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A Cuckold's Forbidden Pleasure

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Fyr grunted, face pressed into the pillow she'd hugged to her chest and neck. Her crimson scales dripped with sweat and she groaned, muffling her sounds of pleasure the best she could, although there was no denying the joy the thick, draconian-cock dildo brought her. The strap-on hadn't been one she'd bought, the harness too fine and far beyond her pay check, and, in all honesty, she would have wanted to see how it was to use one on a male rather than take the shaft herself, if anyone had asked her before after a few glasses of wine. It might even have been fun the other way around. After all, in a marriage, wasn't that what a husband and wife was supposed to do - experiment? She simply hadn't expected to be the one pinned down and filled with its delicious, ridged length, each thrust grinding over her clit in a way that made her eyes roll back into her head.

The shaft struck a particularly sensitive spot inside her, teasing over the cluster of nerves within her hot, clenching passage, and she yelped, pushing her tail up further over her back. Her short claws ripped through the pillowcase, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.

Behind her, the divine being giving her such pleasure chuckled warmly and ran her fingertips up the dragoness' spine. Against herself, Fyr shivered and pushed into the touch, craving more, always more.

"What's wrong, dear?" Her mother cooed, fingers curling around her shoulder. "Am I going too hard for you?"

Shaking her head, Fyr trembled and tried not to think of just who was fucking her. Her mother... Her own mother. As if there would be any other kind of mother for her - well, certainly not a mother in law, considering Ropes' ancestry - but the blue dragoness had well and truly taken on a new role in her daughter's life. Who could ever have known that telling her mother about one crazy dream where she and her husband, Ropes, were fucking could have escalated to such wonderful heights?

It was different, it was new and it was always, always a challenge. Even taken the shaft - it was as if Sasha was intent on seeing just how much she could take before she snapped and growling, her rough she could be with her own daughter. What she had not yet learned was that her daughter lusted after it more than she'd even let on to her husband. She'd even taken things well when it had been revealed that Sasha was pregnant, although one could only discern the slight swell to her stomach if they really squinted and even that could have been a trick of the light. Moaning, she arched back into each and every thrust, tension building in her loins as if a cord was being wound tighter and tighter.

Yes... It was worth it for the moments like those. The dragoness tipped her muzzle down, snorting into the pillow as her lusts rose. It wasn't conventional, but it was impossible to hide or conceal just how aroused the relationship made her. Watching Ropes fuck her mother... She shuddered, though Sasha put it down to her thrusts and gripped her tighter, claws digging in as she sped up, hips slapping her daughter's buttocks. Fyr moaned. Oh, yes, it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, better than any other sex too. And Fyr found she didn't mind being reminded of her new place in the family. As long as she was reminded often, that was, and she wasn't above stepping out of line to get the discipline that made her so wet between the legs.

"Again?"

The dragoness stiffened, but there was nothing she could do in her position to stop her husband from seeing her in all her naked, happily abused glory on the bed. Groaning, she pushed her muzzle beneath the pillow, cheeks heating up as a familiar paw trailed across her buttocks.

"Back off now," Sasha admonished and suddenly that warm paw was gone. "She's my treat right now. You can have your turn when I'm good and done, sugar."

Ropes growled and Fyr could almost imagine just how his hackles looked, raised on the back of his neck, as his tentacles twisted into one another like a nest of snakes.

"I don't take sloppy seconds."

"I won't be the one cumming in her now, will I, kitty?" Sasha clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Be good and wait your turn."

Fyr trembled with a suppressed giggle, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth. Yeah, like that was going to happen!

The mattress bowed as the cougar clambered up, lacking a shocking amount of feline grace, and Sasha moaned as he pressed up to her.

"Ohhh..."

Fyr didn't have to turn her head, pulling it from under the pillow, to see what was happening, but she did so anyway. It was one of the perks of being a voyeur. Her husband's brown fur pressed into her mother's scales as he pushed over her, a low purr rolling from his lips. His pale white eyes locked with Fyr's as his cock sank in, a lewd squelch of juices demonstrating very viscerally just how wet the dragoness was.

Lips parted, Sasha groaned like a virgin getting fucked for the first time and trembled between the husband and wife, thrusts pausing for a moment as she enjoyed the sensation of being filled. Fyr suspected that that particular strap-on had been purchased with the intent of the dragoness wearing it at the time getting some certain fun herself.

