
Chapter 47: Gaining Confidence

We braved the harsh gale after leaving the spa with the rest of the household. The extra layers of habiliments ameliorate some of the gelid bite. Nothing special happened, but the moment wasn’t right for Lárus and I to rendezvous with Róstran. The opportunity arrived when everyone retired to their chambers for the night. I snuck into Róstran’s bedroom. Lárus came minutes later, holding his art material.

“What’s the plan?” Róstran catechized, sitting on his bed.

“Boosting your confidence,” Lárus answered, stabilizing the easel.

Róstran had a quizzical expression. “How and why?”

I ensconced next to Róstran after denuding to my pair of pink, exiguous, lacy underwear I got from Brýngerður’s shop. “Because we want to make you see you’re much more than what the opprobrium says. Your intellect saved our asses on more than one occasion.”

Lárus placed a blank canvass on the easel. “And how we’re helping you will begin here with several paintings of you.”

Róstran grimaced. “I prognosticate I need to exuviate my clothes at some point.”

I wrapped my left arm around Róstran’s shoulders, holding him against my side. “I was in a similar boat as you, but Lárus did a superb job.”

Lárus tossed multitudinous averments at us. “See for yourself.”

Róstran took his time going through each picture of me. I looked with him, admiring how Lárus made me beautiful despite the physical imperfections. If there was anyone that could boost his confidence about his body, it would be Lárus.

“Wow,” Róstran drawled with awe.

“What do you say?” I catechized. “Do you want to pose in front of Lárus for several drawings?”

Róstran gulped and glanced at my consanguineous sibling. “Let’s do it.”

Lárus nodded while exuviating his shirt. “Alright. We’ll go slow.” His pants came off next, revealing his jockstrap to us. “I’ll draw a couple of pictures of you in your underwear.”

Róstran’s cheeks had roseate maculae. “I’m wearing ones that people consider epicene for males.”

“We’ve seen other masculine Fenri wear bras and panties and other girly attires in public; it’s not that terrible of a taboo in Canir.”

I nodded in concurrence. “And they don’t diminish the virile Fenri masculinities in any quantifiable amount.” I gulped as it was my turn to blush albeit surreptitiously. “Plus, you appear provocative and racy in them in the best way possible.”

“Alright,” Róstran uttered while denuding his trousers first, discarding it to the pile of habiliments. His shirt quickly faced the exact kismet, and he sat on the bed, wearing the purple bra and panties Lárus and I caught him in earlier. “How do you want me to pose, Lárus.” He asked, getting titillated by the exhibitionism.

Lárus picked up a drawing utensil “Just stay like that.” He placed it on the canvass.
I went to Lárus and observed him draw Róstran. The tip lightly touched the canvass, and he swiftly drew lines of Róstran’s silhouette. I thought he would focus on one piece of anatomy before drawing another, but he sketched several large shapes that composed the runt’s figure. Then, he added smaller shapes and conjoined them to the main body. The celerity in his hands never vacillated, and a faint image of Róstran appeared.

The magic occurred when Lárus darkened the lines and added Róstran’s subtle idiosyncrasies, the same one when he highlighted my unique characteristics. The excited nervousness appeared on the picture, making him appear cute in my former undergarments, and the tufts complimented him. The combination gave him a puppyish appearance. Then, he progressed to the most herculean task, Róstran’s scars. He sketched them in the best way possible while making them indubitably authentic Róstran, and I approved of them. However, I was skeptical they would make Róstran see them in a disparate light. He perceived my concern, redoing them frequently. To me, a battle-hardened warrior like dad was the best way for the cicatrixes, but Róstran would pick up on the bullshit from the other side of Illyria.

Lárus snarled, erasing the marks again. I noticed he altered them in each redo, becoming unsatisfied after getting deep into one. “Fuck it.” He quickly erased it and didn’t bother for another attempt. “I’ll save it for another batch.” He brushed off the erratums. “It’s finished.”

Róstran appeared agog. “Can I see?”

Lárus waved him over. “Take a look.” Róstran hopped off the bed and came to us, and we scooched over to make room. “What do you think?”

Róstran’s eyes lit up, and his tail wagged agog. “Wow! It’s marvelous!”

