Chapter 55: Making Amends.

Escorting Róstran to his room was more arduous than I prognosticated. Lárus and I jogged to keep up with him. We were worried about if he wanted his reward or not or if we needed to increase it as compensation. I leaned towards the doubtful category as he stormed down the halls and narrowly avoided collision against the servants and guards.

Róstran barged into his room and face-planted on the bed, sobbing into the pillows. I lay next to him and stroked his back. His body and tail curled on top of my omphalos. My breasts became surrogate pillows, and his tears soaked into the thin patch of fur. Lárus lay next to us and swallowed us with his arms.

We stayed with Róstran while he rode the waves of emotions. His sobs ebbed and flowed in intensity. Just when we thought he was at the final stretch, they came back, and he quavered. The quakes were redolent of my reactions to my trauma. I patted him and hummed his sister’s lullabye, and my connate twin joined me. The shivers gradually eased in intensity and didn’t return. We aggrandized our effort once we realized it had an effect.

The shivers reduced to barely discernible, and the crying and tears surceased. Róstran remained curled on top of me, and his head was in between my bosoms. I dared not move except for petting him, and Lárus also continued caressing him. We looked at each other and probably had similar thoughts. The travesty shouldn’t have happened. Dad could’ve influence the Alpha Prime into granting an exception to him.

Róstran turned his at me while on my breasts, and I saw his gloomy eyes open. “Feeling better?” I catechized.

“Somewhat,” Róstran answered lugubriously.

“Sorry for what happened,” Lárus spoke, scratching Róstran’s ear.

A hint of irascibility mixed in Róstran’s voice. “I knew it was an inadvertence to attend the saturnalia naked.”

“What happened?” I inquired.

“Lárus asked if I was ok at the party, and, initially, I answered positively. He further inquired if the feast was affable enough for me to be alone while he bought you time for the main event between us. No one paid attention to me. If they did, they gawked at my huge sheath and testicles, which cajoled my gigantic penis to announce itself. I presupposed and told him everything would be fine, so I was forlorn. At first, nothing aberrant and pernicious occurred. I was near my family despite competing in the lubricious contest. I surreptitiously masturbated under the table to hide my erection. Then, trouble appeared. Dad’s sire and his peers appeared, and I caught their horrible badinages. Most called me runt and wolf.” Lárus and I snarled at the slur. “They chastised my cicatrixes and made a mockery out of me. I was reliving the moments in my previous home. Alphas Ægir and Kaj tried otiosely to shut them up. Then, dad and mom appeared and demonstrated how minacious they can be despite crossdressing. Dad lambasted them brutally while he and her snarled, and Hrafnir, Rýnaki and their mates surrounded me. He and most of the antagonistic Alphas got into a verbal, acrimonious altercation with him defending me by saying Fenri like me are still Fenri and my intelligence is an indispensable asset to the country.”

“He’s fucking right about that,” Lárus spoke. “You saved everyone’s assess during the Hawk Spiders.”

“Then, Alvar called me a wolf that needed euthanasia , and dad punched him. That’s when you two appeared.”

“Yikes.” I flattened my ears in chagrin. “Sorry you had to endure that.”

“What about hiding under the table?” Lárus asked.

Róstran shivered. “Kellam was one of my tormentors who paid my actual begetter to violate me. He wasn’t around when my mana manifested for the first time and went haywire.”

I sat upright, and Róstran still remained on my nude body. “You have to tell dad. He has the clout to get him thrown in prison.”

“That’s insurmountable because contestants are protected from prosecution unless they commit crimes during the contest.”

“That’s bullshit!” Lárus vociferated, snarling even louder and baring his teeth.

Róstran nodded in concurrence. “Even if dad can arraign him, he has his own influence to stand on and prominent coadjutors.”

Lárus rancorously plopped onto a pillow adjoining me. “So, Kellam has to lose for us to even have a chance of retribution.”

“A modicum of one at best. If he does win, then it’s indubitably zilch.”

“Hopefully, it won’t come to that,” I enunciated, hugging Róstran tightly to my physique.
Róstran embraced me, too, and buried his head in my mammillae again. My loins burn and my cunt got moist from perceiving his endowment and engorging boner. I hoped he wanted his requital and not believe Lárus and I were exploiting him or vice versa. If he was content with cuddling, then that was fine with me.

We listened to the chockablock hallway for awhile as the bacchanal ended. The crepuscular sky turned even more cimmerian as the hall turned halcyon. We snuggled well beyond the final sounds reverberated outside, and I was phlegmatic. He appeared to be asleep, so I gingerly removed him from my belly and placed him on his bed. Lárus and I stealthily stood up and sneaked out of the chamber, and I plotted to have my twin sibling stick his penis in me tonight and have Róstran’s reward later.

