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Unholy Marriage

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Continued from Lustful Relations.

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Fyrdrgon's tail twitched, waiting in her truck for the cattle to cross the road, where they were being herded, by other anthros on horseback, into their new pastures. She understood that sort of work but the dragoness usually worked down on the ground with the various creatures, though her job on the farm that day had left her in a sour mood. Alpacas were becoming more and more popular, farmed for their fur and some strange touristy thing where anthros could go on walks with them and whatnot, but they were not always the easiest to deal with. Maybe because she had not been around them from a young age, like she had with geese, sheep and goats.

Damn... She would have taken geese any day over those wiggly, hairy beasts. It was a bit sad when the goose ended up as Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner though.

But the time for that was passed and she waited there, nodding and smiling to some of her other coworkers on that site. They were friends, even though she felt like she needed to get home in a hurry, and she didn't want to be rude to them.

Maybe I should take some time away from work?

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It was, to be fair, the darkest and dankest months of the year and she didn't have to work, not really. Ropes made more than enough money through stocks and shares for them to live several lifetimes over and, being a demon, he'd already lived several in the mortal world. It wasn't something Fyr dug into all that much, though some of the stories her husband had told her had made her tail curl.

The dragoness sighed. She just wanted to be home more. Farm work would always be there if she wanted it and there was no harm in stepping away from it, though she did like being out and doing work, physically, with her hands. Even her tail came in useful from time to time, catching and grabbing things she needed, even if she was not a fan of having to raise her wings to shelter the majority of her body from a driving, biting rain.

With Chemical, however...she knew Ropes was rarely alone when he was without her. Not needing to work was a lure in itself, but she didn't want the only parts of her life to be at home, never leaving, never quite knowing what she was, where she was going with her life. She could rely on the cougar, of course, and had no fear that he'd leave her high and dry; the dragoness just didn't want her entire personality to become about him.

And that was problematic, kind of, when faced with as strong a personality as Chemical. Her best friend from her younger years was still "sort of" her best friend still, but they had a rather twisted relationship. Since that day, after the initial spat of Ropes cheating on her had all kicked off, she'd come home to find Ropes already busy with Chemical and pushing her aside, things had changed.

It was hard to be bold and to be strong, to take the place she was meant to have in the marriage bed, when it felt good to watch too. Fyr understood that, that there was a kind of pleasure to be had in teasing her tail between her legs while she was watching Ropes fuck Chemical, entwining the dragoness all up in his tentacles so there was very little way to tell, in the end, where one of them ended and the other began. Sometimes, Fyr wondered just how Chem could take so many of his tentacles, along with his dick, all at once, for that had always been something she had struggled with.

"Urf..."

She grunted, the drive home going quickly, though she still didn't know what she wanted of everything. Did she want to be the second in her own marriage? Or did she want Chemical to be a second in her marriage?

Oh, it didn't make sense and, frankly, it was nothing Fyr had ever imagined dealing with when she had got together with Ropes, way back. She exhaled and tried not to think of it the whole trip home, though the dragoness could not forget just how her insides twisted and warmed at the notion of all she was going to find when she got home.

The only thing she could deduce, as she pulled her truck into her driveway behind Chemical's snazzy new car, was that Ropes was taking care of the other dragoness financially too. It bothered her less than knowing he was choosing to fuck Chemical over her - or moreover that the other dragoness was always around, so she was naturally the cougar's first choice when she was simply there. It wasn't as if Ropes was going to drive to her place of work, wherever Fyr was working on site at any given time, just to fuck her.

Fyr paused, sitting in the driveway for a moment. Okay. That could be pretty hot, even if she'd likely lose her job if she got caught with her husband inside her at any workplace. But, still, the idea of it was hot.

Maybe that was the difference between her and Chemical? Fyr mused as she went into the house, though the dragoness was not at all surprised to hear moans emanating through the house. Chemical would not hesitate to take pleasure rather than worry about her work, back when she had been working full time, forgetting the future and throwing any potential consequences to the wind.

She, however... She had always been a more cautious type and that had stood out in stark contrast to just how Ropes was. Easy, relaxed, casual about the way of the world. But she couldn't hold him accountable for something that was not his place to worry about when he used his powers, whenever necessary, to take all he needed and little more than that.

Well, sometimes a little more. Only sometimes.

"Ropes, Chem..."

She called into the house, the dragoness shaking off her wings, feeling like there was still some grime on them. It was strange to come back and know the house was already occupied. Wouldn't it have been nice to have Ropes right there for her, by the door, waiting for her when she got home?