Lárus grinned. “Thanks. Glad you enjoy it.”

Róstran picked up the canvass. “I discern puppyish idiosyncrasies.”

“You appear gorgeous,” I uttered, feeling my arousal start to cohere to my panties. I noticed in the picture that Róstran stained his epicene underwear with his precum.

“Indubitably.” Róstran blushed and acted bashful. “I see the titillation survived also.” The gibbosity remained in his panties but shrinking.

Lárus nodded wholeheartedly. “Oh yes.”

“This is impeccable.” Róstran placed the art in its place. “I appreciate it, Lárus.”

Lárus retrieved another blank canvas. “I’m not finished, yet.”

“How do you want me this time?” Róstran inquired anticipatorily.

Lárus gestured to Róstran’s bed with the pencil. “I want you on the bed and turned to your right. Then,” he held the tumescence in his jockstrap, “you’ll hold your bulge like so and stare at Kaera and me with a cocky expression.”

“I don’t do bumptiousness.”

“Yes, you do,” I countered. “You get a particular mien when you’re absolutely certain victory is assured several moves in advance in Champions of Noß.”

“I must’ve done it inadvertently,” Róstran enunciated while planting his fundament on the bed, stroking his excrescence.

“Now, envisage yourself you know you’re going to win in a couple of moves because of a crucial draw or because you’re opponent made a critical solecism.” I shot Lárus a questioning expression furtively.

Lárus caught it and nodded, turning his head back to Róstran. “Bring it down a couple of pegs, Róstran.” Hebetudinously like a rock-snail, Róstran reigned in his cocksure expression until he extended his right hand outward. “Stop! Right there. Maintain that for the drawing.”

My brother had a perspicacious eye. Lárus got Róstran’s contortions just right for the superciliousness to be warm, and primarily tantalizing. That conjoined with Róstran grasping the bulge in the panties conveyed the message that he had a huge penis, he knew he had it, and he doubted anyone could handle it and dared them to try anyway. Róstran could give Jysen and Klaryse a run for their money.

The process was the same for this drawing, and Lárus was swift. Soon, he was on the third picture, which had Róstran in the exact position and expression as the second drawing except he had Róstran shove his cock through the top in the panties. The whole dare-part aggrandized when Róstran held his erect phallus. His giant knot was still in his sheath. I beheld the lump in his pilose hillock and his pre.

I glanced down and presupposed Lárus’s jockstrap was cramped, observing Lárus repeatedly rearrange his junk. “Let me handle it,” I whispered sultrily.

“With pleasure,” Lárus growled seductively when I tugged his left ear with my teeth.

I reached to Lárus's bulge, feeling the precum besmirch his undergarment. A fugacious caesura occurred when I resolutely constricted and stroked it. I jostled the pouch, slowly rolling each nut in my hands. The beast bestirred within his sheath some more. I felt his maleness take over the diminutive amount of space remaining in his jockstrap, eventually touching his bare, fleshy spear through the vacuities. He started whining ferally.

My brother’s pucker appeared alluring, so it became the cynosure for half of my focus. I placed my tongue on it, receiving another dose of his heavenly musk and gamey flavor. The bulge enlarged to a mountain as I lapped away at his anus. I had to swat his hands away from his endowment frequently.

The jockstrap distended far from Lárus’s crotch. I had to jerk his penis, which was oleaginous from the precum. My hands easily slid up and down his shaft and coated with his essence. Even the firm squeezes had less friction. He instinctively bucked his hips, causing my tongue to enter his rectum, and my pussy driveled nectar through my underwear.

“Fucking Faer, Kaera,” Lárus jocundly stammered.

“Is the drawing complete?” Róstran inquired.

Lárus nodded with his jaw wide open beatifically. “Just finished it.” He barked ephemerally, discharging a shot of precum.

Róstran got off the bed and crawled on all four. “Then let me ameliorate your virile desire.”

I beheld Róstran’s hulking log wobble back and forth as he crawled toward me. He was underneath the easel and took Lárus’s penis into his mouth and held it with his hands. I fondled the testicles in the jockstrap and squeezed Lárus’s knot while lubricating Lárus’s rectum with saliva. Lárus froze in place, and his head arched to the ceiling. I felt the gonads shrivel with each ejaculation and the jittery legs.

