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Title: A Mother's Love Author: alaitallon/Kristin Davis

Warnings: F/M/F sex, adult incest

The characters Fyrdragon and Sasha belong to fyrdrgon @ FurAffinity. Ropes belongs to killjoy08 @ FurAffinity.

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The dragoness Fyrdrgon gazed out the window, watching the scenery flit past. Her husband, a pleasure-demon named Ropes, who appeared much like a four tentacled cougar, sat at the wheel, driving them along the long highway. Even as trees, pastures, and crops appeared before her, rarities she never saw from their city home, Fyrdrgon did not appear to be appreciating the view. Instead, she seemed to gaze out far ahead, lost in thought.

Her life had become a whirlwind of change these past few months. It had started when her husband walked in on their two adult offspring, a cougar shaped son named Hiss and a dragoness shaped daughter named Helena, having sex with each other in their shared bedroom. Rather than breaking it up, her husband had ultimately joined in, a fact he kept secret until she walked in on one of their rendezvous. While she had gradually accepted this, even joined in, this was soon followed by learning that incest didn't stop at the immediate family, either. Her brother Kaoshin had been sleeping with their mother, Sasha, ever since he had left college to take care of her after their father died.

Though one might imagine the dragoness would feel desensitized by this point, she still reeled from the information, even though she and Helena had decided to have sex with him as well. It simply was too much to absorb.

She jumped as she felt Ropes caress her knee with one of his tentacles, his hands still on the steering wheel. He glanced away from the road to her, concern on his face.

"You okay, Fyr? Your smell is off. You seem worried."

She shook herself, trying to return back to the present. "I'll be okay," she said, giving his tentacle a quick squeeze. "I just haven't seen Mom in a while. Especially not since what Kao told me. It'll just be a little weird, I think."

"I understand," Ropes said, taking the exit ramp towards Sasha's country home. "I have to say, though, I can't fault Kao for going after her like he did."

"Dear!" Fyrdrgon said, whipping her head around to glare at him. Her husband smirked.

"What? Your mother's quite a catch, if I say so." Before Fyrdrgon could protest further, he added quickly, "You took after her quite nicely, in figure, if not in color. I always wondered how you ended up red when your parents were black and blue."

"Genetics or something," Fyrdrgon muttered, crossing her arms and aiming a glare back at him. "She's my mom, okay? That'd just be weird."

"All right, all right, relax," he purred, maintaining his good nature by risking a fondle under her skirt with his tentacle. "Or I'll make you relax my own way."

She giggled, lightening up a bit and batting at his tentacle before it could explore too far. "We're almost there, you big kid, behave!"

They turned down a gravel road, the car kicking up dust and pebbles behind them. A worn mailbox, rusted at the edges, stood at a gate covered in ivy. The fresh, yet distinct, smell of the country made Fyrdrgon's heart leap. It was the smell of home and her early years. It was the smell of memories.

A jumble of wildflowers grew in Sasha's front garden, dotted with fat bumble bees as they droned from one blossom to the next. Wind chimes hung from corners of the front porch and tinkled in the breeze. As the couple got out of their car, Fyrdrgon spotted the flowerpot she had painted for her parents back in second grade, a troop of pansies taking up residence in it by the porch steps. Everything was right where she remembered it as a hatchling.

In the cool shade of the porch, Sasha sat in the porch swing, a cool glass of sweet tea in her hand. For a grandmother, she had aged very well, as dragons were slow to grow old at all. Her eyes gleamed bright and alert, her breasts (though large) still held their shape, and she had a pleasingly slim figure. She still kept her blue and red scales shiny and her claws sharp, a meticulous task many dragons gave up well into middle-age. As Fyrdrgon and Ropes approached she put down her tea on an end table and rose to greet them. "Look what the cat dragged in! It's been forever since I've seen you, girl!" She opened up her arms to hug her daughter, pulling her close.

"Sorry I don't get out here that much, Mom," Fyrdrgon said, allowing herself a moment to nuzzle against her mother's cheek affectionately. "Even with the kids in school now, I'm just always on the go."

"You need to slow down and enjoy life a little, dear. You'll work yourself to death!" she said, holding her daughter at arm's length to look at her. "If that rascal husband of yours doesn't send you to it on his own, that is!" She followed this with a flirtatious wink to Ropes, one Fyrdrgon wasn't quite comfortable with, but brushed it off. After all, it was just her mother. What harm could it be?

"I've got pork chops and biscuits cooling on the stove if you're ready to eat," Sasha said, ushering the two in. "There's pound cake, too, for dessert. I picked some strawberries just this afternoon to eat with it."

"Oh, happy to hear your strawberry plant's still doing okay," Fyrdrgon said, stepping into the cool shade of the house as Ropes followed. The smell of fresh food and potpourri instantly brought back memories as she walked into the hall. A grandfather clock stood as a solemn guardian at the end of the hardwood hall, ticking softly with each swing of its pendulum. Framed family photos and collages peppered the walls, and Fyrdrgon felt herself drawn back to one of her favorites.

In it, a much younger Sasha and her black dragon husband, Alex, knelt by a sandcastle as two hatchlings, one red-orange, the other a deep blue, added sand onto it with plastic spades. "We were so happy," Fyrdrgon thought, her eyebrows furrowed. "Oh Dad, why did you have to die?"

"I always liked that picture of you guys," Sasha said, putting a hand on Fyrdrgon's shoulder. "You and your brother were real cuties at that age."

"Heh, I was, for sure. Can't say anything about Kao, though," Fyrdrgon replied, teasing.

"Oh stop that, your brother's quite a handsome man now," Sasha replied, giving a knowing smile that Fyrdrgon previously would not have been able to know the true meaning behind.

"Speaking of which," Fyrdrgon said, following Sasha as she turned towards the kitchen, where the plates were already set out for them and food cooled on the stove. "Kao stopped by and stayed with us about a week ago."

"Oh, how wonderful!" Sasha said, gesturing for them to take a seat. She grabbed Ropes's plate to serve a pork chop onto it. "I know you haven't seen him in quite some time. He's always been so busy with work on that book of his, he tells me."

"Yeah, quite a busy bee," Fyrdrgon said, watching as Ropes licked his lips. Sasha handed him back a plate heaped with pork chops, fresh biscuits, greens, and plenty of gravy to go around.

"This looks amazing," he said, practically salivating. "Smells great, too!"

"I just hope it'll taste as good as it looks," Sasha said. She smiled and served Fyrdrgon then herself. Finally having a seat, she said, "So how was Kao's visit with you guys? Were the kids happy to see him?"

"Funny you should ask that," Ropes said, digging into his pork chop. Fyrdrgon shot him a sharp look, but it was time to come clean anyway.

"Mom, Kao and I talked for a bit while he was over," Fyrdrgon began. "He told me some things about his past that I wasn't aware of. I was hoping I could discuss it with you."

"Is that so?" Sasha asked, buttering a biscuit.

Fyrdrgon paused for a moment, unsure how to go on, unsure how her mother would react. "Well, he told me about what happened after dad died. On your anniversary."

Sasha froze, her knife still covered in warm butter, and fixed Fyrdrgon with a stare. "What do you mean, dear?"

Fyrdrgon glanced to Ropes, hoping he might help by interjecting something, but he sat chewing on his pork chop, not looking at either of them. She realized this was something she'd have to do on her own.

