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When they first moved in with Candy, there was a little more courtesy: a sock on the door, at the very least, to keep her from barging in on the action was the least they could do. Keeping it locked seemed a logical step, but as the weeks went on and everyone became more comfortable in their living situation, John and Syrilia began losing track of their manners.

The old sock on the door was a thing of the past within a month. The door stopped being locked shortly after that, and before too much longer, Candy had to turn and shield her eyes whenever she walked past the bedroom of the young couple...but she could never remember to do that before she got an eyeful of the action, and she was starting to think they were doing it on purpose.

Her own advances were becoming more aggressive, in turn.

"Thanks again for making breakfast, baby," Syrilia pressed a small kiss between the ears of the wolf and bumped her hips against his arm as she picked up the dishes, knowing that the wiggle of her backside would catch Candy's attention. "Think you're ready to go burn off some of those calories?"

The golden dragoness was always trying to stay on top of her figure, but she had just a little extra cushion on her hips and her backside, making jogging a little less practical method for working out.

As far as going for long rides in the bedroom, however, they were absolutely perfect, and she wasn't making secrets about what they were up to, any longer.

"Right after eating?" John asked, still feeling the weight of the meal in his stomach.

The weight of his girlfriend's hips against his side, however, was more than enough of a distraction for him. It was _almost_enough to keep him from noticing Candy's glare, cast across the table and burning a small hole in his chest.

They're not really planning on fucking right in front of me, are they? She thought, feeling the burden of her sexual frustration growing by the moment. Her attempts to get in as a third wheel hadn't panned out thus far, but she was trying to be respectful of her mutual friends' relationship, all while mitigating her own lack thereof...and anymore, it was starting to feel like they were trying to get caught, in the hopes that she might get involved.

Whether she was looking into something that wasn't there, or simply listening to the cries of her body more than the whispers of her logic, Candy wasn't going to be denied if they were bold enough to put on a direct show for her.

"Don't worry, baby...I'll make sure to do more of the work," Syrilia assured him. They could have pretended they were off to go for a walk or something similar before, but after that, there was no mystery left about their preferred method to work off a hearty breakfast. "Come along, John!"

Giving his shoulder a tug, she walked past the wolf and made sure that he was following: she caught wind of the stare-down going on between her boyfriend and their roommate, and with a grin, she looked back at Candy, enjoying the envious gaze of her friend a little more than she should have.

They were pushing the envelope further than they ever should have in polite company, but the trail of clothes that littered the hallway back to their bedroom told the whole story for them, as Candy pushed her own bowl toward the middle of the table and huffed with the weight of her sensual burden.

Her fingertips went right under the table and between the open slits of her morning robe, pushing the silky fabric aside to reveal webs of liquid arousal between her thighs; a single palm eased through the mess, coming to rest on the hood of her clit, but that pressure was little more than a tease, providing no more relief than the sight of her friends wandering off.

She wanted me to know what they were up to, she mentally accused Syrilia, as two fingertips came together in a line. Resting the joined digits on the swollen nub of her clit, she gave a slow, purposeful rub over the spot and stifled her own gasp, but she was already frustrated...and by then, she was tired of fingering herself under the table, when she could already hear the frame of the bed shaking and trembling up the stairs.

It was already difficult for her to ignore the clues she'd been given, and feeling the burgeoning delight of just one minute of self-pleasure, Candy found it impossible not to play the voyeur once more, as she pushed her chair back from the table.

The first time she caught them, it was a genuine accident: that was three months prior, and ever since that day, she'd noticed how much riskier the young couple had become. She could only imagine that they were into the thrill of the possibility of getting caught, and she didn't blame them...but if they were using her presence for heightened pleasures, it was only fair, she thought, that she was cut in on the profits.

She knew what a risk she was taking by interrupting, but with her juices still dripping from her fingertips, she placed a palm on the inside of the doorframe and leaned around it all the same, drinking in the sight of a lucky, young wolf on the edge of the bed, and the eager dragoness that was bouncing herself to a climax in his lap.

"You said you were gonna do the work, and that's all you're giving him?"

For taking such bold and obvious risks, the pair still froze as the hybrid leaned in the doorway, wearing nothing but the grin on her lips.

"What's the matter? You didn't honestly think I was gonna tolerate you two fucking with the door wide open, did you?" she asked, letting her juices stain the wall as she stepped past it. She was the only thing moving right then, and the animated sway of her hips came with the elegant accent of her wings bouncing behind her, and her bosom delicately heaving before her. "You've been doing this for over a month; what's a girl to do? Pretend that she can't hear what's happening?"

John and Syrilia knew they were tempting fate from the very start, but some part of their combined thoughts truly believed that Candy would never actually act on the opportunities that she'd been given.