"Fuck me, stud."

Ropes was only too eager to oblige. Arching his back, he wrapped Sasha in his tentacles and rocked forward, squeezing his glutes as he drove into her. The dragoness gasped, though had no time to regain her breath as the cougar bucked into her, claws pricking past her scales to dig deliciously into her hips as he covered her as only he was permitted to do.

Fyr couldn't imagine her mother bending over for anyone else after seeing her in Ropes' arms. And she wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

She climaxed with a howl, pressing her muzzle into the pillow as her whole body quaked, beyond her control as it had been since the dominant pair had well and truly taken over her life. Fyr tried her best to muffle her shrieks of abject pleasure, but there was no hiding just how divine that faux cock felt inside her passage, each thrust and grind of the ridged length sending another wave of ecstasy rippling through her until she was but a mumbling, gibbering mess, tongue lolling as she collapsed to the mattress. Of course, her state didn't stop Sasha from taking her pleasure, the dragoness groaning lustfully as she pounded her daughter's cunny, the cougar hardly helping her to be gentle.

"Ah..." Her head rolled back as Ropes' lips played across her shoulder, showing her the faintest hint of teeth and gentlest love-nip he could have possibly managed. "That's it, Ropes... Take me good and hard!"

Shuddering, she made no complaint as his claws dug even more fiercely into her hips and the cougar wrapped his tentacles around her waist, dragging her back onto his uncut shaft with each and every sharp, driving thrust. The tip of his cock rammed up to her cervix as she moaned, stilling with the dildo buried in Fyr to the hilt with only the roll of Ropes' body to grind it even deeper, setting off sparks behind the dragoness' lowered eyelids. Helpless to do anything but wait patiently while they made use of her, her inner thighs soaked with her own feminine juices, Fyr moaned. It wasn't as if it was a bad place to be, by any means.

A horny cougar could not last long with such an erotic sight before him, however, Sasha moaning like a whore as Fyr whimpered and pleadingly caught his eyes. What she was pleading for, he'd never know as Ropes suddenly slammed in with a savage growl, ears pinned back as he spent his seed. Sasha licked her lips in time for another moan to pass then, eyes closed as she arched her back and curled her tail around as much of the cougar's waist as she could manage, the tip hanging freely.

"Yessss," she hissed. "Now don't forget about me, my sweet, stud kitty. You wouldn't leave a lady wanting now, would you?"

Grunting through climax, Ropes' whiskers quivered.

"Ah... I'm sure my wife wouldn't mind helping you out with that little problem," he growled, his voice low and thick. "She does have an exceptionally talented tongue."

Cum drooled out around his thick shaft as Sasha wriggled, jostling the dildo within the avidly listening Fyr. It only took a snap of her mother's fingers and a pointed look before she was squirming, wincing as she awkwardly dragged herself up and off the dildo. Moving slowly, she couldn't help but gasp as the tip popped out of her, leaving the toy crudely gleaming with her arousal, impossible to hide. She blushed hard and quickly spun around, tail thwacking the headboard and set about getting her fingers underneath the straps of the harness, quickly and skillfully working the buckles loose. After all, it wasn't as if she'd never taken it off her mother to please her with her tongue before.

And when the dragoness' pussy was revealed in all its flushed, glistening glory, Fyr's heart leapt into her throat. She didn't pause, just leaned in and ran her tongue along her puffy sex to a chorus of moans.

"Oh..."

Ropes' cock softened within her and Fyr eagerly lapped up the stream of cum as he pulled out, semen splattering lightly onto the bed. She would have languished in cleaning off his cock, but her mouth shoved her pussy into her daughter's face, effectively commanding her attention above all else. Grunting softly, Fyr lapped and pushed her tongue into her, murring at how the dragoness' pussy clenched and rippled wantonly around her tongue. She shivered. She felt as if the cougar had dumped more than one load into her, if not several, but her husband seemed to be especially virile of late.

Losing herself in the giving of pleasure, Fyr swirled her tongue around the dragoness' clit and pressed down harder with her moans. It didn't take long for Ropes to feel up to the challenge of joining in once again and Fyr did not complain when his hard cock once again pushed past her tongue into the dragoness' sweet treasure. Bucking and groaning, Sasha clenched her jaw and spread her wings, the membranes quivering like the frailest of spider webs between the finger-like spines. And Fyr chose that moment to bear down, wrapping her lips warmly around her clit and sucking it into her mouth.

