Coming of Age
Two Wolves Must Complete a Coming of Age Ritual...
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Coming of Age.
Tribal, Incest, Underage, Forced Sex, Twins, BDSM, Male-on-Female/Straight.
By: DomCoon - https://inkbunny.net/DomCoon
There was a hustle and bustle in the Terrim hut today, in the aerial treevillageofGraskgar. To call today unimportant would be an understatement, and of all things, and insult, the traditions of the pack tribe. Today, Fyre and Fylame Terrim, two wolves of the pack, had just turned eighteen years of age. They were men now. Two strong, black furred wolves, wearing the traditional loincloths of the tribe, with the markings for Hunters along their chest, painted there. They would go through the ritual... they would have their face markings painted on, and their back markings. Their coming of age was most important---- twins were considered a good luck sign, and for them to reach adulthood properly meant 10 years of fortune for the village, or, so the Elders agreed by the old teachings.
Of course, any male would be lying if they didn't tell you they enjoyed the last portion of the ceremony, that happened as the sun set beyond the forest trees surrounding the village--- a male, to also be a man, also had to have a woman of their own. It was simple, the male would pick a woman of their choice, who was already not taken, or un-owned, and they would become theirs-- to be their mate... servant...or slave.
and it was as the sun set, that the two males were pursing the crowd--- many females had come out trussed up--- wearing their best beads in their hair---- decorated with feathers, some were...skimping the outskirts---forbidden to leave the gathering that was the party by their fathers or mothers, in hopes they would end up in the graces of the male, but were not trying to attract attention. There was awkward talk in the air.... by now.... the male had already chosen, and we're off to....... consummate, for a politer term...
But there was a problem between the two. The traditions. They were born on the same one day, so, they had to share the same, one female. This proposed a problem.
Fyre was the more rambunctious of the two, a broadchested male, who was skilled in the thrill of the hunt, he wanted someone young, easy to make submit--. Fylame, was the more conservative. He was more read in tradition and the old texts, and he wanted someone who would bear them plenty of young, and was easy to teach.
What they did agree on, was that they wanted a slave---neither felt comfortable sharing the same 'Wife' yet, to be sure. Their female would be made to serve, thier every whim and desire.
They had turned down the fourth female, mainly, for being too old, for Fyre's taste, at twenty. and that was when Fyre glanced to his right... a single beam of light shining onto a figure that sat on a log, from the waning sun. Why did'nt Fyre think of this before?... it was so simple-- the perfect female, had been there, all along, and so, he got his brother's attention from scanning the rest of the crowd, as time was growing short.
"Fylame...!" said Fyre. "I think we've found our female..." he said with a toothy grin, an almost wicked smirk. Fylame looked in the direction that Fylame had pointed his muzzle, there, to the log. "I...don't see anyone...?" he asked. Fyre rolled his eyes. "No..I mean, well... her...." he said. Of course, this though that Fyre meant the figure on the log hadn't entered his mind yet----
On the log say Ash. Ash was a stark contrast to her two twin brothers. A wolf with silvery fur, taking after her father rather than mother, who's fur was black. She gained her name because she came after 'The Fyre' and 'The Fylame'--- Ash. She was slightly curvy, not thin, but...a pleasant figure, with a well rounded bust. Average. She had the family crest painted across her upper chest... she was training to be a healer.
Fylame opened his eyes wide.. "Fyre... you, don't mean to---" Fyre scoffed. "Don't be so prude..... She obeys dad pretty well, right?, She's sixteen years..... and you know she does good in her healing education..." and he leaned into Fylame's ears. "and her body looks pretty healthy---- I bet she could bear a lot of pups, too..." Fylame sort of swallowed, ugh... now Fyre had HIM thinking it over seriously....
The two hung in silence... considering their sister... who didn't catch, or feel the eyes of her two, now leering brothers, happily going about reading the old, yellowed book in the waning light by the lantern on her log.
Fylame finally opened his mouth. "Alright...." he said. He sounded a bit ashamed, but.... Fyre was right----and there was no tradition against it being family---and at times, was encouraged--- all that was important was that they finish their ritual, to become men, before the start of tomorrow.
The two approached slowly, not drawing attention to themselves as they approached the girl, still reading, still unaware what had already been decided for her---and it was, it was the Male's choice. Not the females, after all.
Fyre reached out a hand to grab her shoulder
Fylame stopped him mid lunge----and closed his eyes, before placing his own pay gently against her opposite shoulder. "Hey, Ash?" Fylame asked lightly. Ash startled a moment...!
"Oh!" the girl said, catching her breath giggling a bit. "Oh...I'm sorry, I was reading, brother..." she blushed. "Did.. Did you find a female yet?" she asks, peeking up the two. "I heard Cassandra was VERY interested in you two..." she gave a soft wink.
