Chapter 34: Unleashing the Beast
 
(Octokew 18th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)
 
“Brace yourself, Kaera; I’m about to pull out,” Gellir warned, tugging my nether aperture with his genitalia.

I nodded, sensing the knot about to disembarrass itself from my anus. I felt a pop, and the extrication of semen out of my rear passage proceeded by slurps down at my fundament, which I pivoted my head towards. “What are you doing?”

Gellir surceased his rimjob, his eyes appearing above my buttocks. “Obfuscating our peccadillo. You probably wouldn’t want your parents or someone else uncovering my jizz on your bed and presuppose we committed a major malefaction, unless that’s your desire.” He posited that my answer was no as he recommenced the anilingus without waiting for my riposte.

I reposed my head on my pillow, authorizing Gellir to lap away at my sphincter. The licks stayed at the feculent superficiality at first, although it was hypersensitive from losing its abstemiousness, and I sucked my lips at the sensation. Then, he interposed his tongue in my rectum, aggrandizing the salacious torture in my asshole. His tongue felt more colossal despite me taking his gigantic girth earlier, and I complaisantly waited for him to finish hiding our sin.

The chicane took a peculiar twist when Gellir eventually consumed all he deposited in my anus. He flipped me over and parted my legs, his head near my slit. I watched him dive right in, sensing something slimy commixing with his drivel. The agglutinative seed didn’t travel down his throat like I thought. He slathered it all over my mound and inside my vagina, frothing it and amplifying its size like he shared it with someone by osculation on the lips, and I managed to reach my perfervid zenith.

Gellir planted himself in the adjoining space to me and pulled me in for a cuddle. “So, what do you think of taking it up the ass?”

I moved in closer to him. “Not as terrible as I presaged although the sensation was inscrutable and galling for a different reason.”

“Let me guess— you didn’t extract much felicity out of it.”

I nodded as I rubbed his abs. “There was only a pygmy section that gave my transfient scintillations of ecstasy, but I mainly felt I was constipated with a giant excrement— no offense.”

Gellir chortled slightly for a couple of brief seconds. “None taken, and I concur with you. I learned from experience and apologues that the girls require more sources to achieve orgasms with their mates simultaneously. That’s how I learned to finger a female while entering her backdoor, and it would’ve worked better if my timing was more impeccable. Did you enjoy the divagation from conventional sex enough to do more of it even though you felt a massive excreta weighing you down?”

My answer was yes without a second thought. I savored every second I reached my crescendo ever since my premier climax and had cum pumped into me. It beat not having to ingurgitate my abject potion to stymie my estrus, which I started my regular dosage a few days ago, and I wanted to be closer to Gellir, notwithstanding my debt to him. “It’ll take time to acclimate to the constipated feeling, but I want to do more of it.”

Gellir had his signature grin. “Resplendent, and, as I said earlier, I have potions that will make the act less jejune for you if you ever want one at some point.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Gellir kissed me, and I tasted a salmagundi of saltiness, saccharinity, and gaminess on my tastebuds. I knew the dolorous moment arrived when he had to extricate himself from my room as he vacated my bed, waving him farewell. “See you tomorrow, Gellir.”

Gellir turned to me after opening the door, waving at me. “See you tomorrow too, Kaera.” I heard it shut as he exited through the egress.

The school went off with another queer genesis. The principal, a male with golden brown fur, stopped Lárus and me, apprising us about detention and we needed to be where we had gym.

Ángýl beckoned me during study hall with another challenge. I gave the excuse of heading to the library for more research on my History essay. She took me to the locker room, and we arrived first. I cerebrated the task while we waited for the rest to come, taking a surreptitious peek into the uninhabited chamber. Was it another variation of the wanton debauchery that would turn into a game of chicken? The other Fenri trickled in until the Phenomenal Five and all the competitors were on site.

Évéy snapped her fingers and gesticulated at the door, so we forgathered inside. One girl started to denude, prompting me and the other competitors to strip while the coveted group’s members remained clad. Another contestant paused and vacillated when she noticed the Phenomenal Five didn’t exuviate habiliments, releasing her bra after adjusting it.

“Are we supposed to be naked?” The girl inquired charily.

Évéy lackadaisically shrugged. “It’s not imperious to be, but I won’t debar you if that’s your prerogative.” Manasína took that as an approbation and doffed her raiment and underwear.

Évéy handed me, Manasína, and the remaining contestants a piece of paper, and I looked at mine, getting inquisitorial about the familiar name on it. “What’s this?” I asked right as she gave me panties and an acuate instrument.

