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Chapter 65: A Quick Bite

Dad immediately went to Róstran after entering the Alpha Prime’s palace. Róstran sat on the bed with mom beside him, and his mood was calmer. A puissant sting of herbs followed our arrival as Hrafnir and Æsignís showed up with medicine.

“Pardon me,” Hrafnir spoke, squeezing between his siblings and dad.

“How are you doing, Róstran?” Dad inquired

“Better than at the stadium but still feeling queasy,” Róstran answered as Hrafnir stood in front of him.

“Æsignís and I got this to ease his nerves and reduce any nausea. Hopefully this is sufficient.” Hrafnir handed Róstran the broth. “Drink this.”

“Hopefully it’s just all nerves and nothing related to it,” Dad uttered.

Dad’s emphasis on ‘it’ alerted mom. “It? What it?” She catechized.

Dad turned his head back and shut the door. “This does not leave this room. Understand?” He sternly spoke, and everyone nodded. Róstran gave him permission after catching his implicit inquiry. “Róstran is a mage.” I and Lárus feigned stupefaction to blend in. “This is one of the handful of special instances where I won’t hesitate to freely exercise my status, and it is to find any information on magic and magic users as possible. It goes without saying how incredibly rare it is for someone like him to possess an innate aptitude from birth in Canir, so there is a dearth of knowledge in that field. One thing I’m cocksure about is a decent handful of Alphas and advisors expressing desire to expand and enhance the military by accessing mana, the force that powers a mage, and creating a branch dedicated to mages.” He squarely looked at Róstran. “If word reaches them…”

Róstran nodded solemnly. “My kismet is certain.”

“Worse.” Róstran flinched. “Yes, you won’t have any say in how you want your future to go, but you don’t know to what extent. Ideally, I prefer all of my descendants to enjoy the luxury of freedom and being oblivious to the nastiness of politics and war after completing training at a military academy. I’ve been working behind the scenes to position you as a strategist, a role that should be more respected than it gets currently. It matches your strength and nature that satisfies the ukase of military experience. However, and this is where the worst part comes in, the Alphas want mages out in the front lines. You’ll experience the horrors I’ve witnessed. You’ll be responsible in hundreds, if not thousands, of people’s deaths. You’ll be destroyed in more ways than one if Death doesn’t collect you. You see why I was a dogmatic for almost half a year after the second anniversary of your adoption? My jubilance went straight into Faer’s realm when I uncovered that mages can detect other mages and there was a way of obfuscating your mana.”

“I understand, and thanks for protecting me,” Róstran said meekly.

“You’re welcome. Can I ask one favor from you?” Róstran nodded. “Can you describe what happened at the arena?”

“Let’s see. You remember the moments where you projected your minatory, fatherly emanation on Dágfárik, his friends, and Rýnaki?” Dad nodded affirmatively while the two brothers, even Hrafnir, shivered. “I got that feeling but worse and sort of different. It was like I was standing in front of a towering being with ineffable power, like Faer himself. I sensed he was cognizant of my presence but uncertain of my location, but that didn’t stop him from prying. He most unquestionably would’ve found me had you not suggested in my extrication. Now, he’s back to being a blimp, and that has been a obdurate feeling since being in this palace.”

“We’ll maintain that while we’re here. You can stay here for the feast while the rest of us are at the saturnalia. Knowing that Fjöðvar does make an appearance does make me a believe in the pygmy possibility of him attending the event tonight.” Dad looked at me and the rest of the group. “Which one of you wants to deliver the message to Róstran if he materializes or not?”

“I will,” Lárus and I spoke together.

“Alright. You two will be with Róstran within,” dad mentally calculated the time while staring at a clock, “an hour and a half to two hours, delivering the message of if the feast is safe or not. He can decide what to do from there. I’ll assume refusal and will save viands for him if none of you return within ten minutes.”

Everyone hardly took time to prepare for the bacchanal. Only dad took the most time, and that was for opting for a jockstrap that had the word Alpha in the waistband instead of being naked.

The feast was just as grand as before, and there was a theme. Mountains of seafood lined the tables. Varieties of oysters formed the vast bulk of oceanic offerings. I beheld other aphrodisiacs in hefty numbers nearby in the dessert section. This was going to be an orgiastic revelry worthy of a sybarite.

