Chapter 54: Feast of Champions

  Sweet redoleneat, bread, and other cuisines graced my nostrils the sed Róstran, Lárus, aepping into the chockablock ballroom. I saw unfamiliar faces and got vibes redolent of our parents’ celebration of pleting their Mating Ceremony. The haughty air swarmed at least a moiety of the guests currently here, judging by their appearand demeanor. I deduced three distinct groups: pure nobles, patris still in the military, and oners. Some became izant of our presend directed their umbrage at Lárus aurning their ire into stupefa after staring at Róstran’s genitals.

  I found our reserved table ahem to it. We were adjoining to the se where amatory dyads could throw meretricious sex for the petition, and my heat instantly became piqued. A team carrying a whole elk ehe dining room, shifting the multitudinous pairs of eyes toward it. I tracked its movements from my seat, and it took up the gaping nihility oable between other estibles.

  The distra worked. My omphalooned me for provenders. I quickly got in line and engross myself at the sele, ign the public baal near my table. The line phlegmatically progressed. Pygmy morsels and breakfast were up first, ranging from pancake-ed sausage to diminutive egg sandwiches. The portion sizes increased for lund dinner s, and I received a hefty pile of elk on my pte. I loaded up on the viands and brought more to my siblings, lig my chops at the caramel that I sadly had to.

  I ate my estibles while the saturnalia tinued behind me. Lárus’s appetite was heteroclite as he ingurgitated at slow paormally, Róstran was slow, but the runt hardly touched his pabulums. Instead, Róstran squirmed and was flustered while Lárus appeared smug. Curious, I looked underh the table and its cover, disc they were surreptitiously rolling the dice. My sanguineous brother jostled Róstran’s gonads and phallus with his feet. An cogitation popped into my head, and I grinned. It was a minor outlet for my cupisce.

  I ensy seat, and my siblings remained oblivious to my elfin smirk. It grew and became more mischievous and ostentatious as I extended my right foot at Lárus. A few ient prods against him didn’t perturb him out of his enthrallment, but the jackpot did. His head tilted at me while I furtively rolled his balls around. I savored his saggy nutsad attention. He caught on to my signal of destine copution in the immediate future and happily exposed his s and sheath to my toes.

  Mom and dad arrived in their exact jockstraps I saw them in minutes ago, and she was uurbed about the multitudinous dyads of eyes beholding the mase underwear on her. Surprisingly, dad was stolid despite wearing a matg, epie top that I didn’t recall him wearing ever. In fact, this was the first instance of him wearing any bra, period. Notwithstanding the reversal of traditional habiliments among the sexes, he exuded dominance immemorial of his gender. He lead her by a leash, and she had her arms cuffed behind her back. As they got closer, I beheld auguries she yanked his tail before arriving. They got to the saned area for the petition, and he forcefully pinned her to the floor, arched her fu up, exposed his erect penis from his girly jockstrap, and plowed her like a sultry brute.

  Hrafnir and his mate showed up with rope and a device for suspension. She dangled in the air as he wheeled her across the room, wearing a blindfold and gag. Rynaki and Ingileif were not that far behind them, and he wore fresh pahe three amatory dyads were in their mi for petition, trying to one-up each other to grab the most enthrallment from the audience. His brand new underwear lost its freshness from Ingileif imbuing it and him in her hot, golden stream, and he reciprocated.

  Watg Rynaki and Ingileif micturate on one another impelled me to seek the bathroom and surcease fondling my brothers’ testicles with my feet. I dashed out of the gargantuan chamber and down the hallway. Fortuitously, I didn’t have to travel far. My bdder capituted instantly after I got into position, and I was standing up to urihat was close, I thought. Thank Faer for being naked.

  Horny lust ter trumped the feeling of relief. I caressed my vulva, her lips, and clitoris, imagining Lárus’s penis or tongue perf magie. Soon the real deal would restitute the thoughts. Just a couple more hours, I uttered mentally though they felt like ay.