Now that the tiger-phoenix was standing there, gazing upon them like she'd taken the only seat at her own private show, they weren't sure what to expect: they never thought this moment would come, and the bashful look on John's face made it clear that he was far from prepared to perform for an audience.

"You know, y-you could always get your own boyfriend," Syrilia recommended, as she delicately stroked the fur on the side of her lover's cheek. "Instead of trying to come in and take mine away from me."

Candy snickered. "Who said anything about taking him? I just wanna borrow him for a while, since you're always flaunting him in front of me...showing off that big, tasty cock and keeping it just out of my reach..."

For his part, John couldn't help but feel a swelling of pride at being talked about in such a sensual fashion, but he didn't think that Syrilia would be so quick to give up her seat.

He was right to think that, but he also wasn't sure how much of a fight the dragoness was really putting up when Candy stepped in behind her and rested her breasts against the small of her friend's back.

"You finish letting your food settle, Syrilia. I'll make sure your boy is taken care of."

The whisper of those words sent such a chill through the dragoness that she stiffened up in place; John whimpered as her inner walls seized up on him with even greater intensity, but he didn't dare to wince his eyes.

He just couldn't miss the impressive display of the hybrid crooking her paws around either side of Syrilia's muzzle and holding it steady for a deep, powerful kiss.

Holy shit...my girlfriend is making out with our roommate...while we're fucking. Someone pinch me.

The trio were comfortable enough with each other that casual nudity wasn't out of the question between them, and even before they'd gotten risky with their sexual endeavors, Candy was flirting with both parties in passing, treating it as a playful part of their group dynamic.

It was always comfortable, but right then, there was a new level of intensity and a far greater level of pleasure for John, who felt Syrilia's body reacting to every delicate stroke of Candy's lips upon her own.

She was becoming pliable to the demands of her friend, and paws that drifted from a draconic muzzle were quick to slide across her flesh, down the patterned scales of her neck and into the gap of her cleavage, wanting to take full advantage of the chance she'd taken.

"So much softer than I thought they'd be," Candy whispered, breaking the kiss just long enough to let Syrilia gasp into her lips. "No wonder John's always letting you sit on top...how could anyone resist fondling these...?"

Eyes of muted silver looked down at the sight she was playing with, but thereafter, Candy turned her gaze to John, wanting to confer with a single look that she was coming for him, next.

This was simply her form of showing gratitude to Syrilia for what she was about to do; once she was started, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself, no matter the consequences for her actions.

"Don't say too much when you're in the heat of the moment, do you, John?"

He wasn't expecting Candy to address him, but then again, the wolf was still reeling from everything else that was happening.

"I guess I...I don't...erm..."

"You know how shy he can be," Syrilia spoke for him for just a moment, casting a glare at Candy for pushing him so hard. "You've gotta work him into things..."

"Pretty sure that pushing him into bed and jumping in his lap works just fine, if these results are any indication."

Looking over exactly the kind of display that she'd just mentioned, Candy wasn't going to make John do any of the heavy lifting, either: she wouldn't be able to properly work on her frustrations if she was in a compromised position.

She was just tagging in for Syrilia...and she was doing it immediately, as she wrapped her arm fully around the dragoness and tugged her from the midsection.

" H-hey! What do you t-th-

"Told you I wasn't gonna sit by and watch any longer," Candy reminded her, as she pulled back with a bit more force. She wasn't going to literally pull Syrilia out of the act, but when she felt such meager resistance to her suggestion, and even a slight buck from the dragoness, she had all the signs she needed to know that her friend wasn't objecting. " You're gonna do that, while I take care of what I need to!"

It was the kind of risk that she knew she was taking, but some part of Syrilia never believed that her friend would be bold enough to go through with what they both knew she was after, even when it was in her very nature.

Candy made no secrets about being a little bit bratty, but when patience wore thin and other methods failed, she wasn't afraid to take what she was after...and easing Syrilia to the side was just the first indication of that fact, as she wasted no time climbing into the bed and resting her paws on John's shoulders.

The wolf didn't have any chance to react; his cock was still glistening with the juices from Syrilia's arousal when Candy's tender womanhood kissed over the tip of it and rolled into place, ready and eager to prove that she was more than capable to substitute for the dragoness from time to time.

"Candy, are y-

"Am I about to fuck you?" she asked, cutting off the wolf once more and looking down at his shocked expression with a taunting smirk. "Yes. And I'm pretty sure your girlfriend is more than a little into the idea..."

Syrilia wasn't the type to become flustered...certainly not as easily as John, but she was starting to blush when she knelt by the side of the bed, her thighs clenched together in the vain hope of keeping her liquid arousal contained.