"I'm not judging you, Mom. Please know that upfront. But he told me about how you two started sleeping together." Before her mother could deny it, she added, "That's why you got your tattoo, too. Because of him." Fyrdrgon glanced down to the Celtic-style dragon tattoo visible on Sasha's left breast, peeking out from under her shirt.

For a few moments, Sasha's face went from incredulity to rage to tearing up with grief, all in the span of a few seconds. Finally, she slumped, letting her knife clatter to her plate.

"I don't think any less of you, Mom," Fyrdrgon said, attempting to soothe her. "Believe me, I'd be the last person to judge at this point."

"What would you know?" Sasha snapped, tears welling up to roll down her scaled cheeks. "Why would he tell you something like that?"

"Calm down, Mom," Fyrdrgon continued, reaching out to touch her mother's shoulder.

"We'd know because it's something our family does, too," Ropes said, finally interjecting.

"What?!" Sasha asked, her reddening eyes wide with confusion. "Is this some sort of joke?"

"It's not a joke, Mom," her daughter said, gently rubbing her arm as she spoke softly. "It's a long story, I guess, but all of us, the kids too, sleep with each other. It's something we've kind of accepted as right for our family. And now that Kao told me he did the same with you, I guess it must just be a family thing."

For a moment, Sasha said nothing, tears still gathering in her eyes, but without the same ferocity as before. She sniffled, taking time to mull over the information and realization she'd just been given.

"So why are you telling me this?" Sasha finally asked, using a napkin to wipe tears from her face and taking a sip of her sweet tea. "Why come over to scare me like that?"

"It wasn't to scare you or upset you, it was so we could talk about it. So I could maybe have some more understanding of what went on. Don't you think I should know what happened between my own brother and mom?"

"It was personal, though. You would have never understood," Sasha said, staring hard into the pork chop she'd barely gotten into.

"I understand now, Mom. I just feel it would make us all closer if we could talk about this together. Openly. No more family secrets between us. Please?"

Sasha took a deep breath and let it out again in a great sigh. "All right," she said. "We can talk."

Ropes helped himself to some second helpings, the conversation not putting off his appetite at all, as the two ladies began discussing what had been a secret between them for so long. Sasha repeated Kao's story of how he had come to her after their father had died, on Sasha and Alex's wedding anniversary, to comfort her in her time of grief. She told of how it had started so sweetly at first, just a son soothing his hurting mother, and how it had blossomed into so much more. Though the two had kept it a tightly guarded secret, she explained how they had turned it into a near daily occurrence, with Kao going to "tell her good night" in the evenings after Fyrdrgon had passed out in bed after working all day. Sometimes, when Fyrdrgon had left for outings with friends, they would make an entire day of love-making, making each other climax again and again, always left wanting more as they basked in the afterglow together.

Similarly, Fyrdrgon, with some input from Ropes, told of the secret between Helena and Hiss, how it had grown to include Ropes, and finally herself, such that her entire family was in on swapping partners with one another. Her gradual desensitization to the act, she realized, would have been alarming to most outsiders, hence the family keeping the secret to themselves. Helena had taken a great risk by attempting to seduce her uncle Kao, and it was through their good fortune that it had turned out he enjoyed intrafamilial play as well.

"Looking back, I kick myself for not thinking that through," Fyrdrgon said, shaking her head. "It could have ended with Kao disowning us, or worse. I guess I just got really used to it, Mom, you know? It became so natural for my family that I didn't think rationally about what might happen if we were found out. He could have ruined us, all four of us!"

Sasha reached out to take Fyrdrgon's hand, giving it a light squeeze. "But he didn't, dear. And that's because your brother loves you. He's always loved his family, even me at my worst times. Remember how I'd get on some days?"

"Do I ever!" Fyrdrgon said, squeezing back. "I was convinced you'd give yourself a coronary one day with the hell you'd raise when someone crossed you. Sometimes it'd even be things like Kao leaving dishes in the sink instead of washing them. I was convinced you were going to eat his throat out that one night!"

Ropes eyed them with a little more wariness. "Well, that explains where my wife got her temper from, that's for sure!" This immediately broke the tension, and the three adults chuckled, beginning to feel at ease once again. Fyrdrgon felt his hand caress her thigh, and she took comfort in it. Under the table, however, he brushed a tentacle along Sasha's thigh as well, eliciting a grin.

"Well, someone's got to keep a demon like yourself in line," she said, giving him a wink. "Otherwise, you'd just run amuck and who knows what sort of hell raising you'd cause!"

Fyrdrgon smiled, fully aware of how rare she was to be able to withstand Ropes in the throes of his passion, a sort of stamina that had fucked previous partners into unconsciousness.

"Indeed, I'm quite a lucky male," he replied, giving his wife a light kiss on the cheek. "And she's lucky to have you as a mother."

"Oh, bless your heart," she said, her blue scales blushing red as she got up to start gathering up everyone's empty plates.

"No no, Mom," Fyrdrgon said, reaching out to stop her. "You cooked this for us, I'll take care of the dishes. Please, go get yourself some tea and I'll join you and Ropes in a moment. You deserve a break."

"Oh, hun, I can't let--"

"No, not another word," the younger dragon said, holding up a clawed hand. "You've been a wonderful hostess and I'd be much happier if you'd let me contribute."

Feeling grateful, but too proud to admit it, Sasha relented and nodded, getting up to pour herself another glass as her daughter began scraping plates clean and running them under water in the sink.

"I want you to take a look at my tomato plants out here on the porch, Ropes," Sasha said, ushering him out the door. "We've had a good crop this year, though the beetles have been trying to pick at them."

Fyrdrgon smiled as their voices faded out the door. The ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall became quite audible in the quiet that followed. Every now and then, she caught muffled laughter outside, but she found herself more distracted by her own thoughts than the banter of her family.

Though she had truly wanted to help out her mother, she also had needed some time to just be alone and quiet with her thoughts. She loved her family, but there had always be conflict, sometimes to the point where it almost drove them apart. She had nearly left Ropes when she first found out about the incest, but he had convinced her to stay and not only accept what was happening, but contribute. Looking back, it seemed like things were so much more stable and happy now. Had this new secret really brought them closer together? And just how far could that go?

Placing the last of the plates on the drying rack, Fyrdrgon went to join her mother and husband on the porch. The screen door opened with a loud groan and she had to stop in her tracks for a moment. Her mother sat snuggled up to Ropes, a head on his broad shoulder. He had an arm around her waist, gently stroking it, and Fyrdrgon could see her rubbing one of her clawed feet on his leg.

Even despite her previous musings, the sight of this took Fyrdrgon aback. It wasn't so much a feeling of jealousy that came over her just then, as it might have had it been someone from outside the family, but more a feeling akin to walking in on parents having sex. Her discomfort made her pause a moment, mouth open, and unsure what to say.

"Look who made it out," Ropes said, a purr rumbling in his throat. He did not move from his position at Sasha's side, merely looked at his wife with a smile of contentment. "He doesn't think anything is wrong," Fyrdrgon realized in disbelief. "He has no idea just how weird this is for me!"

"Yes, um, I finished with the dishes," she said, for once not seeming her usual confident self.

