers stretch my jockstrap and burrow into my cunt and nearly imploded when she nailed my g-spot.

I glanced over and beheld what Róstran got himself into. He had Hrafnir’s and Dágfárik’s penises in his hands. My connate brother penetrated his posterior, and Róstran had dad’s phallus in his mouth. Rýnaki somehow managed to get him and himself to mutually dock each other. He had a blithe expression, and his tail was at max speed.

“Fucking Faer!” Rýnaki exclaimed. “Why didn’t you tell me taking your massive cock would feel like this, Róstran?” Róstran uttered jumbled words while fellating dad.

I jumped from mom sending another burst of ecstasy. “Mom!” I drawled out.

Mom chuckled. “We’re all adults here, so there’s no need to address me as your mother. Call me Hlédís.”

“That goes for me, too, Ingileif,” Æsignís uttered, vigorously fingering Ingileif’s twat. “You don’t have to address me as your aunt.”

“Same with you, boys,” dad enunciated, humping Róstran’s maw. “Refer to me as Brákfur.”

Since Hlédís was agog to escalate the lascivious tension, I reciprocated the exact vigor on her pussy. Hearing her utter about treating her as an ordinary adult and not my birth mother added more eroticism to the taboo. I felt her sacchariferous nectar suffuse my fingers and her masculine underwear, sensing my essence adhere to my jockstrap’s pouch too. My nether lips flowed like a cataract. She knelt and drank my secretions, dragging her tongue over my underwear.

Before I knew it, I was in the 69-position with Hlédís, laying on her omphalos. She was just as wet as I was. I savored her superfluity of droplets on my tongue. When it became a drought, I went for the flavor imbued in her jock, feeling her feminine boner with my tongue. I sensed her tunnel clench despite not having a body part inside. She requited me equally with every move I made on her. I licked directly on her mound, she flicked her tongue on my vagina. I mixed the nectarous juices with the musky, gamey flavor of her anus, she rimmed me. It was the same when I loosened her taint further with my fingers.

I shot my vaginal juices like a male ejaculating semen, and they spread wide, enveloping Hlédís’s countenance. I received a fusillade of ambrosia from her. We shouted each other’s name as we came, and I shuddered and collapsed on her. I beheld Æsignís and Ingileif in the 69-position, too, and gave her an expression, and she immediately ratiocinate my intention, nodding.

We transmigrated over to them. I anchored my mouth on Æsignís’s taint and wiggled my tongue into her rectum.. Hlédís buried her visage into Ingileif’s tail-hole. I had moments where my tongue collided against Ingileif’s tongue. I gripped my sister-in-law’s maw and held it open, sharing the taste of Æsignís’s anus with her. Ingileif quavered beatifically, and Æsignís did too, beguiling me to believe they had an orgasm. I beheld no supererogation in vaginal secretions. My eyes darted at Hlédís, observing her copying my move. The sister-in-laws actually shuddered from us sharing the taints’ flavor with them.

I vigorously fingered Æsignís’s nether orifices, and Hlédís replicated on Ingileif. I perceived sounds of males cumming and observed the agglutinative, white mess all over Róstran’s body. Spurred by the orgasms and him snowballing the salty cream with Brákfur, I doubled my effort. A sacchariferous stream shot in between my eyes, and I braced for the full deluge. The force was puissant, easily overcoming the jockstrap’s pouch soaking up some of Æsignís’s secretion. She howled, followed by Ingileif, and they collapsed.

I spread my vagina open in front of Róstran, and the other females did likewise, demonstrating our promptitude to him. “We’re ready, Alpha. What is your next command?” I spoked, sucking the ambrosial piquancy off my other hand.

Róstran beckoned Hlédís with a finger. “Come here.” He yipped as his penis became from Rýnaki’s sheath and resumed orally sharing jizz with Brákfur. Only Lárus remained hilted to him.

Hlédís ambulated to Róstran and straddled his hulking pecker, holding it. The acicular tip barely kissed her nether lips. “You have no idea how long I yearned to have your penis in my cunt, Róstran.”

“Sounds like you have a future mate in my wife for your Mating Ceremony,” Brákfur taunted playfully. “Luckily, I’m more of the munificent type.”

“How magnanimous of you, Brákfur,” Róstran uttered, resuming the creamy oscillations.

Hlédís appeared worried while staring at the erection in her left hand. “Although I’m having doubts about my capabilities with huge dicks with this one.”

Brákfur snickered. “A penis the queen herself can’t handle? I’ve seen everything now.”

Hlédís tilted her head at Brákfur with an expression that conveyed the challenge was accepted. “Keep it up, Bráksy, and I’ll make you such a cuck that you’ll lose your rank as Alpha and be a Beta or even an Omega.” She insufflated deeply, move her jockstrap’s pouch aside, and held her breath, wincing as she inserted Róstran’s prick into her pussy. Her nether lips slowly expand and swallow it, taking several caesuras. “Faer, this phallus is beyond standards even for a Direfenri. It’s on par with an Eqyn’s penis or even an actual horse’s cock.”

