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Tidepool made an intricate hand gesture over the small corpse lying at his feet. Its head had been caught in his hand-made trap. If its passing was not instant, it was at least too heavily stunned to realize what was happening. It was always important to thank the Spirits for allowing him to take their creation like this. The fat hare may have been created to feed the tribes, but his mother always reminded him to never take this kindness for granted.

Thinking of her put a warm smile on his face as he drew a bone knife from his belt and set to work cleaning and preparing the kill for transport. He had stored the image of her beautiful face in his memory, of the look of bottomless love in her regal features that she held for him and his twin sister before they had left for their first graduation trial.

Starlight, or more commonly Starrie, gently touched his shoulder, making him glance up from where he knelt. She was his fraternal twin and older than him by no more than a few minutes. She was a slender but thickly furred canine, with a pointed, triangular muzzle and sharp, short ears that pointed straight up. According to their mother, her fur color had been the reason for her name. It was a solid blanket of white only interrupted by a few darker speckles on her shoulders and her ears.

Tidepool thought it a good name because at first glance she could be mistaken for a wandering spirit, as faint and ethereal as the light from the stars. In this snow-blanketed alpine forest she was nearly invisible from even a short distance away. Her startling blue eyes could certainly belong to a spirit, and at times it felt like they were looking into the very depths of his soul. Maybe that was the little flutter he felt in his belly whenever he met her gaze.

"What're you thinking about, love?"

He realized then that he must have had a dreamy look on his face. He blinked, then said, "Thinking of our mother. I hope she isn't too worried."

Starrie set down her basket and knelt beside him, watching him butcher the rabbit. "I don't think she will be. She believes in us. So do Father and Riptide." She touched his shoulder, triggering a short wag in his curly tail.

Tidepool nuzzled along Starrie's cheek appreciatively, "I know... they probably think we're enjoying the trip as a honeymoon."

"As does the rest of the village. Are they wrong?"

Tidepool smirked and said, "No, honestly, they're not."

A small, sage nod, “Tuulus is an excellent Mentor and he's prepared us well."

He appraised the now-skinned rabbit lying before him and said, “That he has." He glanced up with a coy look, continuing, “But we have an unfair advantage in keeping warm to thank as well."

Much like him, she was mostly naked. That was part of the graduation trial. What she did wear was a hand-made hide sash that held a few tools and first aid supplies. She crafted those at the beginning of their trial. Her tall, cylindrical woven basket had come next. She also had a collar around her neck, one which was clearly not made with such primitive methods and materials. It was sturdy leather dyed a vibrant green that matched her piercing eyes. Over her throat, it bore a stone carving of her husband's family crest. Along the sides were tiny symbols, an intricately woven summary of his tribe's history and what it stood for.

It had been lovingly hand-made by her mate over many moons and would last for as long as they were together. Tidepool hoped it would, at least. He'd poured every ounce of his considerable love for her into its manufacture, and he knew she'd done the same for his own marriage collar. It was a pure blue like the tides of the inland sea for which he'd been named and happened to match her eyes nicely. On each side were the highly polished birthstones of his sister. The family crest was clearly identical, but the subtle differences in style echoed who had crafted them. It made it impossible to hide the incestuous nature of their wedding, but such a thing was not viewed in a negative light in their culture.

Most of the tribe joked that they'd taken their sweet time to realize what was obvious. Marrying just before their initiation hadn't left much time afterwards for a celebration. They had been able to thoroughly consummate before departure, at least. When the joining ceremony concluded they barely managed to get their collars on each other before making things final right there on the shrine, much to the pleasure of the officiating shaman. Delighting in the designs of the gods with such abandon was one of the highest compliments that could be given and was sure to bring many blessings to the siblings' marriage.

He glanced curiously into her basket once he finished butchering. It was loaded with juicy berries, a few different types of mushrooms, and a number of different kinds of nuts. This local variety was something he was becoming quite familiar with and the wide array of flavors and textures were a testament to Starrie's foraging skills. Though the sun had not quite reached its meager zenith in the bright blue sky, she would be over-encumbered if they kept going, and he had already checked all of his traps.

Starrie's tail wagged as if she had just now realized that they were finally moving past living meal-to-meal. Tidepool's tail joined hers in sympathetic joy. She excitedly said, “Now that we have some food stocked up and a better shelter, maybe we can relax a little."

“I won't miss sleeping in a snow cave." He checked over the rabbit one last time just to be extra certain that he had prepared it right. Losing a good carcass to a simple mistake would have been an awful experience, although now his anxiety was from a purely religious standpoint. No longer was the little creature's flesh and bones the only thing between him and a grumbling stomach.

She replied, “I'm ready to sleep in something like a bed again."

“Me as well. Some nights have been a little too cold for my liking even with you there." He felt her peering over his shoulder to double-check his work. As if providing more evidence that she was something supernatural, she'd always had a sixth sense for how he was feeling.

Her seal of approval came as a warm, affectionate nuzzle and a few small licks on his cheek. He growled his thanks and replied with a nuzzle through the soft, thin fur on her muzzle and a few licks of his own. Now wholly satisfied with his work and reassured, he dropped the rabbit into his basket, which had a long handle and large gaps in the bottom for any extra blood to drip out.

Her kind smile warmed his heart. She rested her head on his shoulder as she cooed, “Don't forget the other two and all the heat they're contributing."

Tidepool nodded, speaking softly, “Of course, but the warmth of my sister-wife is the most satisfying."

Starrie rolled her eyes, but her tail was twitching in short, quick wags. She nuzzled his shoulder a little and said, “Why don't you stop courting me so we can head back and get to work on that bed? Maybe then we could do more than cuddle."

She sat up suddenly and stood, leaving him aching for more of her touch. With that sort of irresistible offer on the table he refocused on his work, grateful to do something to distract himself from the hedonistic thoughts that were trying to force their way into his head. He licked the knife clean, careful of its sharp edge and enjoying the tang of the blood. When he sheathed it he checked to make sure his fur was clean. It still put butterflies in his stomach to see a flat, defined chest when he looked down. His breasts had been very small, much like Starrie's. That had helped make their removal relatively easy and without many complications.

He was similar in appearance to his older twin, sharing the same lean build and diminutive size that was common in their tribe and with fur that was equally white. Unlike her, however, a dark cape-like marking was draped down his back and over his shoulders. A small black diamond sat square on his forehead. His eyes, too, were a much deeper, oceanic blue. Not seeing them reflected in the sharp steel of a modern knife was one of the many reminders of the primitive conditions they were contending with.

Starrie held out a hand and helped him to his feet. He dusted off his legs and rump. Tidepool came up to a meager five feet in height, but Starrie only had a couple of inches on him. Kiusshe were always rather small.

Letting himself indulge for a moment, he slowly scanned his eyes across the quiet winter forest, savoring a deep breath of the crisp autumn air. He was still not tired of its stark beauty after so many days. The tall, thin pine trees wore a coat of snow and their needles cast this world into an ever-present twilight. His ears twitched and turned in search of sound that mostly wasn't there, excepting the soft, idle humming of the wind and the scurries and chirps of tiny animals and birds. In a soft, reverent voice, he said, "I've never heard the spirits so clearly."

"This is the library where they whisper their wisdom. We'd best listen and clean up after ourselves."

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Or maybe a peaceful forum where they speak softly to us. On the tundra all they do is howl and rage."

She grazed her nose across his cheek. "Threatening whispers?"

He shook his head, "Merely gentle reminders of what awaits us when we return; that we must respect them if they are to keep turning our windmills and pushing our snow-sails."

She made a noncommittal "mm," then wetted his cheek with a small lick. "We need to start heading back. We may need to help them finish."

He nodded, "Yeah… there goes me getting lost in daydreams again." She held his hand as they followed the familiar path back towards their camp, her basket now hung from her back by hide straps and his hanging at the end of a pole balancing on his shoulder. The trees had been marked with carefully shaped gashes imparted by hard stone axes, guiding them with no uncertainty.

"Good thing I'll be there to pull you out of the clouds."

His heart fluttered and a tiny grin curled his lips. She squeezed his hand, which he returned in kind. Only a spirit could impart such warmth to the soul.

It was a long walk back from their hunting and gathering grounds, but the weather was relatively pleasant for this time of year. Some small critters rustled away into the snow when they came near, while others watched curiously from the trees. Tidepool had found the forest intimidating at first. The sky could only be glimpsed above the trees in small patches and the many small creatures made the landscape feel like it was alive and shifting. It was unlike the rolling tundras of his home where trees were few and far between, lending an open battleground to large herd beasts and lean, stealthy hunters.

At this point, however, he found the muted ambiance peaceful and comforting. Once he had firmly pushed down his fears as irrational, he had begun to realize how close to the Spirits he felt when he was in this untouched land. Many parts of the world had been altered and cultivated by dogs of different species. Most did their best to integrate with the world and not annihilate it for their gain, but the presence of their societies nonetheless had a noteworthy effect on their environment. This land was no dog's home. Perhaps that was why he felt so at peace here. The Spirit within him knew this was their home, and had their mate by their side.

His religious musings faded when they heard singing from up ahead. Tidepool recognized it immediately. It was guttural, maybe even brutal singing either involving the throat or heavily distorted yells that sounded more like a pained snarl. There were two voices, one more experienced that was occasionally recognizable as female and one less experienced which seemed masculine. As they emerged from the treeline the singers came into view.

They were working around a large igloo in an advanced stage of construction. It was set on a flat area at the bend of a creek, backed up to a hillside and flanked by thick rows of trees. One of the singers was their Master, Tuulus. He was of a different but closely related breed, the Umatalme. The Kiusshe breed that Tidepool and Starrie belonged to generally looked like scaled-down and slimmed versions of the Umatalme, and their cultures were nearly identical. The two breeds had distinct cultures in the past, but several decades ago this had blended into one tapestry. Such was their closeness that it even included a common language.

Like most Umatalme Tuulus was superficially similar, but considerably larger, heavier in build, and much furrier. His muzzle was broader and more squared off. Over the top of a cream-white base layer, he had a snowy gray cloak over his shoulders that stretched down to his hips. A simple gray speckle marked his forehead. He was the oldest among them at thirty-nine, but his age was worn well and made him quite handsome. He was also the tallest, standing at seven feet and two inches tall.

His only articles of clothing were the basket hanging against his back and the belt around his waist holding several primitive tools. He also wore a leather marriage collar, weathered by many years of union but still quite strong. It was a rich burgundy and bore the family crest in shiny cast bronze. Along the sides of his collar were religious writings in the ancient Umatalme language. His wife was a high-ranking shaman and thus was one of the few still fluent in it.

His verse ended and he smiled his wise, gentle smile as he saw them approaching. Starrie spoke first, saying, "You're getting better and better at that, sir."

He dipped his head as thanks for her compliment, saying, "Kittisu is a good teacher, although I think her kind has vocal cords which compliment it better."

Kittisu let out a short howl as a greeting, coming towards them from near the curving wall of the igloo. The Taanolain was the most distinctive among them. Her thick fur was a dusty brown for the most part, interrupted by the black at the end of her muzzle and ears and the cream white of her belly and inner thighs. Her ears hung limply at the side of her head, bouncing slightly as she walked. She was big, sturdy, and well-endowed. Her tail curled like theirs, being about the only common feature among them. Her long, thick fur hid most of her muscle, but Tidepool knew that her strength was immense. She was generally stronger than Tuulus despite being smaller.

