Chapter 17: Special Deliveries

  (Jolthek 27th- 28th, Year 665 of the 5th Age)

  It hadn’t been three days since a guard’s near discovery of our abstruse retionship for Lárus to propose another venereal escapade. He was jumping vigorously up and down like a pup behind the couch where I y and read a book. I trated on the beginning chapters in Leaving One’s try under perpetual provocations.

  “e on, Kaera.”

  “Why?” I snapped, cheg to ensure no one ihe mansion could hear us.

  “I don’t know how, but I believe we’re close to your key at vanquishing at your dependency for the potion. I want to try it again.”

  “So soon after our near discovery?”

  “We’ll stick to our hideout from now on. What do you say, little sister?”

  I chased his smug, impish visage out the backdoor, across the backyard, and onto the trail. I had a mild case of vaciltion in my relentless quest to liberate myself from the potion sihe 25th of Jolthek. I sidered the interruption a harbio cease erotic activities with my brother as I ran through the woods to the hideout. What if ime would result in the secret reag my mother and stepfather. He didn’t i his penis or knot in my vagina at any point during his assistance, so I was still a virgin in ir’s definition of the word. My hymen was intact, doubling my chastity. I knew Lárus wasn’t giving another female the same treatment as mine or more. They wouldn’t be furious at us for those reasons, but our other activities would ruffle their fur. They and the pontiff warned about the taboo retions with immediate family members.

  However, I yearo feel the asmic release I’ve wither females achieve in my life. Oime, I said internally. Just oime and I’ll stop if the method is treacherous, which I’m already near. Despite the puppyish insistence minutes ago, I trusted Lárus wouldn’t take things too far.

  Lárus immediately enced our heteroclite bonding routine, and we ighe porn books, using the public debauchery from two days ago as inspiration. He pressed his muzzle against my neck while stripping his pants and underwear together as I shed my shirt. I reached out and grabbed his exposed genitalia, although he swatted my hand away. It became clear in his eyes that it was teically my turn, and he was tenacious at making me cum, so I held on for the ride.

  My pants quickly came off, anon, as my sibling kissed all over my fad neck. I shivered at the bantam nips on my neck. His hands ed around me as we y on our sides, fag each other. He entered frustrations at undoing my bra. I sensed him fidget around until I eventually felt the cups e loose, and I tossed my bra away.

  “So far, so good?” Lárus inquired.

  “Yeah,” I answered tently. My undergarments cohered to my crotch from my arousal even though it was early into our session.

  Lárus utilized both of his hands on my bare breasts rather than having one of them on my sex. He had a gravitation towards my tits. They received his pyful touches, which appeased me. I was tent with him squeezing my breasts, fondling them around, and pressing them together.

  I thought my twin brother would start kissing one of my upper mounds at any sed, notig him shift his head. I squirmed and giggled involuntarily from him titilting my belly. He dragged his tongue across it, depositing saliva in the navel cavity, and he proceeded to suck the sver bato his mouth. I had to su my stomach each time he kissed my belly. I observed him getting closer to my intimate mound as if he was testing the established boundaries to tantalize me further. Just when I feared he would progress beyond the lihout asking me first, he backtracked, although he made it a game for himself. Lárus would get nearer and o my slit each attempt before retreating. His routes to it involved my hips occasionally.

  The Lárus got to my pussy was the mound just above my vulva and clitoris. He pulled my panties slightly down to expose them, and I should’ve taken the opportunity to tightly tug his leash back to where he was allowed. Instead, I withe tip of his tongue caress my most personal mound, and I gasped from tiny sparks of pleasure flowing throughout my figure. My legs moved around, and I slightly bucked my hips. More of his wet an touched the mons. After pyfully tugging a tiny portion of the waistband and growling, his head began trading pces with his hands, and I could not let him know he could lick my vagina.

  A flick from the toouched my primary right bosom just as a few fingers entered my vagina. Having nothing to hold on to, I sunk my digits into my brother’s fur from the pleasure wrag my body. The panties was quickly discarded like the rest of my clothing, leaving my body vulnerable to his touches should he wish to do so. My mammil was ered received more licks, which made me fidget, squirm, and pant.