  A kno the door sternated me, and I yipped frightfully. “Occupied,” I uttered. Shit. Was I too enthralled?

  “Housekeeping,” Lárus responded in his terrible at. I couldn’t get my nude brother iall and start kissing and fondling him fast enough, and he was delightfully asto my vim. “I’d say my assumption was correct.”

  “What assumption?” I catechized between smooches.

  “You needing a good dig,” Lárus answered as he fondled my breasts and nipped my mouth.

  I stopped the oscutions. “You’re fug right about that, but that won’t be viable until everyone’s asleep.”

  “I know.” Lárus reached down aed pressure on my fu. “That’s why I’m giving you an appetizer to buy us time.”

  Lárus crouched and served his lubricious aperitif. I instinctively hissed and touched his head, sensing his hot, moist tongue enveloping my mound. “Faer, you know just what I need,” I spoke beatifically.

  “As I should.” An interregnum appeared, and I looked down at Lárus’s eyes as he stared up at me. “You pissed retly, didn’t you?”

  “I thought I was obvious.”

  “Your heat is near its peak. From the way you bolted away from your table, I figured it was t you, and the y made it worse.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, and I had to pee.”

  “At least the taste is not as horrific as I thought.” Lárus stuck his to.

  I rode the upsurge of delectation and held my inamorato’s head. He doused the fire in my crouch albeit it was a bantam bucket of water against a raging fgration. I sucked my lips, exposing my froh. Suddenly, I was off the floor and against the wall, my legs ing around his neck. He tasted more of my iriggering his primal side.

  I didn’t register someone else was with us until I heard ay occupy a stall adjoining ours. Lárus didn’t seem to notid got more enraptured by my snatch, his tongue slithering far into my moist, hot tuhe newer paid no attention to our iuous fornication as it began to piss into the toilet. I was frightened yet surreptitiously titilted.

  “Sounds like he’s hitting your buttons in the best ossible,” the entity uttered in a deep, gruff, mase voice. I responded only with my audible pants and huffs. His izance aggrandized my two petiions, and my asm began the asd. He chuckled heartily. “Young love— always overflowing with blinding fervor for each other. Reminds me of when my mate and I pleted our Mating Ceremony. We fucked nearly everywhere for almost three straight months.”

  Lárus sucked on my her lips repeatedly, followed by his tongue swirling around in my vagina. I couldn’t handle his pleasure, the horrific exhiration, and the sound of the other male urinatio us. I howled beatifically and saturated my brother’s face with ar. The sweet droplets dripping to the diminutive pool for awhile, and the stranger ughed a little while leaving the bathroom.

  “Faer be damned, Lárus,” I uttered as he lowered me to the floor. “Did you know he was o us?” My heart raced with adrenaline.

  “Yes. That’s why I didn’t stop. We would be too focused on each other to talk and possibly tip him off of who we are,” Lárus answered, opening the bathroom stall. He washed his face, and I sed my pussy. “Sorry if I ignored your warning.”

  “That’s alright. Your reasoning makes sense, and I know you’ll never mean to viote my body ever.” I kissed my brother on the lips. “You have my trust.”

  He reciprocated. “Thanks. Now lets get back before someoches wind of our taboo deed.”

  We casually jogged backed to the feast and soon realized our mistake. Róstran was c Hrafnir, Rynaki, and their wives while the parents stood between them and a group of older, naked Fenri, snarling at them. Mom and dad were intimidatie wearing underwear of the opposite gender, particurly dad and his bra and cy jockstrap. One of the maturer Fenri suffered fresh physical inflis, and we reized two of them in the group. They were dad’s parents.

  The room was quiet and tense. Everyone was enthralled at the showdown. The other dyads in the lecherous test surceased fornig, some already joined by the knots. Lárus and I cautiously went to Róstran.

  “Tsk-tsk-tsk. How far did the Battleborn fall from grace?” The injured Fenri uttered, rubbing his cheeks. “Dressing in feminine underwear and defending runts— such a shame to lose one of the best in ir’s history.