Kittisu had transitioned during puberty and had grown to a female size, which was testament to her breed's impressive stature. She stood at six feet and six inches tall and was built like a mountain. She was a fully initiated Acolyte, being twenty six years old and leaving the twenty year old siblings as the most junior. Her species used tattoos to mark important life events, and Kittisu already had many. The designs were harsh and cryptic, some apparently being phrases in the Taanolain tongue and others being interpretive designs of things like marriages and remarkable achievements in a trade. Her left ear was pierced with two bronze studs, both bearing birthstones. One was a fiery orange and the other a creamy white speckled with gold. They were the birthstones of her two wives.

She set into the final verse as they all watched. Through a combination of practice and having the physiology best suited to it, she made the rough, grating snarls and howls sound effortless. At first blush, the Taanolain way of singing could be harsh and difficult to listen to, especially with the immense volume one of the big dogs could muster. However, it had not taken Tidepool long to find the beauty in the discordance. It was raw and primal, calling back to the early days of canine society when the Taanolains were building their first meager cities and putting together the powerful yet diverse tribal government that they were now known for.

Kittisu sang in her mother-tongue, which Tidepool was not fluent in. However, he caught a few words and understood them to a certain extent. Much like the singing itself, the words were as blunt as a heavy club. It often ventured into the territory of vulgar and obscene, but that was an integral quality of Taanolain song. When a breed sets down roots in the kinds of environments the Taanolains did, there were far bigger things to worry about than censoring art and hiding the meanings of their words. Their society had its flaws, of course. All did. Oppression and peer pressure were rare to find in their history, however, and unheard of in recent decades.

The song ended in a long, shrieking howl that felt like it would shake the snow from the trees if it were just a little bit louder. It was a showcase of her strength as she held this thunderous note for many long seconds before she let it gently fade away, the echoes dying in the snow and leaving her fading shriek as the only sound in the clearing. As if in reverence, the silence of the clearing held for a few seconds before the singbirds picked up the tune and carried on in the background.

Tuulus drew her into a warm hug. Though he was larger overall, Kittisu was more powerfully built. The embrace was merely affectionate at first. Then Tidepool saw the thick, cord-like muscles in the Taanolain's arms and shoulders flex and heard a small, strained grunt force its way out of his master's throat. Despite her vice-like embrace he was clearly becoming flustered by the extremely close contact. The nakedly flirtatious licks to his throat and chin did not help his situation. Tidepool shared a smirk and then a giggle with Starrie. She hugged him tightly as well, pressing her body against his and making sure he could feel her every curve and shape. He couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped his lips.

Kittisu snickered when she heard that and then released Tuulus. He rolled his shoulders to both loosen them and to clear his head. Clearly a little excited by the contact, he said, "Okay, pups, let's get this thing finished so we'll have a nice place to sleep tonight. Go put those down in the cave and start working on the interior. Me and Kittisu will finish off the dome. Then you two can calm each other down." Tidepool's tail wagged at the poorly concealed euphemism in that statement.

Umatalme had the same view on incest Kiusshe did. If a dog desired the pleasures and comforts of their kin, there was no need to be hesitant about indulging so long as the desires were mutual and any married partners consented to it. Sometimes Tuulus bedded his identical triplet daughters more than he did his mate, depending on changing moods and workloads. Oftentimes he handled all four single-handedly. That sounded like a tall order to Tidepool but Tuulus didn't seem to mind too much.

Taanolains didn't seem to view it in too bad a light, either, although incestuous couples were forbidden from having pups to prevent any problems with inbreeding. Tidepool supposed he was lucky, in that sense, though if they were in the United Order they were guaranteed to have an open mind no matter the general preferences of the species on such matters. Kittisu had two brothers, but as far as Tidepool knew she did not lay with them or her parents, simply having no interest in such a thing for herself.

They had their orders and had plenty of work to do, so the twins set to work safely storing the food while Kittisu and Tuulus went back to work hauling blocks to the upper regions of the domed shelter they'd been building for the past week. Once the food items were safely buried the two smaller dogs started work inside of the igloo. The depressed floor had already been smoothed down and packed using wooden tools. A raised ridge had been built up against the curving wall, offering a small ledge to put items such as oil lamps, which Starrie had carved out of soft stones and hardwoods. A basic fireplace had been constructed against the back wall out of more snow-bricks with a crude chimney directing smoke outside. They had to start work on the sleeping platform. Kittisu and Tuulus continued working to finish the domed roof, Kittisu taking snow blocks from Tuulus and hefting them into place. Tidepool noticed lusty glances passing between them and Kittisu repeatedly teasing him with brushes of her tail or hips.

Tidepool was busy, too, however. He carried buckets of snow into the igloo and dumped them nearby, while Starrie worked the snow into a low, wide bed for all four of them. An oil lamp held two burning wicks and gave her plenty of light even as the dome inched closer and closer to completion. Her hands shaped the snow with smooth precision. She was developing into a highly skilled potter back home, and it seemed that her practice with clay translated well into the thick, heavy snow that eternally blanketed this forest. She sang a traditional Kiusshe folk song. It was not the brutal, war-like braying of Taanolains.

It was a smooth keen, perhaps delighting in romance, celebrating a life yet to come, or holding remembrance for those whose spirit had returned home. Starrie had a beautiful high-pitched singing voice that carried across the cold clearing like a shrine bell. He recognized it as a love song, one that he knew well. Starrie was relating to the Moon how bright her spirit was now that she found her love, confiding in her about her worries and her hopes for the future.

Tidepool found himself loitering near her work area to listen. He felt warmth radiating from his heart as he listened. Kittisu was given bricks of snow that she hefted into place with seemingly no effort. His ears perked as he realized that Kittisu was quietly singing along, adding bass beneath Starrie's crisp voice. He met Tuulus' eyes as he brought in another snow block. Tuulus smiled warmly at him when he realized that she was directing the song at her mate. Tidepool knew his grin was dopey, but he couldn't help it.

The sleeping platform was being shaped beautifully by the singing potter. Starrie didn't interrupt her song but she used her snow-dusted hands to speak to him in sign language. "Can you fill the water skins?" He signed back an affirmative. He took the empty bladders from near the doorway and stepped into the bright noon sun. The creek that made up the Eastern border of their little homestead was clear and cold. It seemed to rise up from somewhere deep below and was chilled by the snow. The bottom was made up of large rocks, so it wasn't even gritty. His paws made a lonely trail through the snow and he knelt on the bank, holding each bladder beneath the surface and waiting until it was swollen. He used a wooden jig instead of his bare paws, since soaking his fur could be dangerous in this place even during a relatively mild day.

From out here the song of the two women was bright but distant, like sirens on some distant shore. He did not delay in his duty, much as he wanted to so he could enjoy the effect. Once all four bladders were full and completely sealed he slung two over each shoulder and made his way back, his wide foot-paws only making a gentle crunch before the snow compacted and stopped him from sinking further. He was grateful for being created for an environment like this. As desolate as it was, his anatomy still provided him a comforting level of protection.

The cool water was quickly enjoyed by all, slaking work-wrought thirsts. Certainly his own throat was becoming quite dry. Once all was well they went back to their tasks with vigor, eager to finish. The singing faded into idle chatter as the curving platform reached its halfway mark of completion. In between hauling in snow he helped her with building up and shaping the platforms. He found himself missing her warmth whenever he had to move away. He much preferred to be by her side, their hands moving as if they were wielded by one being. It felt like so long ago that he and Starrie had laid together. Fifteen days was a long time, he thought. Now that their food reserves were healthy and their shelter improving by the minute, he started wondering if she would be interested in proper love-making.

Now that the platforms had been sufficiently built up, they took a break, laying out side-by-side across the top. He sprawled with a whiny yawn and said, "Now this is nice. It's an actual bed." Even without pelts the improvement was already remarkable.

Starrie cuddled close to his side, her muzzle interleaved into his shoulder. She giggled and nodded agreeably. "Much better for sleeping."

"Better for lazing, too."

"And for dreaming?"

He nuzzled her snout needily, growling softly to signal what he wanted, and then said, "Indeed, dear sister. Many delightful dreams."

He was surprised when she moved to lay over him. Their noses nearly touched. She pressed a fleeting kiss to his lips as he embraced her. In a low voice she said, "Dreams sweeter than the juiciest berries, dear brother." There was a difference in feeling solely from context. Starrie's touch had been warm safety in the snow cave. Now with a sturdy dome encompassing them and abundant supplies, he allowed his primitive instincts to rise to the surface. He was greedy for the sensation, the intimacy of being so closely intertwined with his twin. He delighted in the soft fur beneath his hands and the delicate touch of her lips. Constant volleys of brief kisses passed between them as her legs tightened around his waist.

His grip tightened on her shoulders and his hips pressed against hers. He was delving deep into his lust when he heard Tuulus clear his throat. Startled out of their stupor like they'd been hit with cold water, Starrie rolled off of her mate and Tidepool sat up, alarmed. Tuulus and Kittisu looked amused. Their Master said, "We still have some work to do, pups."

Tidepool's cheeks burned. He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, sir. I let myself get carried away."

Starrie echoed his apology, "We'll control ourselves, Master Tuulus."

He raised a hand, "I understand that you two haven't laid together for a while. As soon as we get this done you can have as much intimacy as you want." He paused, saw their timid expressions, then continued, saying, "Stop looking so crestfallen, please. I'm not mad, I just want to get this done today," he sighed, "I'm feeling it too, trust me. I've been day-dreaming about my Faeru and our pups constantly."

Kittisu interjected with a quip, saying, "I've been thinking about your pups, too, Master Tuulus. You've taught them a lot."

He was about to thank her, then thought about what she'd said, then saw the way that Tidepool and Starrie were holding in giggles. He sighed with a melodramatic roll of his eyes. He suddenly groped Kittisu, returning the favor for all the times she'd brushed her tail across his face. She grunted, then smirked, briefly teasing him with a flag of that tail.

"I'm sure you've taught them some things too. You're a bad influence." He groped her again, smirked at her reaction, and went to take a swig from a water skin.

“Come now, Master, what a mean thing to say. And Valze told me you reacted quite well to my advice."

Tuulus seemed to suddenly pause, actually looking flustered at some unsaid thought. After a moment he said. “Alright, shush, now you're getting me distracted." He took another swig of water while Kittisu reveled in her small victory with a little fit of giggles.

Tidepool glanced over at Starrie, who let out a tiny snicker and licked her brother's cheek. He giggled as well, partly triggered by her laughter. Tuulus huffed and tried his best to hide his blush behind the waterskin as he took another swig. “Okay, okay, why don't you two go and get the sleeping hides out of the snow cave? Try not to get distracted again."

Starrie pressed one more long, sweet kiss to his lips before she slid smoothly off of the sleeping platform. He swung his legs over the side and stood, pausing to reach his arms high in the air for a thorough, satisfying stretch. He made his way outside, walking side-by-side with her to where they had been hunkering down for those difficult first days. The snow cave was small and crude, but it had blocked out most of the wind and trapped most of the heat the four dogs produced. Laid out along the floor of the cave were several furs that had been brought with them on the trek into the woods. Starrie and Tidepool had brought the fur of a massive bear and the furs of several large, wild bovines. They were warm and plush, and embedded in them were the scents of Starrie, Riptide, and their mother and father. Tidepool found those just as warm and comforting as the furs themselves.

