
Chapter 53: In All of His Glory

(Jukush 14th, Year 666 of the 4th Age)

Hvanbygg and Kristvöltí were known by many nomenclatures describing them as one city but split personalities, and I saw why. On the outside, they appeared one symmetrical, homologous settlement with a river dividing it in half. The two promontories towering aloft added to the equipoise in appearance. The nearly identical edifices would thwart my sense of direction if I roamed the streets alone as dad led the caravan to the palace. Two incongruities existed within them. The latter had a gravitational pull for the destitute citizens. A sketchy mien cloaked this side of the river while the sister city was posh, clean, and magniloquent. The streets transitioned from filthy to pristine despite both halves having invariable population.

Speaking of population, the streets were chockablock of fur, stymieing the caravan’s celerity. Dad stopped it frequently, checking at every inn and tavern for rooms. Every rejection gradually vitiated his mood towards fractious. I perceived him cantankerously grumbled about how he surprisingly preferred the old cities.

Dad ended the tour at the palatial building meant for the most prominent and venerated individual currently in the whole nation. No edifice I visited came close to this majestic structure. Vakörr expatiated to deaf ears about its history from the progenitor in a different age through those that added subtle intricacies to it. I beheld the visage of Faer staring at us above the entranced, perfectly carved into the marble.

Prime Álköveik appeared like a minnow underneath the entrance’s arch as he appeared. He was naked aside from the thick, pilose cape dragging on the floor as he walked down the stairs. Dad entered his embrace, receiving fugacious pecks on his cheeks. His age and status of being almost a superannuated Alpha Prime didn’t diminish his sinew, and he lifted him off the ground despite his smaller stature.

“Woah!” Dad gasped from the hug, his eyes bulging out of his eyes, and his physique cracked.. “Still living up to the Iron Titan sobriquet.”

“It’s great to see you again, Battleborn.” Prime Álköveik lowered and released dad, and dad insufflated his lungs. “I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.” He scanned me and the party as we vacated the carriages. “Where’s Tandri?”

“His fettle is deteriorating rapidly. He’s one of the heartiest and mercurial Fenri I had the pleasure of being his friend and brother-in-arm, but I’m dreading the day when I must give my final farewell is upcoming expeditiously, and I apologize for the tardiness. Family obligations, some of which involved recreation and relaxation, weather, and monsters, and other setbacks got in the way.”

The Alpha Prime raised his eyebrows. “Near Álfsandur?”

“Övæðylavod mountains closer to Övalfsbæl Valley actually.” Dad gesticulated to me and the group. “Drágies ambushed us.”

The Alpha Prime nodded and appeared solemn. “I’ve heard reports of their sudden, queer behavior, so I sent Jövæk and his squad there. Sorry you got involved.”

“Good call.” Dad’s expression turned even more lugubrious than the leader. “Unfortunately, he paid the ultimate price. He now rests there.”

A howl escaped Álköveik’s throat, and his ears flattened. “He was a fine Fenri and soldier. He’ll be greatly missed. Where is his next of kin?”

“Övulkæt, last I heard.”

I watched Álköveik wipe his eyes. “I’ll head over there after my daughter has sex with the victor.”

Everybody turned towards the sound of a rollicking crowd nearby before dad and the Alpha resumed the talk. My concupiscence gradually increased, so I wished he would surcease the colloquy and find vacant rooms fast. “If you don’t mind, Prime Álköveik, I recommend increased presence of troops near the mountains. I fear the drágies are worse than you prognosticate.”

I sighed internally while the Alpha Prime nodded. “I’ll interdict any travel around that region too until the threat subsides.” He also suspired but with melancholy. “A damn shame their peaceful and eremitic natures aren’t there anymore. I surmise the ominous moon perverted them somehow.”

“I suspect you’re correct, Prime Álköveik.” Another roar nearby paused the dialogue. “Is the tournament here?”

“Indeed, Alpha Brákfur. The palace has the space for it.”

I impatiently tapped my fingers. A tiny fragment fugaciously contemplated on taking my brother’s penis right in front of everyone. “What did I miss?” Dad inquired.

“Have you found any rooms, yet?” Prime Álköveik catechized coevally with him. He repeated the question when dad gave him the lead.

