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The Matriarch

Part Twelve

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Of course, Ropes had no intention at all of keeping it a secret, immediately telling his wife when he was fucking her long and slow in bed that night. What had started as Holly being fucked roughly, expending their shared, passionate need, up against the wall had ended in him driving into her deeply on their sides on the bed, his chest to her back, head tucked over her shoulder.

Holly moaned.

"Mmmph... Yes, Ropes... More... Oh, you feel so good inside me..."

He'd heard it all before, though she still wanted to make sure he knew it, just how good her husband made her feel. It was just them there that time, Helena off in her own bed for once with the weight of the eggs in her womb rendering her more tired than usual, Ropes taking his time with her, long and deep, using every inch of his uncut shaft as he pleased them both. At the very least, his stamina was legendary, his paw around at her crotch as he rubbed her pussy, circling her clit, bringing her off to a stuttering high of orgasm.

Only when she came down from that first twist of bliss (while in that position, that was), did he kiss the back of her neck. Ropes' tail lashed back and forth across the bed, betraying his arousal, that he had a secret held back, only for a little bit longer.

"Mmm... She gave in to me today. I think your sister liked it."

Holly whimpered, arching back against him, grinding on his cock to the best of her ability with her leg in the air for him, letting him have easy access to her body.

"Oh, Ropes... Do tell me everything!"

"Well... There was kissing. She's a really good kisser, not too much tongue. She makes me want to get my tentacles out. We were in the living room, not the utility this time... I had my fingers in her hair, then I groped her breasts... She's not as big as you though, Holly."

The skunk moaned and trembled back against her husband, her lust obvious to anyone who cared to bear witness to it.

"Mmm... You took good care of her though?"

"Of course. She was in your favourite chair, the big one in the corner, and I brought her off with my muzzle and paw. She whimpers so cutely too... I can't wait to see if she'll spread her legs for me, but she is a feisty one too."

Holly laughed softly, half-turning her head to catch her husband's eye.

"I rather think you liked that about me too. Do you have a type, Ropes?"

The feline only grinned and fucked her a little bit harder, quieting her in one way as her moans and groans rose. His paw pressed over her crotch, fingers rubbing and teasing her clit, until she squealed in climax, a little too high-pitched to be an accident, though Holly panted heavily on coming down from her high.

But he could do all he liked with his wife as Holly murmured for more, telling him how lucky she was to have a kind, caring, hot, sexy husband, a demon who knew what any lady wanted. The worries about her sister had long faded once she had seen just how much Iris had been enjoying it, though she kept an eye on him too, just to be sure. It was a sister's protectiveness, of course, though Holly had an inkling too that her sister had already been swept under her husband's protective wing. There, no harm could come to her.

She trusted him, all for good reason. And Ropes would not let her down.

"We have hidden cameras in the guest room," she revealed with a saucy little smile, wiggling her fluffy tail where it lay tucked back up between her back and Ropes' chest. "When you're ready... Hel and I are going to see anything."

Ropes purred, burying his muzzle in her hair, the soft rumbling lulling her to relaxation, even if his cock throbbed inside her, still yet to spend his load.

"Mmm, that's perfect..."

And so it was. It didn't have to be anything more than that, for all came to a head on the next day, eating together, laughing together, as if they already were a happy family together. Iris had a little too much wine, though not enough to get her drunk, only tipsy, tipping into Ropes as she laughed too hard at a bad joke that the feline had made.

Ropes accepted the touch, sliding his arm around her waist, though the concealment of his tentacles did not seem as if it was going to take all that much longer to come out. She should have been told, by that point, that he had anatomy that was a little different to what she may have expected, though Ropes was confident, as it had been with so many partners before Iris, that it would end up being a pleasant surprise to her. It could be abrupt to see them for the first time, but Iris would love them once she saw all they could do for her.

Helena left that night right after dinner, complaining that she was tired, though Holly rubbed her shoulders briefly, letting her know, even then, that she was there for her. She'd probably end up spending the night with Hel if the hunch in her gut was right, eyeing up her husband, eyes slowly drifting over to her sister. They still sat close together as all three of them moved to the sofa to watch a movie that, frankly, no one would remember anything about come the morning. Some things were more important than even that kind of passive entertainment, the kind that could wrap them up in sleepy warmth, soothing and comforting in the best of ways.

Holly grinned, faking a yawn that didn't have to be all that convincing, only convincing enough.

"Mm... Sorry, guys, I'm beat. I'm going to go check on Hel, then crash. You enjoy the movie though, don't worry about me. See you in the morning, sis... See you later, Ropes."

