


Chapter 51: The Long Trek North Pt 1

(Jukush 2nd-5th, Year 666 of the 4th Age)

My room was just as despoiled as when I first claimed it last year. I barely had possessions when I moved in, agglomerating more throughout time. Now, I collocated the containers on my bed, whistling in satisfied stupefaction, However, they weren’t meant to unpack and adorn my chamber as I saw fit. They were to accompany me to my temporary domicile.

The family was occupied, preparing for the long journey north to Hvanbygg and Kristvöltí, Canir’s capital and adjoining metropolis, respectively. Dad promised the Alpha Prime he would be there after the public saturnalia. One person remained unclaimed from the Mating Ceremony, Ilmur, the Alpha Prime’s daughter and only child, and her circumstances sparked the especial occasion. The ukase stated only males could hold prominent ranks that had influential powers, so she was forced to have a male knot her in public.

Dad scrambled the most out of everyone in the house when he got too engrossed in the conviviality of Rýnaki and Ingileif completing their solemnization. He took a diminutive chunk of his wealth and munificently spent it on opulent gifts and food for them. I frequently saw him and mom have parallel sex with them since the liturgical copulation. Speaking of Rýnaki and Ingileif, I beheld them struggle in packing for the journey because of the vinculum between their genitals. They hopped into one of the carriages after gathering their items.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Dad quickly articulated, walking briskly to and from the mansionHis antsy energy suffused to the other occupants, including me.

“You think we can make it in time, dad?” Hrafnir inquired, hauling his luggage.

“Maybe. It’ll be close. We’ll make our recreations brief, and I’ll give a quick salutations to Jövæk once we’re near the Övæðylavod mountains.” Dad jotted down on a piece of paper.

“One of your brothers-in-arms?” Hrafnir grunted from hoisting the luggage into a carriage.

“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to felicitate him for getting assigned to the Ivýafolðæð branch.”

“No way!” Dágfárik shouted in awe.

Dad turned to Dágfárik. “One of the youngest to earn that distinction.”

“Impressive,” Beta Kórmóksæn uttered as he appeared from the carriages. “Have you thought of the route to reach the capital, Alpha?”

Dad retrieved his map and pointed to it as I entered the same carriage as the new couple. “This one here. It’ll take us through Övalfsbæl Valley and near the mountains I mentioned earlier. We shouldn’t encounter any perils. Are you ready?”

“My portion is.”

Dad entered the driver’s seat in the leading carriage. “Then, let’s roll.”

We weren’t the only ones in the cavalcade. Vakörr, Manasína, Beta Kórmóksæn, and part of Álfsandur’s residences accompanied us. The weather was clear and halcyon, and the road was navigable despite the snow covering it, and dad took the lead, meaning the procession’s celerity was swift.

I was in a carriage near the front with my siblings and Ingileif. She and Rýnaki were in the phase that elevated their concupiscence, overwhelming their urges for rest. Honestly, who could blame them for being horny constantly? They just gained the privilege to legally procreate whenever and wherever they wanted and had access to every erotic technique, position, and toy available, and he rutted against her perfervidly. I imagined he agonizingly stewed in his hormones like a biddable Fenri instead of contumacious like I privily was.

“Faer, you’re so tight, Ingileif,” Rýnaki uttered as he sank his phallus into her muliebrity.

“And you’re so big, Rýnaki,” Ingileif responded, wincing amorously.

The new amatory dyad tied the knot frequently while the caravan transmigrated to the capital, torturing the other occupants with their hormones. It exploited every fugacious caesura, long rest, and ride to copulate if dad didn’t indubitably require it for assistance.

The caravan entered an area unique to Canir, Övalfsbæl Valley. Winter didn’t exist in this part of the nation despite being in a region notorious for having one of the worst brumal conditions. The verdure was lush and vibrant, zero traces of snow and ice and the air wasn’t as gelid as the land outside the bluffs. It was an asylum from the hiemal season for all the denizens, particularly those in the hyperborean territories. That could only lead to one datum- It was a chockablock of Fenri on vacation.

The carriages slowly rolled through the mist, weaving in between the pilose horde of families and other parties, and the window was open to the warm, fresh air. I noticed all the activities for them to partake go by: natural, misty pools, horseback riding, archery, a safer version of archery for launching projectiles at other Fenri, and more in addition to the latitudinarian attitude for public sex. Rýnaki and Ingileif were phrenetic, and he went outside when the caravan stopped.

