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A Treat for the Cuckold Wife

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdgon

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Fyr woke to the not unfamiliar sound of her husband fucking her mother. It was as if they wanted her to hear, always putting themselves so that the headboard slammed into the wall with every single one of Ropes' thrusts. The demon cougar put his full body weight behind the thrusts, snarling and yowling like a wildcat as he filled her mother, heralding the start of every day, whether it was during the work week or the weekend, with a fresh dose of cum and a satisfied dragoness in his bed.

Yet the satisfied dragoness was not his wife. His wife had been banished to the guest bedroom on an evening, where she had remained, every night, for the last month. Sasha, her mother, had said that she was only going to stay for a couple of weeks, but she had a funny way of keeping time, if that was so. Scowling into her pillow, Fyr pummelled it with her fists and flung out her wings, irritation deepening.

They'd surely quiet a bit soon, she reasoned with herself, trying to keep her simmering temper under wraps. She just had to be patient. She could doze afterwards and then she'd feel so much better about absolutely everything. Stretching out her wings, she pushed her head beneath the pillow, red scales sticky from tossing and turning and sweating all night long. It sometimes felt like she didn't get any sleep at all with how loud those two were.

And even the most loving of wives had their breaking point.

"Could you keep it down?" She shouted, snapping on the edge of much needed sleep. "God!"

The sounds from the next room - what should have been her room! - fell quiet for a moment, but then the door to the guest bedroom opened, her mother standing framed in the entrance. Fyr gulped as her mother loomed, naked from head to toe and grinning like she had won some great prize in the interlude between sleeping and waking.

Maybe Ropes was the prize.

"My, my, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," she commented in a low drawl of a purr. "Do you need some help warming up to the day, oh daughter of mine?"

Fyr made a face and shook her head, pulling the comforter up to her chin. Even though her mother had seen her naked many times throughout her life as a dragonet and an adult dragon, there was still something about the two of them being nude together that made her squirm like a hatchling all over again. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but could only be thankful that it was easier to ignore while something more interesting was going on - with her husband present too, of course.

"I am just fine," Fyr said stiffly. "But I would like to get some sleep now, if you wouldn't mind. It's an hour before I have to leave for the office."

Perching on the edge of the bed, Sasha leaned back, breasts unconsciously thrusting forward. Fyr's eyes dropped to them. Whatever their situation was, she could not have denied that her mother was a very attractive dragoness. Her lips twitched. Maybe that was where she'd gotten her good looks from?

"Ugh, it's so nice that Ropes has the day off to spend with me. I do get oh so very lonely here when I'm left all on my lonesome. It's going to be so lovely to relax."

Fyr gulped, eyes wide. She curled the fingers of one paw into a fist, yet immediately relaxed it again, heart beat drumming in her ears.

"He has the day off?"

"Just for me."

"He didn't tell me," Fyr said, shaking her head. "He always forgets."

Sasha giggled and pressed her fingers to her lips, eyes dancing.

"Since he wasn't going to be spending this one with you, we didn't think it necessary to tell you. Not this time."

Fyr closed her eyes and sighed, already thinking of the long day ahead. It overruled any pleasure she may have taken from her husband and her mother enjoying themselves throughout the day while she squirmed in a stuffy office all day long. At least it would keep her nice and distracted, she had to admit. She'd be wriggling and wet all day in her seat with the thought of Ropes mounting her mother running through her head over and over again until she raced home to see just what they'd been up to in her absence.

"Well, have a nice day then. I, however, don't get to doze and snooze and lie in, so if you wouldn't mind..."

She closed her eyes, expecting her mother to leave, but it was not to be. Instead, the bedroom door creaked open for a second time to reveal her husband, the demon cougar of lust himself, standing there with his four tentacles playfully bouncing up and down beside his ears. Fyr groaned and turned her muzzle to the pillow, yet kept a careful watch on him out of the corner of her eye. His hard cock jutted out alluringly from his crotch and she unconsciously licked her lips, wanting to wrap her lips around it even as it gleamed faintly with her mother's juices. She already knew well enough what they tasted like. Hell, they were becoming an acquired taste, it had to be said.

