Chapter 44: The Crucible

(Norweth 30th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

The initial rays entered my chamber, landing on my eyes. I bestirred on my bed, waking up to my consanguineous inamorato’s and Róstran’s arms. My brother slept with me ever since I found out about Gellir’s trial on Norweth 27th. Today was the day, and I dreaded and had nightmares about facing my tormentor. Róstran appeared in my bedroom last night under similar reasons and slept on my left side. Silently, he left Lárus and I in my room, putting on his habiliments.

I sensed Lárus stir beside me. “Morning, love.” He enunciated.

“Morning honey,” I responded, osculating his forehead.

Lárus requited me equally. “It’s finally the day.”

“Yeah,” I drawled out lugubriously.

Lárus shifted his nude physique. “It’ll be smoother than you anticipate. Dad and Tandri have the predominance, and Róstran and I have the eye-witness testimonies. That’s more than sufficient to convict Gellir.”

I smiled an iota outside of his view. “Thanks for your confidence.”

“I gotta be as your big brother and mate. That way, you have at least someone to rely on when you need it.” He nibbled my left ear.

I perceived his penis caress my nether region. “And it’s my job as your spouse and little sister to be someone you can vent and release your energy.”

“You still have needs I need to be aware of, too.” Lárus shifted my body until I was on his omphalos, facing his dick. “Knock two birds with one stone.”

I fellated him, and he licked my pussy. We were quick on the oral sex, not even wasting time on the sensual side. Our parents alerted us for breakfast, prompting a faster celerity. I got him ejaculating in my muzzle, but he didn’t transform my womanhood into a cataract. Our passionate smooches aggrandized the salty, virile residuum on my tongue until we absolutely had to leave my room.

“Still need time to acclimate to the flavor,” Lárus uttered, grimacing and gagging slightly.

I took my sweet time ingurgitating my viands during breakfast, prolonging the inevitable. I twirled my fork frequently on the china chockablock with starch, fruit, and meat. Every thought of encountering Gellir in the courtroom evinced horrific trauma of my forced copulation.

My parents must’ve felt the exact gravity of the occasion as I did. Dad wasn’t fidgeting with his blue balls and effeminate, lacy jockstrap, and mom didn’t do anything to exasperate his oversexed concupiscence further like she did all month. She got up and placed the filthy dishes in the sink.

“How are you feeling, Kækæ?” Dad inquired through the sound of clattering plates.

“Not well,” I answered melancholically.

Dad moved closer and rubbed my right arm. “I swear to Faer I’ll do my best to have Gellir and Rikka locked up or at least have the former sent to prison for a long time. He won’t harm you anymore.”

“Thanks, dad.” I gave him a hug when he gesticulated for one.

The church I went to became the impromptu courthouse. It didn’t matter if it was originally meant for Fenri of a specific sect; everybody in and near Álfsandur congregated there. The trial was the in vogue topic ever since the arrest. I noticed two distinct groups in the crowd as I went through it: my side or Gellir’s side. The latter outnumbered the former. I became Róstran and shrunk from the piercing eyes.

I sat at the very front row with mom on my left and Lárus and Róstran on my right. Hrafnir and his wife were directly behind us. Dad was in the front, still in his girly underwear. A wood barrier separated the audience from the prosecutor, defendants, and the defendants’ advocate. However, it wasn’t enough to keep Gellir from descrying me and waving at my direction. I imploded from fear, and Róstran had a nervous paroxysm. Lárus snarled at Gellir, pulling me and Róstran closer to him. Most of the entities, including me, Lárus, and Róstran, had raiments on. Gellir and Rikka were one of the scant few who were naked, and Dad was the only one who wore an epicene jockstrap.

The judge appeared and ensconced on his throne. The robe had a sizable amount touch the floor, matching his dark crimson fur, and he had a monocle around his left eye. He tapped the paper on the wooden, tall desk until all the sheets were 

“All rise,” the judge ordered in a booming voice. His tone was just as commanding as dad, and Róstran behaved similarly. Everyone sat after swearing fealty to our god, country, and the Alpha Prime. “Today, we have on the docket the trial against Gellir and Rikka. Gellir stands accused of rape, orchestrating a gang-rape of two Fenri, and possession of illegal substances. Rikka’s crimes are aiding and abetting the rapes and also possession of illegal substances.” He turned to dad. “Alpha Brákfur— proceed.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” Dad stood up and got in front of the table, uttering a disquisition about Gellir’s opprobrium and why it was worthy for severe amercement. “My first evidence is Gellir’s penis.” He looked at Gellir. “Start getting erect.”

