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This story was written for Fyrdrgon. It contains M/F and F/Solo sex involving consenting adults, as well as cheating/cuckolding and voyeurism. :3

Not As Easy As It Looks

The house was empty when Fyr got home at 1am. Of course it was. Ropes was probably at Chemical's place, stuffing his thick cock down the slut's throat and watching her finger herself as she choked on his cum. Or maybe he was fucking her, watching her pregnant belly and heavy, swollen breasts jiggle as she rode him, moaning about how much hotter she was than his wife. The red scaled dragoness snarled in fury, peeling off her jacket and not even bothering to hang it up upon the coat-hooks immediately to her left, simply tossing it violently to the ground with a grunt of effort before storming up the stairs.

How the hell had Ropes done it?! How the hell had her husband gone out and found himself a slut like Chemical, almost as horny and desperate to be fucked and filled as Fyr, but many times more of a shameless, whorish bitch to make up for it. He'd never had trouble finding someone to cheat on her with in the past, but this time... this time was different. He'd gotten the other dragoness pregnant. Pregnant with his kid before even giving his wife that opportunity. And even now, with their baby growing inside of her, he was still over there night after night when he wasn't bringing her shamelessly around here, fucking her senseless for all the world to hear.

Upon arriving home from work tonight and finding a note resting upon the dinner table, a note from Ropes not even lying about where he had gone or who he was with, Fyr had lost her cool. She had read that note over and over again as she prepared herself for a night out, dressing up in her most shamelessly slutty skirt and tightest blouse, peeling her wedding band from her finger and setting it down upon the bedroom drawers, slipping on some slutty lingerie before deciding to forgo underwear entirely. All the while the few words scrawled on that paper had burned in her mind and her loins with equal rage and frustration.

'Gone to fuck Chem. Don't wait up.'

Within an hour of reading that message, Fyr had been at a bar, flirting with as many guys as she could find. She'd stroked countless cocks to erection through the fabric of their trousers, growled and moaned to guys as they filled their underwear with cum as she let them grind up against her bare ass beneath her skirt upon the dance floor of the club she'd attended after the bar. And finally, after many drinks and many more shots shared with a handsome tiger, she'd let herself be led out of the club and into a taxi. Driven back to an apartment, and laid down upon his bed.

And for about a minute and a half as the tiger stuffed his perfectly adequate, average cock into her and humped like crazy, the dragoness had felt vindicated. She had felt empowered by her own ability to find a guy, to seduce them and to cheat upon her partner with them. Maybe she'd keep on doing this. Night after night. Day after day until she found someone who could put a baby in her as Ropes seemed unable or unwilling to do.

Then, after that ninety seconds had passed and the dragoness had just begun to wonder when this guy was going to stop fooling around and give her the real fucking he'd promised her on the way home, she'd felt the feline male tense up. She'd heard him grunt. Groan. She'd felt a pathetic warm trickle pour out into her, and then his weight fall limp over her own trembling, horny, drunken body.

"D-did you cum?"

He'd growled with such confidence, such pride, rolling off her and stretching out upon the bed, yawning and grinning to himself as he reached down and rubbed at his softening, glistening cock.

"Yeah. You're so wet. You came so hard, didn't you, baby. Just... just a little rest. Let me sleep a little, then you can suck me off if you're a good girl."

Needless to say, Fyr had left as soon as he was asleep. Trembling not in lust unfulfilled but in shame and disgust like she'd never before known it, she'd fled from his house and walked for almost an hour to arrive home again. She was cold. Her feet were sore. Her pride was not just dented but absolutely battered. How the fuck was she meant to find a man, any man, who could live up to what Ropes had so cruelly given her time to grow accustomed to throughout the years of their marriage? How could any mortal, even one who wasn't a pathetic poser lying through his teeth to get off inside a hot hole, hope to satisfy a pussy that had only ever known true satisfaction from a single source. No mortal, no normal man. A demon whose only domain was that of pure, carnal pleasure.

