Chapter 48: The Verdict

(Drecksa 7th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

The jocund, amatory veneer shattered like glass in the middle of the night. I suddenly jolted awake, my heart pumping adrenaline. My breaths were fugacious, and my eyes stared at the adumbral silhouette, the source of encumbrance on my omphalos and chest. It reached its right arm out, exerting pressure on my neck. Lárus and Róstran were placid in their slumber.

The delineation revealed itself to be Gellir, and he had a iniquitous, toothy grin. His boner was out, pulsating and driveling precum. I squirmed otiosely to be break free, feeling his meaty spear slide in between my labia.

“You thought you were done with me, Kaera?” Gellir snarled. I couldn’t speak. “You believe you can just get rid of me that way after all that I’ve done? Well, guess what— it didn’t work. Now, I must extract my requital from you.” He chuckled minatorily, aggrandizing pressure on my throat. “You’ve been a bad bitch, Kaera. Time for me to put you in your rightful place.”

Gellir plunged his erect penis straight into my cunt. I recollected that day where he purloined my chastity and his crew ejaculating within me. The sensation was identical to that event, misery and all, and I was just as forlorn of wherewithals as before. His fingers dug deep into my throat, staring flagitiously into my eyes.

The bulge around my inguinal region evanesced as swiftly as it hypostatized. Gellir grunted with every thrust into my vagina, feeling his testicles bruise my groin. I tried desperately to move my limbs or speak— anything to bestir Lárus, Róstran, or both of them. His fingers must’ve been infused with the drug that anesthetized its victims because I was paralyzed.

The only time I moved was when Gellir pressed me against the headboard of Róstran’s bed. The pressure was inexorable, yet I suffered no harbingers of asphyxiation. It was bizarre. Another queer aspects were my breasts remaining stationary regardless of his force and the cacophonous commotion didn’t alert my siblings.

“You have no idea how much I wanted this ever since the trial, Kaera.” Gellir caressed my cheeks and stroked my hair. “Actually, you became the bearer of my pups since I laid eyes on you at school.” He howled, ejaculating into my uterus. His refractory period was curtate, and he pounded my pussy again. “Nothing you can do will sever the vinculum to your kismet. I’ll always find you.”

Lárus stirred and turned towards me, his eyes opening up. He suddenly went into his highly solicitous mode. “Kaera, what’s wrong?!” He started shaking me. “Kaera, you alright?! Say something!” I would if I could, and he shook Róstran. “Róstran, wake up! Something’s wrong with Kaera!”

“Huh?” Róstran groggily vociferated. “You said something, Lárus?”

“Something’s wrong with Kaera!” Lárus pointed at me. I knew Gellir was an apparition now because they didn’t react at all to the white Direfenri raping me.

Róstran immediately appeared perturbed. “Oh excrement.”

If it wasn’t so unequivocal before, then it was indubitable now that Gellir was a phantasmagoria when Lárus pierced Gellir’s heart with one of his fists to shake me. There was no blood, and Gellir was unfazed while humping me. “Kaera, speak to me! What’s wrong?!”

Róstran’s rubbed his eyes. “She’s paralyzed in her sleep, Lárus.”

Lárus turned his head at Róstran. “So, how do we help her?”

Gellir sneered at me after cumming again. “Their assistances will be nugatory,” he uttered gleefully while perforating my vagina,

Róstran shook his head lugubriously. “We don’t.”

Lárus snarled. “Bull-fucking-shit.” He vigorously shook me, yet that wasn’t enough to dissuade Gellir from stuffing me with his meat and cream.

Róstran reached out to Lárus vacillatingly, touching his right shoulder. “Lárus.” He yipped when Lárus struck him. The force was sufficient to throw him off his bed.

Lárus grimaced after perceiving the thud, retarding the shakes on my body. “Shit. Sorry, Róstran.” He surceased enough to help him back up to his bed. Róstran was mostly equanimous, his eyes slightly welling up. “I didn’t mean to go that far. I’m sorry.”

“I know.” Róstran sniffed a smidgen.

Lárus went back to shaking me, albeit more gingerly than before. “Come on, Kaera; snap out of it.”

