Chapter 56: Shopping Trip

(Jukush 15th, Year 666 of the 4th Age)

I woke up flanked by my siblings on each side. Their feminine underwear, my jockstrap, and our fur were crusty from dried semen, so a hot shower was in order, and we didn’t denude them, knocking two birds with one stone. The shower in Róstran’s suite easily accommodated us. It could handle the whole household no problem.

The water began washing away the cum. I scrubbed it out of my fur and jockstrap. I sensed an iota of uncomfortableness with the combination of wet fur and undergarments on my physique, but surprisingly felt fine showering and doing laundry coevally. Lárus and Róstran appeared they were fine with bearing bras and panties in the shower too. The saturated panties accentuated their protuberances, which reminded me. My connate lover wasn’t the center of attention last night, and I wanted to rectify that.

I knelt in front of Lárus and moved the panties to the right, licking my muzzle at the sight of his sheath. Its aroma was intoxicating despite the water pouring on us. The taste was concentrated and just as potent, redolent of his anus as I licked around inside it. I sensed the acicular tip dwelling within.

“That tongue of yours,” Lárus moaned blissfully, rubbing my cheeks and head.

I pulled my tongue out of his sheath, cradling his testicles, and his penis tip barely emerged. “You do deserve to be the center of attention since you got zilch last night.” I beckoned Róstran with my eyes and a finger to participate.

Róstran was agog and knelt behind Lárus, pulling the epicene undergarments to the right side. “You’re the Alpha, so you have the luxury of being the cynosure of coition, and I’m ebullient to serve you.” He immediately dove head-first into Lárus’s anus, and I resumed licking his sheath, focusing more on the exposed tip.

“Oh,” Lárus drawled out, clumsily attempting to coequally divide his affection toward us. “Be that as it may, and I certainly do savor the perk of undivided attention, don’t expect me to take a large lion’s portion of the share.”

“How munificent of you, Alpha” Róstran uttered in Lárus’s rump.

Róstran and I each had a moiety of Lárus’s scrotum in our hands while pleasuring Lárus with our mouths. I flicked his tip some, stretched his sheath, and went inside again. It was more chockablock than before. I couldn’t progress to where I previously was. His penis kept engorging on blood, getting erect and gradually pushing my tongue out.

I suckled my twin mate’s maleness, letting the erecting process fill my mouth. His one testicle on my hand got heavier. The time I had with it was ephemeral. Róstran’s head nudged my fingers off as Róstran switched focus to the gonads. He badly yearned for sucking the other gonad, but his mouth was too pygmy to cradle the virile dyad coevally. I pulled out and gargled the remaining testicle.

My hands wrapped on Lárus’s knot, rhythmically squeezing it like my cunt. Lárus yelped and bucked his hips. They were already erratic, so I awaited my salty, creamy kismet. Viscous puppy batter splattered against the wall, which the water promptly washed away. Some plastered my physiognomy as I aimed his penis at my mouth. Róstran wanted his semen, kneeling next to me and enthusiastically opened his maw and stuck his tongue out.

We denuded our wet underwear after the shower and threw them in a pile. Róstran put on his clothes before we had breakfast. It was a buffet style, but the comestibles were on individual plates. The portions were pygmy, and they were elegant. Every station had a long line. Judging by the rate, all the choices I desired would be gone, so I had one shot. Our parents already had a table and were masticating. Everyone in the household sat with them while Lárus and I procured every plate we could handle.

I espied a dish smothered in caramel just when I reached my carrying capacity. It also happened to be one of the most popular selections at the buffet. Damn. My craving got the better of me, so I balanced all the plates on my arms while I waited for a long time. A long time. The time had a magical talent for taking forever at the most malapropos opportunities. They wobbled on my arms. My fingers strained to hold them. The magnitude of the wobbling and the burn aggrandized when I obtained the caramel and walked to the table. A couple of plates crashed on the floor just as I made it. The workers quickly cleaned up the mess, and I was stabbed by glares.

“How was everyone’s first night at the palace?” Dad inquired, placing his cup on the table.

“Just as good as home, if not better,” Rýnaki replied, and everybody else nodded in concurrence.

“That’s typical for the capital.”

