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This story was written for Fyrdrgon. It contains sexual acts between consenting adult herms, heat related horniness and impregnation/pregnancy. :3

The Cat's Fire

"God... yes..."

Fyr had been waiting for this all day. She didn't know what it was, but... well, no. That was a lie. She knew exactly what had been making her so horny lately, and it was resting inside her. It was the same thing that had caused the herm dragoness' belly to swell, and her breasts to enlarge to an even more bountifully plump size than had been the case before. She was horny because she was pregnant, and within her body hormones were raging to such extremes that every emotion, every desire was heightened. No fewer than four times that day she had been forced to stop what she was doing to masturbate. Three of them had just been quickies; a towel placed down on the couch, pants off but other clothes remaining in place, a couple of fingers and a thumb twitching rapidly back and forth over her swollen clit. She hadn't even gotten her male side off, the ache predominantly focused within her more feminine nether regions.

The third of the four sessions she had been forced into by her own body however had been somewhat more intense and lengthy. She'd tried to just use her fingers, but for some reason she just hadn't been able to hit the right spots. Her body had refused to grant her the release that seemed so tantalisingly close until she had ventured upstairs and grabbed a vibrator to slip inside herself. Her clothes had fallen aside in their entirety as she lay down upon the bed, and before Fyr had known what was happening she was hammering her pussy through not one but a whole series of rapid-fire climaxes, painting her belly and breasts with streaks of cum as she jerked her throbbing cock off at the same time.

And yet despite that, despite all those releases she had granted herself that day and many days in the recent past, she was still desperately happy when Ropes arrived home from work. She growled in rapturous joy when the demonic puma returned home, took one look at the pleading smile with which he was greeted, and took hold of Fyr's hand. He knew what she needed. He knew what he had to do; the most basic recompense for fucking her into this pregnant state in the first place.

"Harder."

The hermaphrodite puma's own, more masculine body slapped its hips against Fyr's red scaled buttocks as she knelt before him on all fours. A pillow gently supported her stomach and provided her cock with a soft surface against which to gently hump as the dragoness' pussy was filled by Ropes' uncut cock. Fyr moaned and begged for more as her lover fucked her, but not nearly as hard as he could. Not nearly as hard as she was used to. She looked back over her shoulder, groaning in desperation and fixing Ropes with a pleading stare.

"C-c'mon. What the fuck are you doing? Fuck me!"

He didn't say anything. He barely reacted at all, just giving her the smallest of nods and the slightest of smiles before picking up his pace ever so slightly. Not nearly enough.

Before long Fyr found one of her hands delving between her legs, reaching around her belly and struggling to begin fondling her clit as she would have during her solo sessions. It felt good to have Ropes' cock inside her, but she wasn't looking for a casual romantic fuck. She wanted to get off. She wanted to be satisfied so that she could go about the rest of the day without that constant ache between her legs.

"I... I'm such a slut. Oh god, m-my body... it needs your cum. Needs your cock, s-so deep. So hard."

She moaned not just loudly but theatrically, knowing how much Ropes loved it when she got all slutty and shameless. How he loved to tease her. To make her blush and squirm in humiliatingly intense lust, before driving her to greater and greater extremes. Closing her eyes she let loose the deepest, most guttural grunt of longing she could muster, and waited to feel Ropes' demonic tendrils springing forth from his body. Wrapping around her arms and legs. Stuffing themselves into her muzzle, wrapping around her throat to restrict the flow of air as he picked up his pace.

But... no such impassioned fury followed. Just the same rhythmic slapping of furred flesh against scales, the occasional moan of pleasure from Ropes and more frequent, desperate whimpers and gasps of frustrated longing from Fyr. It continued this way for several minutes without further speaking, without any communication between the two lovers at all really, until finally Fyr felt her lover quicken his pace. At last. At last, she thought, he was getting serious. Giving her what she asked for. Maybe before, it had all been something of a long con. Teasing her. Getting her all worked up thinking that was really all she was going to get. But in truth...

"A-ah... fuck, yes..."

Fyr's eyes bulged.

She let loose a cry not of pleasure, but of shock, of stunned frustration as all of a sudden she felt hot cum lashing out against the inner walls of her entirely unsatisfied pussy. She felt Ropes trembling as he held himself against her, cock throbbing and pulsing as it let loose its load, and then as quickly as it had started, it was over.