“She has to do it on her own.” Róstran appeared crestfallen. “I would know. The best we can do is comfort her when she snaps out of it.”

“Fuck,” Lárus growled exasperatedly, throwing his arms up in capitulation.

“They are unworthy of siring pups with you,” Gellir uttered. “You belong to me and me alone.”

“At least, she knows we’re with her vicariously, and these episodes only last minutes,” Róstran spoke.

Minutes felt like infinitudes to me, so I was boned in multitudinous ways. Gellir pumped batter after batter into my womb. I knew it was an illusion, but his spunk felt real within me and outside my pussy. My brothers were adjacent to me, and Lárus held my left metacarpus solicitously. I thought the worst was yet to come when I hallucinated Gellir’s cohorts sporting their erections.

I finally had a moment to breathe, so I insufflated my lungs way beyond capacity. Gellir and his friends faded to obscurity. I quickly looked at my vagina and spread my nether lips to further confirm he didn’t inseminate me, sighing with huge relief that the cicatrix from my rape remained the only vestige. My eyes were teary when Lárus pulled me in for a hug. I felt my inamorato’s warmth and affection.

“You ok, Kaera?” Lárus inquired.

“I saw him,” I susurrate in Lárus’s ear, trembling with fear.

“Who? Gellir?”

“Yes,” I stammered.

Lárus growled. “He won’t get you.”

“I fear he won’t face time in prison.”

Lárus growled louder and had rancorous horripilations. “I like to see him escape Salföðgrí if that is the case.” He reverted to his stoic state. “I still have faith he will be locked up for a long time.”

“You’re also not the only one overwrought with consternation,” Róstran uttered meekly.

Lárus glanced between me and Róstran. “I was about to sneak into my room, but I’ll stay here instead and cuddle you two.” He plopped in the middle of the bed and extended his arms out.

I lay on Lárus’s left while Róstran was on Lárus’s right, and Lárus pushed us closer to him. We had identical ideas of placing our hands around him. The three of us were in one jubilant pile of amorousness that extended beyond normal siblings. All of the jitters gradually faded.

I perceived my consanguineous brother’s penis protruding out. “Your boner is out.”

Lárus glanced at his erection. “Sorry. Ignore it.”

I scratched his chest. “You and I both know it won’t go away by itself.”

I noticed him raise his eyebrows as I reached towards his erection. “As much as I love you as your mate, I don’t want to take advantage over your nightmare.”

I touched his hard cock. “I’m doing this out of pure amorousness.”

Lárus rubbed my and Róstran’s backs while I stroked his penis. “You want to touch my dick, Róstran?”

“Hmm. Don’t mind if I do,” Róstran uttered, and I perceived his metacarpus on Lárus’s phallus.

We jerked Lárus’s endowment coevally. I had the portion that contained the glans while Róstran had the knot. His eyes were closed, his mien showing content like an individual finally achieved success or an entity surrounded and pampered by heartthrobs. I heard satisfied growls while massaging his acicular tip. My heart flittered from sensing his fingers on my back and puissant rumbles from his diaphragm.

I felt the vibrations even more when I added my brother’s bare chest to my touches. I dug to his sinew through his thick fur that was no longer puppyish or undergoing puberty. He was a mature, pulchritudinous Direfenri, and I was all the more glad I had him as my future husband.

Lárus suddenly twitched and gasped. I followed his gaze toward the culprit. Róstran sucked his testicles contemporaneously with jerking his penis. I kissed and nipped down to his genitalia, evanescently surceasing the handjob. His left gonad was susceptible to slaver, so I followed Róstran’s example. He stretched his legs and sighed contently as Róstran and I serviced him. I beckoned Róstran to come closer so we could osculate each other also. Our lips touched, and we almost exchanged his balls between us. The perfervidness in the kisses went so high that I almost drowned in it until Róstran broke it off.

I observed Róstran focus the oral stimulation to my brother’s knot. My tongue went higher, stopping right at the tip, and I encapsulated it in my mouth. Róstran happily lapped up all the precum that escaped my lips, and plenty of it did despite my attempts to scrimp it. Lárus disembogued it as heavily as emitting semen. The strokes etiolated into the background, and Róstran cradled Lárus’s balls in his hands.