Fyr growled as she ascended the stairs and moved along the hallway to her bedroom, making an immediate and urgent move towards the same set of drawers upon which her wedding ring lay abandoned. She put it back on with a snarl of frustration, voluntarily slipping back into the chains by which Ropes so completely and utterly refused to be bound. But, trapped as she might have been in so many ways, Fyr at least recognised that she wasn't entirely helpless. She couldn't find relief with another, that was almost certain judging by today's experience. She couldn't find satisfaction or any real pleasure through cheating, not unless she met someone actually worth the betrayal she was seeking to indulge in. But... pleasure? Just pleasure, hollow and temporary as it might have been? That she could handle.

Fyr opened up the drawers and reached into the leftmost one, shuddering as she drew forth not just one but several items from within. A sleek silver vibrator with a black dial at the base. A white egg connected by a thin cable to a battery unit with a simple switch upon it. A thick, ridged dildo even larger in simple size than Ropes himself, and finally a long, thin wand-like device with a curved tip, its own plastic length semi-see-through and thus betraying the fact that it too contained a motor at the tip end.

Tearing off her blouse and bra after tossing her favourite selection of toys down onto the bed, the dragoness fell onto her back and kicked her legs up high into the air as she peeled off her skirt, swiftly rendering herself fully nude and eagerly, shamelessly grabbing for the dildo. She grunted savagely as she aligned it between her legs, rubbing back and forth as she closed her eyes and tried to imagine a man looming over her. Not Ropes. Not the tiger from the club. Not anyone she knew. Another dragon. A buff, strong dragon who would not just fuck her, but claim her. A beast of a man who would not stop fucking her until he could sense that the other dragoness was already primed and ready to swell with his eggs.

"Fuck me..."

She growled, breath ragged as without delay she drove the toy into herself. Fuck it felt good, spreading her open, stretching her more than she'd been stretched in weeks thanks to Ropes' utter lack of attention. Sure she'd gotten off in that time, barely a day passed when she didn't, but not like this. Ropes liked her tight unless he was the one who had loosened her up, so she'd kept her explorations to her fingers alone. But now the dragoness didn't give a damn if she was a little stretched and well worked. Indeed, that feeling was exactly what she wanted. And if by some miracle Ropes did come home and find her there tonight, and try to crawl into bed with her, then maybe she'd lie. Maybe when he slipped his cock into her and found that she was stretched and well-worked, she'd tell him all about the hulking dragon who had ravaged her till she ached.

Maybe she'd even tell him she wondered if she was pregnant, and that if he wanted to ensure it was his babies that grew in her, not those of another man, he'd have to fuck her long and hard for weeks and weeks without any breaks to care for or share his seed with anyone else, just to make absolutely sure.

The dragoness' gasps turned to grunts, then snarls and outright cries as she began to fuck herself faster with the thick dildo, holding its base with both hands as she drove it in deep time and time again. She stared down between her breasts, snarling happily in bliss as she heard the motion of the dildo within her growing wetter as she became ever more aroused, watching that almost foot long shaft vanishing into her and emerging slicker and slicker with her own lubrication each and every time. Minutes passed, far longer than the tiger had lasted, but of course the dildo did not tire. Nor did Fyr's arms, she simply wouldn't let them.

"Fuck me!"

Louder this time, more a command than a plea, the dragoness cried out as she pushed herself harder. Her muzzle hung open, teeth bared, panting in time with each fierce thrust of the toy inside herself. She bucked her hips up off the bed, pressing her feet and shoulders down into the sheets, lifting herself and arching her back as she drove the toy in at an angle that dragged its length across her uppermost wall, over the rough flesh of her g-spot. She screamed in pleasure, eyes bulging as she hit the spot at long last, and dragged the toy sharply out of herself. A brief fountain of juices lashed out across the room, arcing past the edge of the bed and onto the floor below. The toy returned and began to drive itself home once more with even greater fury, building up another potent wave of pleasure until Fyr simply couldn't hold it back any longer. Again she pulled the dildo out, again she shrieked and roared as she felt herself squirting, and again she drove the toy right back in as the torrent of her liquid lust diminished.

As the feeling built a third time however, it was different to the first two. Those hadn't been orgasms, incredible as they had felt. They were merely her body short-circuiting in a brief and fleeting way, overwhelmed by what it was feeling and unable to contain the results of said sensations. What built within Fyr next however, what surged towards her as she fucked herself harder and harder and deeper and deeper and with all the frenzied speed she could possibly muster through every cell of her body, it wasn't just a short-circuit. It was a full fledged explosion.