Gellir snorted. “Why would I show my cock to the crowd and the judge?”

Dad nodded, appearing serious. “Just do it.”

Gellir folded his arms. “No.”

Dad turned to the judge. “Please note the defendant’s refusal to demonstrate his erection in front of everyone, and I request permission to stimulate his penis just for providing evidence, Your Honor.”

Gellir appeared flabbergasted. “You want to stimulate my penis yourself? Isn’t that one of the Forbidden Five acts?”

Dad nodded once, folding his arms. “It is if we were doing it for pleasure, which I’m not, and I don’t roll that way. I’m not afraid to cross that threshold with or without your consent if you remain contumacious. Which will it be?”

“No way!” Gellir huffed.

“Your Honor, I fail to see why my son’s penis is necessary as evidence,” Rikka uttered stoically.

The judged gesticulated towards dad and Gellir. “You may proceed, Alpha Brákfur, but you better have a damn good reason for such a drastic measure.”

“Very well, Your Honor.” Dad turned to Gellir. “You’re gonna come to me or going to dragoon me into hauling your ass over here. I’ll count to three. One… two… time’s up.”

Dad swiftly moved to and dragged Gellir's fundament away from the table, throwing him over his shoulder. “Put me down!” Gellir demurred violently, pounding dad’s back repeatedly.

I caught part of dad’s lips curl into a smirk. "If you insist,” he articulated.

Gellir plopped on the ground and stayed there as dad pinned him. He attempted to throw him off, utilizing his pure Direfenri sinew. Fear settled in his eyes, realizing dad had all the leverage. “Shit.”

I beheld dad reach down and grope Gellir’s sheath. Gellir struggled and expostulated as the acicular tip protruded into his hands. He went through his mission, undaunted by the protest and the datum he was sexually touching another male. Even the girly jockstrap and chastity cage had a nullity of an impact against his Alpha prowess. More of the pecker was subjected to his fingers, and I heard pleasurable vocals from Gellir through all the demurrals, observing the precum all over the sausage.

“Your knot is an obstreperous bitch,” dad grunted, increasing his jerks.

“Unhand my dick, you bastard!” Gellir writhed to liberate himself.

“Shut up,” dad snarled. “You are making it so arduous to not escalate towards the most drastic end. It’s the least you deserve for what you did to my daughter.”

Dad transmigrated his cranium to Gellir’s dong. I perceived slurps, and his head bobbed up and down. My crotch became moist, and my stomach churned as I checked off certain boxes that aroused me. Two males were fornicating, and the heterogeneity in their sizes was indisputable. My stepfather wore effeminate underwear, his burly, muscular size boosting my concupiscence further. In addition, I witnessed Gellir receive his comeuppance despite it being a pygmy version of what he rightfully deserved.

My stepfather reoriented Gellir and shoved two fingers into Gellir’s anus in front of everyone, and he fellated him coevally. The whole chamber was silent aside from them copulating and resisting coitus. I forced myself to break eye-contact from the lubricious show and scan the crowd. Everybody was frozen. No doubt they were transfixed by the bewitching, libidinous cynosure inside the church.

Gellir had his orgasm no matter how much he wanted it, ejaculating into my stepfather’s muzzle. His hips instinctually bucked against dad’s lips throughout the whole climax. I observed dad guzzle down his semen.

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Dad shoved Gellir to his inguinal region, pressing Gellir's nose against his lacy jockstrap. “Get to work.”

“Burn in hell!” Gellir vociferated.

Dad moved the pouch in his epicene underwear aside, and his penis sprung free from its cage, sending the chastity device into the air and land with a clang. He held Gellir’s head in place, forced Gellir’s mouth open, and thrust his penis into him. “What’s that? Can’t quite hear you, although it's rude to talk with your mouth full.”

