A thread for those who wish to post short sexy stories in some way shape or form assisted with AI and the accompanying prompts. Pretty freeform really, tho, since I'm not a member yet, I would kindly ask you all not to post any Game+ material. Since I'm also a horrible, terrible, pervert, I would ask that the prevailing theme be incest related, tho this is not strictly speaking necessary. I'm also quite partial to furry stuff, but again, not required.
Also, try to keep it 10,000 words or less, please.
If you want a nice free AI tool to help you get started, I recommend perchance.
I shall start.
The prompt goes as:
Write me a story with the following prompt:
In the mythical kingdom of Stjarnagard, a land populated by bear anthros, there lived a famed warrior woman bear anthro named Brunhilde. Blonde, blue eyed, with the hair on her head done in pig-tails, Brunhilde was renown far and wide for being a fighter without peer who had personally slain many men and who had been instrumental in the downfall of opposing kingdoms, mythic beast, and would be rebels alike. Brunhilde was also famous for once being married to the famed Ragnar before the Dragon of the North took his life in battle and left her a widow when their twin sons, Sigmund and Freud, were only a few days fresh from the womb. Since the death of her husband, Brunhilde has fought on, desperate to one day earn enough coin so that she can comfortably retire with her boys on their family estate and life a life full of peaceful, domestic bliss. After finally ridding the land of the Dragon of the North, she returns to the family estate with enough money to do just that. However, not long after telling her sons the news, she is approached by them in her private steam room as she relaxes, Sigmund and Freud sharing with her a dark secret they've long since harbored. That the both of them, her own sons, have been deeply, madly, and helplessly in love with her for the longest time and that now that they are of age, wish nothing more than to marry Brunhilde as their wife and make her pregnant with their incestous children. Brunhilde is taken aback by this at first, but decides to throw caution to the wind as she has been without the touch of a man for so long and figures she deserves sexual happiness wherever she can get it after sacrificing so much for Stjarnagard. She and her boys then have an intense orgy in the steam room that ends with both of them cumming in her at once, her wondering who the father of the child just conceived in her womb is, and her wondering who to invite for the wedding and who to hire to do the catering.
Genre is incest, sex, orgy.
The story goes as:
Brunhilde sighed, her blonde hair gently billowing about her face as she leaned back against the smooth, heated stone of the steam room. The scent of herbs and earth permeated the air, mingling with the rich, musky aroma of her fur as it clung to her body. It had been a long, hard day, and though she was now naked as the day she was born, she could still feel the phantom weight of her armor and weapons pulling at her tired muscles. The steam caressed her skin like a lover's touch however, easing the tension from her shoulders and back. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth and relaxation, unaware of the twin pairs of green orbs that watched her intently from the shadows.
Her sons, Sigmund and Freud, stood just outside the steam room, their eyes wide with anticipation and their hearts racing with a mixture of excitement and fear. They had waited for this moment for what seemed like an eternity, rehearsing their lines over and over again in their minds until they were sure they had them memorized perfectly. They knew that this was their chance, their one shot at claiming the love and attention of their mother that they so desperately craved.
Finally, they steeled themselves and crept closer, their steps silent and sure as they moved through their mother's bedroom towards her steam room. The sound of their approaching footsteps echoed softly off the stone walls, but Brunhilde remained oblivious to their presence. They reached the entrance to the steam room and hesitated for a moment, taking one final deep breath before pushing the glass door open and stepping inside.
Sigmund and Freud stood side by side, their gazes fixed on their mother as she continued to relax in the steam. They had never seen her like this - so vulnerable, so open. It was a sight that filled them with a powerful surge of emotion, and they could feel their hearts racing even faster.
Taking a deep breath, Sigmund stepped forward, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Mother?" he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Brunhilde's eyes snapped open, her gaze instantly fixing on her sons. "Yes?" she asked, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "What is it, my dears?"
Sigmund swallowed hard, mustering up his courage. "Mother," he began, "we have something we'd like to say to you." Freud nodded in agreement, his grip on Sigmund's arm tightening ever so slightly.