She kissed her husband softly, though there was a pressure behind the kiss that hadn't been there before, the cougar's tentacles twisting under his hoodie (he really needed to get a few more of those for his wardrobe) in covert excitement. His need was unparalleled, but it finally had come to the moment where he no longer needed to hold it back, even though nothing was yet confirmed, no whispered, begging pleas yet spoken.

Sometimes, a demon of lust simply knew.

Iris glanced back as Holly left, her tail twitching, though any uncertainty was gone in a moment. She did not know that Holly and Helena were tucked up together in the master bedroom, stifling their giggles, the image of the guest bedroom on the TV there, from their hidden cameras.

She might have done it all anyway even if she had known. There was no real way to tell that, one way or another.

All she knew and cared about was that she was with Ropes, that his paw sliding up her thigh and under her skirt felt good, so good. After realising how easy access that wearing a skirt had given the cougar to get to her panties, his fingers sliding within, she had put on another one, all to increase the flirtation of the moment. His eyes had roamed her legs while she'd been wearing one anyway, even though it was not her usual style. It was funny how far she was willing to go when it came to flirting, pushing on into the throes of such pleasure that she had never honestly considered being hers to take at all.

But she could as she straddled Ropes' lap, following her desire. There was no more jealousy left in Iris, only a desire to see all that the cougar had to offer her, her heart pounding. In her mind, no one else existed in that moment other that Ropes and that was all it had to be as she moaned into his mouth, trembling a little, grinding into his lap.

She acted like a skunk who knew what she wanted and was out to get it for herself, though her experience, if there, was scatty at best. Iris was not to know that that was his pheromones at work, the infiltration of them into her system merely giving her both the courage and confidence to go after what she wanted, which was Ropes. If someone else had caught her eye, most likely they would have incited her to pursue them instead. That was part of the beauty of being a demon of lust, though his natural charm and charisma, which were not tainted by anything demonic, often led others to him before he had even considered them as potential partners.

To be able to take and relish in his conquest, however fragile it was, their first time together, was something that he had only come to appreciate with having Holly for his wife. When he didn't have to sneak around (that was just for fun, and when Iris didn't know that it was all okay to do so) his wife, he didn't have to worry about anything more, simply pleasure, simply everything exactly as it was. That was something he appreciated as the skunk ground and rolled her pussy down over the bulge in his loose jeans, his cock swelling, tenting out the front already.

"Ropes..." Iris moaned, breathing out his name. "I need you... But I... I haven't done anything like this before."

"Don't worry," he growled with a gleam to his eyes, stroking her cheek. "We can take it slow, think about what feels good. There's no set way to do any of this."

Lust would guide them, instinct letting her paws slip down, tugging at his jeans as she moved off his lap. Though Ropes ached to tug her shirt up and over her head with his tentacles, he held off for at least that moment, restraining himself for a lighter reveal later, when things had gotten started. Unbuckling his belt allowed her to slide his jeans down his thighs, the throb of his cock visible even through his underwear, straining up against the fabric.

Iris murmured, nuzzling it, tugging the waistline of his underwear down with trembling fingers, though nothing was anything she had ever done before. It was all new to her and it was, somehow, all the sweeter for it. Her need was paramount, breath catching in her throat, moaning his name as she kissed his cock, lapping softly, running her tongue over him as he throbbed to full hardness right before her eyes.

She had not quite been expecting an uncut cock, though Iris locked the image of him, bared to her for the very first time, in her memory. It was not a moment that she wanted to ever find slipping away from her, greedily following the line of passion that had been laid out before her, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

She didn't know what to do, suckling faintly, though she knew the vague idea of it. Although Iris knew pornography existed, the skunk had never felt as if she had needed to look at it, preferring to follow her mind and fantasies, as slowly as they came to light as she matured as an adult, when wanting to tend to her needs. It might have helped her, however, even if the basics were simple.

Ropes' paw on the back of her head guided her, showing her to move up and down, while she could do all she cared to with her tongue and her lips in the meantime. Sucking elicited a hiss and a sharp gasp from the cougar that she rather liked, so Iris took her time, stroking the part of his shaft that was not inside her mouth with her paw.

He was big... Bigger than she had expected, though it was not as if she had any frame of reference to go on. She only knew that she wanted to savour the moment, the taste of him in her mouth, the cleanness of his shaft where she had not expected it, though there was still the scent of cougar under it. It was a coarse sort of musk that seemed to emanate from every pore on Ropes' body, her lips suckling, moaning around him, the cougar letting go of her head as she found a pace that best worked for her.