It was a wasted effort, and her thighs began rubbing together with anticipation as she watched, wondering what Candy might do with the situation, now that she's wrestled total control from the lusty couple.

"In fact...why don't you show your boy just how turned on you are by the idea?" Candy asked, keeping her petals in a perfect hover over the tip of the wolf's member. "I'm sure it'll help him relax a little bit if he sees you enjoying yourself; he's trembling so hard that the bed is shaking!"

Even if he wanted to, John wouldn't have been able to find the words to admit that he was quivering just as much with anticipation as he was with nerves: he'd seen Candy naked enough times in passing that he'd wondered how much of it was a coincidence, and Syrilia's willingness to let the hybrid push her aside made everything feel like it might have been a setup.

It was genuine and spontaneous, but if it were with anyone else, he couldn't have imagined everything going so smoothly, nor could he have been so calm about feeling such tight, soaking petals envelope the head of his cock as Candy's body grew tired of waiting.

"You're gonna put on a good show for your lady, aren't you?" Candy turned her attention back to John, knowing that Syrilia wouldn't be able to keep her paws to herself much longer. "I bet she'd really like to see what you're capable of when you cut loose a bit; you weren't even moving when I came in."

The weight of their breakfast wasn't sitting so heavily on John's tummy any longer, but when Syrilia claimed she was going to do most of the work, she meant it.

Candy didn't know if she was going to have the opportunity to sample the wolf again, and barring the possibility that the couple might properly open up to her as a third wheel, she wasn't going to take the risk of leaving anything on the table.

She didn't get a proper response, but she stole an impassioned cry from John as she slapped her hips down against his lap and completely engulfed his impressive cock, giving it a new, soaking home inside of her passage.

"Sure was n-nice of her to give you that kinda treatment after breakfast, but...I'm not that passive," Candy warned him, as she took a moment to sit in his lap and learn the unique shape and length of his manhood. "You'd better fuck me...h-hard...like you fucking mean it."

Candy's intensity was going to bring out the best of John, but it's was Syrilia's gaze, appreciating the show from the corner, that finally gave the wolf the kind of permission he was after.

His fingertips were still quivering as the reached up from the side of the bed, but they never made it to Candy's hips: she captured his wrists and pinned them back behind his head, and her new posture denied the wolf the sight of his girlfriend...only the full, soft perk of the hybrid's breasts were visible any longer.

It would have been all too easy to get lost in the hypnotic sway of Candy's tits as she picked a pace and rolled with it, but the soft cry of the dragoness in the corner was just enough to keep John from completely being taken.

"Can I...c-come closer?" she asked, embracing the submissive nature in her personality, showing a side of herself that was rarely exposed to John.

That Candy was able to bring that out of her so easily was a welcome surprise, but the wolf didn't expect the hybrid to give his girlfriend any sort of a break; he was on the right track, as Candy looked back over her head and admired the display of the dragoness, kneeling and spreading her petals for the pure, unbridled enjoyment of her roommate.

"Naughty little girls like you don't deserve that kind of reward," Candy suggested. "As bold as you were being, fucking him with the d-door wide open...you must have wanted this, so I'm afraid you'll just have to s-stay put until I feel like you've been adequately punished!"

Wings spread out behind the tiger-phoenix, rustling with the spread of her delights as she picked up her pace a little bit. She wasn't giving John much more than a sample of what she could do yet, but much to her elation, the wolf was keeping up with her slower, easier rhythm and even getting a step ahead of her.

Just as she thought, he only needed the proper clearance from his girlfriend to put on his best performance, and now that it had been given, Candy was ready to show the couple what they'd both been missing out on.

"As for you...you weren't exactly trying to caution her against her antics, were you?" she turned back to John, but she kept an ear perked to the quiet, bashful whimpering of the dragoness behind her. "You could have told her to close the door or move things inside any number of times, but you must have been enjoying the thrill a bit too much for that."

"I didn't mean to...c-cause all this trouble!" John confessed, but further apologies wouldn't make it any further than her cleavage, as the hybrid leaned over properly and pressed the warm gap into his muzzle.

She knew she didn't have to tell him to lick the gap...but it was more fun to drive the point home than it was to let him go at his own pace.

"You'll just have to make it up to me by taking that big, thick load you were saving for your girlfriend...and pumping the whole thing inside of me, instead."

It was only then that Candy revealed how much faster she could move: wings tucked back into her body as she humped purely from the hip, letting her breasts stay in the face of the stolen wolf. With each rocking pump, they jostled around on his muzzle, making it impossible for him to properly latch onto a nipple for a desperate suckle...but the sensation of his sloppy tongue brushing against her tits was a fine delight all the same.

