Chapter 53: In All of His Glory

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

  Hvanbygg and Kristv?ltí were known by many ures describing them as oy but split personalities, and I saw why. Oside, they appeared one symmetrical, homologous settlement with a river dividing it in half. The two promontories t aloft added to the equipoise in appearahe nearly identical edifices would thwart my sense of dire if I roamed the streets alone as dad led the caravan to the pace. Two ingruities existed withihe tter had a gravitational pull for the destitute citizens. A sketchy mien cloaked this side of the river while the sister city osh, , and magniloquent. The streets transitioned from filthy to pristie both halves having invariable popution.

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

  Dad ehe tour at the patial buildi for the most promi and veed individual currently in the whole nation. No edifice I visited came close to this majestic structure. Vak?rr 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 álk?veik appeared like a minnow underh the entrance’s arch as he appeared. He was naked aside from the thick, pilose cape dragging on the floor as he walked dowairs. 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 groue 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 álk?veik lowered and released dad, and dad insuffted his lungs. “I was beginning to think you weren’t ing.” He sed 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 uping expeditiously, and I apologize for the tardiness. Family obligations, some of whivolved recreation aioher, and monsters, and other setbacks got in the way.”

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

  “?v?eyvod mountains closer to ?valfsb?l Valley actually.” Dad gesticuted 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 J?v?k 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 álk?veik’s throat, and his ears fttened. “He was a fine Fenri and soldier. He’ll be greatly missed. Where is his of kin?”

  “?vulk?t, st I heard.”

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

  Everybody turowards the sound of a rollig crowd nearby before dad and the Alpha resumed the talk. My cupisce gradually increased, so I wished he would surcease the colloquy and find vat rooms fast. “If you don’t mind, Prime álk?veik, I reend increased presence of troops he mountains. I fear the drágies are worse than ynosticate.”

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

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

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

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

  “Have you found any rooms, yet?” Prime álk?veik 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 entered while ing here was a bust.”

  “You stay here along with yroup.”

  Dad looked stupefied while hope flourished withihat’s too magnanimous of you; I ’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 ir. It’s also a direct order, my friend.”

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

  Prime álk?veik raised a finger. “One more thing. Everyday while the tour is ongoing will include a feast in the evening for the champions. Everybody is invited, and nudity is absolutely pulsory.” I saw Róstran mask his crestfallen tenance.

  “Whoop! Whoop!” Manasína hollered jodly.

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

  “Between two hundred and three hundred testants vied for the oo mate Ilmur. The first day was a free-for-all until one huwe. That number whittled down to sixty-four. We’re halfway to redug the pool to thirty-twht now.”

  “Aing news and upsets?”

  We rounded a er into another hallway taining statues of previous Alpha Primes, going back to the first Prime, álgúre Jarv?ns?n. Most statues fuheir eres aicles. Prime álk?veik’s spouse walked toward us, and he and her exged amorous oscutions 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 sn uttered after entering another hall.. “Oh yeah. You probably heard by now on who’s a popur favorite as on who will win. Well, those usual suspects didn’t disappoint at all with their adroitness with a bde, but Tjálfí, 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 Vakue and Tórbjore, knog them out.”

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

  “I say Kelm is the most vogue topice his introdu.”

  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 throo the public is prudent? You remain on it for several more years while siring a male heir with your wife. Once he’s mature enough to copute with his future mate, you 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, mase Fenri were on the verge of entering the stairwell, and I reized one of them as dad’s begetter. A pugnacious atmosphere smothered out any friendly traces in the group. Thankfully, no fusildes of words occurred, and we went our separate ways.

  “Believe me, Alpha Brákfur; Faer, my try, and my people are always om when he hands me cards to py with.” We finally ehe se taining guest rooms, and the Alpha Prime stopped aended his hands towards them, waving them around slowly. “This is where you rest while the tour is on. You rex until the feast tonight at six, and there’s a se in the dining room where amorous dyads put on a show. The pair who sistently 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 álk?veik 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 fet about being naked is absolutely mandatory unless you believe sexy habiliment will boost your ces of winning the prize. There’ll be a bell to give everyoen-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 supertive room. We immediately got s 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 cimed their territory before shutting the door. Rapid sounds of doors opening and closing aggrandized my acrity. It had been nearly a week since I st fornicated with my ate husband-to-be surreptitiously, ay for any Direfenri ur Fenri who were horny like me, and my estrus was in its early stages.

  I exuviated my clothes while waiting for the opportunity for destine, iuous sex, ying on the bed that could fortably 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 ted ten minutes between the sonance of individuals maniputing doors, resetting the process when I heard a fresh sound. The duration was agonizing, but I successfully reached the time limit since I st perceive a door shutting, and it came from far away. I peeked both ends of the hall and crept towards my brother’s room, knog on it. The ck of response piqued my solicitousness, and I became fused 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 sed 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 postution is as good as mine,” I answered.

  “I had a predile since my mother’s parturition, and my upbringing envenomed my self-fidence. 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, gestig 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,” Róstraed dismally.

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

  Lárus’s eyes briefly lit up. “Our cssmates in art css had thoughts about the tter 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 plete the current assig in that css.”

  Róstran slightly nodded orue, but this future vocation will have all the elite, and I don’t trust them. You also obfuscated my ie wounds.”