“That is your target.” Évéy stated while making her way around the challengers. “The girls and I have evidence to presuppose he and the other males are intransigent about not wearing effeminate underwear and have a supercilious view about the masculine members that wear one. They would be abashed if caught clad in one. Since the school is the one exemption to latitudinarian law about clothes while it’s in session, aside from gym, the epicene undergarments are technically the bare minimum to remain within the ukase. Your mission is to find your objective’s locker and force him to wear panties for awhile in school by hiding his regular attire somewhere within the academy.”

“What stops them from just remaining in here while waiting for clothing?” One of the contestants asked.

Évéy shifted her eyes toward her. “Have you payed attention to the Beta’s behavior?” She appeared pleased by the Fenri’s nods. “We’ll also remove anything suitable for cover so they are forced to walk the halls and possibly spend a period or two in their effeminate undergarments. Anyway, the chances increase for you to join the group the longer it takes for your target to swap for something more masculine.If you’re really serious about joining the prestigious party, then you can sunder his clothes instead or in addition.” A couple of my rivals were diffident about the quest. “It is to my understanding that you have an odium towards your targets, perhaps a lot of it, and requital is in order, if that mollifies your qualms. You may also return to what engrossed you earlier when you’re finished with your tasks.”

I had a history with the individual whom I could enact retribution upon. He was one of Aðalstænn’s cronies, and that was more than sufficient to shred his vestments and underwear right in front of Évéy to her delectation. A girl demurred and tergiversated her desire to join the Phenomenal Five, leaving the locker room. I left with Manasína after I stuffed the panties with pink stripes into his locker, shredded clothes in hand, and we went our separate ways to stash them somewhere within the academy. All the instances that made me incensed gave me the vindictiveness to hide them in the cafeteria, impelling him to flaunt his panty-clad nether region to a decent population of catechumens when he discovered his contretemps, and I immediately ambulated to the library to build an alibi. The scuttlebutt pervaded the population as time ticked by, filling me with gaiety and foretaste about beholding his infelicity, and they amplified in tandem with the news.

Lunch was amusing as I witnessed my vengeance at work. My target appeared with the panties covering his inguinal and nether regions, looking so flustered while ferreting his clothes. No amount of coverage with his hands could fully superimpose his girly shame. The students commented about his new feminine attire, whistled what could be mock compliments, or gawked at him, all of which exacerbated his vainglorious destitution. I beheld the embarrassment drain the color of his pilose face further as he discovered and held his unfortunate kismet, observing his jaw open in disconcerted stupefaction. His physique made it indubitably clear he would be the last person to receive substitutes for his clothes if the population could scrounge any.

Lárus almost ran into me from the meretricious distraction while I headed to the Phenomenal Five’s table, and I consternated him. “Sorry,” he spoke, looking back at one of Róstran’s tormentor’s quandary. “I never thought I see the day I would catch him wearing that type of uniform. So, the rumors are true.” He shook his head. “How unfortunate for him. I wonder what dragooned him.”

“I don’t know,” I responded, masking my giddiness by feigning befuddlement. Lárus narrowed his eyes as he stared at me, slowly shaking his head in disapprobation at my method of giving the tormentor ignominy. “You know he had it coming.”

“Yeah, but I prefer the sudden breaking of bones than abasement.” Lárus left it at that as he walked by me.

I went to the Phenomenal Five’s table and ensconced in a chair, observing my subterfuge in action. I mirthfully took a slow sip of my beverage as the brouhaha got louder. Róstran’s tormentor didn’t know what to do. The look on his physiognomy incontrovertibly expressed he wished he was in a horrible phantasmagoria.

The day got brighter as the challenge’s aftermath lingered. I saw the other victims in the hallways and classrooms. They each had their own ways of persevering and acclimating to the sudden drastic change to their uniforms. A couple acted stoic and insouciant, going as far as to pose in front of their peers and comported like they savored it regardless of the blushes that evinced disquietude. Sequentially, they received a neoteric set of stitch to dress in, appearing all too mollified to repudiate the emasculate undergarments. My exultation was on a whole other echelon as Róstran’s browbeater continued to suffer my wily recompense. Faer, the joy felt great— much more than an abecedarian brawl. His saving grace arrived right as school ended, and Lárus and I went to detention.