"So nice of you to join me, dear," Sasha murmured, patting a space on the bed beside her, pushing Fyr's legs out of the way. "Won't you come sit with me?"

Fyr glared.

"Oh, come on! This really isn't funny anymore!"

Her mother smirked and slipped an arm around the cougar's waist, drawing herself in close to him as he flopped back on the bed and entwined his tentacles around the dragoness. As much as she tried not to look, Fyr couldn't help peering at where his paw dropped, dipping between her thighs to sink two fingers into her wetness. The dragoness gulped back a moan.

"Well, since you're not happy with us enjoying ourselves in the private bedroom, we thought we'd come give you a proper show," she purred, tail weaving sinuously back and forth. "It is, after all, very rude of us to ignore you so, Fyr. We did not mean to leave my daughter so unattended when she's clearly so very needy."

It was as if Fyr did not exist as the cougar rolled onto his back, a low, throaty purr bubbling up all the while to set his chest abuzz with the faintest of pleasant vibrations. Knowing the nuances of his body well by that point, Sasha confidently straddled his hips and swung her tail to the side. One of her knees connected with Fyr's leg through the comforter and she frowned playfully, wagging one finger at her daughter as if she had been caught with her paw in the cookie jar.

"Watch your legs there, dear."

Petulantly, Fyr scooted her legs out of the way and hugged a pillow to her chest, slowly sitting up to watch the show. Sleep was clearly out of the question, so there was little point pretending at it while the horny couple were intent on going at it whether she wanted to doze off or not. Ropes' cock pushed too easily into Sasha's waiting pussy and Fyr wondered briefly just how stretched the dragoness had become after all their sessions together. Really - the dragon took her husband several times daily, if not more, and seemed completely and utterly insatiable. Whereas she had been willing to go several times with Ropes in the height of her lust, even Fyr had found that she needed a break to rest her sore cunny from time to time!

Her mother, perhaps more experienced, didn't have that problem. She curled her fingers around Ropes' shoulders as she bore down, taking the full length of his shaft inside. Tipping forward, she raised her buttocks for a better angle, letting his shaft push over her g-spot and hissing loudly when she found the spark of pleasure that she was looking for. Happy to be handled and place as she pleased, Ropes smirked and winked to his wife as she watched, transfixed, as her mother's folds engulfed the cougar's uncut cock.

"Isn't this much better, sweetie?" Sasha hissed, hips grinding down as Ropes filled her. "You didn't really want to sleep after all when you could have been enjoying this!"

Fyr looked down and nodded, hiding a paw beneath the comforter to circle a finger around her needy clit. How long had it been since she'd last gotten off? Her skin burned beneath her scales as if she had taken ill, yet it was no sickness that had her lustful and craving, every inch of her body seared through with raw desire. Watching the rise and fall of Sasha's hips with hypnotic regularity, Fyr stifled a groan and shoved two fingers into her soaked cunt, not even surprised by how wet she already was. It seemed to be a normal thing by that point for her always to be wet and ready with the knowledge of what was going on in her household on a daily basis.

The dragoness threw her head back and growled, throat rumbling, as Ropes latched onto her hips, claws pricking through scales. Their eyes locked and, for a moment, Fyr thought Ropes was going to flip her mother onto her back, taking control in the ever present power struggle between them. Of course, when two dominant personalities came together they were bound to clash, but the two of them seemed to enjoy the raw fight for power from time to time.

Submissive in nature, Fyr wasn't one to get her claws out, though she appreciated the intensity behind her mother's eyes as she warned the cougar off taking control. When she was on top, she was not a dragoness to be trifled with - or so they had learned - and Ropes would have done well to remember it.

He was not a feline that often learned his lesson, however, and met her challenge with a cocky smile

"Think you can rule me this time, dragon-lady?" He crooned, mockery dancing on his tongue. "Think because you're straddling me, you own me for now?"

Ropes laughed, trailing a tentacle down the older dragoness' arm as if to stroke her scales in comfort.

"It doesn't work like that when it's my cock in you, I'm sorry to say!"