Brunhilde's brow furrowed in confusion. "What is it, boys?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Sigmund took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "Mother," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "we... we have something we want to ask you." Freud nodded in agreement.
Brunhilde's eyes narrowed, her expression growing more intense as she studied their faces. "Go on," she urged gently. "What is it that you wish to ask?"
Sigmund swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on his chest. He took another deep breath before continuing. "Mother," he began, his voice barely audible, "we... we want to tell you that... we love you." His voice cracked, and he felt the hot sting of tears in his eyes.
Brunhilde's heart skipped a beat at their words. She looked from Sigmund to Freud, her expression a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and hope. "You... you love me?" she stammered.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she studied their faces, searching for any sign that they might be joking or manipulating her. But there was no mockery, no deceit in their expressions. They looked sincere, honest, and more importantly, genuinely happy despite the fresh tears staining their faces, so much like their father's. So much like her own.
Brunhilde reached out a shaking hand and tenderly touched each of their cheeks, wiping away their tears with her fingers. "Oh, my dear boys," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I love you both so much. More than you can possibly imagine." Her fingers trailed down to their lips, then to gently caressing their chins as she gazed into their eyes. "You are my everything."
Sigmund and Freud could feel the weight of her touch, the sincerity of her words, and it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders. They had never imagined that they could feel this sense of peace, this profound connection to their mother. It was as if they had finally found their way home.
Brunhilde continued to gaze into their eyes, her expression a mixture of wonder and disbelief. "I don't know what to say," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've been so afraid... so alone. And I've blamed myself for so long. For leaving you. For abandoning you. For not being with you every second of every day all these years I've been out adventuring. Trying so hard to avenge your... your father. My... my... Ragnar." Her voice cracked on the last word, and she fought back a fresh wave of tears.
Sigmund took a step closer, his fur brushing against hers. "You didn't abandon us, Mother," he said firmly. "You were fighting for us. For Stjarnagard. For our future."
Freud nodded in agreement. "And we are so proud of you," he added. "For everything you've done. For the warrior you've become."
Brunhilde's eyes shone with tears as she took each of them into her arms, hugging them tightly. They could feel the strength in her embrace, the unyielding warmth of her fur, the steady rhythm of her breath. She held them for what seemed like an eternity, her body shaking with sobs as she clung to them like a lifeline. It was the most powerful, most heartfelt embrace they had ever experienced.
Finally, Brunhilde pulled away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice still thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to... to lose control like that." She took a deep breath, then smiled at them through her tears. "You two have no idea how much it means to me to have you here with me now. To finally have my family together again."
Sigmund nodded, his gaze steady, even if he could not help the briefest glint of a giddy smile. "And you, dearest mother, have no idea how happy it would make both Freud and I to hear you say but a simple word to a simple request."
Freud, his eyes shining with determination, spoke up. "Yes, Mother. We would be honored if you would have both of our hands," he and his brother each grabbed one of her hands with one of theirs, "in marriage."
Brunhilde's breath caught in her throat, and she felt as if the world had stopped spinning. She looked from one of her sons to the other, her heart swelling with love and pride. She had never imagined that this moment would come, that they would be here together, wanting to share their lives with her.
"Of course," she managed to say, her voice little more than a whisper. "I would be honored to have you both by my side." She pulled each of them closer, wrapping her strong arms around them, holding them tightly to her. "I love you both so much," she murmured, her lips brushing against the fur of their necks. "I have loved you since the moment I first set eyes on you. And I will love you for the rest of my days."
"And bear us bear children as well?" Sigmund asked, chuckling as he rested his head against her nose.
Freud smiled at the thought. "Yes, Mother. We hope very much that one day soon we might be able to give you grandchildren to spoil. Even if they're your sons and daughters without the grand part as well."
Brunhilde laughed, the sound filling the cave and echoing off the rocky walls. "Oh, my dear ones," she said, pulling them closer. "I will bear you as many bear children as there are stars in the winter solstace!" She reeled her head back and smirked sexily. "Come here." She kissed them both passionately, possessively, wantonly on the lips.
