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Broken Secrets

Chapter Three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Carenath and Fyr grew closer together, though it was a shame that the growing heat of summer, blistering into the pavement and chasing them from the parks, had rendered going outside in that heat a little harder to bear than usual. Dragons, a lot of the time, had greater trouble releasing heat from their bodies than other species, though some were less shamed about it and would simply sit with their jaws hanging wide open like crocodiles, allowing heat out in that way. Fyr's frills held a little there too, but evolution had rendered them more aesthetic than functional on her body, too small overall to really make any difference.

Being at Fyr's home so much, however, Car could not help but see Sasha around too, eyeing her out of the corner of his eye when he thought that she was not looking. He told himself that it was just a fascination with her, the dragoness being so different to his mom, and an interest in the family dynamics. Car had to admit that, growing up with his friends around, he'd never really seen a family dynamic that was anything outside the norm and Sasha being a single mom and a successful one too intrigued him.

Yet he couldn't just come out and ask her how it was to be a single mother! Hell, that was rude! Even Carenath knew that, which must have meant that it was extra rude, for he was still of the age where he was told that his brain was developing and stupid things still sometimes came out of his mouth with a greater frequency than he was honestly proud to admit. At least, he hoped that was why he sometimes blurted things out without thinking, though he wanted to be on his best behaviour with Fyr.

He didn't know what he thought of her, lying under the shade of the trees in her garden on a hot summer's day, a day off for both of them, even though Car wished that they had even more time together. Fyr rested her head on his stomach, lying on her back too, though it was not the most comfortable of positions. Looking down at her, the drake could not find it in himself to care, not as her chest rose and fell softly in slumber, finally relaxed, even if it was still boiling out there. She'd been having trouble sleeping lately, even when he had stayed over a couple of times, frankly quite amazed that Sasha had even allowed it. He'd thought the walls there were quite thin, but maybe that was why the dragoness did not mind - she'd find out if anything untoward was going on there anyway.

Not that it mattered. They were both adults and, well, adults enjoyed sex. That was simply the way of it and he grumbled softly under his breath as his shaft tried to rise to attention. It was Fyr, he blamed, the dragoness' bosom swelling up with her breath, even if it made him chuckle faintly too to see that he was so turned on by such a comparatively small thing, something that should not have had him wanting her just like that, a snap of the fingers getting him hard in an instant. He was on a hair-trigger, or so it seemed, with her all the time, wanting her, though his heart warmed with more for her too that he wasn't so sure that he was ready to explore.

Yet he was in no rush and neither was Fyr. Like with any relationship, they'd figure things out as they went along.

Later that day, eating a quiet dinner with Fyr and her family, Car could not quite sit still. It was as if there was a strange scent in the house, something that caught his attention, even though he could not quite place it.

"Did you get a new room spray?" He asked lamely, though it was something that his curiosity simply was not going to be happy with otherwise, not unless he asked. "It smells... Um..."

Kao gave him a look, though the drake, to be fair, could hardly look up from his plate while he was eating, practically inhaling his food.

"What? There's nothing new here. Right, mom?"

Sasha rolled her eyes.

"Like you'd tell, hon. Eat more slowly, you'll choke."

In like form, the spitting image of her but as a male, a younger one too, Kao rolled his eyes right back at her. Of course, he did not slow in his rapid pace of eating either, eyes briefly darting back and forth. There was not much in the world that could distract him from his food, regardless of what was going on around him.

"No, nothing new, Carenath - why do you ask?"

"Oh, uh..." He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Just thought there was something here, it smelled a bit familiar, you know? Thought that maybe it was something that mom used to use. I've been looking for something nice for her birthday."

Sasha smiled.

"That's kind of you. Although Kao always manages to get me a birthday present, the strange thing is that the gift and the card always seem to have Fyr's handwriting on it..."

Fyr laughed, snorting into her glass of lemonade, bubbles going up her nose, tail flicking back and forth under the table. It was not something that she was going to deny, but she was always going to make sure her mom had the best presents she and Kao could afford, even if Kao was "rather useless" at getting them.

Kao scowled and blushed, but refused to say anything against what had been said or in agreement to it, hunching down and deepening his darkening scowl. His tail curled around the leg of his chair, even though Sasha tried to pat him on the shoulder and make him feel better, the younger drake too grumpy to really respond to it in any way.

"He'll come around," Fyr said, chuckling a little as she set her knife and fork aside. "Mom, that was delicious, thank you."

Car smiled. The sincerity in her words shone through, regardless of what she was saying. Was everything about Fyr so simply genuine? He liked it, rather a lot, in fact, though he could not remember finding someone ever that he had been as drawn to as her.

Was that what finding "the one" was all about? Did that mean that he really was head over heels in love with her? He hadn't figured that one out yet and even though he had told himself that he was going to wait and see what was to happen, it felt as if something was driving him forward, nipping at his heels, telling him to hustle, not to waste any time. But if he started running in any direction as fast as he could, that stood the chance too of getting exactly where he didn't want to go far more quickly than he would have otherwise.

