Promises Chapter One
#1 of Promises
WARNING this story contains both incest and sexual content. Also there may be course language. If you are not of the right age to be viewing this story than what the fuck are you doing on this site? That is all.
Loudly the big clock in the village square struck the toll of three. The sun hung high in the sky, basking the lands in it's radiance and warmth. A chilly breeze blew over the fields of snowy heaven. It was a normal winter day in the small town of Loke. Pedestrians walked down the sidewalks hurriedly, carrying their parcels of gifts and treats for the upcoming holidays. Everyone varied in size and species. Yet the majority of the population was lupines. Not that minorities were a small thing in this town, but wolves had been the first to settle this area and were thus the most common. The town had a colorful history. In the late 2600's it had been the subject to a series of Martonis Hunts. The Martonis were the most feared and loathed of creatures in the country. They were a form of specie that had come when the space ports had been created. The species had the uncanny ability to read minds and occasionally a rather nasty one would appear. A specific Martonis, named Shikaru, was the reason for the Martonis Hunts. He had used his ability to start a cult, molding the minds of young teens to do his will. These brainwashed furs were named Martines. They had been blind servants that carried out the dirty deeds of Shikaru. Yet the devious Martonis and his disciples had been killed a century ago, hung in the gallows, and with his last breath Shikaru told the angry villagers that one day he would return and seek his vengeance. The Space Immigration Pact had banned all Martonis from coming to Gaia, which was the name of the planet. Every year the Martonis Festival was held in memory of the Martonis Hunts. So forgotten was the fear of these forbidden people, that the young furs would dress as the creatures and run around, playing games and having a good time. Yet this year something different would happen. Martonis always keep their promises....
Shadow was at home, sitting on his couch watching the headset. The single eye piece rested over his right eye, playing his favorite program as the adjoined ear bud whispered the sounds of the show into his ear. This teenager was of the ripe of nineteen. He was lean and muscular, and a wolf at that. His fur was a pitch black, thus where his name came from. Deep green eyes watched the miniature television silently. A smile came across his lips whenever a joke was made. The day had been boring so far. Shadow had been too lazy to get dressed, so he sat there exposed to the world.
Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. A female rested her head atop his shoulder. "Whatcha watching little bro?"
Shadow quickly shut off the headset and looked back at his older sister. Neither he nor her seemed disturbed by his lack of clothes. In fact, she was wearing only a black thong, which left little to the imagination. Her fur was a rich cream color and her eyes a soft blue. Almost instantly Shadow felt himself stiffen in his sheath at the sight of his naked sister. Seeing this, the older girl smiled.
"You naughty boy, getting a boner off your own sister."
"Oh come on Clarrise. Don't tell me you don't like it. Remember the other night?"
The older wolfess simply blushed and gently punched her brother's shoulder.
"Hey, my vibrator ran out of juice. Besides..." Slowly she paused to reach forth and stroke Shadow's sheath, coaxing his long endowments out. "...your cock was so good."
Softly the male murred and let his eyes shut. His sister's fingers wrapped around his dick, slowly teasing more and more of the shaft from it's hiding place. With a playful growl he pulled her over the back of the couch, causing her to meep in surprise. Gently he pinned her to the couch, lapping at her stiffening nipples that adorned her firm breasts.
Clarrise let out a soft moan and spread her legs invitingly to her brother. Instantly he was hit with a wall of scent. It was apparent she had been planning on this. With a grin his hands moved to her bare rump, slowly sliding down the thongs. Shadow's eyes were met with a very pleasuring sight. His sister's pussy was shaved bare so as to allow easy penetration. Her nether lips were glistening with her arousal. The male's cock throbbed and practically begged to be thrust into his sibling. Already his knot was forming at the base of his cock.
"Well are you just going to stare or are you going to put that cock in me?"