I sat at the assigned table with a heaping plate of shrimp and oysters with a whole lobster as the crown. Bits of shell flew everywhere as I followed other people’s example of cracking lobster. The shrimp and lobster had a snap to their texture, and the oysters easily slid down my throat. I tasted the subtle sweet sapor from the crustaceans and the briny flavor of mollusks. All they really did was aggrandize my craving for red meat.

Lárus’s plate was similar to mine although his bounty had an orange-red sauce on it. I looked at him quizzically out of the corner of my eye when he took his first bite as the spice tickled my nose. As I suspected, his instant reaction was pain. He frantically fanned his gaping mouth and chugged his beverage. I chuckled furtively.

“Fucking Faer! Why do they have this as food at the feast?” Lárus vociferated, wiping his tongue on rag. “My tongue and lips are numb.”

“Where did you find that?” Mom inquired. Lárus pointed her in the right direction. “I’ll be right back.” She returned with a second plate filled with fiery shrimp and happily consumed one whole. “Ah! I love this type of Hu-Janese cuisine.”

Hrafnir and Rýnaki were engrossed in pleasuring their wives rather than ingurgitating their meals. At least Hrafnir and Æsignís made it to the assigned table and sat in the chair. She left her seat vacant and sat on his penis instead. The latter couple were by the bountiful platters although Ingileif and Rýnaki relocated to a more secluded spot to finish procreating.

The entire chamber erupted when the remaining champions appeared, primarily for Þjálfí. The Alpha Prime, his family, and Fjöðvar accompanied them. Þjálfí flirted with the females as usual although the oceanic pabulums had more of his attention.

My jaw hung open asI beheld Þjálfí’s ginormous portion, knowing the gargantuan size he had a couple of hours ago. “How can he devour that much with all the meat from a couple of hours ago still in his stomach?”

“Most likely needs massive quantities to maintain his physique and fuel his constant training,” dad answered.

I watched Þjálfí do something unusual. He went straight to the dessert section. The whole room, more importantly the females, simply vanished in his eyes, and the size of sweet, sugary, chocolatey confections dwarfed the pile of seafood collected earlier He would’ve turned that particular section to a desert if it hadn’t been for the guard intervening, and he chowed down his portion in no time.

“I guess the rumors of his chocoholic-ism is true,” Hrafnir uttered, twisting his spouse’s tits.

“Probably the only force more influential than his oversexed libido,” dad replied.

The dining hall settled with the crowd segregating itself into groups. Þjálfí had his entourage although the chocolate was his soul mate. I discerned Vakörr with him, so Manasína was nearby. Kellam sat with his congregation, and she was there. Other packs coalesced around their respective members, and those that were horny were with Rýnaki and Ingileif.

Only Íkamæn was alone. That was until his upcoming opponent, the cheater, sauntered up to him. The taunts were futile. Even the ruination of his victuals and the resulting mess didn’t break his stoic demeanor. They only inflamed dad instead.

“I’ll either have a late night or an early morning, love” dad growled irascibly.

“That investigation of yours, I take it,” mom replied, and dad nodded. Her mood matched his although not directed at him. “Admirable, but the current champions are untouchable unless they commit murder or equivalent while the tournament is ongoing. Otherwise, I would steer you towards Kellam.”

“They are, but the referee is not. If I act soon enough, then Íkamæn will have an impartial adjudicator, hopefully.”

I found Manasína annoying the peers around our ages with her personality.She was in a jockstrap. Our eyes locked, and she beckoned me to follow her. We went to a bathroom although I was initially perplexed when she avoided the most proximate ones. It had multiple stalls as usual, but it was just us.

“Thanks for following me,” Manasína uttered, looking behind us.

I nodded. “Of course, but what is this clandestine meeting about?”

Satisfied that no prying eyes or eavesdropping are around, Manasína turned her head back. “I’ll be breviloquent. I want you to bring me to an orgasm.”

“For what reason, and you can be garrulous.”

“I’ve been craving copulation with another female ever since Rýnaki mated my sister. Of course, she’s off limits. So, I resorted to other measures like masturbation, but only the real deal can satiate the appetite.” I commiserated with a nod, remembering my struggles with my estrus. “This is the best opportunity since saturnalia will engross everyone.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Manasína moved the front of her jockstrap aside. “Lick or finger my vagina or do whatever you want to make me squirt.” She turned around, bent over, and lifted her tail. “Treat me like a bad bitch, Alpha.”