Riptide's scent was especially strong on the bear fur. It was one of her sleeping skins, but she had generously let him take it since it would help him with homesickness. The image of her features appeared in his mind as he buried his snout in the warm, mud-brown fur. A couple of years older than him and Starrie, with a similar ghostly-white pelt. This snowscape was only interrupted by a light gray dusting on her shoulders and hips, accented by a dark diamond nestled between her eyes much like was present on Tidepool. He worried about her just as frequently as he worried about their mother, albeit for different reasons. Even though her ears had never worked and she learned long ago to live without hearing, he couldn't stop himself most of the time.

Starrie graced his shoulder with a light touch. He glanced up as she said, “I've been thinking about her, too, brother. I'm sure she is thinking about us as well."

Tidepool managed a little smile. He drew his sister into a light hug, “I know. I never thought I'd be missing our village so much."

They started back to the igloo with the sleeping pelts piled high on their shoulders. “Yet another thing you are finding about yourself, mm?"

A slow, thoughtful nod.

There was only a brief pause before she said, “Maybe you are figuring it out, but I always knew you were a softie."

He smirked, “Did you marry me despite that, or was that a plus?"

Despite their forward pace she gracefully nuzzled him, saying, “I knew what I was doing when I said yes."

He nuzzled her in return and only replied with a small, affectionate growl, which she returned in kind.

Kittisu was outside, hauling in a pair of blocks on her shoulders. Her eyes were gentle and kind, but she spoke with an air of bemusement, saying, “We better get this finished before you two get tangled up with each other."

Tidepool huffed indignantly, saying, “We're fine. You're the one begging Master for a round."

Kittisu rolled her eyes and made a hand gesture that Tidepool recognized as rude in her culture, although in this context it only made him chortle. She said, “I'm taking you for a round first, then your wife."

Starrie bit at the air playfully, saying, “I'm going to hold you to that."

Kittisu bit back, although her massive jaws and heavy teeth made a considerably more substantial thud. She said, “I'm going to hold you to the floor, little whelp."

Despite the chill of the outside air Tidepool suddenly felt terribly overheated. He shifted the pelts awkwardly on his shoulders and tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. Kittisu chuckled softly as she saw his suddenly flustered state. The only relief was his sister-wife looking equally hot at whatever images had just appeared in her head, which were surely rather obscene. Kittisu had stopped at the doorway and said, “Later, though… for now, after you two. It looks like those pelts are pretty heavy."

He shot her a playful glare as she made them slide past her to get into the entrance tunnel of the igloo. He had to hurry, however, since the brush of her thick pelt and her pleasant natural scent grabbed his arousal and built it at a feverish pitch. That was the last thing he needed. It was good that they had not built a fire yet since it allowed him to cool off a little as he and Starrie arranged the pelts in a comfortable way. There was a lot left to do and he would rather not be dribbling down his thighs the entire time.

He focused on how excited he was to be sleeping on something like a real bed for the first time in a long while. It would not be the same as the one in their cottage back home, but it would be a marvelous improvement. The pelts were arranged such that there were three distinct but conjoined sleeping positions. It was a matter of practicality in the minimal space they had and also a good source of warmth besides the fire. He took a short break from his work to appreciate what they had accomplished.

Their tools were arranged against the wall and piled as neatly as possible in an out-of-the-way corner. A few personal items were arranged on small extensions behind the sleeping platform like crude headboards. At some point Kittisu had transferred her statuettes to the one behind her pelts without him noticing. She had carved them out of dead wood as soon as she had arrived. They were vital in the three prayers she had to perform throughout the day and they could not be carried from elsewhere and still be useful. Her religion was vastly different from his in that way.

The Kiusshe and Umatalme religion did not have any required dog-made religious artifacts nor set prayer times. Instead they were obligated to pray over every kill and over any trees they had to seriously damage, although prayer was also acceptable at other times and in times of emotional distress. It would be nice to have a shrine set up, even though it was not necessary. It helped clear the mind and made prayers more thorough, although Tuulus seemed able to pray like he was at a shrine no matter where or what he was doing. His wife must have educated him well.

That would be something they could work on now that they had their survival needs taken care of. Maybe, given enough time, this place could be decorated to be more of a home. That would be nice, but for now he was just grateful to be out of the wind and the sharp sunlight. He shuffled aside as Starrie moved through the igloo and finished leveling out the floor. Kittisu and Tuulus made constant small-talk as they worked, and he found himself liking the constant, rumbling soundtrack of their deep voices.

Starrie smoothed out one of Tuulus' pelts, then stepped back and admired her work. With the final couple of bricks going into place, the igloo was all but finished. Tidepool put the finishing touches on the fireplace. He used smooth river-rocks that he had been gathering over the past few days, building a nice platform and containment for the fuel. It was little more than a primitive hearth, but it was better than a firepit out in the open. Still a far cry from the iron stove present in his family's cottage, nonetheless.

He would never complain about shoveling a ditch ever again after this. Nor would he complain about having to split firewood when he had a sharp steel ax and gloves, although at least they had enough firewood built up that they would not need to gather more until tomorrow. With that done, he set to work stacking small wood and kindling in amongst the stones. All small, dry pieces of fuel so that the flames could easily catch. He picked up the two pieces of soft, chalky sparkrock they had gathered as soon as they arrived here.

It was as natural as breathing to him to strike them in such a way that a hot spray of sparks pelted the kindling and set it alight, the newborn flames hungrily reaching for more fuel and spreading across the shredded bark like flowing water. He made sure it spread and grew, reaching such a size that it started to consume twigs and branches as well. Logs could be added once it was ripping hot and needing an even larger fuel source. For now, this was plenty.

Tidepool drew a long, slow breath and let his eyes lid. Even this burgeoning warmth brought a pleasure to his bones that he had not felt in a while. The smoke was drawn out through carefully positioned slits, although it was making less and less smoke as the fire increased in temperature and began to burn better fuel. He liked to think he had gotten pretty good at building a healthy, clean-burning fire. Starrie settled on her knees next to him and nuzzled him gently. He nuzzled her back, growling affectionately under his breath.

The igloo was finally finished and the little group could afford to relax without endangering themselves or going hungry. Kittisu seated herself as well. Tuulus rubbed his hands together, apparently pleased with what he saw as he appraised the work of himself and his apprentices. He said, “Good work, all. Is anyone else hungry? I'm feeling like I could eat."

Kittisu barked to say yes.

Tidepool and Starrie both nodded, and he noticed that her tail was wagging just as hard as his at the mention of a meal.

“Thanks to our skilled apprentices, we can eat well to celebrate what we've accomplished."

Tidepool kissed Starrie on her cheek and went to help their Master. A couple of large hares were butchered for meat and some delicious mushrooms were prepared to be cooked alongside them. They were even allowed to snack on delicious green berries and tree nuts while the proper meal sizzled in the flames, quickly filling the igloo with delightful scents. Tidepool watched the meat and mushrooms frying with naked excitement, even as the berries helped ease the growls of his stomach. Tuulus was crouched by the fire to attend to the spread, while Kittisu was seated on her sleeping pelts and the twin Kiusshe on theirs.

Tidepool spread his toes with a happy sigh as the fire heated his sore pads and melted the snow out his furl, his sister-wife by his side and a warm fire bearing a full meal on the hot stones. They were incredibly isolated out here, but that was far on the fringes of his mind. He had so much more to delight in, simple things that he may not have otherwise been so grateful for. The bond between the two siblings was nearly invincible now.

Tuulus looked deeply at peace as he soaked in the warmth of the fire. He had been on two of these excursions already as a Mentor. He would not be required to lead Apprentices on a fourth, although Tidepool wondered if he had any desire to stop. If he was granted Acolyte status, Tidepool himself would have to consider whether he wanted to start down the path of Mentor. Acolytes started out generalized and did whatever work needed doing for the Guild, but most were not without specialty for very long.

Tuulus had started work on becoming a Guardian shortly after his own initiation ritual. Making first contact with a tribe was considered an especially difficult and potentially dangerous task since some were openly hostile to sharing intimate details about their cultures and using a guild of strangers as diplomatic conduits. In the worst cases, armed conflict could result, although this was a mercifully rare occurrence. Guardians like Tuulus protected the other Guild members, specializing in combat arts and being the only Guild members who regularly carried large weapons or heavy armor.

Tuulus' ornate, tribally-decorated armor was stunning to behold and no doubt he had been a striking figure in it, but Tidepool only ever saw it resting on a stand in his Master's cottage. After nursing his wife through the dangerous pregnancy and birth of triplet pups, he never donned his armor again. The multiple scars that peppered his body must have weighed heavily on him once his daughters arrived.

Tidepool was too busy daydreaming to notice the big Taanolain crawling closer until her bulk was suddenly at his side. He was surprised at first, then cuddled into her side for her warmth while making small, needy noises. He heard Kittisu chuckle, then click her tongue. When he looked up, she gestured with her head towards her lap. He was hesitant to leave his wife's embrace, but she gave him a little nudge to encourage him to take the offer.

The warmth of the fire felt insignificant now. He nuzzled into her plush chest, aware of his tail wagging but not being terribly interested in stopping it. Kittisu wrapped him up in one arm, the other one drawing Starrie close. He was still close to his love, but someone who he considered a second mother now held him in the well-guarded security of her lap. Even with his rumbling belly, he found his eyes lidding as the long work of the day began to weigh on him.

He was woken a short while later by a little nudge. He blinked open his eyes, then accepted a bowl that Tuulus was offering him. “Thank you, sir. This smells delicious."

Tuulus bowed a little, “Many thanks, Acolyte." He took up a seat next to the three and set into his meal as well. They were all hungry enough to eat in silence. Tidepool did his best to eat at a steady pace, but his growling belly would only let him slow down so much. They could have made chopsticks or some other utensil, but Tuulus had prepared the meal such that it could be eaten with fingers. Something about that primal action felt right with the kind of structure he was sitting in. A couple of waterskins were passed around to slake thirst.

He let out a low sigh of satisfaction once he was sated. Reluctantly leaving the warmth of the Taanolain's lap, he set his own bowl by the fire, then took empty bowls from the rest of his little pack and stacked them on his own. They could be cleaned later. It was entirely dark outside now, the sunset having faded into a proper night.

He turned around and smirked as he saw Starrie sitting in Kittisu's lap. “You didn't wait to take my spot, huh?"

She stuck out her tongue cheekily, saying, “You forfeited it, so this is fair and square."

He sprawled out against Kittisu's side, chuckling, “Fine, you keep it, then."

A playful look of self-satisfaction as she nuzzled up against the bigger dog's chest, prompting a thankful little scritch to Starrie's ear. Starrie said, “Finally learned your place, little brother?"

He rolled his eyes, “See what it's like having two older sisters, Master?"

He laughed briefly, “You're twenty minutes younger than her at most, Tidepool."

Starrie interjected, “It counts!"

Tidepool huffed, mocking indignance as he said, “Doesn't stop you and Riptide from ganging up on poor baby brother."

A roll of her eyes, “Yeah, sure, all those noises you make when Riptide traps you between her thighs are definitely fear and distress."

He felt heat rising to his cheeks before he quickly retorted, “You're no better about it!"