Ropes pulled back. Out of her, and flopped down alongside Fyr upon the bed with a placid smile.

He reached up, stroked her stunned and utterly aghast face, and murmured wearily.

"That was great. Thanks."

For a few more seconds Fyr stared silently. Then, as calmly and quietly as she could while she felt Ropes' cum trickling its way back out of her still burning, entirely unsatisfied and soaking wet depths, she growled to him.

"Thanks?"

Her eyes widened, then narrowed as he failed to even look at her; eyes closed as he seemed to recover from his orgasmic high, no doubt revelling in its pleasant afterglow.

"Thanks?! Ropes, t-this... this wasn't me giving you an afternoon treat for fuck's sake. You know how I've been this past week. W-what my hormones... what the bump, our bump is doing to me!"

She Pulled herself up onto her knees, gesturing to her belly with one hand and rubbing it affectionately with the other.

"I needed to cum. I needed you to make me cum. Hard. H-hopefully more than once. But that... what the fuck was that?! I didn't even know you could fuck like that. So bland. So... so fucking average."

She knew that what she was saying was pretty cruel. Or at least that it would have been for any normal partner. But, her and Ropes' relationship had never been normal. On any given day her needs and capacity for pleasure were obscene by any average person's standards, but still they were nothing compared to those she was used to seeing from Ropes. He wasn't just a sex fiend like her, after all. He was a demon. A literal, actual pleasure demon given corporeal form. He had done things to her, made her feel pleasure to levels that would have driven any normal person mad... and indeed had briefly done so to her on many occasions past. He had made her raw. Aching. He had left her screaming and begging to let her stop cumming in weeks and months and years gone by.

So, to say what she said now may have been harsh and angry, but it was all true. And what did the puma herm have to say about that? What was his response to her furious accusations?

Ropes shrugged.

"I guess I'm just not in the mood right now. Sorry."

Fyr felt a surge of fury, but immediately in it's wake something else too. Guilt. Concern. She may have been horny as hell, but she still loved her man. Her beloved puma. There was a reason they were married. A reason she had pledged her life and indeed her very soul to this demonic entity in such a handsome form.

"It's okay. I... I know I've been... demanding this last little while. But... Ropes, you can't feel what I'm feeling right now. H-how needy. How hot my body's burning. It's like I'm in heat all over again, b-but... but I know I don't need to be made pregnant, obviously. It's just the passion I want. The pleasure. I just... I just fucking want to cum over and over again, until I pass out."

Without even realising it Fyr looked down and saw that as one hand continued to caress her belly, the other had now drifted down and was stroking her own thick cock where it protruded from the yellow scales that ran down the front of her body.

"But, please, Ropes. I... i-if you could just... I dunno, d-do something. Use your tentacles. Reach inside yourself and find that fire I know is there. M-make yourself ready. Or, hell, just use your fingers. Your tongue. Do something. Anything to make me scream. To make me lose my mind. Anything to make this feeling go away. T-to help me feel a little peace, so I don't spend the next hour fucking myself senseless with my biggest, thickest dildo before I can even start on dinner for us."

She stared down pleadingly at Ropes. He stared back up at her, his pale, pupilless white eyes blinking slowly every so often as though he was lost in thought.

It took about a minute before he shifted, pulling himself up onto his elbows and regarding Fyr more sincerely.

To the dragoness' abject horror though, he shook his head as he spoke, his voice as calm and weary as before.

"If that's what you need to do, I understand. I don't mind dinner being a little late."

Fyr knelt, stunned and utterly dismayed, as Ropes pulled himself upright and shuffled closer to her. He kissed her gently once upon the forehead, then slid off the bed entirely. He gathered some clothes from his drawers on the far side of the room, and without even stopping to dress here carried them out of the room with him, closing the door carefully in his wake.

The dragoness swallowed thickly.

What had just happened?

Where was the man she loved? The man she craved?

She knew he sometimes found other lovers, but even if he'd been with one of them and had his most urgent needs sated there... this wasn't Ropes' way. If he'd been cheating, he'd have told her that he was with someone else. Teased her with the fact that he'd wasted his energy on another person, and that if she wanted to earn his affections she'd have to work for them. That was the devilish demon of a man she knew. The man she'd married.

She moaned desperately. She needed him back. She needed her Ropes back from wherever he had gone. And if he wouldn't return to her of his own accord... then just as she was about to do now, she'd have to take matters into her own hands.