“And I’m cocksure I’m an unadulterated Direfenri,” Róstran stammered, evanescing from Hlédís’s pussy gripping his shaft.

Hlédís’s vagina touched Róstran’s knot, the finish line for now. “Go steady on me for now, Róstran. Give me time to adjust to your penis.”

“Will do.” Róstran glanced to his siblings and Brákfur, directing them in my direction. “Enjoy the junket with them while I’m preoccupied. Get them loosened up as much as possible.”

Róstran hugged Hlédís paunch while tenderly perforating her slit. I beheld the phallic turbidity travel up her belly as he thrust forward, and he barely exposed a quarter of his shaft before shoving it back in. She appeared rapt, timing her breaths to lessen his efficacious thrusts. Lárus played with her folds and rubbed her clitoris.

Rýnaki and Dágfárik were with Ingileif and Æsignís, respectively. Brákfur and Hrafnir were with me, the former at my nether region and the latter at my muzzle. I gasped as Brákfur filled my rectum with his sausage and took Hrafnir’s pecker immediately after. The burn in my fundament was pleasant thanks to my acclimation. They teetered on the edge of caring and treating me like a toy. Both options were amicable to me. They were nonvocal and almost behaved like wild animals.

Hrafnir allowed me to fellate him by stopping the face-fucking. I put my experience to work. My tongue wrapped around his penis as I moved my head forward and backward. He caressed my right cheek, and I grinned. I added vibrations from my vocals, and he approved, shooting precum down my throat. His legs quavered as I nibbled on his knot, and more pre fell on my face.

My anus clenched hard. Brákfur growled and humped me hard, grabbing my hips like a feral doing doggystyle. I heard the domino effect of orgasms. First it was Dágfárik. Then it was Rýnaki. I felt both knots enter me, followed by the hot sensation of semen flowing forth. I glanced at Róstran while waiting for deliverance. Róstran strained himself but manage to tie Hlédís. It took awhile for the protuberance from his cum to dominate the tumescence from his hulking dick on her belly, and Lárus pulled his penis out of Róstran’s asshole.

Hlédís looked dazed, enervated, and satiated for now. Still had the vigor to rub her consanguineous scion’s jizz over his shaft as it extravasated out of Róstran’s taint, licking some of it off her fingers Lárus carefully shifted the knotted duo around to where he had access to the cum-leaking pucker and feasted on it. Róstran moaned audibly from the rimming and a wide, beatific smile. My twin brother crawled over to them once the well dried up, sharing his virile cream with them orally and fondling her breasts. Sequentially, the knots softened to commence liberation.

“Hydration break,” Brákfur uttered, heading to where the beverages were.

“Even though we already imbibed several cups earlier,” Róstran inquired, arching an eyebrow.

Brákfur poured a drink for himself. “Need to maintain our hydration levels for the rest of the saturnalia today, especially for some acts.”

Róstran nodded and stood up. “Then, I want your posterior, Brákfur.”

Brákfur smacked and rubbed his panty-covered rump, tilted his head at Róstran, and licked his lips. “I’m all yours, Alpha.” We satiated our thirst, and Róstran stood behind him, pulled his panties aside, and eased into his anus. He arched his head to the sky. “Awoo! That’s it, Alpha! Claim your prize!”

Róstran squeezed Brákfur’s feminine undergarments and glutes. “And it’s packaged exquisitely.”

Brákfur masturbated. “Only the nonpareil for you to show my affection, Alpha.”

Róstran slapped Brákfur’s hands. “Hands off!”

“Alright, Alpha!” Brákfur immediately vociferated.

Hlédís growled approvingly from her concupiscence, expressing dominance. “I’m liking the evolution.” My libido approved also.

“Want to keep everyone in line?” Róstran inquired, starting to move his hips.

Mom nodded. “With pleasure.” She separated from the group, heading up the stairs. “I’ll be back shortly.”

Róstran’s hefty testicles slapped Brákfur’s butt as he got his rhythm going. The force was too much for Brákfur, impelling the larger Alpha to his hands and knees. He held him tightly around the throat while fornicating. I beheld Brákfur’s erect penis engorge more heavily from the savagery. It was cajoling hard for more stimulation, but he spanked Brákfur in every attempt to do so. In an inexorable act, he created a temporary cessation whenever he surmised abusing the prostate was close to sending Brákfur into an orgasm. Then, he would pound him some more.

Hlédís returned, and she wasn’t wearing her jockstrap. Instead, she wore a one-piece lingerie, one that was blue and black, exposing her cleavage and belly. Her bottom attire was redolent of her masculine underwear, but it was a strap-on, and the dildo-portion was huge and shaped like an Eqyn’s penis. She had a bag of other dildos to attach to other strap-ons she brought. They each had an attachment for ejecting fake cum,  and there were other toys to enact debauchery with.

