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Title: Family Unity Author: alaitallon/Kristin Davis

Warnings: M/F sex, F/F sex, adult incest, cheating, tentacles

The characters Fyrdragon, Helena, and Hiss belong to fyrdrgon @ FurAffinity. Ropes belongs to killjoy08 @ FurAffinity.

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Secrets have a way of taking hold. They seep into cracks, put down roots, and thrive; they twist their viny tendrils around other aspects of normal life. Like weeds, they begin to take up space and take over, multiplying one after another.

The secret had been growing for over a month now, taking its time to germinate. Tension had also been growing in the family, sowing its seeds in the cracks that already existed amongst the family members. Most notably, a divide was forming between Ropes, a pleasure demon, and his wife, Fyrdrgon, a dragoness.

The pair normally had been close, finding passion and intimacy in each other that no other beast could handle. Quite literally, no one prior to his mate had been able to withstand the ferocity of the tentacled pleasure demon's lust. The demon in cougar form simply could not satiate himself with mere mortals and frequently fucked them until they collapsed from exhaustion while trying. Only the red scaled dragoness had been able to handle and even love his nature.

That is, until now. As Fyrdrgon had been pushing Ropes away, for reasons unexplained, he found both emotional and physical solace in the two other furs closest to him in his life, his two adult offspring Hiss and Helena. At the root of the secret, he had stumbled upon the two of them having sex in their shared bedroom, a discovery that had first shocked and even disgusted him. Yet his curiosity and the need to satisfy his most primal urges had led him to become a part of the secret himself and join in. Both sharing his demonic heritage, they proved masters at both withstanding and giving back extreme pleasure and ecstasy. With his daughter Helena, who took after her mother more with a mostly dragoness form, he found she quite frequently matched the prowess of her mother, even for someone only college-aged. Even Hiss (and this was a secret only the two men knew; the cougar-shaped demons kept this close to their hearts, even now) demonstrated he could endure his father's huge uncut cock and two pairs of tentacles that could change at will.

Only Fyrdrgon did not know. Yet the more she pushed Ropes away, their fights becoming more and more frequent, the more he felt driven to keep up the secret. Yet, even a demon can have feelings of guilt. He loved his mate, and the tension between them pained him. Beginning to feel torn in two directions, Ropes sulked in the master bedroom. Fyrdrgon had once more left the house and had been gone for hours, presumably shopping or running errands. Downstairs, Hiss and Helena played video games in their underwear, seemingly untouched by the crevasse growing between their parents.

"You gonna let me have a turn or what?" Hiss asked, moody.

"Hey, I gotta get to the next checkpoint, okay?" Helena replied, maneuvering her character through a first-person shooter. "Just because I'm better at this than you doesn't mean you gotta be butthurt. All you do is die."

"What? I totally owned you the other day!"

"Yeah, on accident," Helena said, not taking her eyes from the screen. "I know you couldn't do that again if you tried."

"Girl, I'll show YOU PvP if you don't give me a turn," he said, starting to bristle.

"Make me," Helena said, smirking.

Far be it from Hiss to turn down a challenge, the first thing he did was snake forward his two tentacles to wrap around Helena's arms.

"Hey, I didn't mean it, dumbass!" Helena said, looking irritated yet laughing at the same time. She clung on to the controller, refusing to let go, even while bound.

"Grrrr, don't say what you don't mean, sis," he said, grinning as he tried to wrest control from her. She struggled, her tail lashing and her muscles strong, even for a female. The combination of dragon and demon heritage made her a powerful match, even though she was slender and petite. Seeing she would not let go through ordinary means, Hiss reached forward to grab one of her nipples through her upper bra, giving it a tweak.

With a squeak of surprise, she dropped the controller. "No fair!" she yelled, growling playfully. "You fight dirty!"

"I sure do," Hiss said, suddenly unbalancing her by pushing towards her now, rather than pulling away. She toppled on her back on the couch, Hiss's tentacles still wrapped around her arms and his arms pinning her down by grabbing her by the top set of her breasts. He gave them another squeeze, making her cry out. Hiss's tail lashed behind him as he held her down, a wicked grin spreading across his muzzle. A mere glance down was all it took for Helena to see the huge tent in his boxers.

"Fighting always make you horny?" she asked, though not unkindly. She squirmed under him and he pressed down harder to keep her still.