The last words acted like invisible hands on my tail. I lifted Manasína to where her cunt was at my physiognomy and pinned her against a wall. Her scent reinforced her claim of desperation, and I also tasted it. If only I had a phallus handy to really show her my Alpha-ness.

Manasína clung onto my head with her hands and feet, huffing stentorianly. Her arousal initially ran as fast as I could lap away. Then, her horniness overwhelmed me. Pygmy droplets dripped to the floor. Her nether lips were tight but loose enough for my tongue to wiggle in snugly. The puddle of nectar and slaver grew as the drops turned into long strands.

I was bewitched in the moment, and Manasína didn’t relent in her vocals. My ears twitched, and I flinched in panic as footsteps rapidly approached the bathroom. They sounded committed in entering it. I carried her to a stall and shut the door just in time. The entity entered the one adjoining mine with the same fervor, and I heard him sigh while relieving himself. I stayed absolutely taciturn and palsied, fretting a single shatter could imperil our secret, licentious debauchery. Her fervor said otherwise. She incessantly cajoled me to stimulate her although I stood steadfast, and our eyes locked. She thought this was a game, a very precarious one. The individual left after leaving Manasína and I a mephitic gift behind. I waited until I was cocksure he was far away though I remained in the stall.

I flipped Manasína to where her posterior faced my visage. She clung onto one of the dividers between stalls, my pressure providing support. I reached into her jockstrap and rubbed her folds while tasting the muskiness her crack had to offer. Another puddle formed much quicker than previously. It lubricated my feet, and I had to watch my balance. I feared her vocals would alert someone to our presence, so I shoved my ambrosia-covered fingers into her mouth, and my dry digits took their former spot. Manasína howled, and I winced as her laniaries dug into them. She marked the stall with her nectar, her underwear no match against the force of her ejaculate.

“Thanks for the help,” Manasína spoked as I lowered her to the floor. She saw my arousal. “Want me to requite you?”

As much as that sounded heavenly, my main concern was the time, and I had a penis or two eager to fill me. “Appreciate it, but later. Your father or someone might notice our extended absence and look for us.”

Manasína flicked her tongue. “Fair enough.” She left after eliminating traces of evidence.

I left a few minutes later after stymieing my libido. My timing was perfect. No one at the bacchanal wasn’t searching for me. Only Lárus and most of our pack were aware of my absence.

“Did I miss anything?” I inquired, sitting in my seat.

“Fjöðvar left,” Lárus answered, placing an empty plate onto his stack.

“This is also around the time for you two to check on Róstran and deliver the message to him,” dad added, placing a bone onto his china.

Lárus tilted his head at me. “Time for us to leave.”

“Remember that I’ll assume he refuses if I don’t hear back within ten minutes.”

“We will,” I uttered.

Róstran froze ephemerally in the middle of masturbating when my consanguineous brother and I entered his room. He was in his bra and panties, the rest of his clothes scattered in the chamber. His penis tip only emerged, and he resumed rubbing his sheath phlegmatically. “What’s the report?”

“Fjöðvar is out and about. He was at the orgy but left. As of right now, it’s safe,” Lárus answered.

A bead of pellucid virility extravasate out of Róstran’s urethra. “Tell dad that I prefer to stay here, since Fjöðvar is peripatetic right now.”

I headed toward the door. “I’ll do it this time, Lárus.” I kissed him and stroked both sheaths before leaving.

The banquet turned into an orgy when I arrived, more penises entering orifices than pabulums going to paunches. Only the alleged cozener was at the champion’s table. The rest were unaccounted for. Hrafnir, dad, and their wives fornicated while I delivered the news, and dad said they’ll be done around two hours. So, I collected viands for Róstran.

I retraced my steps but stopped when I encountered Kellam. He was unaware of me, enthralled at artworks depicting Faer’s life. He knelt and supplicated to him. All my instincts dragooned me to vacate. I barely took a few steps when my right hand suddenly felt like it was inside a crocodile’s jaw—minus the piercing fangs.

“Party’s over?” Kellam inquired, his voice sending shivers down my spine as effectively as dad’s aura.

“Too cacophonous,” I answered. Despite his vice grip, I easily dislodged my arm.

“You’re one of Hlédís’s pups.”

“So what if I am?” I retorted bitterly.

