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Chapter 63: Motherly Love

(Jukush 17th, Year 666 of the 4th Age)

Sore couldn’t come close to what my body felt upon waking up. I was also the lightest of the heavy-sleepers as Lárus spooned Róstran. I blamed my dream. My muscles yelled at me with every movement I made in my limbs and elsewhere. A hot, therapeutic bath was in order, and there was one I had special access to nearby. It could assist in clearing my head. I left the two in bed and silently left the room. From there, my pace quickened, and I was unbothered about anyone descrying me in my jockstrap.

The door had a special notice by the Alpha Prime attached to it, detailing how his ukase allowed me and my family special, sole reservations to it for yesterday, today, and pretty much for the duration of the tournament, and he added no disturbances unless in emergency situations, in which they should knock loudly for five seconds, three times in ten-second intervals. I entered and followed the other command, which was to mark the room as occupied if me or anyone in the group were inside. The pool was vacant, perfect for my thoughts. I waded into the water, swam a couple of laps, did a couple more underwater, and floated on my back. I cogitated on the persistent dream. What were those other silhouettes about? Why did the fire appear, and why did they move further into it? Why did I always end up in a cold sweat?

A figure out of the corner of my eye caught my attention, and my feet touched the floor. Mom shut the door and ambulated to the pool. She was only in a jockstrap just like me. A warm smile greeted me.

“Morning, sweetheart,” she spoke.

“Morning, mom,” I responded. “Didn’t expect you up this early.”

“I can say that about you, too.” Mom sat on the edge with her feet dangling in the water. “I have a strong proclivity of taking an early dip. It gives me time to myself and a chance to meditate.”

“I’ll give you some privacy, then.”

Mom entered the pool and propelled herself off the wall. “You can stay if you wish. You looked like you were deep in thought.”

I watched her do backstrokes and thought about the derision I perceived, reliving moments where it manifested in the public’s vocals and actions. The internal struggle of letting her know or keep it to myself was fifty-fifty until the advantage slowly tilted to the former. “I’ve been feeling confused lately.”

Mom paused and floated on her back. “About what?”

“Life in general. More specifically what I want to do with my life, my Mating Ceremony, and yesterday.”

“The first two are easier to explain, hopefully. All Fenri will go to a military academy right after completing school and their Mating Ceremony. They will spend at least two years to get them ready for combat in case one or more countries declare war on us, again. Some will go on to make a career out of the military and a scant handful, like Brákfur, will be quite successful. Most will settle being in the reserves. Typically, females elect to tend to the house and pups, but that’s not the only option. There’s more schooling with jobs associated with it or go with a job immediately if being at home will drive you crazy.”

“I know I’ll go insane if I handle more education.”

My response got a chuckle out of mom. “That’s one thing you’re certain.”

“True, but beyond that lies an enigmatic abyss, and no matter what I do, I always seem to end up on the path to ruin.” It didn’t help that society had no qualms expressing opprobrium at me even if I didn’t partake in the taboo. It appeared they wanted me back in the shack and stay there or suffer the fate meant for the worst of the worst. “Am I a wolf?”

Mom froze and stood on her feet. “Who said that to you?” She asked sternly, and I detected a tinge of rancor from her.

Her response startled me awake. “Kellam and his denomination “

“That’s rich,” she barked bitterly. “He needs to take a hard look at a mirror. His words don’t mean anything. You’re not a wolf.”

“He’s not the only one, though. I don’t know about you, but I still get a sense from society that we are wolves regardless of you having sex with an Alpha like Brákfur during your Mating Ceremony. I see it in their eyes that will love nothing more than denying us services and bring us back to the shack-days if the edicts, and possibly dad, weren’t in the way. Originally, it was primarily from you, but the incident with Gellir made it fifty-fifty between you and me or skewed the opprobrium towards me instead. Then, there are those that consider our faith inferior, so our diaspora is a target.”

“Faer considers Fenri like us as equal as the mainstream populace.”

“Does he, though?” I looked towards the welkin. Sorry, Faer.

Mom appeared aghast. “You don’t mean that.”

“Think about it. There are numerous sects that have different interpretations of him because he can’t speak directly. One claims this action is fine with him while another says the exact opposite. Some, like the Church of the Red Wolf, believe their congregation is the truest path and the rest are destined to Salföðgrí’s Realm or be devoured by his arch nemesis, the Three-Mouthed Wolf. Elucidate the inconsistencies.”

“The belief that one or more of the paths are truest is due to how perfervid Fenri are. They’re in a race that has no leaderboard. As for approving or disapproving actions,” mom tapped her left cheek repeatedly, “that one is tougher to explain. One thing they all have in common is they abhor murder, the Forbidden Five, and the like.”

“So, our souls are damned from yesterday, particularly mine.”

“That day did push the boundaries to the absolute limit. Your father meant what he said about not opening up another opportunity after the special duration ends and to keep it in absolute secret.”

But that was also when I felt most at peace, I thought. “Yesterday was also where the bulk of my confusion came from. At least half of me was shocked, and still is, how amicable I was when I partook or watched female-on-female action. Penises turn me, too, but shouldn’t I naturally and absolutely detest copulating with another female since that falls under the Forbidden Five?”

“You’re at a stage where you’re easily swayed by Salföðgrí’s Sirens. Have you had dreams where there’s nothing but fire and no matter what you do you always end up in it?”

“Yes,” I vociferated quickly.

“That’s your body trying to resist their calls. Listen to it. Don’t make the same mistake I did.”

“Have you thought about starting anew in a different country like Aeyis if your second chance didn’t work at all?”

“And deal with the air so thick and soupy that you practically swim in it instead of walk, no thanks,” mom spoke disdainfully. “Akuvöllur is where my tolerance extends to. Even if there is a country amicable towards Fenri that I wouldn’t mind living in, I still would stay in Canir. I consider expatriation as execrable as treason. It’s like you’re saying you don’t consider yourself worthy of being called a Fenri.”

“Even if Canir’s citizens has upmost condescension towards you?”

“Even that shouldn’t be enough for you to abandon Faer. Exile from an Alpha or the Alpha Prime is a disparate manner entirely.”

