


Chapter 46: Playing With Fire

(Drecksa 6th, year 665 of the 4th Age)

The storm lasted for three more days, sepulchering the region under a mountain of snow. Classes were canceled until the area was passable, but that didn’t mean I had all the time in the world. I participated in creating the snowy skein of paths with the other Fenri. Thank Faer the snow was light and fluffy or else the effort would be even more herculean. I hurled profanations every time a gelid mound smothered me, which was frequent.

I took a nice, long caesura from the disinterring. My arms and lungs were inflamed from the exertions and lack of rote. The frigid beverage tasted divine, and I voraciously masticated my pabulums. Lárus was with me in the makeshift chamber, and he also avariciously ingurgitated his food. Róstran appeared minutes later, ensconcing next to him. I nudged him and gesticulated at Róstran.

Lárus’s eyes enlarged, and he coughed fugaciously. “Got anything planned for today, Róstran?”

Róstran retrieved a slice of dried meat from the package. “Well my typical rote has mutability to it because of the frigid tempest, so my schedule is more open than ever. Why?”

Lárus coughed into his fist. “I gave Kaera the pictures you drew of me.”

“I conjectured they were for her after discovering your secret.” Róstran sighed dejectedly. “Makes sense actually.” He tore a chunk of jerky off.

Lárus and me looked down the unnatural, icy trenches. “We want to reward you after we’re done for the day.” I uttered.

Róstran appeared pusillanimous while staring at the ground, his cheeks turning roseate. “What dragooned you to cogitate about it?”

My connate brother and me glanced down the paths again. “You recently told us you were bisexual with a huge predilection towards males, primarily Lárus.”

Lárus nodded. “It dawned on me later on afterward you probably suffered from being horny without an avenue to release it— well not the most pleasurable way, anyway. So, we want to requite you.”

Róstran blushed harder, not making eye contact while making a flustered grin. “Uhh, that’s superfluous— beholding your dishabille physique while drawing you was your restitution towards me.” He turned his head me while blushing. “And you have no arrears towards me, Kaera.”

“Even if my plan for repaying you involves more than witnessing my nude body in various poses,” Lárus uttered with a beaming, impish smile.

Róstran’s body turned so red that I imagined the aggrandized temperature would turn the makeshift chamber into a sauna. “You indubitably cocksure you want it?”

Lárus nodded while grinning. “Yes.”

“No anal?”

“No anal, and there’s more Kaera and I have in store for you, but that will remain a mystery for now.”

Róstran’s tail excitedly brushed the snow off from his seat. “I can’t wait.”

We resumed the excavation project, our task was the daunting school— fuck that place. One, it was a fair distance away from Álfsandur. Two, it was a huge piece of property. The long path from the town to it split into multitudinous trenches. That place was a monster to tackle even with a majority of able-bodied Fenri and Direfenri working on it. I should get a special exemption from gym and Beta Kórmóksæn for working on this project.

I face-planted into the snow. My physique was mush. I was enervated. The snow became heaven instead of hell as I lay in it. I darted my eyes upward and snarled at how much work remained, my irateness increasing after observing the clear, blue welkin.

One project was complete, and I was jubilant about it— the bathhouse and spa in Álfsandur’s Red Zone. My family and I went over to it, bringing the litter of pups also. We weren’t the only ones who had similar ideas. Everyone who removed snow was there. I couldn’t discern it because of the elongated line snaking around in the trenches. Thankfully, it had the vacuity to accommodate everybody, but that meant we had to use the public section.

Mom and dad played with the pups, the stepbrothers went with their friends, and Róstran was with Lárus and me. Numerous dyads of mated Fenri had coitus in the open. Fortuitously, we discovered and arrogated a secluded pool, and I selected balmy soaps. I went with lavender, dropping two chunks into the water. Soon, the bubbles exteriorized, and I submerged my figure.

I glanced around the public chamber, concluding we sequestrated ourselves pretty well. Róstran appeared beatific when I stared at him, relishing the aroma penetrating his nostrils. Might as well give him an appetizer first. I nudged Lárus and nonverbally communicated to my brother about starting Róstran’s requital. I took a breath and went under, swimming to him. True to his proclivity, he wasn’t naked, so I liberated his sheath from his swim trunks. The contrariety between his sheath and Lárus’s caught me off guard when I wrapped my hands around them. I beheld them suddenly jerk their bodies.

Both meaty spears came out of torpidity while I massaged them. My right hand on Róstran’s penis quickly became unable to enfold around it My consanguineous sibling was first at being erect while Róstran still had more dick left. I abdicated Lárus to be efficacious at stimulating Róstran. My metacarpi went back and forth on his shaft, giving it regular, hearty squeezes. It took awhile, but I cajoled the rest of it out, including his knot.

