Chapter 31: Father
 
(Octokew 10th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)
 
“Faer,” dad vociferated exasperatedly after I heard the front door open, “it’s great to be back home.” I instantly perceived feet charging upstairs and down the staircase, peeking over the couch where I worked on my History project and observing mom barrel into him. “Woah there; it hasn’t been a minute, and I’m already heading outside. He reciprocated her hug, patting her right shoulder. “It’s great to see you again.”

“Ditto, and I’m ready for a bruising,” mom responded sultrily, reaching into dad’s pants.

Dad growled excitedly, but he removed mom’s hands from his crotch. “Soon, my precious pumpkin; I need to greet everybody first.” He osculated her fugaciously and walked to where me, Lárus, and Róstran were, looking towards me. “Hey there, Kækæ.”

My face did some peculiar contortions. “Kækæ?”

“It’s a praxis I learned from the Káyüts. They come up with a variation of a loved one’s name and use it as an epithet as a term of endearment. I figured I should start doing it.”

“As long as it doesn’t spread throughout the public,” I mumbled.

“Now what kind of parent would I be if I didn’t embarrass my pups occasionally.” Dad bent down and osculated my right cheek. Faer, I hoped he wasn’t serious and inadvertently squandered my chance at joining the Phenomenal Five. “Róstry and Lásy,” he acknowledged Róstran and Lárus, respectively, and they had identical reactions to their nicknames as mine.

“How was the trip?” Róstran inquired, his eyes looking up from his trading cards.

Dad responded with a heavy sigh. “The business side went more smoothly than I prognosticated, although it didn’t lessen the execration I have towards politics. However, I did enjoy learning the Káyüts and their culture— a very peculiar race. They are casual about being naked anywhere in Kosüvain, perhaps more lackadaisical than us Fenri, although they relegate the carnal, bawdy acts strictly to the domiciles they live in or, in the case of taverns, bedrooms…” Róstran was riveted by his discussion of the culture of Canir’s western neighbor.

“Do they have to alter their customs drastically once the annexation is complete?” Mom asked while putting the dishes away.

“That took up the vast majority of negotiations while I was there, which was what I anticipated. We agreed on the amount of autonomy and consuetude they would have while still being under our influence. It’s just a matter if the new Alpha Prime would accept it as is or amend it and send me back with the counteroffer.” Dad sighed discontentedly before turning back to normal. “Surprisingly, the nation of Rusask wasn’t aggressive about maximizing their side of the deal, so that drastically reduced the expected time spent at Kosüvain. That means more time to be with my family.”

“Are the parties involved aware of the change in leadership?”

Dad denuded the outer layers of his habiliments that were unnecessary. “Yes although that’s not an issue. The delay in me relaying the terms to the Alpha Prime means my arrival in Kosüvain will coincide with the other parties’ debarkations. I’ll be here and help you with the pups, observe Rýnaki claim his mate, and all of us will attend Ilmur’s special Mating Ceremony at Kristvöltí.” He scans the homely environment. “Speaking of pups— I need to see them.”

Mom ambulated to the stairs. “They’re upstairs in the nursery.” She disappeared with dad upstairs, returning several minutes later. I thought she would stay up there and have him stuff her with his cream.

I returned to the task at hand while mom went into the kitchen, hearing her prepare a meal. The amount of words that escape the maelstrom of a scatterbrain’s mind to the paper was exiguous. I had a much easier time inscribing my life in my diary than writing about my topic in a meritorious or execrable light.

I glanced at the stairs as I heard footsteps, beholding dad walking down. It was safe to assume he was fixated on one thing because he was naked. His demeanor and locomotion were also dead giveaways, his meaty log jouncing around and scintillating from pre. True to his proclivity, he ambushed mom while she retrieved ingredients, pulling her pants and scanty underwear down her thighs. He quickly inserted his penis in one of her nether apertures, demonstrating his intimate knowledge of her anatomy and precision as he perforated her in one thrust while pinning her over the counter.