Starrie giggled, “I don't sound nearly as needy as you do."

He started to argue but Kittisu interjected, “Best not waste your breath, she's right about that one."

He groaned, although he knew that they were correct. He had always been the most submissive of their group, and certainly the more submissive between him and Starrie. Being reminded about how his sisters treated him at home had also quickly rekindled the heat in his belly. He was more pent up than he could have ever imagined, clearly. Maybe finally having all of his basic needs secured had subconsciously allowed his mind to refocus on things that were less necessary. Thankfully, he did not have to sit and stew in the thoughts that came unbidden for very long.

He heard Starrie gasp as if surprised but deeply pleasured. He looked up and felt the heat flare harshly as he saw Kittisu groping and squeezing Starrie's nearly flat chest. “I love watching you two whelps argue about this when you are both such eager little playthings for your Acolyte and Master." She tweaked one of the smaller girl's nipples between her fingers, making her yelp and then whine as her toes curled tightly.

With the massive Taanolain's heavy paws toying with his sister-wife's lovely chest, Tidepool had room to put in his side of his story, saying, “She likes to bluster like she doesn't also turn into a begging mess."

Kittisu chuckled, taking one of the Kiusshe's ears and gently gnawing on it. She gave a gentle pinch and twist to the smaller girl's nipples as she said, “I love how figuring out how to turn one of you on also taught me how to turn on the other." Starrie was already reduced to moaning and whining as Kittsu worked her chest and her ears. Tidepool's tail played a rapid rhythm on the wall behind him as the scent of his sister's arousal started to tickle his nose. A little shiver went down his spine as his breaths became rapid with the heat of his own arousal.

Part of it was his sister's scent, but another part of it was watching her squirming and finally letting her obvious need come to the surface. The bigger dog had her utterly under control, holding her square in her lap as she made her dance with just the touch of her skilled fingers. Kittisu's legs spread as her bright red tip emerged from her thick sheath. She shifted such that Starrie's soft rump was resting lightly on it. Starrie shivered again and pushed herself into that plush package, drawing a warm growl from the bigger dog as she nibbled on Starrie's other ear.

Tidepool said, “You've truly mastered her, Kittisu."

The Taanolain perked up her ear and had a look on her face that suggested that she had suddenly remembered something of importance. She asked Tidepool, “May I take your wife? Or do you want to keep her to yourself?"

The answer was the one he always gave. He met Starrie's eyes, who had a similar questioning look to them. He replied, “No, I am happy to share her. Quite happy." He had no lack of confidence in his own skill or her affection for him, so watching her being taken by others was nothing but enjoyable. It was a kink that he felt no shame in. “Thank you for asking, though. That's kind of you."

Kittisu nodded. She leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips, holding it there for a few seconds as the rapid drumming of his tail against the wall picked up in pace significantly. She left him with a few teasing licks to his lips. Then, showing off her strength, she carried his wife with her as she laid out Starrie on her back, sprawling her sideways across the soft sleeping pelts and winding up knelt between her legs. Tidepool glanced over and noticed Tuulus watching with a little smile on his face and a noticeably swollen sheath.

“Do you want to take her as well, sir?"

He tipped his head, playing as if he were seriously considering the offer and hadn't accepted it by default. “Is that okay with you two?"

The two girls glanced at each other, then Kittisu nodded, saying, “Of course, sir. We can have our fun later."

The big Umatalme sat up and walked over to the little Kiusshe laid out on her back. He affectionately scratched her chin while considering what to do with her. He met Tidepool's eyes, who was sitting off to one side at this point and watching with a nakedly excited look on his face. His master said, “Any suggestions, Apprentice?"

Tidepool tapped his chin as he pondered. He finally said, “Well… I think her face would look pretty cute under your tail…"

Tuulus raised a brow, then looked down to the smaller Kiusshe and softly asked, “How does that sound, Apprentice? Do I get to feel your tongue in that way?"

Tidepool glanced up, huffing a little as his sister-wife's tail played a rapid rhythm on the sleeping platform. She cooed, “That sounds amazing, sir."

Tuulus looked genuinely excited as he casually threw one knee over her muzzle and knelt over her face, squeezing her gently between his enormous thighs as his hefty balls laid on her chest. The small amount of padding there was plenty for him, his tail immediately wagging as her warmth soaked into his nuts. The heat and the softness of the embrace all sent Starrie immediately into a deep relaxation. Her view was entirely blocked off, leaving her with nothing to stare at but Tuulus' shapely ass. She felt over his hips and thighs slowly, savoring his size and his stature even from her compromised position. It was not long before she was working him over with her tongue, if the low sighs and rumbles of pleasure from their Master were any indication.

He heard a distinct clicking sound and looked to its source. Kittisu had shifted back, leaving some room between her and Starrie's sex. She met Tidepool's eyes and said, “Come get your wife ready for me, pup." Her commanding tone of voice forced his tail to wag. He quickly and eagerly made his way down between his sister's thighs. She spread her legs a little wider and giggled, perhaps at his eagerness or how easily he was told what to do.

He let out a low moan as he nuzzled into her sex and savored each and every thread of her aroma, admiring it like an intricate tapestry. Her arousal was obvious, of course, begging for someone to take care of it. Then there were the natural scents of exertion, those pleasant musky scents built up by physical work. He'd fully admit that his favorite thread was the cozy scent that only he could enjoy - the one that loudly and clearly stated, 'this is your sister' in the most basic language of nervous stimulation. It naturally made him feel content and safe.

His tongue had begun to lap up her nectar completely unbidden. Her taste was delicious as ever and delightfully familiar. Still, though, the sensations that his olfactory experienced were the primary driver for the heat building in his own loins. Her low, sweet moans and little squirms were all the encouragement he needed to keep going, knowing that she could tell it was him just from how his tongue felt.

Kittisu appraised his work, ruffling his ears a little while she watched this little moment of intimacy. “Good boy. Getting her good and wet for your Master. She'll need it." With her free hand she began to toy with her balls and her sheath. A little hiss escaped from between her teeth as her needy package found some stimulation. “Mm. She sounds so cute."

Tuulus leaned back, his hands resting on his thighs, clearly content to savor the ass worship for now while he watched the male Kiusshe eat out his wife. Tidepool's focus remained on the delicious honey in front of him, but he knew they were both watching. Tuulus said, “Once her brother has her good and warmed up, why don't you get her ready for me?"

Tidepool found such taboo pleasure in seeing his sweet sister treated this way as her taste lit up his mind with pleasure and love. As wet as he was getting between his legs, he was also distracted by the equally impressive tool now standing at partial attention between Kittisu's legs. Kittisu growled when he reached out and started to slowly stroke her own cock. She gently took his hand and pushed it away. He stopped and glanced up, quite concerned that he'd done something wrong.

“Focus on your sister-wife, little male. I'll get my satisfaction soon enough."

He licked his lips, nodded, and happily went back to work, now using his paws to tenderly grope and massage his beautiful sister's thighs and hips. He lapped at her clitoris a few times in between his general bathing of the area. He knew all of the spots she liked the most, and how to best tease them. He had no idea how much of her panting and squirming was on him and how much of it was having her face buried between their Master's shapely cheeks, but he was eager to taste the nectar flowing from her either way, and was happy to be contributing to her deep pleasure. She was getting very deeply involved in her work as well. He could hear her tongue working over Tuulus' ass and see how his Master shivered and curled his toes.

She apparently knew how to get to him. Tuulus let this continue for a little while, clearly getting more and more turned on by the sloppy tongue working his asshole and loosening it up in the process. Tidepool knew how his sister worked and that she would go as deep as her partner would allow. Tuulus knew that, and now he made sure she could go very deep indeed. He sat up suddenly, leaving Starrie blinking in the sudden light. She did not have time to ask what he was doing before he grabbed her head and carefully shoved it in between his cheeks again. Before she could do much more than moan, he leaned forward and pushed more with a harsh snarl. His ass did not resist much before Starrie's muzzle spread him open and sunk inside.

Now he sat down again, his ass properly covering her face as she no doubt set to work on his interior as soon as she had recovered. Tidepool suddenly found himself struggling to handle the mess in front of him. He stopped to say, “Careful, sir, it looks like she might go all the way in if you clench too much."

Tuulus chuckled, saying, “If I did not need her hands your little wife would already have vanished. I can control myself."

Tidepool huffed again, saying meekly, “Yes sir", before setting back to his work. He lost track of time as he worshiped his elder sister, focused entirely on his task of helping her with the arousal coming from giving her Master such a thorough rimming. It was making him unbelievably hot between his own legs. That was before he even considered the huge, horny female sitting to his side and rubbing his ears, her massive tool twitching in the cool air and dripping from its pointed tip. Tidepool was mostly focusing on loosening his sister as best as he could to prepare her for Kittisu and, eventually, Tuulus himself. The Acolyte cooed her encouragement to him and redoubled her rewards to his ears as she observed this, which only made his tail wag harder. “You really want me to pound your sister silly, don't you?"

He paused, licking his now very messy lips and coyly saying, “You are going to anyway. I'm just taking my time so she has to have her muzzle up Master's ass for a little longer."

Starrie's tail tip-tapped against the ground a few times, bringing a smirk to his lips.

Tidepool suddenly felt a paw grabbing at his scruff. Kittisu hauled him away from his sister's pussy, getting a needy whine out of both of them. He knew why she was doing it, but the loss of that delicious taste and divine scent left him longing. He scrambled out of her way, knowing that there needed to be more done for Starrie to take her Master's enormous tool.

He licked his lips and wiped off his muzzle as Kittisu moved into position. She simply shoved Starrie's legs apart with her hips and shifted her own around to align herself. Tidepool took Kittisu's shaft in one hand and carefully aimed, a grin on his face as he met the bigger girl's gaze. She winked at him, hands set on either side of Starrie as she got a good, straight shot in. Kittisu herself was by no means small. Apparently, even by the standards of the huge Taanolains she was quite well equipped. He carefully guided the Taanolain's cock so she slid sensuously across Starrie's honeypot and silky belly fur.

This was just as much for his delight as it was for everyone else's pleasure. He knew just how delightful her tummy fur was, but he loved seeing how filling this “warmup" would be for his sister, especially with Kittisu's needy noises and shoves. He cooed, “I'm glad you are such a size queen. Feel how big she is? This is just to get you ready for Master."

Starrie's tail once again pitter-pattered on the bed and her toes curled. Kittisu did not move to penetrate her immediately, instead saying, “Aim me in properly, whelp, before I pin you down and take your pussy instead." She looked him over with a smirk, “I wouldn't notice a difference."

His ears pinned and heat rose to his cheeks. Kittisu pulled back, and this time Tidepool was very careful about pushing her tip into Starrie's tight pussy. He let out a tiny moan, thrills racing up his spine as Kittisu crammed his sister full of her Taanolain dick. He grabbed at his chest and squeezed, needing any relief whatsoever as a carnal inferno roared in his belly and loins. Beyond Starrie's pelvis her belly bulged with a distinct outline of that member, showing off just how deep it was going. Tuulus sat heavily on his ass, cock throbbing and straining while he let out a few low grunts of pleasure. He chuckled softly, his tail wagging as he saw his pup's stomach bulging out with a massive Taanolain cock while she groaned into his bowels, suddenly crammed full and given that deep ache that she adored so much.