Róstran extended his right hand out to Hlédís. “Hand me a collar and leash.”

“As you wish, Alpha,” Hlédís responded, handing him the items.

Róstran took and began attaching them to Brákfur. “Train the other bitches to serve me.”

Hlédís growled dominantly. “With pleasure.” I witnessed her staring at me.

The leash and collar gave Róstran the ability to choke Brákfur with one hand while perforating him. His free hand gave more stimulation to him by jerking his erection, which was more tumid with blood, had more visible veins, and turned slightly blue. Brákfur thought he was munificent though it swiftly became false. The brief periods of interregnum continued, and the added stimulus inflamed the desire to ejaculate and increased the lascivious martyrdom.

My tribulation began, and it quadrated with Lárus’s trial as Hlédís beckoned us. She had him  straddle her artificial cock and commanded me to plant my anus on his dick, having it in my rectum. Her plan was just beginning. I watched Hrafnir and Dágfárik ambulate towards us under her decree. I sucked the former’s penis while the latter filled my slit with sausage. Rýnaki had Róstran’s imprimatur to spitroast Brákfur.

Æsignís and Ingileif ditched their undergarments and attached their strap-ons per Hlédís’s ukase. Lárus had to pause. He moaned as Æsignís joined her in his pucker. That created an opportunity for Ingileif to stymie his vocals by stuffing his visage with faux cock. I mainly sat on his shaft while my other apertures dealt with their own fleshy spears. The lacks of thrusts meant a better sensation of his maleness twitching inside my anal passage. It maintained its erection, perhaps increasing an iota in all dimensions if I ruminated assiduously enough.

“How does it feel to be this much biddable to not one but three bitches?” Mom catechized, making for Æsignís near his rear. He kept yelling jocundly with a dildo in his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I perceived the indicators Lárus had no odium or qualm of his treatment. His precum flooded inside my taint. My paunch would’ve inflated if his knot was within me, which extrinsic forces tried to dragoon it to do. Phlegmatically, it creeped closer to tying me from the combined outside powers thrusting into his rectum. My sphincter stretched further at an identical pace, aggrandizing the burn. The twitches were more frequent and idiosyncratic.

The orgasms came like a domino effect. Surprisingly, it was Dágfárik and Hrafnir jizzing down my throat and in my vagina, respectively, and I enjoyed their masculine cream. I glanced over to where the trio of males were after hearing the next crescendos, observing them in a different position for the spitroast. Brákfur sat on Róstran’s lap, and Rýnaki stood in front Brákfur’s countenance. Róstran was magnanimous and jerked Brákfur’s penis to an orgasm after giving his ass a payload that was the equivalent of several litters for an ordinary Fenri or even a Direfenri. Then, Lárus’s spunk flowed forth and became trapped inside my rump.

I looked at Róstran, and he appeared relieved, but it was a different expression of relief. A stream formed from the sides of Brákfur’s mouth, forming at the chin before suffusing into the bra and eventually the panties. It was pellucid like precum but way more fluid, and Rýnaki sighed with relief. Brákfur also urinated, heavily imbuing pee into his effete underwear.

“Nothing like using someone’s rectum as storage for my piss,” Róstran uttered, rubbing Brákfur’s turgid abdomen. “Must be humiliating have foreign micturition in your ass.”

“Nothing’s opprobrious when it emanates from you, illustrious Alpha,” Brákfur responded, patting his own epigastrium with Róstran.

“Splendiferous feedback. Worthy of being the antiphony for today.” Róstran spanked Brákfur’s fundament, and Brákfur yelped stentorianly.

Hlédís, Ingileif, and Æsignís pulled out of Lárus and denuded their strap-ons. They parted their vulvas, and limpid fluid flowed freely from their urethras. Their piss drenched everyone in the knotted pile. Dágfárik happily took Ingileif’s urine directly down his throat. It replaced the contents of his bladder when he emptied it in my mouth, giving my tastebuds a solid stream of acidic flavor. It was precursor of what was to come.

I sensed the initial hot deluge and Hrafnir’s sigh simultaneously as he micturated in my vagina and uterus, squirming from the grotesque yet atingle burn in my muliebrity. My belly grew further, and I had a suspicion Lárus was not far behind either. I shuddered excitedly about the new level of intimacy from the experience. The scent of pee was the mark of a mated pair. If I lost my virginity without the final step, then I would kiss my life goodbye and say hello to my new kismet. After this round and future rounds, judging by the cornucopia of libation still on the table, I would have everyone here as my mates. Lárus marked his territory in my ass as I prognosticated .The combined penile discharges from him and Hrafnir made my paunch the size of Brákfur’s abdomen back when it was only filled with Róstran’s semen, and I had the urge to release my bladder.

“One of you three come over here,” Róstran commanded my the females aside from me, gesturing with a finger. It was Ingileif who responded. “Lay down in a supine position.”