"Maybe," he said, leaning down towards her. "Now hush. You know you want it, too. I can smell it." And surely enough, Helena could feel her own blood beating hot in her veins, a warmth spreading through her crotch as she wiggled to get free. He used one tentacle to wrap her wrists together, holding them tight, as the other reached down to start pulling down her underwear. The pink thong slid down with no resistance, revealing the glistening moist lips of her pussy hidden underneath. He let out a growl of arousal and approval.

"See what I mean?" he said, using his free tentacle to shimmy his boxers down. His bulging erection sprung free from its bonds, a giant uncut cock that matched his father's in length and girth. Helena bit her lip, remembering with pleasure just how well it filled her up in the past. Her pussy seemed to flex with anticipation.

He leaned down and kissed her hard, his rough tongue counteracting her soft, thin dragon tongue. He explored the inside of her muzzle, knowing every nook and cranny by now, yet cherishing it just the same as she began to kiss back, breathing hard with need. She let out a soft whimper as he gave her breasts another squeeze, first the top set, then the second set. His paws slid under her bra and found nipples, hard as chips of diamond by this point. The demon began to pull at and massage them, tugging on them to elicit whines of pleasure against his muzzle.

He pulled his mouth away and looked into her eyes, grinning. "Say it," he said, his breath hot and ragged.

"Say what?"

"Say that you have to have me in you. Beg me for it."

"I'm not going to beg YOU," she said, laughing, but she couldn't help but feel the need in her rising.

"That'll change," he said, lowering himself to run the bare tip of his cock along the inside of her thighs. She watched it as it got close to her slit, nearly touched it, then pulled away at the last moment. He circled her pussy with it, tantalizing her with the thought of just sliding it in and taking her. A drop of his precum began to slide off the tip and finally settled on her clit. He grinned, and let the head of his cock brush just barely against the center of her pleasure; it was just enough to make her moan.

"You sure you don't want to beg?" he asked, moving his cock along her clit yet never penetrating her. She whined and tried to squirm away again.

"Never!" she said, beginning to pant a little from exertion.

Saying nothing, he began changing his free tentacle. They had the ability to morph and change as the demons wished, and most often they were used for their carnal impulses. Hiss began to change the green tip into a fat, knotted dragon cock. "You sure, sister?" he said, as the transformation began to complete. Precum streamed down the tip of the massive tentacle-cock, lubricating it and making it shine. "Because I have ways," he continued, lowering it to hover near his sister's puckered pink tailhole. He slid the tip along it, getting it wet and ready. She whimpered, knowing where he was going with this.

"I don't know if I can take that," she said, looking worried. She'd taken large cocks in her ass before, but this one was massive. It was probably the biggest she'd ever seen Hiss create with a tentacle, and she marvelled at it.

"It's your choice, then," he said, grinning. "Either take me in your pussy or you get THIS in your ass. Up to you, girl."

She whimpered and made one last squirm to get away, but he held her tight as a bear trap. She felt the tip of the dragon cock pressing against her tailhole, about to slide in whether she thought she could handle it or not, and she shook her head.

"Wait! Fine. Please, just fuck me, Hiss. I'll let you win this time."

"What was that?"

"I said please, PLEASE fuck me. Okay? Please?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he said, wasting no time to plunge his own uncut cock into her waiting pussy. She cried out as it entered her, pushing her open as it slid in. Though it felt amazing, she always felt a little bit of pain when he took her so fast, like she hadn't had time to get ready and "ease" into the experience. She let out a whine as he pushed himself into her, yet revelled in the pain as it increased the pleasure. The only other times she felt this full and pleased were when she let her father take her. Helena shuddered with pleasure at the mere thought. She accented this with a moan as she felt Hiss finally push himself in all the way, hilting himself in her tight passage.

"That's right," he said, panting as he began to thrust faster into her. However, Helena couldn't see what he was doing with the other tentacle and she let out a yelp as she felt it back at her tailhole, pressing close.

"What! No fair!" she said, squirming again, but Hiss held her down as he pushed the tip into her.

"You said it yourself, sis," he said. "I fight dirty." With a grunt, he began working the giant cock-shaped tip of the tentacle into her even tighter ass. Though the tentacles were an extension of himself, they felt pleasure and erotic feelings just like his normal parts did. Hiss's eyes nearly rolled back with ecstasy as he began to work the shaft into her, feeling her flex against it and hold it tight. If not for the heavy coating of lubricating precum, he didn't think he'd get it into her at all. It pressed up through the thin wall between ass and pussy, making the pressure on his own cock almost unbearable.