Tidepool crawled forward and leaned against one of Tuulus' thick thighs. One of his hands went to his sex as he drank in this display of depravity being carried out on his sister and wife. Kittisu growled as she hilted herself roughly in the smaller Kiusshe and immediately set into harsh, long thrusts, balls lightly plapping on Starrie's ass. Somehow she still managed to properly bathe and worship her Master's interior, keeping him rock-hard and soon dribbling pre onto the soft fur of her nearly flat chest.

Tuulus met his eyes and teasingly grinned. Tidepool spread his legs and worked himself that much harder with a pair of fingers, shyly avoiding his Master's gaze, although he knew full well that he was watching him fingering himself to the sight of his sister being fucked by a massive bitch. Kittisu was happy to show off, leaning back so everyone could see the outline in Starrie's belly.

He leaned more on Tuulus while he watched the gorgeous Kittisu savoring his sister's pussy with every one of her many inches. He was a little bit jealous that his sister got first dibs with the gorgeous Taanolain, but he had a feeling that there would be plenty left for him even after they had tuckered out Starrie. Kittisu had not slowed down at all, continuing her deep and forceful thrusting even as her lips parted in a hot pant and her face showed how quickly she was pushing herself towards a climax.

It seemed like she was not expecting Tuulus to take this long to be satisfied, yet she still stubbornly refused to slow down and give herself any rest. Tidepool knew that his Master was intentionally being slow and he was grateful for it so Kittisu could really show off her strength and her endurance. He wondered if the hard packed snow beneath him was going to start melting because of how hot he was feeling.

He clung to Tuulus' broad thigh while he felt up his own chest and stomach. He was still enormously sensitive here, even after all that the medicine dog had done. His favorite spot was still his nipples. He very much teased Kittisu with the view, turning so she could watch him roll and pinch the hardened nubs between his fingers. Kittisu suddenly pressed into the hilt and ground on his sister's crotch while her teeth flashed in a harsh snarl. Tuulus chuckled. His large paw found Tidepool's perked ears and began rubbing them tenderly. His tail wagged into a little blur behind him.

With a cocky smile the Umatalme growled, “You still don't have much patience, do you, Kittisu?"

Kittisu had managed to hold back her orgasm and was soon returning to her previous pace. Her nuts slapped the younger dog's ass as she said, “I-I just don't want any whining from her when you go balls deep."

He watched his Apprentice getting fucked for a few seconds longer even while she was starting to squirm and wriggle in an obvious show of an approaching climax. “And I don't want any whining from you when you cum because of your methods, Acolyte." Apparently wanting even more than he was already getting, Tuulus flexed his thighs, rising up Starrie's muzzle before then descending back down.

Tidepool huffed as Tuulus pressed down, teasing his own asshole with a light stretch that wasn't quite enough to fit the Kiusshe's head inside. He settled into a sensual, deep ride, groaning in pleasure as his cock throbbed. The smaller dog's nose was never allowed to reach fresh air, of course. He only used enough of her muzzle to ensure that. Tidepool reached down between his own legs and fiddled with his clit, far too heated from watching his sister's face being used like a toy to idly watch.

Tuulus let his eyes lid and his head tilt back. A couple of small curses rolled from his lips as he played with angles to pleasure himself as best as possible. The amount he'd practiced was made obvious by how casually he used her muzzle. Putting smaller girls entirely up his ass was a barely-challenging bit of fun for him, so this was an easy toy to play with in comparison.

Tidepool spread his legs and pushed a finger into his sex. He worked himself vigorously, having no need to fantasize when he had such a scene playing out in front of him and such an exhilarating mixture of scenes that surrounded him like a warm spring. He was far too pent up to make any effort at holding himself back. Before he even realized he was doong it, he had two fingers in his sex and the other hand grabbing at his chest and tweaking a nipple.

He worked himself at a faster and faster pace, seeing his peak just ahead of him and racing towards it with naked vigor. His moans came unbidden and, to his eyes, only encouraged Kittisu. She shifted to take some weight off of her knees and offload it onto the smaller bitch beneath her, throwing a glance his way every once in a while. He made sure to show her just what he was doing to himself.

With this sort of distraction and Starrie unhearable through Tuulus' fat and flesh, her climax surprised him. She suddenly arched her back and clawed at Tuulus' thighs. He growled and shoved down, stretching his asshole over her head. Then he clenched, hard, and her head vanished. No doubt his constant clenching to “punish" Starrie felt good, but it also clearly made it harder for Kittisu as Starrie writhed in what must have been a powerful orgasm.

Kittisu held the smaller girl tight, snarling loudly as she rode out her orgasm with small thrusts and shoves from her hips. She was riding right on the edge of her own climax, one that she had been forbidden from having yet but was clearly struggling to hold back. It was the first release Starrie had experienced in many days and it was especially strong. Tidepool was not surprised since she had been having her kinks hit so hard by the two larger dogs.

Tidepool had his kinks hit hard, too. A whine and then a howl left his throat as all of that pent up energy released at once. He rolled fully onto his back and humped at his hand like his life depended on it. A massive hand suddenly grabbed his crotch and squeezed, pushing his own digits deeper and blowing out whatever educated thoughts remained. The rest of the world receded as his mind was washed over by a tidal wave of carnal energy.

After what seemed like ages, Starrie finally stopped squirming. His faded away soon after. Male orgasms were intense but short-lived. Kittisu finally had some relief, groaning a little as the worst of the climactic spasms ceased. Her balls and thighs were stained with trickles of the Kiusshe's nectar that was still dribbling from her sex.

After they had recovered somewhat, Tuulus said, “Okay, Kittisu. That's enough. I want to cum in her first and you are not going to last through another one of those."

After catching her breath a little more, Kittisu cooed, “Yes sir. I think she's going to give you no problems, now." Starrie shuddered delightfully as Kittisu sat up and suddenly extracted her cock from her sex. Tidepool licked his lips and openly stared at her thick tool, throbbing in the air and gleaming with her own pre and his sister's nectar.

Tuulus gave himself a few moments to rest before he sat up. He simply pushed out Starrie's head, letting her drop a short distance into the plush pelts, panting loudly and moaning as she finally got some fresh air.

She didn't move much for some time, recovering from what she'd just experienced. Tuulus ruffled her ears as thanks, then shuffled out of the way, wanting to rest his knees and stretch his legs. Kittisu laid out against the smaller female's flank, giving her a warm snuggle as a reward.

Tidepool cuddled into her other side and licked at her cheek and neck, giving little puppy kisses that made both of their tails wag. She returned them with vigor, showing that the affection ran both ways at equal strength. The angles made things a little awkward, but he did his absolute best to hug her nonetheless. There was no better way to recover from their shared climaxes than in each other's arms, even if they hadn't been directly making love. It was still a shared intimate experience with two intimate friends.

Seeing Kittisu's hot panting reinforced the kind of plowing she'd been giving Starrie and how fatiguing it had been even with the Taanolain's powerful physique. Tidepool kissed his wife's cheek, now recovered sufficiently to sit up.

He went to their provisions pile. fetching a couple of waterskins as the rest of the dogs recovered and bathed in afterglow. Kittisu also rubbed and kneaded Starrie's ears in gentle, appreciative thanks, prompting a rapid tail wagging from the smaller female.

Tidepool handed one water skin to Tuulus, who had stood up next to the sleeping ledge to work out the kinks in his legs. He growled appreciatively and drew a few large gulps from it. He licked his lips clean, not having moved much but made thirsty by the immense arousal he was clearly feeling. Tidepool noted with an amorous grin just how much his dick was drooling and throbbing, clearly needing something to relieve himself with.

He offered a water skin to Kittisu, too, who sat up and took it happily. She drank greedily from it. Tidepool now sat back and waited patiently as the three rested and drank for a brief moment. “How's your stomach, Starrie?"

She smirked at her brother and rubbed it, “A little sore, but in the best way."

His tail started a small wag again. “I know what you mean by that."

She growled a little, smirking at his tease, “Of course you love it, too. You moan louder than I do."

She was interrupted by Tuulus offering her the rest of the water. She considered it for a second and then surprised him by sitting up and gracing his pubic area with a few puppy licks, right around where his bladder would be. “I like it better when your body flavors it, sir…"

His ears folded back and he looked enormously flustered. “I have lots of my own water to give, Apprentice, but only drink as much as you want… I am sure your jaws are… nnh!"

Starrie interrupted him by stuffing his dick into her maw and teasing it with her teeth using minute jaw movements, something she had become quite skilled at. His paws once more gripped her head around her ears as he started to breathe deep to relax.

His cock softened somewhat and soon Starrie was rapidly gulping and furrowing her brow in concentration as she managed to chug the massive piss her Master was taking. Starrie shuddered and Tuulus simply gripped her ears firmer and held her in place, although Tidepool seriously doubted she would go anywhere anyways.

He turned back to the gorgeous Kittisu as she tapped his shoulder and offered him her own waterskin now that she had finished slaking her considerable thirst. He took it and considered it for a second, but her throbbing tool was right in his face. Its scent made it hard to think cohesively. The mix of virile bitch and his sister's sexual need made his olfactory distract him in a myriad of ways. His wagging tail, bashful glances towards it, and big puppy eyes had their desired effect in nearly no time at all.

Kittisu grinned, set down the waterskin, and then put one hand on the back of his head while stuffing in the tip of her dick with the other. The flavors on her tool alone made his tail wag and briefly brought a renewed flash of heat to his already very needy loins. Then it was soon put in the background as the big girl shivered, sighed, and the taste of hot piss filled his maw. He furrowed his brow and leaned forward to concentrate on his drink. It would be easier not to spill any if she was in his throat but she growled at him when he tried to take her tip deeper.

“No, pup, you are getting the full taste. No cheating."

He chuffed and leaned away, more heat rising in various areas at her authoritative words. He focused deeply on letting the hot and salty waste flow down his throat and fill his belly. The heat radiating from his belly reached all the way down into his toes and all the way up into his ears where Kittisu was showing her affection with little thumb rubs. It was a massive piss she needed to take and it felt even longer as time dilated. His senses narrowed to these things as he reached an almost zen-like state. Nothing more than the immediate tastes, touches, scents, and sounds. Kittisu's tiny noises of relief and pleasure pushed him further in his actions.

He knew that she had to be finished soon even though he wished she wouldn't be. He thanked her in his own way by using his handpaws on her hips and her ass. He knew how much she enjoyed touch to these parts. Some parts of it, she said, was how those areas only became more sensitive after her medicine-dog had changed her sex. These new erogenous zones brought a rush of gender euphoria with each touch, even though Kittisu's soul and body were brought to harmony several years ago. With his inclinations his handpaws mostly felt up her ass. No words were needed. His feedback were simple squeezes on his ears from her powerful yet delicate handpaws. He leaned closer with a happy little wiggle of his tail.

Unfortunately, of course, her bladder only held so much, and the stream finally tapered off and finished. Once every little drop had been shaken out of her cock he slowly sat back on his heels. He blinked a few times to bring his mind back into his body and start processing the world properly again. Kittisu giggled softly and moved her handpaws down to squeeze and rub his cheeks instead. “Good boy. You didn't even spill a drop." He felt a little flutter of that euphoria in his chest. His glee must have signaled its presence because the horny, affectionate smile on her panting lips softened for a moment to simple joy. “It feels good, doesn't it?"