Mom was acceptive of Dad’s effrontery with a beatific visage and howl. I observed his testicles fugaciously appear behind him multitudinous tines, hearing the virile dyad smack her fundament. The balls seemed brimming with semen, and I wondered if he even masturbated at all during the trip. Are all masculine Fenri and Direfenri predisposed to excruciating torture similar in intensity to a female’s heat as they abnegate from copulation temporarily? I thought, imagining his libido bedeviling him during the entire duration.

The force tumultuously succussed the counter and its doors as dad engrossed himself with procreation. He had mom’s legs off the floor, supporting her avoirdupois with the sinew around his hips, and she held onto whatever she could on the counter. The rapturous countenance told me all I needed to know— she was engrossed in her privy, ecstatic, libidinous microcosm. Their own version of arousal materialized as viscid strands whenever he mostly disjoined his penis from her cunt.

Dad must’ve been more oversexed from the entire trip than I prognosticated as I perceived a long orgiastic howl from way sooner than the other times I observed him have sex with mom. The pellucid fluids transmuted into a milky monsoon because of the premature climax, inundating the kitchen floor. His knot wasn’t even out of his sheath and tumefy with blood, and I heard no signs of her reaching her crescendo. The blissful apogee was barely a bump to him as he continued humping her nether region immediately after his orgasm deliquesced while she cleaned the cum.

“Oh, Faer, you’re so horny,” mom huffed while her pendular breasts swung.

“Grr. I’ve been abstinent ever since I left for the meeting,” dad replied under the sound of his testicles slapping mom’s posterior.”

Mom had a modicum of stupefaction sneak into her rhapsodic expression. “That long? Holy fuck.”

Dad nodded. “Not even masturbation— sorry for not making you cum with me.”

“Obviously, your sexual needs take priority over mine, so let me, as your mate, assuage them. I know you are assiduous at my needs, but you deserve your moments also.” Mom sounded like she had an ephemeral, orgasmic paroxysm as she barked once briefly.

Dad barbarously took mom to the vacuous couch directly across from me, pinning her decumbent on the cushions while laying parallel on her, and her raiments, bra, and panties flew in the air during the lift. Rýnaki and Dágfárik went to the backyard to spar, and Lárus announced his departure to see Ásyvör. Róstran vamoosed from his spot like he sensed danger rapidly approaching. I should’ve followed their examples and sequestered myself to work on my assignment, although my upcoming heat had another idea. My vagina became moist as I envisaged Gellir giving me the exact treatment as mom’s while adjoining her. I don’t know how long I stargazed, but the fantasy felt brief to me before a phantasmagoric intruder snapped me back into reality right as dad ejaculated in mom again.

The umpteenth time was the magic number for getting enough of the animal outside of dad. He was more cognizant of his environment and judicious of his actions. I beheld his penis easily slip out of whatever nether vacuity it was in, and he dipped his head between mom’s legs while she sat on the cushion, insouciant about his sperm down there.

I heard a delightful yip from mom while harking sonorous slurps from dad. All the diminutive debts he racked up from cumming in her without getting a single orgasm out of her paid themselves sequentially as she climaxed frequently. Gradually, the white, agglutinative fluid got more limpid and liquescent as her mellifluous arousal replaced his semen. He licked his lips once he finished licking her vagina and sat adjacent to her, and she bent over his lap, taking his phallus in her mouth. His arms intercalated between his head and the back cushion, appearing content to relax and relish the fellatio.

“So, what’s going on in your life, Kækæ?” Dad catechized, grunting from mom sucking his dick. “I noticed the door to your bedroom needs replacement at some point.”

The new nickname irked me somewhat. “I’ve been getting a plethora of assignments from school recently.” My eyes darted to the piles of paper and books for the report, picking up one of the tomes. “One of them is from History, and it’s a long essay about a Fenri’s life. I’m allowed to interview a live one or research a deceased entity.”

“Well, you can certainly fill a book about me and get an easy A.” I noticed dad’s eyes roll around with the lids still shut. “Faer knows what it will increase the amount to.”