Gellir frantically waved his corybantic arms as dad treated his physiognomy like a female cunt. They touched dad’s sides, back, and glutes, and dad had a pernicious, predatory grin when he grabbed the testicles. Dad unleashed a virile paroxysm similar to someone pulling his tail. Long strands of drivel and precum hanged off his lips and dad’s penis, and his cheeks were roseate.

I heard dad ferociously slap his balls against Gellir’s visage. Then, he froze his boy and howled toward the ceiling as his gonads contracted fugaciously. White seed went down Gellir’s cheeks before he pulled out. He appeared jocund and relieved while ejaculating and experiencing his orgasm for the first time since enduring mom’s lascivious, amatory torture for a month straight. No part on Gellir’s paunch and upper torso survived the salty deluge.

Gellir appeared glad, but his countenance quickly changed to horror when dad reoriented his body. “What’s going on?”

“You think this is over?” Dad catechized while swapping his jockstrap for a legitimate pair of unmasculine undergarments, magenta panties. He latched onto Gellir’s fundament with his hands. “I experienced a continuous case of blue for what seemed to be an amaranthine amount of time because of my mate. My testicles are full of cum, and they’re imploring me to breed.” He pulled him closer to where Gellir’s posterior adjoined his crotch while Gellir desperately crawled away. “So, you’re going to be my mate and bitch who’s going to be gravid with my pups until I’m spent, which won’t be for awhile, and I’ll treat you exactly as you did to my daughter. It’s the least I can do for your requital.”

“Aren’t you going to intervene?!” Gellir demanded the judge in a beseeching tone. “This has to violate so many court politesses and ukases!”

The judge shrugged. “I’ll allow it.”

“How’s this providing substantiation to corroborate his apriorism that I’m guilty?” Gellir turned and kicked dad on his chest. “Let go of me, you fucking faggot! You besmirch the title of Alpha!”

Dad licked his lips while liberating his dick from his girly gossamer. “At least I’m not the kind of fag that’s a slut for anything phallic in his boy-pussy. That’s what you’ll become once this is over, and Salföðgrí will be jubilant to have a brand new boy-toy as a cocksleeve. Now, hold still. I’m coming in hot.”

“Don’t you— gah!”

I observed Gellir’s wide eyes while dad initially perforated his anus with a scintilla of precum as lubricant, claiming his homosexual abstemiousness. Judging by them, I presupposed the lack of preparation gave him anguish. They were stupefied, mortified, and shellshocked, just like how my eyes were according to my brother. Good. My lips jubilantly curled.

Dad arched Gellir’s posterior up to barbarically and murderously penetrate it, exploiting his sinew to pin him. Sorry Gellir— I saw nothing about him having coitus with another male that stymied any Alpha aura he exuded. He demonstrated he was still the top despite wearing panties. I impugned anything would make people proselytes to your belief that dad wasn’t an Alpha.

Dad reached down to Gellir’s erection, smirking. “You say I’m a faggot for fucking your fundament right now even though I’m doing it out of retribution for Kaera, but your boner’s conveying to me and everyone else here that you relish being a sissy whore to a husky Fenri like me.”

“Get off me, and I’ll see to it your journey to Salföðgrí will be swift,” Gellir responded, huffing.

“Faer. Look at how much pre jetting out of your penis. You really are a slut.”

“Fuck you!”

Dad’s grin went wider and toothy. “Agog, are you? Now, who’s really tarnishing whose prestige here?”

“Once I break free, you’ll— fuck!” Gellir had his orgasm and ejaculated onto the floor, his penis guided by my stepfather’s hand.

“Ha! You came just from me fucking your ass. Pathetic. I wonder how many times I can make you cum without touching your dick before I discharge my cream into your rectum.”

The sounds of dad’s testicles savagely slapping against Gellir reverberated throughout the church. Nobody dared to add to the cacophony of primal sex and Gellir’s bellyaches. Watching Gellir’s kismet gave me bittersweet euphoria, and dad appeared bedeviled with his treatment toward Gellir. The thought of yanking dad’s tail had its merits. I reached into my pants, caressing my moist, aroused vulva and clitoris. My fingers were saturated like my estrus was in session. I noticed Lárus, Róstran, and nearby family members masturbating, too, and the scent of lechery entered my nostrils.
Gellir frantically clawed towards liberation and salvation. His erection wobbled wildly and emitted precum like a fountain. Orgasms came and went like clockwork even though dad didn’t ejaculate into his anus yet. I conjectured dad was primed for one but mastered the ability to activate it at any point and exploited it to torture him. The positions morphed as they wrestled. He would be on top although escape was otiose, and dad would take over. Doggystyle, missionary, and cowgirl were the most common in the myriad of sexual positions.