That was one lesson that he had learned, though it had come with difficulty, having to catch up on study in school that he had forgone. He'd started an internship in woodworking, thinking that that was what he'd wanted to do. And yet he had not realised the demands of that job, the long hours and the poor pay, that he was being taken advantage of.

He'd leaned hard into that back then too, even though things had come right with hard work, striving for a different course in life, though he still enjoyed working with his paws when the opportunity to do so presented itself to him. It was good to make something, though he did it only as a hobby, playing with more intricate craftsmanship rather than simply making functional items, however well-made they were or regardless of the high quality of wood that he had ended up working with.

With that in mind, Car did not want to rush things. Yet it was so hard not to when his heart beat so fervently for every one of Fyr's kisses.

He stayed over that night, though the heat of the night kept him awake with Fyr, the dragoness touching him, but only barely. The door was locked and the curves of her naked body showed through clearly in the brief light of the moon cast through the open window, highlighting the edges of her scales.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, only wishing that it was not so warm that he could touch her more, to be closer to her. "Do you even know how damn beautiful you are?"

Fyr blushed, half-turning away from him, her nipples perking up softly in the cool air, though she did not feel cool at all, not with Car with her.

"Stop, Car, you're going to make me blush."

She loved it really. It had been so long since someone had spoken to her like that and Carenath treated her with the utmost devotion, things sparking and crackling between them. However could they keep things casual when they all felt so damn good when they were together?

Slowly, she reached for him, afraid to break the spell of the moment, linking her fingers through his. Only the one paw touched and Carenath smiled, returning her grasp, squeezing her paw lightly.

"Yes?"

"I don't know what I'd do without you now," Fyr murmured, unable to look him in the eye, her tail curling back and forth off the side of the bed behind her, restless. "I don't want to say this... I don't want to go too quickly... But I really like you, Car. Like, really like like you."

He knew what she meant, but the beauty of the kind of relationship that they had meant that no further words were at all needed as Fyr came in closer, accepting the warmth of his kiss with a low, deep groan that seemed to rise up from the depths of her very soul. Maybe it was the spell of the moonlight or the way that the curtains fluttered ever so faintly in a warm breeze, but the moment was right and Car's body responded to her swinging her leg over his hips.

"Damn, Fyr..."

He swore lightly under his breath, glancing at the door, but she caught his muzzle again with her lips, sharing breath, reassuring him that it was indeed locked, that no one was going to walk in on them unexpectedly.

Everything was fine, nothing was wrong. Nothing at all.

"But we have to be quiet."

So very quiet, so as not to arouse suspicion, for Fyr's bedroom there was ill-placed between Kao's and Sasha's, one on either side of her. The dragoness did, however, have the best view of the garden and the most private window, the trees outside blocking any neighbours from seeing up to her private window set into a corner of the house. Kao and Sasha had more discreet windows, but there was still the risk, more so with Kao's where his window looked out over the front street. Guys could generally get away with going topless in their own rooms or whatever even if there was a chance of being spotted by a stranger.

Carenath didn't know why he was thinking like that, wondering, even then, how private Sasha's room was. He could only tell of Kao's for the fact that he'd hung out there a few times with him to play video games, one of the older, nostalgic systems that they'd somewhat bonded over. Kao was still suspicious of him, in a way, but seemed to have been at least somewhat reassured that Car had no true ill intentions towards his sister, which was something, at least.

Maybe he wouldn't have minded too much if someone could hear them, even as he kissed Fyr fiercely, the nude dragoness practically begging his attention, Car's heart pounding, not wanting to stop himself. He dove between her legs as his cock swelled to full hardness, blood pumping to all the right parts of his body and by no means his brain, huffing and panting, his flickering, darting tongue seeking out the teasing sweetness of her nectar.

"Ohhh..."

Fyr's moan rang forth and yet Car did not want to quiet her, for the sound of it made his heart leap, pounding harder than ever, singing for her. He doubted that there was a better place in the world for a dragon to be other than between her legs, though he deliberately left out, in the privacy of his mind, what part of him would be between her legs. His tongue darted into her, curling up against her G-spot - or at least trying to. He knew where it was, roughly, but was still a drake who needed a little more experience in that regard.

But Fyr's warmth gave him plenty of time to enjoy that, the experience of it, how her thighs squeezed around his head, a soft layer of fat giving her suppleness while muscle lay beneath. She was strong, stronger than she let on, though he loved her, in his own way, exactly the way she was. It didn't matter to him how her body was for it was something that Carenath could not help but lust for, how her moans rose, her toes curling, legs trembling as she strained to keep it all in.

"Car..." She gasped, grabbing at his head, half-twisting to one side. "We've got...ah...to be...ohhh...quiet..."

