The Mating Ceromony
#1 of Forging Bonds
Welcome everyone to my next story series, Forging Bonds. It takes place in the same world as the Age of Cataclysm series, but several years prior. In case you follow the Age of Cataclysm series but haven't heard the news, I'm taking a break from it to avoid a burnout, and I have this new series in my head for awhile. I'll do my best to keep the two series indepedent from each other so you don't have to read this to understand the Age of Cataclysm and vice versa, but there maybe references from the other story. Forging Bonds is more of a slice of life story, so there's less fireballs flying around and sword fights (I've been wanting to expand my writing into different areas). This story will contain numerous instances of adult characters engaging in sex particularly of an incestuous nature. If it doesn't appeal to you, I suggest reading another story. This story will be first-person from a single character except for this instalment.
Without further ado, here is the first instalment into the Forging Bonds series.
Chapter length: 4,365 words.
Prologue: The Mating Ceremony
Drecksa 29th Year 664 of the 4th Age
(Hlédís POV)
Here goes nothing, I thought with a heavy sigh.
I stood in the center of the town square along with the other female Fenri that had this day in reserve. Most of them were way younger than I was, which was to be expected. They were about three years older than my precious twins waiting for me at home for a potential father in their lives. My heart trembled not because I was naked in public with the other participants or because of the temperature the hairless races, Humans, Elves, Dwarves, etc., would consider frigid. It was because I spent all my time and effort to get to where I am, and I had one shot to redeem myself for my children. If I failed, then my endeavor was for nothing, and we would forever be doomed to live the way we were currently.
I stared at where the males were, and my heart became lead. Damn. Not much of them around my age to select me. All the youths would flock to the females of similar age and begin their lives raising a family instead of choosing one with already having baggage. It was rare that people my age would participate in the Mating Ceremony, an entire week dedicated for the younger generation to tie the knot and became husband and wife, and today was my assigned date. I cursed at fate for conspiring to keep me in the hole I'm trying to escape with my offspring.
My mind was focused on the myriad of ways that this day could turn into a disaster that I didn't hear the ceremony's commencement until that prick of an announcer created an ear-splitting sound. At first, the other participants and I looked around in confusion when the males didn't start walking towards us until one did. Murmurs were going around the crowd, and I understood why.
The male was called Brákfur, and he possessed the most desired traits for a male Fenri: tall, muscular, a sheath that indicated he had a long, thick penis inside, and a pair of testicles to back it up. I could smell the other females becoming wet as they stared into his silver eyes, and I felt my vagina do the same when his eyes met mine. Of course, he had other qualities that made him highly coveted. He was a high-ranking member of Canir's military, like his fathers before him, and trained at an elite academy, which was the reason why he was around my age right now. To reinforce his family legacy, he had the natural talent to fight and lead, and he was a war hero against Krusia that ended twelve years ago. If Brákfur wanted to, he had a decent shot at becoming the Alpha Prime by mating the current's daughter, which would explain the whispers. Why would he desire one of the commoners?
None of the other males moved forward behind Brákfur. They figured that all the females, including me, would ignore them in hopes of being his chosen. As he walked around the feminine pool, the participants would fondle their breasts, spread their pussy, or perform other seductive acts to draw his attention. I decided to not make such moves if he walked past me because I knew there was no way he would desire someone with my reputation and baggage.
I sat down on the cold stone before Brákfur came to me, and I looked up when his shadow hit me. My heart raced as I beheld his figure despite knowing my near-zero chance of mating someone such as him. He didn't move from his spot, causing my heart to accelerate and my tail to act independently. I didn't know what he wanted me to do or his thoughts. Did he want me to flaunt my breasts and pussy like the previous females? My body froze, not knowing what to do to not blow my chance. The only movements I made were flipping my hair behind my head in one motion and spread my legs, uncovering my crotch so he can observe all of my body and the simple preparations I made to it.