I plunge my mouth directly on Róstran’s cock, my left hand returning to Lárus’s prick. The virile effusion coated my whole muzzle immediately despite of the water. The flavor had more piquancy than Lárus’s essence. If he had this much masculine in him even though circumstances made him pusillanimous, I could only imagine what a sexual partner he would become when Lárus and I give him confidence anon. His entire pecker went inside several times with the remaining air I had, each time giving me a more puissant flavor than before.

I bursted through the surface, and Lárus submerged. I expropriated his spot, placing my left arm over Róstran’s shoulders. He leaned closer to me placidly and indolently, savoring the comfort. Then, he became taut ephemerally, so Lárus must’ve had his genitals.

“You and Lárus must be athirst to give me my guerdon, perhaps my aperitive,” Róstran enunciated.

“Yes on both counts,” I responded. Then, I flattened my ears. “Sorry if I was impetuous and presuming it was licit to you.”

Róstran writhed in the water. “Don’t be compunctious. Ahh! Lárus expressed his expiation when you fellated me underwater, and I told him I was copacetic about what you two schemed— still am, by the way.”

“Stupendous.” I observed Róstran uncontrollably twitch. “Lárus must be doing magic down there.”
“Indubitably! He’s a goddamn adroit savant. Ahh! He’s sucking my penis and jerking it off coevally. It’s like I’m within a vagina.” Róstran struggled to turn to me. “He’s making it arduous for me to be certain that he didn’t operate on a phallus before losing that part of his virginity to me.”
I beheld Róstran exuding blue wisps while squirming. “Uhh, Róstran,” I articulated solicitously.

“I’m cognizant. It’s not horrible. yet.”

“Should I know about this and how not to exacerbate it into nastiness?”

Róstran stared at the ceiling, panting and writhing. “It was an operose bitch to uncover the answers, and there are still interrogatories remaining as mystifications. What I uncovered through years of interpreting books was I had mana, the source of casting spells, except I didn’t spend my whole continuation learning as a tyro or beseeching a powerful entity to gain access to it. It just popped up on its own, which wasn’t unheard off according to the books.”

“When did it happen?”

“At age seven. Svanhæri and Íjálf witnessed it too. We tried to recreate it, but it disappeared, and I surmised I -ahh- hallucinated it until the hecatomb on my tenth birthday.”

“Was there any analogous moments of that day?”

We paused when Róstran’s trunks floated to the top. Róstran hastily grabbed and stashed it behind him before the felicity beset him. “Gellir’s house was the only time since my tenth birthday where it bereaved me of my equanimity. I discovered through clandestine recitation that my mana flared up when -oh, Faer- my temperament is high. I can control it to where I can summon scintillations of it and cast minor magic, but it assumes controls when I lose my quietude.”

I briefly plunged my head into the water to check on Lárus, and he appeared fine while fondling Róstran’s balls and sucking Róstran’s prick. I brushed my hair from my eyes. “Would sex activate it?”

Róstran appeared dithyrambic since becoming nude, excitedly huffing and puffing. “I’m dubious that it’s true but I’m not absolutely confident about it. My mana seems to -fuck- perceive pernicious perils and externalizes when my life is infallibly in jeopardy. I would sense a metamorphosis in my personality before losing consciousness when it activated. That's all I know from secretly researching the recondite subject.”

I suddenly went rigid from a hand on my vulva, glancing down at the water. “Does anyone else no about it?”

“My tormentor, the people that survived my uninhibited acrimony, you, Lárus, and dad. Dad told me to keep it secret.”

“How come?”

“Probably because it makes people believe I’m a monster. Magic, occultism, and other cabalistic powers are esoteric topics, the most conjecturable ratiocination why locating books was a bitch.” An iota of ennui and melancholy sneaked into Róstran’s euphoria. “He probably considers me an anathema too in secret.”

I prorogued Róstran’s fellatio by placing his bare ass on my lap, massaging his shoulders before Lárus tended to his genitalia. “You're not a monster. Even though you have an antipodal view, you were a massive asset in my rescue when you lost your equanimity. It’s one of the reasons why Lárus and I are treating you this way right now, which is just an appetizer.” I anointed the lavender soap on Róstran’s shoulders and head.

Róstran gritted his teeth rapturously. “Faer, Lárus is on the precipice of receiving semen.”
I swiftly washed the oleaginous substance off my hands and covered Róstran’s jaw. His orgasm came seconds later. I latched onto his knot, feeling his penis heavily pulsate. The envy seeped into my veins. I wasn’t ending our time at the bathhouse with Lárus winning the breath-holding contest and gulping down the billowy flood of jizz.

Lárus emerged from the water, his cheeks intumescent like a chipmunk. Sloppily, he gesticulated for me to open my jaw, osculating me promptly. A hefty glob of cum went inside, aggrandizing in preponderance while our tongues transposed it between us. I relished the potent flavor on my tastebuds, tantalizing my concupiscence for more directly from the provenience.