Briefly, Fyr entertained the notion of if that was their relationship, if he would have been waiting for her with a warm drink and perhaps even something to eat if their relationship had been different.

But it would never be like that, though she would not have minded taking that role. She liked cooking and baking and, of course, wanted to expand the ranch house over time, perhaps even buying neighbouring land so they could have more animals on it, more to graze. Crops were fun, but she didn't want to spend all her time harvesting in the busy season - and, of course, Fyr would have wanted to do it all herself, not hiring in outside help in any significant measure. Looking after the homestead would have been something that suited her, including taking care of the house.

It was different for her and Ropes, however, and their relationship fluctuated back and forth, sometimes Ropes hiring cleaners in to take care of the house when things were particularly busy for Fyr and sometimes taking care of it himself. Sometimes they went away and sometimes they spent months in their home or the neighbouring bigger city, not going all that far. There was no set route or rhythm.

Except those moans. Except Ropes' lust. That had always been a continuous run, something that ran through him, day in and day out. The cougar didn't even need to sleep, but, most of the time, he still lay beside her in the bed at night, just to be with her.

So, the time had come for Fyr to decide when she didn't even know what decision she wanted to make, what would be the best for her and her relationship. At least the dragon could rest easy in the knowledge she wasn't going to lose her husband, of course, but the rest...well...

It was still up to her in how things progressed from there, how the rest of her life and relationship panned out.

She followed the moans through to their den, which was kind of like a second living room, but cosier and smaller, set up with large bean bags with a nice, leather exterior and a couple of smaller sofas. It was better for staying warm in the colder, damper weather, though she liked that the window looked out over her garden too, even if the foliage was resting through the winter months. Some of her herbs, however, were on the inside windowsill, where they would get the best sunshine, spots of rain tapping the window from the outside.

In the hearth, a light fire cracked and snapped at the logs it had been fed with, but that was not what the dragoness was concerned with. Ropes pushed over Chemical, the dragoness' legs wrapped around his waist and hips, dragging him deeper inside her. From the sloppy, wet mess of her pussy, it didn't at all look like it was their first round and Fyr pushed away the twinge of envy in her.

She had chosen to go out to work that day, after all. She could have been home, right there, with them... And maybe that would have been a lot better than being out in the wind and rain, in need of a bath.

"Mmmm, hey, Fyr," Chemical purred, her green mane splayed around her head in a promiscuous halo, though she had no reason to be ashamed at all, not when she languished there, exulting in the moment. "Just keeping my guy happy...mmm... He really can cum a lot, can't he?"

The dragoness said that as if it was the first time they'd had sex, for it had to have been over a hundred times, at the bare minimum, that she and Ropes had had sex. Fyr made a face and slumped down, shrugging off her jacket, though she let it fall to the floor. Even if she had to tidy it up later, it was her tiny act of rebellion, but maybe she could get Chemical to do it and that would make her feel better.

"Ungghhh..."

Fyr grunted, rolling her shoulders back as Ropes' pale gaze slipped to her. The dragoness could have smirked, but she let her lust do the talking for her, for she didn't need to be obvious about things. The cougar might have liked a femfur who was forward about things and pressing onward, but, well...Fyr knew he liked the subtleties of sex and lust and pleasure too.

The little things, after all, could be as devout and pleasurable as the obvious, the raw cries and moans, hisses and grunts and whimpers for more.

So, she leaned back, her arm slung over the back of the sofa where she'd perched, relaxing back, a light smirk pulling at her lips. She was comfortable there and there was nothing to concern herself with, letting herself be warmed through merely by the sight before her. If she did not worry and wonder about Chemical being better than her, Ropes' favourite, she could just sink into the moment.

And she so very sorely needed that after the day she'd had.

Ropes' tentacles curled around Chemical, focusing mainly on the dragoness' breasts and lifting her hips so her pussy was at a better angle to take his cock, driving into her with deep, sloppy thrusts. Chem had been wrong in saying he spent a lot of seed, for that was not entirely true: the feline merely had a shorter refractory period, so he could go again and again, time after time. It was one of his best qualities in sex and, although Ropes liked to get off, he didn't need to for him to be able to feed on the lust swirling and pooling in the air around him.

And the cougar's eyes were on Fyr as she sat and smouldered, allowing her body to do the work for her, heat building in her loins. Her shoulders ached fiercely but the dragoness made an active choice to ignore it as she hissed through her teeth, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as if she was mimicking Ropes. It was a rather cat-like way to present herself as she groaned lightly, barely even parting her lips.