Dad yipped when Gellir socked him on the nose. The sudden strike stupefied him evanescently enough to give Gellir an opening. Gellir seized the moment, shoving him away and disrupting his equipoise. I felt a gust of wind as Gellir skedaddled down the aisle to the door. An even stronger burst of air assaulted me as he hotfooted it toward him, irately storming back while lugging Gellir by his neck. The way he exuded irascibility while maintaining ataraxia coerced my physique to quaver. I conjectured part of his tetchiness was because of the sudden interregnum in sex, judging by his pulsating boner, and he plopped on the floor with Gellir straddling him.

“Disastrous move on your part,” dad gutturally growled, his hands on Gellir’s hips. “Now, you must suffer the repercussions.”

“I’m sorry! Please, don’t go through with this!” Gellir importuned with a panicky tone and expression. “I learned my lesson— both of them!”

“Unfortunately, they’re delinquent.”

“No!” Gellir drawled out.

Dad plunged Gellir onto his erection, and Gellir vociferated in agony. His celerity and puissance in his arms disrupted Gellir’s vellications, making him freeze in distraught. The knot came out, and Gellir became more disquieted. It went in with a sudden jerk, sealing Gellir’s fate, and Gellir discharged semen again.

Dad chuckled after his climaxed deliquesced. “Now, you’re my mate.” Gellir’s paunch expanded wider from his penis pumping additional spunk into Gellir’s rectum.

“Your body will be exanimate,” Gellir growled cantankerously. “Rest assured, I’ll guarantee the process will be dilatory and excruciating.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dad responded contemptuously.

Gellir’s eyes enlarged as I beheld dad’s countenance express relief. “He’s pissing in me!”

“It’s another step to officially confirm you are to bear my pups,” dad uttered, sighing from assuaging his bladder. “I ingurgitated a lot of beverages and eschewed from peeing while waiting for this moment. Still have a huge reservoir of urine to release.” Minutes went by while he micturated, and his knot prevented any excreta from leaking out, distending Gellir’s omphalos further. “That’s much better.” He looked at the audience, gesticulating at Gellir. “Have at him, folks.”

“No!”

I watched the audience get up and formed a line while denuding their raiments, both male and female. Hrafnir was first in line in the uneven saturnalia, wearing black, silk panties. Dad was decumbent along with Gellir while he ambulated to them. He forced Gellir’s mouth open and shoved his member down Gellir’s throat, sandwiching Gellir in the sixty-nine position. Coevally, dad bathed his scion’s gonads in saliva.

It appeared Gellir begrudgingly capitulated to his predestination as a whore. The struggles and squirms surceased, and he appeared mortified and dumbfounded. He didn’t express his remonstration while Hrafnir fellated him and dragooned his remuneration.

The spunk materialized on Gellir’s lips as Hrafnir gritted his teeth. He followed his begetter’s footsteps, and the white, agglutinative batter turned yellow and aqueous. Not only did he drench Gellir in urine, his father received a hefty deluge of piss on his fur and panties. Dad also sighed with relief again, and Gellir’s stomach gradually expanded again.

Dágfárik and Rýnaki, naked, were the next to gangbang Gellir. Dad and Gellir remained procumbent. They ensconced on Gellir, pressing their genitalia against his penis. Rýnaki held the three pricks together with his left hand, and they commence the chafing. It didn’t take long for precum to reify and coruscate their penises.

Eventually, Dágfárik broke from the frottage, planting his posterior on Gellir’s countenance. Dad grabbed his member and balls with both hands and jacked him off while Gellir tasted his anus. Rýnaki escalated the frottage to having Gellir’s cock within his sphincter. The two stepbrother’s played musical chairs on Gellir, trading his pecker and physiognomy between themselves. Dad settled for their puckers when they intensified the game by face-fucking my former inamorato.