“How long before the tournament starts?” Mom asked before shoving a diminutive portion of eggs into her mouth.

“In around four hours.”

“That’s plenty of time for shopping,” mom spoke, shooting fragments of victuals out her maw.

Dad grew concerned. “I’m accompanying you.”

“You don’t have to force yourself to shop with me. I’ll be fine.”

“This ain’t Álfsandur.”

“I know. That’s why I want to shop. I love finding items and clothes unique to a given area.”

“This… ain’t… Álfsandur,” dad emphasized every word.

Mom slightly recoiled and appeared she fully understood his words. “I can handle myself.”

“No doubt about that, but this area requires tact, and the Church of the Red Wolf has a presence here now.”

“Right,” mom drawled out as realization hits her.

Dad looked at everyone at the table. “It’s better to go as a group unless we’re inside the Alpha Prime’s palace.”

“So, do Ingileif and I have to go?” Rýnaki asked.

“No one is forced, but I suggest letting me or Hrafnir know before anyone leaves.” I sensed dad directed the suggestion mostly at me, Lárus, Róstran, and mom.

I looked at Lárus. “Want to shop with me?” I murmured to him.

“For what?” Lárus replied in a similar tone, keeping his physiognomy focused at the other people around the table.

I emphasized my eyes darting at Róstran. “Finding more gifts for him.”

I was cocksure to find sexy underwear and lingerie in Róstran’s size, perhaps keeping some skimpy versions for myself. However, I primarily wanted to find one item, one that would suffice as a substitute for Lárus penetrating Róstran’s anus. My eyes lit up subtly, and I smirked as I cogitated another use for it.

Lárus slightly nodded. “His birthday is tomorrow, and I still feel guilty for yesterday.” He briefly scratched his chin. “Yeah. I’ll go.”

I grinned. “Thank you.” I immediately glanced at Hrafnir. “Want to accompany Lárus and I while we shop after breakfast?”

Hrafnir was in the middle of picking a viand from between his laniaries. “Sure. Give me a couple of minutes.” His speech was slurred from his finger scratching in between one dyad of teeth.

“You two can come with me and your father,” mom offered.

“Thanks, but we plan on finding gifts for Róstran. You probably have a different agenda” I heard Róstran’s tail slap against his chair.

“It is tomorrow,” dad enunciated while nodding. He looked at Róstran. “Anything you wish to have for your special day?”

“The usual,” Róstran answered, slowing his tail.

“I’ll do what I can to make tomorrow special while we’re here.”

Róstran blushed and became meek. “You don’t have to bust your tail over it, dad.”

Hrafnir scooted his chair back and stood up. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes, Lárus and Kaera. Meet me at the main entrance.”

My twin brother and I didn’t wait long for Hrafnir to meet us. We departed shortly after. The streets had me awestruck. Someone must’ve found stone that continually purified itself and built avenues out of it. I had to watch my steps despite no residuals of ice on them. The edifices were born out of unique, luxurious material also, some taking notes from the Elvish allies in architectural design. I saw glimpses of the stark contrast in the sister city. The adjoining settlement appeared like Adrýn Sójúnnsæn’s dreary, literary works inspired it.

Every shop and business we encountered displayed their offerings in the front windows, not skimping on the presentations. My eyes darted between fancy clothes, erotic underwear, scrumptious, petite pastries, expensive jewelry, and more as we ambulated to the first destination.  Not even the richest part in Álfsandur came close to the capitol’s grandiloquence. The territory came with a haughty populace. I sensed multiple pairs of eyes furtively judging me as a commoner out of her element despite being the daughter to one of the most prominent Alphas in the history of Canir. I could only imagine what opprobrium would come my way if Hrafnir wasn’t present.

The first shop we entered was Róstran’s wet dream on a supercharged potion. All things nerdy stacked every shelf on two floors and basement. I found Champions of Noß tucked away in a small corner after a thorough search. Not much was there, just the most recent packs, packs from previous releases, guides, and some lore. Róstran already had all of them. He probably would be courteous and open the older editions even though his collection was extensive and methodical. Then, we found gold. The Kings of Gold expansion was available as slim pickings, and the two novels based in the universe were there too.