Rising from the bed, Fyr stumbled her way to her own drawers. She pulled open the one in which was stored her various toys, and just as she had promised both her husband and herself pulled forth the biggest, thickest rubber cock she owned.

Moments later she was laying back down upon the bed.

Moments after that she was gasping, grunting in bliss as she pressed the tip of that thick black rubber cock inside herself, hurriedly driving the rest of it in deeper and deeper. And after that...

"Yes!"

She grunted as she began to masturbate in earnest once more. Cumming hard within less than a minute with one hand driving the toy and the other rapidly rubbing at the herm's aching, rock hard cock.

"Yes!"

Another orgasm followed mere minutes later. Crashing over Fyr and crackling through her like electricity, but serving only as a charge to entice her into the next. And the next.

Indeed it wasn't an hour but an hour and a half before with a cataclysmic roar and a final spray of juices from both pussy and cock, staining the already sodden sheets and painting her rounded, fertile belly with yet more streaks of cum, Fyr found herself sated. Or at least if not wholly satisfied, temporarily granted respite from the most frenzied urgency of her needs.

When she went downstairs to begin cooking dinner, Ropes was asleep on the couch in front of the television. Fyr didn't wake him. She didn't say a word to him, and even when they sat down together to eat dinner almost another full hour after that, their conversation was as bland and plain as his love-making. It was as though all the fire, all the energy had been drained from the man she knew.

By the time their plates were clean, Fyr not only knew she had to do something to get Ropes energised once more. She had to do it soon. And by the time he had finished the washing up and joined her in the living room for a quiet night in front of the television once more, Fyr was already smiling from behind the screen of her phone.

She didn't know what had driven Ropes to this state. But at least now she had a plan.

She stared at the website pulled up on her phone's browser, and licked her lips as she placed her order.

Just a few days.

Just a few more days, and if things still hadn't improved... if Ropes still hadn't pulled himself out of this funk, she would drag him from it. She would remind him what it felt like to need. To crave. To be as desperate and needy as she was.

And then she would not only give her husband what he would doubtlessly be craving, but claim all that she herself was owed, too.

***********

"Oh my god. This tastes amazing, Fyr."

The dragoness smiled as she took a bite of her own dinner. It certainly was tasty, though perhaps a part of her own hunger was more due to the fact that she had spent the forty-five minutes prior to cooking this meal furiously masturbating than the deliciousness of the meal on its own merits. Four days had passed since Ropes' first truly demoralising attempt at pleasing her, and since then things had gotten no better. Fyr was hornier and more desperate than ever, and her husband was still just as apathetic and disturbingly lacking in any of his usual sexual zeal. If it hadn't been for Ropes openly confessing to her when she had been pregnant with her first two children that he found her pregnant form the most supreme turn-on, she might well have felt rather self conscious by his recent lack of any attentiveness. Instead, she had simply chosen to be patient.

To wait for her plan that she had set into motion several days before to reach fruition. And now, as she watched Ropes hungrily devour his plate of risotto, she could already feel her arousal returning with a vengeance as she prepared for that patience to pay off.

"I'm glad you like it. I bought all the ingredients in fresh. Everything prepared, chopped and cooked from absolute scratch."

She took another bite from her own plate, identical except perhaps for a little less greenery visible through the grains of rice, chunks of button and chanterelle mushrooms and creamy, gloriously rich sauce. Ropes growled happily as he swallowed the last forkful, only to shamelessly lift his plate from the table and lick it clean of the remaining sauce and flecks of herbs. He lowered it, panting slightly as he licked his lips clean, and belched loudly. Fyr just smirked as he practically moaned to her in his delight. At least he could still get passionate about something. It would be good practice for what was soon to follow.

"Seriously, Fyr. That was delicious. What... uh... what herbs were in it? I swear, I've never tasted anything like some of what was in that."

The dragoness thought for a few moments, counting off on her fingers the various ingredients in the dish. Of course, she knew exactly what herbs were present right away, but she wanted to let Ropes stew a little. Give her plan time to take effect. To take control within him.

"Let's see. Oregano. Basil. Parsley. Cat's Fire. A little Bay leaf."

The puma nodded, then frowned slightly. Fyr smirked as she saw his head tilt, and her body visibly tensed as she readied herself for the question that was sure to follow.

"Uh... what's cat's fire? I don't think I've eaten that before."