But it was not the drake who was struggling to be quiet in that moment as he growled into her sex cheekily, tongue sweeping up and around the nub of her clit as he tenderly suckled it into his mouth, lips folding around it. The effect on the dragoness was electric, hips shuddering and jumping as if she had been struck by an electric charge, grunting thickly in the back of her throat. It was cute, so very much so, how she simply could not keep herself under control, yet Car doubted that he would ever have wanted to truly see her so restrained, his heart pounding for the sweetness of her juices.

For some reason, though he could not quite place why, he wanted her more than ever, bringing her off to a squealing cry of orgasm, which she only just about managed to muffle in the pillows. Car's tail curled lustfully back and forth, overwhelmed by the heat of the dragoness around him. In the darkness of her bedroom, the only light there to see by that of the moonlight reverently brushing her scales as if with an artist's tool, he was more passionate than ever. Yet did there even have to truly be a reason why as he growled, lapping up her essence, losing himself in the moment? Carenath was not so sure, not so sure at all.

Yet he knew what he wanted as he moved over her and Fyr drew the drake in against her, welcoming him in, though her legs spread and wrapped around his waist before he could try another position. On her back, she purred sensually, reaching back behind her head to grip the bars of the bed headboard, something that, in hindsight, she was glad that she had not gotten rid of in line with other styles of bed. Whatever position would she have found herself in if not for something to hold onto, to keep her rooted and grounded as passion swept through her?

She grunted, blushing heavily, yet the heat of her blush seemed to sweep through her entire body as his thick length found the folds of her pussy. Her partner's muzzle pushed in close to hers as they shared breath, tongues tangling for a heartbeat of a moment, though Car could only kiss her more deeply than ever as their bodies joined once more in carnal bliss. His lips and maw swallowed up her cries as he powered into her, her folds slick with her arousal, which could not have been denied even if Fyr may have wanted to.

She was hot for him, heat simmering through her veins as if the drake there with her was a life force that she, suddenly, could not live without, though the moment was not one that Fyr could explain either. As she cried out into his maw, his hips worked powerfully, sending every inch of cock that she ever could have desired into the heat of her snatch, her pussy closing and rippling around him. Not that the dragoness would have said that she was at all in control of the muscular contractions of her body in a moment like that, moaning, groaning, crying out, head swirling and spinning with so much lust that it was a wonder that a young body like hers at all knew what to do with it.

But it was all an experience and one that Fyr wanted to lean into even more hungrily, the warmth of his strong body against hers intoxicating. Even the scent of him, his spicy body wash, ginger and black pepper, invigorating as her nostrils quivering... It all drew her in, how his tail flicked back and forth, brushing the bedsheets even further aside, not that she at all needed them to keep warm with in the heat of the night. The summer was a time for lust and fun, indeed, and maybe it was high time that she found a little more of that for herself, following Carenath down the path that he had already opened the door to, all for her.

The drake, however, could not stop himself from rising to the lure of passionate orgasm so quickly, far too aware of every thrust, how his cock pulsed within her, throbbing deliciously. It was as if "his" dragoness was tighter than ever, her pussy rippling, clenching, so very tight around him that he could not resist it, greedily taking him in even as his thrusts sped up.

The bed creaked under them, headboard bumping back lightly into the wall with every thrust. Somehow, neither of them could find it in themselves to slow in the slightest. It was the way of it, passion coursing through, all in time with the drum of their hearts beating as one, Carenath engrossed in thrusting into her pussy over and over again, the rhythmic pump of his hips coming with a little shudder every few strokes. For he was close, his cock strained, the dragon raking in a panting gasp, tail curling around the semi-raised post at the foot of the bed, anything for some kind of leverage.

He did manage to kiss her deeply, however, even though he could not have been at all sure just how loud his groans, in the end, had been. His balls ached, sending spurt after spurt of seed into Fyr, kinky in the extreme, though he was glad to know too that, of course, she was on the pill. They wouldn't have wanted anything untoward to come from their bodies coming together, after all, only a great sense of fun and lust. They weren't ready to be parents by a long shot, whether together or alone, and had already taken precautions against that, but, oh, if it wasn't hot to cum bareback into her, his cum flowing forth, seeming to fill her up to the brim.

Of course, that was merely a sensation presented by his mind, overwhelmed with lust, the tip of his tail twitching as the dragoness quivered under him. As the pace of his thrusts slowed, Fyr released her grip on his waist a little with her legs, allowing them to splay slightly, muscles aching, her body shivering, though she was not cold at all.

"Oh, Car..."

She held him tightly to her, her face pressed down into his shoulder as she took in a shuddering gasp, the heat of his rod inside her all that she had thought she could ever want. It made her feel whole, as if there was nothing else in the world for her, though even she did not know whether or not she was ready for the depth of emotion to come forth. But she didn't have to explore it, if she was not ready for it, not quite yet, at least, which was at least something.