“Don’t take it personally, but I didn’t select you because there are bonus points on the line for selecting an obscure Fenri, and I want them.” I observed him sigh contentedly, perhaps a commixture of mom fellating him and the delightful news. “You are the subject for plenty of students although they each had a thick book about you.”

Dad sighed even more audibly. “So, who’s your topic on?”

“Vuðurri.”

Dad’s ears perked up, opening his eyes. “That can earn you those extra points. Have you decided to focus on the positive contributions or the iniquitous creations that made him too nefarious for most people to mention him?”

I shook my head. “I haven’t decided, although it sucks that people recognize him for the flagitious acts he did and not for the most likely reason they’re alive right now because of him.”

Dad pushed mom’s head further down his penis to the knot that finally emerged, and her tail wagged. “I know Tandri has sources directly from the infamous individual himself. I’m positive he’ll lend them to you once I catch up with him and ask.” He rubbed his chin. “On second thought,” he looked at his wife, “is it possible to increase the amount of portions for tonight’s dinner?” She gave him a thumbs-up while holding her breath, still wagging her tail. “Thanks. I’ll invite him once I see him, and he’ll assist you better, Kækæ.”

“Thanks, dad.”

Dad released his spouse and got her to straddle his cock, moaning as she interposed it between her nether lips. “Surely, your report isn’t the most interesting event I missed.”

“Kaera and Lárus each found a potential mate for the Mating Ceremony,” mom grunted as she jounced up and down.

“That’s terrific,” dad responded while fondling mom’s mammillae and nibbling her neck. “What are their names?”

“Ásyvör is with Lárus, and Gellir is with me,” I answered.

Dad stopped lightly gnawing on mom’s neck, looking at me. “Gellir. That’s Rikka’s son?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“And Lárus made it on the school’s Mettevéúrokkig team,” mom uttered, gyrating her hips with dad’s penis still in her.

Dad appeared overwhelmed by euphoria for a few seconds. “What is his role?”

“A striker.”

“I bethink of the time I was a striker— not one of my honorable moments.” Dad began licking mom’s left breast, bucking his hips upward.

“You weren’t chivalrous?”

Dad nodded slightly. “Although I didn’t violate the rules.” He got more solemn. “Any more memorable events?” He looked at me and altered his voice to more menacing. “Any conflicts?”

The pygmy shred of contumacy and lie vanished as fast as it came inside my head as I sensed the subtle, minacious aura from dad’s deadpan physiognomy. I went with a euphemism. “I had a minor skirmish at school.”

“That’s putting it mildly, Kaera.” The topic created a caesura in the coitus, with dad’s endowment still inside mom’s pussy.

“What happened?” Mom inquired.

“I received word that Kaera and Lárus went berserk and attacked a few of their classmates during school.”

“They mentioned about a scuffle to me, but it didn’t sound serious.”

“Well, their paroxysms gave a few students bloody noses or shiners… maybe both, and one of them is related to Rikka.”

Mom’s eyes pierced into my soul, and I thought they would espy the blemishes on it. “You broke several noses and possibly gave them black eyes too?!”

“Because they were hectoring Róstran,” I responded fervidly.

“And I extol the valiant effort.” Dad sighed, loosening the impendent expression. “Róstran wouldn’t have had any problems if they were different people.”

“You’re aware of it?”

“Yes, and Rikka isn’t someone you want to be on a shit list. He’s indomitable when it comes to protecting his family and use his influence, and recusancy is ingrained in his blood. Going against him requires a different tact, and Faer must’ve blessed you if he doesn’t requite you soon.”

I flattened my ears in chagrin. “Sorry, dad.”

“We’ll see what he does in the upcoming days, and you and your twin brother will meet someone anon.”

“If they survive my castigation,” mom added. My blood became sanguineous ice as she still kept the intimidatory contortions on her visage from the shack. Sorry, father— she was more minatory than you this round. He bucked his hips upward sharply, getting an ecstatic yip out of her.

Dad went procumbent across the entire couch, with mom facing him and straddling his penis. His arms massaged her glutes, though she had the reigns. The speed was slower and more amatory than before, thanks to him expending his virile energy earlier. I heard her achieving additional orgasms before getting the knot in her twat. I went back to my essay since they were cuddling each other. Minutes later, a hum impelled my eyes to look up, observing a grin on her lips while she cupped his balls.