Róstran, all covered in odoriferous spume, intercalated himself between my brother and me. We shared his cum with him. I took the role of lookout, frequently darting my eyes at the saturnalia for indicators that someone was aware of us, and our parents joined the orgy by getting frisky and handsy with each other. So far, the bacchanal drew everybody’s attention away from us, and I groped his manhood, commencing his subsequent buildup while we depleted his sperm. His boner was already afoot.

“You denuded my only habiliment on me, Lárus,” Róstran stated.

Lárus through his supine hands up. “What can I say; you have an attractive body, and I want to see it in its natural glory.”

Róstran inspected himself. “I fail to see how I’m pulchritudinous,” he lifted his hands out of the water, showing the scars to us, “especially with all these cicatrixes on me.”

“Kaera and I will show you later today that your wrong.”

Lárus and I observed Róstran becoming flustered. “Something wrong, Róstran?” I catechized.

Róstran’s breaths became expeditious. “It’s my first time being naked in public, and it’s titillating me despite knowing I’m not the cynosure right now. Just the datum itself is sufficient to arouse me.”

“Splendiferous.” I removed Róstran from my lap. “That means you’re more apt for round two.”

“It will ameliorate my erection, making it a cinch to stuff and conceal it in my trunks.”

I dropped two more chunks into the water for bubbles and insufflated deeply until my lungs were beyond satiated with air. I swam underwater towards Róstran’s junk again only for Lárus to place Róstran on his lap, pressing their penises together. Either one of these cocks would suffice for fellatio, Róstran’s maleness requiring the most room in my maw. Taking both endowments on  coetaneously as my lungs would allow would solidify my place in the Archive’s registers.

Naturally, I started on the hugest penis first. My lips burned from the tensity when I reached my consanguineous brother’s phallus during my descent. The acicular glans went in my mouth, but the rest proved to be a challenge. Róstran’s penis was already down my throat. I summoned all of my grit and went for my first attempt, which immediately proved to be otiose. I gagged and instantly retreated, going up for air.

I submerged after receiving the exact supply of air as before, and Róstran was by Lárus’s left side instead of on Lárus’s inguinal region. The fugacious interregnum didn’t minify the precum nor its flavor when I sucked the gargantuan cock again. This time, the whole shaft and knot went in and down my throat easier than previously. My tongue cosseted it, and I produced vibrations through my vocals.

My metacarpi gravitated towards the huge testicles and hirsute scrotum. I recalled Róstran articulating what my twin sibling did to him, so I replicated Lárus. His knot popped out, and my right hand cadently squeezed it to simulate a vagina. I had Lárus’s left hand be the vicar, while my dyad of digits contracted gently and firmly on the giant, meaty apple.

I lasted longer than my other attempts and still had plenty of air leftover. I move my mouth back to the acuminate head and suckled it. My hands slid across the shaft back and forth, mimicking any female’s slit. The water stirred from Róstran’s legs. I smirked that my varied slurps coupled with my hands, including when I wrapped my tongue around his spear or gently nibbled on it, elicited a positive response He probably mentioned my amatory deviltry to Lárus by now during whatever palaver they had. You’re not the only one that can make Róstran into a rhapsodic blob, Lárus.

The first gob of Direfenri seed shot at the back of my throat. I shoved more of the gigantic phallus into my muzzle, savoring every surge of pure, potent batter straight from the provenance itself. Róstran’s climax lasted just as long as usual, and I was prepared to surface when he shoved my head down his whole cock, knot and all. What in Salföðgrí’s name is going on, I thought irascibly. Then, I discovered the reason for the delay.

Six bodies entered the same pool we were at. Two were directly across from us. Another pair was to Lárus’s left and the other two were sort of adjacent to his right. I conjectured the gravid female was Brýngerður, the one next to her in red panties and bra was her mate, and the other two Fenri on his right were Hrafnir and Æsignís. The couple directly across were possibly the Vakörr sisters. Shit. How long would they be here? Thank Faer I had the acumen to make it frothy and filled my lungs’ reservoir beyond capacity earlier. I supplicated that Lárus and Róstran would provide a cogent elucidation for my absence.

A minute ticked away and the foreign feet hadn’t vacate their spots. I dreaded I would be underwater with a humongous log in my mouth because their body languages conveyed they were convivial and pococurante. Numerous opportunities came when Róstran released my head frequently, although I only moved up his penis a smidgen. Then, he always sent me back to start like he fretted I would magically float to the top.

I tasted the barometer that indicated Róstran had a foible for exhibitionism. His boner got indurate without retreating to his sheath. His balls were destitute of sperm yet that didn’t stop him from giving me his musky, saporous, translucid brine. The refractory period was ephemeral, and his whole rigid shaft expanded to its lost territory in my mouth. The situation would’ve been more affable and lascivious if the peril of absolute degradation to my future wasn’t present. The divulgence would spread, I would get ignominy from the public and go into expatriation, and Gellir, his cohorts, and Rikka would most likely be vindicated from it.