Her tail swished behind her, and it was clear she was agitated, yet Sasha leaned in to give Ropes a nibble on his ear as she said, "Thank you so much, dear. Ropes is very lucky to have such a helpful partner. Wouldn't you say so?"

"Of course," Ropes said, his voice deep and husky. It was at that moment that Fyrdrgon realized that Sasha was massaging one of his tentacles in the darkness, one that had taken on a rather phallic shape. His tentacles could morph and change at will, and normally he used them to enhance the pleasure of Helena or Fyrdrgon, sometimes filling them when his cock was otherwise occupied. The tentacles were just as sensitive to touch as a normal organ, and he got just as much pleasure using them on his females as he did using his own cock.

This was where Fyrdrgon drew the line. "Can you guys please knock it off?" she said, surprising herself as she snapped. The two startled, obviously surprised by her outburst, seemingly out of nowhere, and Ropes was the first to reply.

"She's family, dear. I didn't think you would mind if we fooled around for a little bit. After all, I know she's had her eye on me for years."

"Is that so?" Fyrdrgon said, turning her glare to her mother.

"Well, yes, he's a very handsome man, your husband," she said, letting go of the tentacle with some reluctance. "I respected your fidelity all these years, but once you told me you were into sharing with the family, I figured he must be available now."

"It's just different, okay?" Fyrdrgon said, wishing she sounded more rational that she did right now. "I don't like it. Just break it up, okay?"

"If you insist," Ropes said, looking amused. "I figured you would enjoy a little fun while we were here." He scooted over to the other end of the porch swing, allowing Fyrdrgon a seat, but she shook her head.

"No, no, I'm going to bed. If I have to watch you two making eyes at each other all night, I'm going to scream," she said, her scales turning an even deeper red. Before they had a chance to respond, she had returned into the house, and they could hear her stomping up the creaky stairs. Immediately, she felt embarrassed as she slammed the guest bedroom door behind her, but it was too late, and she was too proud, to take it back now. As she settled down under the covers for a restless sleep, she realized she would just have to deal with what followed.

Fyrdrgon awoke, hours later, to the sound of the grandfather clock downstairs tolling the time with a loud BONG for each hour. It spoke three times, then returned to its silent vigil in the hall. Crickets and treefrogs chirruped outside through the open window, and moonlight blanketed her. She rolled over to put an arm around Ropes, out of habit, and realized he was no longer there. She sat up, seeing the rumpled sheets, and knew he must have come up to join her at some point, but where he had gone now, she didn't know. "Maybe went to take a leak," she thought, remembering the bathroom down the hall. She settled back in, staying just awake enough to see when he came back. She would apologize to him then, she decided, maybe even with some make up sex, and then everything would be okay again.

But after the clock tolled out both the quarter hour and the half hour, Fyrdrgon began to grow concerned. It wasn't like Ropes to take that long, even if he brought a newspaper with him, and she slipped out of bed, curious. The bathroom light was off as she stepped into the hall, immediately telling her that he wasn't there. Still, she flicked on the light in there, just to be sure, and saw the small bathroom just as immaculate as always. Frowning, she tip-toed down the stairs, wondering if he had maybe gone outside for a walk. He occasionally did that back at the house, especially if he wanted to get a good jog in before the sun came up, but the flickering of the TV in the living room distracted her.

Memories of her mother accidentally leaving it on in the past prompted her to go towards the living room to turn it off out of habit, but then a soft sound stopped her. She thought she heard a rustling on the couch, and she held her breath as she crept up from behind it, towards the screen. "Mom must have stayed up to watch her late night TV and fallen asleep there," Fyrdrgon thought to herself. "I'll just take her to bed so she can get some better rest."

Fyrdrgon's clawed foot stepped on something that felt like laundry. It wasn't like her mother to leave clothes on the floor, especially not in the living room. She bent to pick it up and give it a closer look, wondering if somehow Ropes had dropped something from their suitcases. In the dim blue light of the television, she held up a bra, one Fyrdrgon had certainly never seen before, much less worn. While it took a moment for that to sink in, she heard another noise from the other side of the couch, a quiet sigh.

Sasha sat up in the glow of the television, her naked silhouette framed by the images on the screen. As Fyrdrgon watched, stricken, and saw a pair of large, furry hands reach up and fondle her mother's large breasts, giving each blue nipple a squeeze as he groped them. Fyrdrgon knew those hands anywhere, as well as the tentacle she spotted snaking up behind Sasha to brush against her bare throat. The tentacle's tip caressed her along her chin, eliciting a shiver and another soft sigh of pleasure as the color rose to the scales there.

In her mind, Fyrdrgon launched every curse, slur, and epithet she could muster at her husband, and it took every ounce of will in her body not to throw herself at the pair to force them apart. "After everything I said earlier, how could he?" Fyrdrgon fumed, creeping forward on her hands and knees for a better view while she decided what to do about it. "That fucking selfish douche, always thinking with his dick!"

She slinked through the shadows until she watched near the edge of the television, crouching behind a large potted plant. In the daytime, she would have been clearly visible, but the darkness shrouded her and she felt no fear.

Sasha rode the pleasure demon, her legs straddled around his waist as he lay back on the couch, gazing up at her. Even in the dim light, Fyrdrgon could make out her mother's smooth, well-proportioned body, her voluminous breasts, and the blue glistening of the area just below her tail. She looked into his eyes as she rose up and down on his thick cock, producing a soft liquid sound with each bounce.

Watching the two, still undecided about how to retaliate, Fyrdrgon found herself both repulsed and intrigued at the same time. She had never wrapped her mind around the idea of seeing her mother sexually, not like she had with the rest of her family, so the act of watching felt dirty, almost lecherous. It was almost as if she had sneaked in to watch her parents having sex. Yet there was her husband, someone who most certainly did not repulse her, letting her ride him, stroking her with his hands and tentacles. Sasha let out a soft moan as a tentacle reached to where her pussy met his cock, cupping her tender clit and flicking it lightly. She tilted her head back, and Ropes gave a toothy grin in response.

"Not so loud," he whispered to her, giving one nipple a hard pinch. "We don't want to wake her."

"I'm sorry, sugar," she whispered back, biting her lip against another emerging moan of pleasure. "Mmmm, it just feels good to have someone new in me. I've been wanting you for so long."

Fyrdrgon felt herself bristle at this admission, her scaly tail lashing behind her and threatening to overturn an end table, but she found herself fascinated by the scene. A jolt of arousal slid through her, and she shifted uneasily, her underwear getting a little damp. "This wasn't supposed to happen," she thought with a tinge of distress. "I should be angry, not horny!"

Yet as she watched, she felt her hand slip unbidden into her silk underwear, sliding under the band that held them up and dipping into the honey pot of her sex. She shuddered as a clawed finger brushed the wet warmth there, and the tabooness of the gesture served only to arouse her further.

"I'll bet you've been wanting to feel one of these, then," Ropes said, as one of his tentacles began to slowly change shapes. The normally leaf-shaped tip elongated and plumped up, becoming a slightly smaller model of his own cock. A drop of what looked like precum oozed from the head, giving it an even more uncanny resemblance. "It drives the girls wild when I use these on them," he added, giving Sasha a moment to admire it.

"You naughty cat," Sasha said, her voice low and husky, and she watched the tentacle move behind her, nuzzling up under her tail. She shifted herself forward, aiming her ass further up, and breathed in with a sharp hiss as she felt it brush against her tight hole.