Sasha snarled and lunged for his wrists, intent on targeting as weak a spot as she could possibly reach, but the cougar was too quick for her. The fight was fierce, yet swift, and Sasha snapped at the cougar as she threw every ounce of intimidation she could possibly summon into her rolling, thrumming growls. Ropes merely laughed and batted her paws away as she slammed one into his chest - a glancing blow that caused him no real harm. His tentacles did most of the work for him, whipping back and forth until they had her arms quite neatly trapped at her sides. As much as the dragoness squirmed and thrashed, it had to be said that she was quite out of her league physically with the cougar and the only domination she had at her fingertips was truly mental.

Ropes, however, had no intention to harshly dominate his wife's mother and laid her back on the bed with her breasts heaving, cock slipping from her cunt as he twisted to the side. Purring, he laid a kiss on her lips, claiming his prize, and nuzzled down her neck and breasts, nibbling and running his tongue around each of her nipples in turn. Sasha huffed furiously, a blush creeping down her neck, and turned her muzzle away. As much as she loathed being the one truly on the bottom, she couldn't turn away the pleasure he gave her, teeth tugging at her nipples in that way that made her breath catch oh so wonderfully in her throat.

Watching, Fyr moaned, not bothering to hide her arousal. What was the point? They both knew how much it turned her on when they fought and she wouldn't have put it past the two of them to have orchestrated the whole thing to rile her up even more. As it was, she rammed three fingers into her cunt, the lewd sound of her own pleasure audible even through the comforter and bed sheets. Smirking at her, Ropes chuffed and moved over his dragoness even as she hissed and tried her very best to glare.

He wasted no time in lining himself up and sliding back into her sweet pussy, his knees forcing her thighs apart as she made a bare pretence at resistance. As she was filled, Sasha's eyes rolled back into her head and her hips juddered up from the bed, mattress bowing under their combined weight. With a throaty moan, she surrendered completely and utterly to him, his tentacles flipping at her nipples as if to keep them hard and perky for his attention.

But a dragoness had needs too and wasn't ever simply going to lay back and be a toy for a demon cougar. Sasha licked her lips. No, that was her daughter's job in the household.

"If you're going to pin me, then fuck me," she hissed, her tone low and dangerous, eyes flashing. "Don't play at it, kitty - really take me!"

Ropes swapped his tentacles for his paws, keeping her wrists pinned securely above her head, lips crashing roughly onto hers as he slammed in. A needy grunt broke the dragon's lips and she couldn't have broken free from his hold if she'd tried, his tentacles running down her front over and over again to lift, cradle and caress her full breasts. They flowed smoothly over her scales, Ropes murring under his breath at the curve of her body, and snarled as he took her, driving into her in the long, desperate thrusts he knew she so craved.

Trembling beneath him, Sasha moaned and clamped her jaw shut, clenching her teeth as if not wanting to show her desire so openly, a flash of weakness in her tough outer shell. The cougar growled lustfully and nipped her exposed throat hard enough to draw a squeal from her lips, buttocks tensing as the bed creaked from the force of his thrusts. Tucking her legs up higher, Fyr scooted further out of their way as Ropes pushed Sasha back across the bed, forgetting the pillow that she'd been cradling while she pushed her other paw between her legs too. Moaning, she devoured the couple and their struggle for power, content to watch and let her pleasure rise and rise, breaking heights that she always thought were impossible, yet their liaisons simply and effortlessly reached.

Snarling and snapping her teeth, Sasha threw Ropes a look as his back humped, muzzle dipped in a surprising display of flexibility - although he was, after all, a feline - to kiss and suckle at her nipples. Far from gentle in his administrations, he was far from averse to letting his teeth tug them out from her chest, biting hard enough so that she shook an ground her teeth together in a futile effort to remain quiet and unyielding. A dragoness had to hold some things back and she was far from one to give up every one of her secrets, even in the bedroom.

"Harder," Sasha snarled, demanding more even as he held her down. "I can't even feel you, kitty - are you even trying to fuck me?"

