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Chapter 38: Settling the Score

(Norweth 5th, Year 665 of the 4th Age)

Today was an especial day. I arranged a sleepover at my domicile with the Phenomenal Five and Gellir, making significant progress on both fronts. The school dragged on like an Elephant Turtle on quicksand, making certain classes more of a torture chamber.

The ennui led me to art class, where I became a nude model again. The task required diminutive groups, and I got Róstran and Lárus, which put us in a pickle. We were to find a spot and set a scene that captured romance like the Orlénish painter, Jaud Geautér. _Damn my kismet, _I thought as school went on. On the bright side, it saved the hassle of arranging a time and the journey to complete the project. On the other hand, it meant that I needed to show affection, which I genuinely had even for Lárus, that didn't come off as incestuous. I could only think of one idea that would ameliorate the most unpleasantness, although not for one individual.

"Elucidate that for me, again, slowly," Róstran responded after we selected the scenery in the backyard for the background, blinking his eyes rapidly.

I pointed at Róstran. "You," I gesticulated at myself, "and I will be in the picture." At least that would obviate any calumny about me being in an incestuous relationship with my twin brother, not to mention the vacillation in my feelings toward Lárus would transude into the painting.

Róstran nodded slowly, arrantly unexcited. "That's what I thought I had hallucinated." He sighed and slouched his shoulders. "That means I have to be naked."

"It is a nude assignment," Lárus responded while placing the easel into place. I was already stark naked.

Róstran grimaced. "And it's verboten to cover my genitals."

"Affirmative," Lárus answered while rummaging through the sack.

I placed a hand on Róstran's right shoulder. "I know what you must be going through. It's only been a few months since I adopted being naked, and I'm not one of the picture-perfect Fenri out there, unlike the Phenomenal Five." I accentuated the juxtaposition of my breasts by pressing them together. "Just look at these."

"Complete excrement," Róstran mumbled, tilting his head to my omphalos.

"I agree, Róstran," Lárus responded, placing the canvas on the easel. He started to denude his habiliments. "Remember our teacher said, "You have to focus on the inner layers to find the true essence of something. To change the outside is to pervert it... and not for the better, I might add." He tossed them in the spot where they would be the least saturated from the snow. "Plus, I would die of boredom if everyone was identical."

Róstran enlarged his eyes and sharply insufflated his lungs, staring at my consanguineous sibling. Then, his melancholy returned. "I presuppose it's my turn," he said gloomily.

Róstran sighed, exuviating his shirt first. He began slowly, causing a caesura by surceasing with his paunch exposed. I noticed him tremble, although I was enthralled by his tight abs. Then, he took it off, revealing the tufts of fur on his chest. He gestured for Lárus and me to look away, so I stood with my cognate brother, both of us having our backs toward him.

"Gonna be late again," Lárus spoke loud enough for me to perceive him. "Tandri scheduled me to work past the usual time."

"The Phenomenal Five and Gellir will be at our house," I responded, not even turning an eye to my brother.

"You still want to go through with it?"

"It's my ticket to a better future."

"At what cost?"

I took a breath and heard Róstran timidly speak, "You two can look now."

I did, and my jaw could've dug its way to the other side of Illyria. Róstran's genitalia were enormous, and his penis was in the process of being erect. I beheld more markings on him. "Holy..fucking... shit."

Róstran was conspicuously flabbergasted, his cheeks turning rubicund. "I know-- pretty lamentable for me, isn't it?"

"No-no," I immediately vociferated. "Nice cock," I stammered, blushing.

"Dude, I'm jealous," Lárus replied. Either one of his eyes could've replaced his head. "You have to have at least some Direfenri in you to get a penis that gigantic, and you're not at full mast yet."

"Pure, actually," Róstran responded, frequently inhaling deeply.

"Why don't you show that around often in public?" I asked, pointing at Róstran's dick. "You would get chicks to follow you and get people to stop poking fun at your stature."

"I've been told since since my birth that I was repugnant, so I believed the commonalty me, and I got called a wolf often." Róstran extended his arms and inspected them all over his physique. "Plus, I want to ensconced these marks."

"You should totally show a couple of them," Lárus enunciated. "I bet you would have a pack of girls all horny for you to select from during the Mating Ceremony, especially when you claim you got them from fighting monsters." I shot him warning daggers, but he didn't receive them, so I guessed I missed.