My brother and I waited for the disciplinarian to arrive at the starting point of the obstacle course. We observed the school’s population decline until we were alone in the hiemal environment. Time ticked by, and I grew restless just a smidgen. Perhaps this is the amercement, I thought. I espied three figures in the distance near the educational edifice as the sun began its declension behind the mountains. They gradually got familiar until I recognized them as Róstran, dad, and Hrafnir, who was naked.

“Start running,” dad adjured in a brusque tone, gesticulating past Lárus and me to the obstacle course without a second of caesura in his movements. We didn’t dare to bestir his acrimony further, immediately ascending the wall in front of us.

Faer, was dad virulent in his commands. “Again,” he vociferated bluntly like he became implacable overnight when Lárus and I finished the track. I don’t know about my brother, but I preferred Beta Kórmóksæn over him right then and there, even on the days when the tyrannical pedagogue was in a particular mood for truculence and sadism. He sternly importuned for the impracticable. What did he requisition our effort for, beat the record for fastest time? Our times were close, but any attempts to improve it were nugatory.

It wasn’t enough to conciliate dad’s authoritarian mode when dad ordered Lárus and I to do other challenges. I conjectured our nonperformances at the obstacle course made him even more despotic in his demands. Our forms weren’t unmarred enough for his unachievable standards when we practiced on dummies or did sit-ups or push-ups, always finding something picayune to cavil about, which prolonged his autocracy over us. Needless to say, we were exhausted when he coerced us to be at the supernatant arena by boat, and I presupposed my connate sibling was just as pissed off as I was.

Lárus and I huffed exasperatedly as we waited for our wooden weapons while dad got his mock sword and shield. I was too splenetic to question why none came, suspecting he was too peevish to care.

“Your next challenge is to knock me off this platform into the water with only your fists,” dad spoke with arms extended to goad my brother and me into battle. “I surmise you’ll relish beating the shit out of me.”

I shifted my feet, getting ready to charge forward. “You bet your ass I will.”

Lárus and I bolted towards dad, and I went left while he went right to flank him. He got to dad first, and dad swatted his punch away with the shield, kicking him away. I threw my left fist forward, and dad ducked. I was met with a sudden concentrated encumbrance on my paunch, knocking the air out of me, and I was abruptly facing away from dad before receiving a strike from dad’s foot.

Dad parried our assaults with ease and maneuvered around us adroitly. He seemed to dance rather than right, which was probably done to exacerbate our rancor, making him appear more lissome than he initially displayed. It was like he debarred himself when I thought we gave him more of a challenge, either to provide us with a delusive sense of accomplishment or toying with us for his regalement. Either way, my irascibility grew.

I shouted as I charged at dad with my lifted fist in the air, striking against the wood. I threw multitudinous punches at his shield, either hitting wood or the modicum of metal, enhancing its durability. My puissance made him slide backward by a tittle, but I yearned for the satisfaction of colliding against his hirsute flesh. The cracks slowly materialized, and several minims of wood went into the air. I felt pain in my metacarpus, although I didn’t care about it or about my bloody knuckles.

Lárus was directly across from me, and he didn’t fare better at landing any hits against dad. Dad staved off his onslaughts by dropping the sword and latched tightly onto his right fist. He attempted with his other hand, but dad must’ve struck a certain nerve with the grip because he started whining like he took a wallop to his testicles.

I came in with another strike as dad stepped aside. My twin brother was the unintended casualty, hearing a sickening sound of bone against bone. His head violently pivoted from the collision against his jaw, and the choler made me unperturbed about whether it was his blood or mine I saw in the vacuous space.

Dad looked at us, shaking his head. He seemed disappointed, although it was actually more genuine on the dejected end instead of niggling us. “So it’s come to this,” he uttered lugubriously, retrieving a scroll out of his clothes, and he unfurled it.

I suddenly felt tense, like charley-horses magically reified in my sinew, inhibiting my movements severely. My eyes could move, although it took considerable effort to shift them to Lárus, observing him suffer the same vicissitude as me. “Fucking cheap move,” he growled.

“Cheating bastard,” I snarled, taking tremendous drudgeries to talk, which chafed me some more.

“Sorry,” dad responded solemnly. He was not the personal dictator from before, and he nodded to Hrafnir. I witnessed the barbaric bully transfer to Hrafnir, and his demeanor metamorphosed into a horrific monstrosity.