“Ahhh.” Lárus drawled out his relief, and I noticed all of his virility over Róstran’s physiognomy. “Sorry, Róstran.”

Róstran chuckled and grinned, nuzzling my brother’s penis. “Don’t be.” He licked the sperm on his lips, combined it with the jizz already in his mouth, and ingurgitated it. He pulled the jockstrap off Lárus while cleansing his prick.

Lárus impishly smirked at me. “Shall we move on to the next step?”

“Yes,” I answered after I left enough saliva for Lárus’s asshole to handle Róstran’s giant claymore. I exuviated my bra.

“What’s next?” Róstran inquired, wagging his tail.

I pointed at the bed. “Lay on your bed.”

Róstran prostrated on his bed, and I ambulated to him, denuding my sticky panties. Lárus was at his inguinal region, fellating his dick. I ensconced on his visage, instantly sensing him pleasure my vulva and clitoris. My hips rolled from side to side, spreading his slaver and my nectar around my slit. Svanhæri was fortunate to have him as a sibling during the time she had. He had the connatural adroitness or she was an influential pedagogue.

I removed the bra from Róstran’s chest, inspecting the fabric. It was meant for me for when I needed skimpy underwear to entice my future mate until he surreptitiously took it and the corresponding panties. Surprisingly, they adequately fit him despite my sinewy physique making me larger and broader than his lanky, pygmy frame. My other undergarments would be too loose for him if he put them on, whereas they clung onto his body, and the front contained his manhood superbly. Still, I safely conjectured someone like Brýngerður would have feminine underwear immaculate for him specifically and cogitated a shopping trip and several gifts.

An orgasmic ripple sapped my vigor, and I became dead weight. I solicitously glanced back at Róstran’s countenance, where I witnessed his whole jaw cover my cunt and my pussy juice saturating his face. His tongue was deep in my vagina, rapidly tickling every part within. He gave me a thumbs up when I inquired if he could breathe. I waited for any second for Róstran to surcease licking my muliebrity. Instead, he kept going. His ingenuity left me in a jocund narcosis.

Meanwhile, my brother had part of Róstran’s panties down sufficiently to exposed the giant penis and testicles. The huge knot was out. He paid extra intentness to it when he dragged his tongue from the gonads to the acicular tip that munificently exuded precum. I tended to the glans whenever he went back for the balls, suckling it like a pup nurturing on a breast. We osculated and shared the virile essence when he was at the fleshy aiguille. I felt Róstran jubilantly voice his approval on my crotch, which prolonged my daze. It only took him abruptly proroguing the fellatio for my opportunity to escape.

“I’m close, you two!” Róstran whined. “Let me cum, please!”

Lárus chuckled, appearing delighted by the response, and I was, too. “Real soon, Róstran. You just need to present your ass to Kaera and me and get on your hands and knees.”

I rolled off Róstran and perched my ass next to Lárus. The panties came off as Róstran got into position. Lárus took the lead, diving straight into Róstran’s pucker. I brought up the rear, sharing the anal fissure with him, and Róstran moaned into a pillow. We both had the idea of jerking the phallus coevally with the rimjob, and all four metacarpi had ample space on the penis.
“Msgsdfmhrt,” Róstran spoke into the pillow.

My ears perked up. “Can you repeat that, Róstran?”

It quickly became apparent what Róstran conveyed about. His penis throbbed and discharged Direfenri spunk on the blankets. We swiftly directed his puppy batter to our visages, otiosely cumulating all of it in our mouths. It left long streaks down our bodies when he finished cumming. He joined us as we licked his seed off each other, and Lárus and him vigorously tended to my boobs.

I crawled onto Róstran’s bed and lifted my tail, presenting my nether apertures to Róstran. “Whenever you’re ready, Róstran.” I wanted him to take the reins and elevate his cocksureness.

Róstran took less time to muster up the courage, a drastic improvement than last time. Still, I wished his celerity was faster and more adamant. I felt his hands on my hips, followed by his hulking sausage steadily filling my vagina. The beatific stupor returned.

“Oh Faer,” I drawled out.

