Chapter 61: Just Us Siblings.

Lárus threw Róstran on the bed. I followed him. We launched our assault on Róstran’s genitalia, and Róstran was jubilant on receiving significant stimulation after enduring a near-constant edging from peacocking our bodies in multifarious underwear. He went for the beast of a penis while I targeted the testicles the size of boulders. One gonad was more than sufficient for me to safely encapsulate in my mouth. I observed him take nip Róstran’s penis while I cradle it on my tongue. He left me in a drought as he licked the precum and nipped him again to produce more.

I beheld Lárus slowly denuding Róstran’s lingerie while we fellated Róstran. He worked on the top half while I operated on the bottom portion. The garter straps and belt were the first to go. The gloves flew from his influenceI looked at Róstran dead in the eye as I slowly pulled each stocking off. Róstran hardly put up an intransigence because of the blowjob, and I infixed a couple of digits into Róstran’s anus. A string critical to wearing the corset landed and tickled my nose.I worked more vigorously on the prostate to make Róstran biddable for him when he encountered trouble removing the lingerie top. The sinew evanesced to where he manipulated him, and I shook the intricate underwear off my head. I tugged the pouch with my cuspids and removed the girly jockstrap the rest of the way with my hands.

Lárus escalated to slurps and was superb to where Róstran took over. His head remained in place while Róstran did all the work, His cheeks puffed up and became red, the tears materialized, and his hands scrambled from the sudden seizure of authority. It was fugacious. Before he knew it, Róstran knotted him and dumped his multitudinous litters.

Róstran blithely road through the rapture and afterglow before deja vu struck some senses back into. “Oh Faer, Lárus. I didn’t intend to be corybantic and ingeminate what I did to Rýnaki to you.”

I watched Lárus affably rubbed Róstran’s head. “Better get comfortable, Lárus. You’re gonna be there for a while,” I spoke. “At least one of the potions Róstran took, the one that maintains our chastities by preventing the knots from inflating, shortens the duration by at least half.”

I ruminated on improvisations while Róstran’s penis was unavailable. Lárus was one step ahead of me. He carefully shifted his body until his endowment dangled over Róstran’s countenance. Róstran took the bait. His entire body had a tremor, convulsing harder when Róstran took all of his penis and inhaled his musky balls’ scent deeply.

Róstran massaged my twin sibling’s gonads and pulled the pecker out. “Your testes are so full still.” He lifted and dropped them repeatedly. “They distend that much after ejaculating superabundantly plenty of times today.” Thank Faer for Fenri’s Heat.

Lárus was taciturn and relaxed, fondling Róstran’s virile dyad, and I acted as a translator. “I’m cocksure that Lárus is telling you that you have more in reserve than he does.” I leaned closer to Róstran and susurrate his ears while massaging my brother’s orbs. “And virtually every drop of his cum is for you.”

I watched Róstran suck the phallus with vigor and massage my brother’s glutes. Lárus gently moved his hips, thrusting down his throat. I licked his nipples and scratched any accessible parts on Róstran’s body. I took in every detail of Lárus’s gonads for any sign I could proceed to the next stage of the master plan. A thought percolated to the top of my brain. Lárus had no means of escaping, and I was munificent to not have Róstran’s shaft lock him for an extended period.

I tested the tightness on Lárus’s anus, concluding instantly it needed a slow approach before adding my impromptu plan. I lubed it up first with my tongue and saliva. My snout got a full whiff of crack when he responded receptively. My eyes darted all over the room without breaking the rimjob, looking for any oleaginous liquids I could see within reach. One was in my peripheral vision but out of my reach. Róstran was, so I tapped the runt repeatedly until he looked at me while suckling Lárus’s penis. I pointed at the vial, and Róstran caught on and gave it to me.

My left fingers were slick after I applied lubricant on it. One digit went in, and Lárus did his best to look at me. I stretched his pink ring until the sphincter loosened enough to increase the number to two. I found and squished his prostate. His cock bounced synchronously with every press, and the veins pulsated coevally too. The taint became pliable that I believed he was ready for the impromptu escalation.