All as it should have been, for the cougar was not the one that needed to be riled up as the skunk shifted her hips back and forth. She didn't think of her sister, only her need, that pulsing push of desire within her that could not be held back through any means. Her lips slid more and more smoothly along the length of his cock as she teased him, treating him as he had her, though it was gentle, as if he knew what a big moment it was for her.

Iris had never explicitly told Ropes that she had not been with anyone before, but she had a feeling that he knew anyway. As long as he was there for her, gently guiding her, showing her the way, it was clear to the skunk that he didn't have a problem with it. So, why should she?

The cougar rumbled as her fingers found his balls, his inner thighs, teasing, touching, finding spots that she had never considered touching on a male. Yet he was as sensitive as she was, but in slightly different ways, all ways that the skunk was more than eager to explore.

She wanted to know them all, even as Ropes drew her back from his cock, hitching up his jeans and underwear only enough so that they would not fall down. He was still making a pretence, after all, that they could not leave a trail of lust behind them, showing what they had been doing.

"Come with me, darling," he breathed, kissing her so sweetly that Iris thought that she might faint. "Maybe your bedroom?"

They giggled, trying to cover their arousal as they sneaked up the stairs, though being quiet on the stairs themselves was not something that they had to worry about. Ropes ushered her into the guest bedroom, pretending to make himself presentable again as he poked his head into the master bedroom, "checking on Holly".

Of course, his wife was sat up less than innocently in bed with Helena tucked in beside her, the dragoness' eyes smouldering and head on Holly's shoulder. Ropes spared them a quick wink and flirtatious smile before retreating. Soon, he would have two more horny partners, other than Iris, to deal with that night, though all would be well.

He joined Iris in the guest room, the skunk folding herself in against him like a starving anthro finally given their very first sip of water. Everything that she could ever have wanted came together in the blink of an eye, secluded away in the privacy of the guest bedroom, though Iris took care to lock it behind her.

Ropes smirked. Oh... It would be cute if she never lost that edge of needing to sneak around, to be quiet, to be discreet. But no one knew where the path ahead would lead them, ultimately.

"Holly's out like a light," he whispered, lips brushing hers in the shadow of a kiss. "Don't worry... It's just you and me here, only us..."

Slowly, tenderly, they stripped one another of their clothes, sharing hushed giggles when articles of clothing caught on wayward limbs, not all going as smoothly as they might have liked. But that was the beauty of sex and something that was perfect exactly the way it was. It was always meant to be messy.

She kissed him passionately as her breasts were revealed and the cougar broke the kiss to drop to her newly bared chest, kissing and nuzzling around them, softly rubbing his muzzle into their fullness. His tongue, however, could not resist the lure of her nipples, curling and flicking around each one in turn, her gasp beautiful to his ears.

He teased her, gently spreading her legs as Iris laid back on the bed for him, her fur tinted with the white light of the moon and the stars shining in through the window. They wouldn't have turned a lamp on "for fear of being discovered", though the light through the open curtains was more than enough for them to see by.

The scent of her drew the cougar's muzzle between her thighs, nuzzling, kissing his way up. There was plenty of her to adore as the skunk arched her back, grinding onto his muzzle, her need so high that she simply could not help herself, though Ropes would not have wanted it any other way. He only had to lead her in the right direction, to show her a little of what to do, and he was sure that the skunk would be a force to be reckoned with, in the bedroom and out of it, however Iris chose to proceed.

That did not stop him from enjoying long, slow laps of her pussy, parting her folds more and more with every stroke of his tongue, finding her clit and suckling it passionately between his lips. He would not be rough with her until she wanted it, though she rolled against him, whimpering, begging.

"Ropes, please..." Why was she like that? Why was her skin so hot, prickling as if she was about to combust from the inside out? "I need you... Please, come here..."

He did as she bid, aware of the others watching them on the cameras the whole time, wanting to put on a show for them as his tail lashed. He covered her body with his as she lay before him on her back, a low growl rolling lustfully from his black lips.

"There's something more to me, Iris," he murmured, finally letting her see his tentacles, how they twisted out lightly from his back. "I hope you enjoy it too..."

The skunk may not have known what to make of the tentacles, but her legs were already spread for him, his shaft pressed up to her bare pussy. There was no going back as she gasped, eyes shining with a deeper passion for him, his shaft disappearing inside her, slowly, so slowly. He did not need to rush as he brushed her cheek with a tentacle, something that Iris would get an explanation for, later on, catching her breath as she was deflowered.