Kellam moved closer, and I retreated at an equal pace. “There’s still time for salvation. You probably can sense you don’t which path to choose, but I can shepherd you to it, give you clarity on the right path.”

I was ready to bolt at any second. “I’m cocksure I’m on the right path.”

Kellam wasn’t dissuaded and kept advancing. “Salföðgrí and Faer’s arch-nemesis have deep influence on you. You may think-“

“I said no!” I vociferated.

“Enough, Kellam!” Þjálfí demanded. Before I knew it, he was adjacent to me.

Íkamæn stood on the other side of me. “She’s way beyond your league.”

Kellam moved closer, and Þjálfí undauntedly confronted him and erected hackles. He flinched, paused, and slowly retreated and capitulated. “Believe in what you believe, but Faer has chosen me to be the Alpha Prime. He has blessed me on this path. That title is as good as mine, and I’ll set everyone on the right path once I assume the throne.” He had his back facing us, and his pace quickened a tad. “Enjoy the rest of the feast.”

“The only thing you’re destined for is eating massive shit once you fight me tomorrow,” Þjálfí hollered, and Kellam waved him off dismissively.He faced me next, and his tone reverted to caring. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No,” I stammered. Þjálfí’s body was hotter up close than I thought. His penis would be Lárus’s size if he was erect, and he didn’t deliberately flaunt his physique. “Thanks, you two. Where did you and Íkamæn come from?”

Íkamæn pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “Þjálfí and I were taking a piss when you shouted. You’re sure Kellam did nothing to you?”

“Only perturbed me some.”

“Are you heading back to the party?”

I shook my head. “No. My father wanted me to be with one of my brothers to keep him company. Crowds aren’t his predilection.”

“I see,” Þjálfí responded. “Want me to escort you to his room in case Kellam decides to lurk?”

“I appreciate that. Thanks.” I turned to Íkamæn, who distanced himself. “You can come too.”

Íkamæn flinched with surprise. “Do you really want me to? I believe I’m still unworthy.”

“Yes, and stop saying you’re unworthy because of who you’re related to. You had nothing to do with what your brother and father did to me and came to my rescue from Kellam.”

Íkamæn capitulated. “Then lead the way.”

Chapter 65: A Quick Bite

Dad immediately went to Róstran after entering the Alpha Prime’s palace. Róstran sat on the bed with mom beside him, and his mood was calmer. A puissant sting of herbs followed our arrival as Hrafnir and Æsignís showed up with medicine.

“Pardon me,” Hrafnir spoke, squeezing between his siblings and dad.

“How are you doing, Róstran?” Dad inquired

“Better than at the stadium but still feeling queasy,” Róstran answered as Hrafnir stood in front of him.

“Æsignís and I got this to ease his nerves and reduce any nausea. Hopefully this is sufficient.” Hrafnir handed Róstran the broth. “Drink this.”

“Hopefully it’s just all nerves and nothing related to it,” Dad uttered.

Dad’s emphasis on ‘it’ alerted mom. “It? What it?” She catechized.

Dad turned his head back and shut the door. “This does not leave this room. Understand?” He sternly spoke, and everyone nodded. Róstran gave him permission after catching his implicit inquiry. “Róstran is a mage.” I and Lárus feigned stupefaction to blend in. “This is one of the handful of special instances where I won’t hesitate to freely exercise my status, and it is to find any information on magic and magic users as possible. It goes without saying how incredibly rare it is for someone like him to possess an innate aptitude from birth in Canir, so there is a dearth of knowledge in that field. One thing I’m cocksure about is a decent handful of Alphas and advisors expressing desire to expand and enhance the military by accessing mana, the force that powers a mage, and creating a branch dedicated to mages.” He squarely looked at Róstran. “If word reaches them…”

Róstran nodded solemnly. “My kismet is certain.”

“Worse.” Róstran flinched. “Yes, you won’t have any say in how you want your future to go, but you don’t know to what extent. Ideally, I prefer all of my descendants to enjoy the luxury of freedom and being oblivious to the nastiness of politics and war after completing training at a military academy. I’ve been working behind the scenes to position you as a strategist, a role that should be more respected than it gets currently. It matches your strength and nature that satisfies the ukase of military experience. However, and this is where the worst part comes in, the Alphas want mages out in the front lines. You’ll experience the horrors I’ve witnessed. You’ll be responsible in hundreds, if not thousands, of people’s deaths. You’ll be destroyed in more ways than one if Death doesn’t collect you. You see why I was a dogmatic for almost half a year after the second anniversary of your adoption? My jubilance went straight into Faer’s realm when I uncovered that mages can detect other mages and there was a way of obfuscating your mana.”