Car would be there, she knew he would. Whether it was something more developing between them or merely a summer fling, a romance that would end as sweetly as it had begun, with no hard feelings or bad thoughts between them. It would be what it was meant to be and she had gone into it knowing too that she was okay with that. To have his body against her, to feel his strength, the drake matching her in every way and providing for her too, well... What more could she want when he delivered every last jot of emotional support to her that she thought she ever could have needed?

All she'd ever needed, in the end, had been someone to show her a little more fun, how to let go of stress, to smile and play. That would be a lesson that she would forever take forward from the drake.

She sighed, nuzzling at his shoulder, the drake whispering to her, though she did not catch his words. Sleep tugged at her, drawing her down, his cock softening, so very slowly, inside her. She might not have been done with Carenath and his heart-warming lust for the time being, but sleep had to come, the drake yawning blearily, chuckling at himself.

"Come on, Fyr, we should rest."

Just a bit, yes, a little bit of rest.

The morning would bring another day together and neither dragon could wait to get there.

*

Sasha was glad that Fyr had found herself such a smart, young drake to be with. It was good to see her daughter putting herself out there, all in the way, of course, that made her life better. She'd wondered, sometimes, if her solitary life - what she let on to her now adult kids, anyway - had had a bad influence on Fyr, though there was little she could do about that. It was not as if she was randomly going to grab and drag in another replacement husband, simply because she wanted to present a typical, traditional, "oh so perfectly normal" family structure to her daughter and son.

What Sasha knew was that sometimes life did not work out the way one wanted it to. And the best representation she could give her kids of change was in picking herself back up, dusting herself off and carrying on, finding herself, healing, growing. Of course, she provided for them in every way they could have ever dreamed of through their childhood, not rushing them to move out either, even though it had been Kao who had been grumbling and making moves towards that.

Still, the drake was pleasing to look at with a strong jaw and sparkling eyes that reminded her of her younger days, the few flings she had had back then. They had been the sort of romances, fleeting and whirlwind, to give her a lust for life, to show her that there was more, even back then, than whatever she had sunken her nose into. She had never stuck with anything for long, however, back then, giving her a wide skillset and range of things to get into. That, in part, had contributed to her success later, the wide range of experience that had allowed her to move and live comfortably in the working world of a single mother.

Sitting at the kitchen table, Sasha curled her tail back and forth, shifting her weight, a cup of iced tea cradled between her paws. The condensation beaded, dampening her palms, though the cool was relieving as she wiped a little off the cup, transferring it to her muzzle, her temples, even down her neck. The day was so warm that Fyr and Carenath had dragged her old paddling pool, a small pool that was designed for much younger furs, out and had the hosepipe pointed at it. She only wished that she'd had the pool put in when Fyr and Kao had begged for it but, amongst so much else going on in life back at that time, there hadn't been the money for it. That was sad, but the kids didn't seem to remember.

Fyr shrieked outside as Car splashed her and Sasha chuckled, the moment taking her back. Oh, it had been a different time then, more years than she cared to admit to, back when she'd been nineteen, fresh-faced and looking to her future, though it was a time that, even then, that her own mother had been pushing her towards being a housewife. That wasn't the sort of thing that would have suited Sasha, however, not by a long shot, and she'd taken great pleasure in jetting off on road trips with young dragons, even a cougar once, not really discriminating between the furs that she dated and hung out with.

Sasha would not have said that she was intimate with all of them, only a handful. A handful was all that it had taken for her to find herself again, to look deeper inside to see what she really wanted. But there were few and far between memories better than sitting on the hood of a guy's first car with his paws on her hips and a dragon's lips pressed, ever so sweetly, to hers.

She still remembered what he tasted like, the cigarette smoke lingering on his breath, the gum that he chewed. It wouldn't have been her thing anymore, not by a long shot, but, back then, Sasha had loved it. And that had been all that it had needed to be, their bodies coming together, the grind of that dragon's length between her thighs setting off explosions within her akin to fireworks. Only those fireworks had been set off within her body as they'd sat at the lookout point, tucked back from view, on a picnic blanket that she'd brought out with her. She hadn't known, on leaving with the drake that day, that she was going to have sex with him, but that was how things had ended up.

His paws on her body, tracing the outline of her breasts, how her nipples had always seemed firmer when he was around, even through the firm-cupped brassieres that were in fashion then. Everything about the memory of him had her feeling as if she was a much younger dragoness again and the thing was that Carenath was the spitting image of him, even down to how he drew Fyr in against him with a cockier grin than ever, spinning her around.

"Car - noooooo!"

Yet Fyr did not want him to let her down, not as Sasha watched them play and remembered when her own young lover, in times gone by, had kissed her so passionately that she'd thought her heart might leap out of her chest. He had looked like Car, so very much like Car, and Sasha propped her chin upon her hand as she smiled, reminiscing, feeling his paws on her all over again.