Dad shook his head.“Not so far. Every tavern and inn I encountered while coming here was a bust.”

“You can stay here along with your group.”

Dad looked stupefied while hope flourished within me. “That’s too magnanimous of you; I can’t accept it.”

The Alpha Prime maintained his amicable visage. “I have plenty of space, and every building outside the walls are brimming of Fenri from all over Canir. It’s also a direct order, my friend.”

Dad lowered his shoulders submissively. “In that case.” He turned to me and the rest of the party. “Unload the carriages; we’re staying here for the tournament.” Everyone, including me, was jubilant, and we were soon ready to follow him and the Alpha Prime.

Prime Álköveik raised a finger. “One more thing. Everyday while the tournament is ongoing will include a feast in the evening for the champions. Everybody is invited, and nudity is absolutely compulsory.” I saw Róstran mask his crestfallen countenance.

“Whoop! Whoop!” Manasína hollered jocundly.

“Noted.” Dad lifted his baggages and followed Prime Álköveik with us trailing them. “So, what did I miss?”

“Between two hundred and three hundred contestants vied for the one to mate Ilmur. The first day was a free-for-all until one hundred twenty-eight. That number whittled down to sixty-four. We’re halfway to reducing the pool to thirty-two, right now.”

“Any exciting news and upsets?”

We rounded a corner into another hallway containing statues of previous Alpha Primes, going back to the first Prime, Álgúrð Jarvænsæn. Most statues flaunted their erections and testicles. Prime Álköveik’s spouse walked toward us, and he and her exchanged amorous osculations on their lips. He told her about meeting her and their daughter at the arena right after showing us the rooms.

“Where were we?” The hirsute sovereign uttered after entering another hall.. “Oh yeah. You probably heard by now on who’s a popular favorite and bets on who will win. Well, those usual suspects didn’t disappoint at all with their adroitness with a blade, but Þjálfí, a youthful Direfenri near Kosüvain, is surprisingly amassing quite the fervor among the crowd.” Everyone followed him up the spiral staircase. “He scored a couple of upsets against Vakuð and Þórbjorð, knocking them out.”

Dad briefly paused his footsteps. “Impressive.” He quickly resumed, but the fugacious caesura catalyzed a reaction, resulting in several collisions.

“I say Kellam is the most vogue topic since his introduction.”

Dad and even mom had a long sudden pause and were forced to move from the backlog. “Are you sure your  decision to opening up your daughter and throne to the public is prudent? You can remain on it for several more years while siring a male heir with your wife. Once he’s mature enough to copulate with his future mate, you can step down. That way, the lineage won’t be in more jeopardy.”

Another pause ensued once we stepped off the stairs. A group of austere, masculine Fenri were on the verge of entering the stairwell, and I recognized one of them as dad’s begetter. A pugnacious atmosphere smothered out any friendly traces in the group. Thankfully, no fusillades of words occurred, and we went our separate ways.

“Believe me, Alpha Brákfur; Faer, my country, and my people are always omnipresent when he hands me cards to play with.” We finally entered the section containing guest rooms, and the Alpha Prime stopped and extended his hands towards them, waving them around slowly. “This is where you can rest while the tournament is on. You can relax until the feast tonight at six, and there’s a section in the dining room where amorous dyads can put on a show. The pair who consistently puts on the best performances will win some money.”

Mom grabbed onto dad’s left arm and sultrily licked her lips. “We’re so doing that, Bráksy. I want to rectify our previous attempt in Álfsandur,” she uttered while dragging him to a chamber.
Dad beamed at her suggestion while also caught off guard by her agog impetuosity. “Woah. Ok. We’ll do that.” He waved at Prime Álköveik while hopping on one foot as she dragooned him “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

The leader reciprocated the wave. “I’ll see you there also. I know several people who want to meet the Battleborn in the flesh, and don’t forget about being naked is absolutely mandatory unless you believe sexy habiliment will boost your chances of winning the prize. There’ll be a bell to give everyone a ten-minute warning for the wassail.”

Dad waved goodbye while fixated on mom, who pulled him into a room. “Appreciate the notice.”