“I understand, and thanks for protecting me,” Róstran said meekly.

“You’re welcome. Can I ask one favor from you?” Róstran nodded. “Can you describe what happened at the arena?”

“Let’s see. You remember the moments where you projected your minatory, fatherly emanation on Dágfárik, his friends, and Rýnaki?” Dad nodded affirmatively while the two brothers, even Hrafnir, shivered. “I got that feeling but worse and sort of different. It was like I was standing in front of a towering being with ineffable power, like Faer himself. I sensed he was cognizant of my presence but uncertain of my location, but that didn’t stop him from prying. He most unquestionably would’ve found me had you not suggested in my extrication. Now, he’s back to being a blimp, and that has been a obdurate feeling since being in this palace.”

“We’ll maintain that while we’re here. You can stay here for the feast while the rest of us are at the saturnalia. Knowing that Fjöðvar does make an appearance does make me a believe in the pygmy possibility of him attending the event tonight.” Dad looked at me and the rest of the group. “Which one of you wants to deliver the message to Róstran if he materializes or not?”

“I will,” Lárus and I spoke together.

“Alright. You two will be with Róstran within,” dad mentally calculated the time while staring at a clock, “an hour and a half to two hours, delivering the message of if the feast is safe or not. He can decide what to do from there. I’ll assume refusal and will save viands for him if none of you return within ten minutes.”

Everyone hardly took time to prepare for the bacchanal. Only dad took the most time, and that was for opting for a jockstrap that had the word Alpha in the waistband instead of being naked.

The feast was just as grand as before, and there was a theme. Mountains of seafood lined the tables. Varieties of oysters formed the vast bulk of oceanic offerings. I beheld other aphrodisiacs in hefty numbers nearby in the dessert section. This was going to be an orgiastic revelry worthy of a sybarite.

I sat at the assigned table with a heaping plate of shrimp and oysters with a whole lobster as the crown. Bits of shell flew everywhere as I followed other people’s example of cracking lobster. The shrimp and lobster had a snap to their texture, and the oysters easily slid down my throat. I tasted the subtle sweet sapor from the crustaceans and the briny flavor of mollusks. All they really did was aggrandize my craving for red meat.

Lárus’s plate was similar to mine although his bounty had an orange-red sauce on it. I looked at him quizzically out of the corner of my eye when he took his first bite as the spice tickled my nose. As I suspected, his instant reaction was pain. He frantically fanned his gaping mouth and chugged his beverage. I chuckled furtively.

“Fucking Faer! Why do they have this as food at the feast?” Lárus vociferated, wiping his tongue on rag. “My tongue and lips are numb.”

“Where did you find that?” Mom inquired. Lárus pointed her in the right direction. “I’ll be right back.” She returned with a second plate filled with fiery shrimp and happily consumed one whole. “Ah! I love this type of Hu-Janese cuisine.”

Hrafnir and Rýnaki were engrossed in pleasuring their wives rather than ingurgitating their meals. At least Hrafnir and Æsignís made it to the assigned table and sat in the chair. She left her seat vacant and sat on his penis instead. The latter couple were by the bountiful platters although Ingileif and Rýnaki relocated to a more secluded spot to finish procreating.

The entire chamber erupted when the remaining champions appeared, primarily for Þjálfí. The Alpha Prime, his family, and Fjöðvar accompanied them. Þjálfí flirted with the females as usual although the oceanic pabulums had more of his attention.

My jaw hung open asI beheld Þjálfí’s ginormous portion, knowing the gargantuan size he had a couple of hours ago. “How can he devour that much with all the meat from a couple of hours ago still in his stomach?”

“Most likely needs massive quantities to maintain his physique and fuel his constant training,” dad answered.

I watched Þjálfí do something unusual. He went straight to the dessert section. The whole room, more importantly the females, simply vanished in his eyes, and the size of sweet, sugary, chocolatey confections dwarfed the pile of seafood collected earlier He would’ve turned that particular section to a desert if it hadn’t been for the guard intervening, and he chowed down his portion in no time.