It was a pretence of control, a battle of wills that she was more suited to than a fight based on brute strength and dexterity alone, but Ropes chuffed, meeting her eyes with as much challenge as she dared him on with. Releasing her wrists in a seemingly ill-timed fit of passion, he captured her lips with his and pressed her head back into the bed, the weight of his body holding her in place while his cock pounding her soaked pussy. The lewd, wet squelching of their copulation echoed through the room, louder even than the sound of Fyr's fingers sinking into her cunt over and over again as she pressed a thumb to a clit. Ropes' wife groaned deep in the back of her throat, eyes half-lidded as she held off from her own orgasm, waiting for the crescendo of lust that she knew was coming.

It always came.

The cougar rasped a growl and drove into Sasha with renewed vigour, paws slipping beneath her buttocks to hold her hips up for a better angle. She squeaked as his claws dug in past her scales and ran her paws down his back, raking through to his skin as she reminded him that, yes, she did have claws too and he had better be aware of it. The demon cougar flitted his tentacles along her arms, playing with the notion of restraining her again, but did no more, intent on driving himself to another brutal climax inside the dragoness. Each thrust must have driven over her g-spot, that bundle of shockingly pleasurable nerves, as Sasha's breaths came shallower and quicker, eyes half-lidded as she struggled to hold on to some sense of herself, her control and her being.

But it was no hope - no hope at all. Crying out for more and surrendering totally to every electrifying sensation, Sasha grunted as the cougar bit her neck lightly - not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to let her know who was in charge, at least for the time being. Fyr smirked to herself, nostrils puckering for breath; it wasn't as if Sasha wouldn't get her own back in the near future, she was very sure. The dragoness had a way of, well, simply making things go her way.

Fyr bit her lip, striving to hold off, but could do so no longer. With a shriek and a hard blush flushing her scales, she climaxed, juices positively gushing over her fingers as if she was actually squirting. Her pussy clenched and rippled around her fingers, trying to milk the cum from what her body only imagined was a cock, but the male member she wanted was currently buried in her mother and not for her pleasure - not then. Ropes chuffed a laugh and snaked out a tentacle to cup her chin as she tried to duck her head down, overcome with pleasure. Forcing her to watch, the cougar yowled as he thrust, tail lashing the air.

Fyr caught her breath, shuddering through the ongoing ripples of orgasm. It wouldn't be long before he was joining her in climax, even if she had been the one to reach it a little prematurely.

Surprising both of them, Sasha howled and grabbed onto Ropes' arms, fingers curling around his biceps as she dug in and thrust her hips up. Bucking and writhing like a dragon taken by a fit of madness, it was all Ropes could to hold her somewhat still as her howl deepened and her pussy suddenly squeezed down around his shaft, orgasm claiming her. Eyes closed, Sasha's howl broke into a deep, throaty groan and she rolled her head from shoulder to shoulder as if struggling to contain the sheer volume of pleasure, tail swinging up and wrapping over Ropes' leg. The cougar couldn't pull away from her twitching, clenching cunny and slipped his ears back, eyes intense as his thrusts sped up, intent on only one thing.

"Damn..." Ropes hissed, white eyes gleaming. "You're...huff...so tight!"

The dragoness panted, barely hearing him, but it didn't matter as the cougar hammered into her, his only thought of his own pleasure. Fyr licked her own juices from her fingers, keeping eye contact with her husband as she put on a show for him - enough for the cougar to tumble over the edge with a feral yowl. His cock erupted, flooding her mother with spurt after spurt of virile cum, and she moaned faintly beneath him, hardly able to even tremble as sexual exhaustion thrummed through her veins. The cougar tucked his chin down, breaking eye contact with his wife as he spent himself in her mother, tentacles writhing with an evident mind of their own.

Sasha blinked, purring softly as she returned to reality, tongue lathering the cougar's muzzle and neck in draconian kisses. Too exhausted and preoccupied as he rocked his hips up to her, whole body shuddering, the cougar could not return them in kind, but flicked one ear towards her. The cougar grunted and pushed his chest up from hers, panting so harshly that Fyr feared, for the briefest of moments, that he actually couldn't get as much air into his lungs as he needed to. He was truly okay, however, and expelled what little breath he had in a laugh, tail flicking contentedly back and forth, the picture of a contented feline.

"Good morning," he murmured, kissing Sasha full on the lips. "What a lovely way to be woken up on this fine, sunny day."

