Chapter 30: A Small Price

(Octokew 8th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

It amazed me how drastic Álfsandur could change overnight as I went to school. The decorations covered virtually covered the edifices and streets in the tinctures for Þýyraekuorja: red and blue. The academy was in the festive spirit when I arrived. I conjectured the commixture was fifty-fifty between students and filigree as I ambulated into the hallways.

I squeaked as somebody consternated me by lifting me from behind. The squeals transitioned into giggles as I turned around. “Gellir!”

Gellir gently swayed me around. “Hey, Kaera.” My feet soon touched the floor, and my lips tingled from the osculation. “Got any plans for today?”

I assumed what Gellir had planned. “I have plans with my family first for Þýyraekuorja, but I should have plenty of time to spend it with you.”

Gellir flashed his toothy grin while giving a thumbs up. “Good to know, but I hoped you would spend the most of today with me and my family.”

“Your family?”

“I want to introduce you them, mainly my father.”

I had an inauspicious intellection of a dark figure with glowing eyes towering over me with lightning in the background when I heard Gellir wanting me to meet Rikka. “Your sire?”

Gellir nodded. “He knows I have a girlfriend and wants to be abreast with a future daughter-in-law.”

Great, I drawled out in my head, already conceptualizing my dissolution by Rikka’s hands. “Alright.”

“What plans do you have with your family?”

“Eating an early supper and going to church. Then I can spend the rest of Þýyraekuorja with you.”

“Would they mind if I take you to my basilica?”

Oh, so it’s ritualistic then. “I need to ask when I get home.”

“No problem; I’ll wait for you over where we had seafood. If I don’t see you by three, I’ll assume you can’t make it and head over to my church.” Gellir gave me a kiss before we separated for first period.

School lasted for only a couple of periods before it adjourned for Þýyraekuorja. Mom was still working on dinner when I arrived, so I took the opportunity to write my report for History. The ink dripped from my quill as I pondered on my fist on how to begin the essay. I elected to paint my person as a beneficent individual for his meritorious work, but the words couldn’t come forth from within my mind and transfer through my arms to the paper. I justified myself to not solely besmirch him in the report because I conjectured that to be what everyone would expect.

The ink was a dried husk when Dágfárik alerted me to dinner. I had a plate of íkæri, a dish that was shredded potatoes and vegetables and scrambled eggs fused together to form a pancake. Supposedly, it was one of Faer’s final victuals before his fight against Þakúrötyðlý. Mom also made fried chunks of pork belly and röldjeið, a delicacy of creamed oats, honey, and multifarious fruits— in my case, I only had apples. If my personal annals were anything to recur, I was so sanguine about what I had to ingurgitate anon.

I got ready for church and waited with my siblings at the main egress. Mom walked down the stairs with the assistants carrying the pups behind her. She was in her standard attire for her sub-sect in the Þýsivækátorði orthodoxy. We got into multitudinous carriages and went our way. I was with Lárus, her, Róstran, and two infants, deciding it was time to spring the question.

“Gellir wants to know if I can meet his parents when we arrive in Álfsandur.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” my mother replied while tending to one of her pups.

“Except he wants me to meet them at their church.”

Mom turned her head at me. “Oh.” She sounded a bit chapfallen.

“They should meet us at our church,” Lárus grumbled rancorously, looking out the window.

“Why at their minster?” Róstran catechized, reading a book.

“I don’t know why Gellir specifically requested to go there instead of encountering his parents in Álfsandur during Þýyraekuorja,” I responded, shaking my head slightly.

“I rather prefer saving that for another time,” mom replied. “If Gellir’s parents want to, they can acquaint themselves with you during the jubilee. Are you supposed to tell Gellir in person?”

“He said that if I don’t show up by three in the afternoon he’ll leave the restaurant where we had our first date.”

Mom nodded once. “Good. You can hang out with him after service until sundown. Then, we’ll head home.”

We walked to our sacrosanct institution after we got out of the carriages, merging to the crowd on the pilose, chockablock path. Several people had the effrontery express their disparagements against mom’s faith since dad wasn’t around, although they were too pusillanimous to say the words directly. I sat where I usually sit, and mom handed me a pup to tend to. The fondness of holding and gently rocking it grew as its proclivity to disturbing me in my sleep evanesced.