Ah, but Ropes noticed. Ropes always noticed, licking his lips, his eyes on her as he drove into Chemical, the fervent pace of his hips faster and harder than before. He growled as he drove into Chemical, the light pap-pap of his hips bouncing off her thighs and buttocks rising to fill the room, even though there was still the crackle of the fire to contend with.

It was romantic... And it surely had been until Fyr had walked in on them. With her head thrown back, Chemical moaned, the cougar's tentacles teasing her nipples and stroking over her clit as she climaxed. She still thought she had the upper hand as Ropes ploughed her full, fucking her through climax, her pussy wet and slick around his shaft as he slid deep.

That time, however, it was Fyr who had control, taking the lust of her husband for her own as he fucked Chemical until the dragoness was a limp, purring mess on the ground. Then and only then did he pull out of her, his cock glistening with his own cum and her arousal, the cougar's eyes fixed on his wife.

Fyr slid to the ground before him, uncaring of her position or Chemical's confused grunt at being let go so quickly. She already had what she wanted as she licked her lips and took his raging hard-on into her mouth, sucking around him, her lips pursed and cheeks, ever so lightly, hollowed.

"Mmmm..."

The dragoness hummed around him, letting the natural sway and shift of her body slide her lips up and down his cock, grinding over her tongue into the back of her mouth. Her long muzzle allowed her to more than easily suck his cock and the dragoness was not bothered in the slightest by his girth in her mouth, even if the taste of someone else on his cock was not as new to her as it should have been.

"Hnnngghhh..."

It was not a dignified sound but the dragoness, strangely, knew exactly what she needed in that moment. To have her husband's attention completely and utterly on her, to the exclusion of all else. It didn't have to be anything more than that, not as Ropes growled a curse under his breath, relaxing there, not needing to do anything other than allow his wife to suck his cock, taking it deep into the back of her maw over and over again.

Her husband was all she needed, even though she was sucking another dragoness' juices off him. Fyr sank into the moment, feral need rolling through her, as if she had sunk into a deeper, more primal manner of being than ever before. That didn't make sense, not truly, but it didn't matter, no... It didn't matter as long as she had him there before her.

The dragoness would only later realise that, in that act alone, she'd already sunk well into the part of playing the cuckold wife, down for him, pleasing him while his first partner was sprawled out and satisfied. Her eyes closed and she bobbed her head fervently on his cock, clutching his thighs, as if that would be enough for her to keep Ropes right there where she wanted him.

Where, in a way, she could use the cougar too.

The cougar, however, was swift to snatch up her wrists in his tentacles, pulling them behind her back and crossing her forearms so they rested comfortably against one another. It was a common position in bondage, though the dragoness did not even recognise it as such in the heat of the moment, her tongue running up the length of his dick to the base and curling around lustfully.

"Mmm..."

She groaned, losing herself there, though she had her husband to ground her, his tentacles tightening possessively around her arms. The dragoness leaned into his touch with a low, needy groan, her eyes closed, merely languishing there, soaking it all in.

Maybe she had learned, in a way, from Ropes and how he was too, she thought vaguely. She didn't need to get off, not all the time, not when there were so many other kinds of pleasure to be taken too.

He thrust, grunting thickly, though she sensed a wave of warmth coming from him, the clench of his lower abdomen making her shudder with pride. Oh, he was close, even though he had fucked Chemical already; and it was her muzzle that was getting him off.

"Hm..."

Dimly, Fyr was aware of Chemical sitting up, the dragoness with her legs lewdly spread, though Fyr did not care to see more than that as her eyelids fluttered, allowing her a brief glimpse of her cougar and the surrounding room. She didn't need to be anywhere else than where she was as Ropes fucked her maw, a tentacle curling around the back of her head to hold her there, his cock leaking more and more pre-cum as she groaned, too eager to drink it all down.

She moaned around him as her cougar let out a feral yowl and speared deep into her maw, grinding over her tongue. Yet she was more than happy to let him fuck her muzzle through the heat of orgasm, lust simmering and burning through her body. She ached for more and Fyr would have been a fool to take things in any other way than exactly how they were, leaning back a little into the embrace of his tentacles, merely wanting that moment for herself.

The cougar's snarls rolled over her as she gulped, eagerly taking the treat of his cum. His seed flowed easily down her throat, not too viscous that time, though she wished he had spent himself in her mouth so she could at least taste it a little. Not that it was a deal-breaker or anything, but she had got a few likings of her own, and the subtle differences between every round of sex had become something to catch her, much to her surprise.

"Mmm..."