Fyre smirked, and finally spoke. "In fact... we did....and we want you to come meet her." he said softly. Fylame looked at Fyre, with narrowed eyes, as he nodded. "Yeah... we did." he lied, too. He felt bad again--- couldn't they just... tell her here? But no.... Fyre, as normal... wanted to 'Play' a little.
The girl smiled innocently, knowing she'd be living with this female in the house, feeling important, and honored that she had been asked so soon to meet her! "Of course!" she says, closing the book, with the symbols for 'Healer' on the leather cover and putting it under her arm, as the two escorted her off into the large tree hut, into the two's hut, across the walk.
The room was large, circular, a singular door, two windows--- one way in, little ways out. A bed mat, stuffed with feathers, a few baskets holding goods, spare cloths. No Female, except her. This puzzled Ash. "Uh... where is she guys?..." she giggled. "Did she get cold feet and run out behind you two?" she asked softly.
Fyre smirked a little. Before tapping her nose with a clawtip. "Of course not.....because you're her!" he said softly. Fylame merely watched, waiting to see the girl's reaction.....
Ash had to blink a little.....narrowing her eyes at that clawtip as it left her nose, surely, these two were joking...right? Was the real female hiding in one of the baskets and wanted to play a joke? She looked at the two, Fyre was his normal playful self, a smug grin on his black furred muzzle---it was Fylame's grim, short smile that let her know the truth, that the two weren't joking, or fooling. Her eyes went wide in disbelief as she swallowed quite hard, you could hear it the room, that to her, suddenly seemed much smaller.
"I...but...I'm...." she stammered. Fyre rolled his eyes, finishing her sentence. "Yes....you're our sister
but you're also our slave now..." he grinned with a toothy grin. Fylame sighed. "You...kinda fit... everything we wanted.. and well, we were---running out of time." not wanting to admit any real reason for his want of his sister.
Ash swallowed again.."But...what of...my teachings?... and.. and... what...will...Mom--Dad..?..." she looked, her two brothers looked...so bigger...taller--intimidating all of a sudden. Biting her lip, she waited for a response, from her stammered question, as Fyre trotted over, along with Fylame in tow, taking either side as Fyre stole a stroke down the front of her chest, before dipping his hands back up to tilt her muzzle upwards towards his face
"Oh, you'll still be able to study for that....~" he says softly. "Afterall, you'll need to tend to my hunting wounds, of course...." he says. Fylame nodded. "And I'd be more happier if you were studying anyways." he smiles. "And.. as for Mom and Dad, well....traiditon says that what they want here....doesn't matter." he nodded. "it's what me and Fyre want." he says with a warm smile--
Before she could speak again, Fyre pressed a finger at the side of her muzzle....tilting his head down, and forcing his snout to hers, stealing a deep kiss----she could feel his strong tongue, push into her own muzzle, seeking out her own tongue...rubbing against the walls of her snout. It made her eyes widen----her pulse rate pick up--- the world was freezing, her vision blurred---- she struggled, for a bit, trying to break the kiss---
But the longer it lasted...the less she fought... eventually, her eyes came to a crystal clear point as she took a deep gasping breath as Fyre broke the kiss, then Fylame stroke against the bottom of her muzzle, taking it Fyre's hand, she found herself looking up at her other brother.... opening her muzzle instinctively this time, as he too, leaned in for a kiss, more tender, but just Fyre's.... and lasting nearly as long...
When Fylame had broken his kiss, she gasped, a fluster around her snout, and cheeks, under her eyes. She was blushing from embarrasment---she just.... kissed her own brothers. Not the peck on the cheek she gives them before a hunt, no... this was.... something else.
During the kiss, she had not seen Fyre move toward's one of the baskets, removed a few stripes of leather, with metal clasps. She felt one slip around her neck----her tribes traditional slave collar....complete with markings....and the symbols for her brother's two names--- varying symbols for 'Fire'.
She leaned a paw up tracing around it as Fyre latched it in back, she swallows...."W...what will...." Fyre leaned a paw up, shushing her muzzle. He scoffed, a little. "We'll worry about whatever later.." he grinned, taking one of her paws and wrapping a thick, bull leather clasp around her right wrist. She blinked..."What's...this for?" she asked, finally, a little out of breath.
Fyre smiled as he attached a similar cuff around her left wrist aswell---before slipping them together, and linking a clasp in the middle. "For that..." he said softly. She blinked down at her paws... held together by the clasp, unable to separate them much, her eyes grew wide, as she tugged at them-- "H..hey..." she murmured softly.