“Alright, Brákfur. Time for you to wear that special attire,” mom uttered as she shut the door.

It became everyone for themselves in search of the most superlative room. We immediately got our bags swiftly scoured our options. My eagerness for rest and Lárus’s cock impelled my celerity, and I expeditiously found my temporary chamber and sighed with relief that I didn’t barge into Ilmur’s personal cell. I noticed where Lárus and Róstran claimed their territory before shutting the door. Rapid sounds of doors opening and closing aggrandized my alacrity. It had been nearly a week since I last fornicated with my connate husband-to-be surreptitiously, an eternity for any Direfenri or regular Fenri who were horny like me, and my estrus was in its early stages.

I exuviated my clothes while waiting for the opportunity for clandestine, incestuous sex, laying on the bed that could comfortably support approximately half of the whole caravan. I surmised every bedroom had that capacity, which was fine for couples with pups though inauspicious for covert coition.

I counted ten minutes between the sonance of individuals manipulating doors, resetting the process when I heard a fresh sound. The duration was agonizing, but I successfully reached the time limit since I last perceive a door shutting, and it came from far away. I peeked both ends of the hall and crept towards my brother’s room, knocking on it. The lack of response piqued my solicitousness, and I became confused when he wasn’t there. My only option and hope was he was with Róstran. I was assured when I beheld them on Róstran’s bed, and he was naked.

Róstran lived to his proclivity, and I noticed he had a doleful physiognomy, taking a second to presupposed the impetus. “Not ebullient about dinner?” I inquired sympathetically.

Róstran sniffed. “Yes.”

Lárus rubbed Róstran’s shoulders. “Been trying to elevate his spirits to no avail.”

“Any attempt will be otiose anyways.” Róstran started to snarl. “Why did he make attendance mandatory and nudity obligatory coetaneously?”

“Your postulation is as good as mine,” I answered.

“I had a predilection since my mother’s parturition, and my upbringing envenomed my self-confidence. Everybody will see me,” Róstran revealed some of his scars with disdain, “and these cicatrixes and adjudge me punitively.”

“And I told him they’ll marvel at his penis instead,” Lárus responded, gesticulating at Róstran’s inguinal region.

“He’s right, you know,” I added, getting an iota flustered from envisioning Róstran’s battering ram and beholding Lárus’s cock.

“They’ll be more enraptured by my disfigurements rather than my phallus,” Róstran retorted dismally.

“You don’t know that for certain,” I immediately countered.

Lárus’s eyes briefly lit up. “Our classmates in art class had thoughts about the latter rather than the former when I turned in the portrait of you and Kaera.” He shifted half of his attention at me. “By the way, I brought enough of my utensils to complete the current assignment in that class.”

Róstran slightly nodded once. “True, but this future convocation will have all the elite, and I don’t trust them. You also obfuscated my inveterate wounds.”

I saw my sibling exhibit his sign that he cogitated a scheme, stroking his chin. “What are you thinking, Lárus?”

“I may have an idea,” Lárus answered. “Is there anyone in the family you won’t mind being nude around besides Kaera and me?”

“Hrafnir, our parents, and maybe Rýnaki,” Róstran answered.

“We can start with them to gradually build your confidence and request their assistance for the main event. Hopefully at least one of us will be nearby and within your eyesight to ease your jitteriness.”

“You forgot I get erections in social situations.”

Lárus phlegmatically shrugged. “You’ve seen plenty of boners by now to know they’re not that serious to flaunt around a bit in public.”

“Yeah, if he is part of a hackneyed pair, which we haven’t maturate enough to have our Mating Ceremonies.”

“That’s what our potions are for.” Lárus flashed a toothy, shit-eating smirk. “But you know a much better way to relieve it and have access to right now. I’ll tend to your erection to keep it at bay, but I’ll do something special for you after you successfully last the whole feast later tonight.”

Róstran became silent though his rubicund cheeks did the talking. “Are you talking licit perforations with our penises to each other in addition to Kaera?”

Lárus scratched under his chin. “Something along those lines.” Róstran ferociously removed his clothes in one burst like he believed there wouldn’t be another opening to do so, and we nodded approvingly at him. “Then it’s settled.”