  The licks turned into suckles as Lárus pressed his fingers further into my slit to his middle knuckles, twisting them to graze the fleshy cave, and his thumb rubbed my stubby pearl. My breaths matched the ebb and flow of my emotions and the assion to my asm. He mimicked the pattern from a couple days ago, going after all of my teats and the cleavage in my main rack. I traipsed my hands to his head whe to my lower dyads, scratg his ears, which he growled approvingly and doubled his effort.

  I could tell my twin sibling was searg for the elusory spot in my pussy that evoked a visceral rea just like my clit. He hadn’t itted the location fully into his memory though its size meant it required more precision. So, I guided him till he discovered it, taking lohan I anticipated due to me recalling where it was. The pressure within me became too much that I had to extol him by howling once.

  Lárus slowed the movement of his fingers. He pulled them out, iing them with a smell and a lick. For a moment, I believed I had my triumph. The buildup subsided, and his digits were saturated with arousal, but the cauldron still boiled intensely. Like st time, he stared at my genitals and face with an esurient, lustful expression, begging with a whimper.

  “Do you allow me?” He inquired, struggling to maintain posure.

  I figured it would e to this after the interruption oh of Jolthek. I didn’t expect the moment to naturally arrive this soon. I had the opportunity to maintain the familiar territory, to tell him that only toug my nipples and pussy and kissing my fad all pairs of my breasts were permitted. However, the buildup was simir to that day before the guard came, and I cursed him for blog my brother’s assistance right when I was going to grant Lárus permission. I told myself it would be oime just to see what it was about, and it would be the farthest we would go if I e, and it worked. Plus, he was eager for the ce.

  “Go for it,” I replied, accumuting one more tainted mark on my purity.

  Lárus nodded and removed his shirt, scooting his fu into position. He id at my her half iween my legs, fag me and my puffy, wet pussy. His nose went into overdrive, inhaling my pu st, his eyes diting from a primal force. The hot breaths tickled my sensitive, aroused crotch. I noticed a look in his eyes that veyed another asking for sent as if the first permission was actually a fake as he stared at me. I reaffirmed my decision and rubbed his head, surmising that this was the opportune moment fression. Without any more qualms, he lowered his head to ehe first of a bombardment of liy vulva.

  I etedly yipped as my brother’s warm tongue swept my secretion away. He recoiled back at the initial taste befoing ba for more. There was hod or artifice to his teique other than expl randomly on my vulva, which was agonizing to me. He would lick a little bit in each spot and increase his effort when something piqued his i.

  Getting more fortable or bolder, Lárus dragged his tongue up my mound in oy stroke. I yelped euphorically at the lid huffed excitedly as hard as his subsequent strokes. I feared my heart would burst out of my chest or suffocate me by blog my throat for how fast it pounded. It seemed each lick wasn’t suffit to keep up with the output of arousal I manufactured.

  I sensed Lárus parting my pliant folds away. At st, the remaining bits of my body’s secrecy revealed themselves to him. He had an unobstructed view of my pink walls, my urethra, and my actual vagina, all of which were saturated. After a few more breaths from his nostrils, he resumed where he left off.

  My breaths escated as Lárus traced his tongue over my inner bia. Each p made me squirm and move my feet. The cauldron roared beyond the wall that had previously stifled it, making me excited at the prospect of unlog a way to tame my heat without nasty side effects. Watg my brother’s head at my groin, I closed my eyes, imagining someone else in his pce to dulcify my panicky side fretting about the taboo. No one from the wanton books, especially Jysen and Kryse, and real life were powerful enough for the morph. Even my mother and the new immediate family members were repced with my dorky, sensible twin brother.

  Lárus growled as his tongue slithered farther in the moist, pink grotto, and I bucked my hips from a jolt of pleasure. He must’ve approved the fvor as he shoved his snout and maw into my snatch. The taste pelled him to lick faster and harder, making my body rock from the force. I remained prostrated, legs spread wide and animated, sav the multiple sensations emanating from below. The flicks from his tohe slurps, and his hot breath felt spectacur. They were too satisfying to back out, but were they enough to justify future instances with my brother?