Helena found it hard to contain her ecstasy either. The pressure of two giant cocks inside of her, simultaneously thrusting in and out, filling her completely, made her heady with pleasure. She writhed and squirmed under him, grinding her sensitive clit against his pubic bone with each thrust. He growled at her, leaning over to nip at her sensitive neck as he felt his primal needs rising to the surface.

Suddenly, she felt him tense above her as he slammed both cocks into her as far as they could go. He let out a snarl of pleasure as he bit into the side of her neck, eliciting a cry from her in response. She pressed against him as he pumped load after load into her, and she felt herself begin to buck under him, her own pleasure overtaking her. She moaned into his ear, her muscles clenching around him in spasms as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body. Cum spilled into her passages, filling them completely and drizzling out wherever there were any openings, no matter how small. He continued to thrust against her as he filled his sister, and he had to wonder how she wasn't pregnant by now with all the fertile seed both he and his father had put into her. Maybe there was draconic or demonic magic at work?

He didn't know, and his thoughts flitted quickly back to his ebbing pleasure and energy. Cumming from two different places at once had worn him out, even as a pleasure demon, and Hiss slumped down on top of her, exhausted. They both gasped as they caught their breath and heat rose from their bodies. Hiss had just enough awareness to slip himself out from her holes, but shortly after, Helena heard light snoring coming from his muzzle as he lay on her chest, nestled between her four breasts.

As Helena began to catch her breath, she glanced to the TV screen. Her character had been long dead, shot down by enemy fire, and she swore under her breath and shook her head. "Worth it, though," she whispered, feeling the cum trickling from between her legs. She waited a few minutes, hoping Hiss might wake up and let her go, but his drowse seemed to grow into a full-out slumber as she watched the rise and fall of his chest. She sighed. Helena needed to clean up, as the cum was starting to dry and get gummy, which generally wasn't a pleasant feeling for her, even after such a good session. With great care, she began to wiggle herself free, hoping not to disturb her brother. Fortunately, he had worn himself out so much that he did not so much as stir as she lay his head back down on one of the couch pillows. He continued snoring, his mouth hanging open. She looked down at his spooge covered cock, now shrinking back to normal size, and she couldn't help but laugh. However, she tossed a blanket over him, just on the off chance her mother came home and saw him there. Better not to have her ask questions.

Grabbing her thong, Helena trundled upstairs, sore and achy, yet completely satisfied. She opened their shared bathroom, ready to take a shower, then wrinkled her nose at the fact Hiss had neglected to clean it this week, even though it was his turn. But she shrugged, knowing she might be able to use their parents' shower if she asked nicely enough. She knew her dad was in a foul mood today, however, and approached his door with caution.

She knocked on the door.

"What?" snapped her dad, still seeming to feel temperamental. She hesitated, almost dropping the entire idea to go use the less clean shower.

"Can I use your shower, Dad? Hiss didn't clean ours. It's kinda gross."

"What's stopping you from cleaning it?" came back the voice, but it sounded like he was getting up, at least.

"Er, I'm pretty dirty, Dad. Um, just really really would like to wash off real fast. Then I'll clean it."

"Oh?" he said, and she heard him unlock the door before opening it. The taller, more muscular pleasure demon stood there, a bathrobe hastily wrapped around him. Helena could smell the scent of his own arousal on him, and she blushed a little. Apparently he had been pawing off a few moments ago, and Ropes did not seem inclined to try hiding it.

He looked at her from head to toe, then back into her eyes. He smirked, before saying, "Hmm, looks like my two kids have been at it again, huh? Didn't think to invite dear ol' Dad, though, did you?"

She grimaced, her scales blushing a darker shade of red as she looked away. "Sorry, Dad. He kinda jumped me."

He nodded, as if to say, "Likely story." However, he instead said, "And where is he now?"

"Er, he kinda passed out on me, too," Helena said, fidgeting a little now.

"That boy never did have my endurance," Ropes said with a smirk. "Go wash up. I'll be here when you finish."

Indeed he was. As Helena left the shower, every scale now clean and shiny, she saw her father in bed, his bathrobe off. He patted the comforter beside him, beckoning her to join him.

As she approached, he said, "Over here, my dear."

She hesitated a little bit, already having an idea of what he had in mind. "I don't know if I can go again, Dad. I'm still pretty sore."