Róstran immediately appeared perturbed, his legs quavering with fear. Hrafnir knocked him to the floor and savagely pummeled him. No amount of beseeching and bewailing could propitiate Hrafnir as he shielded himself. An entity ingrained within was aroused at what I saw, filling me with the desire to turn Æsignís into a widow. My vision drowned in the crimson miasma as I exerted my fibers beyond their limits to break the invisible binds, giving myself furious horripilation. I demoniacally caterwauled the second I felt the sudden liberation before losing consciousness.

The next thing I knew was in the gelid water with my cognate sibling adjacent. We climbed up the buoyant platform to the top per dad’s orders, denuding our sodden vestments. I noticed Hrafnir enfold Róstran, rocking him back and forth gently and nuzzling him. The frigid lake sapped all the rage from me even if Hrafnir still punched Róstran, and I saw Róstran pitch a tent for some reason.

“What was that for?” Lárus catechized dad caustically. “What did Róstran do to deserve what he got?”

Dad whined penitentially. “Apologies. I’m being veracious when I say I didn’t want to escalate that far, but I had to see if your History teacher’s suspicions were veridical, and he was right.”

“Right about what?” I inquired, still having sufficient vigor to sound a bit furious.

Dad pointed at each of us. “You two have the ability to enter a rage, a mode where you trade all your senses and bodily autonomy in exchange for increased physical power and enhanced natural durability.”

“What does that have to do with the exercises and Róstran?” Lárus growled, his hackles half-erect.

“The reason is the trait is uncommon among our race. Males are the most susceptible to the trait, but females possessing it aren’t unheard of. It exists deep within your viscera and initially contumacious at activating, either requiring excessive ferment or being a protector to someone you cared about to tap into it. When Jörn told me what happened at school and suspected you two had it, I had to corroborate the claim for myself.” Dad heaved an expiatory sigh. “Unfortunately, I had to resort to the latter to educe that trait out from you two.”

“Why do you have to know if we have it?” I asked.

“Because, the ability is recalcitrant in its prefatory stage and will try to control someone who has it. I’ve seen it happen before multifarious times,” Dad gesticulated at his oldest progeny, “including from Hrafnir.” He pointed at my brother and I. “You two would be catastrophic when going berserk because of being pure Direfenri, so I had to be cocksure if it existed inside you, and it does.”

“Now what?”

“I’ll prescribe especial training with Hrafnir teaching you and Lárus how to activate the rage at will and control it so you can do stuff like this without unintentional casualties.” Dad tossed a chunk of a shiny, blackish-grey piece of metal at Lárus.

Lárus caught the metal, inspecting it. “What’s this?”

“It’s a very special type of metal called Kessarian Steel. The Humans on the island nation of Kessar over in Emberyon have a technique that improves steel further by removing more impurities and infusing the pristine parts together multiple times.” Dad got more enthusiastic as he described the material. “The results are the steel doesn’t shatter as often as normal, maintains its sharpness for a longer period, and has a better balance. Only the rarer metals can outclass it, but the laborious process makes it nearly as exorbitant as them.” He gestured to Lárus with his arms. “Try squishing it.”

Lárus exuded sweat as he snarled at strained, flattening the unique steel, huffing in capitulation a minute later. “I can’t.”

“Hand it to Kaera.”

I gave it a shot, becoming surprised at how light it felt, and the result was identical. “It’s no use.”

“Let Hrafnir show you.”

I tossed it to the naked red Fenri, and he caught it with one hand while comforting Róstran, holding it with metacarpi and flexing his muscles. I perceived him yelling in an otherworldly, primal tone, redolent of my vocals, right before I blacked out. The metal imploded under his might, and he molded it until it was a crude, orbicular object. I had no doubt it was his rage that allowed him to perform the tremendous feat, as it never buckled from my turn.

“Woah,” I uttered in amazement as I wagged my tail, turning to dad, who had a pained expression on his visage.

“Controlling the rage will you and Lárus to accomplish extraordinary achievements you couldn’t do in your normal states,” dad elucidated, trying to appear composed. “Of course they’re still limitations. You couldn’t crush a mountain with your bare hands, for example.”

“Is there a difference in the power if its from being pissed off or from shielding a loved one?”

Dad shrugged. “Probably too infinitesimal to notice, although the former is typically agnate, whereas the latter is traditionally on the female side. Either your consanguineous begetter had the latter, or both your biological parents have the ability, which makes it all the more reason to tame the rage.

“Is that all the training will do?” Lárus asked excitedly.

“For the most part. It will inculcate knowledge about martial arts,” dad emphasized the following part, “and it will train you two to pick your battles carefully.”