It took coordination for Róstran and Rýnaki to position Brákfur over Ingileif, and she opened her maw and stuck her tongue out. She received her reward, a hefty cataract of piss and spunk for her tastebuds to enjoy although her entire physiognomy got in on the fun too. The salmagundi began as pure fluid then quickly added creamy globs It evanesced swiftly, going from a constant waterfall to pygmy droplets before more viscid gobs of puppy batter flowed out. When that exhausted itself, Róstran had her toss Brákfur’s salad with her mate licking her cunt.

I noticed Æsignís and Hlédís waiting and panting eagerly for the knots to exit my nether orifices. It was what Róstran wanted, so Hrafnir and Lárus got me into position, a doable a maneuver since Dágfárik pulled out of my muzzle. They met the identical fate with the latter getting the gamey flavor from my anus. The jizz mixed with the urine. The flow reduced to drops. The thicker blobs of sperm flowed until the amount of residuum became insufficient for the momentum.

I expected them to orally pleasure my apertures and cerebrated of urinating on them right now. I glanced down when I perceived no tongues, observing an erotic sight. The maturer females osculated each other, fondling one another’s mammillae. They kept their last amount of salty, bitter mixture in their mouths and swapped between one another. Two loads became one. One would open her mouth for the other to spit the full load directly into. They would kiss before the receiver became the giver, and the cycle continued. The cycle ended with Hlédís releasing it over Æsignís’s breasts before lapping and swallowing it up, and they licked my anus and twat after.

I was the last one who needed to pee and was cogitating of who to do it to, mainly between Lárus and Róstran. I selected Lárus but was perplexed and disappointed in myself for not choosing him immediately. He knew what to do and presented himself. I felt immediately relief as I released my stream all over him, ruminating about my decision. Why was it so arduous to pick the winner just then? Róstran had his unique quirks and charms, but Lárus was my mate-to-be. So, why did I put Róstran on the same dais for a few seconds? The inquest lasted until I drained my bladder and gave Lárus a plenitude of piss to ingurgitate and take a shower coincidentally.

Everyone stripped their urine-infused underwear, so I did likewise. However, Róstran changed into a different attire. He wore black gloves, stockings, lingerie, garter belt and straps, and lacy panties and bra. Dominatrix was the word that instantly struck my mind, a virile, masculine dominatrix with the biggest claymore I ever saw between two legs.

Róstran looked at me hungrily, so I knew what was imminent and got agog for it. He nodded and growled approvingly as ambulated to him, knelt, and presented my assets. “So stupendous having a walking cocksleeve be this obsequious and know her place.”

“You taught me well, Alpha,” I responded, thinking about what his barbaric alter ego would be like if it was ever activated. His peremptory side right now still did the job of getting my vagina moist.

I did what any duteous member of Róstran’s harem would do, start attending to his pulsating penis without hearing any decrees from him. My familiarity was a crucial boon in tackling it I hit all the right notes as I fellated him. At least… that was what I thought I did. I sensed his domineering hands exerting force on my throat to surcease, so I stopped.

“I have something else in mind for you,” Róstran uttered. “A very especial gift just for you The tight, fugacious squeezes filled my body with titillating tingles.

“Anything for you.”

“That’s the reason why you’re the most inimitable bitch in my harem, which is why I have this in store.” Róstran presented a bundle of rope. Before I knew it, I was suspended in the air by it, and it covered me in an intricate web. “Too tight for you?”

My limbs and tail were bound and unable to move. I tested the tightness, feeling a burn that would persist into something more uncomfortable. “Just a little.”

“I’ll adjust, but don’t do anything foolish enough to warrant harsher punishment.”

“Like I would disobey you, Alpha.”

Róstran turned his head to the group while loosening my bindings a smidgen. “As for you— form groups based on sex and fornicate. One male will have to join the females.” That male was Dágfárik, and the females masturbated around him. Hrafnir and Rýnaki were in the sixty-nine position with Brákfur and Lárus perforating their anuses, respectively.

Róstran stymied my ability to speak, eliminated my sense of sight, and attached a collar to me. My vagina swelled with his gargantuan spear. I received astringent pain and heard sharp cracks in the air. He possessed a whip. My present was rough sex, the kind I dream about between sessions with him and/orLárus. A waterfall formed on my inguinal region. I wished I was capable of telling him a way to add extra titillation for this round.

I was simply a cocksleeve for Róstran, an exiguous one at that because of his penis. Every stimulus was more puissant compared to everything I felt from previous sex.Whether it was his power or my restriction remained an enigma .My guts turned from his thrusts. I felt I quaffed a whole keg of booze and gormandized a bounteous feast from a wassail with each insertion into my cunt. His endowment forced me to breathe deeply, which was problematic with the constant pressure from the collar and leash. Yet, he remained fastidious to give me ephemeral clemency and inspect my salubriousness. Since he was one of two individuals I fully trust, I wondered how much more of a brute he could be if he ditched his alter ego and went full primal.