As they returned her kisses, Brunhilde's strength seemed to flow into them, filling them with life and power. They felt her muscles rippling beneath their paws, the heat of her body radiating against their own. Her scent, a heady mix of lust and love, enveloped them, making it hard to think of anything else.
When at last they pulled away, gasping for breath, she smiled at them, her eyes bright with desire. "So," she purred, running a paw through each of their manes, "what shall we do first?"
"Well," Sigmund began, his voice husky with need, "we could begin by you helping to get us out of our clothes so we can be as naked as you are now, our dear, sweet, mother-bride."
Brunhilde grabbed their tunics and in one swift motion with her claws, tore them in half down the center, leaving them completely nude except for the loin clothes around their manhoods.
Sigmund and Freud looked at each other surprised for a second, shrugged, then pulled down their loin clothes and slipped free of them, now as truly and completely bare as their mother.
"Oh!" Brunhilde exclaimed, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of their naked bodies. They were magnificent specimens of the male form, strong and muscular, with thick cocks that curved upwards, pointing towards their bellies. "You are both so beautiful," she breathed, her hand moving slowly over the warm, smooth flesh of Sigmund's chest, tracing circles around his nipples before moving lower to grasp his cock.
She stroked him gently at first, feeling the heat and hardness in her palm, the velvety smoothness of his skin. Then she began to stroke faster, her hand moving in a rhythmic motion as she watched his face, his body, the way he moved beneath her touch. Sigmund moaned, arching his back, his hips bucking into her hand.
"That's it, my darling boy," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Let Mommy's hand make you feel good." Her other hand moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently, massaging them as she continued to stroke him.
"Mother, I feel left out in a blizzard here," Freud said, watching with interest and a grave longing to experience what his twin was feeling at the moment.
"Whoops! A thousand pardons, my boy!" Brunhilde giggled. Then she took a hand off Sigmund's genitalia and placed it on Freud's. "I always forget that wherever one twin goes, so to must the other."
Brunhilde vigorously proceeded to pump both her boys, each of her hands moving in perfect rhythm with the other. Her movements were graceful and powerful, her breath hot and ragged against their skin as she licked their necks like she was a woman who hadn't eaten in days and there was honey to be found there.
"Oh, my sweet boys," she moaned as she felt them begin to pulse in her grip. She could feel their warm seed spill over her hands, coating her palms and wrists. "You've given yourself to your mother. You've given me your seed." She dropped to her knees quick and licked, lapped, and swallowed up all of their cum like a living, furry cum rag, savoring the taste of their essence as it filled her mouth.
Sigmund and Freud watched in awe as their mother's tongue swirled around their cum, sucking up every last drop. Her breath was hot and ragged against their cocks as she worked, her hands moving up and down their lower bodies, cupping their balls and massaging them gently. They felt their bodies trembling with pleasure as they watched her, wanting nothing more than to feel her touch again.
"That was wonderful, my darling boys," Brunhilde said, her voice still heavy with desire. "You've given your mother such a treat. My belly feels so full and satisfied in a way I have not felt in nearly two decades." She licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with lust. "Do you want to make Mommy feel even better?"
Sigmund and Freud nodded eagerly, their cocks throbbing back to full hardness at her sultry words.
"Then get down here and join me on the floor." Brunhilde leaned back and opened her legs wide and invitingly. "And let me see which one of you is strong enough to plant your first born child in your dear, sweet, mommy-bride."
Sigmund and Freud exchanged a look of eager anticipation before quickly kneeling between their mother's spread legs. They reached out and gripped her thighs, pulling her lower body closer to theirs as they positioned their mouths over her swollen, wet folds, and licked her entire nether region like it was a juicy, succulent ribeye.
"Oh, my dear boys," Brunhilde moaned, surprised, but happy, her hands threading through their hair, "that feels so good. I wasn't expecting you'd side with foreplay with me so clearly wanting to skip it, but I should've known you'd know just how to make your mother truly happy." She writhed and wriggled beneath their touch, arching her back and pushing her hips forward, seeking more contact with their lips, tongue, and teeth.
As they continued to lick and nibble at her folds, their mother's scent filling their nostrils, her taste exploding on their tongues.