“You ok, Kaera?” Róstran anxiously catechized, freezing in place.

I smiled mirthfully. “Breed me, you fucking stud.” I felt Róstran pull his pecker out of my cunt although his length made me believe Lárus or another male was balls-deep in me. I exhaled rapturously when he thrust forward more assertively. “That’s it, Róstran. You’re doing great.”

“Ka-Kaera,” Róstran stammered while perforating my vagina.

My affection for him grew larger than my trepidation. “I’m here, Róstran. I won’t let anything happen to you.” I scratched his head.

Róstran’s dick acted like a battering ram on a besieged city. Each collision caused a significant amount of air to extricate my lungs. His jaw hung open in a blithe expression. Still, I kept an eye out for any tumults of his past creeping up while I swam in a sea of rhapsodic fog. I occasionally caressed him and susurrate succoring words to obviate any turmoil in him. He collapsed to his hands, slowly enfolding me into his arms, and I felt my breasts received saliva. I imagined I was Svanhæri and this was how he treated her while she was alive.

I beheld a tear on Róstran and wiped it off. “It’s ok, Róstran. You got this.”

“Thanks, Kaera,” Róstran responded without disrupting his rhythm.

“Anytime.”

I glanced at Lárus, observing him deeply enthralled and masturbating to the fornication. I titled my left thumb up and down, and he requited me with a thumbs up. He ambulated to my head and shoved his girthy sausage down my throat. He held my head in place, and his testicles slapped my eyes. I reached to his pilose scrotum and fondled his masculine orbs with one of my hands while stroking Róstran’s back with the other metacarpus.

Róstran expressed his desire to pleasure Lárus, so I had a caesura to catch some air before my consanguineous kin ensconced on my physiognomy. I sensed Lárus’s penis in between my mammillae, followed by the sounds of Róstran sucking on it. His essence morphed from saline to gamey and musky as I lapped hiss backdoor. My hands had nothing to do because Róstran’s force caused my tits to jiggle and massage his penis. So, I pressed his glutes on my tongue, yearning deeply to yank his tail or Róstran’s posterior appendage.

Lárus moved his fundament on my face, sliding it forward and backward while I licked his anus. My breasts firmly remained in place from his hands. I had fugacious moments where his balls were susceptible to my tongue, so I included them to oral stimulation. I varied the licks between his gonads and sphincter until he created a interregnum.

“Pardon in the interruption, but I need to piss for just a moment.” Lárus got off my body.
Róstran and I were alone in his room, his cock still in my pussy. I resumed my decumbent position, and he swiftly reverted to plowing me again. The tuberosity on my omphalos appeared as ephemerally as it deliquesced.

I noticed Róstran gaining more of his confidence. He no longer wrapped my exposed physique in his arms. Instead, he had my legs up and spread out, kneeling in between them, and his thrusts had more puissance. His stern face showed focus, a fixation on roughing my vagina and groin. My admiration and respect for him grew with every collision against my snatch. I placed my arms behind my head, displaying my naked beauty to him while smiling rapturously.

The harbingers of Róstran’s orgasm exteriorized. I had him surcease temporarily so I could alter my position to being on all four, lifting my tail up. My head tilted to him, and I beamed at him while sucking a couple of my fingers and fingering my asshole. The exact sensation I felt before appeared when he impaled my anus.

The burn evanesced in my fundament from the precum. The more pleasurable side became predominant as his speed aggrandized. I felt every aspect of his cock: his pulses, bulging veins, girth, and warmth. Yet, it was only half of his hulking trunk between his legs at most.

I figured this was as opportune moment as any to deduce what Róstran’s hidden reserve was for being a Direfenri. I turned my head at him. “Ready to crank it up a notch?”

Róstran paused, keeping his penis within my rectum. “What do you have in mind?”

I beckoned him with a finger. “Come here.”

I was prepared to succumb to Róstran’s assertive side. I immediately pulled him in for a deep kiss and went for his tail. His eyes widened in stupefaction before his alternate personality manifested. A guttural, primal growl made me tremble excitedly. He pinned me to the bed with one hand, utilizing sinew I hadn’t prognosticated, and my pussy was wet.

“What do I have here, another bitch believing she can service my penis well? Well, you think you can handle it?”