“Let me see that ass of yours, Kaera” Lárus politely requested.

I obliged without proroguing the fellatio, waving my fundament sensually at Lárus. His digits caught me off guard, two dyads each penetrating my muliebrity and anus. I groaned euphorically into his pecker as he perforated my nether apertures. His adroitness revealed itself again, and my cunt became wet with nectar. I prepared myself for the cunnilingus when vacuities emerged in my pussy and rectum, but Róstran interrupted us.

“You keen on me doing some anal on you at this time?” Róstran catechized.

“Like what?” Lárus inquired, raising his eyebrows.

Róstran blushed. “Maybe some rimming or at least fingering.”

Lárus relaxed. “We’ll start with the latter and slowly progress to the former.

Róstran sounded agog. “Really?”

Lárus turned to his left side while I had his penis in my mouth still, parting his buttcheeks. “Have at it. No dicks!”

“Got it.”

I watched Róstran probe Lárus’s tail-hole with his finger, hearing my connate sibling yip and feeling the muscular physique tense up. The muscles modulated the tension, and he intercalated his digit up to his knuckle, wiggling it around within Lárus’s pucker. One escalated into two, eventually aggrandizing into three fingers. I heard Lárus pant more heavily than normal and perceived hot breaths on my anus and slit. It was similar to when Lárus penetrated me with his penis or if he actually took a penis up his taint, and his phallus pulsated wildly in my mouth.

Róstran pulled his digits out and buried his snout in Lárus’s sphincter. “Faer, this feels so weird,” I heard Lárus utter.

“Mmm. You taste scrumptious, Lárus,” Róstran responded sultrily.

“Hnn. Is this your first time giving someone a rimjob?”

“Yes, especially with a macho, husky Fenri such as yourself.”

“Fuck,” Lárus drawled out. “I could tell.”

“You behave like this is your premier experience on the receiving end or very infrequently allowed someone to lick back here.”

“Definitely with another male.” Lárus tensed up again. “His tongue is inside my ass.”

Lárus paused for several seconds before licking my twat and pucker while Róstran rimmed him, but something retarded his effort considerably and dragooned him to writhe. Róstran was in firmament as he feasted on Lárus’s anus, pressing the glutes to his physiognomy. I dealt with viscid strands of pre on my tongue until actual mucilaginous cum flooded my throat. I eventually met my euphoric kismet minutes later.

“Alright, Róstran. Your turn.” Lárus articulated. He hoisted the runt onto his chest, and Róstran gasped. “Let’s see if I can tackle this monstrosity,” he said, holding Róstran’s penis.

“Just don’t -gah!- dragoon yourself to go beyond your circumscription,” Róstran responded while Lárus fellated him.

I went behind Lárus’s head and pressed my tongue on Róstran’s taint, withering the tight ring away. Once I tasted his rectum, I searched within for the section that made Lárus jubilantly berserk. A stentorian yip made me pause. I caressed it once more, resulting in an identical reaction, and his vocals was more sonorous than from Lárus sucking his penis. Several more tests concluded this was the spot, and I pulled out.

“Well. Well. Well. Looks like you also have a sensitive spot in there,” I said, licking my chops.

“And it feels stupendous,” Róstran spoke with his eyes shut.

“Relax your throat and inhale deeply through your nose,” I whispered my exhortation to Lárus after noticing him struggle in sucking more of Róstran’s length, and he gave me a thumbs up.

It took awhile to find the special spot inside Róstran's anus with my tongue. I stimulated it vigorously to accelerate his orgasm, feeling his anal walls constrict while he moaned into Lárus’s hirsute paunch. The scintillas of spunk lingered on Lárus’s lips, and I supplicated to Faer to let this moment stretch into eternity instead of facing what was imminent in a few hours as I drifted into another slumber.