We stopped just as we turned the door slightly ajar, hearing Róstran whimper. He looked at us with beseeching eyes. “Where are you going?”

“To our rooms,” I answered.

Róstran appeared crestfallen. “Did I not fulfill my deal exceptionally well?”

Lárus looked at me, then at him. “You went beyond on what we expected from you.” He shut the door. “You definitely earned your reward, but we figured you wanted to claim it later, given what happened.”

“What if I’m fine enough to claim my remuneration right now?”

I glanced at my consanguineous sibling for a few seconds. “You are positive you want it?”

Róstran nodded and thumped his tail. “Unequivocally yes.”

We looked at each other again for a longer duration, taking an equally long time to scrutinize Róstran. Nothing in his demeanor screamed chicanery. “Alright,” Lárus spoke. “Wait here; I’ll be right back.” He raised his eyebrows fugaciously at me for a couple seconds before opening the door. “Get him started,” he susurrate to me from the hall while shutting it.

“On it,” I whispered just before the crack disappeared.

I strutted in a way to appear voluptuous to Róstran, licking my lips, fondling my breasts, twisting my nipples, and rubbing my vagina. Róstran blushed, thumped his tail harder, and his penis protruded. I knelt at the end of the bed and sultrily beckoned him with a finger. Every wobble of his erect cock as he crept toward me aggrandized my concupiscence. Our lips touched, and I ensured every minim of ardor and eroticism was behind the osculations. I rubbed the pack of his head and pulled him closer. He knew just how to titillate me by nipping and tugging my lips with his laniaries.

Róstran shifted his cuspids to my neck, and I scratched his back. My fingers dug into his fur, sensing his sinew tense up, his shivers, and his horripilations. His ears were like his tail. I sensed his sexual barbarism waiting for me to pull it and make the act official. I could hardly contain myself, imagining what his domineering side wanted me to endure. A couple of questions materialized in my head and tantalized me further. Was he capable of being the lascivious disciplinarian for a longer duration? Did he possess a mindless, feral brute of a stud that could remove all hindrances to his full power like Lárus had.

His leaking pecker enthralled me, and it was easy access.My left hand bathed in his precum as I jerked him off. I snuck my lubricated metacarpus over to his backdoor. Róstran enlarged his eyes and paused. His tight, warm rectum constricted on my fingers, and I located the special spot inside him. Multitudinous shots of precum discharged from his penis and splattered against my mammillae.

“K-Kaera,” Róstran drawled out.

“You like me stimulating your g-spot?” I sultrily responded, pressing hard on his prostate suddenly.

“Ngh! My prostate! I can’t last much longer!”

I left his penis swollen and begging for release by pulling my finger out. It throbbed powerfully, appearing it was a hair-trigger from ejaculating as I plopped him on his ass. My breasts sandwiched it. I pressed them together and barely rubbed and licked his pecker before it became a virile geyser, sending a deluge of semen onto my body ,and he meld into the mattress from beatific lethargy.

I crawled onto the bed and toward Róstran, lowering my physique onto him. We hugged, and I slid my vagina along his length. The osculations resumed, exchanging his puppy batter with our mouths. We looked at the door as Lárus entered, holding some items.

“Finally got them,” Lárus uttered. He exuviate the massive weight on his shoulders, sighing contently as he did.

“What did you get?” I asked, sliding off Róstran. “I see you brought some underwear.”
“That, and,” Lárus separated the undergarments, “the toys we caught Róstran playing with. Don’t try smuggling them around the family.”

“Noted.” I caught my brother’s jockstrap right I was on the verge of vacating the bed. I slipped it on without hesitation or qualm, raising my eyebrows after. “There’s something I thought I never see.”

“Ditto,” Róstran replied, panting perfervidly.

Lárus had one of my panties on, one with leopard spots and black lace.The size conformed to his physique better than what it would be on Róstran, and he was lackadaisical while adjusting it slightly. “I figured I add more to the experience as an apology to what you went through, Róstran.”

“That’s supererogatory, but I appreciate it and won’t kvetch about the gift. Looking seductive, Lárus.” Róstran turned to me while getting his panties and bra on. “And you, too, Kaera. That jockstrap suits you superbly.”

“Thanks, Róstran,” I responded, looking at myself in the mirror I discovered. “I am digging the look and feel of wearing primarily a jockstrap.”

“There’s still more,” Lárus enunciated, holding the matching bra. I beheld his reflection struggle to put it. “Fucking bra— can’t connect the back strap.”