“Yes, Róstran” I answered, agog by the sudden turn of events. He didn’t go full animal, and I excitedly wagged my tail.

He spanked my ass and increased pressure on my frame. “It’s Alpha, slave.”

“Sorry, Alpha.”

I beheld him smirking out of my peripheral vision. “Excellent. You’ll be at my mercy until I stuff you with my pups. You’ll answer to no one but me. What signal will you use if you wish to end this and join with the other rejects?”

I was still stunned and enthusiastic about the dominance to conjure up a response. “I don’t have one.”

Róstran spanked me, again, and relocated his grip to my butt. “Then, hold up three fingers on your left hand if you believe at any point you are unworthy at servicing me. Understand?”

I nodded. “Yes, Alpha. I do request your mercy by entering my backdoor.”

“Noted.”

Róstran entered my ass without hesitation, pounding away with vigor I never felt before from him. The actual agony commixed with the euphoric pain into a rhapsodic mixture. The spanks added piquant scintillations, so I kept provoking him into repeating them. I felt like a bitch from the times I pulled my brother’s tail, yet he didn’t behave ferally like Lárus. This was a new breed of dominance and bestiality, and my respect for him increased.

Unfortunately, the time I had with Róstran’s concupiscent barbarity was too ephemeral before he hilted himself to my anus. I hadn’t acclimated to the pulses and ejaculations, so it was like my premier experience, magnifying my pleasure. I turned to him, witnessing his regnant side disappear with each discharge of semen. He plopped on me, enervated and panting heavily.

“That was something,” I uttered, at a loss for words because what I just underwent was ineffable. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”

Róstran stirred. “Yeah. I sort of developed him during my childhood.”

I folded my ears. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“No need to be. I actually relished it.” Róstran had roseate cheeks. “Truth be told -as much as it is bizarre because of my experience- I also enjoy being on the receiving end of this kind of coitus as much as the romantic, caring side. I secretly fantasized about roughing you and Lárus up and then some, and vice versa, but I didn’t want to actually harm and terrify you or him.”

I rubbed his head while chuckling. “Don’t hesitate to ask when the mood strikes you.”

My ears twitched, and I turned to the door as it opened, freezing in place until I confirmed my brother was the unknown entity.“Sorry about the wait,” Lárus uttered.

“What was the holdup?” I catechized, still panting heavily from succumbing to the savage sex.

“Dad wanted to talk to you, and I bullshitted why he can’t.” I perceived Lárus locking the door. “By the way, you need to feign illness somehow, Kaera.”

I gave Lárus a thumbs up while he ambulated to me and Róstran. “Appreciate the heads up.”

“He wanted me to pass the message to you.”

I raised my eyebrows. “What’s the message?”

“The verdict in Gellir’s trial should be tomorrow.”

Despite the euphoria and ecstasy from Róstran’s cock, I felt lead in my stomach. “Oh.”

Lárus sat next to me. “I’ll always be by your side regardless of the outcome.”

“I know.”

Lárus scanned my body and the lovable runt attached to my fundament. “Róstran must’ve did a number on you.”

“You have no idea.” I elucidated Lárus about Róstran’s alter ego.

Lárus quickly turned his head at Róstran, appearing astonished. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Róstran meekly drawled out.

“Huh. I never would’ve guessed in a million ages you had that side to you.” Lárus playfully nudged Róstran with his fist. “Nice, Róstran. Well, I planned on cumming over you two while in the middle of sex, but I guess I missed it.”

“My pussy is available,” I offered, caressing my outer moist folds.

“I love your plan.”

“I want to ejaculate in there, too, periodically,” Róstran whined.

I messed Róstran’s hair up, again. “You must go through some training, so you can jizz inside me without shoving your knot in my orifices.”

“If you say so, Kaera.”

Lárus got into position for his penis to comfortably slide into my vagina. “Fucking Faer, Róstran. Your dick is making her pussy tighter than all the other times I bred her.”

It was exhilarating to feel two penises in my nether region coevally, and the double pools of sperm fused into one huge tumescence on my paunch. I was enervated, so I wrapped my arms around Lárus and Róstran, savoring the intimate moment of the three of us in one happy hirsute heap.