I attached and lubed my strap-on and got Róstran’s attention. I had his enraptured attention as Lárus shivered from every spank from the artificial phallus. I went in, and Lárus tugged tightly on the shrunk, but still prominent, knot in his mouth. He was awestruck by the sight that he forgot to suck Lárus’s penis and had it slide out of his mouth. His godly prick stymied Lárus’s vocals for a bit until I struck the prostate just right. The shaft suddenly popped out, and Lárus was more audible while panting and moaning like his bitch of a twin sister.

I grabbed tightly on Lárus’s fundament and massaged it, smirking at becoming the cynosure for the males, especially birthday runt. “Didn’t expect Lárus to be this much of a bitch, Róstran?”

“Wow,” Róstran uttered, sounding he was at a loss for words.

I resumed plowing my connate, future mate. “Is the view suitable for you?”

“I request a change, please. One that allows me to see more of Lárus since this is the first time I’ve witnessed it.”

“Want me to give you a show?” I asked without disrupting my rhythm.

Róstran nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yes! Break his ego down!” He caught himself and simpered. “Sorry.”

“Get ready, Lárus,” I enunciated, spanking his ass one time. I winked at Róstran after the relocation. “Can do, Róstran.” The BDSM equipments were for him primarily, but I could use one of them on Lárus right now. I pointed them to him. “Hand me over the leash and whip over there before you get too comfortable, please.” He acquiesced.

Róstran pulled a chair out and sat, gripping his penis. I turned Lárus and myself ninety degrees for him. He wanted a show, so I acquiesced to the best of my ability for the birthday runt. I attached the leash to the collar and attached the combination around Lárus’s neck. My plan was to bring my cognate brother to a constant state of being on edge, having him just at the cusp of achieving an orgasm but short enough for him to beg. That should suffice my task.

I varied my thrusts until I hit my twin sibling’s prostate. He tensed up and tightly clenched his anus around my fake pecker. Not enough to make me stop and wait to assuage his agony but sufficient to alert me I struck gold. I winked at the single spectator and drilled into him hard, dragooning him to pant heavily. His erection returned to peak rigidity I caught him furtively jerking himself, so I slapped him with my whip. He was at the state I desired.

I prohibited Lárus from ejaculating plenty of times either by retarding my speed and power or by tightly holding his penis. I whipped him every time he took measures into his own hands. His scrotum filled faster than his contumaciousness deteriorating, and his testicles distended. The only individual cajoling the way I wanted was Róstran, the birthday boy. I heard Róstran pant and whine and turned toward him. Róstran leaned back in his chair and spread his legs, teetering on the precipice of tipping it backward, and his colossal boner was prominent, again. The show did its job although today was the occasion to be the least maliciously cruel to Róstran.

I snapped my fingers at Róstran. “Hey, Róstran,” I vociferated.

“Yes?” Róstran replied after blinking his eyes rapidly.

I slapped my fundament. “Have at it.”

“For real?” Róstran inquired though his feet and erection didn’t wait for my answer.

“Yes,” I answered. An alteration to the plan, but it was necessary. I spread my nether orifices for Róstran when he got behind me, the only moment I temporarily entered an interregnum in the thrusts. “Don’t stymie yourself.”

The air naturally left my mouth as Róstran’s sausage forced it out. My anus burned as it stretched. He didn’t hold back. He entered his rhythm as soon as he hilted inside me, going at the speed we set earlier though I conjectured I could handle much more from him. However, that time would be later. I had my bitch of a consanguineous mate to breed and put in his place.

I resumed perforating my brother’s tail-hole, a clumsy continuation with a hulking presence at my backdoor. It didn’t help Róstran wrapped his arms around my hips. The coordination was awkward and time-consuming, and Lárus yelped in pain a few times. Our speed became slower, acclimating to a rhythm that worked. I thrust forward, then Róstran pushed further into my taint. He pulled out only for me to take more of it back in immediately once I moved my hips back. That was the cycle. I lost Lárus’s heightened concupiscence in the adjustment.