“Hey, dad, can we rest here for a couple of days,” I heard Rýnaki inquire.

“I don’t know,” dad answered vacillatingly.

“Please,” Rýnaki drawled out like an agog pup.

“We’ve made significant progress on our journey and haven’t had much of a comfortable night’s sleep,” mom added. “Two days of reposing and jollity wouldn’t stymie it at all.”

“Plus, Ingileif and I agreed to spend our honeymoon here after we completed our Mating Ceremony.”

I perceived a sonorous crack, followed by my mother’s voice. “Your body agrees with us too, Bráksy.”

“Alright,” dad huffed in capitulation. “I’ll rent some rooms.” He appeared in front of me seconds later. “We’re staying here for a couple days for some divertissement.”

“Hell yeah!” Lárus jovially responded, pantomiming a toast.

Fortune favored me by giving me a commodious, palatial room with Lárus and Róstran. Best of all, the only bed inside was sufficiently spacious for us. I dropped my luggage and plopped onto the bed, sinking into the pillowy depths.

“You two gotta try this bed,” I uttered directly into the quaggy mattress, sensing another body sit on it.

“Oh wow!” Róstran drawled out beatifically. “This is paradisiacal.”

“Faer be damned,” Lárus enunciated similarly to Róstran after sinking into the bed. “This gives my bed a run for its money.”

“Ditto,” I replied while face-down.

“My sentiments coincides with yours, Lárus,” Róstran spoke.

“Anybody want to add the first activity to our itinerary?” Lárus inquired.

“Fucking,” I vociferated immediately.

“Didn’t expect it that fast, but I have no qualms whatsoever,” Lárus responded, thumping his tail.

I lifted my head from the mattress. “You and Róstran must’ve begrudgingly stewed like I had from Rýnaki penetrating Ingileif.”

Róstran snorted. “That’s a litotes.”

Lárus nodded. “Yes, although we should wait for everyone else to occupy themselves before we proceed.”

Speaking of Salföðgrí, Rýnaki opened the door, revealing his naked body and erect penis. “I’m heading to a hot spring with the rest of the family. Want to join us?”

“In a few minutes, Rýnaki,” Lárus answered. “We’re planning on snagging some sleep. Then, we’ll join you.”

“Fair enough. These beds here are spectacular.” Rýnaki began shutting the door. “You can find us there when you wake up.”

We sat in silence after the door shut, agonizingly waiting for a few minutes to obviate any inadvertent cock-blocks. A moiety of myself had trepidations about Rýnaki surmising our secret. Lárus went to the window. My heart raced faster with expectancy for his signal, and my muliebrity lusted for it too. I surreptitiously eyed his and Róstran’s junk.

“I see everyone entering the hot spring right now,” Lárus spoke. “We have time now.”

“Thank Faer,” I gutturally drawled out, prostrating on the bed. “Which one of you wants to stick your penis in me first?”

“Want first dibs, Róstran?” Lárus inquired, denuding his shirt.

“Sure, if you wish, Lárus.” Róstran responded, throwing his pants and panties aside.

Lárus exuviated his remaining habiliments. “Go for it.” He plopped on the bed, stroking his sheath.

I peeled off my shirt, tossed my bra away, and started to pull my trousers down my legs when Róstran crawled on top of me. His gargantuan boner prodded my entrance, sending ecstatic tremors up my spine despite the silky barrier blocking it. I uncovered my pussy and parted my nether lips, inviting him with a grin. My head went backwards as his fleshy claymore slowly infixed itself, savoring the fill. The liquid essence of arousal agglutinated my panties to my groin. I exhaled audibly when he abruptly hilted himself to my cunt, feeling fortunate for not having someone calamitous close by to eavesdrop us.

“Very assertive, Róstran,” I extolled, wagging the free part of my tail.

Róstran became bashful, and his cheeks were roseate. “Sorry.”

I chuckled at his idiosyncrasy and placed his hands on my breasts. “Don’t be. I can handle it.”

The bed jostled as Róstran steadily slid his cock in and out of my vagina. He took my unspoken request to heart. My mammillae received the same vigor. The stimulus from them commixed with the euphoric signals from my inguinal region, leaving me palsied. I had enough control to beam at him when he incessantly and solicitously glanced at my visage, aided by the rapture.