"Yes! Yes! O-ohh... ohhhh god... ohhhhhhhhhgod_yes_! C-c-aaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

She didn't pull the toy out as the savage impact of her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, shrieking and roaring mindlessly at the top of her lungs while hot ejaculate began to gush out against the base of the toy and the hands clutching at it. Pure pleasure overwhelmed the dragoness as she thrashed and continued to fuck herself, each thick slurping stroke of the toy deep into her tightly clutching and convulsing depths forcing another carnal wail from her lips. She pushed herself harder, she forced every last drop of pleasure from that orgasm as her body let loose a whole host of the frustration and pent up desperation it had been holding onto for a long, long time, well before Ropes had settled on Chemical in particular as his slut-of-the-year. But even as that orgasm began to wane and the dragoness slumped limp and panting to the bed, wings stretched out behind her with their tips twitching in satisfaction, she still found her mind returning to him. To them.

Tossing the dildo aside with a groan of longing and dismay all rolled into one, Fyr snatched up the wand where it lay close by, the bedding beneath it and indeed the toy itself streaked with flecks of her recent release. She rolled over onto all fours, pressed her face down into the cool side of the bed's pillows, and lifted her ass high up into the air. The much smaller toy slipped into her with absolute ease, and for a few moments Fyr was just gasping, murmuring with gentle but unremarkable pleasure as she slid the wand into position.

"Ah. R-right... right there... yes..."

She whimpered to no-one, to an absent lover as the imagined figure guided the toy to the same sweet-spot that she had been using to provoke such a potent reaction from her last round of oh so recent fun. Then she twisted the small dial upon the base of the wand, and she screamed. The dragoness roared into the pillow beneath her as intense vibrations surged through her already well worked and hyper-sensitive g-spot, the wand perfectly aligned to press directly against that flesh with the maximum degree of effectiveness. She didn't move it. Didn't push it in and out of her or twist it around in any way. Indeed the struggle came from trying to keep the device as still as possible as it buzzed violently within her suddenly twitching, clutching depths and hands that were weakened by the intensity of the pleasure surging through them and every other inch of Fyr's scaled form.

Another orgasm crashed through Fyr mere minutes later, more juices squirting, more screaming, more pure and unbridled pleasure crashing over the dragoness in extremes greater than anything than she had hoped for even before the disappointment of her rendezvous with the tiger. Still though she held the toy inside her, still she roared and bit down upon the pillow beneath her, drooling into its fabric almost as liberally as her pussy was soaking the sheets behind her raised ass and thrashing tail. She came again, light-headed from the sheer violent intensity of that blissful feeling. And again after that. It was only upon her fourth orgasm that Fyr felt her body growing too tender, her g-spot too overwhelmed by the intense vibrations hammering directly against it to bear any more without pain surpassing pleasure. Once again her juices were launched clear past the edge of the bed as she pulled the toy out amidst her wild shrieking, and yet no sooner had that pleasure passed, no sooner was her mind forced to return to something resembling reality, she found herself moaning in longing.

She still needed more. So much more. If Ropes were here, if he were the one fucking her, he wouldn't have let her stop. He would have pounded her until she begged for a break, he would have pleasured her g-spot until it burned with fiery agony, and he would have done it in a way that made Fyr love every last second of it.

"F-fuck you, Ropes..."

Fyr snarled in desperation as she grabbed the bullet vibe, cranked it up to full power and pressed it feverishly against her throbbing clitoris.

"Ahhhyes. Yes. Fuck you a-aahh.. and... and fuck the bitch, too. I don't want you. I don't need you. I... I just need to cum. I just... oh god. Ohhh. Ohhhhh god, I'm... y-yes..."

The orgasm to which she was driven by such direct and forceful clitoral stimulation wasn't quite the same in terms of length and sheer loss of control as those that had struck her through the g-spot, but the pleasure did the job nonetheless. The sheer speed and intensity with which she had driven herself to that peak was a reward in itself, and the fact she only grew more sensitive as the first one passed only further helped things along.