  I saw my sibling exhibit his sign that he cogitated a scheme, stroking his . “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 Rynaki,” Róstran answered.

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

  “You fot I get eres in social situations.”

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

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

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

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

  Lárus scratched under his . “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 chamber, which happeo 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 reticution 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 airred my heat.

  Hrafnir turo us while vigorously bruising ?signís’s her region, ging his domineering expression to a more ral “Anything I help?”

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

  Hrafnir beamed aarded his thrusts to an abeyance. “Gd to hear you’re fag your sternation about being nude in publid I’m fttered you extoll our retionship, Róstran.” He pulled his erect dick out of his wife’s t a her swaying while ambuting closer, taking a sudden interregnum. “Wow.”

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

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

  Lárus shrugged insoutly. “Sure.”

  “I accede your request,” Róstran stammered fervidly.

  Hrafnir huddled around Lárus and Róstran, and I witnessed him pressing the peogether. He got more astonished, and I was, too, and also oversexed. “Faer be damned, Róstran. That’s the rgest cock I’ve seen and handled. It puts mio 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 parison of their balls, but ?signís interrupted them with her muffled voice. I saw her aroused vagina driveling long strands of ar. “You want to see also, love?” She responded affirmatively, and he spun her around and looked at me. “ you hold her in pce, Kaera?”

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

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

  “Mmmfmfmfmfmf,” ?signís uttered. She rapidly, approvingly, and freically shook her head immediately after.

  “I say you have her udation, 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 sy. Not every Fenri in ir has to be suited for crushing boulders into dust with their bare hands. You have ualents and shouldn’t to the standard. We need people who 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 vacilte on being nude around ?signís and I more often. Is there anything else I do?”

  “We’re good,” I answered, heading to the door as Lárus ope. “We’ll let you and ?signís finish your pn for putting on a show tonight.”

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

  “I’m sure you know their responses,” Lárus replied, holding the door. I got ae 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 ambuted our way. Both paused whe closer. I seheir gazes after we walked past them, safely jecturing Róstran was the osure. He was agitated though it was the titilting side, taking rapid breaths.

  “Too much?” Lárus and I uttered synally.

  “Remarkably, nil,” Róstran answered.

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

  Róstran took a deep breath. “Noted.”

  Lárus knocked on the detting quietude as a rea, so he ope. “Hello?”

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

  “Róstran is w up the ce 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 colr in her hand. They wore only jockstraps. Hers was the wonted, mase version, and his was the cy, epie version, and she whistled. “Faer be damned.”

  Dad grinned warmly. “I’m mirthful you’re bating your solicitude of being more casually nude in public more often.” He stuck his thumb out aicuted at mom. “I cur 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, paring 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 titilting at the moment.”

  “Uandable.”

  Mom bent down and ed her hands around Róstran’s cod her s’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 fioug Lárus and had a free hand. “Holy shit.” The circumfereuro its prodigious status whe near his knot. Her stupefied state elohe time she spent toug his dong.

  “You think you 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 cymore. “I know it’s possible for me to tackle one, but you’re such a husky stud that I would never piyone else.” She returo the endowment in her hands, adding his testicles. “To think I would enter this, again, but in a smaller frame.”

  “Sorry, mom,” Róstran articuted, excitedly flustered instead of being timorous from the stimution 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 uping asm. “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 gd you two are ameo 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 es to the boween you three. Is there anything else?”

  “No. Thanks for your input.” Lárus turhe door inward. “We’ll leave you and dad to practice for dionight.” He was about to be the st oo leave, but he paused for a sed. “Iing attire you’re wearing, mom.”

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

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

  There was a trickle of octs vag rooms and heading towards what I presumed was supper. Some were btantly prepared for the scivious test. A few had the pleasure of infming Róstran’s kink. None had any obloquies toward him when we arrived at the final dyad he wao visit.

  Manasína opehe door and bolted out of the rht as we got there and almost collided into me, jumping in fright. “God damn, you three. You sternated 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 eime?”

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

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

  She pointed behind her. “They’re still in there, and there’s a ce 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 baal.”

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

  “Not quite yet” I answered. “Lárus and I are helping Róstra fortable with being nude for dionight, and he wanted you two to be one of the firsts to see him.”

  “Holy shit, Róstran!” Rynaki excimed. “Looks like you’re pag 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?” Rynaki asked passionately. “Everybody’s missing out! I didn’t know penises 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 Rynaki escort his wife to the bed, getting an unobstructed view of his light blue bra and panties. “Niderwear, Rynaki.”

  “Thanks. Ingileif bought them for me from one of mom’s friends.” Rynaki grunted from pulling out of her vagina and releasing the sperm withihe front side revealed his underwear was crotchless, a closer to Róstran and Lárus, kneeling in front of them. “Hope you don’t mind me asking if I touch yenitalia for a bit for better parisons.”

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

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

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

  “It’s alright.”

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

  Faer should fug ate my kismet to the deepest bowels of Salf?egrí’s Realm for letting Lárus and Róstran ejacute over Rynaki. He showered uhe viscid, salty deluge, and they had the reserves to each bukkake an individual solo, though the tter had the advantage.

  “What the?” Rynaki 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 sted for a week. His frame, bra, and panties were mostly white, aended his arms while iing the aftermath. “I guess a quick shower and ge of underwear is in order.”

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

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