“Still so much cum in there,” mom uttered, jiggling the testicles.

“Wurf,” dad barked. “The ascetic lifestyle I put myself in for around a month caused a backlog down there, but now I’m good.”

“You got in you to give me the beast I’ve been craving since you left?” Mom inquired in a sultry tone.

“Oh, maybe.”

“I’m ready for it.”

Dad’s pecker popped out of mom’s vagina as I observed him and her swap positions. I became inquisitive but mostly solicitous about her decision to reach his tail. The haunting memory of my sibling’s savagery on my snatch was at the forefront as she yanked it similarly to what I did. I hoped she knew what the fortuity was for getting harmed.

I witnessed dad’s personality metamorphose into a version eerily redolent of what I saw from Lárus. The eyes turned and the pupils enlarged at the same rate, and the transformation was on pace to match Lárus’s transmogrification. The thrusts got more puissant each time he pulled his dick out and pushed it back into mom’s quim. It got to where I made my mistake with my twin brother, but she didn’t exhibit any vexation like I did. The animalistic transfiguration within dad was complete.

Whoever manufactured the couch was an adroit craftsman because it withstood the licentious, barbarous force better than expected. Now that I saw it, mom must’ve activated dad’s sexual, savage side in her bedroom often since the sounds were identical to each other. However, it didn’t do justice to witnessing the power in person and having first-hand experience. So it’s a connate switch one can activate at any point to educe a male’s hidden dynamism, I mentally conjectured.

Dad latched onto mom’s neck with his laniaries, pressing them tightly to her skin. Her pleasure aggrandized from the action and brutal pounding on her inguinal region, her vocals ringing in my ears, and I winced a few times from observing harsh collision of genitals. She could form coherent words, albeit barely and transitorily. However, the predacious entity within him reduced him to only animalistic grunts and growls. I beheld him enter the struggle of getting her to accept his knot, pressing it to her vulva for a few seconds before sharply barging against her groin again.

The attempts proved fruitful as I witnessed dad abruptly move more forward than before, hearing him and mainly mom howl together. They ended the savage exhibition with an amorous display of enveloping each other with their four limbs. I didn’t discern any indicators of the animal from his countenance, especially when they eventually stirred.

“I take that pulling a male’s tail is common during sex among Fenri couples,” I spoke, resting on my left metacarpus.

“Every male Fenri and some females have a hidden sexual reserve of some capaciousness within them that only the tail can unlock,” dad replied. “Surprisingly, they don’t activate it as often as you surmise because some don’t like aggressive nature.”

“You said some females have one?”

Dad nodded. “Yes, and your mom has one. The experience is wild and magical when we both yank each other’s tail concurrently, but that won’t be an option for another couple of months.” He took a moment to look out the window from the couch he was on. “We’ll be out and hopefully return later with Tandri, so he can assist you with your report.” I observed them vacate the house through the front door, still conjoined by his penis.

Fortuitously, Tandri accepted the invitation and showed up with my naked parents, whose genitalia finally severed the connection. Everyone was around for dinner, which was a flat, tenderized piece of beef that was breaded and fried. He had the least amount of comestibles out of the entire table, and his cough was incessant.

I finished my meal and went into my room with the books and papers for History in hand. Tandri limped in awhile later after the knock unintentionally swung the door, eventually sitting on my bed. He pulled out a huge stack of letters from within his cloak, undoing a couple strings holding it together.

“Brákfur told me you chose an interesting person to do your History report on,” Tandri spoke, laying the letters on my bed.

“I chose Vuðurri,” I responded with a nod.

“You selected a very divisive individual.”

“I know. Him discovering medicine and curing some horrific diseases led to an increased boom to Illyria’s entire population, so we should be thankful for him.” I flipped one of the books to a random page. “ However, I can’t wrap my head of Vuðurri suddenly becoming the father of plagues and biological warfare in a short timespan, exploiting his gift to the world as a heinous weapon.”