Rýnaki was the first to ejaculate down Gellir’s throat, trading places with Dágfárik. Once Dágfárik finished cumming, they also marked Gellir as their mate by pissing on him, and dad’s fur and panties became collateral damage.

Mom, Æsignís, and Brýngerður gathered around Gellir with strap-ons on their cunts, having  predacious visages. Dad stood about, revealing harbingers of his flaccid penis while tying rope to Gellir. “Keep it in there just a little longer.” Mom enunciated. All the females forgathered at Gellir’s nether region, ebulliently sticking their tongues out like they were horny from being in heat. “We’re ready.”

“Alright,” Dad grunted as he withdrew from Gellir’s taint.

A golden cataract hypostatized out of Gellir’s posterior aperture I beheld three tongues wrestle underneath it to feasibly collect every drop of urine and semen, acting lasciviously with each other. My abominable nemesis remained where he was, suspended by the bindings. The wrestles morphed into salacious smooches under the cascade, and I tended to my loins. The solace from my tormentor’s recompense to society made the situation tolerable enough to bestir some perfervid fire within me.

The roaring waterfall reduced to a steady trickle, and the females convoked their muzzles around the pink ring. I perceived audible slurps after Æsignís stretched the sphincter. Mom’s head moved more than the others, so I presumed she claimed first dibs on it. Each one had a solid minute of alone time with Gellir’s pucker. Then, they feasted on it concurrently.

Mom inaugurated the pegging by spinning Gellir’s rump toward her fake endowment, and Æsignís had his muzzle. Tears streamed down his cheeks— a salmagundi of pain, melancholy and ignominy. She allowed Brýngerður to yank her tail and activate the especial reservoir of primal, ardent passion a Fenri or Direfenri possessed. Her personality reverted to a feral animal, and she savagely tenderized his buttocks.

The force propelled Gellir forward, sending Æsignís’s strap-on further down his throat. His roseate cheeks distended from the foreign invader, and he appeared he wanted to gag. Mom pulled out, shoved her artificial phallus into his mouth, and Brýngerður took over his ass while Æsignís did some frottage. The cycle phlegmatically completed itself four times before all the females denuded their sex toys and unleashed steady streams of piss on his pilose body.

I watched every mature Fenri and Direfenri in and around Álfsandur take part in the one-sided bacchanal, cum in or on Gellir, and urinate on or inside the white Direfenri. Tandri, the members in the Phenomenal Five, and my friends had their turns. Manasína was her ostentatious self as the pygmy ball of hirsute energy behaved like a sugar-crazed, oversexed rabbit. Eventually, it was Lárus’s and Róstran’s turn.

A lilliputian amount of guilt formed within me when Róstran had Gellir’s anus. One, he had the hugest penis around. His size didn’t prove it, but he was a pure Direfenri, too, so he had the reserves worthy of one, and Lárus activated it. The third reason was what made me have a scintilla sympathy. His rage from all the abused he suffered commixed with the supercharged amorousness. I heard the choler behind his vocals as he perforated the victim’s sphincter.

My reaction to Róstran enacting his retribution was similar to the legion’s response. I perceived Gellir’s call for clemency even though my consanguineous brother’s penis was in his maw. His snot coated the shaft. Lárus ejaculated down Gellir’s throat, followed by pellucid urine.

However, Róstran wasn’t satiated yet with his vengeance. He held Gellir by his legs, spread them out, and forced him to rest on his neck. The new angle made him thrust straight down, and only the knot remained out. Every profanity known Illyria was fair game to him, and he was innovative with new maledictions that I feared Faer or some god would smite him for his impiety.

Whether he meant to or not, Róstran got his knot inside Gellir’s anus. The output of his sperm and fluid, translucid excreta created a bulge on Gellir’s paunch comparable to when dad discharged spunk and micturated inside Gellir. Speaking of dad— I thought I heard my stepfather’s commanding tone when Róstran turned to me and uttered. “Come over here, Kaera.”
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I came back to reality and made note of my environment, ratiocinating on what was real or fiction. Everyone was in their seats. Dad was in his effeminate, lacy jockstrap with his chastity cage intact, and he had semen on his body and around his lips. Gellir covered his erection that had vestiges of cum driveling out his urethra, having a case of chagrin. So, dad didn’t have anal sex with Gellir and piss inside him, and he didn’t offer the whole town participate in a gangbang.