As if electrified, the dragoness contorted and bucked and cried out, head rolling back as orgasm devoured her like a flame to kindling. She twisted and moaned and there was nothing she could do to stop the wildfire as it carried her on. Emboldened, Fyr dug her fingers into her thighs, the softer scales giving to her grip, and lashed her clit as the cougar thrust and ground, panting and yowling like a feral feline as he spurred the dragoness on into the explosive climax that they'd all known she would make her own from the very start.

Her howl may have contained words, but they were none that Ropes or Fyr could discern as Sasha clawed at the bed, breasts heaving in great, needy gasps. Yet there was no way for her to drag enough air into her lungs as orgasm hurled her about like a rag doll, a toy for its own amusement, as shockwave after shockwave of electric pleasure coursed through her nervous system. Bearing down, Fyr purred against her clit, letting the gentle vibrations travel down her long tongue and ever so gently stimulate the throbbing, pulsing nub through which she delivered her mother to such wonderful heights of pleasure. The dragoness' thighs pressed in around her muzzle and head, Fyr's nose squashed into her scales, but she couldn't have thought of anywhere else she'd have rather been - as the cuckold wife.

Ropes' paw latched onto the back of her head, claws catching one of her frills, and the dragoness grunted, yet did not stop. After all, she hadn't been told to stop or pushed away. It was sometimes debatable which method Sasha preferred, but it was only when she had that clear, sharp signal to move that her daughter would stop pleasing her as only she could. The cougar had no such rules to follow and grunted as he slammed in, uncaring for how long he lasted while Sasha quaked beneath him, seeming only to be held up by the strength of the two bodies adoring her.

Eventually, however, she became too sensitive and the palm of her paw shoved ungracefully into the side of Fyr's muzzle, telling her quite clearly that her job was good and done. Hardly one to complain - her jaw, after all, was a little sore - Fyr licked her lips and wriggled back, panting softly as she rolled onto her back and took stock of the situation, head spinning. Her mother's pussy stretched around Ropes' thick shaft and Fyr watched avidly as the skin on his cock tugged back and forth, a drool of cum and feminine arousal gleaming at the exposed base of his uncut length. Against herself, the dragoness moaned.

She was ignored. As Sasha gasped and regained her sense of self, Ropes snarled and slammed in deep, yowling as he spilled his seed and gave her, at the very least, her second load of the day. Biting her lip, Fyr leaned in, but did not quite dare play her tongue around the base of his shaft where their bodies joined, balls churning as he ejaculated with fervour, the cougar's chest heaving as if he'd run a marathon. In all honesty, he wasn't in much better shape after such a steamy session than the dragoness he took such great joy in breeding. And the evidence of that lay in the dragonet growing in Sasha's belly.

Quietly, Fyr left them to it, turning on the shower for the couple to take their leave of the bedroom and perhaps join her for dinner, if they chose to eat what she made for them. Ropes had rolled his eyes more than once at whatever meal she'd come up with, but, where he would have before sat down with only a grumble, he was easily swayed by Sasha's lure of a dinner out. And then Fyr was left with a cold dinner that she had only wanted to eat with company while the lovers enjoyed better company than she. Yet it was the notion of just what they were getting up to that kept her warm on the sofa at night while the guest room was being turned into a nursery, a paw between her legs and a smile on her lips.

It wasn't her place to question what they were doing, after all. Not on that side. She still, of course, had her position in the household to keep on top of and, sometimes, that required a little bit of a louder voice than she was used to.

She busied herself with dinner, humming a tune to herself as she prepared the meat for the rice dish, something new and daring that she hoped would come together in just the right way. That was always the risk with a new recipe, just like a new relationship, as one could never tell if they would do quite the right thing at quite the right moment for all to blossom fruitfully in the way one imagined.

Her mother and Ropes moseyed their way down into the living room while she bustled and went through her usual routine, the dragoness only pausing to pour a glass of wine for her mother. Ropes would have whatever he wanted and never seemed to know when she asked, yet he didn't mind sourcing his own drink either, so she did not worry about not being able to place an appropriate beverage in his paw. Her mother, however, had a growing penchant for finery and was certainly more easily pleased.