And yet...there was a difference there that she could not deny, starting a little, shaking herself from her reverie, the image of her old lover fading as Car replaced it. The dragon, of course, who was with her daughter.

Sasha chuckled to herself. Sure, Carenath was a fine young dragon and might have reminded her of an old flame of hers, but it wasn't right to keep staring. Maybe she should have a look on that dating app again, to see if there was anyone suitable for her. It was always an option to go out and have fun, but, at her age, the guys always seemed to be looking for something else.

"I'll have to keep trying," she said to herself and the empty kitchen, though the playful shrieks and squeals of the two outside at least helped, in some small way, to ground her in reality. "There'll be someone there, I know there will be."

But maybe, from time to time, she would sneak a sly look at Car, just to remind herself of what it had felt like back when she'd been young.

Only once or twice.

*

"Fyr?"

Car entered the house slowly, the front door open. Fyr had said that Kao had most likely left the door open, so he was all good to go right on in while she waited at the tennis courts for him. On a rare, cooler day, they'd taken the chance to get their rackets out and play a casual game. Although it had gotten a little bit sweaty, there was no true competitiveness in their game, though Car had been called into work for the evening, just a little something where he was being asked to assist someone else. He wasn't entirely sure what he needed to do there, but it meant that there wasn't time to pop back to his house.

Fortunately, he did have a reasonable enough change of clothes in his car and, for the evening, his work had said that it was okay however he turned up. It was not as if he was on call anyway, a young drake who was pushing on with his career, and could not be expected to be always presentable and accessible for office norms. But getting clean and removing the sticky stain of some kind of fruity smoothie drink from his chest was certainly something that he needed to do.

It had been an accident, a slip of the paw by Karen, but it just had not come off his scales easily, even if Fyr had tossed him a towel pretty much immediately. It worked differently in how certain liquids soaked into fur or stuck to scales and not just anything could get it out. Thankfully, more often than not, a good shower and wash down with scale-fresh would do the trick, though it did mean that some accidents caused issues from time to time too.

Fyr's house was closer for Car and he was glad that he'd been able to duck in there, though it felt weird to him to run to the shower, the little downstairs ones, holding his clothes, Fyr telling him to just grab a towel from the closet. The one that he grabbed was large and soft and somewhere between pink and purple, but he didn't have any time to waste as he darted in, locking the door and stripping down.

"Come on, come on..."

The little shower room was just a spare bathroom, a side one to the family bathroom that was upstairs, but it was just about big enough for him, even if it was a little more difficult to not knock his horns on the showerhead. There just wasn't enough height on it for him, even though he tried to wiggle it up a bit more.

"Hm..."

The dragon shifted his weight, head swinging back and forth, but there was something there, something that rose in the rush of hot water over his scales, warming him through when, really, he should have been cooling off to a better extent. It was warm still and he needed to hustle, even if it had been them that had called him in and not the dragon who was, technically, late. He wanted to leave a good impression, however, for his work, and was soon out of the shower, despite certain parts of his body being a little less than amenable to his state of hurry.

"What?"

He shook his head, his shaft at half-mast as he tried to towel off, though it was not as easy as it should have been to get his length to soften again. There was really no need to it as he cursed under his breath, trying to ignore it, rubbing the dampness from his head, down the length of his muzzle, back up and around his horns.

That scent... The dragon slowed, forgetting why he was hurrying, pausing with the towel draped down his face, a soft aroma clawing at him. The insistence of it did not seem to match up with the light, lilting fragrance of it, yet it wound into his nose more persistently than anything he had ever considered before, forcing him to take deep, gulping breaths.

"Unnfff..."

Maybe it was one of Fyr's towels, he told himself dimly, though it was hard for him to think straight, his cock swelling to full hardness. The tip gleamed with the faintest, tiniest hint of pre-cum, yet the drake was more ready to go than he had ever been, a part of him wanting to rock his hips even then, to grunt and to thrust.

But what on earth was he doing? It was Fyr's bathroom! Not even an en-suite or anything, nothing at all private about it! He couldn't handle his dick in there, no matter how good that scent was. Yes, yes... He thought. It must have been Fyr's towel, there couldn't be any other reason for it, none at all, even though he grunted softly, chest juddering.

He just wanted to take in more and more of it, scales heating up more than they had outside that day, soft and clean after his shower. Guiltily, for it did not help his situation in the slightest, he held the towel to his muzzle, inhaling deeply, licking his lips, eyes half-closed.

"Unff... God, Fyr..."

His cock twitched.

No, no, no - that was quite enough of that! Huffing and grumbling to himself, Carenath towelled off strategically after that, trying to think of the most boring sports in the world to get himself soft again. Baseballs bouncing, flying through the air, furs running, trying to catch it, to be the best... Yes, that was boring enough, at least for him, though a part of him wondered if that would be the case for someone else who was actually into baseball.