"First off, they would smell that odoriferous prevarication all the way in Emberyon. Second, I'm doing it to repress them," Róstran began growling an iota, "which you two seem to have predilection of embittering them. Now, are we doing this or not?" He seemed astonished about his paroxysm.

Lárus flinched fugaciously. "Right. Sorry." He got behind the easel, poking his head from the right side. "You want me to alter the drawing to obscure your scars, Róstran?"

Róstran nodded while staring at me. "That would be splendiferous."

Lárus directed how Róstran and I would appear in the picture once he finished drawing us. I had my metacarpi immure Róstran's neck, tilting my head forward. Róstran looked straight at me, back at his timorous self as his cheeks flushed. His hands were at my nether regions.

I furtively glanced at Lárus frequently, observing his fully erect penis. He multitasked, stimulating his shaft while sketching the picture... or so I thought. I took a more discernible glom at him to where he could lambaste me for tarnishing the artwork, perceiving none. The hand with the utensil was rigid, and he hadn't made a single progress on the canvas. Instead, he focused all of his enthrallment on masturbating.

I turned to Róstran and whispered in his ear, "Want to spice the photo up?" I blatantly gesticulated at Lárus with my head.

Róstran pivoted his head toward him, snapping into place. "Are you sure?" He stammered nervously.

"Just a scintilla-- you can step on my feet hard if I go too far." I swiveled my head and smirked at my brother. "If Lárus wants to be professional, then we should too."

"What is my function?"

I moved Róstran's hands so they could cosset more of my fundament. "Play with my ass. Get as handsy as you like."

I sensed Róstran dig his fingers into my posterior and fondled them, noticing him act bashful. I held him tightly against my navel cavity. My body swayed like a tree against him, and his dick got harder. I slithered up and down, getting bedeviled by it. I imagined it could stretch any vagina to the absolute limit, my own pussy secreting arousal. He playacted like he desperately desired to stuff a bitch like me with it, and the blandishment was palpable on my end.

Róstran jettisoned his shell surprisingly faster than I prognosticated. My vagina became involved in his touches whether he unknowingly did it or not. He stayed at the farthest reaches of my vulva, though my influence gradually changed it. I expected a sudden agony on any of my feet at any moment as I made him grope more of my mound. My connate brother sounded bewitched at the sight, so I repositioned ourselves, bent forward, and lifted my tail, giving Lárus an entire view of him spreading my nether lips.

I pressed my mammillae on Róstran's penis, no longer persevering against the beguiling siren. This would've been the most opportune moment to receive a harsh stomp from him, yet none came. I got closer, my mouth wide open to sample the intoxicating scent's provenience, when I heard a severe cough from Lárus.

"Seriously," Lárus angrily vociferated, extending his arms wide like he could knock on the welkin's door. "I have to restart from scratch, and I was so close."

Yeah, right, I thought. "You seemed you had more clamant matters to tend to." I pointed several times at my brother's penis, which was still erect and scintillating from the precum.

Lárus glanced down. "I can't help it, and neither can Róstran," he looked at him, "which brings up an interesting topic. I thought you were assiduous at taking your meds."

Róstran nodded, appearing jocund to hear a large phraseology from Lárus. "Indubitably, I am quite the punctilio at medication. However I squandered my supply and had the most inopportune conveniences to get it filled."

"So, if I draw you two, I would have to include his erection- which isn't fully-erect still... holy shit- potentially raising alarms about him not rubbing the gel to stymie it."

"Like you care about following that ukase," I responded, folding my arms.

"I am smart enough to jack off in solitude; I don't have clout like Gellir has to choke my chicken in public before my Mating Ceremony."

"So, I need to," Róstran drawled out.

Lárus finished Róstran's enunciations with an affirmative nod. "Masturbate. It's the only way to assuage the feeling right this instance." He grabbed ahold of his cock. "You just grab your penis like this and move your hand like so." He masturbated slowly, and Róstran vacillated until joining him, already making blunders. "Wait. No no no. Stop."

The outburst created an interregnum. "What?" Róstran catechized, still holding his gargantuan pecker.