Popping the glass on the coffee table, Fyr bobbed her muzzle and smiled, ensuring a coaster was below the circular base. Sasha sighed softly and leaned back into the plush sofa, the curtains already drawn against the street outside, a garden setting the front of the house back from everyday life. Although she didn't interact with her neighbours much, Fyr supposed she would have to sooner or later if she wanted to get the ranch set up for their new life. That was a trial in itself, however, with so much going on.

Her mother eyed her as she retreated, her words curling around Fyr's ear frills and down around her throat like a wrapping of silk.

"So, Fyr, how is the cleaning of the nursery coming along?" Her mother said conversationally, her feet up on the coffee table. "Did you get the paint we decided on too?"

Fyr eyed her and her rather comfortably placed bare hind paws, but made no verbal comment. The 'we' that her mother spoke of did not apply to the crimson dragoness and Ropes like it should have done.

"It's..." She licked her lips, moistening a suddenly very dry mouth. "It's coming on well enough. I'm not sure if it's going to be too small though."

Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Sasha waved her paw dismissively.

"You two lovebirds are due an extension on this place already - make some more room for yourselves.

"Maybe I'd have time to do that if Ropes lent a paw once in a while."

The snap was out and past her lips before she could stop it and she clapped her paws over her mouth too late. Sasha's eyes narrowed and she slowly swung her hind paws down from the coffee table, letting them thump onto the carpet with a final, foreboding air.

And yet... Fyr took a deep breath and clenched her fist. Hadn't she yet learned her lesson about pushing back? Oh no.... But it was true. She could get a lot more done if one or both of them helped her - just look at what a state the barn was in that she and Ropes were supposed to be fixing up! She doubted that the cougar had set paw in there since he'd last fucked her mother against the half-broken stable door that she still hadn't found the time to fix and there wasn't any good reason for that either.

Clearing her throat, Sasha stared her down.

"I'm waiting."

Fyr bristled.

"For what, pray tell?"

"Your apology."

Pressing her lips together so that she did not pant, dragging in short, sharp, anxious breaths, Fyr pressed her fingertips together before her breasts, letting them form a pointed triangle.

"Mother, it's true. I am only one dragoness and I can't do all of this by myself." Gulping, she looked down at her hind paws, toes curling and flexing in her sneakers. "I can get the nursery done, more or less, but I want it to be wonderful for the little one... I want it to be the best nursery ever

"Well, you're simply going to have to put in a few more extra hours then, aren't you?"

The words came like a slap in the face and Fyr reeled, jaw dropping.

"You can't be serious?" She gaped. "We're really going through this again? Just what are you? You're not my mother! My mother would never say anything like that!"

She didn't expect the smirk that crossed Sasha's lips like she didn't expect the words that followed. And yet the scene before her seemed to move in slow motion, each movement her mother made dragged out and exacerbated so that every little detail shone in sharp clarity. Collecting her wine glass from the coffee table, Sasha gave a huge, heavy sigh, shaking her head slowly as she swirled the crimson fluid around the interior. Opening her mouth to speak, Fyr closed it again, the words she wanted to say drying up on the tip of her tongue as if they'd never actually existed.

"Oh, darling, I'm far more than just your mother now," Sasha purred, fingering the stem of her wine glass before downing the last drops with a sigh of evident pleasure. "And it's high time you learned that."

She laughed mockingly and pointed a slender finger at her daughter's chest. Fyr fought not to flinch away, digging her heels into the carpet, holding her ground with every ounce of strength she possessed.

"Or maybe you need another lesson."

"There are no more lessons to be learned, mother," Fyr murmured, her tone set. "Not by me. I know where I stand and I only have our best interests at heart. You should see that. Ropes should see that."

"He already does."

Fyr froze. She knew that voice. Of course, she knew that voice. Ropes stood in the doorway, the door to the hallway swinging open at his heels. His long tail lashed the air and he narrowed his pale white eyes dangerously. Fyr gulped, unable to drag her gaze away from those eerie orbs. Sometimes it truly was impossible to ignore the cougar's demon heritage.

Tentacles undulating sinisterly, the cougar inclined his head with surprising grace.

"Come here, Fyr."

Swallowing hard, Fyr dragged her feet as she walked across the room to stand before her husband. At any time before Sasha, his tone would have had her with her paws on her hips demanding to know just what he was thinking, speaking to her like that, but she held her tongue and cast her eyes demurely down. The trouble was that she liked the demure side better than her brief sparks of anger in an earlier life. She just wouldn't let him know that quite yet. Not until she was ready.