"Oh, my gods, my sweet boys," Brunhilde cried out, her hips bucking against their mouths as her climax washed over her in a powerful wave of pleasure, spraying their faces in a full galloon of her feminine cum. "You've made me cum so hard, I can feel it in my toes!" She arched her back, gripping their hair tightly, her nails digging into their scalps as her muscles contracted and released, her body shuddering with ecstasy.
Sigmund and Freud reveled in their mother's orgasm, feeling the warmth of her juices coat the fur of their faces as they licked it off.
"My dear boys," Brunhilde panted, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. "You have brought your mother so much pleasure, it's almost too much to bear." She gently pushed their heads away from her sated folds, her hands moving up to cup their cheeks. "But I must tell you that it is not enough. You have made me feel so full and complete, but I need more. I need you to complete the bond between us. I need you both... to cum home."
Sigmund and Freud wasted no time.
Without further prompting, they each positioned their cocks at their mother's entrance. Brunhilde, her body still throbbing from her orgasm, spread her legs wider, inviting them in. As they both thrust forward, their hips meeting, their cocks sliding deep inside her, she let out a long, low moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her sons, ever taking after her, moaned and lost control of their eyes in the same way.
Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the sounds of their flesh slapping against one another filling the air. Sigmund and Freud pumped their hips, driving deeper into Brunhilde's body with each thrust, feeling her walls grip them tightly, her muscles spasming around them. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into their shoulders, urging them on.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes locked on theirs, her expression a mixture of ecstasy and desire. "Oh, gods, my sons," she moaned, "you feel so good inside me. So right." Her hips bucked up, meeting their thrusts with equal force.
Sigmund and Freud's bodies were in perfect sync, their skin slapping against each other, their breath mingling in the air. Their mother's cries of pleasure spurred them on, urging them deeper into the ecstatic connection they shared. They could feel her muscles contracting around them, her walls gripping them tightly, her body moving in rhythm with theirs.
"Oh fuck!" Brunhilde moaned, arching her back as her nails dug into their shoulders. "That's it, my dear boys! Fill me up! Make your mother-bride a mommy again!" Her hips bucked wildly against them, meeting their thrusts with a desperation that only heightened the pleasure coursing through their bodies.
Sigmund and Freud, gasping for breath, looked into each other's eyes, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. They felt their cocks swell inside Brunhilde, her walls gripping them tighter and tighter as she neared her own climax. Her muscles quivered, her breasts heaved with each labored breath and cock thrust, and her lips parted, revealing her sharp teeth and her tongue with licked all around her lips.
Sigmund, finding the sight fetching, grabbed her tongue with his own and tongue kissed her hard. Freud, meanwhile, grabbed hold of both her bountiful breasts, squeezed them tightly together, and suckled on them like there was no tomorrow.
Brunhilde let out a throaty moan, her quivering quim tightening as hard as it had during this entire unplanned orgy. This was the straw that broke the camel's back for her sons, and with a shared look of unspoken understanding, they both came, filling her up with their seed. As their bodies shuddered with release, depositing their life giving essence into her womb, Brunhilde herself couldn't help but cum herself amidst the flood of their cum.
Her body spasmed uncontrollably, and she screamed her lungs out in pleasure as the combined weight of their bodies pressed her down into the steam room floor. Sigmund and Freud's cocks twitched within her, spilling out every last drop of their seed as she convulsed around them.
She lay there, panting heavily, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Her body felt limp and useless, but there was a strange, almost overwhelming sense of fulfillment coursing through her veins. She gazed up at her sons, their sweaty bodies glistening in the dim light, their eyes glazed over with satisfaction.
Sigmund and Freud looked down at their mother. They couldn't believe what they had just done, but at the same time, they couldn't imagine feeling any closer to her. The lines between love, lust, and family had been blurred beyond recognition, and they knew that their lives would never be the same again.
They pulled out of her, their comingled cum spilling out of her conquered quim like a mighty river, and each lay on either side of her, licking and lathering either side of her face with kisses and their tongues.
As her twins bathed her head in their affections, Brunhilde idly wondered how many invitations she'd need to make and send out for the wedding and who would be given the honor and horror of catering for that many bears.