Somehow my actions did something as I could feel my cheeks turning red and the tingling sensation around my belly and genitals while Brákfur came down to my level, his sheath close to my opening. It was his first gesture he ever made to anyone in the pool. I felt every urge to chicken out, saying that I'm unworthy of him as he crept closer to my lips, inhaling my scent deeply in his nostrils along the way. His eyes pierced into mine, reading me as if my life was a book and he was a critic.
I wasn't sure what to do next other than freeze and breathe. I didn't think Brákfur would go this far for me, and I could sense everybody staring directly at us. This was most likely my only opportunity to forge a better life for myself and my kids. The butterflies in my stomach flutter as I place my right hand on his cheek, into his fur, and I did the unthinkable.
I kissed him, first, on the lips. Our mouths refused to separate for what seemed to be an eternity, and I felt that electrifying connection, yearning for it again once we ceased. Did he felt the same connection I did? Was I too impulsive and didn't allow him to make the first move? Did I just blow my chance of escaping the hellhole with my family?
Brákfur uttered a growl, grinned, and said a few words that melted the frozen state I was in. "You're the one."
I lost my breath as Brákfur returned the same kiss to me, although more passionate than mine. He had me completely prostrated on the pavement while he began to move his maw down to my neck. My body tensed up, and I released a moan from how he kissed and possibly left me a hickey.
My breasts were the following destinations in Brákfur's campaign towards my vagina, and they rendered me immobile as ecstasy coursed in my veins. His hands covered them completely, and he manipulated them in how he wanted: squeezing, pressing them together, messing with my nipples. I savored each action, and he must've seen my expressions because he had a grin on his face, revealing his fangs. Just when I thought he couldn't do more to them, I felt his hot, moist mouth on my left breast. His rough tongue licked my erect nipple and around it, leaving saliva on my thin fur. The licks were relentless. I detected another wet sensation on it as he made me lactate into his mouth like I rewarded him for his effort. My other breast soon suffered the same fate before he moved onto his next target.
I prepared myself for what I assumed to be my womanhood but became confused at the sudden stop. Brákfur is at my navel cavity, inserting his tongue into the hole while his hands caress my abdomen. My body squirmed at the sensitive touches that almost felt like my slit was receiving his attention instead. I could tell that he enjoyed it from the sound he produced. From my lips to now, everything was preparations for the next act of our ritual as my vagina was soaking wet from arousal.
Brákfur stared at my weak, nude, excited body like an artist inspecting their creation, and he must've considered his to be a complete masterpiece. "Ready for what comes next?" I nodded in approval, and I removed my wet hand from my sex to let him enjoy the fruits of his labor. As he placed his hand on my vulva, my instincts compelled me to hiss from the stimulation. Brákfur proceeded to rub my genitalia, smearing my arousal all over my groin and his hand, yet I produced more to replace it. I wanted him inside more than ever. My moans became more desperate as he placed a couple of his fingers barely into my slit and started to caress my labia. I discerned his nostrils inhaling my scent, and I noticed it had an effect on him with his penis tip coming out of his sheath, the most obvious sign. My scent had me on several occasions prior.
Then I sensed him escalate to the next level with my vaginal wall squeezing on Brákfur's fingers. Every part of my body constricted as I allowed him to enter my pussy, the first person since I conceived the twins fifteen years ago. He spared no part within me from his touches. I felt his other hand caress my right cheek, and I stared at him as he kissed me.
"Are you alright?" Brákfur asked. He must've noticed my body freezing as I began to process the exact stimulus from that night. I started to tear up, and he became concerned. "Did I go too far?"
I shook my head. "Please don't leave my kids and me."
"I have no intentions of abandoning you or your children. Other than that, you're good to continue?"
"I want you."
With my enthusiastic approval, Brákfur proceeded to pull his fingers out, and I cursed internally at the void in my pussy. He inhaled deeply near my slit. "You're practically begging for it."