Cupping her chin gently in his paw, Ropes turned her muzzle up to his. And still she refused to meet his eyes, pulse jumping on the side of her throat.

"Is there something you'd like to tell me?"

Heavens, why did that tone make her so weak at the knees? The wetness that seemed ever-present between her thighs was a given, but the wave of submissiveness that crashed over her at his dominant, controlling tone sent her head spinning.

"You..." The words were thick on her tongue, treacle only moved through great force. "I need help. You are leaving me to do everything. And I think you see that, even if you choose not to actually do anything about it."

Licking her lips, she kept her gaze locked on his - she had to make him see - and ploughed on, words tumbling over one another in their reckless attempt to be free.

"One dragon can't do this on their own and I daresay you couldn't either - we both have to work, Ropes. I can't stop going to my job to take care of the two of you, as much as I enjoy it and enjoy the work here. We both have responsibilities and, frankly, I'm exhausted too."

She took a deep breath, steadying herself for what was to come.

"And I need you two to take on more of the responsibilities that have fallen on my shoulders. That's if you want this whole endeavour to work, that is. I want it to work. But I need help."

Ropes studied her intently and Fyr trailed off into silence, opening and closing her mouth several more times without any words coming out. She held her breath and counted the ticks of the clock, audible from the sitting room, even as it resided in the kitchen. She shuddered, eyes bouncing from one piece of furniture to the other, barely able to look at Ropes' body and the blue blur of her mother to the side, let alone meet anyone's eyes. Throughout it all, Ropes had not released her chin and, with a pinprick of pain, his claws pricked through her scales.

"I think Sasha's right."

He released her chin, pushing her muzzle away sharply. Fyr stumbled, rubbing her jaw, eyes wide. The cougar grinned.

"You_do_ need another lesson."

"Oh, shall we, dear?" Sasha jumped in, on her hind paws with her tail curling back and forth, the motion having exaggerated herself since she'd been living with Ropes. "I do have the perfect thing..."

Her eyes swung obviously to Fyr, the dragoness rooted in place, breath tight in her throat. Even her tail was still, but there was no point in running or throwing a fit either. Sighing, she pressed her fingers around the back of her neck, pressing into the muscles that ran along her spine: there was no end to it, truly, there wasn't.

Snorting softly, Sasha wrapped her arm around Ropes' waist and leaned in, lips pressed up to his ear. Yet she did not speak softly enough for Fyr to not hear.

"But let's not tell her. Not until it's time."

The words that followed were indeed too quiet, no matter how Fyr strained to hear, and the next thing she knew was her chest crashing into the soft cushions of the sofa, her clothes askew and paws quickly snatched up behind her back. Two sets of claws dug in and tore her clothes from her body, uncaring that they had only been bought recently in their raw, unbidden lust to have her body in all its crimson glory.

Yellow stripes bared to the world, Fyr cried out as someone's paws - her mother's, they were scaled - gripped her wrists more firmly, another furred arm pushing her tail up over her back. She squirmed, one eye on the gap in the curtains, small enough and yet still there.

"The drapes," she whispered, voice suddenly hoarse. "You have to close them... Someone will see you!"

Sasha laughed.

"Isn't that sweet, honey, she's worried about someone seeing us! My daughter's so proud of her own body that she doesn't mind if a stranger wanders up to the window and sees her naked ass, but us? No, why never! That - cannot - happen!"

Fyr gasped.

"Mother! You can't be so crude!"

Looming over her, silhouetted against the shaded overhead light, Sasha smirked.

"I can be anything I like, sugar. You should know that by now."

A naked cougar pressed up behind Fyr, his cock sliding against her upturned rump. Against herself, Fyr moaned and twisted her head back and forth, eyes half-lidded. Oh gods, was he actually going to fuck her? His cock wasn't even wet from Sasha! Delirious with want, she whimpered and rocked back against him, her earlier protests and understandably fair and just reasoning about the amount of work she had to do completely vanished from her mind. If their aim had been to distract her from it, well, they had certainly done it good and proper!

Well, what could she complain about? Fyr shivered. She wasn't getting fucked second, for a change, not unless she counted the times her husband had fucked Sasha earlier that day, but she'd take what she could get. Huffing and thrusting her hips back, the dragoness whined, trying to gyrate her hips in such a way that his cock sank past her puffy pussy lips into the hot, waiting passage beyond.