Mom and I stood in the water in silence, and she steadily pulled me in for an osculation. It was an amorous kiss meant between lovers who were in the early stages of fornication. I recoiled in surprise though I remained in her embrace. “Mom.”

“What?”

“You’re treading real close to perilous territory,” I warned her though I wished she didn’t heed it.

“And would you stop me if I wanted to enter it?

Holy shit, she wants sex with me! I thought. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with any of the Forbidden Five.”

Mom accentuated her intention by pressing her right hand on my jockstrap and cunt and having me touch her breasts. “Today’s the exception since the special opportunity is in effect right now, and we’re alone, so why not make up for the lack of attention from yesterday if you’re up for it.”

“Yes, I am, mom.”

Mom chuckled. “And let’s get extra naughty for this occasion, Kaera. Refer to me by my name.”

My cheeks were roseate. Mom wanted us to pretend we were ordinary females and not mother and daughter. “Ok, Hlédís.”

“That’s my girl.”

The sweet taste ofHlédís’s lips enveloped my tastebuds as we kissed. Immediately, her fingers went into my jockstrap, my digits went inside her jockstrap, and we rubbed each other’s vulva. She was warm and wet, and it wasn’t from being in the pool. Her nectar was distinct from the water on my fingers, and her concupiscence is through the roof. My horny libido was at that level, too.

My instinct suddenly took over my vagina, dragooning it to clench on Hlédís’s fingers when they went in. They explored every crevice my moist tunnel had within, eliciting every pant and huff from my lungs. I couldn’t replicate it in her vagina. I only had her g-spot and clitoris to make her squirm whereas she had an entire array to exploit on me. She got hotter and wetter. Her twat tightened. It remained this tight even with all the times I saw or didn’t beheld a penis enter inside, and residuums of semen clung to my fingers. Was mine just as constricted as hers?

Hlédís targeted my boobs Her teeth tugged my teats and got them erect, which she promptly flicked with her tongue. I stopped fingering her and wrapped my arms around her, and she reciprocated. My breasts smothered her, and I squirmed when she blew them. She exerted more effort on them than my muliebrity. They were sore and appeared I was nursing pups. The only missing parts were my secondary mammillae revealing themselves and the lactation. I wanted her to give them a caesura, but she gave me so much titillation that I couldn’t speak but moan instead. She was on a level I couldn’t match.

Before I realized it, my back was against the edge, and Hlédís slowly kissed and licked down my physique. Her head went underwater. I sensed my jockstrap move. Then, her tongue covered my vulva, traveling from near my anus to my clitoris. Heavy strokes sent jolts up my spine. I grinded my hips over her visage. As usual, she demonstrated her adroitness. I was cocksure she got me exuding puissant, sacchariferous nectar the pool water couldn’t dilute. My vagina contracted rapidly as the brisk flicks of her tongue tickled my clit, labia, and vulva, and she wasn’t satiated.

Hlédís sunk her cuspids on my mound and wiggled her tongue deep into my vagina, teasing my cervix. Lárus should take notes on how to orally pleasure me once I tell him. It would aggrandize his superb skill even more. Her tongue mimicked her fingers, touching all the sensitive, erogenous crevices that were hard to reach and also my g-spot. My cunt locked her organ in place and flooded her face with arousal as my orgasm came, and bubbles popped on the surface.

Hlédís surfaced and rested adjacent to me. “Your turn.”

I submerged, moved Hlédís’s jockstrap aside and touched her pussy with my tongue. The water was no match against the scent and sapor of her ambrosia. It was redolent of her estrus although she was in total control, so the horniness wasn’t from her cycle. Still, it tasted delectable, so I got multitudinous portions. I focused on the shallow end, licking her vulva and barely entering her vagina to get her labia. Her vagina contracted fugaciously when I rapidly tickled her clit.

I went further south to my next target. Her pink ring was prime for the taking. The gamey sapor was as puissant as her nectar, and her body reacted to my tongue. She made her taint more readily accessible, showing her receptiveness. The wet sensation gave way to the arid nature of her rectum when I went deeper and anchored my teeth on her rump, and her receptivity grew. The walls contracted firmly on my tongue, and she rubbed her ass on my entire visage. Good. The variety made up my lack of sapience and thorough knowledge of her slit or any vagina in general.

I commixed the flavors of muliebrity and asshole a plethora of times until Hlédís pressed my head against her pussy. I perceived the orgasmic shockwaves and sacchariferous surges on my tongue that was deep within her. I did my job at least. She had other plans. I waited for her to release me once her orgasm evanesced. However, she held me with the same intensity, vigorously gyrating her hips on my muzzle. I had air in my lungs, so I pleasured her some more, teasing her clitoris with my laniaries. The gyrations slowed to a standstill after a minute although freedom remained in perpetuity, and my supply was dangerously modicum. The datum would’ve titillated me if it was reinforced with proper warning.

Then, I got a fresh taste of bitterness. A steady stream shot from her urethra, and my lips and her folds formed a perfect seal. Each second of imbibing urine dwindled my critically low air reserve, making the duration feel sempiternal. I kept on believing she exhausted her bladder only for her to prove me wrong repeatedly. She must’ve resisted the urge to micturate from the saturnalia yesterday for her to piss this long-a lifetime in my perspective- without relenting on the flow’s pressure. I frenetically tapped her for attention. She granted me clemency, and I surfaced, gulping the residuum of urine in my mouth and gasping for air.

“I’m not done, yet,” Hlédís uttered, and I got view of her jockstrap-framed fundament as she hoisted herself out of the pool.

“Something tells you won’t be satiated for many rounds,” I responded, lifting myself out of the water.

Hlédís pointed in front of her and parted her jockstrap. “Sit here.”

“You’re not done, I take it.”

“Nope,” she immediately responded, shaking her head. “My bladder is still full.”

I raised an eyebrow “Isn’t urinating on each other how couples show they completed the Mating Ceremony? Wouldn’t your scent stick on me and jeopardize us?”

“If we don’t get a regular shower within an hour after the initial stream.” Hlédís gestured to the pool behind her. “Which we have the proper source of doing so.”