The denuded pontiff emerged, commencing the religious session. The priest started by going on about Fjálgðtiðtýyroún, the realm where Fenri used to live along with Faer. Salföðgrí convinced a couple consanguineous members of Faer’s clan to create Þakúrötyðlý. The abomination’s influence perverted the land and impelled the people to become hedonists for the vitiated acts. Faer led the faithful Fenri to Illyria, where he sacrificed his possession to ensure their survival during the initial weeks of navigating the new world. Today marked the first day of the pilgrims landing in Illyria.

I had the freedom to hang out with Gellir after I received a diminutive sack to wear around my neck. The Fenri didn’t waste time to get into some debauchery and merrymaking as I roamed the streets, noticing Dágfárik and Rýnaki scurry off in their panties, and Ásyvör quickly snatched my twin brother. It was vastly different to how I used to celebrate back in the shack despite being my premier experience in an established town. A few villagers in Kelna stopped by to spread the blithe cornucopia around, but my twin brother and I were too young to imbibe inebriations— still didn’t stopped the cleansing I had to undergo afterward.

I descried Gellir amongst the jovial horde, and my feet magically acted like I stepped into an agglutinative substance that instantly hardened. Gellir and his parents were naked, his begetter dwarfing everybody near him. The hulking, mountainous physique was an asset to his intimidating expression, a callous demeanor on his physiognomy gained through decades of experience. It was an insensate appearance that expressed he was all-serious and not fond of frailty, with his arms folded.

Gellir beheld me out of the corner of his eyes as he stopped and turned toward me, waving and gesturing me to come over. I behaved like I was on a friable, frozen lake that just decided to crack underneath me, my feet sluggishly tiptoeing to him. He had audacity to speed up my potential execution by dragging me to his masculine progenitor. Every fiber and sinew froze within me. Rikka was taller than I foretold, and Rikka had a cicatrix going vertical on his right eye, which was closed. I couldn’t quaver even if I forced my body to as I stared at Rikka with awe and trepidation.

I observed Gellir gesticulating at Rikka. “Kaera, this is my father.” He pantomimed identically at me. “Father, this is Kaera, my girlfriend.”

“Hello,” Rikka spoke with his arms still crossed. My body temperature was as gelid as the hiemal air as I perceived his low, gruff voice.

“Hi,” I stammered failing to appear stoic and composed. Rikka didn’t extirpate me immediately so… progress? I surmised I wouldn’t gain an ally out of Rikka’s spouse as my eyes darted to her.

Gellir got ahold of my right hand, making me look down just as he dragged me. “Kaera and I are going to be together for awhile.”

“Be back here at sundown,” Rikka ordered.

I was tempted to respond with a ,”Yes, sir,” but Gellir got me further away from Rikka. before I could reply. We ended up at the restaurant with the seafood before he stopped dragging me.

“So, that was my father,” Gellir uttered, lackadaisically leaning on the edifice. “What do you think of him?”

“He’s like if my stepfather was permanently cantankerous instead of turning it on or off,” I replied. “His peevish expression is more threatening because of being a pure Direfenri and the advantages of being one.”

Gellir placed his metacarpi behind his head. “Yeah. Father has to have that because of his occupation, although he’s actually amiable once you get past the exterior.”

“I assume the military does that to people.”

“My father was naturally like that, and the military refined it. He’s currently the warden in the most hardcore penitentiary in the nation— only the most vile go there.”

“So, your father’s right eye-”

“Was when he displayed his feebleness for his first, and only, time.” Gellir walked away from the building. “Follow me; I know a place with the best booze.”

Gellir’s opinion was a popular one as he and I waited in an elongated line for alcohol. Scads of Fenri walked around, mirthfully quaffing a light-yellow, effervescent beverage in humongous boots, similar to the ones I saw two individuals purchased recently. Fatty, hearty dishes accompanied the alcohol, and the scrumptious redolences and appearances aroused my navel. Dágfárik and Rýnaki appeared with their friends, and their companions commented about their epicene underwear and how some of them couldn’t believe they honored the bet. I took furtive glances at the stepbrothers to get plenty of dosage of them in their panties.