We left Róstran’s room and headed to the nearest chamber, which happened to be Hrafnir. Róstran was excitedly flustered by being naked with us in the hallway, and he didn’t cover his genitalia, meaning anyone could witness his full glory. We knocked and heard him giving his imprimatur to enter from far into his room.

Hrafnir had leather clothing and harness on. The only raiment that wasn’t leather was his jockstrap. His wife was destitute of vestments and undergarments aside from a reticulation of rope all over her, suspending her and hogtying her limbs behind her back. We heard primal collisions from his testicles and muffled moans from her gagged mouth. The smell of sex infiltrated my nostrils and bestirred my heat.

Hrafnir turned to us while vigorously bruising Æsignís’s nether region, changing his domineering expression to a more neutral “Anything I can help?”

“Kaera and I are helping Róstran getting used to being naked in public for dinner tonight, and he requested you to be one of the firsts,” Lárus answered.

Hrafnir beamed and retarded his thrusts to an abeyance. “Glad to hear you’re facing your consternation about being nude in public, and I’m flattered you extoll our relationship, Róstran.” He pulled his erect dick out of his wife’s cunt and left her swaying while ambulating closer, taking a sudden interregnum. “Wow.”

“Well?” Róstran inquired bashfully, swinging his hips. His hands were abaft, not obfuscating his rapidly growing endowment.

“Stupendous body, Róstran, and your penis.” Hrafnir suddenly began coughing while flabbergasted. Róstran was at full mast except for his knot in his sheath. “Excuse me.” He did his to maintain his equanimity, but he continued exuding dumbfounded energy. “Wow. Just… wow.” I secretly concurred his sentiment about Róstran’s ineffable prick. “Mind if I get a closer inspection?” He looked at Lárus, who also proudly was fully erect. “And with you, too, Lárus.”

Lárus shrugged insouciantly. “Sure.”

“I accede your request,” Róstran stammered fervidly.

Hrafnir huddled around Lárus and Róstran, and I witnessed him pressing the penises together. He got more astonished, and I was, too, and also oversexed. “Faer be damned, Róstran. That’s the largest cock I’ve seen and handled. It puts mine to shame. I bet you feel jealous, Lárus.”

“Initially,” Lárus retorted.

“And the knot’s not even out yet, and your testicles!” Hrafnir attempted to do a better comparison of their balls, but Æsignís interrupted them with her muffled voice. I saw her aroused vagina driveling long strands of nectar. “You want to see also, love?” She responded affirmatively, and he spun her around and looked at me. “Can you hold her in place, Kaera?”

“Of course,” I answered, while switching spots. The scent from her arousal bothered my libidinous appetite.

Hrafnir went back and held his pecker and Róstran’s prick together, and the adjoining proximity of their gonads epitomized the contrariety of them in Róstran’s favor. “What do you think, Æsignís?”

“Mmmfmfmfmfmf,” Æsignís uttered. She rapidly, approvingly, and frenetically shook her head immediately after.

“I say you have her laudation, Róstran,” Hrafnir uttered, grinning.

“Any adjuncts you want to add?” Róstran catechized, blushing.

Hrafnir released his hold on his and Róstran’s phalluses. “No. I don’t believe I do. You have a terrific body.”

“Even if it’s a little too svelte?”

Hrafnir shrugged. “So what if your body is scrawny. Not every Fenri in Canir has to be suited for crushing boulders into dust with their bare hands. You have unique talents and shouldn’t conform to the standard. We need people who can solve multiple dynamic variables on the fly.”

“Thanks.” All the melodrama cajoled Róstran’s knot out of his pilose hillock.

Hrafnir patted Róstran on his shoulder. “Anytime, and don’t vacillate on being nude around Æsignís and I more often. Is there anything else I can do?”

“We’re good,” I answered, heading to the door as Lárus opened it. “We’ll let you and Æsignís finish your plan for putting on a show tonight.”

Hrafnir shook his dumfounded head from staring at Róstran’s substantive length, taking a few seconds before nodding. “Tell father and younger brother to capitulate right now.”

“I’m sure you know their responses,” Lárus replied, holding the door. I got an adequate view of Hrafnir dominating his wife before he shut it.

