
Chapter 50: Spreading Their Wings

(Drecksa 28th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

The daylight and my brother bestirred me coevally. I woke up to the sudden dislodging of his penis from my ass, followed by the flowing of his viscid, hot cream. He released his amatory embrace around me and crawled to my nether region. His tongue caressed my tender taint, obfuscating what society viewed as a grave peccadillo although the day would hide it just as terrifically as I found out.

Our naked parents were busy tending to Rýnaki, who was also nude. They had brushes, combs, and scissors out, and dad did the heavy strokes with the brush while mom used her perspicacious judgement to finely trim his fur. The grooming got them close to his personal, and they inadvertently touched his genitalia. He appeared stoic although I noticed his cock subconsciously betray his ataraxia. I had to whistle when they were finished; he looked beauteous, almost a copy of dad.

Dad stood in front of Rýnaki and placed a hand on his scion’s shoulder. “Ready for your big day, son?”

“Yes, father,” Rýnaki answered slightly timorously.

Dad patted him. “Don’t sweat it. Your mother and I trained you. I know you got this.”

I observed Rýnaki blush for once. “Thanks.” His head tilted down to the two cocks lightly touching each other.

Mom sniffed. “Ooo.I just love this holiday.” Her melancholy sounded more jubilant than lugubrious or anxious, another first I experienced.

Dágfárik walked up to his brother and gave him a handshake. “Give her a good dicking.”

Rýnaki chuckled. “I’ll make sure, Dágfárik, just as I’ll make sure to fulfill my end of the dare.”

Dágfárik paused. “Seriously?”

“What did you two concoct?” Dad inquired sternly.

“Dágfárik dared me to wear panties and a bra while I complete the Mating Ceremony today,” Rýnaki answered, swaying bashfully. “Could we stop at your friend’s shop first and help me select one, mom? The ones I took on a whim for a previous dare are slightly too exiguous for my liking.”

Mom appeared jocund as she clapped her hands. “I would be delighted to; I just luxuriate in helping males model in epicene raiments.”

“Thanks, mom.”

"Trust me, you’ll appear ravishing to the ladies once you wear the bra and panties.”

Everyone in the mansion went with Rýnaki to the Red Zone and the emporium for lascivious underwear, beholding the increase in public procreation in the streets. I glanced at the overabundance of families completing their final preparations before their offspring's climacteric leaps into adulthood. The younger Fenri, who I presumed would take the critical step in the Mating Ceremony, appeared timid, and Rýnaki was also an iota tremulous. This period was crucial to me too. The Alpha Prime’s daughter would have her exceptive day to copulate publicly with a male anon after the week was over, and that event would draw a cornucopia of predominant Fenri and potential suitors, meaning Lárus’s trial would take a backseat.

The enceinte Fenri and her tied-up inamorato were in the middle of having sex when the family arrived Her pregnancy progressed smoothly because her omphalos was more distended, her primary nipples and breasts were more tumescent, and her three secondary pairs of mammillae were very conspicuous since I last encountered her. They and her hands waved at us while intercalating her strap-on inside his anus, his sausage eructing precum temerariously over himself.

I followed mom and Rýnaki to where the bras, panties, and lingeries were. Like her, I too had a predilection for modeling her friend’s lubricious vendibles, and I surreptitiously and vicariously learned how her acuteness operated while glossing over the merchandise. She touched his body from his shoulders to his hips and selected his first attire, assisting him with the white bra. They walked over to the nearest mirror where he posed in various positions, and I followed them. I heard her hum as she tugged the underwear and fondled his genitalia.

“Just a scintilla too diminutive— what do you think, Rýnaki?”

Rýnaki tilted his to inspect his frame. “I concur except this one is not as bantam as the one I got on a vagary. It wasn’t cramped before my penis became erect. May we purchase it?”

Mom chuckled fugaciously. “Of course.”