My turn came, and Gellir ordered four largest cups of Auðvisþröð, the most potent ale in Canir in his view. It had decent flavor and burn as it smoothly went down my throat, but my lexicon of ale and other intoxicants was basal because I was just mature enough to become an abecedarian at alcohol, so I virtually had none to compare with. I downed my two cups, and he did too. We went over to another location for booze and ordered more as we partook in the tradition of transfusing blood with alcohol. I conjectured maybe there would be less bellicosity between Canir and Novik if the Dwarves there could see how much of habitual drinkers us Fenri were as we stared at the pilose citizens drinking various kinds of inebriant.

I took Gellir to Áílkæn Square, accumulating a superabundance of deep-fried delectables from omnifarious establishments. We blended in with Fenri around our age, and I determinated plenty of them from school. Ángýl, Évéy, and another girl from the Phenomenal Five were there. I noticed Sæarún over by a fountain, and I waved at her, remembering the ukase of not fraternizing with the common folk. Would Sæarún’s relation to Rikka mean she was more than a proletariat? It seemed to be the case when the patrician group interacted with her in a meritorious manner. She must be one of my rivals, I thought, my emulous side emerging within me deciduously. She became cognizant of my presence and reciprocated the wave with a beaming smile.

Aðalstænn appeared to my, not-so, stupefaction, superimposing his right arm on Sæarún’s shoulders. Of course, he had to espy me and glare with an expression that was a mixture of contumely and disgruntlement. His countenance instantly went from vexing frustration to trepid shock. His eyes went wide, and he scurried away with his sister, tail between his legs.

Gellir took me to the nearby park. It was more halcyon since the rest of the townspeople were occupied with booze and mountainous pabulums. We were virtually sequestered from Álfsandur, and we discovered a decent pond within the area. We were decumbent, our heads resting on our hands. Me and Gellir alone in the tranquil environment staring at the partly cloudy sky— what could be more paradisiacal than this?

I was immediately aware of Gellir manipulating my left hand, although I didn’t respond. He kept it around his pecs initially, which I relished them and the hearty heart that palpitated faster. Mine also pulsated with excitement. My hand traipsed his torso under his influence, his body uncannily similar to my brother’s physique.

I insufflated my lungs fugaciously numerous times from the growing ardent energy around Gellir and me. My left hand did the wandering on its own. He soon pressed his lips against my maw, and I quivered from him lightly caressing my omphalos. I was wrong; this was more supernal. Our eyes met when he escalated the predicament drastically, my eyes enlarging.

“Gellir!”

I observed Gellir instantly let go of my left hand, and I made it retreat from his member. “What?” He inquired with annoyance, acting innocent.

“Really… that soon?”

“Sorry; I thought the moment was right.” We went back to laying on our arms.

“What made you think that it was the right time?”

“It was with the other girlfriends I had. It was around this point in the relationships, and they usually were the ones to escalate”

“So you conjectured I was one of them?”

Gellir gave me a few seconds of silence. “You gotta admit that there was amorous scintillations in the air.”

“Yeah, there was, but I require more time before you escalate our relationship. In addition, I need barriers to immure me before any foreplay or actual coitus takes place.”

Gellir nodded. “Good to know.” We lay in peaceful taciturnity for several minutes that I almost took a nap. “It would be a small price to pay for Róstran, you know.”

My ears perked up. “Really?”

“A favor as significant as getting Aðalstænn to cease and desist from tormenting Róstran requires a major requital from you.”

I nodded circumspectly. “True.”

“You can stick to giving me handjobs until I cum if that’s what you’re most comfortable with, but I must warn you that it will be the longest route to completing your quittance.”

“I’m assuming oral is worth more.”

Gellir nodded. “Reciprocation for blowjobs and handjobs will also speed the process up.”

“And actual sex?”

Gellir held three fingers up. “This much if you are ready. I won’t dictate how you decide to pay. However, I have the authority to collect from you if I deem you’re taking too long between payments.”

“You swear to Faer that only me can decide how much I can pay you?”

“I swear to Faer.”

I cogitated long and hard as the wind blew from right to left. “There’s no other payment?” Gellir shook his head, and I sighed with a hint of disgust. A small price to pay. “Alright then.”