  “Piss off, Alvar,” dad growled. “You realize we need Fenri who direct those who lift ons. This is your st warning before I’ll embarrass you further in front of these people.

  Alvar spit some blood onto the floor before vag with a few more members in the opposing group. “So this is how the end of Jóndór’s line begins.”

  Dad’s sire walked closer to him, clearly disappointed. “Awfully foolish of you, Brákfur.” He turned and walked back to his mate. “We’ll discuss this ter.”

  “So unlike you, father— wasting time iure like that,” dad retorted, sn. His hackles remai until a couple minutes went by without additional frontation, l them as he walked to Róstran. “I was so eager to fix Alvar’s fug face. Fug calling me effete for what I wear and who I protect.”

  “I find you to be muase and stronger when you showed restraint,” mom uttered, tugging her mate’s left ear with her teeth. Her arousal imbued into her macho jockstrap. “Alvar could only hope to match you in his wildest dreams.”

  Dad growled sultrily and nipped mom’s lips. “I could wear your lingerie and still demonstrate how much more of a male I am pared to him.”

  Mom also growled seductively, stroking dad’s chest to under his . “I arrahat.”

  The i put a damper on dad’s, Rynaki’s, Hrafnir’s, and their wives’ sexual vigors, so they sat at the assigable. Lárus and I were near Róstran, and Róstran was lugubrious. He wasn’t agog when we pointed out to him about a se in the room dedicated to Champions of No? and all things nerd. We saw he was deep in his trance, so Lárus snapped his fingers.

  Everyone in the vast room went silent when an announcer heralded the naked champions remaining in the petition. Individually, they trickled in, and eae epitomized mase Fenri like dad, Hrafnir, and Lárus did. They were handsome, too. I noticed some of the females drooling over them and ogling, perceiving their horny st. Thank Faer I had my asm minutes ago. Surprisingly, mom wasn’t aroused. Did she climax before Róstran got picked on?

  A white Direfenri redolent of Rikka on his fatered the room, waving at the crowd. I heard cps and cheers although they were the least stentorian sounds out of the reception. íkam?n was hused at the ck of reception. I became Róstran and cowered once his eyes crossed over me, supplig he didn’t descry me. I shrunk further once he caught dad and ambuted to him.

  “Alpha Brákfur,” íkam?n utter cordially, nodding.

  “íkam?n,” dad replied in the same tone, sipping some booze.

  íkam?n bowed . “Allow me to apologize for my family’s transgression on your daughter. It’s such a shame they tarnish their reputations by being such vulgar, ignoble savages.” He finally dised me and bowed, and I wao implode into ence. “And I personally extend my apology to you, too, Kaera.” He bowed aed himself to everyo the table, and mom only s him.

  “Thanks,” dad uttered, l his cup. “grats on doing so well in the petition.”

  “It is only a small step i my honor and my family’s virtue also. I expect many lifetimes to fully restore them.”

  “You have my vote of fidence.”

  “I’m hoo hear that ahe full responsibility of not squandering your extolment.”

  Mom watched íkam?n leave before sn. “He’ll free his father and brother first thing once he asds to the throne.” I shuddered at the thought.

  Dad slowly shook his head, imbibing more booze. “I wouldn’t be sure about that. íkam?n does care about honor despite being callous and calg, and something like exoing someone clearly opprobrious like Rikka and Gellir doesn’t suit him.”

  Mom snorted again and tore meat off a bohey rot all the way to Salf?egrí’s realm in prison for all I care.”

  “And they’ll stay there.” Dad looked at me. “I swear to Faer.” He turned his head towards where the petitors entered from. “There’s a familiar sight.” He raised his hand. “Over here, J?rvmi!”

  The grey Direfenri with tattoos all over his body aowledged dad with a wave and walked to him, a handshake. “It’s been awhile, Alpha Brákfur.”