I planted my ass between her legs and looked at Hlédís’s cunt. “You’re a risk-taker even with your past.”

“I’m very cautious now, but I do relish that spice. Brákfur has satiated me quite well, but I’ve been wanting to try it for a while. I wouldn’t let this opportunity slide when he announced it yesterday.” She exposed her two holes behind her folds. “Get ready. I’ll even let you reciprocate once I empty my bladder.”

I tilted my head back and shut my eyes. Warm piss landed on my physiognomy and flowed down my body, marking me as Hlédís’s mate for the hour. My quim had the urge to micturate from the sensation. The bitter taste of urine pooled in my mouth before she moved the stream to my boobs and belly. I swallowed it as she further soaked me and my jockstrap, giving me another dose to ingurgitate.

I would’ve gulped all of the pee if it hadn’t been for Lárus, who was naked, showing up suddenly. Instead, I spit a couple of remaining gulps in surprise. “Lárus!”

Hlédís was not perturbed at the intrusion. She remained squatted and continue to urinate on me with zero hesitations. “Morning, Lárus.”

Lárus froze in stupefaction while she nonchalantly imbued my fur with more of her musky piss. “Did I miss something?”

“No. In fact, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Why?” His penis protruded a bit.

“I feel guilty of not giving more of my love to you and Kaera yesterday and want to rectify it. Thankfully, the special occasion remains valid today.”

Lárus raised his eyebrows. “And making the whole country know you and Kaera are mates is valid?”

Hlédís surceased ephemerally, shifted her body slightly, and gave me round three of urine. “For around a whole hour, yes. We will wash the urine away before the hour passes, and no one will be the wiser. Until then, you can indulge your ultimate fantasy of having your mother and sister in your harem, mighty Alpha.” There was hesitation inside Lárus although she sensed more in him. “This has you turned on.” She spread her musky stream over me. “You want Kaera as your mate. I can see it. It must drive you mad to witness me take that position” She goaded him more and more, and his resistance faltered at the exact pace, coinciding with her bladder finally void. “Then have both of us, Lárus.”

Lárus walked up to Hlédís, his demeanor that of a dominant Alpha or of someone who just teased his tail.“You want a spot along Kaera in my harem?”

Hlédís nodded. “Indeed, Lárus. I’m all yours for you to do as you see fit for just this moment.”

Lárus forced her to her knees, mimicking Róstran. “Then, I’m going to breed the fuck out of you to where you’ll question if you should’ve mated with me instead of him, mom.”

She cracked a smile. “Call me Hlédís, and I did promise Kaera to reciprocate after I finish peeing on her.”

“Alright.” Lárus grabbed ahold of his cock and aimed at Hlédís. “Gives me a chance to relieve myself, too.”

I stood beside Lárus, parted my underwear, and spread my nether lips. Two golden streams landed in the same spot though he quickly guided his share to other areas on Hlédís. She behaved like taking an actual shower and scrubbed all the pee deep into her fur, humming one of Janas Dyser’s songs.Plenty of our fluids went into her mouth and down her throat. She went for his cock, sucking the pee straight from his tap. He relaxed and sighed, and the flow aggrandized, some bursting out of her lips and puffy cheeks.

I went behind Hlédís and suffused her back with my scent, wiggling my nether region to spread it. I furtively sent some strays at Lárus. He looked at me, and I feigned innocence while peeing on her. Another fusillade went his way when I presupposed the time was right. Again, I acted normal. The third time was different.

I sensed a swift, bitter splash on my lips and beheld Lárus micturating on Hlédís’ head, not even trying to obfuscate his impish demeanor. I discharged another round, and he immediately requited me. Back and forth, we went. Then, he exploited his innate advantage. He stopped pissing on her and became agile. My adjustments were sluggish as he bounced to random spots. I missed him several times.

“Hold still, Lárus!” I vociferated.

Lárus hit me with more of his urine. “I thought you pissed like a male!”

I snarled. He and I promised to be mates for life, but our sibling rivalry manifested. “I wasn’t born with a penis!”

Lárus gripped his dick and wiggled it as if he wanted to mock me“You should think about that next time.”

“I hope you two didn’t drain all of your bladders. I want more,” Hlédís interrupted.

We turned our heads to her. “I have a little bit left,” Lárus responded.

“Same,” I added.

Lárus got behind Hlédís and had kinky thoughts. He eased his pecker into her taint while I pissed on her head. She jolted and turned at him, and I beheld and heard a puddle form at her rear. “Didn’t know you were that kinky, Lárus,” she uttered.

“It’s more of an experiment I wanted to test,” Lárus replied, appearing relieved. “And I conclude a male can stick his penis and piss inside someone’s butt.”

“I don’t recall perceiving this sort of sensation before,” Hlédís responded as I resumed secreting the remaining urine all over her. Lárus pulled out once he finished, and the pee trapped in her rectum gushed out. She sat on her rump and removed her jockstrap, tossing it into the pool. “Now, we have around an hour to spread our scent around before we need to wash it off.” She lifted her legs up and presented her snatch to him, spreading her folds. “Alright, Lárus, you can stick your penis into my vagina and ejaculate into my uterus if you wish.”

Lárus took the invitation without qualms. “I’ll do more than that, Hlédís. I’ll take Brákfur’s spot as your mate.” He aimed his phallus at her quim, stopping just short of entering her. “If only he can be here to witness how a true Alpha treats his mate.”

I sensed a tinged of jealousy as Lárus treated Hlédís similarly to our first time, slowly and steadily entering her while holding her close in his arms. The subsequent thrusts had vigor to them, and the drastic escalation was instantaneous. Naturally, they delighted her, and she expressed her adulation vocally as he nursed on her left breast. He took advantage of her genuine permission. I tossed my underwear into the pool and rubbed my folds at the show. They rolled over, and she was on top straddling him. I looked at my breasts and fondled them while she rolled her perfectly-sized melons in her hands, and he held her hips. The control remained his, her pussy expanding and contracting to the movements of his maleness, and their eyes and smiles connected.