“I guess the rumors of his chocoholic-ism is true,” Hrafnir uttered, twisting his spouse’s tits.

“Probably the only force more influential than his oversexed libido,” dad replied.

The dining hall settled with the crowd segregating itself into groups. Þjálfí had his entourage although the chocolate was his soul mate. I discerned Vakörr with him, so Manasína was nearby. Kellam sat with his congregation, and she was there. Other packs coalesced around their respective members, and those that were horny were with Rýnaki and Ingileif.

Only Íkamæn was alone. That was until his upcoming opponent, the cheater, sauntered up to him. The taunts were futile. Even the ruination of his victuals and the resulting mess didn’t break his stoic demeanor. They only inflamed dad instead.

“I’ll either have a late night or an early morning, love” dad growled irascibly.

“That investigation of yours, I take it,” mom replied, and dad nodded. Her mood matched his although not directed at him. “Admirable, but the current champions are untouchable unless they commit murder or equivalent while the tournament is ongoing. Otherwise, I would steer you towards Kellam.”

“They are, but the referee is not. If I act soon enough, then Íkamæn will have an impartial adjudicator, hopefully.”

I found Manasína annoying the peers around our ages with her personality.She was in a jockstrap. Our eyes locked, and she beckoned me to follow her. We went to a bathroom although I was initially perplexed when she avoided the most proximate ones. It had multiple stalls as usual, but it was just us.

“Thanks for following me,” Manasína uttered, looking behind us.

I nodded. “Of course, but what is this clandestine meeting about?”

Satisfied that no prying eyes or eavesdropping are around, Manasína turned her head back. “I’ll be breviloquent. I want you to bring me to an orgasm.”

“For what reason, and you can be garrulous.”

“I’ve been craving copulation with another female ever since Rýnaki mated my sister. Of course, she’s off limits. So, I resorted to other measures like masturbation, but only the real deal can satiate the appetite.” I commiserated with a nod, remembering my struggles with my estrus. “This is the best opportunity since saturnalia will engross everyone.”

“What do you want me to do?”

Manasína moved the front of her jockstrap aside. “Lick or finger my vagina or do whatever you want to make me squirt.” She turned around, bent over, and lifted her tail. “Treat me like a bad bitch, Alpha.”

The last words acted like invisible hands on my tail. I lifted Manasína to where her cunt was at my physiognomy and pinned her against a wall. Her scent reinforced her claim of desperation, and I also tasted it. If only I had a phallus handy to really show her my Alpha-ness.

Manasína clung onto my head with her hands and feet, huffing stentorianly. Her arousal initially ran as fast as I could lap away. Then, her horniness overwhelmed me. Pygmy droplets dripped to the floor. Her nether lips were tight but loose enough for my tongue to wiggle in snugly. The puddle of nectar and slaver grew as the drops turned into long strands.

I was bewitched in the moment, and Manasína didn’t relent in her vocals. My ears twitched, and I flinched in panic as footsteps rapidly approached the bathroom. They sounded committed in entering it. I carried her to a stall and shut the door just in time. The entity entered the one adjoining mine with the same fervor, and I heard him sigh while relieving himself. I stayed absolutely taciturn and palsied, fretting a single shatter could imperil our secret, licentious debauchery. Her fervor said otherwise. She incessantly cajoled me to stimulate her although I stood steadfast, and our eyes locked. She thought this was a game, a very precarious one. The individual left after leaving Manasína and I a mephitic gift behind. I waited until I was cocksure he was far away though I remained in the stall.

I flipped Manasína to where her posterior faced my visage. She clung onto one of the dividers between stalls, my pressure providing support. I reached into her jockstrap and rubbed her folds while tasting the muskiness her crack had to offer. Another puddle formed much quicker than previously. It lubricated my feet, and I had to watch my balance. I feared her vocals would alert someone to our presence, so I shoved my ambrosia-covered fingers into her mouth, and my dry digits took their former spot. Manasína howled, and I winced as her laniaries dug into them. She marked the stall with her nectar, her underwear no match against the force of her ejaculate.

“Thanks for the help,” Manasína spoked as I lowered her to the floor. She saw my arousal. “Want me to requite you?”

As much as that sounded heavenly, my main concern was the time, and I had a penis or two eager to fill me. “Appreciate it, but later. Your father or someone might notice our extended absence and look for us.”