Róstran’s hulking log bounced around as we transmigrated to our parents room, extravasating precum onto the floor. A couple of servants appeared in front of us and ambulated our way. Both paused when we got closer. I sensed their gazes after we walked past them, safely conjecturing Róstran was the cynosure. He was agitated though it was the titillating side, taking rapid breaths.

“Too much?” Lárus and I uttered synchronally.

“Remarkably, nil,” Róstran answered.

My ears twitched, perceiving the servants. “It helps to know they lauded you.”

Róstran took a deep breath. “Noted.”

Lárus knocked on the door, getting quietude as a reaction, so he opened it. “Hello?”

Mom’s head and exposed breasts poked out of an adjuvant room, licking semen off her lips. “Yes, Lárus.” Her eyes instantly widened.

“Róstran is working up the courage to spend the whole feast in the buff and is wanting to show himself to you and dad.”

“We’ll be delighted to. Give us a minute.” She dematerializing behind the entranceway, reappearing with the leash attached to dad’s collar in her hand. They wore only jockstraps. Hers was the wonted, masculine version, and his was the lacy, epicene version, and she whistled. “Faer be damned.”

Dad grinned warmly. “I’m mirthful you’re combating your solicitude of being more casually nude in public more often.” He stuck his thumb out and gesticulated at mom. “I concur with your mother. Faer be damned.”

“Look at the log between his legs.”

“I see it. I need both hands to handle a penis like that.”

Our parents hugged Róstran. Judging by their facial expression, I suspected they were solicitous about his scars and wondered if he noticed them. Dad got his dick out of his effeminate jockstrap, comparing the endowments.

“You’re turning into such a fine Fenri, Róstran,” Dad enunciated, his eyes wandering to his groin. “I hope you’re taking your potion for your boner.”

“I am, dad,” Róstran replied. His roseate cheeks got redder as his cock bumped against dad’s penis. “It’s just this experience is titillating at the moment.”

“Understandable.”

Mom bent down and wrapped her hands around Róstran’s cock and her scion’s pecker with their permissions, sliding across their lengths. Her jaw dropped at how early Róstran’s girth increased. She stretched her fingers, straining them until she finished touching Lárus and had a free hand. “Holy shit.” The circumference returned to its prodigious status when she got near his knot. Her stupefied state elongated the time she spent touching his dong.

“You think you can handle a cock that long and thick if it was legal, honey?” Dad inquired, exposing his teeth while beaming.

Mom turned her head at her mate, maintaining her hold on Róstran’s fleshy claymore. “I know it’s possible for me to tackle one, but you’re such a husky stud that I would never pick anyone else.” She returned to the endowment in her hands, adding his testicles. “To think I would encounter this, again, but in a smaller frame.”

“Sorry, mom,” Róstran articulated, excitedly flustered instead of being timorous from the stimulation on his genitalia.

“I mean no superciliousness, Róstran. You’re as identic of a stud as your father, Lárus, and other prestigious Fenri.” Mom’s arousal spiked as a glob of precum formed in front of her eyes.

Róstran exhibited subtle signs of an upcoming orgasm. “Anything else about my physique?”

“I’m aware of what you went through, and seeing those disfigurements just…” Mom released Róstran’s genitals and embraced him. “Don’t let them define you. You’re better than what they say. Ok?”

“Yes, mom.”

Mom surceased the hug and stood up, looking at me and Lárus. “I’m glad you two are amenable to flourishing Róstran into a gregarious Fenri and how much he has improved so far. I see he trusts you two the most, so I supplicate to Faer that no abuse comes to the bond between you three. Is there anything else?”

“No. Thanks for your input.” Lárus turned the door inward. “We’ll leave you and dad to practice for dinner tonight.” He was about to be the last one to leave, but he paused for a second. “Interesting attire you’re wearing, mom.”

Mom looked at her manly jockstrap. “It’s surprisingly more comfortable than I prognosticated; I may add it to spice up the copulation between your father and me.”

“Bye,” I said together with my siblings before Lárus shut the door.

There was a trickle of occupants vacating rooms and heading towards what I presumed was supper. Some were blatantly prepared for the lascivious contest. A few had the pleasure of inflaming Róstran’s kink. None had any obloquies toward him when we arrived at the final dyad he wanted to visit.