"What, never been stretched out before?" he rumbled, purring deep in his chest. "I promise it won't hurt much," he said, his grin full of mischief. She bit her lip, looking over her shoulder as the large member stroked between her plump ass cheeks, giving her a taste of what was yet to come. She held her breath as the tip pressed once again against the star of her asshole, gently parting it, enlarging it.

"Shhh, just relax," Ropes said, giving her breasts a firm squeeze as he pressed in. He thrust in and out in tiny amounts, just easing the head in, giving her time to spread open for him. He saw her twitch as he made progress, and her mouth dropping open, letting her tongue loll out in pleasure.

There, the head was in, and he pumped it very gently, letting the tight ass adjust to the intrusion. She shivered, partially from the stimulation in her ass, partially from the tentacle still lapping at her sensitive clit, helping her to relax and loosen up.

"How is it feeling?" Ropes whispered, watching her expression.

"Better," she said, letting out a slow breath as it eased further into her. "Once it got past the head, it's not so bad. Mmmmmmm." She let out a low groan as he sunk the rod into her, spreading her further.

Fyrdrgon realized she had two fingers in her own pussy, fondling herself as she watched. She had been simply so intent on the scene that she hadn't realized when her body had practically worked on its own, reacting to her visual stimulation with some physical counterparts. Her lips parted with a gasp of pleasure as two fingers massaged at her g-spot, provoking intense pleasure within.

Using his hands to hold Sasha still, Ropes began thrusting up into her with both his own cock and the tentacle, making the dragoness shudder. She rode up with each pump, her breasts giving a pleasant bounce. Sasha began to moan a bit louder, quivering in the demon's grip as he worked her, using her for his pleasure. Fyrdrgon knew as well as Ropes did that he would have to hold back somewhat, since Sasha might not be able to withstand his libido and strength. Even so, he began thrusting into her with a ferocity that Fyrdrgon had felt herself many times before. Sasha gasped in a combination of surprise, pain, and pleasure as the thick cocks moved in and out of her, keeping rhythm with each other. Her moans began to reach a higher pitch, the kind of needy sound Fyrdrgon herself made when she was beginning to reach her climax. Fyrdrgon herself was having to use all her self restraint not to make sounds of her own as she stroked and massaged her dripping wet pussy. She bit her scaled lips, closing her eyes as a particularly loud moan struggled to emerge from her maw.

The cocks made a wet slapping sound as they pounded into the dragon, hilting themselves completely with each stroke now. Sasha began to moan loudly, something Fyrdrgon surely would have heard had she still been in bed, and a swift tentacle stuffed itself into her mouth, muffling her. As it morphed into another cock shape, Sasha began sucking it, her voice still coming out around it with each thrust.

"Think you can take this?" Ropes panted, sweat dripping down his brow. "Think you can handle a pleasure demon?" Unable to say anything, Sasha only nodded vigorously, her eyebrows furrowed with barely contained ecstasy. "Then take it. Take it. TAKE IT," Ropes snarled, stiffening as jets of hot cum shot into all three orifices in tandem. He bucked up into her with each spurt of seed, filling her with the liquid.

Sasha found herself spasming against the tentacles, her own body wracked with waves of pleasure that drowned her again and again with each stroke. She moaned around the cock-tentacle in her mouth, sending a string of cum dripping from her lips. "That's it," Ropes hissed, his breathing hard and ragged. "Every drop of it. Isn't this what you wanted, hmm? All that pleasure demon cum filling your every hole?"

The dragon whined an affirmative as Fyrdrgon started climaxing around her own fingers. With her free hand, she clapped it over her mouth, keeping the moans from escaping as she quivered in her hiding spot. She rode out the pleasure, imagining it had been her husband that had gotten her off on his own, and she again had to muffle a moan of released arousal.

She heard the breathing and gasps of the two on the couch begin to slow down, becoming more regular and even, as the last of her orgasm fled from her into the dark. Fyrdrgon bit her lip to keep from whimpering, her hands having done a splendid job for her tonight. Her husband began to withdraw from Sasha, a spurt of cum following each exit in turn. She shuddered at the sensation.

"You did well," Ropes murmured, using one tentacle to caress her cheek. "I nearly broke you."

All Sasha could do was nod, a few tears dripping down her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered, wiping them with the back of her clawed hand. "I really needed that."

"I'm sure you did," Ropes purred, giving her thighs a squeeze as he began to relax. "I now see where my dear wife gets her talent from. I should probably return to her before she wakes up."

"Mmm, mind if I clean you up first?" Sasha asked, followed by a giggle as she bent to lap his cream from his softening cock.

Fyrdrgon found herself brought back to reality then, and knew it was time to make her exit. Wiping her hands on her underwear, she rose awkwardly from her crouch, slipping through the shadows back to the stairs. Had she not made this late night journey hundreds of times before after missing curfew or sneaking back in after a long night of work, Fyrdrgon might have stepped on the loud, creaky stair, third from the top, but years of practice had transformed skipping that traitorous step into muscle memory. She crept down the carpeted hallway as she heard the rustle of Ropes and Sasha putting their clothes back on. She didn't wait to see what followed, instead ducking into the guest room and flopping down under the covers.

A mere minute passed before she felt the slight draft of Ropes entering the bedroom behind her. She sensed him pause at the doorway, perhaps watching her to gauge whether she actually was asleep or not, and she must have passed his check, for he climbed into the bed with her without a word. He snuggled in close, wrapping an arm around her and giving her a light kiss on the neck, something Fyrdrgon had to resist shivering against. Though thoughts shot through her head, confusing at best, distressing at worst, she found herself finally lulled into a dreamless sleep by the chirping of the crickets and the hum of the ceiling fan.

The next morning, Sasha rousted them with the smell of eggs and bacon cooking in the kitchen. Still confused and torn by the events she'd witnessed last night, Fyrdrgon found herself cold and withdrawn towards the both of them as she ate her breakfast quietly.

"Did you two sleep okay last night?" Sasha asked, trying to break the uncomfortable quiet.

"Sure," Fyrdrgon murmured, not looking back at her.

"Slept like a log," Ropes said, taking a sip from his coffee as he browsed through the morning paper.

"I'll bet you did," Fyrdrgon thought, seething. "Nothing like a good fuck to put you to sleep, huh?"

"Think you two can hold down the fort while I run off for a few errands?" Sasha asked, keeping an eye on Fyrdrgon as though she sensed something was off through her mother's intuition.

"We'll be fine," Fyrdrgon replied, setting down her cup of orange juice and just gazing at it, absently. "Don't worry about us." She gave her mother a glance she'd used before, back when she'd been a tired young adult coming back after long days of work and just needed to be left alone and not questioned. Sasha took the hint and let it be as she finished putting the rest of the washed dishes onto the drying rack.

"Well, let me know if I can get you anything. I won't be gone for too long, but you know if I see one of my girls, she'll talk my ear off with gossip for a while."

"No problem, take your time," Ropes said, smiling at her and nodding. As she closed the door behind her and began her trip up the dusty driveway, the pleasure demon fixed Fyrdrgon with a steady gaze.

"All right," he said. "So how did you like the show?"

For a moment, Fyrdrgon was speechless, both at being caught and at the audacity of him implying that she would enjoy what happened last night. Her eyes widened with held back anger as she fully processed what he'd asked her.