Lárus was transfixed at the mating, firmly stroking his erect penis with both hands. It gradually slowed to a standstill.

“Enjoying the show, Lárus?” I huffed.

“Oh yeah,” Lárus responded while nodding. “Is it the one that requires audience’s participation though?”

“Mmm… perhaps.” I beckoned my brother with a finger.

“Don’t mind if I oblige.”

Lárus planted his fundament and testicles on my face, inundating my snout with his musky odor. The scent became a sapor as my tongue swirled around his pink ring. I felt his penis between my bosoms. Róstran pressed them on the meaty spear as it slid back and forth. I noticed Róstran bend forward, followed by audible slurps. My connate brother arched his head upward and sighed rhapsodically.

“Your mouth feels like paradise, Róstran,” Lárus uttered, tilting his head at me. “Of course, yours is also heavenly, sis.” We gave him a thumbs up.

I licked my twin sibling’s gonads and went deep inside his anus with my tongue. The friction created heat on my chest. I perceived his familiar growls as he worked his libido up. He had time left before shooting his seed. I sensed my climax would arrive before he ejaculated. However, Róstran approached his crescendo at an identical celerity to my speed.

I patted Lárus’s posterior so he could provide me some room to speak. “Ok, Róstran. Now’s the time to cum in my ass.”

Róstran surceased his perforations. “Alright, Kaera.” He was back in business one expeditious adjustment later.

I winced instinctively from the burn in my rear although I was acclimated to taking phalluses there without much lubricant. Róstran behaved like a rabbit and held my hips for stability. I pressed my breasts against Lárus cock and massaged it with them, waiting for Lárus to hump them. Lárus had another druthers instead, hopping off my physiognomy. Soon, my consanguineous sibling had my shoulders and began spinning me around.

“Turn her to your right, Róstran,” Lárus commanded while gesticulating.

My head dangled off the bed, perfectly leveled with Lárus’s dick. I had enough circumspection to inhale deeply when he forced my mouth open. I tasted his essence and maleness as it went straight down my throat, and Lárus clasped his metacarpi around my neck.. Both he and Róstran savagely treated me like a slaughtered spinning around a fire at Carnivorous Hangout. The mental residuums of the night I unwillingly lost my virginity percolated from my subconscious. Yet my credence for the siblings kept the memories’ incursion from progressing further.

I hugged Lárus’s rump and stymied to urge to gag. I impelled him to move forward so the tufts of his pubic fur touch my nostrils. The masculine scent deliquesced my sinew. My treatment got me nearer to my orgasm. I sensed my nectar imbue to the bedsheet and my panties. I moaned jocundly when Róstran knotted and ejaculated inside my rectum, but the dam still held within me.

Róstran provided the catalyst for the jubilant rush of ecstasy inside my body by touching my clitoris perfervidly. I briefly had a blackout and regained consciousness in time to feel him discharge the last of his sperm into my anal passage. The vibrations from my vocals must’ve accelerated Lárus’s climax. Lárus sharply backed out of my mouth, giving me precious seconds to resupply my lungs. Then, Lárus puissantly shoved his manhood back down my throat, and his knot firmly hilted himself to my countenance, his semen flowing to my stomach where it augmented my tumid omphalos.

I insufflated deeply minutes later and coughed on the lingering cum in my mouth. “Time for the main course, Lárus.”

“My sentiments exactly, Kaera,” Lárus responded, grinning. I returned to my previous position and underwent the pleasure of him filling my intimate spot. He appeared astonished at Róstran. “Fucking Faer, Róstran. I can feel your battering ram in her ass with my cock, and it’s also making her pussy tighter than when I fucked her for the first time.”

“Thanks,” Róstran stammered diffidently.

Lárus chuckled audibly while I guffawed internally. “You’re still so bashful whenever Kaera or me praises your cock.”

“Sorry. It’s weird to receive candid extolments about my penis or my physique in general instead of contumelies.”

Lárus looked at me, and we glanced at Róstran. “And we prefer you not radically metamorphose your reaction to those praises,” I spoke.

I was in a constant, satiated state of having two shafts in my nether region as Lárus plowed me charily and amorously. Our bare limbs intertwined to form one romantic mass like we saw our parents perform occasionally, Rýnaki and Ingileif becoming an amatory dyad, or from Klaryse and Jysen in the lascivious books. His eyes and osculations sucked my attention. We were almost in our own world. I had the persistent feeling of Róstran’s humongous penis infixed to my anus.