"Shhhh," he said, patting the bed again. "I just want to be gentle with you and pamper you a bit, since your brother obviously didn't. Come get in bed with Daddy. I'll hold you like I did when you were a hatchling."

"Heh, not quite," she said, but she smiled and climbed under the covers with him. They felt cool and soft after her warm shower and she let out a pleased sigh. She curled up in bed, exhausted, and he snuggled down next to her, spooning behind her. The afternoon sunlight in the bedroom gave the room a warm glow. He wrapped a strong, furry arm around her and nuzzled along the back of her neck, purring. She shivered at the feeling of his breath on her neck, the sensation sending a tingle down her spine. She felt completely at peace there in her father's arms. Yet now, there was a new layer of love and affection that hadn't been shared until very recently.

His rough, feline tongue slipped out of his mouth and began to groom the back of her neck. She squirmed as she felt it along her scales, tickling and shooting pleasure through her. He held her close, however, not letting her wiggle away as he groomed her neck and shoulders in a manner very reminiscent of when she was little. Her mind puzzled over the new meaning underneath this gesture and how it affected her experience of it. Yet, even while somewhat confused, she wanted more. She pressed herself against him as he licked and enjoyed the warmth.

His hand moved up to cup her full breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. He traced a finger around her nipple, stroking it back into being hard again. She let out a soft whimper, the attention causing a stir between her legs again (one that was not entirely unwelcome). She felt him press against the smooth cheeks of her ass, his erection a hot poker. She started to wiggle away, but he held her there, his arms strong.

"Just let me please you," he whispered into her ear, purring. "We'll both feel better." He pressed the tip of his uncut cock against the still wet folds of her pussy and she gasped. With the arm he'd used to wrap around her, he guided his throbbing cock to her slit. He applied pressure, gently and slowly coaxing her to let him enter her again.

As if to help persuade her, two of his four tentacles began to snake around her, one moving to her clit, the other to one of her breasts. The one on her clit and morphed itself into the shape of a warm, slick tongue, glistening with saliva. She arched her back with a gasp as it began to nuzzle into her crotch, massaging and pleasuring it. The good feeling helped her relax, and she let out a moan as her father eased the tip of his cock into her. Like before, there was a mixture of pain and pleasure to begin with, but it changed into a feeling of pure bliss as he slid the rest of his length in. She squirmed as he spooned behind her, gently humping her as his tentacles worked at her other erogenous zones.

He began to nibble and bite at her neck sensually, heightening her renewed arousal as he attempted to please her entire body. She let out a low whine, passion beginning to heat her crotch with need. With every slow thrust, she pressed back against him, aiding him as he hilted into her, filling her completely. His hand squeezed her breast hard, making her moan with surprise. She felt close and knew that her time would be soon. She wanted to cum with his cock deep inside her, letting him feel as her muscles squeezed and spasmed.

The door opened with a bang.

Though it took a lot to startle Ropes, and there's very little that could faze him, he did jump in surprise when his head shot up and he saw the last person he wanted to see standing there in the doorway. There stood Fyrdrgon, her face a combination of horror, shock, and disbelief as shopping bags slid from her arms. The two in bed froze, their passion momentarily forgotten as equal amounts of surprise shot through them.

"What. The. HELL." Anger now began to contort her face, making her red scales a dark, terrifying burgundy. Helena threw the sheets up over herself, all but her eyes, which were twin moons of distress.

Fyrdrgon began to stalk forward, her tail lashing wildly, and Ropes knew he had only one moment to save his marriage and his family from ruin. If he let her get to him and start attacking him, he knew that both of them would walk away injured. A dragon, when angered, is a powerful beast, as is a demon. It would all be over then.

He rose and sat up straight in bed, his eyes fixed on her, as he barked a single command, "Stop." Those eyes almost seemed to glow white from within, and it froze her in her tracks, though the fury still covered her face entirely. Her tail twitched as she stood.

Words shot from her mouth. "What even makes you think you can do this to me?! To our DAUGHTER?! How long have you been doing this? Have you hurt her? Helena, has he hurt you?"

"N-no, Mom--" Helena managed to squeak.

"How could you betray me like this, Ropes?" She clenched her fists in rage and hurt, tears springing to the corners of her eyes. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"I could ask the same of you," Ropes replied, trying to maintain his calm. One tentacle still snaked under the sheets, gently stroking Helena's thigh, attempting to sooth her even though she watched the scene in terror.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"For the past two months, you have been pushing me away, Fyr. I've wanted you, even craved you and your touch, but I always met resistance. You wouldn't open to me."