Róstran played with my breasts, freeing up my hips. My speed accelerated primarily with his influence. The collisions on my ass propelled me forward and sink every part of my ersatz horse cock inside Lárus. I returned to my original celerity on my own, which meant I easily went beyond it thanks to him. Lárus became tenser than before. The added force on the prostate aggrandized the effect. I effortlessly overcame the resistance with the extra help— a touch too fast for my liking, knowing whose butt I’m inside in.

“This too much for a Beta like you, Lárus?” I inquired.

“Oh, Faer, I swear it feels like Róstran’s penetrating me also,” Lárus drawled out blissfully.

I wrapped the leash partially around my left hand. “Why do you think I’m stretching you this much? Be on your best behavior, and mini-Faer behind me might grace your rectum with his divine phallus.”

Lárus yipped painfully and exhibited other conspicuous indicators he was in pain. “F-f-f-fuck!”

I carefully pulled out and was glad Róstran got the signal too and pulled all the way out of my sphincter early. “Sorry, Lárus.”

“Apologies,” Róstran added.

“What’s the damage?”

Lárus moved his face from the mattress, resting on his arms. “Give me a few minutes. Safe to say my ass is out of commission for a while.” He waved at me and Róstran while burying his face in the bed. “You two can have fun right now until I recover,” he spoke into the sheets.

“What about your penis?” Róstran inquired.

“There is an implicit rule about blue balls,” I added.

Lárus gesticulated towards his fundament with his left thump without moving his face from the mattress. “This trumps that, and that means Róstran will receive more of my semen soon. I’ll be fine. Go ahead and proceed to the next step.”

“Which is?” Róstran catechized quizzically.

I gestured to my artificial endowment with both metacarpi. “I’ll be within your rectum with this or a smaller strap-on.”

Róstran’s excitement shot straight to the welkin, his tail at max speed. “You’re joking.”

“You told us how much you highly savor a phallus in your anus, that Lárus and I planned on me pegging you to simulate it and give you the best moment I can while claiming your anal virginity.” It dawned on me, and I chagrinned. “Except some of our family beat me to it recently.”

Róstran was on all-four faster than my mind could process, and his tail was immediately up, smacking his buttock. “That doesn’t matter. Come on, hurry up!”

“Let’s slow it down, Róstran.” I gestured towards Lárus. “I just destroyed Lárus’s anus, and yours is more of a virgin than his despite the pounding you got from dad, Hrafnir, mom, Rýnaki, and Æsignís. I’ll take a few minutes and switch” I abruptly ended my sentence while Róstran swiftly took control. I was on my rump, and he took my strap-on straight into his pucker before I knew it. “Róstran?!”

“Do you know how long have I been waiting for a moment like this?” Róstran inquired while plopping on my fake penis.

I froze. “How long?”

“Since dad mated mom and took you three in,” Róstran instantly answered, almost cutting me off. “Lárus bestirred my homosexual side within me in a way that he, Hrafnir, and others couldn’t possibly achieve except for one category of people.”

I couldn’t move. Róstran’s perfervid attitude fueled the strength in his arms pinning me though his sudden dominance did the bulk of the work. He had it within him and didn’t even required his tail to activate it. I fretted he would severely damage his rectum. “Róstran. Your ass.”

“Don’t worry about it..”

“Your speed.”

“I’m well-prepared.” Róstran timed his movement for the following words, uttering them the second he hit my inguinal region. “Just. Fuck. My. Anus. Please. Give. Me. An. Eventful. Moment.”

“How are you taking it so well?” Lárus said into the bed, observing the sudden change in roles.

Róstran glanced at Lárus, his thrusts unfazed by the inquiry. “Dad’s toys from his previous wife and the additions to the collection from mom’s influence. He really is or was a good husband. The time you caught me was a fluke, and the incestuous saturnalia was the warm-up I needed for today.” His eyes pierced into mine. “Now, are you going to pussy-out and disappoint your Alpha by making me do all the work, or will you breed this piece of divine fundament?”

I growled, pleased by Róstran’s commanding tone. “I’ll make you my bitch, Alpha.”