And yet the cougar denied her, grinding his cock between her rear cheeks as he purred and squeezed them in around his shaft, manipulating her body purely for his own pleasure. She whimpered and squirmed, but Sasha had too firm a grip on her wrists for her to even think that getting free was a distinct possibility. It didn't stop her from trying, however, and Fyr grunted and thrashed with all the life in her limbs, very nearly succeeding in dislodging Sasha by flinging out a wing. It was only the weight of Ropes and his cock wickedly teasing her soft lips that could have welcomed him in oh so easily.

Digging her claws in, Sasha let out a warning hiss and Fyr gasped, sweat trickling down between her shoulder blades. The sofa cushions, soft when she'd picked them out originally, rubbed uncomfortably over her nipples, hardened into taut, erotic peaks of desire. She needed them! The dragoness groaned and bucked again, tail whacking the back of the sofa, a gesture of sheer frustration that she knew, really, wouldn't get her anywhere. Just what the hell were the two of them playing at?

"I have to keep you still for him, sugar," Sasha breathed. "This is going to be new to you too."

What could be knew about her husband fucking her? Fyr tilted her head to the side, but didn't have time to consider it further as that uncut shaft pushed into her. Groaning deeply, she panted and heaved for breath, breasts squashed into the sofa. Her legs scrabbled for purchase, flung out over the seat of the cushion, but not quite in a position that anyone, on a good day, could have deemed comfortable.

Oh, sometimes she forgot how good being fucked was - by Ropes, that was. Sure, the strap-on he'd given to Sasha as a gift had its uses too, but there was nothing like the real thing. There was no resistance, as tight as she was, as he thrust, each drive and buck of his hips bringing a fresh wave of pleasure to her lust-addled mind. Fyr panted, eyes rolling into the back of her skull as she succumbed, doing her best to stretch out her wings, trembling, without simply slinging the tender membranes over the back of the sofa.

Sasha chuckled lowly, kneeling above Fyr's head as the dragoness' tongue obediently flickered out to her pussy, doing the job she'd been trained to do.

"Don't get too comfortable, darling, he's just getting warmed up."

Fyr blinked. Warmed up? But the cougar thrust again and chased the question from her mind, grinding in with long, deep strokes that made her heart sing so.

"Here you go, honey."

Sasha's voice dripped with sweetness, but Fyr barely paid her any mind as Ropes drove into her. But she did notice when his thrusts slowed, a small click drawing her attention. Before she could look back, Sasha pulled her nose back into her pussy and Fyr automatically parted her lips to snake her tongue out, playing it over her clit.

Something cold smeared across her tail hole and the dragoness jumped, tail flipping back into Ropes' chest. The cougar grunted and shoved it away, his cock still half inside her cunt as he used the lubricant Sasha passed him to slide two fingers under Fyr's tail.

The dragoness froze, the penetration locking up her mind. Never before had she ever had anything under her tail, not bar a sponge or washcloth to make sure she was good and clean in the shower or bath. Personal hygiene, of course, was a must, but anything beyond that was completely and utterly out of the question.

And yet she couldn't deny the thrum of pleasure, minute and still discernible, emanating from her forbidden passage. His fingers curled up and dragged back and she sucked in a breath, his return movement stimulating her own as she strove to arch her back and drag herself away from him. Murring softly, Sasha adjusted her grip on Fyr's wrists, claws away, for once, from her sensitive scales.

"This is your lesson, darling, you'd best learn from it."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa now - hang on!" Fyr snapped, twisting back and forth like a snake as Sasha fought to retain control. "There is no way you're fucking me there, Ropes, so you can just put that away_right now_ and give it up!"

Their laugh sent a wicked chill down her spine.

"Oh, Fyr, it's as if you still think you have a choice. It's very sweet, in its own way."

Growling, the dragoness snapped her jaws and bucked, but it was futile trying to throw her husband off as he lubed up his shaft. The slick rubbing of his paw could not be mistaken for anything else and then that familiar shape was pressed up to her rear, yet now sliding up to her tail hole and not her needy, dripping pussy.

She squeezed down, gasping as her head crushed awkwardly into Sasha's stomach, Ropes' knee keeping her leg stretched out off the sofa and to the side as he twisted her over the sofa, the cougar facing the back while his wife demonstrated just how flexible she was. Even if it was a little forced.