  Suddenly, I jerked my hips upward towards Lárus. His toouched a special area that robably where he tried with his fingers. I shifted my hips and spread my legs as wide as possible, him a portion of myself. I wished he sensed I wanted him to stay where he was within my pussy from the subtle signals. As an added measure, I exerted some pressure on his head. Either he aowledged my desire or ehe fvor or another aspect of it, he remained right there, giving several licks in the exact spot. I went rigid; the unique feeling only got more robust to where my movements were very minimal. The ache and the pressure were bursting at the seams.

  An immense, indescribable bliss and a ation of body movements followed from the discharge of buildup. The rapturous feeling and primitive instincarcerated my sciousemporarily. I recalled exhaling my breath in a howl and curling my toes. “Oh Faer,” were the words I could utter to articute the pleasure surging throughout my body. I hoped Lárus inhaled deeply before I pressed his maw deep into my vagina and held him there as if I was damming a torrent of juices, fearing I was suffog him or drowning him in arousal. My t, clitoris, and the rest of my genitals quivered on his tongue, which tio swirl within.

  Lárus wasn’t in any danger of losing his breath as I held him in pce. If anything, his tongue was desperate to taste every fluid secreted in my sex. He uttered something, but it was muffled by my pussy, only withdrawing when I gave him a signal. Like an individual addicted to coffee, I craved the rhapsodic feeling, coveting for its return, for it evanesced much too soon.

  “Sweet, fug Ingdís’s tits, that was unreal,” Lárus uttered. I had enough energy to raise an eyebrow at him for his choice of words. “No joke, I could feel yina twity tongue.” His tenance was saturated with my essehe liquid dripping from his mouth like melting icicles. He grinned as he licked it all up.

  My heart was rag as I gazed at the rocky ceiling, breathing away my physique's st strands of strength. I was fatigued; my bones seemed to have disappeared. I found so the warmth and tingles left behind.

  I was satisfied and disappointed simultaneously. I was eted that I had finally cracked the enigma of my heat. I had my premier climax. The burst of ecstasy, the throbs from my genitalia, the subsequehargy, and the inundation of my brother’s visage were indicators that something more signifit than my other “asms” had just occurred. Even that pesky itch faded, manumitting me from its trol. However, my howl wasn’t visceral like my mother and other females I entered having coitus, and the release wasn’t as major of aion as I anticipated. The expulsion of vaginal secretion wasn’t as massive as theirs also. Perhaps I was selfish or hyped the flood of exultation beyond what the asm could realistically achieve, but it felt inplete, although it didn’t matter because my heat faded for real.

  Without warning, Lárus asded my body, ign the bits that I thought should’ve attracted him initially. I didn’t know what to do or could other than remain where I was, matg his smile with my retit and coy version. This was it, I reed. There was nothing currently hindering him from having intercourse with me and joining enitalia. His penis pressed against my slit, not peing it though it would’ve been easy for one of us to shift and plete the process.

  My brother’s turn was immi. It ainfully evident from his stiff ere leaking precum at my tunnel. He deserved it, and he was in a prime position to do whatever he wao me with what I seo from the agreement, including reciprog oral now, or not. What his desire was remained a mystery as he smooched directly on my lips while gliding his cock ay vagina. I could taste the sweet fvor of my arousal, remi of honey, ar, ambrosia, and other luscious, sacchariferous treats. Despite its taboo nature, the kiss was warm, gentle, sincere, and intimate, leadio believe we were beyond the simple quest of finding the solution to my personal issue, and I wasn’t sure where we were. We separated lips after a few seds.

  To my relief, my brother’s penis didn’t pierce my slit, but I widened my eyes at Lárus for what he was about to do, remaining silent. His shaft went into my cleavage; at least half of it was stig out as he sat on top of me. As he slightly thrust his hips, Lárus stared at me as if I could infer what he wao do and give him sent. Whatever fantasy he wao act out first, it didn’t involve my snatch, so I permitted him with a nod.

