Chapter 11: Removing Barriers

  (Kwathstag 22nd-23rd, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

  The day began just like any standard day in the house for me: waking up, using the bathroom, getting a shower that ended up going for a long time as I pondered my thoughts, and ing breakfast. Well, there was an alteration to my m ritual. Instead of my bedroom, I woke up in a different cell with Róstran ed in my arms, sensing him still asleep. All I remembered st night was soothing his turmoil after I touched a sensitive subject of him. My mother’s lulbies came to the rescue as I lulled him to sleep as he cried into my fur and bra.

  Having Róstran in my arms roused a particur instinct I hadn’t felt in my life as I observed him twitch a couple of times while he slept. Even though it was weird and wrong since he was only a few months behind me in age, maternal was the only word close to describing how I felt toward him. He stirred as he woke up, his icy-blue eyes staring into mine while blinking several times, and I gri him. “M, Kaera.”

  “M,” I replied, yawning after Róstran did. “Feelier?”

  “For the most part.” Róstran did improve from st night, but some sadness still lingered in him.

  I rubbed his head. “Sorry fing that pieemory up.”

  “It’s alright.” Róstran took a moment to gnce around the room, realizing his predit. “Uhh, not that I mind doing this more often iure, but you let me go?”

  “Sure, and you let me know when you wao cuddle you. I’m certain Lárus wouldn’t miher.”

  I noticed a tiny portion of the bs wiggle a bit near Róstran’s tail, and the bashful side took over him. “I’ll keep that in mind; thanks.”

  I got out of my adopted sibling’s bed and his room, taking a gnce down the hallway before stepping out. Just as I shut the door, I saw my mother enter from the stairs below. I thought nobody would be up at this time, which was why I woke up earlier than usual so I didn’t arouse suspi I was being frisky st night. It dawned on me she had undry in her hands, the only reason she would be up this early. We stared at each other for a few seds, and she left the hallway, not uttering a word. I wondered if that was good or bad news, presuming that breakfast would most likely be the time for the ao appear.

  It turned out that it wasn’t the case while I ed breakfast that icier than typical with the rest of my family. No one said anything about me cuddling with Róstran st night as they talked about other topics. I decided that I was safe and not jeopardize my position by speaking about it.

  I entered into the standard period of figuring out how to burn time before Lárus and I did our routine jog orail. Even in the wealthiest echelon of ir’s society, I still had the exact boredom from living in the shack but with disparate circumstances I’d rather prefer to keep. It was o experience a plethora of choices to overwhelm someone instead of severe restris on activities ceivable because of status.

  Dad got up from the table, going into a slightly more hostile attitude as he heard a kno the front door. I heard him sound pleasantly surprised from how he greeted the visitors, Vak?rr and Manasína. He returned a couple mier without the guests. “Would you be ied in joining a slumber party over at Manasína’s house today, Kaera?”

  “A slumber party?” I spoke in fusion. Why was I a person of i?

  “It’s where you go to another person’s house, namely a friend, and spend the night.”

  “Sure.” I was in a jovial mood that I was moving up in the world because someoside my family sidered me a friend.

  Manasíhusiastically greeted me at the door when I arrived. We left with her father, traveling to their home. The domicile was near ivorous Hangout, and it was i shape. It was not as grandiose as the mansion though its appearance veyed that the octs had suffit io live a fortable lifestyle. The two-story wooden structure was rge enough to where I was astohat it didn’t house more people than I thought. It only had Manasína, her parents, and her older sister, Ingileif.

  Ingileif was simir to Manasína in the color of her fur and eyes albeit slender by a narrow margin and taller. Her personality was not as outgoing as Manasína, although not hostile, and she wasn’t socially awkward like me. She seemed to have her mind fixated on something else that was depressing to her.

  I followed Manasína to her bedroom, and I noticed two disparate pictures. One had two female pups, the parents, and a whole bunales. The you feminine pup was in her mother’s arms, sug on her breasts while the slightly older individual was standing by the mother’s side. The other photo was further down, but it only tained Manasína, the mother and father, Ingileif, and the you mase Fenri out of the virile pool. Judging by his looks, I estimated the brother to be, at most, ten-to-twenty years older than her older sister.

  Manasína’s room wasn’t what I expected it to be as I e. Granted, it was my premier experiehin another female’s personal chamber, so I could’ve modeled my room pletely wrong the whole time. Still, I should’ve seen something feminine by now. Instead, all I observed was a mixture of items that screamed ‘male’ and intellectual/nerdy. I dised cards that I knew immediately were from Champions of No? on a shelf.