"Hold her, Ropes. It shouldn't take much to push into such a needy whore. Look how much my daughter wants to take every _inch_of her lesson."

No! No, she certainly did not! But there was nothing she could do - as always, she was helpless to their whims. Shrieking and screeching like a dragon possessed, Fyr snarled and growled until Sasha clicked her tongue impatiently against the roof of her mouth and shoved her daughter's muzzle back into her pussy. It took a moment for her to lick again and it was rather half-hearted at best, her struggles hardly diminished. Ropes purred and ran his paw down her back, positioning his shaft and then slowly pushing in with a long, slow roll of his hips.

Her tail hole offered him barely any resistance, too well lubricated for his uncut cock to clench down in shock, at least not initially. The stretch was different - very different - yet not entirely unpleasant, if she didn't think too much about what was happening. Perhaps he had been generous with the amount of lubricant he'd used and she briefly wondered if her husband had already practiced anal with her pregnant mother or another female completely. After everything that had happened, she wouldn't have put it past him.

Groaning, the dragoness sweated and shook, throat pulsing as she tried to scrape air into her lungs. Pain came with the stretch as Ropes buried the full length of his dick under her tail and then drew back, unwilling to wait on the fresh, tight hole he'd found to fuck, although it surely would have been easy for him to let her adjust to his size. Whimpering, Fyr turned her muzzle to the sofa cushions and closed her eyes, a tear squeezing out to roll down her cheek, where it was swiftly followed by the fabric. Yet when his fingers slipped around her stomach and back between her thighs to tease and rub over her clit, her head jerked up, eyes wide and tongue lolling out.

Heavens... The dragoness moaned, feeling fuller than she had ever been before, even though it was the same size cock as the one he always fucked her with.

"Fuck..."

"Oh, you like that, honey?" Sasha cooed, finally releasing her paws. "Now, show me just how practiced you are with that tongue of yours. I'm sure you can still concentrate well enough to please me while he's taking your second virginity."

Giggling, she shared a look with Ropes over her daughter's back as the cougar thrust, ears folded back and a near enough delirious expression on his muzzle. As if he could cum right there and then, he chuffed lowly and rammed in, trusting the lubrication and the fact that he'd eased in initially that his wife would be able to take him. Fyr groaned, long and low, and he didn't stop - not that she any longer wanted him to, cheeks burning and lusts rising.

Guiding her daughter's muzzle back to her pussy, not for the first time that session, Sasha purred and arched into her distracted licks.

"Harder, stud. Let's see how much she can take."

Ropes didn't need telling twice. Even as Fyr tried to give her mother the pleasure she craved, she couldn't drag her attention away from the thick length spreading her anal ring wide over and over again. He pressed against her g-spot through the barrier separating her pussy, intended for such treatment, from her tail hole and she cried out, rocking into his paw as he squeezed and massaged her clit in a way that made her feel giddy, lust rising like an unstoppable force.

But it was difficult to take him there and, unlike the sex she was used to, she could not take him forever. The dragon moaned and tried to distract herself from the shiver of pain; maybe a bit more lube was still needed. Driving her tongue into Sasha's pussy, she lapped up her sweet juices like a dragoness in a drought, whimpering and grunting as she was both sodomised and pleasured, chest tight and tail hole growing sorer and sorer by the minute.

It was a blessing that the cougar could not last long under her tail as the soreness grew more stringent, pain mixing with pleasure in a cocktail that Fyr could never have imagined as desirable. And yet she teetered on the brink of climax with the cougar grunting and groaning above her, slamming in brutally as he gripped her tail for balance and to add leverage to his thrusts. Squealing, she panted into her mother's cunt and arched back, begging for more even as her body cried out that it could take no more.

Yet she did not have to. Orgasm hit her first, deeper and more powerful than any she'd ever experienced. The new stimulation sent her crashing down the falls, the pounding water throbbing through her skull as she spun and spun and spun, unable to haul her tiring body back to the surface of the plunge pool. Just when she thought her orgasm was tapering off, a fresh wave of sensation tossed her to greater heights and she was lost once more, spinning and tumbling as her body bucked to his whim, nothing more than a cuckold-toy for her husband to use.

