Chapter 23: A Step Too Far
(Septham 15th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)
 
After Lárus initially claimed my hymen and left his Direfenri seed inside me, I swore that I would never allow him to inseminate me again. Keeping him out of my pants -or vice versa- was the most ideal, but that never came to fruition, not even for a single day. Once the gravity of the deed we did for the first time mellowed out, we added vaginal penetration to our jogs. The taboo, no matter how severe it was, was barely a bump in the road in our mental minds.

Then, it occurred for a second time on our first day ever at school. I allowed my brother to cum inside my uterus after he convinced me to provide him incentives to be a good boy. Having his penis pulsate and ejaculate within me again made me realize how much I pined for the sensations. All the times he had to leave a void in my vagina and finish by stroking his maleness by himself, which he proceeded to paint me with semen, was annoying. He brought me to completion and yet not whole at the same time, and I yearned for the day I obtained the missing piece.

The frequency escalated as time went on after the second time my brother came into my slit. We fornicated twice a day, and sometimes we ended up fucking each other for a third time, reducing the resistance in every single instance and emboldening us. We had to come up with reasons other than a jog for us to sneak off to engage in intercourse in clandestine: sparring, other forms of exercise, even right up to abandoning the mansion without reason when we believed no one would notice and risk discovery.

Lárus and I made up a game to play at the house in between our sessions of copulation as we acclimated to our new relationship. We took furtive glances at what we deemed to be attractive parts on one another’s bodies, surreptitiously groping each other’s fundaments or genitalia, secretive osculations, expressing lewd gestures covertly, and so on. The goal was to be more audacious than the other without blowing our confidential information between us. He ended up being more daring than I was, to my chagrin.

The school was the only place where my brother and I acted more like strangers than siblings with benefits. The initial few days of it demonstrated the rampant gossip spreading among the students, so it was imperative to act normal while adding classwork to our routine. We came home, ate, went for a jog, fucked, returned to our domicile, and did homework. If daylight permitted, we went and had sex some more.

I thought about methods that could exist in the world that would allow Lárus to ejaculate inside my intimate tunnel without breaking the cardinal rule of knotting before the Mating Ceremony. Since Canir was probably the only culture that considered tying as the way of measuring a person’s virginity, I added the risk of pregnancy to the criteria also, conjecturing that any semen in my uterus would result in fertilization. I was frustrated at the lack of possibilities other than the illegal potion. I decided it would be best to search by myself to reduce discoverability. If somebody in town got a whiff of what I was searching for, my reputation would cause word to spread fast throughout Álfsandur even if Lárus’s claim about prominent families keeping secrets secret was valid. Tandri was definitely out of the question— my brother and I expended most likely our last use out of him for helping us. The risk of discovery while questing for protection and pregnancy from risky coitus together created quite the paradox.

Still, the sort of damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-don’t situation didn’t dissuade my consanguineous sibling and me from procreating over and over again. Nature and Faer himself bore witness to our miscreant sexual debauchery, and Faer probably grew disappointed in us each time. A gust of wind or occasional branches plummeting to the ground were possibly Faer expostulating us about our transgressions as he filled the outside sounds of wildlife and water lapping onto the muddy shore from the nearby lake with his collisions on my vulva. At the same time, I did my best to let him claim me.

Today was no different as Lárus and I snuck out for our routine coition, and I was glad I had no school because my estrus was back in session. Was it Faer’s benignity that made the two occasions coincidental? Gods and their signs, behaviors, and other idiosyncrasies were fickle bitches to deduce.

Anyway, my brother and I rarely separated our lips from each other as we hastily exuviated our stitches. He immediately got on top of me, and we fucked as if our race was at stake and we were the primogenitors of its re-emergence. He felt amazing. His muscles, nips on my neck, and erotic breaths and grunts were terrific, making me moist. A primal lust desperately impelled me to not let him go, wanting another dose of semen since his knot exhibited signs of being under the potion’s influence. He was close to climaxing in my vagina.

Lárus was obedient to the law of pulling out of my pussy to my mixture of dismay and proudness. The annoying void returned along with my orgasmic miasma. My howls mingled with his moans in an ecstatic symphony. He coated my fur once again with his agglutinative, virile essence.

We held tightly to each other through the entire rhapsodic tidal wave, motionless aside from our irregular breathing. My brother’s weight pressed against my body from the sinew abandoning him. I found my world turning upside down until I was on top of him, staring at his face. Even though it was surreal we were partaking in the taboo, I hadn’t gotten tired of feeling his naked physique. The intoxicating, personal sensation dwarfed the reckless nature of our actions.