Sasha rolled her eyes, fingers curled around his cheek as she returned the kiss with surprising tenderness. Fyr sat up a little straighter, her attention drawn.

"You don't even know if it's sunny yet," she countered. "So how can you say that?"

"It's sunny if you're here."

Sasha giggled and Fyr swore a blush darkened her cheeks, but as the couple nuzzled, she coughed, clearing her throat of a tightness that suddenly made even her own breath difficult to catch. She frowned, though tickled ever so slightly with a flicker of amusement, pulling at her lips. Just what was it about sex that made breathing such a damn difficult endeavour?

"That was something," Fyr managed to force out through a throat thick with desire, dipping her fingers back between her thighs for another potent dose of her own sweet juices. "I don't actually mind being woken up so much if you're going to do it right here in front of me.

"Oh, I intend to do far more than that, my darling."

And then Ropes broke from Sasha, pulling his softened cock from her folds with a wet slurp of sexual fluids. Fyr groaned as he knelt up above her head, pushing her nose down until it bumped into his shaft, already plumping up for a second time with fresh, needy bloody.

She didn't need to be told what to do and parted her lips willingly to take him deep, the tip of her tail flicking as she cleaned him off with long, languid strokes of her tongue. Her muzzle seemed to be perfectly designed for the task of giving her husband a blowjob and it was not long at all before he was roused back to full hardness, chest vibrating with purrs. Shuddering at the starker, stronger taste of dragoness on his cock - at some point, she was sure her muzzle was going to be pushed down between her mother's legs to do a proper job of cleaning both of them up - Fyr suckled around his length, pulling him all the way into her muzzle.

Groaning, the cougar drew her back gently, though there was nothing gentle in the ferocity of how he flipped her over onto her side, nearly pinning both of them right up against the headboard. They faced Sasha as he pushed her leg up, bent at the knee, in front of her body, purring warmly into her ear as his hardened shaft probed for entry. Whimpering, Fyr tilted her head back, baring her vulnerable throat for him as he nibbled and kissed across the side of her neck and shoulder.

"Just a quick one, my sexy little dragoness," Ropes purred, pushing a cock that had been inside her mother only a few minutes ago, into her folds. "After all, I wouldn't want you to be late for that big meeting today. I do listen, you know."

Groaning, Fyr pushed her hips back to him, tail wrapped around his waist as she knew, without a doubt, that she was very certainly going to be late for that meeting. But she wouldn't mind that as long as she got to sit there with her cunt full of her husband's cum.

There were some sacrifices in life, after all, that a dragoness simply had to make.

*

For all their sexual liaisons during the course of the week, with Ropes taking more than just the one unscheduled day off to spend time with Sasha, Fyr paced through an empty house on the weekend. Her eyes raked over every odd job that had gone undone, notions of fixing up the barn so that she could finally get out of that accursed day job. Day by day, it leeched away her soul. The only thing that seemed to keep her going those days was the utter pleasure of what waited for her at home. With Sasha and Ropes, she could forget about the stress and the grind and merely enjoy what life should have been: full of passion day and night.

Yet her passion in the house and ranch was slow in coming as she distracted herself. There were some jobs that she could do, including checking her lists to see what she had forgotten too, yet she yearned for the day she could stand on the wide front porch of that imagined barn and leave the townie and city folk far, far behind. The ranch was real, yet in a state of dilapidation that it could hardly be called such, yet there was always progress that could be made and she was hardly a dragoness to slack off on her duties when she set her mind to something.

But money would always be the issue and she knew slow and steady won the race. It was sometimes nice, however, to simply imagine being at the finish line.

Sighing in the emptiness of the house - Ropes and Sasha had driven off into the country on a date that Fyr didn't know quite how she felt about - the dragoness plonked herself in the computer chair of the den, which was pretty much just a junk room to store things they didn't know what to do with. Boxes were piled up against the walls and the window was dirty on both sides, letting in barely any light, but it was cosy and the tension eased from her shoulders, purpose giving her a sense of much needed calm.