I scoured the selection of sensuous undergarments while mom helped Rýnaki denude his epicene attire, descrying animal designs among them. Curious, I picked one dyad and placed them on me, observing my reflection in the mirror they used. The design and colors mimicked a tiger’s fur, and they evoked a particular feeling within me. I was a predator, a sexy huntress, ready to dominate any prey and make them my lover.

I was so engrossed by my sensual appearance that mom and Rýnaki startled me. “Looking quite sexy, Kaera,” she uttered. “Where’d you find them?”

I pointed to where I found them. “Over there.”

“I’ll be right back.” Mom briskly walked to where I indicated.

Rýnaki and I were alone in feminine underwear, and we glanced at each other despite having a mirror. “You look great, Kaera.”

“Thanks” .I ogled up and down his body, beholding his pink pair. “You look titillating also. The underwear suits you.”

“I think so, too.” Rýnaki tugged on his bra and panties that had a pseudo-skirt attached to it. “The size fits me impeccably.”

“Our assessments coincide then,” mom enunciated while walking with a girly, intimate attire in her hand. She also donned a set that mimicked a tiger like mine except the chromaticity was white than orange, and she handed the other dyad to Rýnaki. “Try these on next.”

The three of us extolled ourselves imperceptibly while staring at our reflections. We each had undergarments with patterns personating primal critters. Two were tigers, and Rýnaki’s pair had leopard spots interwoven with black lace. It fit him superlatively after she yanked it for testing.

Rýnaki tried on several more effeminate undergarments in multifarious styles: a scrimpy red thong that miraculously cosseted his whole endowment, a lacy, cheeky, black panty, another cheeky underwear that was dark blue and somewhat lacy, an epicene, sky blue jockstrap, and a cyan panty that was in between the thong and cheeky versions, had flowers in the front and lace in the back, and had a slit for his penis and testicles to fit through. They, except for the girly jockstrap, had interdependent bras. Mom checked the tightness and capacity for his genitals, and they were superb. She touched his junk some more as she elucidated him about the crotchless section. Her scrupulous, sagacious scrutiny nabbed him the perfect sets after one failure, and it was venial to where he wanted to procure it.

I had one more underwear I wanted for myself, and it took me to the masculine section. The family headed to the owner and her husband- who just ejaculated over himself- so I quickly scoured the jockstraps, trying several on me. I picked the one with silver stripes on the pouch because it hugged my nether region satisfactorily and hurriedly placed it with the other purchases, and we exited. Rýnaki remained in his crotchless panties with the corresponding bra.

We followed the legion of Fenri to the center of Álfsandur, meeting up with Hrafnir’s family. Rýnaki split from us, heading to the group of naked males his age. The group of nude females was directly across from them, and I espied Ingileif among her peers. She and him were one of select few who were jittery while the rest were either agog or pococurante about today. The Alpha, who was the chosen administrator, gave a homily about the significance about the Mating Ceremony, the important step the participants would make, and the requirements for completion. Then, the curator unleashed a stentorian noise that caused everyone to abruptly shield their ears.

No one on the manly side dared to advance. Instead, they looked at Rýnaki. He was the champion of most covetable male despite wearing a bra and crotchless panties. The tension was thick that even the elements didn’t have enough vigor or presumptuousness to penetrate it as he ambulated to the feminine Fenri. I watched the females flamboyantly kowtow to gain his attention, flaunting their breasts, pussies, and the rest of their bodies at him. Ingileif was no eccentricity, although she wasn’t as histrionic as them while he focused on her for awhile. The atrabilious mood hit her like a mountain bull and sucked the wind out of her sails when he moved on from her, dejectedly sinking into the gelid pavement. I heard and father and sibling growl vexingly.

Rýnaki stopped at a female Fenri with auburn and black fur, stooping to her level. He nervously glanced at the audience as he was on the precipice of touching her vagina, expecting any sudden monition from us. Phlegmatically, he caressed it, still tense for a potential reprimand. My loins burned as two of his digits progressed into her cunt, and she took it as an invitation to fondle his panty-clad testicles. Their lips met while his penis slid out from his sheath. I beheld her surcease his touches and grabbed his exposed phallus. She inserted it into her mouth, barely going beyond his glans. A couple of minutes ticked by before he left her confused and crestfallen.