"You're doing it wrong." Lárus scooted closer to Róstran. "Your hand needs to be firmer but not too rigid." He paused for a moment. "Need a hand?" He asked, acting flustered with abashment.

I noticed Róstran excitedly wagging his tail. "Uh... sure. Just don't escalate it further.

My brother utilized both of his hands to grasp Róstran's endowment, his eyes lighting up in stupefaction. "Damn, Róstran." He left them there as if expecting him to extricate himself at the last second. Both flushed their cheeks.

I watched Lárus slowly start stroking Róstran's shaft after he heard no demurral from him. I didn't expect my sibling to escalate his homosexual side beyond just observing two dudes fuck in a porn book, but here he was, and I was certain he had similar thoughts. Nevertheless, they were an erotic dyad and titillated me. I fondled my breasts and fingered my muliebrity, orienting myself for the prime view of the show. Then, disaster struck.

Róstran began having a panic attack, and Lárus backed off. "You ok, Róstran," Lárus asked as I moved closer. "I'm sorry for going too far."

"Yeah," Róstran stammered. "Apologies for losing my equanimity."

Lárus shook his head. "Don't be. I take it your past has something to do with it." Róstran nodded. "It can't harm you anymore. I refuse to let it touch you, and I won't become it."

I placed my left hand on Róstran's shoulder. "And you have me, too."

"I know," Róstran spoke, gulping. "Let me have a moment."

I rubbed Róstran's back. "Take as much time as you need."

Lárus joined me. "We can try another way where you can hide your boner."

Róstran lifted his head. "I want to try it again. It felt terrific despite the haunting connection I have with it."

"We won't go beyond touching unless you explicitly say otherwise."

Róstran's blush returned. "I'm comfortable with only touching right now. I'm ready when you two are."

I was the first to touch Róstran's penis and gasped. I needed both hands to wrap around it, the biggest cock I've seen on any Fenri or Direfenri, even the ones from the lascivious books. My brother also needed both metacarpi to handle his portion of Róstran's shaft. We went in unison and jacked him off.

Róstran shivered from the strokes, and Lárus and I massaged his back coevally by jerking his prick. An ostentatious, beaming smile appeared on his physiognomy, and his cock aggrandized its length and girth. He exuded pre from his urethra, and his tail wagged faster. Lárus shifted themselves to where he could press their dongs and testicles together. The way his virile proboscis made Lárus's penis appear small was staggering and turned me on tremendously.

"Damn," Lárus grunted, grinding his genitals on Róstran's genitalia and using both hands, which barely wrapped around the virile pillars. "You're not just hung or well-hung-- you're fucking super hung. Actually, even that doesn't come close to describe your penis. I surmise I know where all the Direfenri traits went, and I can't believe there's more yet to come."

"Faer," Róstran moaned, beatific tears forming in his eyes"this feels more wondrous than usual."

Lárus slathered Róstran's precum over their penises. "You should smear this as soon as it shows up. It amplifies your pleasure." Róstran simply nodded, and they went to their original positions.

Lárus transmigrated one of his hands to Róstran's massive ballsack. I did the same and gave one of the testicles tender squeezes, offering my breasts for him to fondle. He latched onto them, and I found it amusing how he operated on them. I left my brother to handle the huge genitals to manipulate his hands, letting him know he could be more vigorous with them. Once he got the hint, I went back to fill my dose of his endowment and gonads, and his knot finally exposed itself, making my eyes blink. It was huge and showed signs of Róstran's loss in actual abstemiousness.

I was enthralled by the event, savoring every second of absorbing one of my fantasies to even wonder who Róstran gave his knot to and how he did it. Something about the pseudo-incestuous nature added a certain quiddity that the lubricious books or the pair of masculine Fenri from the first of Norweth couldn't encapsulate. Lárus sped up his celerity, and I squeezed Róstran's knot, pointing his penis at me. I was met with the first splash of semen. Róstran had his orgasm and ejaculated. The salty emissions still surprised me despite Róstran's balls being barometers, and Lárus just kept pumping Róstran. The discharges evanesced not after leaving me as white as the snow.

Róstran's sinew deliquesced, and he sighed gleefully with relief. "Fuck," he articulated, resting against a tree. The miasma disappeared next, and he blinked rapidly while observing me. "Sorry, Kaera."