Ropes pulled out, a smirk on his lips, though that was rather typical for him. The cougar didn't even need to say anything at all, not as he looked down on her, holding Fyr back just enough so she couldn't chase his cock with her tongue. It may have been considered shameful just how she leaned after him, her tongue draping hungrily from between her lips, but she was too caught up in the moment to care.

"Mmmph..." Fyr shuddered, bringing herself back to reality, just a little. "You can't be spent after that round, can you, Ropes?"

It was a quip and a challenge all wrapped up in one, cocking her head, relishing in how the cougar's tentacle closed around her throat again, tightening his grip. The tentacle was never really tight enough to restrict her ability to breathe, but, well...she just liked having it there. It felt like she belonged to him and that he wanted her there.

That was enough for Fyr, if she could languish in the moment, if that was where she could rest.

The cougar growled, pressing forward, tipping her back to the sofa and using his tentacles to scoop her up. One slid up the leg of her trousers, ripping them neatly up the side of the seam, even though the dragoness had worn her tougher ones, of course, to work that day. She couldn't have anything that tore all that easily on the farms and sites that she worked on.

"Mm, you think you can go longer than me?" Ropes teased her right back, ignorant, for the moment, as to Chemical watching them both. "That's interesting... But wasn't that the whole reason I had to look elsewhere for fun too?"

Fyr hissed, snapping at him, though the feline wasted no time in slinking his tentacles into her shirt, bursting through it so her breasts in her bra were exposed, the shreds of fabric hanging from her shoulders. That was not enough for him either and he neatly tore through her underwear too, the wriggle and pulse of the long, tough length with a smooth surface teasing into her clothes as if it was nothing at all.

The dragoness moaned, her breasts suddenly exposed, though Fyr could not pinpoint quite the moment in which he had revealed them. Oh, but it didn't matter, not at all, not as she cried out his name and his lips and teeth did wonderful things to her nipples.

"Ah! Mmmph, yeah... Maybe," she grunted brazenly, even though he had her in a rather compromising position. "You haven't tried me yet. Maybe if you gave me more attention, instead of her, then you'd really see what I'm made of."

"Oh, I like this side of you."

The cougar's cock throbbed, slowly pulsing back to full hardness, though it had only been half-hard when he had been resting between rounds. Fyr gulped and shot him her best seductive look, though that lay more truly in the hump and grind of her body, her pussy soaked with arousal for him.

"Then you should take it more," she purred throatily, ignoring Chemical's scoff as the dragoness rose and left the room, an annoyed twist in her tail. "Go on... I'm right here... If you wanted me, you could bend me over and fuck me anytime."

The dragoness didn't know whether she was truly talking about the past or the present, not as she grunted in the back of her throat and Ropes ground his cock against her. He slid his shaft against her pussy, grinding it through her folds where they hungrily parted around him, slickening his cock where she had already cleaned him off more than enough with his tongue.

"Mmm, maybe I will, my sexy dragoness," he groaned, clenching his teeth as he teased his cock inside her, seeming to take it slowly so he could savour every moment. "I'd take you again and again. Maybe you should be bolder than you usually are..."

The cougar wrapped his tentacles around the dragoness, but he grinned down at her as if she was a feast to be devoured. She'd never come home to him with that much lust in her heart, no, never. But that day was different and his tentacles twisted and writhed, wanting to experience every nuance, a rumble that was not quite a purr rising in his chest.

She leaned into him as he lifted her legs up over his shoulders - and Fyr did not even complain that time that she was not flexible enough for the position. She just went along with it and, even though there was a little stiffness and strain in her body, he could tell she wanted it all as much as he did.

And that was what a demon of lust lived for, groaning and grunting, powering into her pussy with the full length of his barbed cock with long, deep strokes. He didn't need to do more than that to have her moaning, her body arching up to his touch, aching for more.

He shook his head faintly, sucking in a breath through his open mouth, rasping through his teeth.

Mmmm...

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It was good to savour it, grunting lightly, letting everything sink into him. Lust flowed into him, greedily devouring every mouthful and morsel he could absorb into himself, even though he was already full. Although Ropes would never say so aloud to Fyr, her lust always did the most for him, even if he had wanted to look for fun elsewhere. Perhaps it really had been all her fault for turning him down so many times when it was what he needed. It was something, admittedly, they should have talked about in their relationship before.

Ah, but it was far too late for that. Better to lean into his demon side, to drink down her lust and let it build in the air. Even if there was a hint of jealousy in Chemical, Ropes was more than sure the dragonesses would find a way to work it out between them.

Or else the cougar would get even more sex than he usually did...

Fyr gasped as Ropes leaned over her, a tentacle caressing her chest, her scales so very sensitive there. Her tail curled around his calf, scales brushing fur, though she was barely with herself in the moment as he hissed and leaned over her, taking her in rougher, cruder strokes than before.