Lárus grabbed the books and all the remaining packs- three main gifts checked. I otiosely looked at what else was in the shop for inspiration. I doubted the rest would suffice because Róstran either had it already or would be phlegmatic but courteous. His present should be special. I had my clandestine plan to rely on solely.

We went to one strip of road that was home to nothing but clothing stores as a pit stop before returning to the palace. Each shop had one brand, ranging from well-known to obscure among Fenri, designed within Canir or a foreign country like Aeyis and Orlén. Some habiliments enraptured my legs and eyes, and I subconsciously slavered Lárus had to gently tug me to resume walking. The road entered one of the capitol’s Red Zones. The amount of couples copulating aggrandized exponentially, and the raiments transitioned from functional to tantalizing the opposite sexes. The businesses displayed undergarments and sex toys more often and prominently. I wanted to be in one of them so I could purchase bras and panties for me and Róstran to try on together. There was one more item I wanted to buy and furtively smuggle for Róstran, and my opportunity arrived as Hrafnir went inside an erotic shop.

I beheld underwear beyond my wildest dreams. The design in the laces was fancy and intricate with a few dyads having pygmy jewelry dangling off of them. I quickly ran my fingers through row after row of salacious attires, and all of them felt luxurious Róstran and I hit the jackpot. I denuded all my vestments and immersed myself into the world of sybaritic eroticism.

I gave Lárus the task of locating and acquiring at least one strap-on, letting him in on half of my plan. Róstran expressed his desire to have a male penetrate his rectum and fill him with semen, so I conjectured pegging him would be a worthy substitute until Lárus acclimated to the idea of anal sex with a macho entity. That was the other half of my plan, topping my twin brother and giving him a representation of having a penis inside his ass, and I relished the thought of behaving like a dominant male. I began selecting the underwear I wanted to try once Lárus left and initiated his search.

The bras and panties felt divine once I put each of them on. They meshed perfectly with my physique, even the uneven breasts, to where they fused with my fur and disappeared. My reflection reminded me they were actually on me. I had two spots for the pile: one that was for keepers and the other for rejects. Of those I kept, I separated them into ones I wanted and the rest for Róstran. I found jockstraps and masculine underwear and grabbed some of them. Wearing clothes of the disparate gender, particularly intimate ones like undergarments, was a way a Fenri shows its partner how much it cares and appreciates him or her.

“Can you help me for just a quick second, Kaera?” Hrafnir asked just as I put a jockstrap on.

“Sure,” I answered, adjusting the waistbands. I went around the aisle and beheld Hrafnir standing in front of mirror, wearing panties. “Ooh la la. You look like a ravishing stud.”

“Thanks,” Hrafnir replied, tilting his head to look at his reflection behind him. “Thinking about buying this for myself to wear with Æsignís.” He exhibited frustration. “But this bra strap is being an obstreperous bitch.”

I walked forward. “Let me help.” I effortlessly connected the straps together and surmised Hrafnir needed to move up one size.

“Appreciate it. I haven’t fully mastered that part of feminine attire.” Hrafnir pulled on the epicene undergarments while admiring his reflection. “Although it probably would help to go up one more size.” He paused for a moment. “Looking great in the jockstrap.”

“Thanks.” I turned around and tilted my head back, observing my bare fundament. “Haven’t gotten used to having my whole ass exposed in this underwear.” I pulled on the waistbands. “Are they always this tight?”

“Somewhat. Be glad you don’t have male genitalia to consider.”

I nodded. “True” The pouch hug tightly against my vulva. I could only imagine if I had the virile package instead.

I branched out and sampled other traditional, macho underwear, discovering more about what I like from opposite sex. I found some that were on the looser end but still comfortable for my predilection and some that snugly gripped my nether region. The ones that stroked my fancy were with the panties and bras I wanted. Still, I gravitated towards jockstraps.

I was about to place a jockstrap on when a group of nine nude Fenri caught me and stared at my naked crotch. My vagina and vestige of my rape lay bare for the pairs of eyes to behold as I froze. They fulfilled my prognostication despite me supplicating for a surprise as I tried my new undergarment. Their aphonic contumely at me grew as fast as their delight and visible, minacious smiles.