Even though a male Fenri in general could last many more rounds of copulation and have shorter refractory periods between ejaculations compared to other races, Róstran had a while to cum in my uterus. I had multiple orgasms. I quavered and rode through wave after wave as my vagina clenched tightly on his pecker. His lenity didn’t extend to giving me a breather as he pounded my groin during each of my climaxes, which added more to the lustful experience. I was cocksure I left a wide puddle of my nectar. My feet were wet.

I beheld what became of the two groups during my whole ordeal, and they came before Róstran. The females gave Dágfárik a bukkake of their ambrosia. Lárus and Brákfur ejaculated and were already licking their sperm out of Hrafnir’s and Rýnaki’s tail-holes, respectively. My turn eventually arrived, and he tied me further with his meaty knot this time. Each pump was a ceaseless surge unrelenting in its advancement. Despite emptying his balls prior, his payload was the most voluminous thus far, easily dwarfing the combined output of all the Fenri in the world.

The thick, creamy batter was too much for Róstran to handle as he lapped away at my tender twat after he disconnected the vinculum swiftly. I heard heavy splatters of semen impacting the pool of my arousal. My bindings were loosened for my freedom though cicatrixes remained for hopefully at little while longer.

We stopped for comestibles and more drinks before going for the items that had everyone’s interest throughout the incestuous orgy, the potions. Hlédís and Brákfur showed a sample of the first batch, and there was a succession of subtle recoil.

“Whoever drinks this becomes a wild wolf?” Ingileif inquired in a raised voice.

“That’s what it does,” Hlédís answered, taking the concoction back. “Brákfur and I figured we would spare no expenses and through the damn dictums out the window to make the day memorable. Unfortunately, there were only four when we bought them. So, who wants to try them?”

“I’ll do it,” Brákfur offered after no one did. We watched him drink one of the potions, witnessed his physique contort and shrink into a quadrupedal version of himself, and heard him howl.

No one else made a move toward the remaining potions, so Hlédís took one of them. “I’ll give it a shot.” She suffered the same fate as Brákfur, and they wagged their tails.

“It looks like they’re not suffering,” Ingileif uttered after a minute went by. She got up and looked at the label, enlarging her eyes. “A whole hour!” I heard her susurrate. To everyone’s shock, especially Rýnaki, she took the third potion and became a wolf.

“Fuck it,” Dágfárik vociferated and down the final brew before anyone could react.

“That settles it,” Róstran enunciated. “Can you understand me?” He asked in a louder volume to the lupines. They barked and nodded. “Alright.” He got in front of the group, pointing at each of us. “Dágfárik and Ingileif will be with Rýnaki, Æsignís, Hrafnir and Kaera will be with Brákfur, and Lárus and I will be with Hlédís.” We nodded.

I watched everyone get into their designated groups and positions after discussing with Hrafnir and Æsignís. She was the bottom, Brákfur would fuck her, Hrafnir would enter his ass, and I would peg Hrafnir. I stroked my strap-on while observing what the other plans were. Róstran got the opportunity to infiltrate Lárus’s tail-hole while Lárus had his way with Hlédís, and Rýnaki was the cynosure of the bestiality-sandwich with Ingileif and Dágfárik.

I lubed my fake phallus and watched Hrafnir mount feral Brákfur and Æsignís on all four taking Brákfur’s cock in her vagina. It infiltrated without any hiccups. My celerity was slow, testing his pain tolerance. The tightness that affected my effort was the only indicator I could feel.

Hrafnir tilted his head backward. “You don’t have to take it too easy on me, Kaera. I can handle more than you can think.”

I increased my power and now searched for the right angle to hit the organ that reduced the most manly of Fenri to their blubbery state. He appeared to easily find Brákfur’s prostate and brought the wild lupine to his knees. The hind legs were on the verge of imploding.

It looked like no one had any objections to the bestiality, behaving like this round was ordinary coition. Everyone got their rhythm going. Rýnaki relished being sandwiched by two wolves. Mom suffered a case of blissful narcosis.

None were as exultant as Róstran. He had exclusive access to Lárus’s tail-hole, and his girth did a superb job in ruining it. His behavior was an unadulterated brute, the kind that resulted from someone pulling his tail, instead of lecherous despot although the dominatrix was still on him. If I was in Lárus’s position, I would waddle extra hard after sex. Judging by Lárus’s physiognomy, his endowment transferred all of his puissance directly onto Lárus’s prostate without fail. The force of the collisions did the work of making Lárus penetrate Hlédís.

I tried every angle possible until I found the one that stimulated Hrafnir’s g-spot. I held his hips tightly while vigorously burrowing deep into his rectum. Everyone sounded close, so my hips didn’t relent. As soon as I heard someone cumming, I fully-hilted my fake cock inside him and pressed the button to ejaculate ersatz cream.