  Apparently, I was the first of three guests for the slumber party, and the other two were on their way. So, Manasína and I ended up chatting after I initiated it. “Iing style you have for your room.”

  Manasína leaned halfway off her bed on her back. “Yeah, my room’s unique. I don’t know why I have a prefereowards the manlier products; it may have been the male-to-female ratio being so skewed towards the former or me being the you. I just have an aggressive side and a petitive nature, which aren’t terrible traits to possess along with my intelligence.”

  “Must be o not be outnumbered in this house since your brothers left.”

  “’t kvetch about the tranquility and silence.”

  The final guests arrived, interrupting the versation. One had a golden-brown fur, closely plimenting her amber eyes. The other female, who was the shortest in the room, had white fur like Manasína, but she had patches of light grey fur on her body, particurly around the left eye. Ingileif was behind them, and she close and locked the door.

  I just listeo them gossip about random subjects. It was bizarre and primarily exhirating that I had females, aside from my mother, to verse with, listening and soaking as mufo as possible to uand what to do iure. They talked about the school I would be joining in a few months, going on about the educators they preferred or hated and csses they loathed the most. As they ied with objects I had experieh, dolls, the dialogue transitioned into males where they spent the most time. My protective side was o when Róstran was brought up, analyzing their words in case I had to speak in his defense.

  Manasína dispyed her aggressive side on a couple of dolls, vigorously smming one on top of the other. She went on about my twin brother by revealing his physical characteristics. A couple of details was exaggerated to get the other females deeply enthralled by him, and damn did she do it; at least his private aspects were safe. I could smell some arousal ing from them, and so was I. Another emotion that was undesirable apanied my arousal, which caught me off guard. I couldn’t pin the specific word or reason why for it, but it tie within me as Manasína talked about Lárus even though I should be gd for him that he had potential mates for the Mating Ceremony.

  Dinner mao defuse the situation that was on the precipice of beiy, and Manasína bolted out of her room first. I and everybody else followed. We were inundated by the aroma that made me reminisce about ivorous Hangout. The yout on the dining table had three ptes in the ter row with heaping piles of meat, and there were sauces and sides oer perimeter of the mound of cooked flesh. My favorite was the caribou, so I saved some of it for st to make the fvor lihe lo in my mouth. In a stark trast to my new home, Vak?rr demonstrated his deeper devotion to the Tysiv?kátorei faith, particurly the Church of the Red Wolf, by having the uests and I pray to Faer before leaving the table as a way of showing gratitude. It was darker outside when we finished supper.

  I was stupefied when the girls became giddy once Manasína locked us in her room. “Ok, my dad will be getting ready for bed, so he shouldn’t bother us for the rest of the night. y the game as long as we keep our noise volume down,” she spoke.

  “What game?” I asked.

  “Truth or Dare.”

  “How do you py?”

  “It’s abecedarian.” I looked at her in fusion. “Elementary. Simple. We sit in a circle, and one of us will be the first to go. That person will ask one of us, “Truth or dare?” Let’s assume the individual asked you. If you select truth, you will have to answer a question holy, or you lose. For the tter, you have to plete whatever task assigo you unless you want to forfeit. Once you answer or finish your dare, you ask a person, “Truth or Dare?” However, it ’t be the one who asked you. That’s all there is to it. Just a forewarning, the game tends to be urictive for the questions and dares, so it often leads to an intimate dire.” Manasína looked around the room. “Does anyone mind if I initiate the first round?” No one did, and she stared at me. “Watd learn. Ok, Hjálmveig, truth or dare?”

  “Truth,” the golden-brown Fenri responded.

  “Did you use a public bathroom marked for males?”

  Hjálmveig groaned in embarrassment. “Yes, but it wasn’t on purpose. I was on the verge of puking my guts out, so I was desperate. Faer, damn the person’s soul responsible for handling oysters that day.” She looked across to the Fenri with the light grey eyepat her left eye. “Truth or dare, S?arún?”

  “Truth,” S?arún replied.

  “Did you actually wet yourself during st year’s ?kuv?e party at my house?”

  S?arún’s body nguage provided the answer, which was affirmative. “Fug bat,” she grumbled.

  “I thought I smelled piss when you returned.”

  “And you were lucky my brother wasn’t around.” S?arún turned her eyes toward Manasína. “Truth or dare?”