An opening presented itself when Lárus and Hlédís changed positions for however many times this made. I noticed the party items from yesterday were present. Her exposed anus winked at me. I attached a strap-on and went in, sensing her gaze. My speed matched his although my thrusts had more ‘oomph’ to them. We had the simultaneous idea of acting like pups. I had one of her boobs and he had the other, and we suckled her nipples only for her to not lactate.

Our bond as siblings reared its head again. Lárus upped his vigor and aggrandized his thrusts further when I exceeded him. Hlédís showed no indicators of agony. Instead, she goaded us to keep the competition going. “Harder, you two! Make me your mate!” She vociferated. We went as hard as we could without tapping into our hidden reserves. Our contest remained as strong as ever, so we improvised ways to prove who was the roughest to her. Scratches and bite marks appear on her. Her hair needed attention once she had the time. She looked like she survived an attack by wild animals and was euphoric. A puddle formed around our nether regions.

“I’m right there! I’m gonna cuuuuummmm!” Hlédís howled, and the howl turned feral once the orgasm came. Milky white, thick batter commixed with nectar as he yelled too. He resumed pounding her once it faded. “Lárus!” She drawled out jocundly.

“You said I can fill your pussy as much as I want,” he spoked, pinning Hlédís against his physique. “And I intend on filling you with my cum, Hlédís!”

“Go for it!”

The two were insatiable. Lárus meant what he said of injecting his seed into her womb. He did so multitudinous times to where a tumescence formed on her belly even though the dam was wide open. She expressed, verbally and nonverbally, nothing about having enough yet. The positions changed, and I eventually lost access to her pucker, so she sucked my artificial penis. The contest went from me and him pleasuring her the most to which of the two had the largest appetite. It was a dead tie so far, and I knew both of them sufficiently to where I vacillated between them fugaciously. Róstran could outlast them for sure, I thought. It was only the fact all of us needed to wash the stench of piss out of our fur that prompted the stalemate.

I thought the competition was back on when Hlédís grabbed ahold of Lárus’s family jewels underwater. “Your testicles still have at least a round left in them,” she uttered, licking her lips.

“I will need time to charge,” Lárus huffed, relishing the touches.

“Kaera and I will warm you up.” She inhaled and went underwater.

I followed Hlédís’s lead, and we treated Lárus’s genitals like Alpha Primes. His sheath had accommodating space for our tongues. The flavor of his virility and salty counteracted the pool.It was a win-win situation. We savored his essence, and his cock wouldn’t need another wash.

The share gradually went from fifty-fifty to being one-sided. Lárus’s huge log emerged. Hlédís and I licked it all over and took turns sucking the tip. She relegated me to less and less sections on it to where she fellated and deep-throated him all by herself. His testicles soon took up space in her muzzle. I had his anus all to myself. I went all in and anchored myself on it, feeling the dry cavern clamp tightly on my tongue. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me closer to her. Our nether lips were kissing each other, and she grinded on me. Every bump on my clitoris had minor, rapturous eruptions, growing the most intense when her clit touched mine.

There was an interregnum where our vaginas weren’t in physical contact. Hlédís got my attention, gesturing for us to trade places. I discovered quickly she absconded with the rest of the flavor and semen. Well, I wasn’t allowing her to outshine me by much, if at all. I, too, deep-throated all of his penis and got his virile orbs in my mouth also, masticating gently on his scrotum. His rod punched my throat with as much weight as a fist. She wasn’t done with me, and our vaginas osculated again. Hers swapped a portion of the sperm leaking out. He compensated me with some of his flavor. Long strands of precum clung everywhere in my jaw. His fingers told me I did a good job. I couldn’t discern his face clearly from beneath the surface, but I would like to envisage him smiling amorously at me.

Hlédís gestured me to surface a minute after we switched spots, again, although I had sufficient air to stay underwater for much longer. “You can have him this time, Kaera.”

“You sure?” I asked. “You’re not interested in joining?”

“I’ll still participate, but you’ve been a good sport about this and I want to reward you with a hot load directly from his testicles all to yourself.”

I was about to take Hlédís on her offer but wavered after beholding Lárus’s reaction. He nonverbally and subtly told me to wait. I trusted him, and he was my mate, so I had unlimited opportunities for coitus with him whereas this was a once in a lifetime moment of a mother having sex with her son. “Thanks, but Lárus announced his intention of filling your uterus with his cream.

“And I keep my word,” Lárus added.

I expected Hlédís on insisting us fucking each other, but she simply shrugged and capitulated. “Figured I would offer.”

Hlédís dragged Lárus underwater, and they kissed as they went under. I submerged and observed him fully-hilt her. I waited until they were fully engrossed in this round before I acted on impulse. I got out of the pool and searched the sex toys. A strap-on would take a bit to get on. Hardly any of the regular dildos could fit naturally in my vagina until one fit snugly and stayed attached to me.

I re-entered the pool and swam towards Hlédís and Lárus. I held him tightly and moved my hips forward. Some resistance surrounded the feeldoe the further into his rectum it went. The water stymied my movements, and we clumsily thrust from fighting our buoyancy. He shot me a cautionary expression, warning me about the unbearable pain I was dangerously close to inflict on him— no time to get fancy and be a braggadocio. My pace had to drastically reduce for the new equilibrium of consistency and safety. His influence was the primary impetus for his orgasm. I was just a passenger relishing the ride. A rush of bubbles floated from their mouths to the surface. I interpreted it as their crescendos and surceased. They appeared satiated and spent for part of the day.

Hlédís looked at Lárus and I quizzically for a minute before we surfaced, and she jumped at what time it was. “We better dry ourselves off and remove the evidence quickly. The tournament is about to start real soon, and it’s one of the most important days so far according to Brákfur. Looks like a light breakfast for us. And Kaera.”

“Yes mom.” I figured the naughty debauchery was done for now and possibly forever to refer her as my biological parent.

“I hope you found the experience enlightening and learned something from it as I did.”

“I do.”

“And I suppose there’s not a single chance for this lesson show up again in the future,” Lárus spoke.

Hlédís looked at Lárus closely. “Keep your eyes and ears open, Lárus. There maybe another chance while the special sanction is still valid where I’ll need your penis again.”