I tumbled over and rested beside Lárus, breathing heavily. My heat was satisfied with the orgasm as its incessant burn on my loins evanesced to where I could act like a normal person. I looked all over his nude, cum-covered figure, noting the knot on his penis barely formed a convexity despite his phallus engorged with blood. Since the potion’s effectiveness was near its end, I figured what would be the best way to celebrate other than him ejecting an infertile seed into my womb.

“One last hurrah?” I offered with a question.

“I was praying for you to ask,” he responded, appearing excited. He stared at the mostly clear, blue sky. “Our final moment before we have to wait for our special someones at our Mating Ceremony.”

“Yeah.” I gave my brother a smirk. “Let’s make it count.”

I got in between my blood-related sibling’s legs, the fleshy, veiny rod prodding my nostrils. Salivating from the musky scent, I licked his cock from the skeletal foundation to the acicular tip, receiving my appetizer— or was it dessert or some other meal? I felt the masculine meat start to be erect in my right hand as I jacked him off also, savoring its pulsations. After it was rigid, I began sucking it. Since this was the final day of him being incapable of impregnating a female, I wanted to put the grand in the grand finale.

Tuning myself to his signals, I began calculating when Lárus was about to eruct his semen. It was like a personal contest to see how close I could get him to the precipice without him going over it. I didn’t want his final load to emit so quickly, wanting the second round to last an extended period. As soon as he began to have spasms, I would swap my mouth for my hand, giving it gentle and very sluggish caresses. I switched again when he emitted signs of calming down. As I alternated between fellating and jerking his dick, I would take more of his penis into my mouth. My brother appeared briefly like he had fallen asleep from the pleasure before his eyes opened. I cradled his testicles, and they were getting full, but I believed I could cajole them into producing more sperm, giving the orbicular dyad strong licks occasionally.

Lárus looked at me, unable to produce words other than forcing out my appellation as if he was beseeching me. He had lust in his eyes, a primal thirst for something only I possessed, and I conjectured what it was. Sure enough, my vagina was his target as I presented my pink folds to him, so I scooted my butt closer to his mouth without creating an interregnum at pleasuring his genitals.

Either Lárus wanted to build me up like I was doing to him, or he wanted to torture me because he commenced caressing my vulva instead of performing cunnilingus. His left hand's digits danced on my mound without breaching the egress. I instinctively attempted to get at least one of them to pierce my wet slit, yielding success. I perceived two fingers twirling inside me, and I had a visceral reaction as soon as he touched my clitoris, almost climaxing from it.

I felt Lárus lap away on my gateway. He was fervid in licking every bit of arousal like a parched individual locating an oasis in the Sweltering Desert in the Emberyonean continent. He matched perfectly to my strategy for the last hurrah, alternating between cunnilingus and fingering like I would for fellatio and handjob. I braced myself every time he almost got me to climax before resorting to gentler methods while I simmered down.

It was safe to say we were primed after several minutes of foreplay. My brother’s cock was erect as it could conceivably achieve, discharging an iota of precum while throbbing. I didn’t know it was even possible for females to get to where I was, but here I was, being a hair trigger away from achieving libidinous nirvana, and my vagina was a cascade of nectar. We stared at each other momentarily as if we were preserving the precious opportunity.

“Ready” Lárus asked, although he knew what the answer was from us fooling around multifarious instances prior.

“Ready,” I answered.

My brother rested on top of me, enveloping my frame in his arms while plunging deep into my pussy. He held me like handling a delicate object that only his figure was soft enough to contain. I felt safe in his arms. I felt secure by his heartbeats. I felt loved by his breaths.

I exhaled excitedly as he filled my vagina with his virile sword again, stretching the cavern to lengths I thought weren’t possible. I glided on his length as my pussy gripped it, allowing me to perceive its veins and other physical characteristics that were so titillating to me. I began grinding my hips against his, being a willing partner in this lewd dance, and we grinned and chuckled often.

I took a few seconds to stretch my legs and slightly shift my body before holding on to Lárus. I exhaled a more guttural grunt as I sensed his knot parting my nether lips and entering my personal grotto, and it occurred again continuously. Each instance would’ve sealed our fate if he wasn’t under the potion’s effects. I savored how his phallus filled me up, going into the deepest reaches of my vagina right up to my cervix as he hilted me.

“I’m going to miss being able to fill you or any female up like this until the Mating Ceremony,” Lárus huffed through his thrusts.