It was sweeter than she could have imagined, even sweeter than she had ever been to herself, the delicious stretch swamping her, taking her away. And those tentacles, as much as she didn't understand them, were useful too, rubbing her breasts, teasing her nipples with little flicks, even brushing up against her face, caressing her tenderly. She felt more than ever that she was in the safest of places and the best of arms, letting him take her for the very first time together.

There was no rush, not with the long, slow strokes of his cock filling her deeply until, at last, every inch of his shaft was sealed within her, the uncut length pulsing gently with need. He moaned above her, though they were still aware of the "need" to be quiet, even if Iris was not to know that all, truly, was well on that front. But she did need the cougar, the feel of his cock pushing deep inside her, the languid rocking of his hips as his tail lashed behind him.

She moaned, clinging to him, but a tentacle rubbing where their bodies joined, crudely seeking out her clit, was not so easy to hold back from, rendering the skunk a trembling mess in his arms. Her fur dampened with sweat and Iris buried her face in the crook of his neck, moaning out his name, striving to be as quiet as possible when none of that was at all doable. She grunted, holding out, but the pressure on her clit was impossible to avoid as she was tipped beautifully into orgasm, bliss flooding her, pulse after pulse coming in waves.

He did not hold back either, perhaps as needy as Iris was, driving deep, sparing a wink back at where Ropes thought the cameras were, though he could not be sure. He took her powerfully, letting her feel just a little of his demonic energy, how his cock ached and pulsed inside her, as needy for her as she was for him. He had to have her, grinding in faster as she cried out his name, muffling her words with a kiss.

She moaned into it as he let go, filling her with his seed, ropes of cream flooding her pussy, though they took their time, as if one orgasm simply wasn't enough for either of them. He kissed her, deep and slow, tongues sweeping and teasing up against one another as he explored her mouth.

They relaxed there, the climax no longer the main event as the cougar purred, holding her close to him. It seemed only natural to let the night slip away around them until Iris came to her senses again, licking her lips.

Ropes shivered. The predatory grin the skunk gave him reminded him of Holly, some of the very first times she had come for him. Who could have turned down Iris when she was so much of her sister, so passionate through it all?

"I don't think we're done yet, Ropes..."

She murmured, tail flicking higher as she eased over his hips, following the line of his body, though she had not done anything like that before. Yet, to Iris, it somehow felt right to be on top, Ropes' cock hardening again as the cougar guided her hips down. He was still in charge, still leading her, though the new position had his hardness pressing deeper inside her than before, seemingly. It was just a change of position, no more than that, moaning, grunting, panting, letting the needs of their bodies power through them.

She had to do it, consumed with lust, ever aware that Ropes was Holly's husband, though the skunk could not care less, not then. If Holly had everything then perhaps she could have everything too, crying out softly, pressing a paw to her pussy while his uncut length stretched her out, her pussy closing tightly around his cock. A little squeeze and a little clench - all Iris could manage - had the cougar chuffing lightly, the pale hue of his eyes glowing.

"You're wonderful, Iris," he purred throatily, tail lashing across the bed, tentacles roaming all over her, stroking her body even as they held her up and supported her. "I wouldn't want to be here with anyone else but you."

That was a fib, but only a little one, for he would have wanted all his ladies in bed with him at once - though perhaps that was a kink to be invited in another night! If it even came to fruition, that was...

But Iris was gone, riding him slowly, then harder, faster, letting passion consume her. Her sex closed around him as he pushed her paw out of the way, a tentacle rubbing her clit instead of her hand, controlling her pleasure. Yet it was only so that a more skilled creature than her could bring her to yet another rise of delight, panting heavily, lapping delirious at a tentacle while orgasm took her, the cougar helping her ride it out with every thrust and grind of her hips.

But he needed her too and the spoils of so many days of flirting and teasing had to come to a head one way or another. He chuffed and licked his lips, admiring the silhouette of her body in the dim light of the bedroom, not remembering that it was the room that had belonged to his son. After his son had gone out to make his own way in the world, Ropes had not thought about him all that much.

His passion was there to claim everything as he held Iris' hips, growling with a shudder as he spurted his load into her, a slick second load added to the first that had filled her deliciously. But the skunk faded quickly after her second orgasm, Ropes lowering her down to cradle her gently in his arms and tentacles as he held her close. His cock slipped out at the tail end of his orgasm, sending the final spurt and drool of seed over her pussy lips, marking her as his. Yet a more permanent mark could be left on the skunk too if it so took his fancy...

Maybe another time. Winking to his watching ladies, Ropes purred, lulling Iris to sleep, proud of his conquest but even more so of the lady in his arms that had come into herself so much.

There was no going back from that.

It was all for the best.