“What about Róstran?” Lárus inquired seriously. “Is he alright?”

“I’m fine,” Róstran replied while standing up, sounding way less pusillanimous than I vaticinated.

“It took serious conciliations to placate him into being part of the experiment, but Róstran was more tractable and receptive than I prognosticated,” dad answered, looking at the crepuscular sky. “Your mother should be at Carnivorous Hangout by now.”

“Hell yeah!” Lárus and I vociferated with our fists in the air.

The trip was abruptly cut short as the group encountered a lone wolf. It had its hackles up and bared its cuspids at us. All indicators pointed to it being a healthy, strong lupine, so the strangeness grew as to why it was close to an active settlement. It would’ve been majestic if the threat wasn’t present. Dad grew worried about the reason behind its materialization, stating it had been decades since the last sighting of one near Álfsandur. Hrafnir entered his alternate mode and easily daunted it, and it whimpered as it scurried off.

I engorged heavily on the cornucopias of meaty pabulums until I satiated my famished appetite. Dad talked with mom about whether she could go into a rage and whether it was from irascibility or being a guardian. She said she had it, requiring a loved one in danger to tap into it, and she also revealed my biological father could enter the mode.

I entered the house, filled to the brim with the fleshy, juicy goodness— totally worth the avaricious consumption. The excessive experiment caught up with me, so I went to the bathroom, electing for a full bathtub, and stepped into the warm water. “Ahh, just what Tandri prescribed,” I uttered with relief. I slowly submerged myself until I reached the circumscription between breathing and drowning, putting myself in a tranquil state with moony woolgathering.

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I was in a meadow, divested and supine, my fur undulating from the breeze. A stentorian snap from a twig caught my attention, inflecting my back upward, and I turned my head. My twin brother and Gellir emerged from the woods, naked, ambulating to me, their gonads having a pendular swing. I rapidly blinked my eyes in stupefaction, believing my mind played a jape on me. They were quadrupedal as they got closer, possessing more differentiae of a legitimate, ferine wolf.

Lárus and Gellir begirt me, snarling as they walked around where I lay. They were famished, esurient for my vagina and the rest of my physique. I gave them an unimpeded view of my stark body, parting my vulva for them, and I licked my lips, athirst for them to libidinously and ravenously despoil me and gormandize on my sexual effluence. “Have at it, boys,” I seductively spoke. They got into a bellicose deportment, willingly giving themselves horripilations that displayed belligerence, and I conjectured I made a solecism. I girded myself as they gamboled at me, baring their laniaries.

The lupines gave me a fusillade of licks over my visage and omphalos. They playacted as youthful, vivacious pups, and their countenances expressed blitheness. My mammillae were next on their concupiscent conquest, each taking a breast into their muzzles. Beatific murk enveloped me as they sucked my pillowy dyad, their cuspids adding pizazz to the effervescent cauldron. Their genitals were within reach, so I massaged them, conjecturing the session was going to be on the more amaranthine side of the spectrum as I coddled their testicles.

I watched Lárus and Gellir slowly circumvolve through my bleary, watery eyes until they presented me their fundaments and wagging tails. The unending licks went down my figure, and I instinctively writhed seconds later. My vagina had two tongues lapping away at my ambrosia. “Oh, Faer,” I vociferated rhapsodically. I perceived two distinct methods astir, both efficacious at arousing primal prurience within me. One was phlegmatic, the other was expeditious, and they metamorphosed between speed, force, and location on my cunt, sometimes identic to each other when I closed my eyes.

I resumed massaging the males’ plump sheaths, which their penises sluggishly jutted out to identical lengths, slightly larger than in actual reality, hearing Gellir and Lárus react to the touches. The tumescent veins made me gasp in lecherous veneration, gulping in lustful foretaste. My nostrils gleefully respired the intoxicating odor, impelling me to unconsciously drivel. I went back and forth between their cocks and their balls, squeezing the orbicular dyads when my metacarpi got there. They had a plenitude of pre, so I went for a morsel.

I started with Gellir’s dick, moving my right hand. I delightfully moaned and shuddered the second his masculine quiddity touched my tastebuds. Gellir had tremendous flavor and was munificent with his essence, plastering my physiognomy like he actually ejaculated. My consanguineous sibling was equally as flavorsome and philanthropic as Gellir. I managed to fit both cocks in my maw while they simultaneously licked my cunt, commixing the billows of precum into one surge.