"What are you talking about?" she snapped, knowing already that this would never fool him, only stall him for a few more moments.

"You're not that sneaky, you know," Ropes continued, a trace of a smile on his muzzle. "About either hiding or covering your scent."

"My-- my what?" she stammered back, already losing her composure under his unexpected words.

"I know the smell of your arousal anywhere, my dear," Ropes said, holding out a hand to her, causing her to jerk away. "And those wet panties last night were hard to miss."

For a moment, Fyrdrgon could do nothing but stammer, cursing both him and herself as she struggled to get it back together. She barely knew how she felt herself, much less how she was going to express that to her husband. Finally, she snapped, "Just how could you? How could you do that? My own mother!"

"Why not?" Ropes said, leaning back and taking a sip of his coffee as he kept his eyes on her. "The rest of the family doesn't seem to be off limits so far. After all, you fucked your brother not too long ago."

"Yes, but I asked first! And this is different! Ropes, she's my mom! Don't you realize how weird this is?" she said, struggling in a place between raging and crying at him.

"Are you actually mad or just weirded out?" Ropes said, setting the coffee down gently. "Because you seemed to think it was pretty hot. Am I wrong?"

She looked away, unable to stand him looking at her any more. When it came to things like this, Ropes always knew how to talk her down. "No," she said, barely above a whisper.

"Did you like it? Did you enjoy seeing your husband fucking?" he asked, his smile widening a little, but still remaining gentle.

"M-maybe. Maybe a little bit," she said, rubbing her arms nervously. "It's just so weird, Ropes. Never thought I'd ever see her having sex with anyone, much less my own husband. You're not going to leave me for her, are you?"

"Oh, gods, of course not," Ropes said, trying to keep from laughing. "She'll never be you, Fyrdrgon, not in a million years. My heart is all yours, one hundred percent." He reached to gently take her arm, and she let him this time. "You know me, darling. I'm just a big randy cat that likes screwing around when the opportunity is there and I don't think it'll hurt you too much. I've kept it in the family. You don't have to worry about losing me."

"You promise?" she said, finally making eye contact with him, side-eyeing him with some distrust.

"I promise," he said, reaching up to stroke her cheek with one paw. "I'm not going anywhere. Believe me, I've had many women in my long life, but none have compared to you."

At this, she smiled a little, warming up to his touch. "I guess I kinda liked it . . . just a little bit."

"Oh yeah?" he said, a little surprised. "Kinda like when you watch me and Helena go at it, huh?"

"Yeah, a lot like that," she said, reaching up to take his hand. "I guess I won't mind if you do it again. Just invite me next time, okay?"

To this, Ropes grinned, getting up to come around the table and give her a kiss. "I would like that a lot," he said, purring and beginning to rub her shoulders affectionately. "I'm sorry, love. I should have asked first, but she, well, she kinda pounced on me. I could tell she's had her eye on me for a while."

"Not too surprising," Fyrdrgon said with a quiet laugh. "I guess you know where I get my good taste from."

"Indeed, I'd like to do something sweet for you to show you how sorry I am, too," he said, leaning in to nibble at her soft scaly neck as he whispered into her ear.

"Is that so?" she said, grinning and only imagining what he might have in store for her.

"Mmhmm," he said, kneeling down by her chair and beckoning her to turn around in it. "Something I know my girls always enjoy, especially you."

She grinned as she felt his paws tugging at the top of her shorts, moving to undo the button and zipper with the practice of many years. He nuzzled against the inside of her thigh as he did so, his breath hot against her scales, and she couldn't help but squirm in anticipation. With a final tug, he pulled her shorts down to her knees, exposing the lacy thong hidden beneath. Ropes took a moment to breathe in deeply, inhaling the scent of her growing arousal, revelling in the feelings of lust it produced in him. Yet despite the growing bulge in his pants, he knew this was a special treat for his lady, and he wanted the focus to be entirely on her.

Gently, almost reverently, he began sliding down her thong. As he did, he lifted her legs, putting one on each of his shoulders with the thong dangling from one foot. Using his thumbs, he spread the delicate labia of her pussy, already glistening wet. He blew warm air across the surface of the pink skin, sending a shiver up her spine.

"Mmmf, you're such a tease," Fyrdrgon moaned, watching him as he worked. With a wink, he dipped his muzzle in closer, using just the tip of his tongue to trace along the folds of her pussy, lapping up some of the juices that had begun to gather there. She squirmed at this, but he tightened his grip on her, holding her still.

His tongue then began to circle around the hard bead of her clit, caressing it and stroking it with each lick. Ropes flattened his tongue, enveloping the tender bundle of nerves in its warmth, and Fyrdrgon uttered another loud moan of pleasure. She reached a hand to rub the fur behind his ears, gently guiding him down onto her with subtle tugs. He purred from the affection, and the vibration sent tiny ripples of pleasure along the flesh of her pussy.

"Mmm, is my dear enjoying herself?" Ropes said, his voice low and sexy as he paused for a breath of air. He looked up at her from between her legs, meeting her gaze.

"It feels amazing," she said, her eyes half-open as she lolled against her chair.

"I think you'd enjoy watching me do this to your mother, too," he purred, dipping his head back down to slide his tongue into her slit. She let out a gasp, both in pleasure and surprise at his suggestion, but it melted into another moan, where she gripped the back of his neck with her claws, pushing him in deeper as he drove her closer to her edge.

"Only if you do us both," she gasped, tilting her head back with rising ecstasy. He buried his muzzle in her soft mound, apparently approving of her answer, and he felt her legs begin to tense around him and her breath became more ragged. "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm gonna cum!" she panted, writhing where she sat as he relentlessly licked and tongued her.

She began to shudder with pleasure as her orgasm overtook her, and Ropes grinned in response, enjoying her every twitch and gasp. "That's my lady," he purred into her thigh, giving it a light nip that made her jump. "You know I'll always look after you, hmm?"

"Of course," she panted, a silly grin on her face as she tried to catch her breath. She leaned forward to kiss him on his forehead, stroking it with surprising tenderness. "Thank you, love."

"It was my pleasure," he murmured back, tilting his head back to kiss her on her lips, his muzzle still moist from her juices. "Now get yourself cleaned up. Your mother will be home any minute now."

As the night approached and Sasha returned back home from her daily errands, Ropes and Fyrdrgon kept shooting each other knowing, yet pleased, looks. Fyrdrgon walked with an extra bounce in her step, and her mood seemed to have lifted considerably since the morning. Even Sasha picked up on her daughter being a bit more cheerful than her normally cold nature, and the two chatted busily as they worked together in the garden.

"The bugs have been at the impatiens again this year," Sasha said as she prepared some homemade insecticide spray in a bottle. "I've found that if you mix canola oil and soap together, it'll kill the nasty little beggars without having to use any of those chemicals that can harm your edibles."

"Speaking of edibles," Ropes said, stepping out onto the porch with a beer in one hand, "Sasha, I'd like to invite you to dinner with us tonight, my treat. You've been a gracious host, so I'd like to thank you by taking you out and saving you from having to feed us tonight."

"Well, that's really sweet of you, dear, you don't have to do that," Sasha said, wiping some of the dirt from her claws.