Fyre slipped a paw up across her breast, grabbing it as he gave her left tit a squeeze through her cloth, with a slightly evil, teasing grin. Ash gasped out, squirming.... Fylame leaning in, wrapping around her waist, to hold her in place, the two working together, like on a hunt, almost. "Let's get your cloths off...." he said.... gently using a sharp clawtip to shred through the back, and through the arm holes of her top, tossing the bits of scrap to the side. "Afterall, I don't think my, erm----our slave, should wear them~" he said.
Fylame had to agree---it , wasn't a bad sight, as he did the same to her bottom, revealing that pert, slightly wide hips, and rounded ass cheeks. Ash could do nothing but blush, and whimper embarrassedly...not even able to move her arms to cross over, or hide anything as the two boys began to leer at her fully naked form, silver fur, with bits of cream white from her pink, slit between her legs, all the way up to her face.
"I....aren't you...sure....one of the other girls...?" she stammered out, as Fylame this time rose a finger to her snout. "We want you, Ash....please....this is final..." he said softly. Her ears folded to her head..."I...I understand..." she said meekly. She understood the traditions. If it was final....it was, well...final.
She felt Fylame guide her to her knees..., a gentle push....slowly growing stronger as Fyre pushed down on her opposite shoulder. She knelt on the wooden floor, looking up at the two, swallowing, looking down at the floor, and her binds.. as she peeked back up, watching the two begin to disrobe., their own cloths coming off, with a simple latch.---
The two boys were mostly identical...Fyre was a little more toned.. but otherwise, the same black fur... as their mother, from top, to bottom--- broad strong chest, indicative of the hunters they were.... with a gray taper in towards their sheathes, and ball sacs, with powerful hind legs. They had markings along their back, and face---tribal paint.
She swallowed...."I...what...what now?" she asked meekly, looking up at the two---before Fyre merely flopped his plumping sheath against her snout. "Suck...." he commanded.
The night had come...the party died down outside--- as the two twins dissapeared, it was assumed it was a success. Inside. Ash was on her knees, in front of her two new masters.... her brothers, paws tied together in front of her as swallowed at that command. She could smell both their musk..it was heavy....distinct for each one....enticing.
It made her wet. She swallowed some as she gently opened her muzzle, placing it around that sheath...sucking lightly as it began to swell almost immediately, slowly filling up...until that shaft began to poke at her lips. When she tried to back up her muzzle, Fyre gripped the back of her head. "No....." he said softly. "Stay.". Fylame nodded, swallowing----he merely fondled himself...feeling his own length thicken, as he watched their own sister begin to suck her brother's cock.
And soon, she was, that dick grew out of it's protective sheath, pushing against her tongue as she tasted that musk as it rubbed up against her sensitive, soft tongue. She had to close her eyes---she gagged, just a little, at the suddenness of such a powerful, pungent taste. She dealt with it though, keeping her lips pursed around that shaft. She began to suck, softly, as her brother worked her head, back and forth. She began to droll onto the floor...on her brother's feet. He didn't seem to mind.
It wasn't long before she caught a bitter taste of that preseed. Making a face, Fyre pulled his dick from her muzzle finally, a little string of precum attached to her lip as she looked up with wide, glassy eyes, as she gasped, "O..oh..." she softly blushed. "I...was that.. okay?..." she asked, worryingly.
"You did fine..." Fyre grinned. He looked at Fylame and made a motion with his head...then raised two fingers----it was the Hunter's language for 'Go in the for Kill'....
Fylame knew what he meant----Fyre wanted him to be 'first'. To get over his sister and---well, fuck her. Ash looked up quizzically---she knew it was a Hunter's sign, but...she didn't know what it meant--
Fyre knew that Fylame would hesitate... Fylame knew this too---this was Fyre's way of making sure Fylame could seal the deal---to finish this ritual. Fylame gave Fyre a silent look---slight doubt, he still didn't know wether or not he could do this to his own sister--- it still wasn't too late to grab someone else--- there was still hours until tommrow...technically.
Ash looked between the two's silent argument, on her knees, still, swallowing some, as she spoke, in that soft tone of hers. "I...It's okay brother..." she said to Fylame meekly. "I understand...my position now.. it's...tradition, right?" she asked, swallowing again. "and...we wouldn't want...to disappoint the elders...right?" she asked softly.
Fylame looked down at his sister, swallowing...she was right..."Yeah..." he said as he finally kneeled down and gave a gentle push to her shoulders...getting her down to the floor, before grabbing her legs, straightening them out----spreading them, swallowing a little. Fyre watched in anticipation, sitting down, gently fondling his own rigid dick.