Chapter 63: Motherly Love

(Jukush 17th, Year 666 of the 4th Age)

Sore couldn’t come close to what my body felt upon waking up. I was also the lightest of the heavy-sleepers as Lárus spooned Róstran. I blamed my dream. My muscles yelled at me with every movement I made in my limbs and elsewhere. A hot, therapeutic bath was in order, and there was one I had special access to nearby. It could assist in clearing my head. I left the two in bed and silently left the room. From there, my pace quickened, and I was unbothered about anyone descrying me in my jockstrap.

The door had a special notice by the Alpha Prime attached to it, detailing how his ukase allowed me and my family special, sole reservations to it for yesterday, today, and pretty much for the duration of the tournament, and he added no disturbances unless in emergency situations, in which they should knock loudly for five seconds, three times in ten-second intervals. I entered and followed the other command, which was to mark the room as occupied if me or anyone in the group were inside. The pool was vacant, perfect for my thoughts. I waded into the water, swam a couple of laps, did a couple more underwater, and floated on my back. I cogitated on the persistent dream. What were those other silhouettes about? Why did the fire appear, and why did they move further into it? Why did I always end up in a cold sweat?

A figure out of the corner of my eye caught my attention, and my feet touched the floor. Mom shut the door and ambulated to the pool. She was only in a jockstrap just like me. A warm smile greeted me.

“Morning, sweetheart,” she spoke.

“Morning, mom,” I responded. “Didn’t expect you up this early.”

“I can say that about you, too.” Mom sat on the edge with her feet dangling in the water. “I have a strong proclivity of taking an early dip. It gives me time to myself and a chance to meditate.”

“I’ll give you some privacy, then.”

Mom entered the pool and propelled herself off the wall. “You can stay if you wish. You looked like you were deep in thought.”

I watched her do backstrokes and thought about the derision I perceived, reliving moments where it manifested in the public’s vocals and actions. The internal struggle of letting her know or keep it to myself was fifty-fifty until the advantage slowly tilted to the former. “I’ve been feeling confused lately.”

Mom paused and floated on her back. “About what?”

“Life in general. More specifically what I want to do with my life, my Mating Ceremony, and yesterday.”

“The first two are easier to explain, hopefully. All Fenri will go to a military academy right after completing school and their Mating Ceremony. They will spend at least two years to get them ready for combat in case one or more countries declare war on us, again. Some will go on to make a career out of the military and a scant handful, like Brákfur, will be quite successful. Most will settle being in the reserves. Typically, females elect to tend to the house and pups, but that’s not the only option. There’s more schooling with jobs associated with it or go with a job immediately if being at home will drive you crazy.”

“I know I’ll go insane if I handle more education.”

My response got a chuckle out of mom. “That’s one thing you’re certain.”

“True, but beyond that lies an enigmatic abyss, and no matter what I do, I always seem to end up on the path to ruin.” It didn’t help that society had no qualms expressing opprobrium at me even if I didn’t partake in the taboo. It appeared they wanted me back in the shack and stay there or suffer the fate meant for the worst of the worst. “Am I a wolf?”

Mom froze and stood on her feet. “Who said that to you?” She asked sternly, and I detected a tinge of rancor from her.

Her response startled me awake. “Kellam and his denomination “

“That’s rich,” she barked bitterly. “He needs to take a hard look at a mirror. His words don’t mean anything. You’re not a wolf.”

“He’s not the only one, though. I don’t know about you, but I still get a sense from society that we are wolves regardless of you having sex with an Alpha like Brákfur during your Mating Ceremony. I see it in their eyes that will love nothing more than denying us services and bring us back to the shack-days if the edicts, and possibly dad, weren’t in the way. Originally, it was primarily from you, but the incident with Gellir made it fifty-fifty between you and me or skewed the opprobrium towards me instead. Then, there are those that consider our faith inferior, so our diaspora is a target.”

“Faer considers Fenri like us as equal as the mainstream populace.”

“Does he, though?” I looked towards the welkin. Sorry, Faer.

Mom appeared aghast. “You don’t mean that.”

“Think about it. There are numerous sects that have different interpretations of him because he can’t speak directly. One claims this action is fine with him while another says the exact opposite. Some, like the Church of the Red Wolf, believe their congregation is the truest path and the rest are destined to Salföðgrí’s Realm or be devoured by his arch nemesis, the Three-Mouthed Wolf. Elucidate the inconsistencies.”

“The belief that one or more of the paths are truest is due to how perfervid Fenri are. They’re in a race that has no leaderboard. As for approving or disapproving actions,” mom tapped her left cheek repeatedly, “that one is tougher to explain. One thing they all have in common is they abhor murder, the Forbidden Five, and the like.”

“So, our souls are damned from yesterday, particularly mine.”

“That day did push the boundaries to the absolute limit. Your father meant what he said about not opening up another opportunity after the special duration ends and to keep it in absolute secret.”

But that was also when I felt most at peace, I thought. “Yesterday was also where the bulk of my confusion came from. At least half of me was shocked, and still is, how amicable I was when I partook or watched female-on-female action. Penises turn me, too, but shouldn’t I naturally and absolutely detest copulating with another female since that falls under the Forbidden Five?”

“You’re at a stage where you’re easily swayed by Salföðgrí’s Sirens. Have you had dreams where there’s nothing but fire and no matter what you do you always end up in it?”

“Yes,” I vociferated quickly.

“That’s your body trying to resist their calls. Listen to it. Don’t make the same mistake I did.”

“Have you thought about starting anew in a different country like Aeyis if your second chance didn’t work at all?”

“And deal with the air so thick and soupy that you practically swim in it instead of walk, no thanks,” mom spoke disdainfully. “Akuvöllur is where my tolerance extends to. Even if there is a country amicable towards Fenri that I wouldn’t mind living in, I still would stay in Canir. I consider expatriation as execrable as treason. It’s like you’re saying you don’t consider yourself worthy of being called a Fenri.”

“Even if Canir’s citizens has upmost condescension towards you?”

“Even that shouldn’t be enough for you to abandon Faer. Exile from an Alpha or the Alpha Prime is a disparate manner entirely.”