He nodded, letting his hands slide down to rest on her thighs instead. Kittisu turned his shoulders so he was looking over at his sister and their Master, who had finished pissing into Starrie's stomach. Tuulus smiled at them. He realized, then, that they had finished either at the same time or just before them. Starrie was busy filling a waterskin from between her legs. She glanced at her brother and smiled in a way that made his heart flutter. The need between his own legs was nearly unbearable at this point.

She looked to Tuulus next as he spoke softly, saying, “Would you be okay with getting me off, Starrie? Perhaps with your handpaws?"

She tipped her head at a high angle with an exaggerated look of confusion, “Weren't you going to fuck me?"

He huffed, softly, and reached down to rub her ear. He said, “You've already came and I do not want you to take me if you are not interested in such a thing."

She finished filling the waterskin, said, “I want you to pound the breath out of me, sir," and handed it back to him.

He looked flustered yet also enormously aroused, as if the sudden stiffening of his cock wasn't an obvious enough sign. He took a long, needy swig from the waterskin as Starrie dropped to all fours again, turning around and flagging up her tail for her Master. He settled down on his knees and held Starrie's hips steady with one hand while his other held the base of his gigantic cock. Tidepool could tell what was happening just by Starrie's shivers and yelps of pleasure, the noises she tended to make when Tuulus teased her with the thick tip of his dick before stuffing her with it.

“Hold on for a moment, sir."

Everyone perked at Kittisu's sudden interjection. She looked down to Tidepool and cooed, “On your back, cutie."

He was not sure what she was going for yet but he nonetheless complied. He had little time to wait until she made her intentions clear. He was smiling bashfully at his panting sister when Kittisu suddenly pushed him beneath her until he was looking straight up at Starrie's pussy, now stretched around their Master's cocktip. He whined as the sight sent a shiver down his spine and made his toes curl. Then a small yelp as there was suddenly a large tongue teasing his inner thighs and the soft fur of his lower belly, just above his waistline. Love spread like a flowing stream out from that area to all corners of his body. His legs spread out of sheer instinct as his toes curled. He was so worked up that even these simple touches to his own erogenous zones had his nerves buzzing with pleasure and a healthy splash of euphoria. Much like Kittisu, he'd not been this sensitive in these areas until his medicine-dog used his skills to align his soul and his body.

He could hear Kittisu's satisfaction in her little lusty growls and pants. She paused after a few moments and cooed, “Go ahead, sir. Just wanted him to have a good view."

Tuulus needed no encouragement. He braced his legs on either side of Starrie's, settled into a good angle, and gave a firm, insistent push. It paid dividends to have Kittisu loosen her up. Tuulus filled her quickly and impatiently, obviously wanting to sheathe himself in the small Kiusshe. His brassy snarls and growls were a duet with Starrie's whines and huffs and underscored with the delicious sounds of her wetness being rapidly displaced by the incursion. Tidepool couldn't stop a low and needy moan that forced its way from his lips as her smooth, taut belly was suddenly bulged from within, showing a distinct outline of his massive dick through her fur. Kittisu had made a faint outline but it looked like he was using up most of Starrie's torso. His hips suddenly crashed into Starrie's furry little butt with a distinct smacking sound, raising a startled yelp from her and a pleased growl from him.

Kittisu, naturally, chose that moment to dig her nose into his pussy and start prizing him open with her tongue. This stimulation was welcome, of course, like a full meal after a long and perilous hike, but he was shortly squirming uncontrollably under her attention. She grabbed his thighs and held them apart so she could work without interruption, and work she did. Tidepool humped and pushed into her snout while she loosened him up. Her impatience was readily apparent in her skilled yet frantic tongue-work. He pushed his head down into the cold floor and watched above as Tuulus set into a deep, shoving rhythm that made his heavy balls slap her thighs with each hilt. Just the flexing of his tattooed muscles each time he rammed forward and yanked her hips backward was hypnotic.

“L-liking the… view, brother?"

Even though she was getting it much rougher than he was, all he could manage was a little whimper. She started a teasing giggle but was interrupted by an especially forceful thrust from behind and a small but dominant spank. He was not sure which was more impressive – his sister's endurance and toughness under this sort of treatment or how Tuulus was hardly even exerting himself despite how roughly he was fucking the smaller dog. Once he had been taking her for long enough that she had stopped whining he picked up the pace but lost none of his force. He leaned forward and Tidepool had to perk up and listen close to hear what was being said.

“Too much, my dear Apprentice?"

“N-no, sir.. nnh… I love it."

“You're whimpering."

“I-I like it when it hurts a little, sir."

Even he looked flustered. Her plain enthusiasm, however, was all the motivation he needed to keep going. His briefly slowed pace picked up rapidly to its previous point. Watching his sister being taken like that while the skilled Kittisu was having at him down below was a potent combination. He knew that Tuulus had a lot of need built up yet he didn't look to be struggling with this pace at all. He was just having a casual, good time pounding Tidepool's sister-wife silly.

The male Kiusshe traced his fingers along the outline of that Tuulus' tool made in Starrie's stomach. Her taut belly and soft fur there hid nothing from him. Then his hands found her thighs and he tenderly gripped them and felt the deliciously soft fur there as well. Subtle little changes in his sister's needy sounds were a lovely treat to hear.

He tightened his thighs to ask Kittisu for more. His need for a release was nearly a harsh ache at this point. Kittisu obliged him for now and nuzzled in against his crotch as she pushed her thick tongue even deeper into his sex. His back arched a little as those desperate nerves flooded his mind and forced his lips apart to voice his ecstasy. From above Starrie said, “Y-you're so wet, brother. Always the messy one."

The tease made him smirk. He held onto Starrie's ever-pleasing hips, his much smaller hands clasping Tuulus' in the process. The bigger male cooed, “Do you hear all the noise from back here? It's rich that you accuse your husband of being the messy one, little Apprentice."

Starrie groaned as Tuulus interrupted her reply again with especially intense thrusts. The dull thump from each impact brought so much heat to Tidepool's face and ears that he was afraid he might melt the snowpack floor. He slowed down after a few seconds but not entirely to the level he was at before. She gasped, “A-are all those sounds from me being wet or is it my guts being pushed around?

Tidepool's tail tapped against the floor. His hands tightened around his Master's hands and, in turn, Starrie's hips as Kittisu teased at an internal hotspot of his, no doubt picking up on how warm the teasing was making him. Once he had recovered somewhat from this sudden onslaught he said, “H-hard to say, isn't it?"

Starrie had a hard time replying as Tuulus angled his hips and pushed his massive tool into different parts of her body. Tidepool could see that his peak was approaching, slowly but surely. Tidepool giggled, tightening his thighs around Kittisu's head again as her tongue lapped deep inside of his sex. He had no room to tease about his sister's noisiness when he was being just as loud. She gasped out, “S-sir… I'm… I'm going to cum… if you don't slow down."

Taking that personally, Tuulus grabbed her underneath her arms and deepened his thrusts, a deeply satisfied grunt punctuating each muffled thump. There was a yelp, then moans of pure carnal joy. Tidepool heard a much more distinct pant from Tuulus now that he was exerting himself somewhat. Their Master spoke, saying, “Do… you want… me to cum in you?"

Starrie's tail wagged for a few moments, although it was hard to see because of how his thrusts were shaking her. “P-please, sir… cream me…"

He chuckled softly and looked pleased with the pleasured delirium she found herself in. “In due time, little Apprentice."

Tidepool was distracted from this spectacle by the sudden absence of Kittisu's muzzle against his sex. He whimpered and twisted to look down between his own legs. He had been pretty close to finally cumming. It was such an intense need by now that it felt like his loins were burning. He huffed and laid back down when he saw Kittisu getting up on her hands and knees, lining up her tool with his sex. She stopped before touching him with it and cooed, “Do you want this in you?"

He meant to say something affirmative but instead a very eager bark came out. Kittisu just snickered. She grabbed his hips, casually lining him up with herself, only making his loins burn hotter. He felt nirvana come as she pushed into him, finally giving him a deep satisfaction that he had been denied, throaty noises of pleasure rising unhindered from his parted lips. He heard Starrie giggle and say, “I love… how you moan in your new voice, brother."

Kittisu wasted no time, once again setting into deep, rough thrusts without much delay. His own climax surprised him. His legs grappled the larger dog tightly as he writhed in pleasure, every one of his nerves finally letting go of the immense tension that had built from what he had been witnessing and partaking in. Kittisu cursed sharply under her breath and tried pinning him down with her hips, only making his climax that much more intense. “Why… are you two so sensitive… fuck!"

He could vaguely see Starrie's tail wagging into a blur against her Master's side. She had started to say something as a tease to her brother but she was interrupted by Tuulus' knot bulging her stomach at his base and locking them together, forcing out a sharp yelp and a long whine instead of coherent words. Grinning, he asked, “Ready, my dear Apprentice?"

His answer was another orgasm from the white dog on his cock. He snarled as he held her tightly to his crotch - somewhat redundant with how firmly his knot held them together - and Tidepool watched through his buzzing afterglow as Master and Apprentice hit their peaks together. Her stomach bulged out with Tuulus' massive load, his balls twitching with each eruption. Her shaky whimpers coincided with each heavy wave of cum he put inside of her. It was good that his knot was so massive or she might have leaked some.

Kittisu managed to ride out Tidepool's orgasm and, now that he had loosened around her body somewhat, she set into her heavy thrusts again. Tidepool could feel that she was already getting close to letting loose. Her movements and breathing were ragged and her precum was making a wet mess out of his crotch. “Can I cum in this one, sir?"

Tuulus, through heavy panting, said, “No, Kittisu. I'm cumming in his pussy first."

This little act of control and edging brought renewed heat in him and in Kittisu, if her little quiver was any indication. He felt how she pushed herself as hard as she could without going off inside of him, intentionally sitting at the very edge of violating the rules Tuulus had set. His little noises of pleasure and still-burning need were only making it harder for her, and he knew that well. Starrie licked her lips as she watched her lover being taken, saying, “What a good boy… just came and you're already whimpering for it."

Another eager few barks that drew more giggling out of her. She was still a little high from earlier, apparently. Tuulus' powerful paws felt over the smaller dog's hips, sides, chest, and arms, something Tidepool knew he did to make her shiver and tighten around his cock for that little bit of extra pleasure. Now with Kittisu deep inside of him and her balls smacking his ass with each rough hilting he hung on for his own ride, getting to admire his sister's belly bulging with a bigger male's knot while his afterglow quickly turned into the buildup to another orgasm.

He had no qualms about letting himself go and riding Kittisu like he was in heat. There were no rules on him, after all, and the Acolyte needed her strength tested. At least that's what he told himself. He knew that he really just liked listening to Kittisu curse and growl at him for making her job so much harder. It was natural to act like a needy, thirsty bitch when she was giving it to him like this, though. She was thorough and deep in her work, plunging far into his core and lighting up nerves all throughout his belly that sent fire racing into his extremities. The cold floor beneath only enhanced this sensation, that chill crashing into the carnal heat that was making him incandesce from head to toe.