He might not have softened all the way, but it was, at the very least, enough to get him into his underwear and jeans. They were not office smart clothes, but they were good enough, checking the time on his watch and sighing.

"Damn it..."

Hopefully, it would be good for him to go in, though he did lament not being able to spend the evening with Fyr. He did not yet work all week, having a good bit of time off still to spend with her, and the benefit of working at his age was that he didn't have the influx of "life responsibilities" to deal with, all the background admin that went into holding a life together. That was very much not a part of things that he at all looked forward to in the future.

But all would come together, he was sure of it, his T-shirt slipping on over ever so slightly still damp scales. Bundling up his clothes, he darted awkwardly from the bathroom, checking about once again to see if he was alone there. If there was no one else home, should he lock the door behind him? He didn't even have a key, but he could always use the ones by the door, lock it and put them back through the letterbox.

"Ohhhh..."

He paused, turning around.

"Hello?"

He was sure that he'd heard something, but the sound did not come again. Was that a groan? Worry knotted his brow and, even though he was late, he could not pause. What if someone there was hut? He couldn't just leave them, not when there could be something wrong. Even though he knew Fyr was out, if he'd known he'd left that idiot Kao on the floor somewhere with his head cracked, which would be very like Kao if he'd slipped doing something stupid, he just wouldn't forgive himself.

What he did not know was, the towel still in his arms, that his shaft was hardening again, more quickly than before. It tented out the front of his jeans crudely, drawing attention to his state of mind and presence of being, leaking pre-cum, slippery and slick, into his already marked underwear. It was not that he had intended to drip into his underwear earlier that day, of course not, but things had happened like that as he slowly eased his way up the stairs.

Step by step, something changed. He went straight past Fyr's door to Sasha's, breath caught in his throat. For the drake knew that something was going on there, something that he could not quite put his finger on, but that he was more than excited to be a part of all the same.

He didn't raise his voice, as quiet as a mouse, heart hammering, cock throbbing. Something was wrong and something was right as a strange vibration emanated through the wall of the bedroom, though the gap under the door was so small that he could not flatten himself to the carpet either to peer under it. That might have looked funny, to be honest, but there was nothing funny about Car sucking in needy breath after breath in short, sharp puffs of air, his pupils dilating.

There was something there and he shook his head, straining without knowing what he was doing to clear his head of that scent, though it had already infiltrated his lungs. Up there, it was stronger, stronger than it had ever been on the towel, though one thing was clear and that was that it most certainly was not Fyr's scent, not in the slightest. But it was similar, yes, richer and more intoxicating, something like the sweetness of cherries mixed with the richness of a more luscious fruit still.

If he'd been more with his senses, perhaps Carenath would have been able to identify that scent more closely, grunting softly, whimpering, though he tried to stay as quiet as possible. For what was taking place in Sasha's bedroom was more alluring still. He could not have known how her heat was upon her, though for anthros that was merely a need to have sex more, a time when they were ovulating and ripe to bear more offspring.

If she'd known it was coming on, she would have taken care of her needs more aptly, but, instead, it had slammed into her while the kids were out, her chest heaving, gasping, staggering up the stairs with her paw in her underwear, driving her fingers lustfully into the heat of her sex.

"Ooof... Yes..."

Holding back had simply not been an option and, thankfully for her, it was not as if either Kao or Fyr were home, which was a blessing indeed. It allowed her the ability to kick her bedroom door closed, even if she did not lock it, panting heavily, toppling onto the bed, grunting, hips rising, thrusting.

It was too much for her, fire burning through her veins, even her scales aching, itching at the edges. It was like being in heat of the very first time, all over again, and not even Sasha could understand why that was so, why it had come on so strongly, suddenly. As much as the dragoness moaned and twisted, grasping and floundering for the toys in her bedside table drawer, she just couldn't get them into her paws quickly enough.

A rampant rabbit. Oh, it was the toy of choice for so many ladies, but one that came with a certain air of laziness to it. Sasha groaned, underwear strained between her thighs, though she could not quite remember where her trousers had gone in the process of getting her heat-struck body upstairs. Or had she been wearing a skirt?

No matter, no matter... Nothing like that could possibly matter anymore, only that her heat was satisfied, the lust coursing through her, licking the toy salaciously, almost as if the dragoness was putting on a show for some imaginary male. With a low, deep moan that didn't quite sound like it belonged to her, she slurped on the silicone, a mechanism inside that allowed it to vibrate and a battery compartment, though she was sure it already had fresh in there. When it slid into her pussy, well-lubed as much as she could with saliva, her cries rose forth, echoing off the walls.

An instant orgasm. Oh, it was the best, the best thing that she could ever have imagined - at least then. It was all that she wanted, all that she needed, tail thrashing, messing up the bedsheets, though that like so many other things had ceased to matter in the passion of the moment. If only she had a strong drake there with her, someone to fuck her, to cover her, Sasha's mind running rampant as the toy vibrated inside her, pulsing against her innermost walls, her pussy slick and soaked with her own arousal.