I easily overpowered Róstran and pinned him against a wall, restraining his arms. I reversed my hips until only the tip barely remained in his anus. A stentorian, beatific yelp rushed out of deepest parts of his diaphragm as I puissantly slammed into him. My dominant side was aroused by his authoritative command and confidence and bestirred within me. I exuded some of it, keeping the rest for the finale. Wet plaps and his vocals audibly reverberated in the room. He wasn’t facetious about taking a dildo up his ass since dad’s second Mating Ceremony. I encountered no hindrances to my movements or signs of inflicting maladies to him.

Róstran only relished what I dished out to him, leaving my experience as my cicerone in determining when his orgasm was forthcoming. He ordered me to give him an unforgettable moment, so I intended on dragging this out for a bit. My right hand restrained his arms and pressed him against the wall while my left metacarpus caressed his gonads and penis. All harbingers were prosaic and normal.

I plowed Róstran with aggrandized force, presupposing I had the time before taking drastic measures. My hips gyrated more pressure on his g-spot. Gradually, my preeminent personality took more control in short bursts until I reached the barrier that only my tail can unlock. I viewed him as an appetizing prey just needing a predator like me to devour, and I ravaged and plundered his rectum like a pillager. As much as I extol and savor him embracing his authoritative side, I enjoyed being the sole top. I had nothing to fret about except being cognizant of my bottom’s well-being. I looked at Lárus, realizing he was captivated by my performance. I turned Róstran around, bent him forward, and spanked his rump, giving Lárus a better view of the pegging.

The climax snuck past me. My speed and force surceased while I disrupted the process, tightly squeezing Róstran’s urethra shut. Róstran bucked his hips desperately and otiosely, whining I denied him the euphoric feeling of ejaculating his testicles’ reserves. His orbs sagged some more and got heavier. That was a close one.

“K-Kaera!” Róstran drawled.

I pinned Róstran to the wall, again. “Listen here, bitch. I’m the Alpha, and I’ll treat you the only way an Alpha should. You have two options: you either endure your denied orgasms until I say you can ejaculate, or you cum and have me fuck your brains out until your balls shrivel to the size of peas.”

Róstran whimpered as I repeatedly nipped him. “Whichever you prefer, Alpha!”

“Then resist like a biddable, insignificant cum-dumpster you are while I empty my pups into you that you’ll birth my litter after litter for a year straight,” I growled into Róstran’s right ear.
I put Róstran’s prostate into overdrive and milked it for what it’s worth. I mainly had him against a wall, but I had him in a myriad of positions His chockablock nuts distended further with each ejaculation I denied. Ephemeral cicatrixes manifested on his body from my laniaries and claws, and I exhausted all of my artificial spunk. I delved into the climacteric part of the scheme with the scratches and bites, and he had the capacity to bone me a few times and requite the same brutality to me.

I flipped Róstran so he faced me and lifted him off the floor. His back and legs were affixed to the wall abaft. My thrusts took a slight dive as I fellated him coevally. The pressure on my neck increased when his libidinous zenith arrived, and I let cataract take the dam down. No globs of batter stayed within my maw. They driveled onto the floor while I gagged at the surge. The salty flavor lingered only from the voluminous discharges’ force. I should’ve focused on him instead of his creamy virility. He forced my head further down his penis. A moment of panic swept through me as my inadequate amount of oxygen swiftly and exponentially decreased. My hands frantically pushed against his chest. I gasped and regained air while the rest of his sperm shot out, flashing a hand-gesture to Lárus to let him know I was ok.

“Faer be damned,” Róstran huffed while I audibly insufflated my lungs. “I thought my testicles would emerge on the other side of Illyria. You alright, Kaera?”

“Yes,” I answered somewhat raspy, sitting on the bed.

Róstran sat next to me, basking in his jubilance from the day. “This has been the most splendiferous day of my life. Thanks, you two.”

“Don’t mention it,” Lárus spoke.

Róstran took less than a second to be decumbent on the bed. “Is it time for the finale?”

I looked at Lárus, who stared at me back. He appeared to say something, but I turned my gaze at Róstran. “Almost. There’s still at least one more lagniappe I have to give.”