Manasína opened the door and bolted out of the room right as we got there and almost collided into me, jumping in fright. “God damn, you three. You consternated me.” She was nude, and her pussy appeared moist and aroused. It wasn’t long for her to notice the giant in the room. “Holy fuck, Róstran! You were adumbrating that the entire time?”

“Yeah,” Róstran meekly drawled, shifting his feet.

“Lárus and I were taking him to see your sister and Rýnaki,” I spoke, observing Manasína breathing heavily with such avidity.

She pointed behind her. “They’re still in there, and there’s a chance the vinculum exists among their genitalia right now.” She skipped down the hall. “I’ll see you at the jollification tonight. It’s going to be quite the bacchanal.”

Ingileif was the next person at the door, and she was tied to her mate. “Hi,” Ingileif uttered. “Is it time for dinner already?” She and Rýnaki appeared astonished when their eyes gravitated to Róstran’s genitals. “Fucking Faer,” she susurrate.

“Not quite yet” I answered. “Lárus and I are helping Róstran get comfortable with being nude for dinner tonight, and he wanted you two to be one of the firsts to see him.”

“Holy shit, Róstran!” Rýnaki exclaimed. “Looks like you’re packing quite the heat down there!”

Róstran blushed, swaying side to side. “What do you think?”

“Dude, why do you hide that body and cock behind clothes?” Rýnaki asked passionately. “Everybody’s missing out! I didn’t know penises can get that huge, and thought Lárus had the biggest penis, but you proved me wrong majorly! Are you actually a Fenri?”

“Direfenri, specifically.”

“Looked at those veins,” Ingileif added, pointing at them. “And you’re not light-headed, Róstran?”

Róstran shrugged, taken aback by the question. “No. All the blood rushing down there isn’t making me vertiginous.”

“Wow.”

I watched Rýnaki escort his wife to the bed, getting an unobstructed view of his light blue bra and panties. “Nice underwear, Rýnaki.”

“Thanks. Ingileif bought them for me from one of mom’s friends.” Rýnaki grunted from pulling out of her vagina and releasing the sperm within her. The front side revealed his underwear was crotchless, and he got closer to Róstran and Lárus, kneeling in front of them. “Hope you don’t mind me asking if I can touch your genitalia for a bit for better comparisons.”

“I don’t mind,” Lárus responded with a pococurante gesture.

The roseate cheeks returned on Róstran. “Mom and Hrafnir had their turns, so go for it.”

Rýnaki exuberantly rubbed his hands. “Resplendent.” He swiftly exerted his metacarpi onto the gonads and phalluses. “Damn. I severely deprecated your manhood, Róstran.”

“It’s alright.”

Rýnaki oohed and awed while handling the dyad of cocks and gonads, and I sat with his spouse. I was getting so horny from observing gay sex with three males that I cogitated the idea of furtive masturbation. I needed my brother’s cock in my twat and jizz in my womb, which the chance for one wouldn’t come for a few more hours at least. He was engrossed with fondling the testes and pressing them together. Lárus and Róstran went all the way with me. Ingileif shoved her digits into her snatch and licked the cum off. With those in mind, I slowly and surreptitiously rubbed my folds.

Faer should fucking objurgate my kismet to the deepest bowels of Salföðgrí’s Realm for letting Lárus and Róstran ejaculate over Rýnaki. He showered under the viscid, salty deluge, and they had the reserves to each bukkake an individual solo, though the latter had the advantage.

“What the?” Rýnaki sputtered, holding the testicles together. “You have this much semen and more in your balls, Róstran.” His answer was Róstran’s euphoric howls and additional Direfenri spunk. In the end, he appeared to survive a bukkake session that lasted for a week. His frame, bra, and panties were mostly white, and he extended his arms while inspecting the aftermath. “I guess a quick shower and change of underwear is in order.”

“Apologies, Rýnaki,” Róstran responded, huffing rapturously.

“Don’t fret about it. Ingileif bought me more panties to wear though zero bras to accompany them. They’ll still suffice for tonight.” A bell sonorously rang in the distance although it sounded so close. “Which happens to be in ten minutes.”