  Dad accepted his handshake. “Likewise, J?rvmi, and just Brákfur.” They ehe handshakes. “grats on making it this far.”

  “Thanks, Brákfur. I imagine my crew would be ecstatice the news reach them.” J?rvmi turned his toward a random part of the room. “I hear them rooting for me frht here.”

  Dad’s mencholy turned him stoic. “I bring unfortunate news from them.”

  “What happened?”

  “We were attacked by drágy.” J?rvmi appeared stupefied and mortified. “Strange, I know, and they packed way more punch thahought they were capable of. Luckily, J?v?k and the rest of your brothers came to the rescue, but,” dad whined, “he perished during the fight.”

  J?rvmi whined, also, before howling oo the sky. “May he find pea Faer’s grace.”

  Lots of girls shrieked agog at the test newer, and I saw why. The most youthful Fenri among the current testants thus far appeared. His hair was long and braided, and he had tattoos on his white chest. He relished the reception, blowing kisses to the crowd. The aroma of cupisce spiked around the room for my table. He wasn’t afraid to mih the females, flexing his muscles for them to touch. He also showed no trepidation in showing off how much of a stud he was by parading his penis and balls, sav any surreptitious touches on them. Only Lárus could outmatch him.

  Dad gesticuted at the newer. “Is he who I think he is?”

  J?rvmi nodded, looking at the young stud. “He’s Tjálfí, and he swiftly became a popur favorite aultitudinous crowds in multifarious ways.”

  “I see why,” mom uttered and whistled. “I’d suck his penis if his name was Brákfur.”

  “You should see him behind a halberd, Brákfur.”

  Hrafnir raised an eyebrow. “That’s his primary on?”

  Surprised, J?rvmi swiveled his head at Hrafnir. “He’s making quite the name for himself. I heard some rumors among the Alphas aas that he’s on tra being the you Fenri to bee a Bde Master.” He turo dad. “They say he’s a younger version of you.”

  Dad shrugged. “I ain’t getting younger, so eventually that title will go to someone like him.” I witnessed his eyes slowly turn and follow Tjálfí. “A halberd though.”

  “You’re telling me, and already several people found out the hard way. Hope none of you had bets on me.”

  Rynaki whimpered. “e on! Have faith in yourself!”

  J?rvmi capituted with a shrug. “Just being ho and realistic. I’ll still do my best in honor of J?v?k to win the test.”

  “Just be gd you're not out of fht out of the gate,” Hrafnir grumbled in his mug.”

  Lárus nudged me and pointed, whispering in my ear. “Do you see what I’m seeing?”

  I looked at nodded. Vak?rr treated Tjálfí like a best friend. “He has quite the es,” I uttered.

  Heavy footsteps reverberated down the hallway, and the chamber became silent again. The tallest Direfenri with bck fur stepped in, fnked by the Alpha Prime and the royal pack. Actually he was more than being the rgest individual I entered. He was abnormally huge for a Direfenri, and his sheath, penis tip aicles were the size of Róstran’s genitalia. He wore tris around his neck, and there were strange symbols tattooed on his arms.

  I shivered at the sight of him. Róstran etrified. Mom showed some rancor. Everyone else at the table was silent as he ambuted to the viands.

  “That, dies aleman, is Kelm, the other topi the city,” J?rvmi enunciated. His twitched, aurowards the source. “And there’s his ente.”

  “Of course,” dad sighed.

  Kelm met with a group and chatted with them briefly before praying together, insulting others that didn’t participate. They shared a tri with him, which I presumed was a symbol of their sect, the Church of the Red Wolf. Mom gradually got more furious as he led a sermon which procimed everyone was heretid destio suffer in one of our two versions of hell. Vak?rr and Manasíhe most enthusiastic to practice their religion with them.

  “How is he in the arena?” Dad catechized while the pietistic harangue tinued. “I heard he’s horrifying.”