Hlédís and Brákfur retrieved a hefty bag of glass vials, creating stentorian clangs as they walked and handed the contents to everybody. Every container was identical, and there was enough for everyone. We inspected them, holding them in the light.

“What’s this?” Ingileif inquired, shaking the vial.

“These potions will help our endowments,” Hlédís answered, immediately downing her brew in one gulp. She clutched her gut and crotch for a minute like her stomach didn’t agree with the victual. My eyes widened in stupefaction when she revealed the change in her groin. “As you can see, I have actual testicles and a penis— no need for artificial versions temporarily.” She noticed everyone but Brákfur staring at her altered crotch as she stroked her shaft. “Go ahead and touch my penis.” We obliged her.

“So, why handing that same brew to those who already possess a penis since conception?” Hrafnir catechized, holding Hlédís’s gonads.

“Because it will make that penis bigger,” Brákfur answered. He uncorked his vial. “Observe.” It was void in one gulp also. The pain must’ve been subtle as he stood his ground. His erection protruded out of his sheath to its original size and enlarged from then, and his balls also aggrandized in size. The genitalia came very close to matching Róstran’s endowment “Behold,” he uttered once the process stopped, extending his hands like a wingspan.

“Woah,” everyone drawled out, including me.

I had Brákfur’s massive member in my left hand and Hlédís’s schlong in my right hand, uncertain who I was most awestruck at. Hers had all the attributes of a genuine dick, and it and her behaved exactly how they would from the stimulation. Even the precum tasted legitimate. His was a colossal undertaking, just like handling Róstran’s pecker. My fingers felt their heat, girth, and pulsating, bulging veins. Everyone else partook in handling their phalluses, becoming more convinced with every passing second.

“Who wants to drink their potion first?” Hlédís asked, holding her cock.

It was a race to down the potion first. I drank mine and suffered the worst stomach cramps after. I perceived the vicissitudes in my muliebrity. It grew a quaggy sack of skin, flesh, and fur. Then, I felt a dyad of orbs materialize in the scrotum, complete with the other cardinal organs. My vulva expanded, and I sensed my birth canal, uterus, and ovaries fuse together and metamorphose into a virile spear. A pilose aiguille formed on my vagina. My feminine organs transubstantiated into the masculine versions, and my new sheath was the size of Lárus’s original sheath.

Speaking of Lárus, his furry hillock grew to the size of Róstran’s sheath. He, Brákfur, and Hrafnir matched him before Róstran downed his brew. Róstran remained the most endowed out of everyone, and his member became larger than what I thought was possible. Everyone shared my sentiment about him. Some, like Hlédís, had a predatory hunger after.

I stroked my sheath until my penis protruded. I fondled my balls and masturbated, acclimating to the datum they were real and attached to my groin. Everyone came in their own ways. Some masturbated solo. A few jerked each other’s cocks. I grasped Lárus’s and Hlédís’s penises, and they grabbed mine. I sensed their hands squeeze and slide along my shaft, and the titillating sensation got me to ejaculate actual cum. They plastered my belly with my semen soon.

“So, what’s the point in drinking those potions?” Lárus inquired, his eyes gravitating to Róstran’s prick.

“Róstran wants to be ravaged by a bunch of cocks, so we’re going to indulge his fantasy,” Brákfur answered, wiggling his enlarged maleness.

“You all think you can tame this Alpha?” Róstran taunted, getting on his hands and knees.

“No, but that’s not our intentions.”

Róstran lifted his tail. “I’m ready. No lackadaisical attempts— you hear me?”

Brákfur got behind Róstran, slapping the tender slab of flesh with his penis. “Loud and clear, Alpha.”

Everybody surrounded Róstran as Brákfur intercalated his penis within Róstran’s tail-hole. Æsignís stuffed Róstran’s muzzle with her sausage. He quickly had Róstran on his omphalos, and she moved closer to Róstran’s head. The new angle allowed another individual to share space with his pecker inside Róstran’s rectum. That person ended up being Hrafnir.

I got close to Róstran’s genitalia, smelling his enhanced, macho pungency emanating from it. A pit formed in my stomach once I saw how close his testicles matched my head yet the smell was too tantalizing to ignore. My tongue cradled one of them. The taste lived up to the hype, and I dragged it all over his scrotum. The licks escalated to a full encapsulation of his hefty orb, and I gently masticated his saggy nutsack. Lárus joined me and took the remaining ball into his mouth and rolled it around.

The other Fenri weren’t waiting for their turn to have fun with Róstran and figured his cock was adequately huge for all of them. Ingileif and Hlédís sandwiched it with their pricks and frotted him. I got a face full of the former’s nether fissure and taint. Dágfárik and Rýnaki suckled his tip. I watched the manly duo try to go beyond. All the attempts were otiose, and I heard them gag and cough as a result

Róstran shivered and groaned. His legs twitched before cumming like a geyser. His lips turned white from Æsignís’s sperm. He eructed more cream, gagging from the chockablock in his throat though she barely let him get some air. The constrictions on his neck aggrandized his turmoil though it was what he meant about no lackluster attempts. More spunk emerged, this time from his asshole as Brákfur and Hrafnir ejected virility into him. I let it pool on my right hand till it overflowed. I poured and smeared it over his scrotum for Lárus and me. Their unique flavor and his musk swamped my tastebuds, and I wanted more. Lárus craved the salmagundi too as we tag-teamed and rimmed his anus once they pulled out.