“And that is?”

“You’re still under the temporary effect of infertility and unable to knot someone so,” I spread my vagina to Róstran. “Fill me up, and don’t hold back. Make use of my uterus.”

Róstran effetely raised his right arm. “Sort of vitiated at the moment.”

“Then allow me, for now.” I straddled the gargantuan prick, letting my nether lips kiss his tip. “I’ll go for a few minutes. Then, I’ll let your alter ego take over.”

Róstran squirmed a moiety from my labia. “If you can handle him.”

“I did it before.” I inserted his cock into my snatch and womb.

“Róstran has an alter ego?”Lárus inquired in a shocked tone.

I glanced at Lárus while my pussy clenched on the fleshy trunk. “Yes. He showed it while you were away for a bit at one point.”

“It’s a step below my full beast,” Róstran added, groaning jocundly.

Lárus shook his head in disbelief. “Faer better have pity for any poor soul that has to deal with Róstran’s cock and hidden reserve together.”

I smirked at Lárus while wiggling my hips. “Watch your little sister one-up you, big brother.”

The first step had no problems. I acclimated well to the hulking invader in my slit that the only discomfort I felt was the feeling of being satiated beyond capacity. My juices coated it and produced wet squelches as I slid up and down. Róstran hadn’t been assiduous in practicing cumming without knotting though today gave him the privilege to ignore it. The special, forbidden herb made my decision firmer. I had no worries about ruining my chastity in front of Faer and my lover. I could savor my uterus turning white and agglutinative with his seed.

My pace was steady, and Róstran was content in letting me ride him to satiation. All he did was grabbing my hips until my mammillae entered the picture. They swung like pendulums until he suckled on one of them. I sensed his moans on my erect teat. His vigor gradually returned. He thrust upward, but he lacked one crucial element to accompany with his vitality. I playfully nipped him for a while. Then, a certain growl emerge, and his eyes briefly flickered.

“You have the birr to treat me as a personal cocksleeve now?” I asked while plopping fugaciously on Róstran’s groin.

“You have the power to activate it, and I apologize for what will happen,” Róstran answered.

“Don’t be. I trust you.” I kissed Róstran deeply while pulling his tail

Róstran’s personality went through a metamorphosis, and his body temporarily shut down. His eyes and facial expression changed, and he threw me onto the bed with the strength to give me a run for my money. “Well. Well. Well. The bitch came crawling back.” I observed him look at Lárus, who could actually sit on his buttock and had a grip on his sausage. “I always knew my prowess and dick were superior to what he can provide. He can only pray in futility to only match a tiny fraction of me.”

“You are only the best I deserve, Alpha,” I said, getting aroused and wagging my tail.

“But do you deserve the best after fucking from impure creatures such as him,” Róstran responded gesticulating at Lárus with his head while maintaining eye contact.

I stroked the gigantic, drooling penis in front of my physiognomy. “Give me a chance to prove my allegiance to you, Alpha. Let me prove I learned from my mistake from going with,” I indicated Lárus, “him instead of you.”

“Very well. You know the drill to back out of this.” Róstran forced me down on my knees though I zero intentions in being obstinate, and he stood behind me. “First things first— I gotta purify that mouth of yours after hearing such blasphemy from you.”

“I’m ready, Alpha.” My muzzle hung open.

Róstran thrust downward, and his penis went directly down my throat. My air supply was dangerously low, again, and he constricted my neck tightly with his hands. Such savagery left me on a razor’s edge between suffocation and life though I was prepared this time for the endurance. My visage was bruised from his virile boulders. I tasted and smelled his altered flavor now exuding from his pores and shuddered.

I envisaged myself in Róstran’s tribe, observing those of lower status, like me, being treated similarly. Aðalstænn and the rest of his tormentors in his life came from a different pack, and they suffered an even worse kismet. Lárus was forced to watch him claim me as his true mate. My brother just observed his majestic power in awe, getting rock-hard without treating it. A brief return to reality caused me to see Lárus being too stupefied to masturbate.