“Excuse me?” I said, rapidly blinking my eyes.

Dad gesticulated to a vacuous space adjoining him. “Come over here and remove your entire habiliments.”

I reverted back to my old ways for once since becoming insouciant about being nude months ago. Slowly and meekly I got up from my seat and walked to where my stepfather pointed. My vestments and underwear came off, and I turned to the crowd, presenting my naked obloquy. I felt the dyads of eyes peel the layers off me, growing concern they would find my other sins.

Dad appeared slightly in front of my, gesturing at my exposed muliebrity. “As you can see here, Kaera had a male shove his knot into her vagina.”

Rikka stood up. “So, you prove my son and Kaera had premature sex and lost their virginities prior to the Mating Ceremony. They should go into exile, and we can be done with this asinine trial.”

I observed dad snarl before he turned to Rikka. “Not so fast, Alpha Rikka.” Someone threw him a towel imbrued with water, and he looked at me after he caught it. “Who claimed your chastity, Kaera?” He wiped the seed off his lips and physique.

“Gellir,” I timorously answered.

“Is that it?” Rikka taunted. “Her word? Even if you have more proof my son fornicated with her and went all the way, you still can’t prove he raped her.” I shivered from his gelid gaze. “I bet she takes after Hlédís and copulated with another male just like her.”

Dad chucked the towel aside after he surceased wiping the salty cream off. “Let’s test that. Was Gellir the first male you had interest in, Kaera?”

“Yes,” I stammered.

“Was he the only male?”

My eyes briefly twitched toward Lárus and somewhat at Róstran before refocusing on the entire audience and dad. “Yes.”

Dad asked my friends and some classmates from school, and they corroborated my story. He turned to Gellir, who was incensed while covering his dick and gonads. “Same questions, Gellir.”

Gellir glared at dad. “Yes, and we had anal sex.”

“No, we didn’t!” I immediately vociferated.

“Only because he coerced her unfairly by offering Róstran asylum as his end of the deal!” Lárus shouted, and I glared at him for bollixing my prevarication.

“One more outburst out of you when you don’t have permission, and you’ll be escorted off the grounds,” The judge warned Lárus, sound irascible. He rubbed between his eyes.“Even if you speak the truth about Gellir dragooning Kaera towards unwanted sex, we can’t substantiate they had coition via her anus because there’s no physical evidence readily discernible. Is there anyone else that can verify they consensually had coitus or if Gellir browbeaten her into offering her ass?”

Évéy stood up. “I can.” I had trepidations if she would throw me in front of a stampeding horse to remove me from contention.

“Did Gellir force Kaera to have sex with him before the crime?”

Évéy nodded. “Yes. I watched Kaera and Gellir engage in anal intercourse. Initially, I cerebrated they did it with each other’s dispensation. Then, Aðalstænn elucidated me that Gellir forced him into submission, impelled him to leave Róstran alone, and he told me Gellir had a minacious grin when he told him Kaera had a substantial debenture to pay off.” I internally sighed with relief. “This case isn’t the first time it occurred at Gellir’s house, by the way.” For once, Gellir shot death daggers out of his eyes at someone on the same echelon as him.

The judge jotted down Évéy’s avowal, followed by Þorbörn’s testimony. “Anything more substantial and irrefragable than words?” He addressed dad.

Rikka nodded in concurrence, appearing an iota cantankerous. “Yes. I, too, grow petulant over grapevines.”

Dad splenetically narrowed his eyes at Rikka. “For my next exhibit,” he gesticulated toward Tandri, “I request Tandri’s testimony along with the physical evidence.” He gestured to his assistant, who then handed him a familiar potion and herb. “You know what these are, Tandri?”

“Indeed, I do,” Tandri answered after vacating his seat and joining him, Rikka, Gellir, and me. Next, he coughed stentorianly. “The herb allows a male to be temporarily effete and stymies the knot from inflating for those whose have one as part of their penises. However, the effects can easily transition and make them perdurably sterile, and it is quite addictive. That is why it is banned and heavily regulated for those that have permission to work with it, such as me.”

Dad lowered the herb and raised the concoction. “And this?”