"Don't be," I responded, inspecting my arms. I also planted my back against the tree, being on Róstran's left side.

"How was it, Róstran?" Lárus inquired, releasing the penis, and he also laid against the trunk except on Róstran's right side.

"More resplendent than usual," Róstran answered, his member withdrawing back into its sheath. He eyed Lárus's erection, which was still present. "Need a hand?" He inquired, making an effort.

Lárus lifted his metacarpi. "I have two right here," he glanced at his boner, "but you can touch me down there as much as you desire."

"Never did I think you would be game for what it is you're currently doing," I responded.

Lárus shrugged and then barked from Róstran touching his junk. "It's just touching-- nothing significant. Who would know anyway?

Róstran reached down and latched onto my brother's genitalia, freezing in place for a moment. Then, he mimicked the tutorage. I wondered how Lárus compared him to my attempts. Was I better? Did Lárus prefer him instead? Or was the datum of male-on-male sex with basically a brother made the comparisons unequal? He added Lárus's gonads to the tugs, rolling the orbicular pair around and stretching the scrotum. Lárus.

"Don't forget about me," I articulated, spreading my legs for Róstran.

Róstran elected to forego my brother's testicles, opting for my pussy. I had to mentor him on where the erogenous spots were, including my clitoris. It was all I did; he took over from there better than I thought. Bizarre yet acquainted scintillations flickered within me explosively enough to efface any encumbrances to my climax. Perhaps he was more adroit than Gellir or the feminine partners I had. It was the explanation to explicate why he was superb while the rest exerted more effort for similar results. I had already saturated his digits with my arousal.

Róstran had a puissant virility. His boner returned, and his knot wasted zero seconds in sliding out. The way his erection dwarfed my twin brother's full-masted cock still had me stupefied. I went for his testicles after Lárus sat up and jerked his claymore, and his precum flowed out like a stream from a mountain.

"Am I doin alright?" Róstran inquired solicitously after a few minutes of hearing huffs, pants, and grunts from Lárus and me.

"Spectacular," Lárus responded contently. He acted spasmodically a couple minutes later. "Just go fast, Róstran! Finish me!"

"Don't forget my clit!" I shouted through my teeth.

Róstran obeyed and sped up and gave my pearl attention. Meanwhile, Lárus bucked his hips until his whole frame went stiff, spurting cum all over himself. He continued jacking Lárus off throughout the entire ejaculation, unbothered by the sperm on himself while I had my crescendo. The output was definitely diminutive compared to the first series of eruptions once I regained consciousness, and Róstran was still in the midst of his orgasm.

"Thanks, Róstran," Lárus huffed with a warm grin.

Róstran was the most jocund from the event, sighing blithely as soon as his climax deliquesced. "My pleasure."

I noticed my brother twitch his nostrils and glance at me. "Apparently we also earned your seal of approval."

"I'll say," I replied, looking at my cunt.

"Want us to help?"

I waved the proposition off. "Not necessary. Róstran got me off." I looked at the sky. "Besides, time is not our ally."

Lárus also looked up. "Yeah. Let's get the artwork completed right after cleaning ourselves." Róstran didn't mind having the three of us wash the sperm off with our tongues.

Róstran and I got into original positions and held them while Lárus legitimately drew us. No shenanigans emerged to distract us, and my brother completed the picture before he had to work at Tandri's business. We looked, and it was redolent of a slow dance to a maudlin tune. Once again, Lárus demonstrated his skills at bringing out the best qualities of whomever he drew. We packed up and went home, and Lárus vacated the edifice several minutes later.

The members of the Phenomenal Five trickled in right after Lárus left, taking around an hour for the whole group to arrive. Gellir mentioned earlier he would come later because he had familial committals. Évéy was the last to arrive and lounged and gossiped while the show in the kitchen gradually enthralled us.

Dad was cooking dinner this time, and he still had a long time to fulfill his end of the bet with mom. He wore the epicene, lacy jockstrap ever since the first of Norweth, and mom added a cage around his sheath and testicles underneath the underwear right after arriving home on the same day. The following days of incessant stimulation without any wherewithals of cumming vitiated his quietude, becoming an oversexed pauper. To make matters worse, she placed a gag in his muzzle and had a leash on him.