Mom and I stood in the water in silence, and she steadily pulled me in for an osculation. It was an amorous kiss meant between lovers who were in the early stages of fornication. I recoiled in surprise though I remained in her embrace. “Mom.”

“What?”

“You’re treading real close to perilous territory,” I warned her though I wished she didn’t heed it.

“And would you stop me if I wanted to enter it?

Holy shit, she wants sex with me! I thought. “I thought you wanted nothing to do with any of the Forbidden Five.”

Mom accentuated her intention by pressing her right hand on my jockstrap and cunt and having me touch her breasts. “Today’s the exception since the special opportunity is in effect right now, and we’re alone, so why not make up for the lack of attention from yesterday if you’re up for it.”

“Yes, I am, mom.”

Mom chuckled. “And let’s get extra naughty for this occasion, Kaera. Refer to me by my name.”

My cheeks were roseate. Mom wanted us to pretend we were ordinary females and not mother and daughter. “Ok, Hlédís.”

“That’s my girl.”

The sweet taste ofHlédís’s lips enveloped my tastebuds as we kissed. Immediately, her fingers went into my jockstrap, my digits went inside her jockstrap, and we rubbed each other’s vulva. She was warm and wet, and it wasn’t from being in the pool. Her nectar was distinct from the water on my fingers, and her concupiscence is through the roof. My horny libido was at that level, too.

My instinct suddenly took over my vagina, dragooning it to clench on Hlédís’s fingers when they went in. They explored every crevice my moist tunnel had within, eliciting every pant and huff from my lungs. I couldn’t replicate it in her vagina. I only had her g-spot and clitoris to make her squirm whereas she had an entire array to exploit on me. She got hotter and wetter. Her twat tightened. It remained this tight even with all the times I saw or didn’t beheld a penis enter inside, and residuums of semen clung to my fingers. Was mine just as constricted as hers?

Hlédís targeted my boobs Her teeth tugged my teats and got them erect, which she promptly flicked with her tongue. I stopped fingering her and wrapped my arms around her, and she reciprocated. My breasts smothered her, and I squirmed when she blew them. She exerted more effort on them than my muliebrity. They were sore and appeared I was nursing pups. The only missing parts were my secondary mammillae revealing themselves and the lactation. I wanted her to give them a caesura, but she gave me so much titillation that I couldn’t speak but moan instead. She was on a level I couldn’t match.

Before I realized it, my back was against the edge, and Hlédís slowly kissed and licked down my physique. Her head went underwater. I sensed my jockstrap move. Then, her tongue covered my vulva, traveling from near my anus to my clitoris. Heavy strokes sent jolts up my spine. I grinded my hips over her visage. As usual, she demonstrated her adroitness. I was cocksure she got me exuding puissant, sacchariferous nectar the pool water couldn’t dilute. My vagina contracted rapidly as the brisk flicks of her tongue tickled my clit, labia, and vulva, and she wasn’t satiated.

Hlédís sunk her cuspids on my mound and wiggled her tongue deep into my vagina, teasing my cervix. Lárus should take notes on how to orally pleasure me once I tell him. It would aggrandize his superb skill even more. Her tongue mimicked her fingers, touching all the sensitive, erogenous crevices that were hard to reach and also my g-spot. My cunt locked her organ in place and flooded her face with arousal as my orgasm came, and bubbles popped on the surface.

Hlédís surfaced and rested adjacent to me. “Your turn.”

I submerged, moved Hlédís’s jockstrap aside and touched her pussy with my tongue. The water was no match against the scent and sapor of her ambrosia. It was redolent of her estrus although she was in total control, so the horniness wasn’t from her cycle. Still, it tasted delectable, so I got multitudinous portions. I focused on the shallow end, licking her vulva and barely entering her vagina to get her labia. Her vagina contracted fugaciously when I rapidly tickled her clit.

I went further south to my next target. Her pink ring was prime for the taking. The gamey sapor was as puissant as her nectar, and her body reacted to my tongue. She made her taint more readily accessible, showing her receptiveness. The wet sensation gave way to the arid nature of her rectum when I went deeper and anchored my teeth on her rump, and her receptivity grew. The walls contracted firmly on my tongue, and she rubbed her ass on my entire visage. Good. The variety made up my lack of sapience and thorough knowledge of her slit or any vagina in general.

I commixed the flavors of muliebrity and asshole a plethora of times until Hlédís pressed my head against her pussy. I perceived the orgasmic shockwaves and sacchariferous surges on my tongue that was deep within her. I did my job at least. She had other plans. I waited for her to release me once her orgasm evanesced. However, she held me with the same intensity, vigorously gyrating her hips on my muzzle. I had air in my lungs, so I pleasured her some more, teasing her clitoris with my laniaries. The gyrations slowed to a standstill after a minute although freedom remained in perpetuity, and my supply was dangerously modicum. The datum would’ve titillated me if it was reinforced with proper warning.

Then, I got a fresh taste of bitterness. A steady stream shot from her urethra, and my lips and her folds formed a perfect seal. Each second of imbibing urine dwindled my critically low air reserve, making the duration feel sempiternal. I kept on believing she exhausted her bladder only for her to prove me wrong repeatedly. She must’ve resisted the urge to micturate from the saturnalia yesterday for her to piss this long-a lifetime in my perspective- without relenting on the flow’s pressure. I frenetically tapped her for attention. She granted me clemency, and I surfaced, gulping the residuum of urine in my mouth and gasping for air.

“I’m not done, yet,” Hlédís uttered, and I got view of her jockstrap-framed fundament as she hoisted herself out of the pool.

“Something tells you won’t be satiated for many rounds,” I responded, lifting myself out of the water.

Hlédís pointed in front of her and parted her jockstrap. “Sit here.”

“You’re not done, I take it.”

“Nope,” she immediately responded, shaking her head. “My bladder is still full.”

I raised an eyebrow “Isn’t urinating on each other how couples show they completed the Mating Ceremony? Wouldn’t your scent stick on me and jeopardize us?”

“If we don’t get a regular shower within an hour after the initial stream.” Hlédís gestured to the pool behind her. “Which we have the proper source of doing so.”