“I concur,” I answered, tilting my head back from the pleasure. “I thought about other means of protection we could try once the potion wanes.”

Lárus closed his eyes as my slit flexed on his shaft. “Any luck?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Damn.”

“It’s difficult to do research without tipping someone off.”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t want mom or our stepfather to catch wind of our secret.”

“And that’s the best case scenario should our secret come out.”

Lárus retarded his pace. The slow speed of his penis taking up space in my pussy caused me to groan instinctively. “Best case scenario?”

“You’re probably right about powerful families going to great lengths of keeping secrets out of the public view. If somebody in Álfsandur found out, the whole settlement would know in addition to our parents since we’re sort of prominent because of mom.”

“You’re right.” My brother threw his weight around, and I suddenly found myself on top and straddling his dick.

I began descending on the meaty length. “It’s probably for the best we should stop entirely until our Mating Ceremony anyway.”

Lárus looked at me as if I demanded him give his prized possession away. “Why?”

“We would be taking a gamble once your fertility returns, even pulling out would be playing with fire. We’re probably the only race in Illyria that considers knotting measuring virginity. I’m not sure the Káyüts to the west consider tying when determining someone’s chastity, but all the other races believe that the couple loses its virginity as soon as a penis enters a vagina for the first time. It leads me to believe that any semen in my slit is a roll of the dice of whether or not I have pups.”

My brother pondered for a moment, or he was taking a hiatus in talking to relish the delight of me gyrating on his prick. “I doubt having fertile semen inside your womb for the very first time would result in being gravid with pups. Some pairs attempt for years before their first conception. They may even be incapable of reproduction.”

“We’re Direfenri.”

“So us being infertile is next to zilch, but I doubt our prolificacy is potent enough to result in pups every time I cum inside your vacant uterus. If you still want me to stop after today, I can.”

I angrily grunted in frustration, accidentally giving Lárus discomfort, so I had to readjust. “That’s the problem; I kind of don’t want to cease this activity. Having a male discharge sperm within my womb completes me. It feels great, and I like having a penis throb inside me. However, I don’t want to revert back to a life similar to the shack. If word gets around town, that’s it. We may never get an opportunity to plead our redemption like mom did.”

“Was it really so bad back in the shack?” My brother sounded like he was fond of his former lifestyle.

“Yes,” I bluntly stated. I sensed my orgasm and my brother’s climax coming closer to fruition.

“Ok, so we’ll set a quota of maybe one full session a month, and we can do it on a day where you’re the least fecund.”

“Except that would leave me susceptible to the peak period of my heat, which also means the greatest likelihood of becoming pregnant.” A thought occurred to me when I recalled my brother and me spying on Hrafnir, his spouse, and our parents having sex in the massive orgy in Álfsandur’s Red Zone. “I have an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Remember when mom and Æsignís came multiple times before dad and Hrafnir finally shoved their knots in their pussies?”

“You believe that could work if I can get you to orgasm way before I would?”

“We know we can bamboozle my estrus into thinking I procreated. We just need to lengthen the gap between us cumming so we can’t achieve it together. I prefer a more foolproof method like a barrier on your penis or a potion that wouldn’t result in your dick shrinking, but this is the best I could come up with.”

“Let’s give it a try.”

Lárus flipped me over and was on top, and I waited for him to resume, panting and sweating profusely. He plunged his phallus into my vagina a couple minutes later, and he went all-out on pleasuring me while restraining his thrusts. Both of my primary breasts received massages and licks. He ardently nipped the erogenous areas on my frame he could reach. His thrusts, although slow, had power behind them.

I moaned in my twin sibling’s mouth and convulsed as my emotional apogee came. Naturally, the crash came after, but he had yet to obtain his crescendo. Ok, I thought, we can actually ensure I cum before he does. My vaginal juices lessened the friction of his shaft sliding in and out of my snatch, increasing his speed without needing to do it himself. The escalation only aggrandized my delight that I had another equally puissant orgasm.

My howls spurred my brother into penetrating me faster than previously. I felt him keep more of his penis within as he pulled out rapidly. He stopped in his final propulsion. I had the wherewithal to better sense him yell and perceive his ejaculates in my womb, the diminutive swimmers doing much better at mollifying my heat than the deception. The excess seed quickly leaked out from the incomplete tie, feeling the hot batter flow down my taint to my tail. It sucked I couldn’t cum with Lárus simultaneously. I believed that achieving the pinnacle of coitus together strengthened the bond better than individually, although I would have to bear it to avoid being enceinte.