Mom had her strap-on on, and she varied her routine with agonizingly laggard thrusts into dad's rectum and bites on his other erogenous zones. He appeared so desperate for release that he would perfervidly genuflect and supplicate to Faer for relief if he didn't have the blockage shoved chockablock in his maw and tied around his head. The disconsolateness was puissant to make the cage move vivaciously with every twitch from his inguinal region. I could only imagine the licentious torture he was going through since it appeared he couldn't leak his precum, conceptualizing how drenched she would be with semen once he finally ejaculated. He reached for his genitals with one of his hands.

Mom immediately yanked on dad's leash. "Ah-ah-ah. Bad puppy."

Dad survived the lecherous ordeal to finish cooking the pabulum, a Káyütian dish called szützletik. The lilliputian sausages and vegetables in vibrant red sauce on top of boiled nuggets of batter were smoky. They had a scintilla of spice that I actually savored compared to that one Hu-Janese cuisine. His gag was off for food, though he wasn't out of the woods yet. I observed his eyes enlarge and dart over to mom, who grinned and rested her head on her left hand. They went to the master bedroom, and I led the Phenomenal Five to my room after dinner. We commenced masturbation spurred by my parents' lewd acts. Gellir knocked on my door and entered several minutes later.

"So, we have an audience for the finale," Gellir enunciated as he shut the door, appearing and sounding pleasantly surprised.

"Yeah," I drawled out. "Évéy specifically requested me to have sex with you in front of her and the entire group, completed with you knotting and discharging sperm in my asshole at some point, so I figured why not settle two scores coevally."

Gellir grinned as he scanned the other females. "Resplendent. Is it a simple performance or more of an anodyne experience." He rapidly raised his eyebrows several times.

Évéy pressed a finger to her lips. "I suppose we can all allay any throe you may have to some degree."

"I'll take any alleviation you can give." Gellir exuviated his shirt.

Évéy and I led Gellir to my bed while he finished denuding part of his raiments, and the other four members of the Phenomenal Five were in a pile, licking and caressing their vulvas. We osculated with him and each other as his pants became loose, reaching inside for a more intimate touch of his genitalia. A silky sensation made me look down as his fly opened, and he shimmied out of his trousers, revealing the roseate, girly jockstrap his mother acquired earlier.

"Oo-la-la," Évéy felicitated sultrily, being the most stentorian individual in the room as everybody kept the noise volume down. "You look ravishing in it." She went to nip Gellir on the neck.

"Thanks," Gellir gasped. "I exfiltrated with it for the especial milestone tonight." He requited the nip to Évéy as I kissed her also.

Our breasts quickly became Gellir's infatuation, so we pressed them against his visage. We fondled each other's dyad as he suckled our teats. I reached down and wrapped the lacy waistband with one of my index fingers without losing focus on what was going up top, snapping the stitch against his pilose side. He responded by squeezing my butt. My lips connected to his on her left nipple, where we proceeded to kiss and exchange her boob's flavor. Then, I sensed two tongues on my right nipple.

We freed Gellir's erection from the effeminate prison, our hands competing for the best spots on his penis. I got his testicles and where his knot would emerge, cosseting the orbicular pair. His precum made our metacarpi slick, and he brushed against my vulva. He must've touched her groin also, as we both moan simultaneously. I got moist as he rubbed my mound and went into my vagina. Almost his entire hand got inside me, and he stretched it to present my most intimate parts to the four fornicating feminine Fenri.

Ángýl and another female rived from the copulating, homoerotic group and flocked to Gellir right as Évéy and I fellated Gellir. They each had one of his gonads in their mouths, and I noticed one of them gently masticating on his hirsute scrotum. I met Évéy on his glans, where an amaranthine stream of pellucid essence flowed out of his urethra. The other Fenri came and got to his face, appearing very horny and close to climax. He briefly licked the newcomers' cunts when they sprayed their ambrosia over him.

Gellir requested me to get on all fours and present my nether region to him and the coveted clique, his face dripping wet with feminine essence. Naturally, my pucker received attention although not in the way I prognosticated. I felt a pair of fingers enter my anus and another set pierce my snatch, coincidently spreading my arousal in between my anal fissure. I glanced back, observing the five females tend to his nether region. Évéy had his entire penis in her mouth. Ángýl and another Fenri suckled on his balls, and the final two licked his anus.