  “Truth.”

  “If any of your brothers was still avaible, who would be your mate?”

  “ing out with the heavy artillery, I see. It would have to be Arngils since he’s the one I have the most memories of.” I observed Ingileif’s mood turning towards mencholic. “Ok, Kaera, you’re up. Truth or dare?”

  I blinked several times rapidly, ing to terms that my time had arrive. So far, truth was the preferred path out of the group thus far. “Dare.”

  Manasína’s lit up with excitement. “Going into the deep end first. I like it.”

  “Was I not supposed to do that?”

  “You’re allowed to select whichever option you fancy. Typically, everyos for truth as the first choice to sort of break the ice.” Manasína pced one of her fingers near her lips as she pted on my challenge. “Hmm, let’s see. I dare you to s your clothes with another person in this room except for me. It’s your choice, and you’ll have to wear only the extrinsic yer for a minute.”

  Gng at the options avaible, I khat the attires would strangle me at best. I looked back at Manasína. “Isn’t it illegal to involve a third party on the dare?”

  “Teically, yes. However, if the added individual or people refuse to cooperate, then you don’t relinquish your spot in the game. Who’s it gonna be?”

  “I do it,” Hjálmveig volunteered. “Kaera take my extra set; it’s easier that way.”

  Out of the options I had, I preferred Ingileif since she was the o my height even though I still towered over her. I figured that nobody else would offer themselves, so I picked the clothes from Hjálmveig, and Manasína showed me the most cloistered area in the room to ge. It was an endeavor to get the damn shirt and pants on, and it was a damn miracle I didn’t rive any of the stitches. I stepped from the secluded spot, beginning the tdown as I sat with the girls. The clothes stricted my ans, being toilsome on my breathing as the seds slowly ticked away. Thinking positively, I didn’t have to wear S?arún’s attire.

  “That’s a minute; you ge bato your clothes, Kaera,” Manasína enunciated.

  I quickly ged in private, handing Hjálmveig her clothes after returning to the group. It was my turn to choose who should tell a truth or do a dare. I knew immediately who my target was, thinking of what to do for each sario. “Ingileif, truth or dare?”

  “Truth.”

  I posited that Ingileif roximately at the age where her Mating Ceremony was immi. “Who do you want the most to be your forever partner iing Ceremony?”

  Ingileif became bashful and blushed, smiling as she had her head on her knees. “Rynaki.” I heard the other females make an ‘ooo’ sound and giggle, omitting S?arún.

  We tihe game, taking turns at giving or receiving a truth or dare. The treed towards difficult and al, although no oually relinquished their spot. I on the receiving end.

  “Truth or dare?” Manasína asked me.

  “Truth,” I replied, varying up my response a bit.

  “Which brother has the biggest cod balls in the house?”

  As much as my mind wao liberate itself from my trol and think about Lárus, I khat wasn’t the did answer. “It’s a tie between Rynaki and Dágfárik.”

  “Bullshit,” Manasína spoke in bewilderment. “No way they’re bigger dowhan your twin sibling.”

  “I never saw Lárus’s junk, only his bare ass.” Get ahold of yourself, Kaera. I didn’t want to show anyone in the chamber or myself how much he meant to me.

  “What’s the most ribald activity you did with Lárus?” Manasína was getting too passionate about the test.

  Hjálmveig came to my rescue. “Hey, save that question for ime, Manasína! You know the rules.”

  Manasína folded her ears in remorse. “I apologize for my impulsivity.”

  “Apology accepted,” I replied. I turoward the golden-brown Fenri. “Truth or dare?”

  “Dare,” Hjálmveig answered.

  “I dare you to remove your panties you’re currently wearing and wear it on your head for the rest of the petition.” I thought I had Hjálmveig with my challenge, but she made me aware I was still unfamiliar with the novel set of friends. She nontly exposed her vulva as she wore the undergarment on her head and sat, uned she was bottomless.

  “Truth or dare, Ingileif?”

  “Dare,” she answered.

  “I dare you to strip your sister to her bare fur while she reciprocates and perform a sultry routio us for five mihe performances extends to the stripping, but the tdow eil both of you are naked.” The golden Fenri was more fident in her issuance of a challenge, being perplexed whewo white Fenri initiated the performance. Her jaw dropped.