With a grin he grabbed her hips. Swiftly he answered her question, Clarrise moaning out in pleasure at his decision. Quickly Shadow thrust his member into her cunt with one thrust. Almost instantly he began a rough pace, his deep red cock thrusting up to the knot and out to the tip over and over. It wasn't long until the female wolf howled out and showered that thick wolf meat in her nectar. Shadow grinned and thrust wildly, his own orgasm nearing. At the last moment he pulled out his throbbing dick, shooting gallons of cum onto the arm of the couch and all over his sister. The female grinned as the hot liquid bathed all over her.
"Mmmm that was good bro."
Shadow smiled and nodded, panting too heavily to breath. Gently he lapped his sister
s cheek.
"You better go get cleaned up. The festival starts in a few hours."
Clarrise smiled and nodded. She rose and went to leave the room, but not before giving her little brother a playful spank. Shadow jumped and grinned. Slowly he went to his room and cranked his stereo system. The latest song from his favorite metal band blasted from the subwoofer as he got dressed. Quickly he pulled on some boxers followed by a loose pair of black pants and a tight shirt that clung to his chest muscles of the same color. Once he was dressed he walked out of the house, leaving his music playing.
Happily Shadow walked down the street, waving to a few people he knew. Everyone said hi to him as he walked into the local tavern. The drinking age is Loke was seventeen so it was legal for him to have a little bit of alcohol if he choose to. With a smile he ordered a vodka shot. After receiving the small glass and putting a bit of salt on his tongue, the wolven downed the drink. For a moment he shivered from the strength of the shot but it soon passed. By the time the second shot was down someone sat beside him.
"Hey big boy, you look sexy in that shirt. Wanna go to the festival with me?"
Shadow looked over to see who owned the voice that had made such an offer. It was Mark, his friend. Even though the fox was gay, the two were good friends. Playfully Shadow raised a full shot glass.
"Not even thirty of these would get me drunk enough to accept that offer."
With a shrug the fox smiled and rested his hand on his head, leaning into the counter.
"You can't blame a guy for trying can you?"
Quickly Shadow downed his third shot and shook his head.
"Nope, that I can't. So you going to the festival alone I take it?"
"Sadly yes. There's no hot guys in this damn town. Well besides for you, but you're to focused on the puss to be bi even."
With a grin Shadow set the money for the drinks down and rose. He began to walk off, feeling rather happy.
"Maybe one of these days."
The wolven left the tavern, leaving a very confused fox. Quickly Mark leapt up and chased after his childhood friend.
"Hey wait! What does that mean?"
Soon Mark caught up to his chuckling friend. The two exchanged a bit of gossip and jokes as they walked to the festival grounds. The workers were setting up. A few of the furs they knew.
"Hey Juan."
Shadow spoke this to a rather large dragon. The creature had scales of a white hue. He raised his hand in a wave in greetings.
"Hey Shadow, Mark. You too finally going out?"
Shadow chuckled and thrust his thumb back at Mark.
"He only wishes."
Mark pouted playfully.
"That I do."
"Well there's always me Mark." The dragon smiled broadly at the fox who rubbed his rear at the mere thought.
"Um Shadow don't we have to go to that place?"
Both the wolf and dragon chuckled at the fox's hastily increased pace.
"See you at the festival Juan."
"Later Shadow."
Mark and Shadow walked around town for a while. They soon found themselves drifting towards the woods. In those woods was where Shikaru and his disciples had been hung. Mark grinned and looked at the trees
"Hey let's go look at the gallows."
"Fuck that Mark."
"Oh come on Shadow."
"No way man, you know I don't like it in there."
After a few taunts from Mark, Shadow gave in. Without a word he gave his friend a shove and walked into the trees, the fox right behind him. The two walked through the towering trees for a moment until the came to a clearing. There the gallows stood as they had over a century ago. Oddly the wood never rotted or scarred. Even more scary was a pool of blood on the deck of the gallows that had never dried up. Several myths tried to explain this phenomenon.
Shadow thought he heard someone move behind him but thought nothing of it.
"See Mark, nothing out of the ordinary."
He turned to face his friend but saw him no where. The wolf took a step forward and felt the breath of someone on the back of his neck. Quickly he spun to face the unknown, yet before he could face the hidden fur, something hard struck the back of his head and he crumpled to the ground.