I let out a yell of delight as Brákfur finally did what I thought he was initially doing prior as I felt his tongue touch the outer layers of my sex, and I twitched my hips toward him as a reaction. Tiny bits of yips escaped from my lungs in rhythm to him moving his soggy organ around my vulva and on my labia. I stared at his head between my legs, noticing his eyes were shut as he relished my flavor that was abundant around my nether region. It must've been more than I anticipated while I stared at his saturated maw when he came up for a breath. No way his saliva could cover that amount of space and quantity, and his licks around his lips confirmed it.
Most likely from my taste, I heard the most guttural sound of approval from Brákfur yet as he went back for more. I detected my folds parting from his hands, exposing all the internal treats my slit had to offer. Everything in my view went to black when he shoved his maw into the most intimate parts of my body, swirling his tongue around inside me. I felt pressure starting to build within me as he licked my sensitive areas, the same buildup that I struggled by myself. I wanted Brákfur to continue, so I placed my hands on his head and gave him a gentle, downward push to let him know that I approved his actions. They never left their spot, and I kept slightly increasing my force on him while my buildup to orgasm increased. I felt a jolt surge up my body as he pinched and rubbed my clitoris, removing the hood before he added his tongue to it. All of my emotions, buildup, and tension were released in one massive orgasm, and the feelings of ecstasy, euphoria, and the like, replaced them. My entire figure contracted on his tongue and maw, and I was sure my ejaculation undid all of his hard work and then some.
When all the rhapsody and rapture faded away, I noticed Brákfur's entire face dripping from my juices while he tried to collect as much of it as possible and the whole crowd beholding us. I still was huffing to regain all the air I expelled. "Oh, Faer, that felt magical."
Brákfur grinned at me, still mostly covered in my arousal that now lingered heavily in the air. "I'll say. You must've been pent up for years." My ears pricked as he told me his next words while leaning near me. "Now it's your turn."
Following my example, Brákfur spread his legs apart, presenting me with the most unobstructed view of his erect penis and his pair of balls. His knot was already present, my ultimate objective, and his scent was intoxicating. I laid on my stomach at the base of his cock, admiring its size. The rumors were true about it. My heart raced, and I gulped as he offered it to me while prostrating himself.
"Ready when you are," Brákfur spoke.
I decided to begin with the balls and work my way up. Despite my sense of smell, Brákfur's taste caught me unprepared because of my fifteen-year gap between my impregnation and now. I never imagined that he would taste so masculine and excited.
My tongue touched Brákfur's left nut, lifting it up with each stroke. His body eased its rigidity, and he uttered his guttural, primal sound of approval per lick while his mouth hanged open. I made my licks slow to savor the flavor I waited fifteen years for and to let him know that he made the correct choice in selecting me as his future mate. I turned my attention to his right testis, coating the other half of his scrotum in my saliva. My hunger continued to expand, so I covered his gonad in my mouth. I moved it around inside with my jaw, tugging lightly on Brákfur's ballsack while swirling my tongue on it. In spite of him wanting more, I kept it brief to give him a sample of what I had in store for him in the future.
Still, I wasn't completely finished with Brákfur's testicles. As I focused on his knot, my left hand was fondling his orbs. My other hand grasped his shaft, holding it in place to give me better access at his base. Being so near to his open sheath had me in a haze due to his concentrated scent. It compelled me to taste it, so I pulled it and inserted my tongue. I sensed his penis twitch and throb, and his precum in my hand, making it slick for my massages, as I relished his masculine taste.
As I worked my way up the ladder, I began to lick his entire penis from base to tip, tasting the briny flavor of male essence on my tastebuds. My wet vagina started to drip my fluids onto the ground from the taste. The urge to straddle Brákfur's endowment was at its most potent. It took all my willpower to restrain it, so I could repay him for making me cum earlier.
Brákfur started to increase his breathing, moans, and twitches as I sucked his penis tip and glans while squeezing and moving his balls around in my hand. More of his precum leaked in my mouth as I could tell he was close to reaching his climax. His manhood thickening was another indicator. I slid my mouth further down before I went back up and repeated the process.
"I'm gonna," Brákfur warned me.