Perching on the edge of the computer chair, she swung back and forth for a moment, crossing one ankle over the other as the machine booted up. She swore it got slower and slower every time she used it, but, in favour of fixing the ranch up first, she was holding off on buying a new one for as long as was at all reasonable.

It did eventually load, however, and she clicked onto the desktop, hunting for the file she needed. She had a terrible habit of saving everything she was currently working on - lists for things she wanted to do and renovations for the barn - on the desktop rather than popping all into a neat, designated folder, something that Ropes absolutely loathed. He was forever tidying up the computer for her, but that only meant that she would never once find a file or shortcut where she'd left it.

Muttering to herself, she was about to give up on finding the saved file on the desktop when something else caught her eye: a video file with a little orange triangle icon on it that seemed simply begging to be played. But it was the file name that really caught her attention and the dragoness tipped her head to the side, lips pursed.

"Ropes and Sasha two," she read aloud, brow furrowing. "Have they put something together?"

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, she smiled and shook her head.

"And you really gotta stop talking to yourself, girl, honestly. Someone's gonna come round here and think you're stir crazy if you keep that up."

She laughed, the cursor of her mouse hovering over the icon of the file.

"Or maybe I already am."

Double-clicking on the video, she couldn't have possibly expected what popped up on the screen. Or perhaps, if she truly knew her husband and mother as well as she thought she did, she should have expected it.

Fyr started, jaw dropping, as her husband and her mother filled the screen, both as naked as they day they'd been born. Her mother was on all fours, her buttocks side-on to the camera as she rested on Fyr's - no, not hers anymore - bed, claws pricking through the comforter. The older dragoness couldn't have been any more in her prime even if there was a little bit of a heavier drop to her breasts, buttocks firm yet yielding in a shape that made one want to reach out and squeeze them.

"Is it on?" The Sasha in the video asked with a wiggle of her hips.

"Yep," Ropes chuckled. "Are you ready to give her a good show? I wouldn't want to hide such a stunning dragoness away from the world, after all."

Sasha moaned and arched her back, toes flexing and tail spilling up and over her back in a smooth arc.

"I'm always ready for you. Just make sure she sees this when it's all ready to go for her - my daughter."

Ropes smirked as he knelt behind the needy dragoness, pumping and gyrating her hips as if to entice him into her before he was even hard. His cock was still soft, however, and he angled his hips towards the camera as he pumped and stroked his length, squeezing the base and showing how the skin tugged back and forth on his uncut shaft, drawing out his need. He chuffed lowly, white eyes burning with desire.

Fyr bit her lip. When had she last seen that desire when he was fucking her? Last time he'd filled her, his eyes had been on Sasha while she lounged naked on the bed, a quick fuck just to ensure his wife didn't go too crazy. But, on the video, Ropes only had eyes for the dragoness before him, devoted in his attention to her and her alone.

"She'll surely be in for quite the surprise."

How true that is, Fyr thought, slumping back in the computer chair as the cougar on the screen pumped his cock to full hardness, ears back and breath rasping in his throat. The cougar's back arched, pushing his hips out towards the camera, and he groaned, ears slipping back. Fyr devoured his form hungrily with her eyes, her pussy lips slickening with moisture as her body tried to ready itself for mating even if the cougar wasn't really there with her. Huffing, his chest shuddered, black lips curling up at the corners in a Cheshire cat grin that was full of secrets. Fyr looked into his eyes as he stared down the lens of the camera, putting on a show that had to have been just for her and only her.

The dragoness whimpered. Her husband was a specimen of a male indeed!

But the show was not to end there - not so soon. The couple had plenty to show the dragoness behind the screen as their show had clearly been prepared and set up for her to find well in advance. Settling back in the chair, Fyr tried to relax as electric tingles of pleasure tickled her scales, need rising by the second as she tried and failed to drag her eyes from the show-off cougar. As she watched, he groaned, a trickle of pre-cum oozing from his tip as the skin slid back and forth along the uncut length. She licked her lips. She'd rather it was in her muzzle so she could truly pay him tribute as he deserved.

"Ready for me?"