Tuulus scooped up Starrie in his arms with total ease and gently sat down on the floor with her cradled in his lap, holding her by her chest for the most part. His knees were surely getting sore and Starrie had probably been feeling it, too. Now they had a more overall view of the twin brother getting railed, something which he enjoyed greatly. The distinct bulge in his belly was all the more distinct with the better light granted by their repositioning. He let out a long, loud whimper to try to convey that he was getting close again. Kittisu laid across him, moving to more of a true missionary, and snarled, “I know, pup, I can feel it. I'm not slowing down for you." If anything she only got rougher. Claws started to drag against his sides as she struggled to keep herself together.

A sharp bark forced its way out of his throat as she suddenly pressed their groins together. He felt her cock straining and felt more claws as she snarled viciously. He did not feel a rush of heat in his belly, so she had barely managed to clamp down on a climax. Her claws were the little bit of extra stimulation needed and he arched his back again as a small howl left his lips and yet another climax rushed through him like a river breaking its banks. Through the haze of nirvana he met Kittisu's gaze. Her face was a strained expression of raw pleasure and mock annoyance.

There was some satisfaction and some genuine arousal from seeing her like that. He rode his orgasm down while she laid across him, balls deep in his sex and with her tits enveloping his face. His tail wagged suddenly because her fur had a lovely scent in it, an odd thought that immediately made him giggle. Another playful growl from above, then the distinct sound of Tuulus pulling out of Starrie, made all the more evident by the sharp whimper and then moaning of his older sister.

"Thank you for keeping him occupied, Kittisu, my knot appreciates it."

Kittisu huffed indignantly, "Glad to hear it, sir."

Tidepool tightened the muscles in his core and thighs and made her yelp slightly in surprise. It was good his face was buried in her chest since his own clench made him moan so needily that even he blushed. He shivered as her claws pressed in against his skin again for just a moment. "You little shit." She said it with a smirk in her voice that was undoubtedly endearing, though.

Tidepool smirked and wagged his tail. He didn't even try to look innocent. Tuulus spoke again, saying, "Good girl. You can get off of Tidepool now, if you want to."

Kittisu kept his face smothered but rudely extracted her tool from his depths. There was no doubt they heard him whine even with his impromptu muzzle. Only then did Kittisu sit up and free him from her pin.

He rolled onto his side and then sat up unsteadily, his body still buzzing from his orgasms and his breath still ragged. Starrie managed to slide in next to him and they leaned against the wall, both of them deep in afterglow, Starrie still with a rounded stomach and cum leaking from her sex. They hadn't fucked but he still felt an almost supernatural carnal bond with her, melting into the heat of her fur and their love. Starrie pulled him close, little growls of affection rising from their throats as she snuggled.

Tidepool eventually opened his eyes and saw Kittisu and Tuulus once again drinking from a shared watering skin, both of them still partially hard. He eyed the two larger dogs for a moment. After some seconds passed he was suddenly nipped on the ear. He huffed and met his sister's startlingly blue gaze. Bemused, she said, "It looks like our work isn't done, little brother."

His eyes settled on Kittisu especially. “You think she still wants to cum?"

Her response was a growl and a narrowing of her eyes.

Starrie snickered, “Do you think that was a yes?"

Kittisu growled again in an even more aggressive tone. She sat facing them with her legs spread to either side and spread open her legs. “Why don't you come suck on this and see if I still have a load in me?"

Starrie stunned him with a big kiss on his lips before slipping away. She knelt down between Kittisu's feet but did not lean forward. Instead she massaged Kittisu's paw pads and said, “How about I hop on your lap and do things properly?"

There was some genuine surprise on Kittisu's face as she said, “Aren't you sore?"

Starrie shrugged. Tidepool felt like his face was on fire as he watched thick seed ooze out of her cookie. She said, “Yes, but I'm also still horny."

He wasn't sure if Kittisu looked impressed or surprised. Maybe both. Either way, Starrie straddled her lap but kept herself raised on her knees. She pushed into a deep kiss with the bigger female, diving into an intimate dance of muzzle and tongue. The noises of pleasure and need were almost primal. He could tell that Starrie was near the end of her endurance, but he also knew that she wanted to see Kittisu writhing in pleasure and was just fine with a bit of soreness in exchange.

Her skillful kissing and the mess pouring out of her onto Kittisu's groin quickly brought the Acolyte to full mast again. He was a little surprised to feel heat coming back to his gut despite the harsh romp he had just been through. He felt down between his legs and, sure enough, there was significant moisture there. While he was licking his paw clean Tuulus' enormous mitt grasped his shoulder affectionately.

“Do you want a round with me, Tidepool?"

“Yes sir, if you don't mind!"

His smile made the heat rise from Tidepool's gut all the way up into his throat. Tuulus said, “I don't mind at all. What do you want?"

Tidepool had an answer in short order but delayed as he watched Starrie skillfully slide down into Kittisu's plush lap. Feminine moans mixed with the sound of a significant amount of displaced liquids. His sister was still gaped from earlier, so even someone as thick as Kittisu was not much of a challenge. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried not to stare at the silky smooth gyrations of his sister's hips. “J-just like you took her earlier?"

His Master's tail wagged a few times, “Which hole? I'll take any one you want."

Kittisu suddenly gasped, “Fucking gods, Starrie, where is this coming from?" Apparently she was surprised at how much enthusiasm her junior disciple was showing. Starrie just giggled and planted a sweet kiss on her lips. Tidepool once again had to realign his thoughts.

As he went to all fours in a position that gave him both a good view and plenty of room for his partner, he said, “In my pussy, please." He positioned himself much like Starrie had been when Tuulus had taken his turn with her. He felt two massive legs bracketing his own. A shiver ran up his spine like lightning when large hands gripped his hips.

He looked over his shoulder with what was no doubt a desperately hungry look in his eyes as his Master lined up his tool with his sex. He'd been well stretched by Kittisu and was plenty wet, but he still found the presence of such a tool delightfully intimidating. He was pulled firmly back against Tuulus' crotch, trapping his cock between his ass and Tuulus' gut.

It was a wonderful tease. He could feel the sheer size of his Master's frame and feel his potential strength in his heavy grinds and rubs. Little breathy moans and gasps emitted from his lips as Tuulus worked himself into an erection again, well lubricated by his own cum and the nectar of Tidepool's sister. It was making an awful mess of his fur, but he had a feeling the mess would be absolutely nothing compared to what was coming.

It did not take long at all for him to reach full stiffness again. Tidepool felt a wave of emotions as his Master lodged his thick, messy tip in his snatch. He braced himself yet tried to keep his core and his thighs relaxed. Tuulus kept his word and hauled Tidepool rearwards while bracing his core and thighs to cram himself inside. Tidepool could not stop himself from making his lust verbal, whining loudly as he was thoroughly stuffed.

It was such an earth-rocking experience that it felt like it stretched on for minutes even though it really only took a few seconds. A sharp yelp and unashamedly slutty moan came from him as he felt his Master's furry crotch and balls fitting flush with him. His guts ached from the sheer size of what he was taking. He swore he could feel his organs being displaced and his hips being pushed outward. His blush only worsened when he noticed the girls stopped making out long enough to watch Tuulus penetrate him, both grinning at how needy he was being.

He was distracted by the big dog shifting and prodding in certain directions. He could only manage small grunts and gasps. Tuulus chuckled and leaned close to his ear, cooing, “This feels awfully familiar, somehow."

Tidepool smirked, trying to hide how he was nearly melting under this attention. He said, “I have no idea why, sir."

Tuulus chuckled while he started to slowly plunge Tidepool's depths. The smaller male thought he was spent after all that Kittisu had done, but with such a massive dog stretching his sex from beginning to end and the sight of his sister riding the older girl he dug up plenty more stamina. It sure did not feel like Tuulus was low on it, either. His tool was rock hard and his thrusts forceful despite his slow speed. His Master's soft grunts, huffs, and curses were a beautiful compliment to Tidepool's own soft sounds of joy brought by pleasing his superior in such a way.

This fuck was almost like a relaxing cool-down after being banged into the floor, in spite of his partner's massive size in both cock and build. Tuulus was smooth and confident in his motions, preventing any kind of overload and providing a gentle but rapid rise to another climax. Tidepool was mostly focused on his sister, however. She was treating Kittisu well. In between incredibly passionate kisses the two girls touched noses and kept their eyes locked on each other. The older female's hands felt all over Starrie's small, soft body, groping wherever she pleased and no doubt delighting in Starrie's warm pelt. The collar of mateship he had crafted for her was plainly visible around her neck, the sight of it being a taboo thrill despite nobody in the igloo thinking poorly of it.

Tuulus apparently noticed his hyperfixation and leaned over, cooing, “Your mate really knows how to ride someone, doesn't she?"

Tidepool blushed hotly. He hadn't even realized how obvious his fixation had been. “And she knows how to look good doing it, sir."

He growled and nipped at Tidepool's ear, bringing a sharp gasp up from his throat, “You couldn't have picked a better mate." He reached down and grabbed at Tidepool's chest. The warm grope there made his body tense and a hiss to escape his throat. Both he and Tuulus gasped at the sudden snugness.

“H-hearing that from your mouth means a lot, sir."

Another grope and another involuntary tense of his core. “I believe that anyone who thinks otherwise is a fool."

“Nnh! I… hope I am a good match for such a perfect girl."

Tuulus lapped around the ear he had nipped, “I don't often see a couple matched so well."

Tidepool giggled, perhaps a little high from the long period of sexual arousal he had experienced. “Maybe being her brother helps."

He chuckled and gave Tidepool a few especially hard thrusts, “That sibling bond brings a lot of strength."

Starrie turned her head, smirking, “You two are going to make me blush." Her cheeks were already quite warm, so there was not much room to make it worse.

Kittisu took the chance to nudge the mateship necklace with her nose. It certainly made Tidepool's cheeks warmer, somehow. He glanced back with a small gasp as Tuulus suddenly set into him with renewed vigor. He was already working up towards another climax. He wondered just how much cum his Master could put out so soon after blasting his sister full of seed. He was certainly making plenty of pre, considering how much of it was leaking down their thighs.

He clenched his hands and yelped as Tuulus nipped his ear harder, growling, “Do you want me to cum in you, Apprentice?"

Tidepool barked a clear affirmative. He hoped it would be a big load, certainly. He knew that his Master had impressive output. All he could do was anticipate as he was bounced on Tuulus' crotch, his ears pinned back as his eyes slowly failed to focus. He was vaguely aware that he was drooling but he did not have the willpower to stop it, and very much did not think anyone would care if that was the case. It's not like it would matter with the mess that was accumulating between his knees.

Maybe Tuulus' experience allowed him to drag it out or maybe time was dilating as his fatigued brain built up to another orgasm. His belly was aching and his body was burning with the strain of more sex. Somehow Tidepool was loving it. The challenge was part of the thrill. He was making his Master work for his orgasm. The little growls and tiny scratches of claws told him that Tuulus was having some genuine difficulty in staying ahead of his Apprentice.

Tidepool's toes curled and a long, strained groan left his lips as he felt the base of his Master's cock swelling, growing into an intimidating knot. It was somewhat surprising that it even fit. He'd seen the obscene bulge it made in his sister's gut and now he was experiencing its mind-bending girth first hand. It locked them together rather quickly but kept growing in size. Small growls turned into full snarls as Tuulus used whatever range of movement he had left to push him and his partner over the edge.