I eagerly waited for what Brákfur had reserved in his ballsack. I closed my eyes as I listened to him howling in bliss as he reached his orgasm. I guzzled his first ejaculation, enjoying the salty taste as it went down my throat. Then he began filling my mouth with more semen from the subsequent discharges of the exact amount as the first before I had time to finish them. I released his penis, and it continued to throb and eject cum, feeling his testicles contract. Aiming his rod, the next load landed on my face with less volume than the previous ejections, sensing it slither down my fur towards my breasts, and that was where I aimed the upcoming shot. By the time Brákfur ran empty on his ejaculation, my front body had numerous streams of his seed sliding down and in my mouth before I ingested it. He proceeded to caress my figure while recharging.
"You were amazing," Brákfur complimented.
"Thanks," I replied.
"Before we begin the main event, what is your name?"
"Hlédís."
"That's a lovely name. Well, Hlédís, shall we start?"
"Y-y-y-yes," I managed to say through my body already gave the exact answer to him.
Brákfur and I got into the most vanilla position that existed with him above me. Noticing his erect cock near my sex, sometimes his tip grazing it, I began to question myself about taking it entirely. He must've sensed my hesitation because I heard him say, "Just relax. Hold on to me. Take a deep breath." I obeyed, and my breathing turned into holding my breath and gritting my teeth as he initially inserted his cock into my pussy. I felt my walls parting to make room for him, and it expanded right up to my uterus. The shock and the burning in my legs forced me to exhale my most primal sound thus far. I laid in silence as my brain began processing millions of stimuli at one time.
"Does it hurt?" Brakfur asked before he started his rhythm.
The first penetration was always the most painful for a majority of females whenever they begin any sex as their vaginal juices have not covered their partner's shaft to lessen the friction. Plus, it had been close to two decades since I last had sex and using sex toys and my fingers for masturbation paled in comparison to an actual male's phallus doing the act, much less someone like him. Once I adapted to the current situation, I began to fully appreciate what was inside me. His length. His girth. His warmth. All of it felt amazing in me. I knew deep in my mind that I wouldn't receive another chance at redemption, so I stared into his eyes and said, "I want it."
"I'll be careful."
Brákfur started to kiss my lips and embraced me in his arms, and I reciprocated his actions right down to the letter. All of my senses were heightened, and every stimulus from him was more electrifying than before. Being so long since I last felt it, it was like losing my virginity without having to deal with my hymen; I had a moment of fear as I detected my vaginal cavity collapsing on the void left behind from his rod that I tensed my fingers on his fur in case he would stop. I feared he would pull out entirely, move on to another female, and leave me in the dust despite his assurance.
I exhaled an involuntary yelp as my vagina expanded again. And then another set of pulling out and pushing in occurred. I appreciated Brákfur for going slow with his motions, and my body flowed along with it instead of going rough. The sensations began to pool in a chamber that will culminate into my second orgasm.
Brákfur moved his lips to my neck to add more to the pot, and his right hand massaged my corresponding breast. My moans became sharper in sound, and my entire nether region became soaking wet. Our touches were my primary source of information, right in front of my mix of primitive and feminine barks, his grunts and words that I couldn't make out, and our groins and his knot colliding. I didn't want him to stop. In fact, I wanted him to speed up. My hands migrated all the way to Brákfur's butt, perceiving all of his muscles during the process, and I squeezed it, praying that he would get the message that I was unable to put into words.
My method must've worked because Brákfur had a more guttural force behind his growl, and he licked my lips. Then his thrusts had more speed and power behind them, and my yips matched them. I opened my eyes in time to observe him focusing on my right tit again, this time sucking it as he lifted me closer to him. He growled again as I felt my body contract harder on his penis.
"So tight.
Brákfur's and mine position began changing to where I sat on his lap with my legs wrapped his waist and my hands on his shoulders. His hands were on my hips while pressing his tongue against mine. We paused our intercourse with his dick inside me, huffing while staring into each other's eyes, and we embraced tightly. I felt his heartbeat along with mine. Both were in harmony, and my world shrunk till it was just him and together in the middle of mating.
"Shall I continue?" Brákfur asked.