Fyr started, but, of course, the question was not directed at her. Ropes turned, eyeing up the dragoness laid out before him like a feast to be devoured: the stage was set. Sasha murred and ran a paw down her side, lying so that the curve of her hip jutted up, gravity tugging her soft, full breasts down to the bed. Even Fyr had to admit that she would have fucked her too, if she'd ever had the chance. She shivered. Maybe she would one day. She could dream.

"I'm_always_ ready for you."

Ropes smirked and turned his back on the camera, treating Fyr to a view of his muscled buttocks, the shape of them showing even through his brown fur. The dragoness lifted a leg out and towards the camera, much as Fyr had done only a few mornings ago, and welcomed the cougar in behind.

"That's a good feline... See, you can be well behaved for a dragoness now, can't you?"

"Only occasionally," he chuckled against her neck, adoring her scales with kiss after kiss. "And just for you. Only you."

Fyr knew how she should have felt, but the flame of need in her heart only rose higher with those words, the tenderness between them impossible to deny. Giving the camera a good show, Ropes eased his fingers beneath the dragoness' thigh and raised her leg in front of her body, demanding the space as his cock nudged right up to her folds. Inhaling sharply, Sasha half-closed her eyes, head turning to whisper words back to him that the camera just wasn't good enough to capture.

The dragoness groaned as she watched her husband push in, absently sliding her jeans down her thighs. When had the button gotten undone? And the zip? It didn't matter as she lazily circled her clit with a fingertip, stoking her desire as Sasha moaned lustfully, taking the full length of the cougar's uncut cock as if, well, as if she'd been doing it for weeks already. Fyr's cheeks burned.

Why did it get her so horny? To watch and to lust over the two of them - not forgetting that one of them was her mother? Any other fur would have been screaming and throwing Ropes out of the house, determined to ensure the cat never bred another female ever, ever again, but finding evidence of his 'cheating' with her mother and making into a cuckold... Fyr shuddered. The mere thought of it had her panting, pushing her hips up and gyrating as if she could entice him back to fuck her right there and then. They'd done something to her, drawn out a deeply rooted submissive need from the very fibre of her being, and there was nothing she could do about it bar see exactly where the path led her.

"Yes," she hissed. "Fill me!"

Ropes nuzzled the back of her neck, eyes closed, and slipped his tentacles around her to caress her breasts as his hips rocked, working and pumping to fill her with the cream she so desired. He growled into her scales, tentacles lifting her breast up for the attention of the camera, and massaging them with a skill that surprised even Fyr: had he always been so dextrous and tactile with his tentacles? Perhaps she'd been missing out. Fyr bit her lip, hips bucking up to her own paw as she mimicked his thrusts with the push of her fingers into her cunt, as wet and needy as her mother's looked on the screen.

And so they enjoyed themselves, Fyr warranting that they were putting on a particular show for her. She couldn't help but wonder how long ago they had planned the interlude, but it ceased to matter as they rocked together, Ropes turning and positioning the dragoness as he pleased. He seemed to be hitting all the right spots, however, as Sasha moaned like a wanton slut, a wild abandon that had the masturbating dragon in the computer chair blushing even from her position.

On all fours, the dragoness grunted and snarled like a wild creature, wings trembling and flared out slightly on either side of her body. Her entire body rocked forward as the cougar slammed in, overruled by feral desire. Fyr inhaled deeply, struck by how strong her husband was in the throes of sex, his only intent on reaching pleasure with his partner. She shivered. Did he ever look that strong and virile when he was fucking her? Oh, she surely hoped so. Though there was nothing that could come close to the beauty of her mother as she moaned breathily and demanded more, tail curling around the cougar's waist as if to keep him close to her.

But Ropes wasn't going anywhere. Something in his eyes told the dragoness watching that Sasha already had him hook, line and sinker. She peered more closely at the screen, pausing in her masturbation to take in what she had thought she'd seen a flicker of before in their sweet kisses, muzzles held closer together. Her eyes widened. Could it possibly be so? Her heart skipped a beat.

There was something more than lust in his eyes and Fyr had no part in it. But, as her lips pulled into a smile, she knew it was a thought to be considered at another time.