The sunshine commenced one of the days I dreaded the most. I wanted to just crawl underneath the blankets and feign a malady, preferring to cuddle with Lárus and Róstran. However, dad had other plans and knocked on the door, ordering Róstran to wake up. I fretted he would catch the three of us naked on the bed, but I heard him knock on my door with the same ascetic adjuration, followed by identical actions to Lárus’s room. Róstran got dressed while Lárus and I entered the hallways.
We all entered the kitchen, acting credulous while taking our seats at the table. Mom served bread topped with poached eggs, venison, and a yellow sauce while Dad read the newspaper. He folded the top half down when I scooted the chair out. “Ready for today, Kækæ?”

I internally grimaced at the nickname and the consternation. “No. I want to crawl inside a box and pretend this day doesn’t exist instead.” I coughed violently, pretending to be sick. “I’m also recovering from my illness.”

Dad nodded. “I don’t have a tendentious view in favor of today either. Do you have enough vigor to attend?”

“I should. The worst of it came and went last night.”

Rýnaki glanced up from his pabulums, and moieties of them fell from his visage. “Any intimation as to how the inquest will turn out?”

Dad phlegmatically shook his head. “Not a single clue. The justice has a predilection for being oracular with his thoughts.”

“Plenty of people made their decision,” Dágfárik shot death daggers at me, striking me in the chest, “and they indubitably made their detestation hackneyed.”

“I prognosticated about that. I also predict bellicosities for today, so everyone will surround Kaera and escort her to the church. Understand?” Everyone acknowledged dad’s plan by nodding.

“What time will we have to vamoose?” Róstran inquired

“The ombudsman annunciated he will promulgate his arbitration at ten in the morning.” Dad glanced at the clock. “Which means we must vamoose in a few minutes.”

I received the exact treatment mom did when we escorted her through the Hawk Spiders. I was in the center, shielded by the masculine members in the household, the pups came along. Everyone but Róstran, me, and the pups was naked aside from being strapped with their weapons, and dad had his greatsword on his back. We navigated the snowy trenches in Álfsandur to the church, and the chockablock paths stymied our progress.

The people descried me through my family and vociferated virulences at me. I heard all the vituperations imaginable: whore, slut… wolf. They outdistanced the support I had despite being homologous in numbers. I wanted to implode like Róstran if he and Lárus weren’t adjoining me, becoming my shields, and I leaned against Lárus. The cacophonous rancor reached a fever pitch at the bethel.

My spot was at the front in the cathedral— a malediction in my books. Gellir and Rikka were in the defendant’s spots, and he waved and blew a kiss at me. I shrunk behind the wood until all I saw was the barrier. The boisterous brouhaha trickled inside to capacity. Then, it got halcyon. I peeked up to discern the adjudicator walking in.

“All rise,” a guard proclaimed, and everybody rose.

“You may sit,” the judge enunciated, sitting in his high chair. He tapped a stack of papers onto the desk to straighten it. “After fastidiously scrutinizing the depositions and substantiations, my arbitrament is this. Gellir and Rikka are guilty of felonious acts against Kaera Brákfurdútir and are sentenced to Þoráðsuvéílka penitentiary for sixty years.” An uproar erupted abaft. “Additionally, Gellir is hereby decreed to lose his virginity before his Mating Ceremony and will be forbidden for partaking in it for his entire life. He is expatriated from society, and Rikka is no longer an Alpha.”

Rikka’s corybantic fist slammed the table. “Inordinate!”

The judge was unfazed as he flipped to the subsequent sheet. “All accolades are stripped from you. The cohorts aside from Þorbörn are expelled from school and banned from the Mating Ceremony for twenty years and are considered pariahs until then, and Kaera is innocent of losing her chastity. She retains her cachet as Brákfur’s daughter and will continue her life unhindered.” Sweet euphoria benumbed me. It wasn’t the rightful punishment I envisaged, but I couldn’t kvetch about the mulct.“Dismissed!”

I was beatifically stupefied to fully comprehend my locomotions, the obloquies from one half of the crowd, the felicitations from the other half, and the touches from my family. I forced my head to look at Gellir. He was uncannily stoic until making eye contact. Then, he eerily flashed his toothy grin and hauntingly cantillated a portion of the chorus from My Precious Possession. “Every oath that breaks, every bond that’s fake, I’ll be there to catch you, my precious possession.”