He ploughed into her almost so deep that it hurt, the position allowing the very tip of his cock to come up against her innermost barrier. Her pussy clenched around him, rippling and pulling, but she could not control it, erratically twitching and aching so very deeply.

"Oof... Yes... Please..."

"Mm, that's it, my lovely dragoness," he hissed, a feral air to him, tentacles raised so they made him look darker and more threatening, even if Fyr would never consider him a threat to her in the slightest. "Moan for me... You do so have the sweetest of moans on you."

"Yesssss... Ah!"

She cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her, though it was never for Fyr to control the moment, letting go as his cock hit those sensitive nerve endings inside her pussy just right. She didn't know how he did it, time after time again, but she wanted it more, so much more, every inch of his cock driving deep, barbs dragging back through her cunt as she cried out his name.

Orgasm took her and she was barely aware of the cougar speeding up his thrusts, slamming into her as if he was fucking Chemical, though he had always been rougher with the other dragoness than he had been with Fyr. Well, at least until Fyr had goaded him on.

He ground into her as if he was only interested in sating his lust but, of course, Ropes more than knew the lust of others around him, how he thrived on it, devious in his pursuit of so much more.

The cougar snarled, lips pulling back ruthlessly from his teeth as orgasm took him. And Fyr was there for it, sinking on to his cock as she tried to push her hips up just a little more to take him deeper. There was no more cock to cram into her and yet she tried to get it, starving for it as if he had teased her and edged her for hours on end.

"Mmmm... Oh... Yes..." She squirmed, arms back over her head, though the dragoness was barely aware Ropes had entrapped them in a tentacle. "Yes... More... Ropes... Mmm..."

"Mm, so horny you can't even speak?"

He teased her, but Fyr did not even mind. It felt good to be there, his hot length pulsing faintly inside her, her pussy clenching around him with all the strength she could hold. Her tail loosened its grip on his leg, but she relaxed there the best she could, savouring it as she panted heavily and strained to recover at least a little control over her body all over again.

"Mmm, no, no.." Fyr shot back. "But still up for more."

"Oh, dear, Fyr," Chemical said, the dragoness having returned while Fyr was unaware. "That's not true."

Fyr growled, showing her teeth without really thinking about it.

"And who are you to say that?" She snapped. "You've been fucking him all day while I've been busy working. How the fuck is that fair?"

She wasn't usually one to swear, but there was something about her need that day that just riled her up to such a point where she didn't even know how to think straight, growling and losing her temper in a quick flash. Chemical, of course, didn't back away, the dragoness still nude and seemingly unbothered by it, even though there had been another incident with a delivery driver up on the porch seeing her naked through the window. Fyr grunted, clenching her jaws shut. Did Chemical have no shame?

Well, probably not. But she should!

Chem smirked.

"Yeah, well, that's your choice," she said, pointed in her delivery. "But you can have him too, if you want. But you're tired and you know you're tired. After all, you've been working all day."

Fyr hesitated, though she could have been happy to do so as Ropes was still buried in her pussy, the full length of his cock stretching her out perfectly. Squirming subtly, she clenched around him, not minding the fullness and the wetness leaking out around the join of their bodies.

It was true...and yet the whole thing reeked of manipulation. That was Chemical's forte, wasn't it?

And...she was tired. Damn it.

Fyr sighed and rolled her eyes, trying to appear unaffected.

"Yeah, well, sure... Not like Ropes mind, hm, cat?"

She smiled at her husband but Ropes was already shaking his head. Not in an unkind way - but the kind of way that said he had something else in mind.

"Mm, I know, but I said I'd meet up with Kao in this online game," he said easily, sparing her a kiss on the side of her muzzle as he pulled out of her. "Sorry, Fyr."

The dragoness groaned.

"Oh, come on, Ropes, now?"

He would have rolled his eyes at her if it had been more obvious with his pale gaze, eyes glowing as they always did. It just didn't have the same effect for him.

"Yeah, Fyr, you'll be here when I'm done, won't you?" He said easily, though still helped her stand from the sofa, which she appreciated, however grudgingly. "Relax for a bit, order some takeout. You need to look after yourself too."

Of course, she'd order takeout on his card, she thought. But it was likely the cougar wouldn't even notice her spend, as free spending as he was with himself and his use of money. He didn't tend to go for extravagances, however, even if the cougar would never deny himself.

"Come on, Fyr," Chemical coaxed, her voice a little too high-pitched and her smile stretching a little too wide too for comfort. "I've run you a bath, it's nice and hot. Don't you want to take a soak?"