Soon, though with the amount of pleasure surging through her frame the dragoness didn't honestly know whether soon was five minutes later, forty five or even more than that, Fyr was on her back once again. Legs spread as wide as they could go, heels digging into the damp bedding just below where hot arousal was flowing in a near constant river from her body's core, she held the egg to her clitoris with one hand while the silver vibrator was pressed in and out by the other. She pushed herself through orgasm after orgasm this way, grunting, huffing, almost seeming to choke at times as though she was so wrapped up in her euphoria that her brain forgot to continue to tell her that breathing was still a requirement. Everything ached, but nothing so much that she couldn't push through it and be all the happier when the next orgasm struck with the intensity of a lightning strike. If her scaled body could have sweat, she would have been drenched through, and indeed her midsection, her thighs and even her feet considering where they were now resting were glistening with the copious expulsions of the dragoness' euphoria. Fyr was exhausted, and yet not for a moment did it cross her mind to stop, to take even the slightest break from her masturbatory bliss. Parts of her might have wanted to rest, but all of the dragoness' heart and soul needed more, if only to keep herself from thinking about Ropes' absence for a few seconds longer.

It must have been close to 3AM when Fyr heard the distant yet familiar sound of a door, the house's front door, opening and then closing. She had just cum for the... no, there was no sense in even making an educated guess. She had just cum again, one of countless orgasms delivered by the vibrator even though its batteries had run dry some time ago, and even now was rubbing at her clit feverishly with the trembling fingers of her right hand. The dragoness sat bolt upright, and the hand on her clit flew to her muzzle as she stifled an instinctive cry.

"R-Ropes..."

She had tried.

God, she had tried so hard not to want him. Not to care that he said he wasn't coming home tonight, or to wish that he had been here to pleasure her instead of these intense but still pitifully outmatched masturbatory devices. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't resist him. She loved him. She was married to him for god's sake.

She needed him. His arms around her. His lips upon hers. His cock deep, so deep in her pussy, and his demonic tentacles all over her, using her beyond every mortal limitation and then just a little more for good measure.

Still with her hand at her mouth, now suckling upon the fingers stained with her juices and imagining that soon it would be his cock in their place, Fyr dragged herself out of bed and lunged upon unsteady, jelly-like legs towards the door. She tumbled to all fours as she rushed out into the hallway, and rather than trying to steady herself against one wall simply began to crawl desperately towards the upstairs landing as she heard movement from below. Maybe Ropes was taking his clothes off downstairs. Maybe he knew what she was up to, able to smell her thick arousal heavy in the house's air, and was planning on surprising her. On bursting through the bedroom door and tackling her, fucking her mercilessly before she even knew he was there. Fuck, she wished she could have let him done that. Instead though, her pouncing upon him as he ascended the stairs would have to suffice.

At least, that was the plan right up to the moment where Fyr actually reached the landing, passing from solid hallway wall to the railings which looked down over the lower floor of the house and the front doorway area. It was then she saw her husband, every bit as handsome and every bit as naked as she had hoped. Her joy turned to ashes however, then to jealous fury all over again in a raging inferno, as she saw the figure kneeling between his legs. Ropes was standing in the middle of the hallway, head tilted back, looking right up at where Fyr was kneeling, but with his eyes tightly closed. His hands were gripping tightly at the horns upon the head of the green and black scaled dragoness currently deep-throating his cock, and four thick, green tendrils were protruding from his back, wrapping around the rear of her head and even more tightly holding onto her, pulling and pushing her back and forth so that she barely had to do anything but hold her lips pursed together as he fucked her face.

"Such a good, needy little whore. I wish you'd had your eyes open when the cab driver heard you cumming. He nearly crashed. He was watching you suck me off the whole rest of the way. Watching as I slid your skirt higher and higher up until he could see my fingers in you. Making a mess all over his nice leather."

Ropes looked down just as his eyes were beginning to open, pulling Chemical's face away from his crotch and growling as his erection twitched sharply, launching a streak of pre-cum out across her shining scales.

"Do you have any idea how much of a shameless slut you have to be to get fucked so hard that your bed breaks apart... then to beg to be taken to another bed, rather than call it a night?"

With her muzzle still hanging open, eyes fixated upon the demonic puma's cock, Chemical gurgled happily and nodded.