  Ingileif and Manasína got into their show, kissing deeply with one hand on each other’s cheek. The other appendages explored one another’s body underh the shirts. Manasína’s sed hand was on Ingileif’s back as Ingileif focused on her front, rubbing Manasína’s sides and belly aing dangerously close to her breasts. They began to moan, adding more to their performance which stirred my arousal.

  The Vak?rr siblings shirts quickly stripped the shirts off one another, and the older sister gently forced the youo prostrate on the floor, ying on top of her. Both of Manasína’s hands were on her sibling’s fu, giving the glutes firm squeezes. Ingileif deliberately focused her fingers on Manasína’s boobs, fondling them around along with the bra. I had to force deep breaths into my lungs because I the steamy show mesmerized me, resisting the temptation to touch myself, although I doubt they were too engrossed to notiinded if they did.

  Still kissing each other, Ingileif removed her younger sister’s pants, Manasína following suit Their smooches and exploratioed ohey were in their bras and panties, and the designs on the bck materials reminded me ereur’s sele. If they were plete neophytes, they would pegged me for a fool for how fortable they were with the whole dare and how well they performed; their improvisations, if they were extemporizations, had me believe the sisters were petent. I noticed Manasína tense her grip on Ingileif’s back. My eyes observed Ingileif’s right hand on Manasína’s crotch, the panties providing the only obstru between the fingers and vagina.

  Ingileif and Manasína panted audibly to the spectators ohe broke free from the kiss. They sat on their knees, and the maturer sibling got behind the more juvenile sister. The right fingers uheir sed assault on Manasína’s groin, this time on full dispy to everyone in the room. Manasína had a euphoric expression on her visage, panting and huffing as Ingileif nibbled around her ears and neck while the left hand fondled her breasts, twisting the nipples. The panties became imbued with vaginal secretions, and my arousal acted as an agglutinaween my underwear and crotch. I thought that they wouldn’t intensify their iuous act, but Ingileif’s hand breached the barrier, and she deliberately revealed the fioug the vulva and bia to us.

  Manasína’s bra dropped to the floor, and the older sister started to aggressively massage Manasína’s breasts. There ause as Ingileif’s hands traded pces, but it was transitory the moist fingers entered Manasína’s mouth. The its slowly stripped away the panties before entering the slit, and Manasína showed zero hesita spreading her legs to give the audience a clear view, including her clitoris. Ingileif proceeded to hand her sibling trol.

  It turned out that Manasína could py the dominant role just as well as submissive while she operated on Ingileif. She had Ingileif on the floor like before, and the bra immediately came off. Instead of one of her hands on Ingileif’s teats, she utilized her mouth, sug them like an infant. The appendages were occupied with Ingileif’s pussy, iionally caressing it while stretg the undergarment, and I suspegileif could moaremely loud if she wasn’t restricted in her volume. The sucks transitioned into licks, migrating toward the her region. She dragged her tongue from Ingileif’s o her boobs and back down. Each time the wet an traveled south, she got o the fabric

  Once she was near Ingileif’s covered t, Manasína gave the spectators a wink before pg her mouth on it. Her sister went berserk at the a, squirming wildly and trying hard not to elevate her vocals. After several licks, she sluggishly aically pulled Ingileif’s final stitch all the way off the legs with her teeth. It dawned ohat the five-minute tdown didn’t eil they were both entirely naked like now, and the performanly got hotter. I could smell everyoing turned on, and I snuck a g the golden Fenri. Hjálmveig was actually toug herself for Faer knew how long, so I decided to tend to my ag sex, reag underh my pants and underwear.

  Manasína still had the reins as she stood ileif, letting her pussy juice drip into her older sibling’s open mouth in long strands. She id on top of her, fag at Ingileif’s vagina, and she began to lick it. Both savored their oral intercourse with each other, assuming that Ingileif reciprocated identically. Her sister must’ve tasted delectable because she vigorously pped away at Ingileif’s t as if she was severely dehydrated, feral animal disc water, and, to her delight, more fluids came to satiate her thirst. However, it seemed she craved more. She widened Ingileif’s lower lips, exposing Ingileif’s innermost private parts, and she pressed her tongue deep within the meaty grotto.

  The Vak?rr sisters must’ve had a sixth seowards telling time sihey prepared for the grand finale, and it was sumptuous in every erotic way. They rubbed their genitalia together, and they kissed each other on the lips with copious amounts of vaginal fluids in their mouths. I wasn’t able to reach my asm though I wasn’t certain if I was too enthralled to make a valiant effort or not, pulling my fingers out from my groin.