  Lárus started to move his hips harder as if he was rutting in a female. I didn’t receive much stimution, if at all, but the space between my breasts did foment his desire, deteg his grunts and huffs. His pre lessehe fri between his did my teats, making his thrusts more fluid. Experimenting with a theory, I pressed my dyad against his member and rubbed them on it. He hissed, doubling his effort.

  I decided to multitask. I allowed my right breast to massage Lárus’s dick while my left hand ed the exposed portion of his reddish-pink, veiny, meaty rod. My brother bucked at the firm grip, and I was i how hard his boner was. I exploited the sensitive areas I knew about on his shaft avaible to me, giving the tapered tip several twists. He appeared jubint, his tongue lolling out of his open maw.

  I felt some spurts of pre on my snout and around my eyes. Lárus elevated his hindquarters and tilted a bit towards me. My hand on my breast went around his rump, grabbing his testicles that swung like a pendulum. He yipped at the pressions on his gonads, giving a couple of bucks that were off his rhythm. I mao locate a spot on the s where I could fully my fingers around his balls. I tenderly yanked his orbs, recalling when I observed some of the vilgers milking the cows in Kelna. Lárus uttered a guttural, primal growl that heralded his other side’s approach, an admonition should I tread recklessly further or I o prepare myself. I gave his nuts a few meugs before reverting to fondling them around while I massaged his gns.

  Lárus’s penis started to pulsate in a mahat presaged his climax. A jet of thick seed discharged, nding all over my face. He thrust wildly as the sed and third burst of cum shot out, wagging his tail and having a beatific smile with the toig out. I was astohere was a way for the testicles to move on their own as I felt them asd. He pulled out from the fissure between my boobs, emptying his ballsack’s reserve of semen all over my naked physique. He stroked himself to coax the residual to drip from his urethra.

  The asm began to fade, and my brother rexed from the overwrought high. I felt more of his husky frame as he pnted himself on top of me, g the energy to make his coter my vagina. We paogether, mixing iy chuckles and my delicate giggles, and we beamed at one ahe st of sperm, my arousal, and our hormones gamboled around the cave, reuniting as lifelong acquaintances. Another kiss took pce, less forceful but just as passionate, and he finished with a lick from my bottom lip to my snout.

  “I think we did it,” Lárus spoke, thinking for several seds. “Well not did-it did it, but you know what I meant.”

  I had to giggle at my brother’s joke, not fretting at how close we were to actual copution. “And I have you to thank, brother. I’ll be finally gd to be free from my prescribed remedy.”

  “Nothing says remedy than having your brother lick your pussy until climax.”

  “How often would I have to take my new medication, apothecary?”

  My sibli along with the bit of rolepy. “I reend one dose of oral from your brother every time your heat bees unbearable from now until your Mating Ceremony, perhaps as often as you desire. I must warn you that the only known side effects are a strong probability of allowing your brother to annoy you and have him call you little sister.” I punched him on the shoulder pyfully, and he chuckled.

  “Is it safe to take another dose when my heat’s not present?”

  “Hmm, the studies have shown that taking doses outside the main cycle don’t result in adverse reas.”

  “So, if I wao take my medie tomorrow would I be fine?”

  Lárus gri me. “Certainly.” We basked in each other’s warmth ierglow as we slowly reinvigorated ourselves, giving pecks around our faces and dandling one another. I was looking forward to our session as we ed ourselves and headed bae.

  The sounds of supper exuding from the kit summoned me from my chamber. It was going to be another Hu-Janese cuisine or some other fn delicacy from what I could dete the air in the hallway. I successfully made it to the table before Lárus in a foot race, sitting in my chair. The table repared, and everyone parked their posteriors on their chairs aside from my naked mother.

  Mom was in the process of transferring the final pile of estibles to the dining table when she suddenly dropped the bowl. We heard a sharp, strident sound of gss fragmentizing on the floor, pivoting our heads at her in . She was clutg her rotund belly, her curvilinear figure mnemonic of someone having an upset stomach. It quickly became apparent she wasn’t having stomachic pains. Clear droplets of fluid fell from her vagina to the puddle, but I don’t recall ever her secrete that much arousal, even during the peak of her heat.