“The datum that Vuðurri was stalwart in his justification for the demoniac creation helped gather more opprobrium— not to mention his work on devising ways to torture prisoners and manufacturing other illegal substances.”

I looked at Tandri. “Dad said you have extensive knowledge on Vuðurri and have sources directly from him.”

Tandri nodded. “Indeed. In fact, Vuðurri is a revered luminary among those in my profession, and I’m probably in the scant minority that venerate him for the good he did.”

“Why?”

“Because of the intimate knowledge I have of him. A few apprentices and me had a master that had a lineage to him, giving us special access to erudition, including personal memoirs,” Tandri lifted the letters, “which is what these are. I lucubrated so much from him and other masters.”
I picked up one of the letters. “So, why do you place Vuðurri on an esteemed pedestal?”

“He wanted to protect his homeland, and he believed the byproducts of other creations would accomplish it. Our circumambient neighbors were more pugnacious back when he was around, so the threat of war was heightened at that time, and he conjectured mass destruction and death in a short timespan would intimidate them into capitulation, creating amaranthine peace.” Tandri scoured the contents he brought me, lifting one of them. “This here has a direct quote from him rationalizing his dark creations.” He coughed into his fist. “A scientist is like any individual in the world. They eat, release excrement, and sleep everyday and have their own ambitions. Like every person, they also have bonds to people, animals, and other objects they would throw themselves on the line if it meant the treasured tokens would live on. So, why is it that we are expected to utilize our talents for those outside of those scopes? We envisage the world as an utopia, one where nobody has to bury a loved one because of famine, pestilence, or war. However, we’re no fool in believing that exists today. Whether that comes tomorrow, a week, a month, a year, or centuries— nobody truly knows. So, we’ll do what we can to bring that reality into fruition when there’s peace, but we’ll throw that out the window when the hounds of war are upon us and do what we must to protect those we cherish the most, even if that means a great deal of sacrifice has to come from those outside of our circles that benefit from our work.”

I sat there in silence for around a minute. “Wow,” was my response.

Tandri placed the paper back in the envelope, swapping it for another. “There’s more.” He coughed once more, eructing some phlegm. “It’s only a matter of time before someone catechizes about why I unleashed a deadly weapon of such magnitude on the world. In a way, my creation is a gift to Illyria. Conflict arises when there’s an imbalance of power, and it very rarely doesn’t escalate into nations on either side sending their citizens into a hemic conflagration for many years. With my creation out for the public to use, I hope every country embraces it and develops one of their own. When everyone is on an equal playing field, then peaceful negotiations can truly begin. My only regret is the Arcane Society giving me the burden in the first place, and I supplicate for no chains on my invention like the organization did to magic.”

“I believe I know what to do for my essay.”

“Are you going to do Vuðurri as a villain or a hero?”

“Neither… well not heavily leaning onto either faction. My focus is going to be on what would drive an individual to committing atrocities and use Vuðurri as an example.” I started writing as the fresh idea filled me with mania.

“That is an interesting take, and I’m absolutely certain you’ll earn every available point for the assignment, even the extra ones.” Tandri got up and limped to the door, stopping halfway and turning to face me. “How’s it going between you and Lárus?”

I surceased writing and looked up. “Alright.”

“Did he satisfy the lubricious yeuk in your slit?”

I shrugged and somewhat nodded. “May I have the potion that quells my estrus?” It was for the best since dad was around, even though I upchucked internally at the notion of gulping down the abhorrent concoction.

Tandri nodded once very sluggishly with a peculiar expression. “It’ll take a couple of days.” He ambulated and got to the door, latching onto the knob. “I’ll also tell your father that Lárus will start being my apprentice in a couple of days.

“That’s fine. Quick question— what caused you to cave in and permitted Lárus and me to fornicate behind dad’s back?”

Tandri paused just before the hallway and turned his head. “Because I’ve seen that look you two had before, and it still exists.” A transitory fulmination of youth appeared within him as I viewed him leaving at a swifter pace, and I wondered if I descried a shimmer in his right eye.