  “Did that satisfy the bet?” Manasína asked in a eie, huffing.

  “I say so,” Hjálmveig answered.

  My nose sehe room getting inundated with pheromones from the show. One was more potent than the rest, and it only amplified from there until it was the prevalent odor in the bedroom. There was only one possibility I could think of.

  “Uhh, gals? I’m not feeling well,” S?arún meekly uttered.We turned our attention toward her.

  “What’s wrong, S?arún?” Hjálmveig inquired.

  “I don’t know. My body feels like it’s on fire. I believe I’m terribly ill; I need help, now.”

  “Wait,” I spoke. “I believe it’s different.”

  “Kaera’s correct,” Manasína articuted. “Your first heat must’ve just activated, probably from my sister’s dare. Sorry about that.”

  “How do I make it stop?” S?arún asked, practically pleading.

  “Permaly? Zero. However, there are remedies for it that will reduce your cycle to tolerable levels till your Mating Ceremony.”

  “Like what?”

  “Your parents would take you to an apothecary tomorrow to purchase a potion for your estrus cycle. You’ll pce a couple of drops into a cup of beverage and e it before the heat begins. Fair warning, you’ll learn to execrate the side effects.”

  S?arún started to fy her arms and legs wildly in protest. “But I want this feeling to stop now!”

  “Is there a way to bat against the cycle without the potion?” I inquired. I yearo know if there ath to quitting my potion like Lárus.

  “Although this is just a personal ae, Ingileif and I had success when we experimented on each other without going all the way. Supposedly, acc to my sources, there are sexual teiques out there that bamboozle your body into believing you mated without actually having coitus. You’ll have to discover your trick with someone you highly trust si varies from female to female.” Manasína focused her attention on me. “I loathe to be a bearer of terrible news, Kaera. Feminine Direfenri tend to be hopeless at deceiving their heat. I’m not optimistic at your odds.” I nodded my head, but I believed that I would be one of the extraordinary anomaly of my kind’s trend.

  “Any other ideas?” S?arún asked.

  “Unless you don’t mind travening the ukases and suffer the punishments, there are none.” S?arún shook her head at Manasína’s answer.

  Sleep came swiftly, and it was m. A sliver of the sun’s rays nded on my eyes, causio wake up first. I knew I was between Ingileif and S?arún, but I didn’t expect me to my arms around the tter, quickly removing them before S?arún woke up. I must’ve perceived the short Fenri’s distress from her heat during the night and forted her, although I couldn’t remember when I did it.

  After iing breakfast taining sausage links, smoked salmon, and eggs for protein, Hjálmveig, S?arún, and I left the house, the former two heading in the opposite dire. I knew my way around town from visiting it multiple times, taking the shortest route to leave the settlement. A group of five virile Fenri was gregated near a shop around the er I turned on, notig the gazes at me, so I quied my pao doubt, the members had a ive stigma towards me, my sibling, and my mother. To my dismay, they began to follow me, trying to catch up.

  I ran as fast as possible not just for my safety but for the group’s also, muy Direfenri nature’s dismay. Growing up at the shack, I was able to make my assaints regret starting a fight with me, especially when I tag-teamed with my brother. With my stepfather’s tutege, I was more lethal in a skirmish. I darted into a alley, not realizing there was a slippery spot nearby, and I slipped onto revolting, wet, filth. I was able to ceal myself from the pursuers, but, Faer, did I reek. Beira atteo my footsteps, I got out of álfsandur much ter than I wanted.

  Mom, dad, Lárus, and Róstran wondered why I was fetid from the waste, my twin brother being the most ed. I lied by saying that someone was being reckless and collided into me, spilling the tents. If I told them that I was targeted because of mom’s stigma, then it opened up the possibility of my parents tightening my freedom in some capacity, which I didn’t want. My parents told me they would be taking Rynaki over to a college in álfsandur’s viity for a tour and also gather the final items for the pups, so I would be on my own for lunch.

  It ain in the ass to wash the sludgy offal out of my fur and brush the knots away. I ed a towel around myself and used aowel to pick up my soiled clothes. As I ambuted pass Lárus’s room a sed time, I remembered my brother's proposal to draw me when his skill improved. Since he retly told me he was almost prepared, we were alone, and I was virtually nude, I figured it was time to cross another boundary in our retionship. Knog on his door first, I entered his bedroom.