"I know I don't," he said, pouring his beer into a frosted mug, "but as a good guest, it's something I want to do. Do you have a place in mind around here that you'd like?"

"Well, there's a nice little diner in town called Buster's that I enjoy heading down to now and then. Just a local-run place with a bit of this and that."

"Buster's it is, then," Ropes said, raising his mug to her with a nod. "Let me know when you're ready, ladies, and we'll head on out."

"Thank you, hun," Fyrdrgon said, giving him a smile as she added some fertilizer to a hole she'd prepared for some daylilies. She got up from her crouch in the dirt and walked to give him a kiss on the cheek in appreciation. "Just let me take a shower and I know I'll be ready." She gave him a wink, making sure to brush up against him as she passed.

Ropes and Sasha smirked at each other, and as soon as Fyrdrgon was out of earshot, Sasha said, "All right, you rascal, what'd you do to get her so happy?" She grinned as she sprayed down some of her plants with the insecticide mixture.

"Just apologized to her," Ropes said, taking a sip from his beer. "You'd be amazed what a good heart-felt apology can do."

"I take it she needs us to cool it, then?" Sasha said, glancing back at him from her flowers.

"Actually," he said, his muzzle spreading in a grin, "I think I convinced her to let us have another go, provided we include her."

"I wouldn't mind that one bit," Sasha said, shaking her head with amazement. "I swear you could charm the wings off a butterfly, Ropes. My daughter really lucked out in finding you."

"And I lucked out in finding her, something I remember every day," Ropes said, his smile warm and genuine. "I have to admit, teasing her and embarrassing her a little can be a bit of fun at times. Helps to settle her down and relax more. You up for helping out?"

"If that means I get to put my hands on you, then you bet!"

* * * * * * *

Buster's had sat on the corner of Vine and Madison for as long as Fyrdrgon could remember. The classic style diner stood out in the dusk with its reflective steel exterior and bright neon lights announcing its presence. The smells of grilling and frying food wafted out the open door as the car pulled up. Ropes went around the side to help both ladies out of the car, extending a paw to bring them to their feet.

"Why aren't you a gentleman?" Sasha said, grinning as she gave his hand a squeeze.

"Anything for a lovely lady," Ropes replied, leaning down to give her hand a kiss. Fyrdrgon chuckled, used to his stints at chivalry that he used whenever he wanted to be charming, and glad her mother was enjoying them. Sasha took his arm as he led them into the diner, leaning on him like a high school sweetheart.

When they selected a booth, Sasha scooted in next to Ropes while Fyrdrgon sat across from him, giving him a questioning glance. He replied with a shrug as Sasha snuggled in close.

Shortly, a collie waitress came by with a notepad to get their drink orders. Sasha tipped her a sly wink when it came to her turn, and she answered, "Coffee with LOTS of extra cream, if you will." This elicited a laugh from the table, though Fyrdrgon gave a sigh at them, shaking her head.

"Mom, you're being silly," she said.

"Oh, she just likes the taste of a bit of milk, dear," Ropes replied, putting an arm around Sasha affectionately. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, right?"

"I guess," Fyrdrgon said, giving a glance to the waitress, who seemed more perplexed than anything else.

"Are you guys ready for your food order as well, or do you need a minute?" the waitress asked, scribbling into her notepad.

"Well I know I'm in the mood for the SAUSAGE plate tonight. I'd like to eat the biggest, thickest sausage you have, if you don't mind," Sasha said, grinning at this point. "Sometimes I just get the mood to have something nice and meaty in my mouth."

"Um, okay, that's one sausage plate," the waitress began.

"Extra large," Sasha added, watching her write.

"Well, they're all about the same size, one isn't really bigger than the other," the waitress said, beginning to look even further confused.

"True, I guess size doesn't matter, it's all in what you do with it," Sasha said, nodding as she made eye contact with Ropes again.

"Mother, come on, let's not be difficult," Fyrdrgon said, her scales beginning to blush a deeper red.

"She's just a hungry lady tonight. Relax, hun," Ropes said, smiling back at his wife.

"And lots of gravy, please. Enough so I can lick it off," Sasha added, looking at Ropes and licking her lips.

"That sounds delicious," Ropes purred, before saying, "I think I'd like the taco special, please. I love eating tacos out."

At this point, Fyrdrgon covered her face in her palms, the scales there now a brilliant crimson. Her tail lashed underneath the table and the other two struggled to keep a straight face.

"All right, one sausage with gravy--"

"Extra large, mind you."

"One extra large sausage with gravy, one taco platter, and what can I get for you, ma'am?" the waitress asked, looking more confused than ever.

"Just a cheeseburger, please. Plain, ordinary, no innuendo cheeseburger," Fyrdrgon said, looking up from her palms, her expression that of pure exasperation.

"All right, I'll get those orders put in for you right away!"

As the waitress left, Fyrdrgon shot them both scathing looks. "I know what you guys are doing, but you need to knock it off," she said, shaking a clawed finger at both of them.

"What is it we're doing?" Sasha said, grinning like a kid at her. "We're just ordering food, silly!"

"You need to loosen up a little and enjoy yourself," Ropes added, jumping slightly as he felt Sasha slip a hand into his lap. "Mmf, might have a little more fun that way, dear."

"I'm sure," Fyrdrgon replied with a grimace.

As they waited for their food to arrive, Sasha and Ropes stroked and touched each other like sex-crazed teenagers all but ready to get into each others' pants. Sasha kept sneaking gropes under the table, and Ropes's tentacles kept brushing at the side of Sasha's neck or the cup of her breast. Though they both giggled incessantly, Fyrdrgon kept growling at them to behave, which simply elicited more laughter and teasing.

When the food arrived, Sasha made a big show of skewering the entire sausage on her fork and attempting to deepthroat it in one massive bite. When the sausage finally slipped off the tines of the fork and into her lap, Ropes and Sasha erupted into sporfles of barely contained laughter.

"See, it knows where to go!" Ropes snickered, as Sasha reached for a napkin to wipe up the mess.

"Heehee, should have aimed it at your plate, goofball," she replied, giggling.

"You guys are absolutely impossible!" Fyrdrgon moaned, her cheeseburger untouched as she hid her face in her hands. "I can't take you anywhere!"

"Pffft, you know you enjoy having us along," Ropes said, reaching a tentacle under the table to caress his wife's thigh. "Come on, cheer up a little."

"Not with you two acting worse than Hiss and Helena did when they were kids and had an excuse!" Fyrdrgon fumed, and Ropes almost expected to see draconic smoke billowing from her nostrils with each breath.

"All right, all right, we'll tone it down," Sasha said, putting the sausage back on her plate, oblivious to the stares from other restaurant patrons. "I'm sorry, sugar. We're just having a bit of fun."

"You can have it some place NOT in public," she snapped back, finally reaching to take a ferocious bite from her burger.

"Oh, we'll take you up on that," Ropes said, grinning as Fyrdrgon realized what she'd just said.

"Gods give me strength," Fyrdrgon sighed as the two elbowed each other in good humor.

As they made it back to Sasha's home, Fyrdrgon made a beeline to the kitchen. "After all this, I need a stiff drink," she said, shaking her head.

"You certainly need a good stiff SOMEthing, my dear," Sasha quipped, and she and Ropes collapsed onto the couch in a fit of giggles, causing Fyrdrgon to throw her hands up in the air in defeat.