My brother and Gellir took their tongues to a neoteric frontier on my frame. It started with one on my anus. Then, it and the other organ traded places eventually, repeating in a cycle. I tensed even more when they worked together on my tail-hole with greater force. They acted as if they wanted more, and the objective was in my feculent cavity. My sphincter capitulated eventually, and slaver drenched my desiccated walls, sensing the tips wiggle rapidly.

I decided to requite the wolves while they treated my rump like they were scraping the last residuums of victuals with their tongues. I licked one of the assholes for approximately a minute before switching to the other aperture— not to mention the handjob I gave to both of them concurrently. The dynamic was a bit lopsided since I was the cynosure to their oral fixation, whereas I had to decide whose anus or testicles I would suck while treating their cocks like a cow’s udder. My tongue gamboled around the pink rings until I coated them in dribble.

Lárus must’ve savored the rimjob because he pressed his rear against my muzzle. The light dance I did on his anus with my tongue got more contact with the hole. I conjectured he wanted me to add more puissance, so I acquiesced. My eyes went wide as he went further than I prognosticated and plopped on me. It was official— I had a wolf’s buttocks on my countenance, and he happily thumped his tail.

Stop acting so proud, I thought, the words turning to muffled murmurs in my brother’s posterior. Immediately, I sensed the licks declined by a moiety. I lapped away at his anal interstice while I jerked his penis. The four-legged versions of him and Gellir palavered to each other in their primitive argot. All I could gather from the patois was that he vacated my face. I insufflated with fresh air instantaneously before cimmerian light covered my eyes again, looking up.

I knew what was about to come. “Oh no you— hslnwfmwkrefm.”

Gellir cut my speech short by ensconcing on my head, panting mercurially. Fresh air turned into a sweaty, fluffy lupine ass. I licked the crevice, but the sphincter was looser, and my tongue went in. His tail wagged while I coated what I could in his rectum. My tribulation lasted just as long as when I was with Lárus, and he lay on his back in front of me, blithely presenting his four paws as he wiggled around.

It was all an act when I attempted to straddle Gellir’s dick. Gellir became serious as my four-legged sibling jumped on me from behind. They were still the lubricious, predatory suzerains for the session. “Easy, boys,” I grunted, shuffling my feet into a perdurable stance. I was not cultivated sufficiently in anal fornication to handle the roughness in my rectum to extract every scintilla of delectation from it like I could from my vagina. My supplication fell on deaf ears.

I groaned and winced as Lárus perforated my ass with his monstrous, fleshy sword without any qualms. The agony was immediate, and he was not clement at all, much to my otiose hope’s dismay. When I pulled his tail, he was in his beastly mindset; I could hear it in his growls, which was fitting for his form. He made that fulsomely pellucid with his subsequent thrusts. My only saving grace was the saliva in my asshole and the precum, both resulting in wet squelches coming out of it, followed by his testicles slapping it. Warmth accompanied his girth right up to his knot. I felt his whole physique enter the mode of breeding a bitch.

Gellir probably thought I wasn’t defiled enough, so he completed the vertical sandwich. The reverie I had about him being tractable was nugatory also as he truculently intercalated his dick between my vulva. Depending on who collided with me, I violently bounced between him and Lárus. Having two monstrous, barbarous wolves ruthlessly humping me resulted in us plummeting to the grass.

The savage sex didn’t surcease, nor did Gellir and Lárus have a fugacious interregnum in their thrusts as I landed on my feral boyfriend. I was pinned by my connate brother, my frame wholly immotile and at the wolves’ benignancy. I might as well savor the ride, I mentally enunciated, getting more acclimated to the burn in my butt, which increased my titillation. I got into the bestial ethos, giving Gellir nips, and I turned to nibble on Lárus. They effusively erupted more of their virile, carnal energy without me ever touching their nether appendages.

I rapidly ascended the lecherous versant, and so did the wild canines. Their bites lasted longer on my neck, and their penetrations had longer intervals. I perceived their penises twitch, wishing I could ebulliently caress my clitoris. The first fecund freshet flooded my womb, and it distended my uterus despite cascading out of my slit because of the fragmentary vinculum. I perceived an expansion occurring in my anus seconds later, and the second fertile flux also poured out of my sphincter due to the unfinished copula. The plenteous gonads filled me with a profusion of sperm that I didn’t get much sense of vacuity in both passages as they pulled out, and Gellir forced me to roll off.