I drifted from every conceivable or outrageous scenarios imaginable where Róstran was dominant with me as his secondary sheath for his penis. I went from him being a torturer in a dungeon to Salföðgrí in the flesh. My personal favorite phantasmagoria and the one I dwelled in the longest was him winning the competition to have sex with Ilmur and become the Alpha Prime, and I was in her place. I was wet in daydreams, and it turned out I had a steady stream of nectar flowing from my vagina down my legs and forming a puddle. I made the mistake of rubbing my vulva and clitoris.

Róstran struck me hard against my cheeks. “You have the audacity to go against my purification?” My only option was to whimper while my mouth was blocked, and he stopped thrusting, leaving his penis deep down my throat. He waited for an agonizing eternity. “You divagated further than I prognosticated. You aren’t worthy.”

“I am!” I gasped. “Please! Forgive me for my transgression!”

Róstran slapped me across the countenance with his maleness as searched for something. “Only one way left.”

I beheld what he had in his hands. Rope. “I’ll do it. I’ll prove that you are my one and only.”

Róstran securely fastened my limbs to the bed, leaving me with hardly a smidgen to move them. He crumpled one of his jockstraps and shoved it in my mouth. He went with the latter option I excogitated in my head. I perceived him slurping up my vaginal fluids on my vulva and spitting them away. Then, two fingers went into my vagina and spread it wide open. His tongue went deeper, touching my urethra, g-spot, more vaginal walls, cervix, and uterus, and he spit out more of my ambrosia.

An unusual shock sent a strong jolt from my genitalia up my spine. Magical wisps and lightning emanated from Róstran’s fingers, a brand new territory for everyone in the chamber. The sensation was that of the worst tickle-attack I suffered from my twin brother in my life but augment by a thousand at least. Róstran left me with no avenue to respond to the convulsions except for turning my head and the instinctive release of pussy juices and buildup to an orgasm.

This was Róstran’s revenge against me. He prepped me with his mana only to suck my cunt and spit my fluids away. The process gradually got my cauldron hotter, but so did his magic. The duration and intensity were longer and more powerful, respectively. He had the adroitness to stop me just at the cusp of climaxing and let me slowly reset before his tongue stoked the fire some more. I was at the state he was in and beseeched internally for release. However, it didn’t stop. It only grew more puissant and increased in duration. My clit and g-spot became more of the polestar for his attention.. My secretions flowed at such aa rate that he surceased the cunnilingus.

“The false Alpha’s corruption is extensive and contumacious,” Róstran spoke. “This will require extended caesuras to draw it out once and for all unless you decide you’re unworthy and capitulate.”

Great. How many more long breaks must I endure? I thought. I shook my head, permitting Róstran to proceed.

The interregnums were equal in length, but the cauldron’s temperature rose and found a new floor after each iteration. Róstran didn’t increase his shock’s power and period, although the boon was imperceptible. The puissance went from an annoying tickle to legit, but enjoyable, pain. I stopped counting after the fourth time he forced me to wait. As far as I knew, the floor and ceiling merged into one at some point, yet he believed differently.
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I ruminated about Róstran’s coronation as the Alpha Prime and mating me in front of the whole city and those came across Canir to witness such an occasion. I sat on his lap, showing the complete union to everyone. My omphalos was tumid from semen in my womb yet the very indistinguishable tuberosity of his cock was present, and he was pronounced the new Alpha Prime. He carried me to our chambers while the knotting persisted.

Lárus was in the room, but he was naked and chained in a caged with a pygmy cage in his sheath. Róstran taunted him while breeding me nonstop. The virile emissions were trapped in my uterus that my belly languorously shrunk after Róstran ejaculated in me for the last time for now.
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I saw nothing but white when my actual orgasm came, the bindings and torture colliding violently and fusing into one. I regained consciousness right as Róstran removed my gag. “Now that impurity is gone, I must remind you why my cock is superior.”

I nodded. “Go ahead, Alpha. Show me why your penis is the only one I need and why I was wrong with Lárus initially. I politely cajole you to let me experience the beast.”