“You can start now.”

I scanned around the environment. “You know how I feel about someone catching us.”

Gellir tilted his head back, returning it back to normal. “I don’t see anyone. They’re busy with the obstreperous fete and most likely too intoxicated to castigate us if they wander this far.”

I reached down and tugged Gellir’s hirsute promontory on his inguinal region. It had similar proportions to Lárus’s sheath, and I sensed it swell from my touches. Virile flesh smoothly obtrude from its shelter for my right digits to stroke. Gellir growled approvingly and thumped his tail.

“You’re a natural, Kaera.”

I pretended that was indubitable instead of telling Gellir where I gained the experience. I smeared the precum over his tip as I rolled my thumb all over it slowly. He had the dimensions comparable to my brother’s brawny physique as I lovingly caressed him to enact the masquerade of genuine affection than paying off a debt. I felt him turn my toward him, and our lips connected. Regardless of a major mood-killer, I felt some amatory embers start to kindle within us.

My right hand went down to Gellir’s balls, slowly ascending the manly genitals. I squeezed his package as firmly as my osculations on his muzzle while it went up. More of his penis slid out, receiving the same affections from my fingers, and I could sense the erection engorging on his blood.

Gellir resumed rubbing my belly. He got close to my mammillae or my muliebrity but not to where I had to admonish him. I had a reasonable assumption he legitimately wanted to rekindle the magical embers back into a perfervid inferno. Knowing that made me relax more and acclimate to the conditions of recompensing him. My kisses got where I started to creep onto his figure.

I perceived Gellir’s knot outside his sheath with my hand, and that was where the dissimilitude between his dick and Lárus’s endowment began. My brother had a longer penis by a couple inches, but his phallus was thicker, showing no signs of stopping. It got to where I needed both hands to handle the masculine pillar’s enormity. I fluctuated my celerity and firmness as I jerked his dick, giving the shaft some twists. He behaved similarly to my twin sibling whenever I compressed his knot, observing him shoot his pre out of his urethra, and his dong reached peak thickness, which I marveled at.

I had sufficient experience to know the signs that Gellir was about to ejaculate. I transitioned to going at one speed— fast. His pre imbued heavily into my fur as it eruct like a geyser. My left became a vice on his knot as I aggrandized the speed on my right hand. I sensed he was on the precipice, so I instantly retarded my strokes to a bantam handful of sluggish movements, increasing my grip into a death-grip.

Gellir jostled my hands off his junk with his powerful bucks— that wasn’t the only characteristic of his crescendo that was impressive. He had power behind his violent, masculine emissions, giving them the distance to outperform my brother’s capability. I counted the amount of fecund bursts he had, guesstimating he and him were even in volume when he finally finished cumming. It was down to what I preferred the most: less payloads but thicker or more of them but less viscid. I was glad I had none of his jizz on me since I would be cutting the time close to rendezvousing with my family to wash my body. He found some non-frozen but still gelid water to splash on his penis, shivering as the liquid splash on his maleness, and his erection shrunk and hid in his sheath promptly.

I reunited with mom, Róstran, the two stepbrothers, who remained in their panties, and other members of the household right around the time I agreed to. Gellir’s parents were nearby, and Gellir’s mother barely hid her contempt towards her before leaving. We waited for Lárus to arrive, and he eventually did after the deadline went by, appearing like he just escaped a brutal, physical crucible.

My family and I consumed more viands and alcohol before we got to the one part I loathed the most. I had to ingest a special liquid hanging around my neck. It was a special brew that was supposed to mimic the holy water Faer had to ingest before fighting Þakúrötyðlý to purify his soul. I tilted the vial and drunk the most pellucid liquid I saw in my life. I nearly gagged from the puissant burn in my throat, redolent of moonshine or medicine.

The brew did its job right as I got to my domicile, and everybody retired to their sleeping quarters. I felt the burn spread throughout my entire body, behaving like a fever or my estrus. Sleep wouldn’t come to me while it cleansed my eidolon, and I began sweating. It’s just a small price to pay for the fun, I thought. Perhaps it purified my soul for the perverted debauchery I did, and I recalled the deal I made to Gellir. A small price to pay.