Also, try to keep it 10,000 words or less, please.
If you want a nice free AI tool to help you get started, I recommend perchance.
I shall start.
The prompt goes as:
Write me a story with the following prompt:
In the mythical kingdom of Stjarnagard, a land populated by bear anthros, there lived a famed warrior woman bear anthro named Brunhilde. Blonde, blue eyed, with the hair on her head done in pig-tails, Brunhilde was renown far and wide for being a fighter without peer who had personally slain many men and who had been instrumental in the downfall of opposing kingdoms, mythic beast, and would be rebels alike. Brunhilde was also famous for once being married to the famed Ragnar before the Dragon of the North took his life in battle and left her a widow when their twin sons, Sigmund and Freud, were only a few days fresh from the womb. Since the death of her husband, Brunhilde has fought on, desperate to one day earn enough coin so that she can comfortably retire with her boys on their family estate and life a life full of peaceful, domestic bliss. After finally ridding the land of the Dragon of the North, she returns to the family estate with enough money to do just that. However, not long after telling her sons the news, she is approached by them in her private steam room as she relaxes, Sigmund and Freud sharing with her a dark secret they've long since harbored. That the both of them, her own sons, have been deeply, madly, and helplessly in love with her for the longest time and that now that they are of age, wish nothing more than to marry Brunhilde as their wife and make her pregnant with their incestous children. Brunhilde is taken aback by this at first, but decides to throw caution to the wind as she has been without the touch of a man for so long and figures she deserves sexual happiness wherever she can get it after sacrificing so much for Stjarnagard. She and her boys then have an intense orgy in the steam room that ends with both of them cumming in her at once, her wondering who the father of the child just conceived in her womb is, and her wondering who to invite for the wedding and who to hire to do the catering.
Genre is incest, sex, orgy.
The story goes as:
Brunhilde sighed, her blonde hair gently billowing about her face as she leaned back against the smooth, heated stone of the steam room. The scent of herbs and earth permeated the air, mingling with the rich, musky aroma of her fur as it clung to her body. It had been a long, hard day, and though she was now naked as the day she was born, she could still feel the phantom weight of her armor and weapons pulling at her tired muscles. The steam caressed her skin like a lover's touch however, easing the tension from her shoulders and back. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth and relaxation, unaware of the twin pairs of green orbs that watched her intently from the shadows.
Her sons, Sigmund and Freud, stood just outside the steam room, their eyes wide with anticipation and their hearts racing with a mixture of excitement and fear. They had waited for this moment for what seemed like an eternity, rehearsing their lines over and over again in their minds until they were sure they had them memorized perfectly. They knew that this was their chance, their one shot at claiming the love and attention of their mother that they so desperately craved.
Finally, they steeled themselves and crept closer, their steps silent and sure as they moved through their mother's bedroom towards her steam room. The sound of their approaching footsteps echoed softly off the stone walls, but Brunhilde remained oblivious to their presence. They reached the entrance to the steam room and hesitated for a moment, taking one final deep breath before pushing the glass door open and stepping inside.
Sigmund and Freud stood side by side, their gazes fixed on their mother as she continued to relax in the steam. They had never seen her like this - so vulnerable, so open. It was a sight that filled them with a powerful surge of emotion, and they could feel their hearts racing even faster.
Taking a deep breath, Sigmund stepped forward, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Mother?" he said, his voice trembling slightly.
Brunhilde's eyes snapped open, her gaze instantly fixing on her sons. "Yes?" she asked, a flicker of surprise crossing her features. "What is it, my dears?"
Sigmund swallowed hard, mustering up his courage. "Mother," he began, "we have something we'd like to say to you." Freud nodded in agreement, his grip on Sigmund's arm tightening ever so slightly.
Brunhilde's brow furrowed in confusion. "What is it, boys?" she asked, her voice soft and gentle.
Sigmund took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. "Mother," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "we... we have something we want to ask you." Freud nodded in agreement.
Brunhilde's eyes narrowed, her expression growing more intense as she studied their faces. "Go on," she urged gently. "What is it that you wish to ask?"