A decent amount of hesitation externalized on Róstran’s face despite his alter ego assuming control and exuding tremendous confidence, dominance, and prominence. “You’re sure? Once I release him, you must endure the whole ride until he ejaculates once. There’s no way to end it sooner.”

“If I’m meant to be yours and no one else’s, then I must prove I can handle everything you have. I dreamt of this moment where I experience the bestial of all bestialities.”

Róstran gagged me with the jockstrap, again. “Then prepare yourself.”

Róstran underwent a process similar to what characters infected with lycanthropy experienced. His corporeal frame was unaltered, but his mental attributes went into the void. He was more primitive than any other instance where I witnessed a Fenri yanking another Fenri’s tail, putting the most ferocious Direfenri to shame. Growls were his communication. His eyes appeared like a wolf’s spirit possessed him.

Róstran mounted me and fucked my vagina with blistering speed and overwhelming force, dwarfing even what I could envisage. His teeth drew bits of blood while latching near my neck. It was breathtaking at first. My inguinal region got tender from the pounding and uncomfortable, and he perforated me like he was nowhere an orgasm. I did the best I could to alert him. He was right. Nothing fazed him. I was in the ride its full duration.

Róstran knocked the wind out of me, demonstrating he still had more strength in reserve. My breaths left as quickly as they entered my lungs. I wondered what positions he had in store for me. Surely my bindings would be no match for him if he intended to remove them. The strength and fury triggered a climax, my crescendo, meaning my ride kept going. Sequentially, my orgasms came and went without him cumming once. It dawned on me he had the rare gift.

Normally, the hidden reserve enhanced the ferocity in a Fenri, but the buildup was unaffected. Maybe the partner could cum once before the brute climaxed, but that was a monumentally rare case, and the barbarian would cum very shortly. However, a trait exists only in Direfenri, mainly unadulterated versions, that inhibited the buildup to a slow crawl while simultaneously powering it. Róstran had the idiosyncrasy, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he could set how many times he orgasmed before returning to normal. Thank Faer I had to endure only one instance if that was true. I became dazed from the never-ending rapture and drifted in and out of reality. I never checked whether the one-Direfenri-gangbang was near a crescendo when I perceived a change.

I looked at Lárus, who finally moved after so long. It brought me temporary relief when he ambulated to me. I doubted he had the authority to stop this even if he wanted to. Emotional support only remained as a wherewithal, and that was what he did. He held my tied-up left hand and uttered encouraging words. His demeanor showed no malice towards Róstran for the brutality or me for wanting it.

The one change I needed the most arrived after enduring an even longer round of salacious crucible. I perceived stickiness in my womb, primal howls, and abrupt abeyance. Miraculously, Róstran held himself steady after he reverted back to normal. I would do it again after experiencing the beast for the first time, but it wouldn’t be for a long time and without more prep. Careful, tender, passionate, romantic sex was what I needed soon.

Róstran went ballistic after seeing the damage he did to me. “Holy fucking Faer! I’m so sorry! Are you alright! Please tell me I didn’t do irreparable harm!” Lárus had to hold him in place.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” I replied. “If anything, I blame myself for underestimating it.”

“I warned you!”

“You did, and I would do it all over again because you know why?”

Róstran appeared doubtful. “Why?”

“You have my trust. People calling you a monster back then is still stuck with you, obviously, but I know you’re not one.” I saw Róstran freeze for a minute. “You most likely never heard that a lot.”

“Not genuinely ever since Svanhæri and Íjálf perished.”

“Well it’s a hundred percent true from me. I trust you to do whatever you want with me as long as we are on the same page.”

Róstran appeared to calm down a bit but still shivered briefly. “That’s reassuring. I know I’m not in the mood of dominating anyone like I just did to you for a while.”

“Same. I’ll stick with you or Lárus tenderly sticking your penises inside me for a similar time length.”

“There’s one question I want to ask you, Róstran,” Lárus uttered.

“What is it?” Róstran asked.

My mouth and Róstran’s jaw hung open when Lárus dropped a bombshell of a question. “Do you trust me to stick my cock inside your ass right now?”