Candy wasn't going to complain about that, and when she reached the peak of her thrusting pace, she found she didn't have the spare breath left to do so...but it was the surprising pace and depth of the wolf that finally took her final gasps away.

"O-oh...oh, fuck! You d-didn't tell me he was t-this good, Syrilia!" Candy cried out and tried to move even faster, hoping to outpace the wolf...but canine anatomy made him the perfect candidate to move quicker than she could ever hope to. "I had n-no idea you were keeping this kind of a fuck from me...y-you greedy bitch..."

Being called such a thing probably should have stung Syrilia, but the plentiful, natural juices that spilled over her fingertips were an obvious sign that she was enjoying the domineering treatment of her roommate.

She never would have guessed that she would be so turned on by the sight of someone else humping away at her boyfriend's length, but just as much, she couldn't believe how soaking wet she was at seeing John give his all to someone else. His hips were practically a blur, and she could only imagine how it would feel to be on the receiving end of that kind of an intense, driving fuck.

In the moment, she appreciated the soft ripple of Candy's flesh as John pounded into her body with all the effort he had left, but a hint of jealousy was starting to mix in with her excitement, spurring her to hump down against her wrist and soak the heel of her palm with the same juices that already coated her fingertips and knuckles.

"Getting r-ready to cum back there?" Candy didn't even bother looking over her shoulder; hearing the desperate, distant whines and the messy shlick of fingertips pumping so rapidly was all too familiar to her, but this time, she wasn't the one on the outside, looking in. "So turned on by the idea of me fucking your boyfriend's brains out t-that you..._nnf..._c-can't even keep from soaking the carpet?"

Syrilia hadn't noticed the tiny puddle forming between her legs: she was immediately flustered by the sight of it, but she didn't pay it too much mind...

...Arousing as it was, it couldn't hold a stick to the sight of watching John's sack slap up against the backside of the hybrid as he exhausted the last of his energy. Hips quivered as he tried to keep the jackhammering pace, but Candy knew she'd worked the lucky boy down to the bone...and she couldn't keep going much longer, herself.

"If you're gonna make a mess over there...I guess we'll j-just make our on over here..."

Leaning back and watching the spittle drip from her breasts, Candy stared down at a bewildered and exhausted John, but she stole some of his expression when she felt his length throbbing within: she hadn't expected such a powerful reaction from the wolf, but he didn't have the wherewithal to let her know what was about to happen until he was in the middle of his climax.

The weight of his knot pressed against her womanhood with a simply delightful sense of urgency, and the growing pressure came from within at first, as his seed poured into the soaking depths of her passage...and then, from outside, as slamming hips and driving force brought their bodies as close together as they could possibly be.

Syrilia had to swallow back her own orgasmic delights as she heard the familiar schlip of John's knot tying, but to see it happening with someone else was awakening a host of emotions within her...and the delicate trickle of her orgasm made it obvious which one was winning the day.

"That's...f-fucking big , John! Who knew you had s-such a huge knot hiding down there?" she asked, letting her own release pass over his shaft with a fresh, silky pour of her own plentiful juices. "Oh, wait... I knew...because you two kept teasing me with it!"

There was still sensual frustration in her statement, but it faded into a longer, eager cry as she adjusted to such an incredible weight and pulse: her womanhood was quivering around the bulge and milking the juices right out of it as they shook the bed with their mutual release.

The lack of history between them meant the tie wasn't _quite_perfect, but Candy did mention making a mess, and she was giddy at the feeling of his cum overflowing her womb and spilling back out of her stretched, well-fucked petals...especially when she could feel Syrilia's gaze upon their tied bodies.

"Remember how I said that you...ooofuck...s-still dizzy..." Candy trailed off for a moment, her eyes struggling to focus. "Said that you could only get up when I told you to, Syrilia?"

Silently, the dragoness gave a nod, knowing she wouldn't be able to open her pursed lips without crying out in her own song of bliss.

"Well, I'm not washing these sheets...so if you wanna keep them clean...g-get over here and make yourself useful..."

It was a proud moment for Candy as she established her dominance over the young couple in such an aggressive and satisfying way, but the pinnacle of it all was seeing just how bewildered John was by her continued antics.

He was left breathless by the surprise: he still couldn't see the action, but he certainly felt Syrilia's tongue sliding up between the orbs in his sack, grazing over the tender, twitching flesh and reaching the tight seal of the cuckold union.

An eager, wide tongue moved against the base of John's knot, slurping up every drop of seed that managed to escape...Syrilia didn't dare let it go to waste, worried by what further punishment she might endure if Candy knew that she'd missed a spot.

"And when his knot deflates...you can get to work on me , next."