"Ah, yes... Yes..."

She didn't have to thrust and grind the toy, but she still did so, all so very greedily, needing it, panting for it, her tongue hanging out over the edge of her muzzle as if she was a slut who couldn't think of anything else other than sex. It may have been true for her, but Sasha still though that she should have been better able to handle her heat at her age - it was not as if she hadn't experienced them before, after all!

But it was different, something stoking the fire of her need like never before, panting, moaning, hips thrusting, grinding, needing it all, needing everything so very much. There was no holding back from it, not as she cried out, twisting back and forth, hardly aware of what her body was doing. All she knew was how damn good the toy felt inside her, how nicely it filled her, even if she wanted a thicker, deeper cock that would stretch her out in the way that a dragoness like her needed so badly.

It trembled and buzzed delightfully up against her G-spot, however, sending her over the edge, hastily burying her muzzle into the pillows, biting one. Heavens, why was it that she was being so loud! It didn't make sense, no sense at all, but she couldn't think about anything but how her blood pulsed through her, heart pounding, driving and beating for the bliss of her ultimate pleasure.

It had to come, though not slowly, not even as she rolled over in bed, blinking. Was there something wrong with the light in there? She swapped that toy for another, though the thicker dildo slid into her more easily as she tried to catch her breath, rocking onto all fours and grinding back on it. It put her in a better position, a pillow in her jaws, but she was facing the door and something, however small, was not quite right there.

Had she left something in the hallway? She cocked her head, but the drive of her heat was too great for her to linger on the thought, fingers rubbing her clit fervently, sending her spiralling into heart-stopping orgasm all over again. She was barely with herself, yet she was sure she saw something there, a thump that did not come from her, even if the pillows did end up scattered all over the place afterwards.

No... No, the sound must have been her, had to have been her. There was no other explanation for it, none at all, and, frankly, Sasha had forgotten all about that strange sense she'd had in the middle of her bliss when she was aching and sprawled out across the bed at the end of it all. Moaning softly, she dipped her fingers into the slickness of her soaked pussy, rolling her juices and evident arousal between her fingers, smearing it across her pussy lips. Nothing else mattered in the afterglow, though she was too warm and aching, in a different kind of way, for a cool, long shower.

Only one knew what had gone on that day and he was off and busy trying to work with something very notable thickening in his underwear and his trousers that, while "okay" enough to work while called in at short notice, now had a damp spot at the crotch...

*

Car could not have explained what he'd heard with Sasha, for he had not lingered there for all that long. The reaction of his body had been too great and sent him scarpering, heart pounding, barely able to comprehend what had even happened. Of course, he did not tell Fyr had he had suspected, though avoided Sasha as much as he could, putting more physical distance between her and him than he did with Kao, though Carenath could not tell whether Sasha noticed or not. He didn't ask.

Still, things were good between him and Fyr, though they seemed to have sex more than ever. Even a few times over at his house while his parents were out, seeming to go on more and more dates to rekindle their romantic relationship. He supposed that was something that they had to do after being together for so many years.

It offered them time and space, even after work, to enjoy one another, though Car could not help but be drawn back to Fyr's house repeatedly. That strange scent that had been so potent to him before was not Fyr's, for she'd gone into heat herself and they'd needed to use condoms too, which had been a bind. So, he knew that he was not responding to her scent, which made it feel worse in a way, even if he did not honestly feel all that bad about it. If he didn't know why something was getting him so hard and randy, did that honestly make him any kind of a bad boyfriend?

He didn't think so. After all, he hadn't done anything and he still didn't know what it was that he was supposed to have done wrong. It just wasn't in Car's nature and he relaxed a bit more, paddling with his feet in the kiddie pool with Fyr, even though it didn't do as much as needed to cool them off.

"Why don't you have a shower?" Fyr suggested, seeing that Carenath was struggling with the weather once again. "It'll be nice and cool... I know you'll have to put the same clothes back on today, but it'll help at least a little bit."

Yes, yes... That was a nice idea and the poor drake was so strung out by the heat that he went along without saying anything, even if he had never actually had a shower or used the upstairs bathroom before. Fyr had a little private one (something about needing something separate to her brother when they were growing up) and he'd mostly used that, if he wasn't popping into the downstairs toilet when needed. They had more bathrooms there, to be fair to them, than Carenath knew what to do with, though he was grateful to slip into the shower there, which was set over the bath in a family style bathroom.

The door clicked into the latch, but there was no latch, at least not one that he spotted.

"Ahhhh..."

Cool water streamed over his head and the drake turned his nose up into it, letting it flow over his skull, around his horns, streaming down his back and sweeping the heat from his body. It was stored up in his muscles, his hips lightly rocking, though, for once, his cock did not even want to harden, his body merely basking in the relief that was some sense of being cool.