I knew I was close to my peak, and he was too from his penis twitching and the amount of pre he was leaking. "I'm all yours."
We reverted back to our original position, and Brákfur accidentally went harder than he wanted to in his thrusts though I signaled to him that I could take it by patting his back. His pants escalated in their primitive sound to the point of feral. We were at the finishing stretch. Our signs indicated it. All of my juices and his precum lubricated our genitals generously to allow him to thrust as vigorously as he preferred, and I knew he wanted to claim me.
"Do it," I spoke. Brákfur's penetrations became swifter without pulling his penis out most of the way. I exhaled my most visceral yell of ecstasy as my pussy expanded to its widest point to accept his knot, mixing with his moans. Every twitch from his penis touched my walls and my sensitive areas inside, in addition to piercing my cervix. My empty womb enlarged as he filled it with his semen, forming a false, pregnant belly, and my contractions made sure to milk him for all he possessed. Our tense bodies embraced each other.
Once our state of euphoria passed, Brákfur and I laid on our sides as we rested and waited for the knot to shrink so he could pull out. I stared at my crotch to prove that I wasn't hallucinating his cock within my vagina and leaking any cum from it, and I observed a tiny amount of his shaft sticking out. As I moved my lower end, we winced at the strain from our genitalia, confirming my suspicion. I mated with somebody at the ceremony. My twins and I were now among the respected class of society. It didn't matter if it was Brákfur or someone else.
We noticed the other males beginning to find their chosen mate, assuming that the females wanted Brákfur first because of his physique and reputation. Since he had chosen me, that meant that he was off the table to anyone else in my group. As we witnessed them selecting their companion, I started to break down in joy.
"What's the matter?" Brákfur asked as he rubbed me. He probably thought I had regrets, or he did something wrong. "Did I do something I shouldn't?"
"No. No, you didn't do anything," I answered. I began to narrate my story. "I once made a terrible mistake years and years ago. I had sex with another Fenri outside of the Mating Ceremony, and we tied the knot. We were drunk and foolish, and I naively believed he was going to be there for me. Then the next morning, he abandoned me, and I didn't see him since. I found out early on I was pregnant, and my life went downhill once people started to discover about it, and I couldn't produce my partner. As you know, that was considered a divorce or just as bad, and society abandoned me. I gave birth to twins by myself in a shack I converted to my home, and I did everything I can to raise them, fearing that they would perish. I knew that their lives deserved better, so I fought tooth and nail since their birth to prove I was raped to the leaders to be accepted to the Mating Ceremony. They gave me one chance to redeem myself, and the assigned date was today. I feared that the limited selection of males our age would avoid me, and my children and I would be damned to live in squalor conditions. I'm just glad that you provided us a way out."
"I'm glad that I selected you then."
"If I may ask, what made you choose me? Why would you give up your shot at mating with the Alpha Prime's daughter?"
"Because I'm not interested in politics anymore. I want the children I currently have and will in the future with you to have a more normal life than now. As for you, you just had that spark no other female had, just like my first wife. The other selections acted like whores presenting their breasts and vaginas to me while you initially didn't. I knew that you weren't afraid when you kissed me first instead of tradition dictating that males should. As we mated, I felt that special bond forming between us. There we were, just the two of us in our personal world."
"I had that same feeling too. Just promise me you'll be there for my kids and me. I don't want to live the past fifteen years all over again."
"I would swear an oath to Faer that I would never abandon you and your children barring unforeseen, extreme circumstances beyond my control. I'll provide protection and stability you deserved until I die."
It was approximately thirty minutes before Brákfur pulled his penis out of me. We decided to finish our intercourse in his home instead of the ceremony since we had already proven we were husband and wife to the crowd, the legal officials, and under Faer's watch. I guided him to a shack in the woods outside the village of Kelna. My daughter and son ran to me when I opened the door, asking how the Mating Ceremony went. Smiling, I stepped to the side to allow Brákfur to reveal himself to them.
"Kaera, Lárus, I would like to introduce you to your new father and your new life as a respected member of society."
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