  “Invidious would still be a litotes,” J?rvmi responded. “Survivors say he’s rger when he fights, and injuries don’t faze him, period.” He picked up a piece of fruit ponderous enough to fit in both hands. “I’ve witnessed him do this,” he squashed it a fragment flying, “to testants heads, and luckily the adjudicators intervened in time before he actually got to that point.”

  “So don’t let him grab you,” Dágfárik spoke ckadaisically.

  “If only it was that simple.”

  Kelm ehe sermon aually arrive at the table where my family and I sat. “Evening, fellow brothers and sisters of Faer,” he spoke in the deepest, most chilling voice ever. “I’m here to humbly beseech you for ynanimous tributions, so we execute Faer’s pn and have him help to those in need.”

  “He start by damming and burning your soul,” mom mutter into her cup.

  Dad quickly deposited a bantam handful of gold into Kelm’s sack. “That’s all are.”

  Kelm bowed. “Bless you, Brother Brákfur. You are the living embodiment of Faer, his teags, and what it means to be a Fenri.”

  “My parents inculcated that into me ever since I nursed on my mother’s tits.”

  “They taught you well.” Kelm gazed at the rest of the table. “It’s oo te to start heading his call.” He fixated on mom, and my blood boiled as he caressed her right cheek though I was too paralyzed to defend her. “Especially feous soul such as yourself. Join me. I promise I and my brothers and sisters to be by your side, never let you divagate onto sinful paths, and protect you from those that seek to harm or corrupt you.”

  “Funny,” mom quipped bitterly. “I heard simir words before and thought they were true until they lead my life straight to hell.”

  “I suspect he was a sinner whose euppance will arrive shortly. I promise my words are true as if Faer himself uttered them.”

  “No thanks. I’m fine where I am in his hierarchy and have Brákfur as my shepherd.” Mom gasped and shattered gss against Kelm’s head when he initially caressed her naked breasts.

  Kelm growled and lifted her by her throat. She struggled to break free. “You fug bitch.”

  “Not the first time I’ve been called that,” mom struggled to articute, gring cholerically at Kelm.

  “Your kind are nothing but wolves and abominations sc this pristine world and deserve eradication.” I had rancorous horripitions when Kelm’s eyes gazed at me “Perhaps your pups are salvageable, or maybe you watch them be the first.” Mom snapped and mao p hard on his hand holding her, and he howled but tightened his grip. “You’re pissing me off, Takúr?tyely’s whore.”

  “Enough of this, Kelm,” the Alpha Prime bellowed after showing up from the ether. “You know the ukases: save the barbarism for only the arena and strictly for the testants.”

  “Terribly sorry, Prime álk?veik.” Kelm released mom from his grasp, and she gasped and coughed. “I’ve disappointed you and Faer’s will. I’ll pray harder tonight and hear what he has me do as requital.” He waved her farewell as he left with his pious sect. “May Faer shield your souls from damnation.”

  “You ok, Hlédís?” Dad inquired after rushing to her aid.

  “I’m fine,” she answered in a raspy voice. I finally had the ce to flock toward her, and Lárus shared simir thoughts. She relied on dad to stand up. “Thanks.”

  Dad looked around the table. “Where’s Róstran?” Everyone else joihe search.

  Lárus looked uhe table. “He’s here!”

  I peered uhe table cloth and beheld Róstran c in a fetal position. “You’re okay, Róstran; it’s safe now.”

  Dad was the o lift up the tablecloth. “Hey there, big guy. You want to e out?” Róstran trembled too hard to respond. “You want to be in your room?” The question prompted an affirmative in all of the quavering. “I like that idea, too. Let’s get some rest now and start another day.” He poked above the table, and Lárus and I looked above too. “Everyone retire for the night if you so wish,” he uttered seriously. “I care less about how much lohe feast will st and the punctilious de.”

  “Thank fug Faer,” mom vociferated while redoing her hair, and she ied me, Lárus, and Róstran when Róstran appeared, embrag the lovable runt. “I’ve had my share of lying assholes to st another lifetime, especially the sacrosanct, jingoistids.”