Tandri sighed dourly. “Unfortunately, yes. It immobilizes an individuals entire body. The person feels everything and is fully aware of its environment, but it is unable to move a single sinew for the duration. The potion is heavily regulated just like the herb.”

Dad walked to the judge and left the items with him. “These were at Rikka’s house when I rescued Kaera with some help.” He acknowledged Tandri, Róstran, and Lárus with an admirable nod.

Rikka folded his arms. “Forgive me if I’m mistaken, but Alphas have access to them, and I assure you, Your Honor, that only I can enter my personal chamber at home. Not even my mate and progenies can enter without risking serious castigations.” I wasn’t cocksure if Gellir playacted or not when he shivered.

Tandri turned to Rikka, still looking saturnine. “Except, the potion is prohibited among most Alphas, even you and Brákfur. I have the extraordinary endorsement from the Alpha Prime himself because I come from a long line of Vuðurri’s disciples and my beneficence to my country and the military.”

“So, how did it get in my house in the first place? How can you prove it and the herb came directly from me? The herb could’ve come from anywhere.”

Tandri coughed. “You’re correct about the herb, although someone burglarized my shop and stole the potion. Initially, I thought it was some juvenile being jejune. Then, I scoured my shop closer and discovered the lack of that brew.” Tandri bared his teeth as he snarled and erect his hirsute physique, and I jumped in fright and got horripilation from his sudden paroxysm. “And I wouldn’t even dare ruminate at going back to that former role! So, don’t envisage any thought of me poisoning Kaera!”

“It’s alright,” dad calmly cooed, embracing Tandri. “Those days are over, and you don’t have to live that previous life anymore.”

The affidavits and physical evidence went back and forth for hours. Rikka got his chance, and he made a cogent polemic. I took my seat after putting on my habiliments, fretting and internally quavering my side didn’t make a conclusive expostulation as well as he did. This was his prestige at war with dad’s illustriousness.

The church got heated several times from perfervid outbursts. A few fists flew, and the judge threw those Fenri out. However, they did not compare to the clamor outside once the trial concluded, and I went outside. My doubts aggrandized exponentially as I concluded the majority took Rikka’s side and had derision towards my opprobrium. Dad was in protective mode while he escorted me and his family, coadjutors, and allies through the boisterous horde, and his underwear didn’t diminish his lowery, intimidating aura.

We broke threw the legion, and I had a chance to breathe. Dad helped Tandri, who hacked some phlegm, into his house. I noticed Évéy and had an opportunity to talk to her after her father and mother, a black Fenri and a red one , respectively, went into a bakery. The dissimilitude in the tinctures was peculiar.

“Hi, Évéy,” I timidly murmured.

“Salutations,” Évéy responded, nodding once. “Quite the trial, isn’t it?”

“It’s nerve-wracking,” I quickly uttered. “I honestly thought my fate was sealed for the worst when you spoke up.”

“Rule number three, remember?” I nodded. “Plus, Gellir had it coming for years.”

I tilted my head. “How so?”

“I didn’t know my biological parents whatsoever. I knew I had zero consanguinity to my current family, and they eventually told me the truth. My conception was from rape.” My muzzle opened in stupefaction How my lower jaw didn’t end up in Illyria’s core would forever remain a mystery. “She suffered your exact fate: went to the party with Rikka, ingested the same potion that paralyzed her, one of Vuðurri’s creations I might add, and Rikka impregnated her. Apparently, she remained gravid until my birth, surrendered me to an orphanage, and committed suicide just like Hjálmveig’s sister. I spent years working on my vengeance against Rikka and his family, and Hjálmveig’s sibling added more fuel to my fire. Luckily, my current parents’ prestiges gave me a shot at the Phenomenal Five, and here I am. Sorry for acting like a bitch. I couldn’t jeopardize all my hard work.”

“Apology accepted.” I took a deep breath. “I’m withdrawing my contention on joining the Phenomenal Five.”

Évéy lifted her eyebrows. “You’re sure? You can’t take it back if you do, and there will be no other opportunity.”

I nodded. “Yes. It’s not for me.”

“Then, the contest ends here for you.” Évéy offered her offered her hand. “I hope you know what it is you yearn for, persist to obtain it, and fight harder to keep it.”

I shook her hand. “I will.”