  The st of horny, mase, young Fenri was btant to my nostrils. It was if Lárus didn’t even bother to freshen his room or cared about exposing other people to his odor. Never in my life was I grateful my heat wasn’t active, or else I would most likely cave to my urge. I noticed pictures on the walls belonging to two categories: his drawings and pictures from porn books I assumed would not be in circution anymore. The space was cluttered with ft sheets of paper, crumpled rejes, art supplies, and other random stuff. Lárus was at his desk, auro face me once I shut the door.

  “Hey, sister.”

  “Hey, brother.”

  I noticed my sibling’s eyes wandered vertically on my physique. “Need something?”

  “I want to take up on your offer. I’m ready for you to draw me.”

  Lárus appeared stupefied at my request. “Oh… ok. Let me just-“ he quickly cleared the bed by negligently shoving the items onto the floor. “You sit there a fortable while I set up shop.”

  As I waited on the bed, my heart rate increased expoially. Why did I disregard my logical side? There was only one possible way this could go, knowing what I did with my brother. He pced a solid surface for drawiween him and me, holding the utensils and paper in his hands. “So, now what?”

  “Well, in order for me to show you your true beauty, I need you to remove the towel entirely. You cover your pussy with ys if you wish, but I o see your breasts, and you o hold still as best as possible.”

  A plethora of thoughts aions whizzed through my brain at what I was about to do. Yes, a Fenri being nude around family members or anybody else was as on as clouds in the sky, and I was naked with my equally exposed mother retly in public. So, why did I feel apprehensive? Was it simply because I was about to be in the buff in front of a male? No, that wasn’t it. It was about my brother to be specific. He didn’t coerce me into this situation; I did it of my own volition. I didn’t perceive any malice from him. Yet, I khis felt wrong in some way, somehow.

  Like a daredevil doing perilous stunts for adrenaline, I ighe rational side, tossing my towel away. I figured I should be fully itted to my deal, so I spread my legs suffitly. Nothing on my body was hidden from Lárus. The st bit of mystery I had of myself vanished just as easily as a pte of meat. I waited patiently- agonizingly actually- for his response. He was silent for a while. Then, I heard him utter two words.

  “Holy shit.”

  If Lárus’s boner was anything to infer from, the words were sincere in a positive way. My tail wagged at the praise that I had to sit on it to prevent it from moving. He began to draw, erasing minor mistakes occasionally. The boredom started to creep in as the miicked by, To prevent me from dozing off, I kept my mind occupied by thinking about what we did as pups. Any ay about posing naked in front of him disappeared.

  It was a long period, but Lárus mao finish his drawing. I got off the bed, and my curiosity pelled me to beheld the result faster than him me an opportunity. I blinked rapidly in disbelief. There I was on the bed, naked, breasts aals clearly viewable for anyone in the world to observe. I sat there stoically as possible to not show my emotions though there was a weling warmth captured by his talent. It encapsuted every aspee, including the characteristics I didn’t know I possessed. The product boosted my fide how I perceived myself.

  “Faer be damned.”

  “You see, sister? You shouldn’t have to self-doubt your appearany longer.”

  “Thanks, brother.” Even though it didn’t caught me off guard as much, I still was a bit fbbergasted at what came out of me . “Perhaps I wouldn’t mind doing more of this iure.”

  “I could always use a voluhere’s one more matter to tend to.”

  I looked at my brother in fusion at to what he meant. My eyes widened as he stripped a couple yers of stitch off until he was nude like me. “What are you doing, Lárus?” Ok, my dreams may have over exaggerated his cock, but his penis didn't disprove my theory of pure male Direfenri having the biggest endowments, causio be wet.

  “Fair’s fair. Now, nothing is up to our imagination at how ear naked.”

  “Swear to Faer that you won’t show it to anyone.”

  “I swear.”

  I maintained self-trol as I grabbed my towel and vacated Lárus’s room, entering my chamber shortly after. There, I sat on my bed, letting the reality of what I did sink into my stomach. Lárus had a picture of my exposed figure all to himself, probably masturbating to it as soon as he was alone. If he wao, he could send it over to one of the porn publishers and have strangers all over Illyria jack-off to me. I shook that thought off. His bratty side as a younger pup may have done something like that, but it mellowed a bit as he developed another side that I felt I could trust throughout the years. I had a spasm while I processed the datum he and I were naked in front of each other’s presence. I suspected our bond strengthened from the activity, and we grew closer than what should be normal, crossing boundaries that shouldn’t be tread, but I felt bizarrely at ease.