Tidepool lost the fight. It felt like he transcended as another climax spread out from his loins like a flash flood. His arms quaked and gave out. He would have fallen on his face had Tuulus not grabbed him and bounced him on his knot a couple of times. It did not take any more than that to set him off too. Already lost at sea in his orgasm Tidepool's eyes rolled back as his gut swelled with a load of thick, hot seed. It did not feel like Tuulus had lost any output. If anything this might have been a bigger load than his sister had gotten! He was lifted and held in a bear-hug against the larger male's fur. The warm embrace was welcome as they shared a moment of peaked passion. He wiggled and squirmed and moaned and whined, his motions met and suppressed by the powerful embrace of his mentor and lover.

He had begun to calm down and regain some sort of consciousness and noticed that Starrie and Kittisu looked close. The bigger girl grabbed his sister's shoulders and forced her down into her crotch, shoving her fully inflated knot into her smaller partner and locking them together. Apparently her peak took them both off guard. Starrie yelped and let out a delightful moan from the sudden penetration of a large knot and then a sudden eruption of cum into the huge mess that Tuulus had made. Her stomach was almost flat before, but now it bulged out again, nearly to the same size.

He watched through the haze of intense afterglow as the two girls remained intimately intertwined throughout their shared peak. His tail started slowly wagging as Tuulus affectionately groomed him between his ears and behind them. Their breaths steamed in the cool air as they hotly panted. He glanced down and his eyes widened as he saw how round his gut was. It certainly felt like a lot, but he had not expected himself to look almost pregnant. Tuulus felt over his round gut and softly snickered in Tidepool's ear. “This looks good on you, Apprentice."

“It… feels good… sir." He groaned a little as Tuulus' cock continued to twitch and pump more cum into him. It was astonishing how much he could produce. His Master's tree trunk-like arms held him firmly but not uncomfortably tight. It gave him just the right amount of resistance against his movements. “G-ood gods above, sir, that is a lot…"

The gentle chuckle sounded like a distant waterfall this close to his ear. Tuulus said, “Now you know why your mate was making all that noise."

Tidepool snickered softly. He tried to crane his neck back to nuzzle his Master, who leaned forward to help facilitate. “She's just as noisy with me, sir."

Tuulus nipped at his ear again, “Now you are bragging. You shouldn't be a braggart."

Tidepool sighed playfully, “Okay, sir, I'm sorry."

Tuulus groped his chest and gently growled, “Good boy."

Judging from the smirk on his face he could feel Tidepool's tail wagging rapidly against his side.

Their embrace lasted like this for several minutes. Even though Kittisu had gone off after him, her knot softened first. She went limp against the dais behind her with a long, deeply satisfied groan. Judging from the gushing mess that she left it had been no small relief to go off like that. Starrie was clearly fully satisfied, too, her movements much less hungry and desperate and now more affectionate. She went between Kittisu's legs and started to clean up the larger dog's crotch and thighs. The pure white of her own cum and their Master's stood out starkly on her dirt-brown fur.

She worked meticulously and made sure it was a job she could be proud of, just like with everything else she did. It was much like how she cleaned up their father after a romp together, most recently when they were enjoying sharing a sleeping hide before she and Tidepool went off together for this trip. She had Kittisu's fur looking beautiful again before long, although she was obviously taking her time and enjoying the many flavors and scents on offer after so much fucking.Tidepool glanced up, his ears perking, as Tuulus gently tugged at his knot.

He shuddered and gripped Tuulus' wrists tightly as his mostly-softened knot slipped from his pussy with a wet slurping sound. His toes curled and a small moan left his lips, interrupted briefly by a quick, tender kiss to his lips. He whined in protest when it only lasted for a few seconds. There was a tiny smirk, then Tuulus pressed a long, affectionate kiss to his lips. Tidepool's eyes closed as he melted against his Master. It was not romantic love like he felt for his sister, but a deep love of subservience to the older and stronger male. His hands clenched of their own accord as his sex-fatigued body buzzed with whatever carnal energy it could muster.

He was slowly released by his Master. Their eyes met again while Tidepool panted. He managed a tiny, tired smile. Tuulus brought him in for a tight hug that felt deliciously warm even compared to the fire still burning merrily in the stone pit in the center. They then turned to watch Starrie finish cleaning the older girl. They only watched for a minute or so before Tidepool nuzzled Tuulus to get his attention.

“I think I ought to clean her up, sir, so we can retire after this."

Tuulus' lips curled in a small, sly smirk, “You're telling me you're tired?"

He rolled his eyes, “Go a little easier on us, sir, and we might not tucker out so fast."

“You two will have to train for more endurance because that won't happen."

Tidepool huffed in mock protest and nuzzled him again. Tuulus smirked. He eyed Starrie's messy rump after releasing the smaller male and said, “Are you sure you can take care of that? She's pretty messy."

Tidepool nuzzled him briefly once more, “She's been far messier than that. I can handle it."

He pretended not to notice Tuulus' raised eyebrow as he crawled the short distance to his sister and mate. Sprawling out on his back again, he reached up and tugged on Starrie's hips until she pushed her well-creamed cookie into his face. His eyes closed again. The warmth of his sister's pelt could not be beat by anything else. He savored this intimacy for a moment, taking in the scents and letting his canine nose delight in every note.

Again he could tell it was his sister's scent by pure instinct, and he was now also starting to recognize that scent as his mate. There was Tuulus' and Kittisu's scent, of course. Two much larger dogs, both with a virile scent, albeit Kittisu's had a fun twist of femininity thanks to her transition.

He managed to overcome the distraction and set to work cleaning her out. There was truly a huge mess left in her. The taste was a powerful mixture of seed and her nectar. He was not shy about her taste being his absolute favorite, but cleaning out the cum of other dogs from his mate was in itself an enormous thrill. He worked his tongue deep into her tunnel, seeking out any mess he could find. She was so loose from her two previous partners that he did not have much issue reaching deep.

Even with her seemingly boundless energy, she was no doubt sore after so much rough handling, so he was careful not to prod too hard or tease her too much, more trying to relax her body and soothe any sore spots than work up to another climax. She pushed her hips more insistently into his face with a soft sigh and a noticeable shiver. He could tell her tail was wagging by the air movement against his fur and it set his own tail swinging.

Her fur was a mess but there was far more inside of her. He took in great mouthfuls with little effort and yet still found copious amounts waiting for him. His focus was so tightly on her that he hadn't noticed his hands groping at her ass. She didn't seem to mind. His legs spread as she set to work on his own sex. His toes curled as her tongue tested his depths and soothed the still-buzzing nerves with the touch of an artisan. There were certainly some sparks of carnal energy left but the rest of his body was fully fatigued. He instead appreciated the intimacy of his mate soothing his nerves and cleaning his depths and worked to reciprocate.

Once the Taanolain's load was cleaned up Starrie slowly withdrew from her husband's pussy. He murred softly as a sign of thanks. She murred back and started to clean his thighs and groin instead. Her tongue was so familiar in this way. The warmth now kindled in his core was not pure lust, but love and thanks to his gods that he had acted on his feelings of romance towards her and brought forth the bravery needed to present her with a betrothal collar.

She had been clean for a little while now but he kept working in her depths to help her cool down further. Also, admittedly, because her taste was especially lovely after so much sexual activity. He did not think he stayed too long, but eventually he felt Starrie moving and heard her saying, “You're going to have to make me finish if you go too much longer, brother."

He could hear the smirk in her voice. He loudly licked his lips and squeezed her rump as a mock apology while he said, “Sorry, I was daydreaming."

He could tell by the delay that she had rolled her eyes. She said, “Sure, if that's what you want to call it." She pushed her crotch into his face to muffle his reply and continued, “Let's get some sleep before then, mm?"

He sighed loudly into her crotch but nodded.

She lifted her hips and then planted her ass on his face instead. His cheeks were hot again in no time as he started cleaning out the considerable splattering here. Another satisfied sigh and then she said, “Thank you, brother."

All he could really do for a reply was another little murr. His hands held her hips as he traced his tongue from her groin up to the base of her tail. He made sure to tease at her back door plenty, too. She shivered each time he did, clearly signaling her sensitivity there. It really said something about how productive the two other dogs were. They'd gone off balls deep with fully formed knots and there was still cum in far-reaching spots. He knew that she loved it that way, much like he did. He knew he was pretty messy, too, though not to the same enormous extent.

He sighed in satisfaction as he sat back, appraising her ass and her crotch to see if there was any mess left. He had been pretty thorough. Starrie's tail wagged for a moment but then she leaned forward, sprawling across his stomach and starting to clean him in kind. Tidepool sighed and laid his head back. Her tongue was agile and deftly controlled, seeking out any seed stuck in his fur or in a crease in his hide. Little shivers ran down his spine while he idly held her hips and basked in the warm, gentle sensation of being bathed by his mate. This was not a sexual maneuver at this point. It felt romantic and affectionate more than anything. He'd been thorough in ensuring that her fur was sparkling clean and now she was returning the favor.

Now that he was finally cooling down after so much physical activity he could feel just how tired he was. He squeezed his sister's thighs as further thanks for cleaning him and laid his head back. If he was not careful he might fall asleep here. The soothing strokes of that familiar tongue triggered deep-rooted impulses to slumber and rest with the warmth of his sibling.

He tried to focus on other things to stop that embarrassment from happening. He saw Tuulus tending to the fire to ensure it continued to provide them heat and light. Kittisu was snacking on berries while perched on her sleeping platform, watching them with a gentle smile on her lips.

Much as he tried, his eyes fell shut at some point. He was warm, protected by friends, and intimately close to his sibling and soulmate. Flashes of consciousness poked through as someone picked him up. It was Tuulus, lightly chuckling and whispering to someone. He once again sank beneath the surface until he found himself in a pile of familiar furs with equally familiar scents, one of the scents being his sister. He blinked his eyes open, peering through the fog of sleep.

It took a few moments, but shortly he realized that he was looking at Kittisu, sprawled on her back with her arms draped across her chest. The warmth and softness against his back was unmistakeably Starrie's. In a slow voice he said, “O-oh, I am so sorry… I didn't mean to pass out like that…"

Starrie pulled him against her stomach, her warmth perfectly touching every inch of his back and legs with her nose gently resting against his shoulder. Her sigh tickled his cheek and brought with it the faint scent of her breath. “It's been a long day. I think we're all feeling the same."

From the steadiness of her breathing he thought that Kittisu had long since found sleep herself, but now he heard her faintly chuckling. It was a lovely, gentle noise coming from a powerful woman. Timidly, he leaned away from Starrie to find more of Kittisu's warmth. Thankfully, Starrie knew what he was trying to do, and she pushed him into Kittisu's side with her own small weight.

Tidepool allowed a shivering sigh to leave his lips. This felt familiar. His lovely sister at his back, her arms holding him close and secure. A larger female at his front, making sure they were both safe. It was interesting how different Kittisu's scent was from his mother's, but how they were having nearly the same effect on him.

He buried his nose in her thick pelt and drew a slow breath, savoring each thread of her scent as his eyes lidded. She made a small, loving growling sound that he almost felt more than he heard. He tried to reciprocate it, although his voice was decidedly thinner and smaller. He liked that, for some reason.

Starrie nuzzled the small of his back. His ear perked. He made a small noise to convey his pleasure as warmth closed in around him again. Now completely esconsced by warmth from his wife and his second mother, he felt sleep overcoming him again, and his eyes fell shut before he was even fully aware of it happening.