Lárus walked to my face with his still erect penis bobbing around. I yelped from a schlong impelling itself in my rectum, observing Gellir out of my peripheral vision, and he shoved his shaft into my maw. I was skewered like a chunk of meat over a blazing pit at Carnivorous Hangout, trapped in a cage of paws. He made my task straightforward: swallow his cock like a biddable bitch while he forcefully thrust it down my throat. The salty flavor of cum overwhelmed whatever taste that lingered from my fundament as I cleansed it with my tongue while the remaining jizz either remained within me or flowed out.

I imagined the masculine wolves probably thought of the indelicacies they wished they could vociferate if they were in their regular bipedal forms. The lubricities they plausibly growled got me blushing and wet, and I moaned into my brother’s inguinal region like a slattern gladdened the pejorative treatment. My hands were free, so I played with his testicles and closed my eyes, and I jubilantly savored him, congesting my throat with his sausage for a few long intervals, my cheeks turning red.

My ass was chockablock of cock and spunk and oh-so oversensitive from Gellir’s thews. The timing was indefectible enough to where the added birr impelled me to cumulate Lárus’s knot in my mouth. I astringed my derriere on his shaft whenever he pulled out to stonewall him. It was like I became addicted to having a dick in there, becoming a bewitched lover who clung mulishly to her inamorato.

I immediately languished for another cock within any orifice as Gellir and Lárus pulled and traded places. I was procumbent on my back by their indefatigable nudges. Gellir sat more upright, although he didn’t repose his taint on my face. He impaled my muzzle with his red, coruscant, veiny spear by thrusting downward at an almost indefectible ninety-degree angle. The position made it possible for him to facilely glide his penis in and out of my mouth, his gonads and scrotum jouncing off my eyes.

Meanwhile, Lárus transfixed his dong in my muliebrity, its virile crassitude making my folds not a stricture to his movements. His front paws affixed my arms to the grass, and he licked my mammillae. The prep inside my slick cavern resulted in him hitting my cervix with authority, compressing my womb. His turn was ephemeral, and I sensed his phallus and the tumid portion bilge in my vagina from englutting blood while coating my uterus in white, viscid batter.

Gellir surceased his downward impulsion into my throat, perambulating closer to my hindquarters. My twin brother forced me to lay on his duodenum. Gellir got closer with a raging boner, and I suspected what bedeviled him.

I widened my eyes, realizing Gellir divagated from my anus to my pussy. “My cunt’s occupied at the moment— wait your turn.” He was distrait with horny appetence as he got on top of me. “Hello? Can’t you hear me? I said wait. You’ll have an opulence of opportunities to cum in or on me.” I winced as his pecker prodded my packed pussy. I probably couldn’t handle two monstrous cocks in my snatch simultaneously, especially when one was already distended in there from an orgasm. One had to know their limits, and I conjectured he would be callous with the experiment. “No-no-no. I can’t handle two pricks together right now. It most likely can’t fi-ahh!”

Gellir obtruded his hips and managed to shoehorn his endowment into my womanhood, with Lárus still conjoined to it. The greatest titillation I received came from the hauteur at achieving what I thought was insurmountable rather than from the pain and from the insensate nature of how he treated me. I howled raptly, followed by transitory yips as he stretched my birth canal wider. The plops of his balls colliding against Lárus’s orbiculate dyad followed the wet squelches of vaginal penetration, and I sensed my brother’s semen trill down my anal crevasse.

Lárus bucked his hips, sending a trenchant, exhilarative jolt up my spine. I clenched my teeth though he tag-teamed with Gellir at pounding my cervix. The two agrarian canines probably didn’t care or were oblivious to my muscles' vexation, which prolonged the torturous, exhilarating sensation. I easily made up for the amount of orgasms I should’ve had by now as they humped me. My slit became a geyser, frequently having ebullient, nectarous eructions. The most fulminant I could remember was when Gellir tied his knot in me conterminous to Lárus’s penis before the rapture buried me.

I came back to “reality” in time to notice three wolves approaching me, Gellir, and Lárus. The most gigantic one was dad, even though I took creative liberties with his size, and I recognized the red lupine flanking him as Hrafnir. The other wolf’s pygmy size and heterochromatic eyes belonged to Róstran. I had two knots bridling my movements and noticed the approaching wolves were oversexed. The more, the merrier, I thought jocundly, sensing the penises vacate my vagina.