Manasína flicked her tongue. “Fair enough.” She left after eliminating traces of evidence.

I left a few minutes later after stymieing my libido. My timing was perfect. No one at the bacchanal wasn’t searching for me. Only Lárus and most of our pack were aware of my absence.

“Did I miss anything?” I inquired, sitting in my seat.

“Fjöðvar left,” Lárus answered, placing an empty plate onto his stack.

“This is also around the time for you two to check on Róstran and deliver the message to him,” dad added, placing a bone onto his china.

Lárus tilted his head at me. “Time for us to leave.”

“Remember that I’ll assume he refuses if I don’t hear back within ten minutes.”

“We will,” I uttered.

Róstran froze ephemerally in the middle of masturbating when my consanguineous brother and I entered his room. He was in his bra and panties, the rest of his clothes scattered in the chamber. His penis tip only emerged, and he resumed rubbing his sheath phlegmatically. “What’s the report?”

“Fjöðvar is out and about. He was at the orgy but left. As of right now, it’s safe,” Lárus answered.

A bead of pellucid virility extravasate out of Róstran’s urethra. “Tell dad that I prefer to stay here, since Fjöðvar is peripatetic right now.”

I headed toward the door. “I’ll do it this time, Lárus.” I kissed him and stroked both sheaths before leaving.

The banquet turned into an orgy when I arrived, more penises entering orifices than pabulums going to paunches. Only the alleged cozener was at the champion’s table. The rest were unaccounted for. Hrafnir, dad, and their wives fornicated while I delivered the news, and dad said they’ll be done around two hours. So, I collected viands for Róstran.

I retraced my steps but stopped when I encountered Kellam. He was unaware of me, enthralled at artworks depicting Faer’s life. He knelt and supplicated to him. All my instincts dragooned me to vacate. I barely took a few steps when my right hand suddenly felt like it was inside a crocodile’s jaw—minus the piercing fangs.

“Party’s over?” Kellam inquired, his voice sending shivers down my spine as effectively as dad’s aura.

“Too cacophonous,” I answered. Despite his vice grip, I easily dislodged my arm.

“You’re one of Hlédís’s pups.”

“So what if I am?” I retorted bitterly.

Kellam moved closer, and I retreated at an equal pace. “There’s still time for salvation. You probably can sense you don’t which path to choose, but I can shepherd you to it, give you clarity on the right path.”

I was ready to bolt at any second. “I’m cocksure I’m on the right path.”

Kellam wasn’t dissuaded and kept advancing. “Salföðgrí and Faer’s arch-nemesis have deep influence on you. You may think-“

“I said no!” I vociferated.

“Enough, Kellam!” Þjálfí demanded. Before I knew it, he was adjacent to me.

Íkamæn stood on the other side of me. “She’s way beyond your league.”

Kellam moved closer, and Þjálfí undauntedly confronted him and erected hackles. He flinched, paused, and slowly retreated and capitulated. “Believe in what you believe, but Faer has chosen me to be the Alpha Prime. He has blessed me on this path. That title is as good as mine, and I’ll set everyone on the right path once I assume the throne.” He had his back facing us, and his pace quickened a tad. “Enjoy the rest of the feast.”

“The only thing you’re destined for is eating massive shit once you fight me tomorrow,” Þjálfí hollered, and Kellam waved him off dismissively.He faced me next, and his tone reverted to caring. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No,” I stammered. Þjálfí’s body was hotter up close than I thought. His penis would be Lárus’s size if he was erect, and he didn’t deliberately flaunt his physique. “Thanks, you two. Where did you and Íkamæn come from?”

Íkamæn pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “Þjálfí and I were taking a piss when you shouted. You’re sure Kellam did nothing to you?”

“Only perturbed me some.”

“Are you heading back to the party?”

I shook my head. “No. My father wanted me to be with one of my brothers to keep him company. Crowds aren’t his predilection.”

“I see,” Þjálfí responded. “Want me to escort you to his room in case Kellam decides to lurk?”

“I appreciate that. Thanks.” I turned to Íkamæn, who distanced himself. “You can come too.”

Íkamæn flinched with surprise. “Do you really want me to? I believe I’m still unworthy.”

“Yes, and stop saying you’re unworthy because of who you’re related to. You had nothing to do with what your brother and father did to me and came to my rescue from Kellam.”

Íkamæn capitulated. “Then lead the way.”