Sigmund swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words pressing down on his chest. He took another deep breath before continuing. "Mother," he began, his voice barely audible, "we... we want to tell you that... we love you." His voice cracked, and he felt the hot sting of tears in his eyes.
Brunhilde's heart skipped a beat at their words. She looked from Sigmund to Freud, her expression a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and hope. "You... you love me?" she stammered.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she studied their faces, searching for any sign that they might be joking or manipulating her. But there was no mockery, no deceit in their expressions. They looked sincere, honest, and more importantly, genuinely happy despite the fresh tears staining their faces, so much like their father's. So much like her own.
Brunhilde reached out a shaking hand and tenderly touched each of their cheeks, wiping away their tears with her fingers. "Oh, my dear boys," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "I love you both so much. More than you can possibly imagine." Her fingers trailed down to their lips, then to gently caressing their chins as she gazed into their eyes. "You are my everything."
Sigmund and Freud could feel the weight of her touch, the sincerity of her words, and it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders. They had never imagined that they could feel this sense of peace, this profound connection to their mother. It was as if they had finally found their way home.
Brunhilde continued to gaze into their eyes, her expression a mixture of wonder and disbelief. "I don't know what to say," she murmured, her voice trembling with emotion. "I've been so afraid... so alone. And I've blamed myself for so long. For leaving you. For abandoning you. For not being with you every second of every day all these years I've been out adventuring. Trying so hard to avenge your... your father. My... my... Ragnar." Her voice cracked on the last word, and she fought back a fresh wave of tears.
Sigmund took a step closer, his fur brushing against hers. "You didn't abandon us, Mother," he said firmly. "You were fighting for us. For Stjarnagard. For our future."
Freud nodded in agreement. "And we are so proud of you," he added. "For everything you've done. For the warrior you've become."
Brunhilde's eyes shone with tears as she took each of them into her arms, hugging them tightly. They could feel the strength in her embrace, the unyielding warmth of her fur, the steady rhythm of her breath. She held them for what seemed like an eternity, her body shaking with sobs as she clung to them like a lifeline. It was the most powerful, most heartfelt embrace they had ever experienced.
Finally, Brunhilde pulled away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice still thick with emotion. "I didn't mean to... to lose control like that." She took a deep breath, then smiled at them through her tears. "You two have no idea how much it means to me to have you here with me now. To finally have my family together again."
Sigmund nodded, his gaze steady, even if he could not help the briefest glint of a giddy smile. "And you, dearest mother, have no idea how happy it would make both Freud and I to hear you say but a simple word to a simple request."
Freud, his eyes shining with determination, spoke up. "Yes, Mother. We would be honored if you would have both of our hands," he and his brother each grabbed one of her hands with one of theirs, "in marriage."
Brunhilde's breath caught in her throat, and she felt as if the world had stopped spinning. She looked from one of her sons to the other, her heart swelling with love and pride. She had never imagined that this moment would come, that they would be here together, wanting to share their lives with her.
"Of course," she managed to say, her voice little more than a whisper. "I would be honored to have you both by my side." She pulled each of them closer, wrapping her strong arms around them, holding them tightly to her. "I love you both so much," she murmured, her lips brushing against the fur of their necks. "I have loved you since the moment I first set eyes on you. And I will love you for the rest of my days."
"And bear us bear children as well?" Sigmund asked, chuckling as he rested his head against her nose.
Freud smiled at the thought. "Yes, Mother. We hope very much that one day soon we might be able to give you grandchildren to spoil. Even if they're your sons and daughters without the grand part as well."
Brunhilde laughed, the sound filling the cave and echoing off the rocky walls. "Oh, my dear ones," she said, pulling them closer. "I will bear you as many bear children as there are stars in the winter solstace!" She reeled her head back and smirked sexily. "Come here." She kissed them both passionately, possessively, wantonly on the lips.
As they returned her kisses, Brunhilde's strength seemed to flow into them, filling them with life and power. They felt her muscles rippling beneath their paws, the heat of her body radiating against their own. Her scent, a heady mix of lust and love, enveloped them, making it hard to think of anything else.