My eyes briefly darted to my paunch, and I remained stupefied at how Róstran’s virility was among those at the zenith for Direfenri. His output made me appear like a gravid individual as usual, but I couldn’t discern the protuberance from Lárus’s penis. I felt Lárus repeatedly poke my uterus and stimulate my inner walls, and his vitality turned me into a merry mess. If I didn’t sense his penis and watch him shove it in, then it was like he took his sweet time before commencing the current round.

Róstran did his best to caress my erogenous zones and be more a part of the pilose pile. My only requital was scratching his head for a minute before refocusing on Lárus. The blatant heterogeneity in our height limited the ways in my repertoire to include him, and a pygmy portion of me believed someone his size would be a suitable paramour for him. My attention turned towards my brother exponentially when his prognostics indicators of eructing salty cream manifested.

“Kaera, I’m close,” Lárus stammered and grunted.

“Fill my cunt, Lárus” I commanded.

“Why can Lárus ejaculate in your vagina but I’m relegated to your rectum?” Róstran bellyached.

I tilted my head at the runt. “Because he mastered it without knotting me while you’re an abecedarian at it.” I wanted my brother to be the first to officially mate me when we devised a plan to liberate ourselves from the ukases. I intended of preserving that honor for Lárus despite having the ability to obfuscate any signs of tying the knot to Róstran or any masculine Fenri.

“Will you be my pedagogue, then?”

I glanced at my cognate kin for several seconds before receiving an aphonic affirmative. “Sure. But first,” I stared straight at Lárus, “cum inside me.”

“As you wish,” Lárus replied, howling orgasmically almost simultaneously.

The virile surge aggrandized my already turgid belly beyond my conception. I surmised that me being enceinte with max pups and they were dilatory at triggering my parturition wouldn’t come close to the pool Lárus’s semen and Róstran’s sperm. Fortunately, the coeval timing of my siblings pulling their penises out led to the tuberosity’s rapid decline.

“Ok, Róstran, you want to leave your semen in my womb?” I catechized, and Róstran nodded affirmatively. “Then prostrate yourself and hand the reins to me.”

Róstran sent a moiety of irascibility at me as he saw where I directed his penis to. “Again with your anus?”

I stopped just short of taking the runt’s disparately huge cock in my backdoor. “Initially yes. Otherwise, the tenderfoot inside you risks us becoming a couple under Faer’s eyes prematurely.”

“Understood.”

The pecker did less pain the second time it entered my taint. “I promise the tutoring won’t be long.”

My method for teaching Róstran would follow the exact path I developed with Lárus. I proceed at the usual pace for when I was the dominant role. I did everything I knew he found pleasurable to placate his attitude for taking my ass instead of my pussy. My rear rolled on him with most of his penis inside me. I gave his testicles some squeezes. I even indulged his masochistic side a smidgen by holding him close to my naked chest so I could bite him.

Lárus understood the staidness behind the tutelage and forwent in making it a threesome. I needed all of Róstran’s stimulation to emanate from me to control when Róstran ejaculated, and he could divert my full attention away from the runt by copulating with me again synchronously.

The treats did their magic, and I entered the climacteric stage in the teaching. Róstran behaved erratically like typical. I slowed the downward thrusts, and assumed a more predominant mode, severely admonishing his instinctual desire to buck his hips sharply upward enough to tie the knot. The bulbous portion inflated fully, but the jeopardy was inveterate as I frequently and slowly thrust downward, relinquishing more of my omnipotence to him at the same speed. I noticed his desperate attempt to stuff me with spunk.

“Resist,” I ordered Róstran, baring my laniaries.

“I’m trying, Kaera,” Róstran replied earnestly. “But your ass feels stupendous.”

“Try harder. My cunt will only exacerbate your carnal desires.”

I sensed Róstran try his best at obeying my command though he had the same arduousness Lárus encountered. I learned a trick while teaching Lárus, employing it with Róstran. The scrawny Direfenri bucked his upward, and I held onto his knot just at my sphincter, squeezing his maleness rhythmically to mimic my snatch.

“Fuck!” Róstran vociferated. “Here I cum.” My stomach distended from the spunk flooding inside my tail-hole, but I could easily slide vertically on his penis. “What did you do just now?” He inquired once he got through his climax.