“Did all of you see what I just saw?” A female Direfenri with auburn fur inquired gleefully. Her cohorts nodded. “Looks like we’re gonna have fun turning her in.”

“Wait,” a male Direfenri with black fur spoke. “I think I know her.”

“You do?”

He nodded. “Íkamæn told me about a female Direfenri slandering his family, claiming his father and younger brother raped her. As a result, his father lost his title as Alpha, his brother is a pariah forever, they’re currently rotting in prison, and he lost all of his prestige and honor,” he gesticulated a finger at me and elevated his voice, “all because this bitch made up a lie.”

She smirked iniquitously. “All the more reason to take solace when delivering justice.”

I wanted to beat the living shit out of them although fear and obloquy held my feet in place.

Luckily, Lárus placed himself between them and me. “Better think twice before proceeding further,” he snarled.

Hrafnir also appeared out of nowhere, still wearing the effeminate underwear I helped him with. He placed a hand on Lárus’s left shoulder. “What’s the problem, folks?” Faer, did he inherit dad’s commanding aura.

“That’s Hrafnir Brákfursæn,” one of the Fenri in the group gasped.

“We just found someone who had premature sex and going to report her to the authorities,” the auburn leader answered, her eyes standing steadfast at me.

“That won’t happen.” Hrafnir remained dauntless.

The leader tilted her head. “Why not?”

“Because the judge exculpated her.” My trepidation flashed when Hrafnir left, and Lárus was prepared to turn the shop into a hecatomb until he returned with a document. “This is proof of her vindication, signed and everything.” He handed it to her. “Read.”

She unfurled the paper and quickly rolled it up, snarling exasperatedly. “Fucking Faer.”

“Well?” The black Fenri inquired.

“What does it look like, dumbass?” The leader snapped, pointing at me. “That bitch of the slut of there is still a virgin.”

“What’s the problem?” Íkamæn asked, materializing out the blue. The tension rose a bit, and I yipped. Was he about to wreck my triumph?

“Íkamæn,” the black Fenri greeted jocundly, waving at him. “Go ahead and tell everyone about the lie that bitch told about your family and how it ruined it and you.”

Íkamæn sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Do I need to attach a note to a nail and hammer it into your head this time, Júrmungúd? There was overwhelming evidence of their vile peccadillo. Kaera is over a hundred percent innocent. Don’t force me to lobotomize you through your ass.”

Thank you for your compurgation, Íkamæn, I thought, sighing internally.

Júrmungúd winced. “I get it.”

Íkamæn snorted contently. “Resplendent.” He turned around and left, acknowledging me, Hrafnir, and Lárus, and the party left us alone.

“Alright?” Lárus inquired, looking concerned at me.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Thanks for the help.” My words did little to assuage my consanguineous mate.

“We should buy what we want and leave,” Hrafnir suggested, on alert for additional trouble. The bells started ringing. The amount of times they rung amounted to being a harbinger of the tournament resuming shortly. “Better make it fast.”

I hastily grabbed one armful of underwear from those that made the cut, the celerity doing the job of dwindling the amount to a manageable level. We purchased and left immediately, not stopping to put on any habiliments on. The streets became  steady streams of fur, gradually merging into one large, pilose river as people flocked to the palace. I saw every fanbase for the champions who remained in the tournament, the largest being for Þjálfí. The trauma caused me to fall back and get swallowed by the horde.

Lárus caught me slipping away and nudged Hrafnir, and they reduced their pace to match mine. “What’s the matter?”

“Those assholes we encountered minutes ago,” I answered, making the smallest gap possible between my thumb and adjoining finger . “Just the thought of being this close to having my life ruined like mom’s shook me up a bit.”

“I can assure you no one can go that far as long you maintain your chastity before your Mating Ceremony,” Hrafnir responded. “Your crucible is more than sufficient to ward off any future attempts to slander you.”

“I’ll just have to remind myself of that.”

Lárus waited a couple of minutes for Hrafnir to get engrossed in navigation before murmuring to me, “You’re my mate. There’s nothing we can’t handle, and we’ll  always find a way to better our lives and pups.”

At what cost, I thought.