"Your kind of slut. N-now... please, take me to bed. Take me t-to... to the bed where you fuck her. To the bed you fuck your wife. Lie my down beside her w-while she's sleeping, and let me look at her face as she wakes up with you pumping my pregnant belly full of even more of your hot cum."

Ropes' tentacles released their grip around the back of the dragoness' head, but rather than leaving her body entirely alone they simply relocated, wrapping around her shoulders and under her arms, lifting Chemical to her feet even as Fyr readied herself to scream that the bitch was out of luck, that she wouldn't be able to lie down in their bed without doing so on sheets already soaked with her own cum. She never did cry out though, watching transfixed, half shocked, half amused as Ropes grabbed Chemical by the throat and pinned her to the nearest wall, though the amusement was short-lived when she saw the dragoness' eyes roll back in apparent glee at the rough treatment.

"Or I could fuck you right here. Make you scream so loud she wakes up. We'll see if she has the balls to come down and stand up for herself, or if she'll just lie back in bed, touching herself and wishing she had the guts to do something to stop me cheating. To stop me taking what I want, wherever and whenever I want it."

Fyr's eyes bulged in shameful anger as she watched Ropes slide in between the other dragoness' legs and saw Chemical wrap hers around the male's waist with a stifled, half-choked moan of desperate desire. No matter what the truth, if they made it upstairs and saw the state of the bed, they'd think that Ropes was right. Worse than that though, far, far worse, was just how correct the puma was. Even now, as she trembled with visible rage, one of Fyr's hands was already between her legs. Already flicking, stroking its way back and forth across her achingly tender clit, her juices drooling out and dripping to the floor between her knees as she watched her husband's thick, uncut cock vanish into the pregnant dragoness.

The demonic male's tendrils wrapped around Chemical's wrists and ankles, not just securing her grip around Ropes' body but binding her in place there as the puma began to hump her urgently. He growled loudly, not holding back, not keeping quiet in the slightest, and urging Chemical to do the same.

"Scream for me."

His eyes glowed. His bucking into the pregnant dragoness grew more forceful, and more, and more until she threw back her head and shrieked in obvious, uncontrollable rapture.

"Louder. Let Fyr know exactly what I'm doing to you. Let her pussy flood itself listening to you. I want to hear you cum... but I want to know that she's listening in, and that she's cumming too. So horny she can't help herself, getting off to her husband fucking the mother of his first child because listening to that is as close as she can get to fucking me herself."

He fucked Chemical harder. Her whole body shook, and the hallway wall creaked as the wooden boards behind its wallpapered surface were put under greater and greater pressure as the dragoness as driven back into them time and time again. On the landing, Fyr was on her belly, one hand over her mouth and the other between her legs, humping down against three fingers in a silent frenzy. Her eyes were wide and filled with fury, but not nearly so much as they were overwhelmed by the pure lust of seeing Ropes at work. Even now she was imagining that was her pussy, imagining that it was her pregnant, heavy breasts jiggling as she rode him. It didn't matter that she knew why he was doing this, that she knew it was all to get her worked up and jealous. It was working perfectly, just as it always did. Ropes, after all, was a pleasure demon. And he was a pleasure demon who had chosen her to be his bride, not just because she was one of a handful of mortals who could truly handle his sexual appetites, but because he was able to handle those appetites while still being oh so easily wrapped around his little finger.

"Cum for me, Chemical."

The puma snarled as his hips blurred with the speed of their thrusting, tail whipping sharply back and forth as his own orgasm drew near. Within his embrace the dragoness howled at the top of her lungs, eager, desperate, frantic in her desire to obey him. She buried her face in his shoulder, biting down hard and still screaming all the while. Her toes curled, her back arched, pressing her pregnant belly into his smooth furred, strong torso.

"Cum for me."

Again Ropes snarled that command, but as he did so his head turned. His snarl turned to a devilish grin, and he stared up at the landing above.

His glowing eyes captured Fyr's own in their sights, and they sparkled with a delight that assured the stunned, overwhelmed, utterly humiliated dragoness of one thing. He had known she was there all along.

And again, staring at his wife now as he humped his pregnant mistress, ready to pump far from the first load of the night deep into her fertile womb, Ropes growled a lustful command which neither dragoness could disobey.

"Cum. Now."

By Jeeves

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