"No, I'm sure there have been a few times!"

"Perhaps. But those were given to me grudgingly, my dear."

"I should leave you over this. You think this is going to make things better? You think fucking your own daughter is going to bring us closer?"

He shook his head. "I never intended for this to be a permanent solution. She does this completely with consent." He moved his tentacle up her thigh, slowly beginning to slide down to her crotch and examine the wet lips there. "I would never do this to her against her will."

"So you fuck her instead of me. So that's it."

"Fyr, I already told you. I tried again and again to get your interest, and you pushed me away. You refused." He tried to keep his composure as he felt Helena's hand on his tentacle, gently massaging and rubbing it. He changed it into the shape of a cock to satisfy the both of them.

"I'm just tired, okay? All I ever get to do anymore is clean the house, look after the kids, cook all the meals, run all the errands." Fyrdrgon shook with barely contained frustration and tears began sliding down her cheeks. "I rarely get to even go out of the house anymore unless it's to go get groceries or run to the bank. And gods forbid I try to buy something for myself. Then I get read the riot act for 'spending all our money!' Ropes, what am I supposed to do? I am just. So. Tired."

Even though Helena rubbed the cock shaped tip of Ropes's tentacle with a gusto, he removed it gingerly from her grasp so that he could get out of bed and stand up. "So you feel unappreciated? Is that it?"

She nodded, not saying anything as she fought to get the tears under control.

"My dear," he said, stepping towards her. She started to step back away from him.

"Don't you touch me!"

"Shhhh," he said, gently cupping her face in his palms, despite her resistance. He looked into her eyes, the glow beginning to fade and instead changing into the eyes of her lover, her friend, her mate, her husband. "I'm sorry. I truly am. I had no idea you felt like we didn't care. All of us, myself especially, love you more than we can ever express."

"Then how could you do this?" she asked, sniffling as she looked at him. "Why would you hurt me like this?"

"Why would you hurt me, Fyr? You could have talked to me. I would have listened and given you so much appreciation, you wouldn't be able to sit down for days." He cracked a wry grin, and a tiny trace of a smile flitted across her maw. Seeing this, he kissed her, first tenderly, then with passion as his tongue found its way in and began tickling the delicate roof of her mouth. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure, as she always did when he found that sweet spot on her hard palate, and he gave her a warm nuzzle.

"Now," he said, firmly, but not unkindly, sitting her down on the loveseat opposite of their bed, "I want you to sit still for a bit. Don't say anything, just sit and watch."

"But--"

"Shh," he said, putting a paw to her lips. "I think you'll enjoy seeing your husband at work."

"But she's our daught--"

"And she reminds me every bit of you, love," he said, turning before she could say anymore. "Helena, I want you to show your mother just how good you are. Make her proud of you. You've been keeping your father very, very happy, haven't you?"

She poked her nose out from under the sheets, hesitating, before nodding and saying, "I think so."

"I think you know so," he said, reaching a paw to ruffle her hair as he climbed onto the bed and kneeled next to her. "Now show her this is something you enjoy."

With a grin, she pushed herself up on her arms and licked her lips, eyeing his cock hungrily as it hovered before her. She moved forward, wrapping one hand around the base of the shaft and leaning in to wrap her lips around the tip. It eased into her mouth, forcing her to open her jaw wide. Her tongue began to tease along the foreskin, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body. The thin and delicate skin was riddled with nerve endings, and the soft, wet tongue of his daughter made him thrust his hips against her involuntarily. She accepted the cock readily, opening her mouth wider, but almost gagging as it began entering her throat. She relaxed her jaw, letting it slide further and further in.

Fyrdrgon began to squirm as she watched. She still felt a twinge of revulsion and pain watching him with their own daughter, but at the same time, it was almost like watching herself when she was younger, when she and the pleasure demon had first met. "It's like watching a porn starring me," she thought to herself, biting her bottom lip from the conflicting feelings.

Just as Helena thought she could open her mouth no further, the cock still not yet fully hilted in her, Ropes began to withdraw it. Strings of saliva clung to the shaft and dripped down, mixing with his building precum. "Lay down," he said, giving her a gentle push backwards. "Now that you have me all nice and wet, show her what you can REALLY do."