Fyr sighed. Damn it, she was easy to get to. But she did really want a bath...

"Alright, alright... Why'd you even draw me a bath anyway?"

She let Ropes go to get cleaned up while she followed Chemical upstairs, though it felt like something was off still, even if the dragoness couldn't put her finger on it. Chem shrugged and shook her head.

"Eh, felt nice. You've done it for me before."

Ooh, so cagey.

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Fyr could have pushed things a little further there, but, well, there was a time and a place for everything. The dragoness muttered to herself as she stripped off the remains of her clothes in the big family bathroom, grumbling at the loss of a pretty good shirt, though her phone had, at least, survived Ropes' teasing onslaught.

"Getting Chinese food," she said. "You want anything?"

"Hm..." Chemical considered it. "Sweet and sour? Anything really is good."

Chemical was never that easy going, except when she was getting fucked. As long as the dragoness was getting what she wanted, she was fine with things. Fyr's suspicion grew, but what, really, could the dragon do about it? Ropes was busy anyway, even if that was a shame he'd planned something with Fyr's brother. Kao was most likely wondering where one of his most frequent gaming partners had headed off to, however, considering how often the two of them hung out.

Fyr sank into the bath with a grateful moan, even if she was still a little concerned that Chemical had an ulterior motive to running it for her. Yet it was too good, soaking her scales as she let the heat wash away her worries, her aches, her pains. It was good to work, but she sure had chosen a labour-intensive job, unfortunately, so that did definitely come with its own set of challenges.

It was nothing, however, the dragoness could not face.

Dimly, she was aware of Chemical leaving, but she didn't care. She didn't feel all that much like being engaged in conversation. And if Chemical wanted to do something while Fyr was busy elsewhere, well...she'd just have to deal with that later.

Not everything was to be worried about.

Still, she wondered, checking the delivery time on her food app to make sure she didn't miss it. Unfortunately for Fyr, it looked like her food was going to be there sooner rather than later and she grumbled as she was forced to rise, dripping wet, from the bath before she was ready to leave, which was a shame. The water had cooled a little from its usual fiery temperature, however, so she did not mind having to slip out of its embrace all that much. If she'd had her way about it, they would have found a way to get a heated tub in there, keeping the water at her preferred temperature for much longer. Ropes, however, preferred cooler showers and sometimes baths (though rarely on the latter).

So, it didn't happen, because Fyr didn't see it as important enough to spend money on. Maybe one day.

She towelled off her scales briskly and dressed in the bedroom, though the rest of the house seemed oddly quiet. The dragon cocked her head, listening intently, but a knock on the door caught her attention as she hastily dragged on loose house trousers, a soft cotton against her scales, and an oversized shirt, not caring to put on anything particularly fetching that evening. Hopefully, if she had her way about it later, she'd just be seducing her husband to fuck her to orgasm again soon enough.

The delivery drive at the front door keenly thrust her food at her, in exchange for a tip, for he had been quite speedy about everything. Fyr smiled and thanked him - but where was she to take the food? And was Ropes even going to eat with them?

"Hm..."

He must be in that little gaming office room...thing, she mused, heading back upstairs. He hasn't used it for a while though, not that I thought.

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He'd cleared a bit of it out when Fyr had got caught up at the laptop on the desk in the bedroom one too many times and, really, Fyr had to admit it was a good idea. Dragging the laptop to bed, even to work on story ideas, was not always a good thing. After what Chemical had revealed to her too, it had been one thing that had chased Ropes off and out into Chem's arms.

Things had...kind of...worked out in the end though. There was an unspoken tension between Chemical and her that perhaps would not have been there if Fyr just gave way to her.

But she wasn't quite ready to do that, no, not quite yet. She wanted to fight, even as she paused and blinked at the top of the stairs.

Was that a strange sound? And where was Chemical?

Ah, the dragoness should have seen the writing on the wall at that moment but she really had been thinking of herself, that she and Ropes had a connection unlike anyone else, something that could not be cut through, regardless of how Chemical wanted to take her place. No, she was safe and secure, surely, in the knowledge that she was the lead female party in her own relationship - and that was the way it always should have been, at least for her.

Shouldn't it?

But Fyr knew, with a dull weight in the pit of her stomach that something was different. She curled her fingers around the paper bag, though she wasn't really thinking about food anymore. Ropes probably wasn't even hungry.

Not for that kind of food.

Slowly, quietly, she pushed open the door to the office, the light from the three computer screens before the cougar illuminating him. And the dragoness he was with.

Of course.