The cougar was swifter than the dragoness in climaxing and Fyr wondered if it was his first of the day; he was always quicker the first time. But after that, each one would linger and linger as if he was going to go on fucking his partner - before, it had only been her - forever. Snarling and rasping harsher and harsher breaths over the dragoness' shoulders, he rolled her onto her stomach and pinned her to the bed, hips driving to force himself to that peak of pleasure.

His tail lashed and tentacles flung out to all sides as he climaxed with a feral yowl, shoulders rolling down as he covered the dragon, though he didn't have to worry that she was going to escape him. Holding her buttocks down to the bed, he growled ferociously and rammed into her tighter passage, thighs nearly pressed all the way together as he thrust through his orgasm, sending spurt after spurt of virile feline semen into her wanting, clenching passing.

"Oh, yes..." Sasha hissed, eyes half-lidded. "Such a good stud cat for me, you are."

Smirking breathlessly, Ropes turned her head to kiss her full on the lips, tongues fighting for their usual dominance, and then Sasha was on her back, the camera having cut to their next interesting interlude. She spread her legs for the cougar as he lapped her clit reverently, one controlling paw on the back of his head to guide him, though her thighs pressed around his muzzle to prevent any chance of escape if he had been so inclined to succumb and thrust into her again.

Letting her partner lick her to orgasm, the blue dragoness howled like a virgin taking her first cock as he held her on the edge of climax, teasing as if he was not really going to push her all the way over the edge. But Sasha knew well enough how to deal with a cat who thought he had the upper paw and grabbed his head, pushing his muzzle up to her clit as she demanded he thrust harder with his fingers, paw working swiftly until she finally screeched and shuddered, every vein of tension flooding from her body in one final, beautiful release.

As she relaxed in the afterglow, the dragoness propped her chin up on a paw, one eyebrow raised in wicked question. Ropes pricked up his ears, muzzle soaked in the dragoness' juices.

"How many times have you cum in me now, my stud cat?" Sasha purred, the tip of her tail curling back and forth.

Ropes pretended to consider the question, casting the camera a look so that he seemed to be pondering the notion with the panting, exhausted dragoness voyeur herself.

"Oh... Many times." He waved a paw dismissively. "Who's counting, really?"

"And how many times have you worn a condom to fuck me, Ropes?"

Fyr stiffened, but the Ropes on the screen only grinned, showing his teeth in a feral smile.

"Not a single time, my dear dragoness."

Fyr howled as she climaxed, juices drooling viscously out around her fingers as her hips thrust and bucked to the imagined touch of her dear husband.

When Ropes found her that evening, she couldn't have been more of a mess. Having retreated to the bedroom after that first orgasm, she'd brought herself off over and over again with her fingers and every single sex toy they owned that was suitable for the need. The bed was littered with toys soaked in the dragoness' juices and her scales were dull with sweat, bed sheets rumpled and creased beneath her body beyond all recognition.

She couldn't even appear contrite as she looked up at her husband and he was not about to scold her for portraying herself in such an alluring fashion. She lifted her legs readily for him, pussy sore yet still ready for his shaft as he stroked it to full hardness, teasing her lips with the very tip. Fyr groaned, tongue slipping out the side of her muzzle. Did he have to tease her so?

"Did you enjoy the show, darling?" Ropes purred, laying her all the way back on his bed as she moaned and hiked up her legs even higher for him. "You do seem to have had some fun while we were out enjoying ourselves."

Fyr moaned and shook her head, too far gone to even feel the faintest bit embarrassed in the moment. His cock teased her entrance and she snarled, desperate to feel him inside her and yet he still held back. Didn't he know a needy dragoness when he saw one?

"Enough!" She growled, demonstrating surprising harshness in her tone, skin burning with longing beneath her scales. "Just fuck me!"

She trembled, the words feeling alien in her own mouth, and Ropes' smile spread as he moved over her, letting the dragoness wrap her legs up and around his waist. She was not one to use such language - only rarely - and the hardness of the cougar's uncut shaft seeking her entrance told her just how much he liked it.

Oh, yes. Fyr moaned and let her head tip back, Ropes' lips on her neck. He liked it very much.

"Fuck me!"

Pushing into her dripping cunt, the cougar was only too happy to oblige her.