  “It’s happening,” mom uttered. She had aatic expression on her visage, although the throes were clearly present also. Her parturition had just begun.

  Dad entered his authoritative mode, issuing ands like he rehearsed this sario scads of times while slowly esc mom to a predetermined location under howls of agony. “Get a horse and gallop to Tandri’s house swiftly. Bring him to our house and into my room,” he anded Rynaki, and the younger Fenri left. He ordered Dágfárik, Lárus, me, and Róstran to gather towels and other items he deemed necessary for delivering pups, adding bs and bedsheets to the list seds ter.

  Mom took deep breaths during the intervals between tras as she y on the bed, followed by yells. The strength in her grip could pulverize marble if it was in one of her hands when the pain struck her. Instead, my pair became the sacrifice as the circution was severed itently.

  A head emerged from mom’s vagina, and dad was there to receive the first pup in a towel. After cutting the umbilical cord, he hahe newborn to Róstran. He collected the afterbirth as soon as it came out, and I had to turn my head away from the sanguineous pulp.

  Róstran was freaking out as he carried the first of tonight’s numerous births, most likely because of the massive responsibility for its safety or possibly from its appeara uny, and its head was bigger than the rest of its body. Most notable was its ck of hair or fur growing out of the bloody skin. I found it unbelievable from a queasy frame of mind that a Fenri -or a Direfenri- was that pup at some point.

  Tandri barreled through the doorway, huffing heavily and hag excessively as Rynaki entered behind him. He pulled out a potion from his satchel, f the co down mom’s throat. Dad wasn’t angered by it, so I felt more at ease at what it was. “Hahe pups,” he spoke to Róstran, me, and Dágfárik, and we handed him the towel-ed pups individually. “Where are the leftovers?”

  “Right here,” dad replied, handing Tandri the pile of severed umbilical cords and ptas in a distinguished bloody towel.

  The hours dragged past midnight as the household and Tandri aided mom in deliveries to the world. The ambiaurned grim after she expelled her sixth whelp without any afterbirth soon following it. Us five other siblings, it refused to stir or cry. I heard from Tandri during the times sulting with my parents that this was the moment wheure appeared bleak for the remaining pups within her womb.

  “What’s that I visualize?” Róstran inquired, pointing us at mom’s gaping pussy. A diminutive portion of the pta was exposed outside. The sixth pup started to exhale its initial cry, to everyone’s relief.

  Dad retrieved the sack of flesh just as the seventh pup came out. It immediately cried while he ha to Lárus, meaning the subsequent pta was immi, which it promptly appeared. The leftover pups slid out of mom’s uterus like clockwork, bringing the grand total to ten.

  Tandri leasantly dumbfouhat all the births were alive and pleted with their respective ptas. Acc to his testimony, it oradic for a feminine Fenri capable of bearing five or more pups currently to successfully give birth to every whelp regardless if she sought a medical expert like him often or not. That was, of course, she was gravid with five more in the first pce.

  Once he checked the pups’ health and mom was fortable breastfeeding them, Tandri enced a ritual with the afterbirths that had a superstitioween them and the whelps. Acc to him, the ptas were supposed to burn to ashes as a way, diverting V?eilur’s, a spectral entity that collected souls, attention away from their corresponding pups to ensure survival. The ck of pta associated with a birth meant that V?eilur had already collected its eidolon, or she would obtain its life shortly, usually three years post nascy. Umbilical cords were also valuable and often charred, but the afterbirths were climacteric to the ritual’s success.

  It became apparent that everyone was lethargid the parents waime aloh their newborn whelps, so mom and dad gave us permission to cate sleep if possible. Rynaki had to escort Tandri back to his domicile, so he left with him. I had to admit there was something wholesome about mom and dad ying together in bed while she nursed her new pups, my and Lárus’s actual new siblings, as I vacated their room, heading for mine.