Fyr giggled, and it was all she could do not to crack her knuckles pointedly in that moment as she leaned back in her chair, rubbing her belly where it protruded beneath the light, loose t-shirt she was wearing.

"It's a plant they use in fertility clinics. Of course, they refine it for clinical use, but even unrefined it still does an amazing job of inducing heat in those who for whatever reason don't enter it naturally. It works amazingly well on felines in particular, hence the name."

Ropes stared blankly at Fyr for a few moments. Then he swallowed. He shivered, and beneath the cream of his rich fur coat, the dragoness saw him blush.

"W-what?"

The dragoness' smile grew wider and wider as his face grew more and more serious. She licked her lips and rubbed her belly a little more before that same hand rose up the length of her body, drawing the material of her baggy t-shirt up with it until her bra was in view. Her other hand freed one breast from its clutches, and began to tease affectionately at one firm, plump nipple.

"You heard me."

Murmuring under her breath, she watched Ropes for a reaction. For anger. For frustration. For anything but placid, fatigued calm.

He placed his hands upon the table, palms flat as though ready to push himself up from it, but then stopped. His face flushed brighter still, and he leaned forward with a rumbling growl of a familiar and intoxicating intensity that Fyr had missed so very, very much.

"You think you can drug me, Fyr? I'm not a cat. I'm a demon. God, I knew you were fucking horny as hell. I knew you'd spend day after day pounding yourself senseless with your toys while I waited for you to get needy enough, too much of a slut to wait and to earn my attention with your patience..."

Fyr's eyes flared with a mixture of relief and frustration. She had been right. Goddammit. This was all just a game to him. He'd probably been getting his rocks off with Chem or one of his other sluts, then coming home and driving her crazy by acting like he truly wasn't interested in sex. Before she could say anything though she realised that Ropes hadn't stopped talking, just trailed off for a moment as a violent shudder ran through his body.

"...b-but... I didn't think you'd sink this low. And all for nothing, because it doesn't work. It won't have any effect on me. You can't trick a pleasure demon into being horny, Fyr. I'm always horny. But it's my choice, my decision when I let it show. No-one else's."

Fyr didn't answer him. She didn't say a word, or even change the expression upon her face as he fell silent with another intense shudder. She simply lifted one leg from beneath the table, stretched it out across the space between herself and the puma, and planted the toes of her clawed, scaled limb upon the crotch of Ropes' pants. His taut, stretched out pants, obviously concealing a throbbing, desperate erection. Her toes rubbed back and forth. They wiggled and drummed themselves against the very tip of his member. She watched Ropes' eyes bulge. His muzzle fall open in the beginnings of a snarl that turned to a gasp of longing.

Giggling, she withdrew her foot.

She rose from the table, pulled her t-shirt up over her head, unfastened her bra, and in a fluid motion that took barely five seconds alongside all the rest of her disrobing, rendered herself entirely naked before finally turning away from Ropes entirely.

"I'm going up to the bedroom to masturbate, then. Unless you suddenly feel like joining me for no reason, since the drugs clearly aren't having any effect at all, maybe you can chill out in front of the TV. Or go fuck one of your bimbos if the mood strikes you later. Just... don't interrupt me unless you've got a very good reas-..."

She never even finished her sentence before she heard and felt a rush of motion from behind her. In an instant, Ropes' right hand was wrapped around her throat and his left around her cock. She moaned loudly, and obliged as he guided her rather roughly to the nearest door. Rather than passing through it into the hallway however the puma span Fyr around to face him once more and pinned the herm dragoness up against the closed wooden surface of the door itself. He rubbed her cock rapidly as he stroked her throat with the other hand, not applying any pressure at all with his grasp while his head moved close to hers. Muzzle to muzzle, eye to eye, hers wide and hungry, his bulging and shimmering with ethereal white energy.

"Do you have any idea what you've done, Fyr?!"

He snarled in a voice that wasn't quite his normal confident and passionate tone. It was more urgent. Frantic. Desperate than that. It had the same edge to it that Fyr had heard so often in her own voice lately, when begging Ropes to finally satisfy her increasingly abundant, fertile urges.

"Doing this to me. P-putting me... a pleasure demon, into heat?! Do you have any idea what that's going to look like? What it's going to mean for me? F-for you?!"