She smiled and lay back, spreading her legs wide as he lowered on top of her, giving Fyrdrgon a clear view from the side as they sprawled on the huge king bed. Ropes pushed his daughter's arms back above her head and kissed her hard. His tentacles began moving down to clutch at her perky nipples and he positioned himself to enter her. Yet before he did, he made sure to look his wife right in the eyes, fixing her again with his stare while he kissed their daughter.

With a grunt, he entered her, slamming his thick cock into her tight and well-lubed pussy. She moaned against his lips, kissing him back with a passion fueled by naked lust. Her hips arched up against his, forcing the cock in further.

Ropes gave a growl of pleasure and broke the kiss, moving to begin licking underneath her neck and along her shoulders as he began thrusting into her. She wrapped her legs around his lower back, moaning as he filled her up with his pulsing organ. It throbbed hard within her, making her tilt her head back in ecstasy. The head rubbed against her g-spot with every pump, bombarding her with pleasure. Simultaneously, all four tentacles worked at her nipples, pulling and massaging them. Helena practically writhed at his touch.

Fyrdrgon began squirming some more as well, though she tried not to. Her crotch began to feel warm and wet, and with growing alarm she began to realize she was actually aroused by this! As much as she attempted to quell the feeling, she couldn't help but feel turned on watching her husband and, yes, even Helena, making love so passionately to each other. It made her wish she was there in her daughter's place, on the receiving end of his ravishing. She had been a fool to resist him for so long when they could have been doing this! She wanted to kick herself, but she kept still, her attention rapt.

Ropes began to feel his climax building up inside him. His balls began to tighten and his throbbing dick could almost take no more of Helena's absurdly tight pussy clenching around him. Especially after both trying to paw off earlier and working himself up with Helena before Fyrdrgon's arrival, he could feel the pressure of his seed in his voluminous sack. He let out a groan, knowing he had to release it, but he wanted to make it a special show for the one he loved most, who watched on. With a yowl of gratification, he withdrew his giant cock and let it explode all over Helena's belly. Even though the cock no longer filled her, she continued moaning beneath him, arching her hips up to catch the spray of cum that began hitting her in streams. It jetted out in thick ropes of pent up seed, splashing all over her belly, chest, and breasts. He tilted his head back and roared, making the shelves and windows rattle in response.

It was the roar of a true demon, one Fyrdrgon had experienced before and could never forget. She found herself with her hand under her skirt, claws tickling at her clit, as she saw the full power and pleasure of her mate. Seeing him like this, at a distance rather than right in on the action, filled her with a sense of awe, one she hadn't felt since her first experiences with him so many years ago. Her lover, her husband, her soulmate, stood here now, the height of his ecstasy revealed. She shivered.

Uttering a low growl, the cum now merely oozing from his cock rather than jetting, Ropes surveyed the "damage." Spooge covered the lower belly of Helena, and splattered along her breasts and chest, even as high as her neck and chin. Some of it trickled down her sides as she panted, her need still unmet.

"Fyr," Ropes said, his voice powerful. "Come here." It was not a request.

Unable to refuse him after such a display, she drew closer, almost reverently. He pointed to the mess, one claw extended. "Clean her," he said. "Clean your little girl for me."

Fyrdrgon locked eyes with Helena, seeing the need in her little one's gaze, and felt helpless to refuse. She bent over the side of the bed and dipped her head down. Her long, draconic tongue snaked out and began to lap at the spots, starting at the edges. His cum was nectar in her mouth, and she felt energized and aroused as she licked it up, one mouthful at a time. Helena's belly moved up and down as she breathed, and she twitched as her mother's smooth tongue tickled her scales. Fyrdrgon began licking along Helena's chest, pausing for a moment before taking a cum-covered nipple into her mouth and sucking it. The younger dragon moaned, taken by surprise. Though Fyrdrgon had been with females before, this was different. It was almost like a form of masturbation, as the resemblance between the two was so close. It fueled her passion, and she moved her head down further. The tongue extended again and slid along the exposed clit, causing Helena to twitch violently beneath her.

"Oh! Oh, Mom! Don't stop!" Helena begged, moaning loudly. Her clit felt like a hard pea in her mother's mouth, and the taste of mingled cum and her juices tantalized her. She sucked on the bead of pleasure, making the younger dragon squirm.