The libidinous torment had no abeyance as Hlédís traded places with Brákfur and Hrafnir. She had Róstran firmly in her grasp, choking him like Æsignís did, and he was back to his hands and knees. She kept him there and allowed Dágfárik to complete the spitroast. Dágfárik was the sole exception to her not allowing any competition, and she permitted Dágfárik to strangle him too. Everyone else was barred, and she didn’t hesitate to show it, behaving like her tail was pulled.

“Faer. Look at her rut,” Rýnaki uttered stupefied.

“She can dominate anyone and make them Omegas, even the Alpha Prime,” Hrafnir responded. He smirked and glanced at Brákfur. “Maybe even you.”

Brákfur had a similar expression and folded his arms. “I know.”

“And yet you knotted her vagina anyway,” I responded. My jaw hung open at the feral savagery in front of me.

Brákfur nodded. “Uh-huh. I can dish it out to tame her. Let me let you in on something. I sometimes let her go that far and ravage me like that or bust my testicles. It’s all give and take.” He looked at the spitroast and growled. “I may need to let her utilizes her penis on me while the opportunity is there.”

“Pegging’s insufficient for you.”

“It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to have a female fuck me with a legit penis instead of a strap-on.”

Æsignís and Ingileif took that as an opportunity and flocked to Brákfur. “Let us warm you up, then.” Ingileif uttered sultrily.

Brákfur nipped her and Æsignís on the lips. “Let’s go, then. I’m all yours.”

I was swarmed by Lárus, Hrafnir, and Rýnaki, receiving massages and osculations. “Let’s take your cock for a spin,” Lárus uttered.

I reciprocated the kisses. “Alright, but I want to feel Róstran’s tight rectum.”

“Ok.” He, Rýnaki, and Hrafnir worked their mouths over my mammillae and my masculine genitalia, and I sensed and relished every second they spent on my crotch.

Hlédís furiously tenderized Róstran’s posterior, demonstrating her overwhelming dominance. He was bruised and has new lacerations that probably would leave new cicatrixes. She taught Dágfárik how to be a ferocious, hulking, sexual brute on his visage. His cheeks were as blue as it could get without starving him of air. The brutality was what he desired. His boner was his blatant seal of approval, being swollen with the yearning for release, and she wasn’t done. She forbid him from touching himself no matter how hard he tried. He maybe the Alpha of this saturnalia, but she was the Alpha Prime.

Róstran had his ejaculations denied by her even when she and Dágfárik had their orgasms. She had the wherewithal to squeeze his pecker while pumping rope after viscous, salty rope. He strained against them. His hips bucked forward, trying to make her grasp backfire. He climaxed and needed just an iota more stimulation to eject his seed. I saw her be pertinacious and held her ground. His semen pooled into his gonads and commixed with the following payload.

Róstran’s balls expanded as fast as everyone else injecting their cream into his ass. Hlédís taught them all how to torment him per his request while simultaneously building me up for my round. I was the last one in line. His nutsack distended further from his inguinal region, stopping just shy from the ground once the second to last penis filled him, and additional bruisings complimented his physique.

My turn finally arrived. I got behind Róstran, latched onto his hips, and slid my prick into his tail-hole in one motion without giving him a discontinuance. His abused rectum remained deliciously tight, and I savored the feeling. I relished all it had to offer: tightness, warmth, constrictions, lingering spunk, and more. There would’ve been a break in the erotic ferocity had I succumbed to the fresh stimulations.

I quickly pulled out and immediately slammed into Róstran’s fundament, followed by my testicles making similar impact. They were half the size of his, but I had tantamount voracity to empty every payload I possessed until they desiccated to being raisins. Equal to that desire was my primitive dominance, one I was cocksure I inherited from Hlédís at least.

Every action was instinctual. I inflicted pain to Róstran’s liking. I prevented him from masturbating or ejaculating as I impregnated him several times with my pups. I uttered salacious, abusive phrases. Hlédís offered no verbal advices or encouragement to me as she penetrated Brákfur’s ass. She only gave me a thumbs up.

“What the fuck happened to my penis!” Dágfárik vociferated. He gestured to his groin when everyone looked and paused. His penis and testicles became a vagina. Rýnaki was bewildered while hilted to his ass.

Brákfur looked at his own crotch. “Mine’s transforming into a vagina too.” The metamorphosis was in real time.

Rýnaki tilted his head back and fondled himself. “I’m growing one also, but I still maintained my endowment too.”