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Fyr pressed her lips together and yet she stayed there, holding her breath, her tongue fluttering between the lines of teeth in her lower jaw. She couldn't see all that much and it probably didn't help Ropes that Chemical was in his lap, riding his cock when it had to have still been wet with her saliva and his pre-cum.

She should have anticipated everything he had laid out for her, as if the cougar had been taunting her the whole time, always knowing she was going to fall for him, sooner or later, broken and bending to his will. Fyr sucked in breath, heart hammering, but, if they heard her, they did not react at all.

Ropes wasn't bothered at all, even while he was trying to game, using his tentacles on the keyboard and mouse, though he had a handheld controller too synced for that game, Fyr was sure. She didn't know why the feline was trying to game still while he had Chemical in his arms or if it had even all been a ruse...but she didn't need to know either.

Not as heat pooled in her loins and she sucked in a soft breath, watching avidly as Chem rose and fell in Ropes' lap. She ground down on to his cock and squeezed around him, the cougar's tentacles twitching obviously each and every time she did so.

And Fyr had to admit...it was hot. It was exceedingly hot in a way that nothing had ever been hot to her before. Of course, she had been turned on by her husband and others before, but it was nothing like that searing lance of fear grinding through her body, sharp and flaring.

She hungered for it like she'd never wanted something before, as if she was going to die if she didn't get to experience it.

Again and again and again.

But that still didn't mean she was second to Chemical, no.

"Ropes!" Fyr hissed, breaking the quiet, even though the cougar still had his gaming headset on. "I thought...you were busy?"

Her anger died on her lips, even though it still stirred in her stomach. Chemical shot her a look, her tail curling around one of Ropes' tentacles. Even though it had to be interfering with his game, the cougar didn't complain, though his eyes remained fixed on the screens.

"He is..." Chemical breathed. "Shush now, or your brother will hear what's going on..."

Fyr clamped her jaws shut. Whereas she was pretty sure Kao wouldn't care one bit if he heard her having sex with Ropes, she didn't know what it would mean for her if he heard someone _else_having sex with Ropes. Would that affect the relationship her brother had with the cougar? She wanted them to be on good terms and her relationship, frankly, was her business.

"Ugh..."

Fyr muttered under her breath. What the hell could she do? With Ropes occasionally saying something to the dragon on the other side of his own gaming set up, she couldn't get in the middle of them!

Fyr pretended that would have been an option, even if Ropes was not partway occupied. That she would have been brave enough to shove them apart and take her place before Ropes, perhaps down on her knees and sucking his cock again. That would have been a much better way for her to please him while he was gaming, surely, when she wouldn't be getting in the way at the same time...

But that wasn't for Fyr in that moment, no, not as she groaned and slunk in, wanting to be a part of it too, in some small way. She put the food to the side, though it didn't seem like it was a necessary thing anymore, not something that would satisfy the rolling, grinding hunger in her stomach.

She had something else to satisfy, both Chem and Ropes nude, so she easily slunk between them. Yet she was down on the ground, taking the space that she didn't quite feel she belonged in, a low grunt rising from the back of her throat.

"Mmmm... Well, I can do other things..." She breathed. "You two should hurry up so I can take my turn."

Yes... Oh, yes. She would have her turn, definitely so. She wanted to be on top of Ropes, riding his cock, relishing in his length ramming her full - even his tentacles too. They were fun too and she'd have to take up every little bit of her husband's attention if she wanted to keep it.

And that was okay with the dragoness too, yes... She could play the game, neither dragon really holding the power between them as it swung back and forth. She purred as she nuzzled in between their bodies, but, with Chemical and Ropes both facing the same direction, there was a certain part that was easier for Fyr to get to.

Chemical's clit. All she had to do was pleasure the dragoness and raise her lust...and that would more than do everything that she needed it to do for Ropes.

"Mmm..."

Fyr hummed as she let the moment wash over her, a twist of deviousness rising in her guts. Yes, she belonged there, taking back her husband for herself even as Chemical hissed subtly and tried to push her away with her tail. Fyr was not to be dissuaded, however, not as she locked her lips around the dragoness' clit and suckled hard.

"Oof!"

"Ah... No... It's just background noise," Ropes said, as Kao clearly asked something about the strange noise he'd heard too. "Don't worry about it."

Chemical shuddered as Fyr pressed her lips hard around her clit, much harder than she would have wanted for herself. She liked a gentler touch, but Chemical could get off with something rougher, something cruder.