My orifices clenched on Gellir's digits as he worked to loosen my sphincter, going right up to his last knuckles. They behaved like greedy pups, refusing to relinquish their ownership over the fingers until a void came. Then, the moist, soft, and slithery intruder went into my rectum. He enthusiastically licked my pink ring until I was assured he had replaced my arousal with his slaver.

I looked back when I sensed another tongue on my sphincter, realizing it was Ángýl, and one of the Fenri at Gellir's asshole took her place. I quavered and expelled pussy juice from my first orgasm, although it wasn't sufficient for my end of the bargain. His knot was still the key. The licks surceased. Then, a pygmy waterfall became corporeal directly above my anus, and the flurry of tongues resumed, conjecturing Gellir cumulated my sacchariferous expulsions in his mouth and spit them over my crevice.

I perceived the unmistakable sound of Gellir reaching his crescendo and looked back to see him ejaculate. Évéy collected a substantial pool in her mouth and on her hands while the fusillade of semen raged on. The salty batter had the kismet of going to my anus. My sphincter stretched, and the puppy-maker went deep inside. The stream was unending as he and Ángýl feasted the salmagundi of flavors at my backdoor, continuing even after my hole closed. I was as prepared as I could be without any artificial, oleaginous liquids designed for intercourse after the licks finished for the night.

Gellir ditched his girly jockstrap and mounted me doggystyle. My pucker expanded without fail, and the sounds of his testicles ricocheting off me materialized. I thought about how close I was to completing my debts, wondering if the spark I initially had for him would return. I also cogitated about what was in store for me if I won the contest and entered the elite echelon. Would all my work and sacrifices be worth it in the very end? Would the members actually honor their code of what went on in the Phenomenal Five stayed in the Phenomenal Five if I remained a plebeian?

Gellir was not clement at all in his thrusts. I feared his exertions would alert the whole mansion to the premature copulations. He sheathed his entire penis in my ass, but his previous orgasm made his knot temporarily effete. My cheeks flushed as he knocked the wind out of me and grabbed my tail without pulling it. Despite all the prep at making my rear tunnel slick and pliable, I maintained an ideal amount of tightness to him while his girthy sausage filled me well.

I observed Ángýl's vagina slide into view, followed by licks on my pussy while Gellir humped my fundament. I reciprocated, going right for her clitoris and spreading her vulva and labia wide open. Évéy appeared next, inserting a strap-on in her taint. One of the females was the lucky one to peg him, transferring her force to his sinew, which ended up on my rump. He begrudgingly allowed the Fenri abaft to pound his ass with an ersatz pecker. Another Phenomenal Five member played with my breasts, and the final individual fondled Ángýl's mammillae.

Gellir forcefully pinned my head to Évéy's cunt. I got a concentrated odor of her scent. My tongue felt the fake penis slide in and out of her tail-hole, sensing her bump against my nostrils. He benevolently released his force on me.

My relief was ephemeral as Évéy stuffed my mouth with her faux penis, equalling Gellir's puissance on my rear. A hefty dose of gaminess enveloped my tastebuds, adding to the cornucopia of losing my senses. Delightful tears and miasma blinded me, heightening the snarls and other sounds in my ears and the pounding on my front and back. Ángýl's scent still lingered, commixing with the hormones in the air.

Évéy dragooned me to taste Ángýl's slit again, this time while she fucked her friend's vagina. It was right around this time I knew the finish line was in sight. Gellir's knot finally inflated again, forcing my taint to elongate wider. Desperate to settle the scores, I rammed backward to meet the bulbous part of his penis. The numerous attempts weren't otiose as I felt a pop, enjoying the fruits of my labor right as an ambrosial geyser eructed right at my countenance.

My body moved on its own volition, milking Gellir's prick for all that it was worth as he collapsed on me. I felt his spunk flood my ass. Every pump of sperm reaffirmed the notion I had settled my debts. My stomach grumbled once he emptied his testes. The Phenomenal Five closely inspected the tie in my anus, determining it was sufficient to pay my debt to Évéy. I sighed with relief when he told me I was free from obligating to his deal. He and I stayed on my bed while the rest stealthily obfuscated any signs of deviancy and debauchery and went to their rooms. When I thought I was in the clear, an old friend came to say hello.