"Now clean me," Ropes said, interrupting them with a cock in her face. Fyrdrgon startled, then looked up to see her husband still kneeling by them, his shaft gripped in his paw. The smell of his cock, cum, and her daughter's juices all in one place aroused her in a way she'd never thought possible. Like Helena before her, she parted her muzzle and took his still hard cock into her mouth. The cum soaked her tongue, the taste familiar, and she moaned as she lapped it all up. He grinned and lightly thrust into her, holding her head steady as he moved his hips. The enormity of his organ muffled her moans. The sound reverberated along his shaft, making him purr with pleasure.

"Good girl," he said, patting her head and running his hand along her horns. She looked up into his eyes and felt like a girl again, young and inexperienced, but absolutely smitten with the powerful demon before her. Sometimes Fyrdrgon looked back and wondered if he'd fascinated her with those eyes, weaving some demonic spell on her, but she knew that could not be the case. Her love for him had only grown over time, even when the hurt and resentment covered it up at times like recently.

"Now put me back in her. I'm sure you know how," he said, gently scritching under her chin. He flipped Helena over onto her belly and used his hands to arch her hips up towards him. He positioned himself near his squirming daughter's slit, waiting for Fyrdrgon to obey. Nodding, she reached a hand out and took his still wet cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling how warm and hard it still was. "He must have really been pent up," she thought, still in awe. "He just keeps going!" She guided it forward and Ropes put his hands on Helena's hips for support.

The tip pressed against the wet slit as Helena looked over her shoulder, watching them. As the tip brushed against her, she moaned, almost ready to beg them to let her cum. She moved a hand to begin massaging her clit for help, but Ropes swatted it away. "You'll cum when I tell you to," he said, taking command. Helena moaned in reply, pouting.

With Fyrdrgon's hand guiding him, Ropes began to slide back into his daughter, her pussy more than welcoming him in. It clenched around his shaft, pumping it for anything it could offer. Ropes uttered a low growl of pleasure and Fyrdrgon saw a strange grin appear on her husband's face. He seemed to be looking at something past her.

Before she could turn and follow his gaze, she felt an equally thick cock pressing against her own pussy from under her skirt and strong arms wrapping around her from behind. Her eyes flew open in shock, and she had time to wonder if Ropes had managed to magic up a duplicate of himself, when her son, Hiss, spoke in her ear.

"So I guess you found us out, Mom," he said, his voice husky. His eyes were bleary with sleep, but the rest of him seemed wide awake.

"You're in on this, too?" she said, and he nipped at the side of her neck, purring.

"It's our family secret," he said, his whiskers tickling the side of her face. "Get on the bed next to them. Go on." He scooted her the rest of the way up, so the two men kneeled side by side behind two females on their hands and knees. Helena and her mother looked at each other, their expressions of longing mirrored. The sensation of Hiss sliding himself into his mother broke the gaze, making her moan. Similarly, Ropes resumed thrusting into Helena, and a strikingly similar moan, matching the pitch perfectly, came from her mouth. It sounded like a duet of pleasure as the two demon cougars began pounding into them.

Tentacles whipped through the air and latched onto nipples and clits, massaging all as pussies clenched around cocks. Tails lashed, wrapping around each other at times. The two dragons tore at the bedsheets, their claws ripping down to the mattress as they writhed and squirmed. Twin pairs of hands dug claws of their own into the hips of their lovers. They grunted as they plowed into tight pussies, ones that threatened to milk them dry with each stroke.

The two ladies felt themselves nearing their climaxes as well. Helena in particular was full of longing and could barely contain herself any longer. A low moan escaped her lips, and it escalated into a scream of pleasure as Ropes pistoned into her, sinking himself in balls deep.

Hiss bit at the back of his mother's neck, driving himself in so much he bumped against her cervix as he roared against her. Thick gouts of cum spurted into her.

Ropes, even though he had so recently spilled his seed, began to cum once again in Helena's clenching pussy, letting her spasming muscles draw out a fresh batch of hot semen that spilled into her passages, filling her utterly.

Finally, Fyrdrgon began to orgasm, the sounds, smells, and sensations of her immediate family climaxing around her finally bringing her to the brink herself. All at once, she felt those inhibitions dropping away. She felt the bonds of her beloved family tightening around her, and her heart swelled with love and pride for them as she soared into heights of ecstasy. She let out a draconic roar, one that shook the house to its foundations. Never again would this secret divide them. Never again would they let this crevice form between them. Her offspring and husband joined her, adding to the sound with their unique voices, until they cried out as one.

One sound.

One passion.

One family.