Rýnaki tried his luck on other potential mates, abandoning them at various stages that even involved his penis inside a vagina. Originally, I conjectured he was a customer sampling at an emporium until I beheld frustration on his physiognomy. They must’ve had an enigmatic reason for his displeasure. He went full-circle and got frisky with the females ahead of Ingileif. All the additory stimulation educed his orgasm, and he ejaculated. However, he discharged his semen on a female’s body, meaning they didn’t complete the first step in the Mating Ceremony.

Ingileif forced herself to look up when Rýnaki’s penumbra superimposed her. Her sanguine disposition abrogated her forlornness, and her tail produced a snow angel. Her rear appendage made a pristine spot on the pavement when he got to her level. He presented he cock to her. I watched her gulp before fellating him and beheld her family at the edge of their seats. The early emission still locked him in the refractory stage, so her stimulation wasn’t as efficacious as it could be, but she was the third one to take his entire dick until her snout bumped into his panties. The previous two made it to where he perforated their twats with his erection. Suddenly, Rýnaki got rough with Ingileif, pinning her to the ground which elated her. His head went to her crotch, and her rapturous noises left only one possibility of what he did to her.

I was frenetically aroused and desperately wanted to masturbate while Rýnaki licked Ingileif’s vagina. The crowd appeared bewitched by the passionate copulation. The mature males and females subconsciously stimulated themselves, or the latter gave their masculine partners a handjob. Mom jerked dad’s penis, most likely enamored about the time they had sex that brought her, Lárus, and me from the brink of absolute impecuniousness forever. So, I furtively participated, living vicariously through the participants for this year’s Mating Ceremony. I was equally enamored, frustrated, and lugubrious as I envisaged about me and Lárus taking Ingileif’s spot and Rýnaki’s position, respectively. I pictured my twin brother’s warm, puissant, and vigorous sinew enveloping me while demonstrating our deep affection to each other in front of society and Faer and effrontery to the ukases.

I paused the woolgathering when Rýnaki and Ingileif escalated the sexual intercourse after she howled, but that didn’t inhibit me from masturbating. He was on top of her, and I witnessed her snatch expand as his pecker smoothly went in. She had a visceral reaction as expected. The other females currently in the pool for a male watched with anticipation as he pounded her. Would she be the one to receive his knot, or would they still have a moiety of chance to mate him?

Rýnaki started off languorously with his hips as usual, although he did something different, a potential sign Ingileif was his wife. He osculated her on the lips and embraced her while sliding his penis in and out. The warmth was nearly redolent of when Lárus stuck his penis inside for the first time. Her eyes were shut and spewing ecstatic tears. I perceived her euphoric muffles and excited tail.

Then, Rýnaki had Ingileif sit on his lap, giving everyone an unobstructed view of his prick entering and vacating her vagina. The kisses never stopped, and the new position left her bosoms wide open. He fondled them coevally, pinching and twisting her stiff nipples. I watched her eyes enlarge, followed by her nectar dripping from his balls. She had a climax.

I heard the Fenri in the crowd I was in reach their crescendoes sequentially. The cum and ambrosia rained on the snowy street. Dad emitted his sperm, and Hrafnir released his spunk. They immediately went to orally pleasure their spouses as more orgasms trickled in. I knew reaching my emotional apogee was impossible to achieve without attracting attention, and Lárus didn’t bother to finish himself off, so I begrudgingly surceased masturbating.

The potential amatory couple prostrated on its right side, and Rýnaki lifted Ingileif’s left leg over his shoulder. The smooches went to a different target, her breast. He got his wet, hot mouth over her teat while squeezing the pillowy body part with one hand. His left hand vigorously rubbed her clitoris, too, and I instantly got invested when his thrusts showed the harbingers of knotting.