She emerged with a doctored iced tea, the booze practically wafting from it, and paused as she saw Ropes begin to nibble on Sasha's neck slowly. She let out a gasp in response, her hand reaching to begin fondling the front of his pants, now out in the open where Fyrdrgon could watch. Though mixed feelings flooded back to her at this, Fyrdrgon forced herself to take a sip of the tea and sit down in the chair opposite. She would handle this better this time, she knew. She just had to watch and let it happen.

Even tilting her head back as Ropes licked at her neck, the dragon matriarch's hands knew their way around his belt buckle and zipper. She unfastened them with surprising grace, her eyes half open as she let out a sigh of pleasure. Within seconds, she had Ropes exposed, his large member springing upward, now unbound. It was not uncommon for the pleasure demon to "go commando," particularly when he had plans for someone, but Sasha gave a little gasp of surprise.

"Someone's a little excited," she said, forcing herself to lean away from Ropes's roving muzzle. Locking eyes with him, she leaned over him on the couch, her long draconic snout dipping down to part around the tip of his uncut cock. She teased at his foreskin, pushing it back with her tongue and relishing it when he shivered at her touch.

Fyrdrgon took another sip of her tea as she watched them, feeling a little bit of warmth under her dress, but ignoring it for the moment. Instead, she felt completely fixated by the pair on the couch.

Slowly, almost teasingly, Sasha began to take the head of his cock into her mouth, the tip sliding in past sharp teeth, which she covered with her scaly lips. He uttered a soft moan, his hips rising up to push himself further into her muzzle, and she opened her mouth, taking in as much of his length as she could manage. One of his tentacles began to sneak up under the hem of her skirt, slipping up towards where Fyrdrgon realized lay her mother's uncovered pussy. She saw as it made contact, the leaf shaped tip coming away wet and glistening with Sasha's growing arousal. The dragoness moaned softly around the cock, her own hips arching up at the touch.

With a growl, Ropes put a hand behind Sasha's head, gently but firmly holding her still as he thrusted up into her mouth and throat, making her jaw stretch as far as it could. Surprisingly, she took his whole length with nary a gag or flinch, and Ropes purred in admiration. "I can tell someone's had a lot of practice with thick dicks," he said, a grin crossing his muzzle. "Mmm, but I want to see you take it in your pussy, too. Show your daughter just what you can do."

He let her up, saliva dripping from her jaws, and Sasha smiled, climbing up onto his lap. Deftly, he had his hands at her skirt, tugging it down and pulling it off of her, giving Fyrdrgon a full view of her mother's full ass and wet pussy. Fyrdrgon bit her bottom lip, still resisting the urge to tend to her own growing arousal and wetness, and she found herself stirring the ice in her drink restlessly. The fact that she found herself getting horny at the thought of seeing her mother fuck still puzzled her, but she felt more and more comfortable with it with each passing minute.

"Let her see you ride me," Ropes said, beginning to unbutton Sasha's blouse as she faced him. "I want her to watch as my cock goes into her mother." Fyrdrgon fidgeted at that, but kept her eyes on them, not looking away or hiding as she watched Sasha slowly begin to lower herself down on the thick organ.

A deep moan issued from her throat as the cock began to enter her, sliding into her wet passage with some difficulty as the great girth stretched her out. She panted a little, gathering up her resolve as she rose up again, letting the pussy adjust before beginning her attempt again. This time, it slid in more readily, the cock well coated with both her saliva and her honey, and her voice grew louder with each inch that entered her.

"That's a good girl," Ropes hissed, reaching to grip her ass and spread it apart for Fyrdrgon to see. Sasha wiggled her hips, adjusting to the huge length in her, and grinned, feeling proud of herself for taking so much of him again.

"Your man feels wonderful in me, sweetie," Sasha said, looking over her shoulder at her daughter. "I'll bet you love having him stuff you full like this."

"I do," Fyrdrgon said, cracking a smile. "You think he's big there, you should feel him in your ass. I always feel like I'm about to be split open."

"Oh gods, I can only imagine!" Sasha said, tilting her head back as Ropes thrust up hard into her, causing her to whimper in mixed pleasure and pain.

"Why don't you join in on the fun, dear?" Ropes said, looking over Sasha's shoulder. "I can tell you want to. I can smell your pussy all the way from over here."

Fyrdrgon blushed a little, as she'd been hoping she could hide her feelings about watching them, but it was always like Ropes to find her out in the end. "Come on," he added, nodding with encouragement. "Give yourself a little taste. Tell me how it is."

Unable to resist her husband's charm, Fyrdrgon felt herself pulling her dress up to her belly, exposing her lacy panties, now soaked with her own juices. She gasped a little as she dipped a finger down and it came away dripping. She put the finger to her lips, taking a moment to lick it clean. "It's good," she said, having always enjoyed the taste of herself.

"I had a feeling you'd be into this just as much as we are," Ropes purred.

Feeling more confident, even with her mother watching, Fyrdrgon began stroking herself, massaging her hard clit and dipping her finger into her folds for more lubricant. She sighed with pent up pleasure, spreading her legs almost involuntarily to give herself more access.

"That's good," Ropes said, sliding himself in and out of Sasha. "Mmm, hold on, dear. We're going to adjust a little." Without waiting for a response, he scooped his hands up under her ass and lifted her, tilting forward with her so that her back lay on the floor and her legs propped up against his shoulders. Still penetrating her, he propped himself up with his arms, his tentacles moving to begin stroking and massaging at her firm nipples. Sasha gasped as he pushed himself deeper into her, the angle perfect for such a feat, and she arched her hips up against him.

Fyrdrgon moaned as she watched them, getting a good view of his cock as he penetrated Sasha, which served only to further arouse her. Her hands moved fast on her clit, sending jolts of ecstasy with each stroke, and she found herself beginning to overheat and sweat. Taking no more than a few seconds, she had her dress up, over her head, then on the floor beside her, exposing her fully naked body to the two lovers.

"Beautiful as always, my love," Ropes said, gazing at her warmly as he fucked Sasha hard. She began to moan with each stroke of his cock, the head pressing up against her g-spot every time it moved. "You like me filling you up like this, don't you?" Ropes said, looking back to his partner again. "You're so tight, I can feel myself getting close already."

Fyrdrgon grinned at this news, eager to see her husband spill his seed. "Mmm, if you're going to cum, babe, I want to see it. You know I always like a good show."

"Always interested in the money shots," Ropes replied, beginning to breathe harder with each thrust. Sasha began to moan as he pistoned faster, each stroke driving her wild. She writhed under him, her legs wrapped around his back. Fyrdrgon, still rubbing herself, crept down from her seat, crawling on all fours to get a closer look at what she knew was only seconds away at this point.

With a loud grunt, followed by a snarl of pleasure, Ropes felt himself begin to empty his load into Sasha's tight passage. Remembering his wife's request, he pulled out mid-orgasm, using his hand to continue jacking himself off as he released his cum all over Sasha's quivering belly. Long ropes of cum, a seemingly endless supply, coated her smooth scales. Sasha moaned at the sight, a sound which only encouraged him.

"That's my man," Fyrdrgon said, licking her lips as she watched. "Mmmm, that's it, cum all over her. Give her what you give to me."

"On one condition," Ropes said, shuddering as his spasms began to subside. "You have to clean it off her."