When at last they pulled away, gasping for breath, she smiled at them, her eyes bright with desire. "So," she purred, running a paw through each of their manes, "what shall we do first?"
"Well," Sigmund began, his voice husky with need, "we could begin by you helping to get us out of our clothes so we can be as naked as you are now, our dear, sweet, mother-bride."
Brunhilde grabbed their tunics and in one swift motion with her claws, tore them in half down the center, leaving them completely nude except for the loin clothes around their manhoods.
Sigmund and Freud looked at each other surprised for a second, shrugged, then pulled down their loin clothes and slipped free of them, now as truly and completely bare as their mother.
"Oh!" Brunhilde exclaimed, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of their naked bodies. They were magnificent specimens of the male form, strong and muscular, with thick cocks that curved upwards, pointing towards their bellies. "You are both so beautiful," she breathed, her hand moving slowly over the warm, smooth flesh of Sigmund's chest, tracing circles around his nipples before moving lower to grasp his cock.
She stroked him gently at first, feeling the heat and hardness in her palm, the velvety smoothness of his skin. Then she began to stroke faster, her hand moving in a rhythmic motion as she watched his face, his body, the way he moved beneath her touch. Sigmund moaned, arching his back, his hips bucking into her hand.
"That's it, my darling boy," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Let Mommy's hand make you feel good." Her other hand moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently, massaging them as she continued to stroke him.
"Mother, I feel left out in a blizzard here," Freud said, watching with interest and a grave longing to experience what his twin was feeling at the moment.
"Whoops! A thousand pardons, my boy!" Brunhilde giggled. Then she took a hand off Sigmund's genitalia and placed it on Freud's. "I always forget that wherever one twin goes, so to must the other."
Brunhilde vigorously proceeded to pump both her boys, each of her hands moving in perfect rhythm with the other. Her movements were graceful and powerful, her breath hot and ragged against their skin as she licked their necks like she was a woman who hadn't eaten in days and there was honey to be found there.
"Oh, my sweet boys," she moaned as she felt them begin to pulse in her grip. She could feel their warm seed spill over her hands, coating her palms and wrists. "You've given yourself to your mother. You've given me your seed." She dropped to her knees quick and licked, lapped, and swallowed up all of their cum like a living, furry cum rag, savoring the taste of their essence as it filled her mouth.
Sigmund and Freud watched in awe as their mother's tongue swirled around their cum, sucking up every last drop. Her breath was hot and ragged against their cocks as she worked, her hands moving up and down their lower bodies, cupping their balls and massaging them gently. They felt their bodies trembling with pleasure as they watched her, wanting nothing more than to feel her touch again.
"That was wonderful, my darling boys," Brunhilde said, her voice still heavy with desire. "You've given your mother such a treat. My belly feels so full and satisfied in a way I have not felt in nearly two decades." She licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with lust. "Do you want to make Mommy feel even better?"
Sigmund and Freud nodded eagerly, their cocks throbbing back to full hardness at her sultry words.
"Then get down here and join me on the floor." Brunhilde leaned back and opened her legs wide and invitingly. "And let me see which one of you is strong enough to plant your first born child in your dear, sweet, mommy-bride."
Sigmund and Freud exchanged a look of eager anticipation before quickly kneeling between their mother's spread legs. They reached out and gripped her thighs, pulling her lower body closer to theirs as they positioned their mouths over her swollen, wet folds, and licked her entire nether region like it was a juicy, succulent ribeye.
"Oh, my dear boys," Brunhilde moaned, surprised, but happy, her hands threading through their hair, "that feels so good. I wasn't expecting you'd side with foreplay with me so clearly wanting to skip it, but I should've known you'd know just how to make your mother truly happy." She writhed and wriggled beneath their touch, arching her back and pushing her hips forward, seeking more contact with their lips, tongue, and teeth.
As they continued to lick and nibble at her folds, their mother's scent filling their nostrils, her taste exploding on their tongues.
"Oh, my gods, my sweet boys," Brunhilde cried out, her hips bucking against their mouths as her climax washed over her in a powerful wave of pleasure, spraying their faces in a full galloon of her feminine cum. "You've made me cum so hard, I can feel it in my toes!" She arched her back, gripping their hair tightly, her nails digging into their scalps as her muscles contracted and released, her body shuddering with ecstasy.