Fylame just wanted to get this over with-- regardless of the signals his body was sending---the feeling of her soft bellyfur against his dick as he rested between her legs finally as he leaned down-gently petting down her sisters muzzle. "Relax..." he softly said as he placed a gentle kiss to her lips. She could only nod, swallowing. Her own body was responsive.... dripping onto the floor from her own slit.
Fylame finally slide back, against that soft belly fur, before placing his dick against that opening, before sliding in---he made it quick, fast, he knew what was coming, he knew their sister was still a virgin, and Fyre knew too, Fyre closed his eyes, licking his lips, as he grabbed his own shaft on the bed-pile, waiting to hear that little yelp.
"YIPE!...." Ash yelled, feeling her hymen pierce... feeling Fylame's dick bury deep, sudden. It felt...warm...painful, big, full. Fylame closed his eyes, gasping, he heard her yell, but he was too busy enjoying the warmness of her cunt. He seethed a bit as he dragged her into a deeper kiss, suddenly, her eyes still wide, before he drew his hips back, and Fylame began a gentle Rythm into her. Soon, her eyes relaxed.....then slowly begin to half-lid, as sudden pain turned into a quite pleasurable sensation quickly.
Fyre watched as his dick leaked a thin little string of precum onto the floor, as he watched as his brother began to fuck their younger sister in earnest. He smiled. "There you go~" he murmured. Fylame was letting himself just get lost in the sensation, his hips movning...muscles flexing, keeping firm steady motions into her. He broke the deep kiss her was giving her to gasp.... his claws dimpling across the skin of her thigh. She took the time to moan out, softly whimpering..."Nrgh.....h..harder..." she pleaded. She too, was allowing herself to get lost in the sensation.
Fyre got down to his knees...inching toward's the two, as he gave Fylame's shoulder a pat, he came too, a moment, from his trance, to see the sign Fyre was making with his paws, a sign for 'go right'... Fylame had to think a moment, but he knew what it meant. He paused his motions, just a moment to sit on his side....brining Ash with, as he smiled. "Everything's....*gasp* okay.." Fylame said to her, as Fyre slipped behind her. Fyre grinned. "Everything's just fine~" he said as he lifted her tail, and began to push his precum slickened dick against her tailhole.
Ash's eyes went wide as as she felt this....wanting to say something, but..it wasn't her place now--- that collar around her neck now meant her opinion in this matter didn't matter. Soon she was feeling Fyre's dick fill her tight, virgin tailhole....rubbing against Fylame's dick in her cunt, she whimpered a bit..."B..big..." she murmured.
Fylame shushed her sister..."Everything's okay....we won't hurt you..." he said as he felt Fyre's dick rub against his own as he entered her ass. She whimpered a bit, but managed a short nod, before Fylame began to drag his dick back again, returning a gentle rythm into her. Soon....Fyre began to drag his own dick back, the two working in time to fuck both those holes at the same time, working steadily at first.
Ash whimpered...Moan, a mixture of pleasure, a pain-- a dick in her cunt... a dick in her ass. It felt..oddly good...pleasing. She found part of her wishing there was a third...somewhere in the back of her head.... to fill her muzzle. But for now, she had to settle for Fylame's tounge, which worked it's way back into her muzzle for another deep kiss, as she closed her eyes tightly as Fylame pated heavily through his nose against her own snout.
Soon though, the gentleness went away, the two beginning to quicken thier pace.... Fyre was worked up by the earlier blow job....and now this tight ass....and Fylame's own excitement was reaching a peak----and the girl's own sex was beginning to ripple...and dance around Fylame's dick. "C..cumming....!" Fylame exclamimed, pushing that thick knot of his into her cunt, tying, as Fyre murmured out into her other ear, merely reply with a sudden, hard love bite to her neck, which made the girl, thier sister, whimper out in a sudden sharp ~moan~.
Fylame's dick began to spurt, in thick, heavy ropes into the girl... covering along that tight passage....pushing along her cervical opening. She wasn't in heat...sadly...or else that thick virile load would most certainly have had the effect of a healthy litter of pups. Fyre's equally as thick load began to fill her tight, tailhole....a warm feeling filling her up as she sang out in a series of soft murmurs, and soft moans....eyes opening slightly in a half-lidded fashion......
As soon as it began it... it ended...the girl feeling a dizzyness, wooziness overcome her, along with the warm... full feeling that was still with her, as he two male's still huddled around her, as Fylame finally panted.... spent, along with his Brother, Fyre. The two gasped. "W..wow." Fylame said.
Fyre grinned. "That's one way of putting it..." he said as he gently grinned....tugging his unknotted dick out of her ass, a drooling pool of cum from her tailhole following. "You okay sis?~" Fyre asked as he gave her collar a tug...
Ash gasped and groaned.....as she finally replied. "Never better~" she soflty murmured out...snuggling close to Fylame.