Hrafnir inspected himself. “I’m intact.”

“Me too,” Lárus uttered.

“What’s going on?” Ingileif inquired, looking confused while observing the random alterations. She inspected herself and jumped. “I’m changed too!” She revealed her pussy accompanying her balls and dick.

Hlédís jogged to one of the empty vials and read it. “Looks like these brews are unstable and recommend consuming a different potion to counteract it within the first hour or suffer the high likelihood of random alterations to our genitalia for the rest of the duration.” She looked at the nearest clock. “Whoops.” She suddenly jolted. “I’m next!” Her genitalia added a cunt and an extra pecker. “Interesting.”

Æsignís waited for a while before becoming disappointed. “Fuck. I guess it skipped me.”

“Now what?” Ingileif asked.

Hlédís had an impish grin “I don’t know about all of you,” she returned to Brákfur and used her two cocks to perforate his anus and snatch together, “but I’ll be savoring this.”

Gradually, everyone became comfortable with the new situation and resumed the orgiastic merriment. Hrafnir joined Hlédís and Brákfur and claimed her snatch, commenting how freshly tight it was. Lárus joined Rýnaki and Dágfárik and expressed same sentiments about Dágfárik’s vagina, and Rýnaki resumed his thrusts. That left Ingileif and Æsignís.

I remained unchanged aside from the initial formation of my phallus in place of my snatch and resumed pumping more jizz within Róstran’s paradisiacal rectum. I made a climacteric blunder when I pressed my virile dyad against his pair and sneered while uttering, “Your balls are touching a bitch’s pair, Róstran.”

“Is that so?” I sensed a sudden change in his aura and found my ass on the ground before I knew I knew it. Róstran got my shaft into his rectum, again, but it was crystal clear the tables had flipped. I soon realized he grew a second penis, and it was the exact size to the enhanced, hulking shaft. “I’ll explicate my paramountcy over you thoroughly in this relationship.”

“Where did this come from?” I stuttered, dealing with him choking me and thrusting downward on my phallus.

“Been obfuscating it throughout my whole ordeal after everyone consumed the penis-enhancing potions together. You like barbarity as commensurately as me, so consider this as an indicium of appreciation for all you did for me. Now,” Róstran increased his speed, “let’s see if I can drain my testicles dry before you!”

Róstran was stalwart in his mission. I was at his mercy, and the discrepancy in physiques did zilch in my corner. He shoved one of his penises into my mouth and repeatedly forced my countenance forward. None bothered to interfere, watching me while fornicating from the sidelines. Brákfur was surrounded in bliss. The first of numerous fusillades painted me in white and flowed down my throat, and he stymied my urges to cum. I tingled on the inside as our balls’ capacities became closer to equivalencies, and my fur became whiter with agglutinative batter.

I saw Róstran snicker. “Do you want us to finish together?” He asked authoritatively.

“Please,” I cajoled ,pulling his penis out of my muzzle.

“Then tell me I’m your equal.”

The urge was too much, driving me insane. “You’re my equal, Róstran! You’re just as equal as Lárus and just as much of a stud! No! Wait! You’re much more than him! You’re the Alpha Prime of Alpha Primes, the most primo of all Fenri! I need you!” It was frightening how genuine I was.

Róstran instantly re-stuffed my maw with pecker. “Then, I’ll requite you the only way especial for the most subservient bitch!” He punctuated the final word with a thrust from his posterior that triggered our orgasms.

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The erotic dream went on and on until I finally woke up alone in bed. I looked around in confusion for my consanguineous brother and was surprised the morning was still young. It percolated in my thoughts as I cogitated about the plans for today.

Lárus emerged from the hallway. His fur appeared drenched, and his penis slowly retreated into his sheath. “Morning, love”

My tail thumped once I descried him “Morning, stud.”

“You must’ve had one hell of a wet dream last night.”

I tilted my head. “How so?”

Lárus exaggerated his overwhelmed expression. “Let’s see. Your body twitched a lot. I heard you talk in your sleep. I smelled your hormones spike.” He pointed at a dark spot in the bedsheet. “And you sprayed your juices.”

I winced in chagrin “Sorry.”

Lárus wasn’t furious at all and waved my apology off. “Don’t be. I’m certain you dreamt about today.”

“Oh yeah.”

He sat on his side of the bed. “Any last-minute adjustments to it?”

I shook my head. “No. You?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Spill it.”

Lárus pointed at the strap-on. “It involves that.”

My ears twitched. “It’s already part of it.” I enlarged my eyes a second later. “Oh. You want Róstran to see you be submissive to your little sister.”

Lárus snorted at me taunting him of our dynamics. “Let’s go with that.”

I excitedly hugged him. “We’ll give him one hell of a performance.”

We heard the door to Róstran’s room open and shut, followed by the sound of his footsteps in the hall. “Time to put it into action and give Róstran one of the best days in his life,” Lárus uttered, heading to the entrance.