Lárus groaned as he rolled off me, releasing the rest of the trapped sperm. As we caressed each other in the afterglow, I noticed his erect penis was still rigid. My hand reached out and rubbed it, getting covered in Direfenri seed.

“You’re still hard,” I commented.

“Yeah,” Lárus grunted from my touches. “I guess my cock knows that this is the final opportunity and wants to make it special.”

I grinned at him and his dick. “We better not turn down its offer.”

Lárus reciprocated the grin. “Agreed.”

I sat upright as my brother pinned me against a boulder near our hideout, wrapping my legs around his waist. This time, he didn’t restrain himself heavily, moving my hips forward with his hands while thrusting coincidently. My fingers perceived his muscles in action as they traipsed down his spine. I barely scraped the base of his tail, triggering a sharper buck and a more guttural growl from him. The abrupt escalation titillated my interest, so I tried it again, yielding identical fruit. I was more comfortable around him to discover more about his rear appendage after brushing against it several times prior. My left hand went further down it, preparing to wrap my digits around it.

“Kaera, don’t,” Lárus weakly warned.

I yanked Lárus’s tail before fully processing what my brother had uttered. A growl so ferocious and feral escaped his lungs, and I yipped from a sudden savage strike on my genitals. More identical thrusts followed immediately. They were painful in a tantalizing way, more brutal than the roughest plows he gave to me in all of our previous sessions. Fervent, horny infatuation wasn’t the primary fuel behind them. Rather the paroxysm of an animalistic instinct.

The escalation was terrific initially, but that quickly changed. My brother didn’t relent nor maintain the current speed, acting more like an animal in every amplification of his perforations. His grip was fiercer and tighter than ever, and the pain began morphing into agonizing than erotic.

“Lárus,” I spoke, hoping to get his attention. He didn’t register my voice. “Lárus, stop!” I shouted. I saw his eyes adequately and realized they weren’t the same. The pupils were dilated and more possessed by a wild lupine the other races tend to associate with Fenri at first. “Please get off me, brother.” Any decent attempt at interrupting the barbarous copulation was met by a primal growl from him. Great, I thought, our secret will get out because of a broken pelvis I can’t explain. “Lárus please stop; you’re scaring me.”

My words fell on deaf ears as my sibling brutally bred me. I was trapped and forced to endure it. None of our parents’ mating sessions were ever this savage except for maybe what I could hear from their bedroom. I may have heard wild sounds from within their chamber. I supplicated mentally to Faer as I unwillingly went on the horrifying ride, and I noticed him reveal his teeth like he wanted to exploit them.

The truculent round finally came to an end after for what seemed to be an eternity, and the pain dwarfed any pleasure I could extract from Lárus’s orgasm. He appeared to return to normal, uttering a docile whine before I got a glimpse of his eyes. I dared not look at him as he gently got off me.

“Kaera,” Lárus enunciated softly. He tenderly touched my left shoulder, and I shivered from the fear, slightly tearing up. “Kaera, what’s wrong? Answer me.” I mustered up the courage to look him in the eyes. They were a familiar dyad of my brother’s actual pair. “What’s the matter?”

“You hurt me, brother!” I yelled at him, feeling choleric, melancholic, and terrified at him.

Realization must’ve dawned on him as his eyes enlarged before turning solemn, folding his ears in mortification. “I’m sorry. I honestly tried to restrain myself.”

“Well, it seemed quite the opposite after I tried plenty of times at imploring you to stop.”

A flash of irascibility appeared on my brother’s countenance, baring his fangs. “I warned you about touching my tail.”

I equally returned the anger, baring my teeth also. “Perhaps you should’ve done that sooner, louder, and less of goading me into doing it.”

“I thought you were smart enough to catch my signals.” Lárus proceeded to enter the lake.

“What are you doing?!” I dumbly inquired.

“What does it look like? I’m erasing the evidence from our parents and stepbrothers. Then, I’m going to gather my stuff, walk back home, and spend the rest of the day in my room, maybe join for dinner later, and you don’t have to worry about playing with fire ever again. I’m done doing this stuff with you.”

“I concur.”

I didn’t stare at my brother while we bathed in the water, gathered our stuff, and ambulated home. I wiped a few tears off my face along the way. I couldn’t get that much sleep that night as I looked at the ceiling. My hands were over my omphalos, perceiving a particular vacancy in my stomach that wasn’t there before, and it left me wondering what it was.