“Let me assist, brother,” I uttered, beckoning him with my finger.

Lárus stood in front of me, looking at the mirror while I connected his bra. The padding gave him the appearance of having decent breasts, and I reached underneath to caress them. “Thanks, little sister.” I promptly pulled the strap back to the farthest point and instantly released it, witnessing him flinch and silently howling in pain. He inspected himself, tugging his panties and bra. “Nice and snug. They feel better than I thought. I look like I just grew some boobs. Róstran appeared in the mirror, standing to Lárus’s left. “How do I look, Róstran?” He asked, flexing his muscles.

“The apotheosis of studs. The epicene undergarments don’t diminish your virility and burly physique.” Róstran grabbed the prominent protuberance on Lárus’s panties. “And that tumescence you possess. I indubitably won’t kvetch to anymore moments about the three of us crossdressing together.”

“Wurf! Don’t sell yourself too short.” Lárus reciprocated except he went inside Róstran’s effete underwear. “Yours has mine beat by a long shot. I’m still in disbelief. I’ve never seen anyone possess a bulge as large as yours whether they’re short or tall, and I’m glad you enjoy.”

“I agree,” I added, admiring the reflections. Only Kellam was the one I knew who could match Róstran’s genitalia identically though I didn’t dare utter the name.

We looked at ourselves wearing the opposite gender’s underwear before Lárus turned his head directly to Róstran, licking his lips. “Time for the apology.”

Lárus bent down and lifted Róstran over his shoulders before Róstran responded, carrying him to the bed. Róstran thumped his tail exuberantly after he threw him down. I beheld him leisurely grind his tumescence against him. The kisses and caresses were in the same vein as my time with Róstran, getting him relaxed. My heat reappeared although I always relished observing gay sex between my two brothers. My nectar imbued into my jockstrap and adhered it to my muliebrity.

I lay on the bed and caressed my vulva, observing one of my carnal indulgences in action. Lárus had fervor behind his affections and smothered Róstran with his husky frame, and Róstran was being coy like a fox. Every nip inflamed his dominance, invoking guttural, lustful growls. Róstran was subtly cajoling more bruising from him.

Lárus gyrated his hips like he was humping my vagina. Their precum soused a wide area on their panties and percolated to their fur. He unleashed their hulking manhoods from their epicene prison and launched another assault with his mouth. Both penises touched each other, and he held them together, sliding his length across the larger spire. Róstran stopped provoking him. Instead, Róstran moaned audibly and held him tightly while undergoing his immense fervor.

“Lárus,” Róstran drawled out.

My connate brother sunk his laniaries into his sensuous prey’s neck and rolled themselves to their sides. Róstran’s mouth was agape though no vocalizations came forth. I observed one of his metacarpus gravitate to Róstran’s ass and massage the panty-covered glutes. My presupposition was on the mark as he reached underneath the panties. Róstran clenched his teeth and thrust his fundament backwards. He swirled his finger within Róstran’s rectum and commanded me by glancing at the lascivious toys.

I looked closely at what Lárus brought over, discovering two dildos and a pellucid, squishy tube. He ordered me, again, with his eyes once I picked them up, and I assumed he wanted to use them on Róstran. I glanced at them and the loving brothers. They were more efficacious than my fingers. It would be a waste to not use them while savoring the view of frottage and anal fingering. I pulled my jockstrap’s pouch aside, inserting an ersatz phallus into my vagina after I got on the bed.

Initially, I forced in it with my right hand. Then, I transitioned to thrusting downward on it. My juices made it slick and scintillating. Its girth filled me up surprisingly and stimulated my cunt though I craved my brothers’ penises. A shockwave migrated from crotch to my head, and I flooded the bed with nectar.

I handed Lárus the lubed toy and observed Róstran’s anus capitulate under it. A fugacious howl echoed in the chamber before he silenced Róstran with a kiss. A beatific bliss enveloped the runt’s visage, complete with joyful tears. He slid it in and out while frotting him coevally. Every insertion and removal evoked vocals from Róstran. I heard them even through the osculations, which he aggrandized further every time Róstran got louder.

Róstran relished the attention Lárus gave to his ass. I didn’t know who did the most work: him desperately thrusting his posterior down on it or Lárus moving it. The perforations pushed the precum out of his urethra, making the two peckers shimmer. His testicles worked overtime, and his cock enlarged itself.