Sigmund and Freud reveled in their mother's orgasm, feeling the warmth of her juices coat the fur of their faces as they licked it off.
"My dear boys," Brunhilde panted, her body still trembling from the intensity of her climax. "You have brought your mother so much pleasure, it's almost too much to bear." She gently pushed their heads away from her sated folds, her hands moving up to cup their cheeks. "But I must tell you that it is not enough. You have made me feel so full and complete, but I need more. I need you to complete the bond between us. I need you both... to cum home."
Sigmund and Freud wasted no time.
Without further prompting, they each positioned their cocks at their mother's entrance. Brunhilde, her body still throbbing from her orgasm, spread her legs wider, inviting them in. As they both thrust forward, their hips meeting, their cocks sliding deep inside her, she let out a long, low moan, her eyes rolling back in her head. Her sons, ever taking after her, moaned and lost control of their eyes in the same way.
Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, the sounds of their flesh slapping against one another filling the air. Sigmund and Freud pumped their hips, driving deeper into Brunhilde's body with each thrust, feeling her walls grip them tightly, her muscles spasming around them. She arched her back, her fingernails digging into their shoulders, urging them on.
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes locked on theirs, her expression a mixture of ecstasy and desire. "Oh, gods, my sons," she moaned, "you feel so good inside me. So right." Her hips bucked up, meeting their thrusts with equal force.
Sigmund and Freud's bodies were in perfect sync, their skin slapping against each other, their breath mingling in the air. Their mother's cries of pleasure spurred them on, urging them deeper into the ecstatic connection they shared. They could feel her muscles contracting around them, her walls gripping them tightly, her body moving in rhythm with theirs.
"Oh fuck!" Brunhilde moaned, arching her back as her nails dug into their shoulders. "That's it, my dear boys! Fill me up! Make your mother-bride a mommy again!" Her hips bucked wildly against them, meeting their thrusts with a desperation that only heightened the pleasure coursing through their bodies.
Sigmund and Freud, gasping for breath, looked into each other's eyes, their bodies moving in perfect synchronicity. They felt their cocks swell inside Brunhilde, her walls gripping them tighter and tighter as she neared her own climax. Her muscles quivered, her breasts heaved with each labored breath and cock thrust, and her lips parted, revealing her sharp teeth and her tongue with licked all around her lips.
Sigmund, finding the sight fetching, grabbed her tongue with his own and tongue kissed her hard. Freud, meanwhile, grabbed hold of both her bountiful breasts, squeezed them tightly together, and suckled on them like there was no tomorrow.
Brunhilde let out a throaty moan, her quivering quim tightening as hard as it had during this entire unplanned orgy. This was the straw that broke the camel's back for her sons, and with a shared look of unspoken understanding, they both came, filling her up with their seed. As their bodies shuddered with release, depositing their life giving essence into her womb, Brunhilde herself couldn't help but cum herself amidst the flood of their cum.
Her body spasmed uncontrollably, and she screamed her lungs out in pleasure as the combined weight of their bodies pressed her down into the steam room floor. Sigmund and Freud's cocks twitched within her, spilling out every last drop of their seed as she convulsed around them.
She lay there, panting heavily, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to catch her breath. Her body felt limp and useless, but there was a strange, almost overwhelming sense of fulfillment coursing through her veins. She gazed up at her sons, their sweaty bodies glistening in the dim light, their eyes glazed over with satisfaction.
Sigmund and Freud looked down at their mother. They couldn't believe what they had just done, but at the same time, they couldn't imagine feeling any closer to her. The lines between love, lust, and family had been blurred beyond recognition, and they knew that their lives would never be the same again.
They pulled out of her, their comingled cum spilling out of her conquered quim like a mighty river, and each lay on either side of her, licking and lathering either side of her face with kisses and their tongues.
As her twins bathed her head in their affections, Brunhilde idly wondered how many invitations she'd need to make and send out for the wedding and who would be given the honor and horror of catering for that many bears.