I planted my ass between her legs and looked at Hlédís’s cunt. “You’re a risk-taker even with your past.”

“I’m very cautious now, but I do relish that spice. Brákfur has satiated me quite well, but I’ve been wanting to try it for a while. I wouldn’t let this opportunity slide when he announced it yesterday.” She exposed her two holes behind her folds. “Get ready. I’ll even let you reciprocate once I empty my bladder.”

I tilted my head back and shut my eyes. Warm piss landed on my physiognomy and flowed down my body, marking me as Hlédís’s mate for the hour. My quim had the urge to micturate from the sensation. The bitter taste of urine pooled in my mouth before she moved the stream to my boobs and belly. I swallowed it as she further soaked me and my jockstrap, giving me another dose to ingurgitate.

I would’ve gulped all of the pee if it hadn’t been for Lárus, who was naked, showing up suddenly. Instead, I spit a couple of remaining gulps in surprise. “Lárus!”

Hlédís was not perturbed at the intrusion. She remained squatted and continue to urinate on me with zero hesitations. “Morning, Lárus.”

Lárus froze in stupefaction while she nonchalantly imbued my fur with more of her musky piss. “Did I miss something?”

“No. In fact, I’m glad you’re here.”

“Why?” His penis protruded a bit.

“I feel guilty of not giving more of my love to you and Kaera yesterday and want to rectify it. Thankfully, the special occasion remains valid today.”

Lárus raised his eyebrows. “And making the whole country know you and Kaera are mates is valid?”

Hlédís surceased ephemerally, shifted her body slightly, and gave me round three of urine. “For around a whole hour, yes. We will wash the urine away before the hour passes, and no one will be the wiser. Until then, you can indulge your ultimate fantasy of having your mother and sister in your harem, mighty Alpha.” There was hesitation inside Lárus although she sensed more in him. “This has you turned on.” She spread her musky stream over me. “You want Kaera as your mate. I can see it. It must drive you mad to witness me take that position” She goaded him more and more, and his resistance faltered at the exact pace, coinciding with her bladder finally void. “Then have both of us, Lárus.”

Lárus walked up to Hlédís, his demeanor that of a dominant Alpha or of someone who just teased his tail.“You want a spot along Kaera in my harem?”

Hlédís nodded. “Indeed, Lárus. I’m all yours for you to do as you see fit for just this moment.”

Lárus forced her to her knees, mimicking Róstran. “Then, I’m going to breed the fuck out of you to where you’ll question if you should’ve mated with me instead of him, mom.”

She cracked a smile. “Call me Hlédís, and I did promise Kaera to reciprocate after I finish peeing on her.”

“Alright.” Lárus grabbed ahold of his cock and aimed at Hlédís. “Gives me a chance to relieve myself, too.”

I stood beside Lárus, parted my underwear, and spread my nether lips. Two golden streams landed in the same spot though he quickly guided his share to other areas on Hlédís. She behaved like taking an actual shower and scrubbed all the pee deep into her fur, humming one of Janas Dyser’s songs.Plenty of our fluids went into her mouth and down her throat. She went for his cock, sucking the pee straight from his tap. He relaxed and sighed, and the flow aggrandized, some bursting out of her lips and puffy cheeks.

I went behind Hlédís and suffused her back with my scent, wiggling my nether region to spread it. I furtively sent some strays at Lárus. He looked at me, and I feigned innocence while peeing on her. Another fusillade went his way when I presupposed the time was right. Again, I acted normal. The third time was different.

I sensed a swift, bitter splash on my lips and beheld Lárus micturating on Hlédís’ head, not even trying to obfuscate his impish demeanor. I discharged another round, and he immediately requited me. Back and forth, we went. Then, he exploited his innate advantage. He stopped pissing on her and became agile. My adjustments were sluggish as he bounced to random spots. I missed him several times.

“Hold still, Lárus!” I vociferated.

Lárus hit me with more of his urine. “I thought you pissed like a male!”

I snarled. He and I promised to be mates for life, but our sibling rivalry manifested. “I wasn’t born with a penis!”

Lárus gripped his dick and wiggled it as if he wanted to mock me“You should think about that next time.”

“I hope you two didn’t drain all of your bladders. I want more,” Hlédís interrupted.

We turned our heads to her. “I have a little bit left,” Lárus responded.

“Same,” I added.

Lárus got behind Hlédís and had kinky thoughts. He eased his pecker into her taint while I pissed on her head. She jolted and turned at him, and I beheld and heard a puddle form at her rear. “Didn’t know you were that kinky, Lárus,” she uttered.

“It’s more of an experiment I wanted to test,” Lárus replied, appearing relieved. “And I conclude a male can stick his penis and piss inside someone’s butt.”

“I don’t recall perceiving this sort of sensation before,” Hlédís responded as I resumed secreting the remaining urine all over her. Lárus pulled out once he finished, and the pee trapped in her rectum gushed out. She sat on her rump and removed her jockstrap, tossing it into the pool. “Now, we have around an hour to spread our scent around before we need to wash it off.” She lifted her legs up and presented her snatch to him, spreading her folds. “Alright, Lárus, you can stick your penis into my vagina and ejaculate into my uterus if you wish.”

Lárus took the invitation without qualms. “I’ll do more than that, Hlédís. I’ll take Brákfur’s spot as your mate.” He aimed his phallus at her quim, stopping just short of entering her. “If only he can be here to witness how a true Alpha treats his mate.”

I sensed a tinged of jealousy as Lárus treated Hlédís similarly to our first time, slowly and steadily entering her while holding her close in his arms. The subsequent thrusts had vigor to them, and the drastic escalation was instantaneous. Naturally, they delighted her, and she expressed her adulation vocally as he nursed on her left breast. He took advantage of her genuine permission. I tossed my underwear into the pool and rubbed my folds at the show. They rolled over, and she was on top straddling him. I looked at my breasts and fondled them while she rolled her perfectly-sized melons in her hands, and he held her hips. The control remained his, her pussy expanding and contracting to the movements of his maleness, and their eyes and smiles connected.