Fyr cried out, but happily so as all of a sudden not one, not two, three or the normal four, but at least ten tentacles sprang out of nowhere, lunging out of Ropes' back and lashing her in tight bondage around the arms, the legs and the midsection both above and below her swollen stomach. She shrieked in glee as she was lifted into the air by the demon's tendrils, and grunted in absolute ecstasy as mere seconds later she felt her legs swinging tightly around Ropes' waist and his own rampant arousal pressing against the swollen lips of her pussy.

They both bellowed and snarled as he slipped into her, the puma's hips beginning to rock, to fuck Fyr harder than he ever had in the last few days and only picking up in pace and fury as he continued.

"Yes! Yes, Ropes. F-fuck me... show me what you need!"

For a brief while his hips were a blur. All frustration, all anger was forgotten as Fyr pressed her lips to the puma's own, and he snarled hungrily as they made out with sloppy, slurping smacks of their lips and tongues that shamelessly teased and flicked against the tip of their lover's own with each renewed lip-lock. It didn't last though. And much as Fyr wished that it could have, she knew precisely why Ropes abruptly pulled out of her when he did. She snarled and gasped and clutched at him, claws digging into the quivering flesh of the green tentacles pinning her arms to the doorway, but wasn't surprised in the slightest as the demonic puma stared at her in dismay.

"Ah. Aahh , g-goddammit..."

He stared down at his own cock, throbbing and spurting hot ribbons of pre-cum even as it rested between their trembling bodies. He pressed his uncut length forward once more, but not against or into the dragoness' pussy. Against Fyr's own cock, which until now had been painting their two stomachs with pre-cum of her own. Ropes rubbed their cocks together, wrapping one hand around them as he gasped in pleasure, and stared deep into Fyr's eyes once more.

"I need this."

He released his own cock, and again continued to masturbate hers with one trembling paw.

"I... f-fuck. I need your cock. Your cum... i-in me. In my..."

The puma shuddered. He had never been ashamed of being a herm. Never been ashamed of the feminine side of his genitalia. After all, it brought him twice as much pleasure as having a cock alone. But this was more than lust. More than the need for pleasure. It was a sensation more natural, more pure than anything the demon was accustomed to despite his far longer than mortal life.

His hand left Fyr's throbbing cock, and moved to rub her swollen, pregnant belly.

"I need this."

Ropes shuddered again, so intensely that Fyr could practically feel the arousal dribbling down his thighs just as it was across hers.

"Y-you're going to fuck me again. A-and again. And again... until I'm pregnant. Until I know, until my body knows that it's happened. And then? Then, F-Fyr... I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you until you beg me to stop. Until you're so satisfied, so sore, y-you won't want to cum again until our babies are leaving for college. But first, you need to... I... I need you to do the same to me."

He released the dragoness. He set her down upon her feet once more, tentacles flailing all around in the air but no longer taking hold of Fyr's body, and stepped away from her. Stumbled in his lust back to the kitchen table where their dinner plates were still at rest, and bent over it. Raising his lean tail up high and spreading his legs, thighs indeed soaking wet with his arousal, for Fyr to see.

The puma looked back over his shoulder as Fyr slowly, agonisingly walked over to him, one hand reaching out to gently caress one firm cheek of the demonic herm's ass.

"Please. P-please... fuck me."

He begged, a little gush of hot, desperate ejaculate pouring forth as one of Fyr's fingers slid just low enough to tease the very base of his pussy's outer lips apart.

"Breed me. Please, Fyr!"

And though Fyr knew she could have paid Ropes back for his cruel teasing in that moment by waiting; by holding back for just a few short minutes, seconds even, she didn't.

She grabbed him by the hips. She growled deeply to the man she loved despite all his teasing and mocking and all the irreverent savagery with which she had so intensely fallen so many years ago, and with her plump, fertile belly resting gently atop his tight ass, she aligned her cock with his dripping nether regions.

He pushed back at the same moment she thrust forward, and as they began to fuck, as Fyr began to breed her husband, she heard the demonic puma let loose the most pathetically giddy, lustful mewling she had ever known to be possible.

The cat's fire was well and truly ablaze inside of Ropes right now, and it was up to her to fully extinguish that inferno with flood after flood of her cum.

And she would. Over the next few days, perhaps even the next week if that was how long it took, she would ensure that every last smouldering ember of her lover's passion was sated. But only if, and only when, he finally took the time to do the same for her.

By Jeeves

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