I had squeal and writhe for joy when Rýnaki’s knot entered Ingileif’s vagina. She had fantasies about being his mate, and he was amicable towards her whenever I saw them together. His aloofness made him an enigma on who would he chose, especially when he had his pick of the litter first. My heart deliquesced when I beheld her jocund visage. Mom sniffed jubilantly and wiped a tear off her eye.

“Now, you have a huge shoe to fill, Manasína.” I turned to see Vakörr place his hands on her shoulders, starting at her.

“I won’t fail,” Manasína responded looking up at him.

The other males flooded the pool of females shortly after Rýnaki claimed Ingileif as his mate. Soon, it became apparent the ratio wasn’t in equilibrium, meaning some of the latter wouldn’t have the chance of landing a spouse. If nobody landed a husband or a wife during the week of Mating Ceremony, they would still be respected members in society like their peers that completed the event, but they would always be on a razor’s edge to calamity until next year. Sequentially, I watched that reality become more apparent to the unfortunate ones.

There was one minor part Rýnaki and Ingileif had to do once his knot shrank, which it did. I watched him stand up and hold his penis, and she assumed the position. An effete, golden waterfall dribbled out of his urethra, but his piss quickly gained power, and I grimaced. He aimed at her lower half, drenching her fur. The trajectory moved up, claiming her paunch. Soon, the stream of urine landed on her head, and she opened her mouth, taking in golden droplets.

I was too stunned to avert my gaze as Rýnaki showed no sign of stopping his micturition on Ingileif. So, that was the reason why he drank so much and refused to urinate. I heard several males nearby, including my consanguineous brother, whine like they had a kink for piss and wanted to take his place. Hell, I caught the spike of arousal in a few females, and they shamelessly fingered their own slits.

Ingileif got her whole figure sodden with pee, behaving like she was in an actual shower. She scrubbed it deep into her pilose skin, humming along the way. The only things she lacked were shampoo, perfume, and incense. She held her husband’s penis, and I thought he was finished— nope.

I watched Ingileif insert Rýnaki’s penis into her mouth, going straight to his panty-covered inguinal region, and Rýnaki appeared relieved again. She rapidly ingurgitated his pee and fondled his gonads though she didn’t last long. Several solid golden streams ran down her lips as she withdrew a portion of his dick, still gulping whatever amount of piss she cumulated. At long last, his bladder was empty although I knew she had to micturate on him next.

Sure enough, Rýnaki got into position and received his wife’s urine. She parted her nether lips, swaying her hips while unleashing her golden stream with the exact intensity as his urination. I suspected every participant imbibed copious amount of beverages and refrained from using the toilet prior to today. His fur, bra, and panties were heavily imbued with her mark.

Rýnaki splashed liquid excreta over himself, mainly his face. His behavior was identical to getting an actual shower, too. Not a single strand of fur or stitch on his feminine underwear was dry. Ingileif got her vagina close to his countenance to where he could lick it. Instead, his mouth was wide open, and she urinated directly down his throat. She was clement, creating brief interregnums so the piss didn’t overflow. I caught him masturbating, and she did also.

The clemency didn’t last. Ingileif smothered Rýnaki in her snatch and released the residuums of her piss without caesuras. Golden drivel escaped his mouth, causing him to close his eyes, and she jerked his penis. The timing of his ejaculation coincided with her emptying her bladder, and they stood up to the applause. The administrator got their names and proclaimed them as husband and wife, completing their Mating Ceremony, and Ingileif was in heaven.

The family went to felicitate them, and dad patted Rýnaki on his urine-soaked shoulder. “Congratulations, son.”

“Thanks dad.”

“What do you say about you and your spouse coming with your mother, me, your older brother, and his wife and have sex in public with us?”

Rýnaki turned to Ingileif, and they nodded. “We’d be delighted to, dad.”

They didn’t stray to far from the crowd before copulating in public. My incestuous fantasies between them went berserk while I glanced between them and the participants for the celebration. If only they could devise a plan for my brother and me to circumvent the edicts legally so we could be just like the other Fenri.