Seeing Róstran’s amicable reception to a phallus made my heart flutter with joy. I figured the sensation was different enough to not educe the tragic memories as he jubilantly met my twin sibling halfway with his rump. It brought up the next hurdle. My brother was not as agog as Róstran in knotting another male’s anus or getting knotted by one. I wanted to try pegging after beholding a plentitude of wives doing it to their masculine mates, conjecturing he would take up on my offer. However, I suspected he preferred someone like Lárus to claim him long term. An idea popped into my head on executing the next phase into healing his trauma.

My experience in being the bottom in anal sex taught me lubrication was paramount, so I got to work. I placed my head near Lárus’s butt and moved his panties to one side. My tongue and slaver touched his anus. Instantaneously, he paused and shivered briefly before grinding on Róstran’s penis  He didn’t mind me tasting his delicious musk from his taint, inadvertently coaxing me to continue my plan. I dragged my tongue from his testicles to his sphincter and buried my muzzle in his crack.

The pink ring was tight, a manifestation of Lárus’s neophyte experience in being the bottom. I doubled my effort on the fusillade of tongue flicks. Its pertinacity proved to be my enemy, barely yielding some tautness to my mouth. To make my effort all the more herculean, my cognate lover was tense and instinctively clenches it, and the heat of the moment ingurgitated Róstran, meaning I was doing this solo.

I reached underneath my twin brother’s panties and grabbed his testicles, gently squeezing them while licking his anus. His and Róstran’s pre flowed like streams back at home, soaking my hands. Their affections toward each other made them heavy. I felt his scrotum expand and fill with sperm. I worked vigorously on them and sensed my tongue wiggle further into his rectum yet I wasn’t satisfied with how constricted it still was.

I abandoned his rear and focused nibbling on his neck.One hand maintained my presence on it while the other worked on his gonads. A finger entered his anus, and he reacted to it. I wiggled it around and located his prostate. Róstran scratched and massaged his chest, joining me in easing his tension. Gradually, I got three of my fingers in his posterior aperture. Once I did and loosened the pucker some more, I went back to rimming him. My tongue went in all the way, giving me the most potent dose of his gamey musk. I anchored my mouth in place and bathed his anus with saliva. Now satisfied, I secretly got my toy, lubed it with my wet vagina, and began perforating him.

Lárus barked in Róstran’s mouth, seized up, and darted his gaze me. “Sister?”

I smirked. “Don’t mind me. I just want to be part of a threesome.”

Lárus raised his eyebrows. “By penetrating my ass?”

“It’s just a dildo— not an actual penis attached to a male.” I indicated Róstran, who was coming out of his rhapsodic haze. “Seems fair for what we put him through inadvertently.”

“What’s going on?” Róstran inquired groggily.

“Kaera is attempting to shove a dildo up my ass,” Lárus answered, jabbing a thumb at me.

“Oh. How is it?”

“She didn’t insert it yet. I felt the tip poke my rear entrance, and that’s when I paused.” Lárus turned to face me. “So, that was why you rimmed me.”

I shrugged and place the dildo on the bed. “Guilty as charge though you can’t blame me for trying to introduce the concept to you since you’re the only one in this trio that has a virgin butt. I’ll stop if you want me to.”

Lárus was about to respond when Róstran’s subtle whine made his ears twitched, and he looked at him. “I’ll let you decide, Róstran.”

Róstran blinked and had a stupefied countenance. “For real?”

“Another way to apologize for what occurred at the feast earlier.”

Róstran raised his left hand. “Five minutes or until you ejaculate—whichever comes first. Sound fair?”

“If you say so.” Lárus and Róstran resumed where they left off, and he raised his tail. “Now, where were we.”

I wet my lecherous toy again with my ambrosia, slid Lárus’s panties aside once more, and got the tip in my consanguineous lover’s rectum. Everything in the second half was identical to the first moiety except it was Róstran who silenced him with a perfervid smooch this time when I moved the whole dildo in and out of him. Who knew he could howl that high of a pitch. It was like he took a hard, direct hit to his gonads. I moved it slowly in and out, remembering from my own experience how delicate anal sex was.

Phlegmatically, Lárus got acclimated to the invader. I observed him frot and penetrate Róstran at his usual pace and got Róstran back into a blubbery puddle, their precum flowing once more. My pace and force increased as a result. His tail continued wagging, and he and him shared their kisses with me. I couldn’t help but caress both their physiques and take in more information about what made each of them uniquely immaculate.

I noticed both dyads of testicles were outside the panties and pressed them together, smirking. “Oh guys,” I drawled out.

“What is it?” Róstran inquired.

I smirked while holding and rolling all the virile orbs in one hand. “The balls are touching.”

Lárus looked down and immediately snorted. “That’s just a saying. Besides, Róstran would be my exception with your permission.”