Footsteps.

The drake tensed, glancing at the door, though there was a shower curtain in the way, something to at least hide his body from someone else if they didn't realise he was in there. But if it was Fyr he wouldn't have minded that at all, growling softly in the back of his throat, though he had to laugh at himself too. Well, it wouldn't have been like him, not with Fyr, to not get turned on quickly all over again once his immediate needs had been taken care of... It would be hot if she joined him.

Yet there was no one there, or no one, at least, that wanted to introduce themselves, which was stranger to Carenath than he realised, even later, thinking about it in bed on his own. Someone paused by the door, hardly moving at all as if they were trying to be as quiet as possible. But they must have known that he was in there, with the rush of water streaming forth, even if there was no steam. He squirmed in place, wondering if he should stop, call out, do something to make sure that there wouldn't be an embarrassing conversation later, though his nostrils twitched.

Little puffs of breath, needy inhalations... He didn't know, didn't understand it, licking his lips, turning his head back and forth. Yet they were gone, hind paws moving off down the hallway before he had the chance to understand just what it was that was happening there. He groaned softly, one paw over his muzzle, though the hardness of his cock throbbed, something slight, however light, lingering on the air. He just hadn't realised it at first, that there had been someone in the shower not all that long before him, that there had been a swill of soapy water in the bottom, that there had been damp towel hung up on the other side of the door.

Later, maybe, he'd realise. But it would be Fyr he'd shift and wriggle next to on the sofa for the rest of the day, huffing and grunting, wanting to retreat to her bedroom but Kao was around, watching him. It was as if the other drake could sense his need too, even though Fyr was well and truly able to take care of herself and whether she wanted to spend time with Carenath or not. Once or twice, he managed to get her paw onto his cock, making her grope him, though she gasped and drew back, teasing and flirting with him, coyer than he had ever seen her.

"Car! Oh, no... No, I can't..."

It was a tease designed to wind him up even more, but that all came to sweet fruition later as he fucked her hard, Fyr's moans rising, though it was just as well, in that case, that they were in the back of his car. The seats were not all that comfortable, but it was enough for them to get their needs met even in the cooler heat of the evening, grunting, moaning, letting passion rule their summer.

They didn't try to go out too much more after that, Car hesitating when he said good morning to Sasha, wondering why she gave him an ever so slightly warmer smile than usual. Was there something that she knew that he didn't?

Of course, Sasha was only being friendly. He was the boyfriend of her daughter, after all, and a fine young dragon too. He was good for Fyr and that made Sasha happy as she sipped at her coffee, swilling the liquid around her mouth even as it threatened to burn her tongue.

They didn't do anything untoward, but shifted a little closer together again, removing that distance that Car had, perhaps inadvertently, put between them. If he didn't understand, it was no reason at all to back away from Sasha, he reasoned, for it would have been even weirder still for him to shun her. And he didn't want to do anything at all that could possibly cause friction between Sasha and Fyr.

He showered there a little more often too, growing more and more comfortable with the presence of being in the house, his surroundings there. Sometimes, he even waited outside the shower when he knew that someone else was in there, though it could not have been Fyr, not minding the soft, sweet smell that came forth. The drake told himself that it was body wash, shower gel, but even then he knew that it was something more. If Sasha ever knew he was at the shower door too, she did not tell, letting his shadow linger, the shape of his hind paws showing, bare, under the door.

But something was changing, a shift in dynamics, however small it was at that moment. Kao sensed it too, skulking and stalking around as if he thought he would be needed by Fyr at a moment's notice, keeping an eye on her, even being more helpful than usual. It was something that Fyr cottoned on to also, though she had no real explanation for why her brother had changed how he had been for so many years already.

Still, they were just looking, enjoying, two dragons enjoying the view of each other, the closer proximity, even though they still very much kept a respectful distance. That was in stark contrast to how Car sat so close to Fyr most of the time that their legs were touching, needing that scale on scale contact more than ever. He grunted softly as Fyr traced her fingers up his thigh when they watched a movie, the living room plunged into cool darkness, but his attention flickered to Sasha, wondering if she liked what they'd selected too.

Somehow, even then, there was a connection between them. Sasha was so kind, though she didn't remind him so much of his mother but maybe a caring aunt. Carenath grinned and blushed a little. A hot aunt. But that did not mean that it was a bad thing, not even as he curled his tail possessively around Fyr's ankle, drawing her in a little bit closer to him still, the dragoness nestling her head on his shoulder. It fit perfectly into the crook of his neck, though Carenath felt Kao's eyes on him, burning through the darkness despite everything.

There were words to be said and discussions to be had, but the enjoyment of the moment was something that everyone, in one way or another, had learned or was coming to learn. Sometimes, there was no sense at all in wondering or worrying about things.

Everything was fine. And would continue to be fine.

Yet something had been started that could change the course of the family forever.