An opening presented itself when Lárus and Hlédís changed positions for however many times this made. I noticed the party items from yesterday were present. Her exposed anus winked at me. I attached a strap-on and went in, sensing her gaze. My speed matched his although my thrusts had more ‘oomph’ to them. We had the simultaneous idea of acting like pups. I had one of her boobs and he had the other, and we suckled her nipples only for her to not lactate.

Our bond as siblings reared its head again. Lárus upped his vigor and aggrandized his thrusts further when I exceeded him. Hlédís showed no indicators of agony. Instead, she goaded us to keep the competition going. “Harder, you two! Make me your mate!” She vociferated. We went as hard as we could without tapping into our hidden reserves. Our contest remained as strong as ever, so we improvised ways to prove who was the roughest to her. Scratches and bite marks appear on her. Her hair needed attention once she had the time. She looked like she survived an attack by wild animals and was euphoric. A puddle formed around our nether regions.

“I’m right there! I’m gonna cuuuuummmm!” Hlédís howled, and the howl turned feral once the orgasm came. Milky white, thick batter commixed with nectar as he yelled too. He resumed pounding her once it faded. “Lárus!” She drawled out jocundly.

“You said I can fill your pussy as much as I want,” he spoked, pinning Hlédís against his physique. “And I intend on filling you with my cum, Hlédís!”

“Go for it!”

The two were insatiable. Lárus meant what he said of injecting his seed into her womb. He did so multitudinous times to where a tumescence formed on her belly even though the dam was wide open. She expressed, verbally and nonverbally, nothing about having enough yet. The positions changed, and I eventually lost access to her pucker, so she sucked my artificial penis. The contest went from me and him pleasuring her the most to which of the two had the largest appetite. It was a dead tie so far, and I knew both of them sufficiently to where I vacillated between them fugaciously. Róstran could outlast them for sure, I thought. It was only the fact all of us needed to wash the stench of piss out of our fur that prompted the stalemate.

I thought the competition was back on when Hlédís grabbed ahold of Lárus’s family jewels underwater. “Your testicles still have at least a round left in them,” she uttered, licking her lips.

“I will need time to charge,” Lárus huffed, relishing the touches.

“Kaera and I will warm you up.” She inhaled and went underwater.

I followed Hlédís’s lead, and we treated Lárus’s genitals like Alpha Primes. His sheath had accommodating space for our tongues. The flavor of his virility and salty counteracted the pool.It was a win-win situation. We savored his essence, and his cock wouldn’t need another wash.

The share gradually went from fifty-fifty to being one-sided. Lárus’s huge log emerged. Hlédís and I licked it all over and took turns sucking the tip. She relegated me to less and less sections on it to where she fellated and deep-throated him all by herself. His testicles soon took up space in her muzzle. I had his anus all to myself. I went all in and anchored myself on it, feeling the dry cavern clamp tightly on my tongue. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled me closer to her. Our nether lips were kissing each other, and she grinded on me. Every bump on my clitoris had minor, rapturous eruptions, growing the most intense when her clit touched mine.

There was an interregnum where our vaginas weren’t in physical contact. Hlédís got my attention, gesturing for us to trade places. I discovered quickly she absconded with the rest of the flavor and semen. Well, I wasn’t allowing her to outshine me by much, if at all. I, too, deep-throated all of his penis and got his virile orbs in my mouth also, masticating gently on his scrotum. His rod punched my throat with as much weight as a fist. She wasn’t done with me, and our vaginas osculated again. Hers swapped a portion of the sperm leaking out. He compensated me with some of his flavor. Long strands of precum clung everywhere in my jaw. His fingers told me I did a good job. I couldn’t discern his face clearly from beneath the surface, but I would like to envisage him smiling amorously at me.

Hlédís gestured me to surface a minute after we switched spots, again, although I had sufficient air to stay underwater for much longer. “You can have him this time, Kaera.”

“You sure?” I asked. “You’re not interested in joining?”

“I’ll still participate, but you’ve been a good sport about this and I want to reward you with a hot load directly from his testicles all to yourself.”

I was about to take Hlédís on her offer but wavered after beholding Lárus’s reaction. He nonverbally and subtly told me to wait. I trusted him, and he was my mate, so I had unlimited opportunities for coitus with him whereas this was a once in a lifetime moment of a mother having sex with her son. “Thanks, but Lárus announced his intention of filling your uterus with his cream.

“And I keep my word,” Lárus added.

I expected Hlédís on insisting us fucking each other, but she simply shrugged and capitulated. “Figured I would offer.”

Hlédís dragged Lárus underwater, and they kissed as they went under. I submerged and observed him fully-hilt her. I waited until they were fully engrossed in this round before I acted on impulse. I got out of the pool and searched the sex toys. A strap-on would take a bit to get on. Hardly any of the regular dildos could fit naturally in my vagina until one fit snugly and stayed attached to me.

I re-entered the pool and swam towards Hlédís and Lárus. I held him tightly and moved my hips forward. Some resistance surrounded the feeldoe the further into his rectum it went. The water stymied my movements, and we clumsily thrust from fighting our buoyancy. He shot me a cautionary expression, warning me about the unbearable pain I was dangerously close to inflict on him— no time to get fancy and be a braggadocio. My pace had to drastically reduce for the new equilibrium of consistency and safety. His influence was the primary impetus for his orgasm. I was just a passenger relishing the ride. A rush of bubbles floated from their mouths to the surface. I interpreted it as their crescendos and surceased. They appeared satiated and spent for part of the day.

Hlédís looked at Lárus and I quizzically for a minute before we surfaced, and she jumped at what time it was. “We better dry ourselves off and remove the evidence quickly. The tournament is about to start real soon, and it’s one of the most important days so far according to Brákfur. Looks like a light breakfast for us. And Kaera.”

“Yes mom.” I figured the naughty debauchery was done for now and possibly forever to refer her as my biological parent.

“I hope you found the experience enlightening and learned something from it as I did.”

“I do.”

“And I suppose there’s not a single chance for this lesson show up again in the future,” Lárus spoke.

Hlédís looked at Lárus closely. “Keep your eyes and ears open, Lárus. There maybe another chance while the special sanction is still valid where I’ll need your penis again.”