She bore down, doubling her efforts as Chem's breath hitched, Fyr's tail flicking jubilantly. Oh, it was too easy... They had been fucking for a little while already and Fyr pressed her paw up between their bodies, groping until she found Ropes' crotch and, lower, his balls too. She didn't have to do anything special for him, just think of how she was going to get Chemical off - and off her husband - and her own lust. No more than that was needed as her heart pounded and she fervently lashed her tongue over the swollen bud of Chemical's clit.

The dragoness was going to pay for taking her husband... Fyr barely even knew what she was thinking, huffing hotly through flared nostrils as she suckled as hard as she could, so roughly that even her own face and scales itched and ached from the sheer amount of pressure she was exerting. Fyr groaned as she pressed harder, ignoring the soreness, for it was almost something mechanical to her as she rose and fell in triumph, that little shudder rolling through Chemical that meant the dragoness was closer.

Too easy.

_ _

The thing was, for Fyr, it could be easy sometimes. She knew her husband like Chemical did not and that was something the dragoness could use to her advantage as Chemical moaned and bucked her hips, Ropes' cock still throbbing inside her as she climaxed. Fyr exerted more and more pressure, her tongue numb from how crudely she flickered it back and forth over the dragoness' clit, ignoring the rush of feminine arousal that slickened the path of her husband's cock.

For Fyr knew Ropes' eyes were on her, even if not quite her alone. She had the cougar where she wanted him as her lips curved into a smirk, even as she let Chemical ride out her orgasm.

Oh, it was good to have that control for a moment! It might be brief and, frankly, Ropes still held all the cards, but she could be okay with that. Her heart pounded and she drew back, watching how his pale, glowing eyes locked on to her, his tentacles withdrawing from the computer and keyboard as if he was already making a decision for himself.

Fyr chuckled and slid her tongue around the join of their bodies. It could have looked like she was trying to please them, but, really, all the dragon was doing was pleasing herself. That was all she had to do, after all, to get Ropes' attention, lapping up the combined mixture of their juices, from Chem's arousal to Ropes' cum, perhaps just his pre-cum. It was hard to tell, though she wouldn't have been at all surprised if the cougar had filled Chemical with his seed and gone again in that session alone.

He was, after all, a lust demon.

"Okay, now... My turn."

Fyr purred as she rose, though Chemical's eyes flashed and she parted her jaws, even though she was dazed from climax. She was about to say something cutting, something sarky, something that would have taken her hold back on the cougar at the point Fyr was ready to snatch it all back.

That was, if Fyr hadn't drawn the dragoness into a deep, lustful kiss, feeding what she had scooped up from the join of their bodies, their combined, lustful, sexual fluids, back into Chemical's mouth. She moaned openly, not even caring if Kao heard her, not caring who heard her.

She was getting her guy and there wasn't a damned soul in the whole universe who was going to shake her from her claim.

Her tongue tangled with Chemical's, taking a more dominant edge with a raw, shuddering thrill as she dragged it back along the slippery length within Chem's maw. The dragoness was left gasping while Fyr smirked and helped her off Ropes' lap, though Ropes' tentacles played a part there too. The dragoness was taken off his cock, the feline still ready and hard, and Fyr slid into place.

Ropes grunted, though a smile played over his lips as she took the headset from his head.

"Ropes is busy tonight, Kao," she said into the microphone, not bothering to listen for a response in the headset. "Okay? He'll get back to you... Maybe tomorrow."

With that, Fyr pushed the computer chair away from the desk, scooting back on its wheels, her cougar under her as she triumphantly seated herself on his throbbing hard-on. His dick slid up inside her as if it was meant to bet here and, truly, that was exactly how things were supposed to be.

Chemical grumbled, ran her fingers through her hair, and muttered something about getting food but Fyr didn't really care what the dragoness did. She had other things on her mind as she rose and fell on Ropes' cock, the game closed out, only pleasure to be had as he purred and clung to her with his tentacles, supporting her as he ground in deep.

"My wife..."

Ropes growled possessively and Fyr moaned, her head thrown back as his teeth grazed her throat.

There, everything was right. There, she was in control. There, she could have her husband back.

Everything was well and she moaned, riding him, trusting Ropes to hold her, even as he fed a tentacle under her tail and gently into her tail hole. He treated her just as she liked to be treated, for she had been the one, that time, to take the initiative and feed his needs.

To feed a demon of lust... Well, it came with some compromises. And Fyr was okay with that, as long as she knew the game she was playing.

So, Fyr had her hold back on her husband, his cock inside her, the cougar yowling as he erupted, filling her. But for how long would it last?

That was only something the cuckolding rivalry between the dragonesses, after all, could decide...

And Fyr was up for the challenge.