Róstran affixed my head to his groin and furtively bucked his hips into my snout. How could he be this audacious in face of danger? Or, he was unable to stymie his contumacious libido because of his kink. Either way, his fresh erection subjoined my mouth and made it harder to pull out in spite of his lubricating pre, and each thrust sucked more air out of my lungs. Lárus popped a boner, too, and masturbated.

I glanced discovered the source behind my agnate brother’s arousal. The two amorous couples partook in the communal copulation, the feminine Fenri giving their masculine partners handjobs, and the effete underwear on one male was shoved aside. Great— just what I needed while precariousness skulked nearby, additional triggers to my sex drive. I watched everyone release their steam while my lungs just began to warn me of low reserves of air.

The lascivious mien took a lewder turn and not for the best for my scenario. I beheld the maturest females descend to my level, and they were Brýngerður and Æsignís, meaning their respective husbands were with them. I remained still and prayed harder they wouldn’t descry me with Róstran’s penis in my mouth while fellating their spouses underwater. His penis throbbed with every heartbeat. Brýngerður demonstrated her oral efficacy, cumulating Hylur’s genitals in her mouth, cock and ballsack, and Æsignís gave Hrafnir similar treatment. I shifted my eyes at Róstran’s heavy scrotum and ploddingly and stealthily distended my jaw. The vainglory from my achievement filled me, and the act was efficacious on pleasuring Róstran. He amplified the grinding against my physiognomy.

The Fenri pair on the other side enraptured my attention because one female furtively the other female’s snatch. The venturesomeness further reinforced the theory they were Manasína and Ingileif. I beheld the second female reciprocate the intimate touches.

I thought Lárus, Róstran, and I were safe for the most part when the effeminate Fenri surfaced, but the macho spouses went underwater next. Hylur and Hrafnir infixed themselves between their wives’ legs. They held their breaths longer, so I assumed the females’ orgasms were their goals. I anxiously anticipated for the subsequent events when Brýngerður and Æsignís suddenly flexed their bodies.

Customarily, the manly Fenri’s inamoratas imbedded the penises within their cunts, ensconcing on their laps. I pussyfooted my left hand to Lárus’s fleshy greatsword, assuming the mated dyads were engrossed in procreation. All of the proceeding moves were deliberate, waiting for a slap or another sign that the environment was too problematic. I wrapped my digits on his pecker. Not a single admonishment came my way, so my suspicion was correct. I stimulated him and Róstran, doing my best in timing their climaxes with Hrafnir’s and Hylur’s crescendos. Lárus and Róstran would ameliorate my needs very soon.

My lungs exigently postulated air. Each passing second, the demand grew coincidently with my peevishness. Hylur and Hrafnir were dilatory in cumming inside their mates’ uteruses. It was just my luck the wives opted to slowly and sensually slide on their penises. I debated mentally of persevering or capitulating and risking discovery to gain fresh air. Soon, the choice would infallibly be only one if they didn’t expedite promptly.

Time slipped away, and my desperation grew. My prayer transitioned from Hrafnir and Hylur ejaculating to an orison of them and their mates being too enthralled to notice me. I surceased the stimulations on Róstran and my akin inamorato. Once again, I played the worst case scenario like a nightmare. To make matters worse, the froth almost evanesced from the surface. The womanly dyad vacated, so that was some solace.

Faer acknowledged my rogation somewhat. Hrafnir, Hylur, and their spouses left the pool without tying the knot. I waited several seconds before I shot to the surface and filled my lungs with sweet, sweet air. Note to self, don’t play with that much fire.

“I thought they would never leave,” I vociferated, glancing at the husbands who carried their wives while perforating their twats.

“That was too close,” Lárus uttered, looking stupefied from fright.

Róstran was also astonished but from veneration instead of fear. “I can’t believe you perdured that long underneath the water with Hylur, Hrafnir, their mates, and Vakörr’s offspring precariously nearby.”

I sat next to Lárus. “That was exhilarating.”

“I’ll say,” Róstran quickly vociferated.

I turned my head to Róstran. “Too much for you?”

“Yeah— not my preferred schema to confirm I possessed an idiosyncrasy.” Róstran slipped into his swimsuit.

“Did you relish the treatment though?”

Róstran nodded. “You and Lárus were resplendent until the others had a prattle with him and me.” He tilted his head downward.

Lárus and I beheld Róstran’s boner. “Still up for more?” He asked Róstran.

“Yes but more sequestered than here.”

My heart fluttered vivaciously at the answer. My libido, oversexed by the debauchery, had an outlet. “Splendid because Lárus and I still have the rest of your reward.”