“I tricked your instincts into believing you successfully tied yourself to me.” I lifted myself up a smidgen, revealing the exposed knot. “Obviously, that’s not the case.”

“Did I do well?”

I sank onto his knot. “Not as much as you could have.”

Róstran flattened his ears crestfallenly. “So, I’m a failure.”

“Not exactly either. You lasted longer than Lárus before I had to deploy the trick.”

“Can we use it from now on?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Why?” Róstran drawled out his whine.

“Because not knotting me to cum is more significant than maintaining chastities. It’s about mastering your primal lust and not have it subjugate you. I got it from one of the wanton books Lárus gave to me, but I took liberty in modifying the quote. I’ll deploy the technique when necessary. However, don’t heavily rely it as a crutch as I’ll wane the usage drastically.”

Róstran became decumbent. “At least I satiated myself on sex for awhile. I want to see what this place has to offer.”

I glanced at my backdoor, observing the steady trickle of cum oozing out. “Not until you clean up your mess.” I actually felt two tongues on my anus lapping up the giant reservoir of cum still inside my anus.

We discovered some Káyüts gathering bedsheets from the vacant rooms while reuniting with our family , so we buried our sex-infused blankets in the pile and stealthily exchanged them with fresh sets. Then, we easily found everyone hanging out at a hot spring, and Lárus and I jumped in without a single raiment on. Rýnaki, Hrafnir, and dad, were procumbent and dangling their feet in the water. Their wives were on top of them, and there was the vinculum between their genitalia.

Initially, we swam, jumped off cliffs, and slid down natural slides until we exhausted ourselves. Once I was enervated, I swam to the males and their conjoined wives, and dad just received the latest newspaper to read while waiting for his knot to shrink.

“Interesting,” dad uttered, straightening the paper.

“What is it, Bráksy?” Mom inquired.

“There’s a huge list of Fenri vying to be the one to mate Prime Álköveik’s daughter, and lots of them are renowned throughout Canir. Íkamæn. Þórbjorð.” Dad furrowed his eyebrows. “Kellam.” I noticed mom’s ears twitch.

Hrafnir perked up. “Þórbjorð will be there? Let me see!” Dad handed him the paper, and he immediately scoured it. “No way!”

“I know the list is severely incomplete,” mom articulated.

Dad rubbed her hips. “Oh? How so?”

Mom tilted her head at her husband. “You’re not in it.”

“Hah!” Dad barked joyfully. “I suppose so although I’m quite content to stay where I am.”

“How magnanimous of you to give everyone a shot, dad,” Rýnaki uttered after knotting Ingileif.

“There are plenty of others that can match me, son.”

Rýnaki embraced his wife, basking in the afterglow. “But hardly any have the accolades you possess.”

“The greatest of warriors are the most humble of ones. Best you learn it fast.”

Hrafnir folded the paper down. “Still humble enough to wager a bet, dad?” He turned to his brother. “And you, Rýnaki? I’m thinking forty as the number”

“Fuck, yeah!” Rýnaki answered.

“I’m down,” Dad replied. “Who do you place your money on, Hrafnir?”

“Þórbjorð for sure,” Hrafnir replied, tossing the paper to his sibling.

Rýnaki caught the newspaper and briefly read it. “Ditto.”

Dad wagged his fingers. “That’s not how we do it in this family, Rýnaki”

“Come on!” Rýnaki demurred. “Fine,” he grumbled, “I’ll pick Jærvmi.”

“As much as it pains me so, I say Íkamæn has it in the bags.” Dad shook his scions’ hands to seal the wager.

Mom turned to her spouse suddenly. “Something must still be eating you, and it ain’t me.”

Dad appeared astonished at her. “You picked up on that sigh?”

“I know you well-enough to know something didn’t settle with you since you started reading the newspaper.”

“Perhaps I’m just a paranoid individual, but I’m anxious how this event will turn out. As much as I find Prime Álköveik to be a wise individual, he is a damn ignoramus for putting us in this novel situation, and the Darkened Seven is approaching. I supplicate that our country turns out for the better when Ilmur has sex with the victor.”

Mom grinned as she groped dad’s balls. “That’s a valid concern, but there’s a time and a place to place your worries aside and relish some merriment instead, and that time is now while we’re still here.”

“Ahh,” dad drawled. “You’re right. I should have entertainment while I still can. I know the next leg won’t provide any of us some dissipation.”