I became conceited that I could tackle all five schlongs synchronally after accomplishing the feat of two shafts in my twat coevally. “Alright, boys,” I spoke sultrily, licking my lips. I bent slightly forward and swayed my butt, presenting and emphasizing my cum-covered pussy. “Who wants to release some spunk?”

Dad was the first to step up— as he should for being the Alpha. I hungrily licked my lips and growled as I stared at his pulsating erection, crawling up to it. Dominant Alpha was what I tasted on his penis. He exuded the qualities of being the Alpha Prime. I engorged on his cock up to his knot, and I sensed his laniaries move my tail. A tongue was on my cunt, and another went on my tail-hole. I glimpsed at my nether region, beholding Hrafnir and Róstran there. They stayed until he had to assert his dominance over them, scaring them off.

I was supine, and dad ambulated to my nether region. I instinctually groaned as his hulking dick parted my vulva. His girth was more than when I had two pricks in the coincidently. The force was sonorous, echoing in the environment as he mated me, and he quickly ejaculated, distending my omphalos with his viscid seed. I appeared like an enceinte Direfenri on the precipice of labor, conjecturing I would give mom a run for her money at who was the most fecund female Direfenri in the family.

Hrafnir's shadow adumbrated my physiognomy, and dad's monstrous paws pinned my arms. His penis angrily pulsated, swinging a long string of precum off his urethra. I was stuffed with cum, and his puppy batter would be too much while my stepfather was in my slit. A sharp sting dragooned me to yip, and he slid his cock straight down my throat.

I seized every opportunity to snag some fresh air while Hrafnir face-fucked me, shutting my eyes as his testicles bounced off them. Delectable pre coated my tastebuds, and his sausage almost stretched my lips to the limit. My tumid belly jounced from his thrusts, and it gurgled, giving me signals like I ingurgitated too many pabulums.

Hrafnir humped my visage with more celerity, accompanied by other harbingers of his climax. More of his manhood stayed within my mouth. The fugacious, bantam penetrations surceased, followed by a feral howl and ejaculations. I gorged on his semen. He produced an endless stream of cum, extending my stomach even more. I felt so satiated and had a puissant impetus to upchuck, and he kept cumming. I breached my maximum capacity limit and continued way beyond it while he pumped load after hefty load.

The two penises dislodged from my frame, and I got on my hands and knees. I was disoriented from all the semen inside me, initially dry heaving. Hrafnir was underneath my mouth, showing his belly to me. I beheld Róstran, Lárus, Gellir, and dad were at my nether region. I unleashed a constant stream of sperm from both ends, my vagina taking extra few seconds to erupt. Gradually, the swollen paunch shrunk during the evacuation. I tasted the salty batter again as it went out the way it came in, and Hrafnir kept up surprisingly well. He and the other lupines were wet and white from the agglutinative spunk.

I suddenly sensed Róstran pounce on my back and impale my anus. The pygmy runt behaved like a breeding rabbit, making up for his penis's diminutive size. Additional wolves emerged from the woods, redolent of Tandri, Hylur, Jysen, and the two stepbrothers. That ensconced on the outer edge, watching him copulate with me.

My connate sibling and Gellir feasted on the residuum of sperm in my vagina while Róstran punctured my pucker. I huffed and moaned louder from the extra stimuli on my sensitive folds. I perceived my arousal sharply aggrandize a couple times, coinciding with the euphoric rush of my orgasm. Róstran gave my rectum a hefty dose of his cum. His teeth latched onto my neck, and his prick took less time to sever the vinculum between it and my taint. The viscous batter eventually came out of my tail-hole, and the two tongues on my pussy swiftly migrated up. They engorged until I had no seed left in my ass. I finally had a break and sat on the ground, facing nine lupines. They were in the process of getting into position, all of them sporting enormous erections. I took a deep breath and supplicated to Faer.

All the wolves formed a line, and each had multiple turns emptying their testicles in my orifices. A cock swiftly replaced another dong when it discharged semen. Then, they started to team up. I tackled a pair of peckers in one hole. I handled a shaft each in two apertures. They surrounded me and unleashed a fusillade of cum on my frame. My body was a dumpster, and I relished every second of fulfilling my role.

I dreamt I was on dad’s paunch, and he claimed my anus. My consanguineous brother had dominion over my cunt. Róstran occupied my mouth, vigorously plummeting down on it. My metacarpi handled Gellir’s and Hrafnir’s penises, and I withstood another fecund bombardment on my physique and inside my entrances. Then, my dream transitioned to an environment I knew all too well, one that was cimmerian and housed a conflagration.