As she panted and heaved for breath, pleasure seeping away like water through the cracks between their fingers, Ropes grunted and suddenly sped up, ramming in as if his life depended on it. Even if he was not pounding her pussy, instinct drove him to breed, to cum, and he yowled as he climaxed, shuddering up to her with his tail lashing furiously. Hot cum spurted into her stretched tail hole, flooding her and seeking depths never explored, yet there would be no eggs to seed like there could have been if he'd been buried in her pussy instead.

Collapsing to the sofa in slow motion, Fyr groaned and stretched out her arms and legs, half-slipping off the side as Ropes eased from her sore under-tail. Her mind spun, lingering spasms of ecstasy making her leg twitch, and the dragoness moaned breathily, a stream of cum splattering from her abused hole. But the couple was done with her, her lesson learned - at least for the time being.

Blowing her a kiss as Sasha leaned back on the sofa with her legs spread for Ropes' attention, the couple left her to clean up and take stock of her experience. And yet it didn't seem that the dragoness was capable of understanding what had happened, turning her muzzle up into the warm water as it soothed the exhaustion from her body, leaving only a not unpleasant soreness and tingles of lasting erotic pleasure.

It hadn't been that bad. Not really. Not if it got her to orgasm like that.

Making her way back down to the kitchen when she deemed herself clean and ready, Fyr paused in front of the stove, nostrils twitching. Just what had she forgotten...

"Oh fuck!"

Dinner was well and truly ruined. Cursing, she tossed the saucepan in the sink and turned on the tap, a plume of steam rising in a plume from the seared mess. She coughed and stepped back, flapping her wings to clear both smoke and steam, eyes watering. The darned fire alarm would be going off if she didn't take care of it quickly enough! And what would Ropes and Sasha say, after they'd already given her a lesson that had admittedly turned out to be a pleasure, if confusing? She winced. She was too darned sore to take that again, that was for sure!

"Fyr?"

The dragoness sighed, staring down at the charred remains of dinner in the sink.

"Yes?"

Ropes brushed his paw around her shoulder, his lips touching the back of her head. The dragoness shivered and leaned back into him, tilting her muzzle up to just about meet his eyes. The cougar smiled.

"Are you coming out?"

Fyr blinked.

"To dinner?"

He grinned.

"Of course. Our treat."

Her smile was the only answer he needed from her and sitting around the little table in the Italian restaurant, Fyr finally relaxed and laughed. Sure, her tail hole was more than slightly sore from his rough pounding and her mother slid her paw up along her thigh on more than one occasion, if only to remind her of her position, but she was happy. And sometimes, that was all the dragoness needed to know.

When she slept that night, it was blissful and dreamless, hour after hour of deep, fulfilling rest easing the aches and pains from her limbs. Perhaps she had not acknowledged just how much of a toll the constant housework and the grind of her day job had taken on her, but sleep had been much needed. What had also been needed, of course, was assistance. And it seemed that it was just about time for that assistance to come to light in a most relieving way.

Dreaming, she must have still been dreaming, she thought sluggishly as she slowly clawed her way back to the waking world, light streaming through a crack in the living room curtains. She rolled onto her back and stretched out her arms above her head, but the whispers and weight shifting above her could not be denied. And it was not, either, the familiar thumping of a headboard against the wall of the bedroom, a randy couple going at it as they were apt to do.

No... Fyr sat up, rubbing sleep from her eyes, the bedspread falling to expose her bare breasts, nipples perking into the cool air. The bedroom was not above the sitting room: that was the nursery. Something thunked heavily and one fur shushed another, only to a chorus of decidedly feminine giggles.

Fyr smiled. She'd known they would listen. They, like her, truly did have all of their best interests at heart. Perhaps the nursery would be the best in the world - just like she'd imagined - after all.

How many times did she have to take the cougar under her tail to get the two of them to help out in the barn too, she wondered?

Giggling to herself, Fyr leapt up from the sofa with renewed life in her limbs and shook out the stiffness from her body, tail whipping out with a curl and a flick to the tip. Well, maybe that was a step too far, but she could always hope. One step at a time. Her scales gleamed in the morning light and she carefully opened the curtains to peek out at the street beyond, hardly a neighbour in sight. Fyr sighed happily. Everything was just the way she liked it, right down to the soreness that told her that she had been well and pleasurably fucked.

Everything was coming together. And she might even raise her tail for her husband to use a more forbidden hole, if only he would give her another moment of his sweet, sweet attention. Grinning at her own reflection in the mirror above the fireplace, Fyr winked and held her finger to her lips.

But that one was a secret just for her.