“And I look forward to the day you’re amiable to being the top and bottom to him so I can watch my brothers engage in anal in person.”

“Let me adjust to getting a dildo in my butt before I try an actual cock.” Lárus gesticulated at Róstran. “Particularly his gargantuan claymore.”

“My birthday in two days being too short for the acclimation?” Róstran inquired.

“For sure, but Kaera and I have plans for you.” Lárus gave me a look of oh-fuck-I-forgot. We had the physical presents ready, but that was before we were intimate with him.

We commenced once more, and I found my steady rhythm that works with my inamorato. Then, he exhibited signs that I found his magic spot, and I exploited it. The pleasurable weight imploded his body and aplomb. I didn’t expect him to be this biddable. Power bottom was what I envisaged him as but not a bottom-bottom, but I wasn’t bellyaching. One of my guilty pleasures from the porn books was huge, burly males being submissive instead of archetypal controllers.

My siblings ejaculated their spunk all over each other and their girly underwear. I was the only one who hadn’t orgasmed yet, and the pouch in my jockstrap was saturated beyond belief. My heat was also near its apex. I moved my masculine undergarments aside and parted my vagina, straddling Róstran’s hulking maleness.

“Want to fill me up, Róstran?” I catechized, grinning while the outer edges of my labia gripped his tip. He nodded, and I plunged my cunt on his shaft.

I shuddered and groaned as the biggest sausage of my life filled my pussy. Róstran also whimpered from my tightness clenching hard on it. I sought an ephemeral interregnum to acclimate to it, but my twin brother had other plans. I felt Lárus pressed himself against my back, followed by a fluid insertion of his manhood into my anus.

“Fucking Faer, Lárus!” I yelped. “Couldn’t you have waited a minute longer before sticking your cock in my ass?

Lárus snickered. “Consider it payback for sticking a dildo in my anus.” He had his head on my shoulder and had his arms around me. “Ready to put your training to work, Róstran?”

“I’ll make a sincere attempt,” Róstran answered, adjusting his panties.

I was in nirvana. I had two large penises inside me coevally. They had their own plans instead of being contemporaneous One entrance expanded while the other contracted. It was my turn to be silenced as Lárus osculated me. Both of my breasts received attention too. Their eventual synchronization satiated me no other way could compare.

“Fuck!” I groaned. “I love how huge you two feel inside my holes.”

Róstran hugged me tightly while I gyrated my hips on his cock. Lárus gripped my shoulders equally as hard. I contracted both of my orifices, believing they also stimulated each other through some form of frottage between my organs. They appeared slightly feral, and I wished they unleashed all of their hidden reserves.

I bent forward and nipped Róstran around his visage and neck. He requited equally, and Lárus bit me, too. Every erogenous spots on my physique received affection, and they coevally rubbed my clitoris. At the rate they touched me and perforated my vagina and anus, I was cocksure my orgasm would be before theirs. They showed no signs of relenting.

I came like a waterfall. I flooded Róstran’s whole body, bra, and panties with nectar. Lárus growled and humped me faster, showing harbingers of cumming, too, perhaps spurred by my increased tightness. He held me tightly close to his chest. I heard his feral breaths. I felt his powerful heartbeats. He sunk his laniaries into my neck. The most alarming signal I got wasn’t from him but from Róstran.

“Róstran,” I warned, sensing him erratically buck his hips upwards into my pussy. He could knot me if he wasn’t careful.

“What, Kaera?” Róstran stammered, writhing.

“Your knot.” I felt the bulbous portion enter and exit my snatch, groaning each time it did. It was nearly the size for knotting

“Right.”

Róstran tried earnestly in holding back. I constricted my vagina as tightly as possible, fretting I would need to employ the technique. The knot inflated to its max size. He limited his power, going hard enough to ejaculate semen in me but not hard enough to tie me and keeping his cream in. It was just a question of whether he was adroit to maintaining the balance.

I kept my right hand at the ready in case he was still an abecedarian. I was more alert when he announced his cum. His spunk arrived, painting my uterus and vaginal walls white. I was glad when I didn’t sense the sudden pop of his knot hilting me and savored the sensation of being filled with jizz.

It wasn’t long after that Lárus announced his climax and injected his puppy batter in me, completed with him tying my ass. My belly appeared like I was in the later stages of pregnancy with two litters instead of one. Róstran was successful in not knotting my cunt in order to climax. The distended belly shrank to half of its original size as the sperm steadily flowed and deliquesced more awhile later when Lárus pulled out. They energetically cleaned up their mess with their tongues. We were one tired, jubilant, hirsute pile on the bed, and I drifted from reality to a very familiar acquaintance.