Fyrdrgon grinned, the idea delightfully naughty, and she locked eyes with her mother. Sasha, still aroused but having not yet reached her peak, smiled back and nodded.

"Go on, dear," she said, stretching out on the floor, her legs still pulled back up to her chest. "Do as your husband asks. I don't mind. In fact, I think I might like that."

Her daughter moved closer, leaning down as the last of Ropes's cum finished spattering onto Sasha. He'd created quite a mess, but had been very good in his aim, keeping it only on the matriarch laying on the floor. He sat back on his haunches, catching his breath for a moment while Fyrdrgon dipped her snout down to Sasha's belly, inner thighs, and pussy. With long, smooth licks, she began lapping up the familiar taste of her husband's sperm, taking it into her mouth to savor it. The creamy taste trickled down her throat, augmented with the taste of her mother's own arousal. The scales around her pussy were smooth and warm, her scent very much like her own, and Fyrdrgon found herself enjoying every whiff of it.

Sasha squirmed as she felt her daughter's tongue move across her belly and thighs, then gave a loud gasp as the tongue moved down to her pussy. Her hips arched upward in response, and she shivered as her mouth settled on her hard clit. Far too soon, Fyrdrgon removed her muzzle, the cum now disappeared down her throat, leaving Sasha wanting.

"Poor thing," Ropes said with a smile. "It looks like she still hasn't finished yet. You want to watch me help with that?"

"I'd be delighted to," she said, tilting her head back to give him a kiss, one he could taste his own cum on.

"Under me, then," Ropes purred in response, gesturing for her to lie down. "I want you to watch. Touch yourself if you need to, but don't you dare cum. I'm not done with you yet." Fyrdrgon obeyed, getting on the floor on her back as Ropes moved over her. "And you, Sasha. On all fours. I'm going to fuck you very hard and very fast, so I hope you can handle it."

"Of course I can handle it," she quipped back, giving him a wink.

"Careful, Mom," Fyrdrgon said, looking back at her. "A lot of people say that and don't make it."

Not quite sure if she was serious or not, Sasha gave her a questioning look, but rolled over onto her hands and knees anyway. She held her tail up, giving Ropes a perfect view of her firm ass and dripping pussy. She moved back, meeting Ropes almost on top of Fyrdrgon, who gazed up with increased interest.

Ropes already had his cock back in his hand, using the moisture of his own cum to lubricate it as he got it back to its full thickness. He pumped it fast, the skin under his fur turning red and sweat beginning to form on his brow. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, though he spent very little time waiting for an answer. Using one hand, he pulled Sasha's hips back towards him and used the other to guide his cock back into her waiting pussy. He slid back in much more easily than he did the first time, but she moaned just as loudly, welcoming the return of his huge cock.

"Fuck me hard, then," she said, looking back over her shoulder with a trace of insolence he saw quite often in Fyrdrgon. "I wanna see if you can make me cum."

"You asked for it," Ropes replied, glancing down at his wife. Fyrdrgon watched with amazement as he began to not just thrust, but jackhammer into her, his cock becoming almost a blur as he plowed into her. From below, she had a perfect view of the penetration, as Sasha's blue pussy spread wide to accommodate such a large member. She squealed at the ferocity of his fucking, the power completely unexpected, and Fyrdrgon grinned. Sasha's entire body jerked forward with each pump, and Ropes had to dig his claws into her hips to keep her from nearly flying across the room.

"Oh! Oh, please!" Sasha moaned, but Ropes didn't relent. Instead, he seemed to speed up, if such a thing were possible, eliciting another loud cry that seemed both pained and on the verge of euphoria.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, they'll hear you in the next county," Ropes growled, his teeth gritted with effort. "You hear me?"

Fyrdrgon worked at her own pussy, the skin slick and hot from her arousal, and she found it hard to listen to her husband's instructions not to allow herself to cum. However, she knew what the penalties were for disobeying him, and she kept herself riding on just the verge of a climax. She whimpered loudly, enjoying the view yet hating it at the same time for the surge of pleasure it gave her. To occupy herself, she leaned up slightly to take her husband's softly furred balls into her mouth, causing him to moan in surprise. She swirled her tongue around them, sucking first on one and then the other, and Ropes growled with pleasure.

As Ropes continued thrusting, he began to shape his tentacles, forming one into the shape of a large cock, the other three into large suction cups. As Sasha squealed beneath him, he began attaching the cups to her, one to each nipple, and a third on her clit. The dragoness bucked against him, barely able to contain herself under the stimulation, and he topped it off by shoving the cock shaped tentacle into her waiting ass.

This simply was too much. Sasha began to roar, a deep, ancient, draconic sound that harkened back to many generations past. The bellow began in her throat, but seemed to reverberate throughout her entire body. The force of it started to shake the foundations of the small house, and Fyrdrgon heard the grandfather clock began to clang wildly in the hall. A plate clattered off the counter in the kitchen and shattered on the tile floor.

Underneath him, Sasha was a wild beast, her entire body shaking with her intense orgasm. She felt her pussy and ass clench around him with a force he had only thus far felt from his own wife. The pressure and force of it made him almost go dizzy from the combined pleasure and pain, but he held onto her with all his might. Even as the roar began to fade, he felt her buck against him, almost making him fly off her if he didn't hold on. His superior strength as a demon was the only factor that helped him keep the situation under control.

Finally, Sasha began to pant, her body going limp and collapsing onto the floor, her hips still up in the air and connected with Ropes's cock. Fyrdrgon looked up in sheer amazement, having seen the entire thing from below.

"Gods almighty," she whispered into the stunning silence, punctuated only by Sasha's panting. Outside, the crickets, having been startled out of their evening choir, finally started up again, the threat appearing to be gone for now.

Ropes, amazed, slipped himself back out of her, letting her begin easing down to the floor. "Well I'll be damned," he said, giving Fyrdrgon a look of awe. "So that's where you get it from, love."

"Mmhmm," Fyrdrgon replied, looking back up to him with a smile. "You thought it was just me, huh?"

"I sure did," he said, scooting back to let his wife move. "It must be a dragon thing."

"Goes back generations," Fyrdrgon said, crawling up onto her knees. "Just never saw her do it until now." Sasha lay on the floor, seeming to be asleep at this point, and Fyrdrgon gently rearranged her to lay more comfortably. She didn't stir, but a light snoring began to issue from her snout. "She'll be fine," she said, giving Ropes a wink. "You still owe me a little of that, though."

"Indeed I do," Ropes replied, massaging his aching cock. "I'm going to be sore when I'm done, but it'll be worth it."

Leaning forward to give his wife a kiss, he entered her, the cock parting pussy for a third time that evening. He slid into it like a well-worn glove, one that always fit perfectly, and she gave a soft moan of longing.

With her, he went slow, his strokes firm but loving. His tentacles caressed her neck, her back, her breasts, her belly as he moved. Their breathing joined together as they not just fucked, but made love, a husband and his wife.

His hands traced along her sides, feeling her smooth scales, relishing the familiar feeling of a lover he had known for so long. His breath felt warm on her back, and she let out soft sighs of enjoyment as she moved a hand to rub at her clit, aiding his lovemaking.

He felt her as she began to finally tense up under him, his muzzle kissing along her delicate neck. "Oh Ropes," she moaned, taking in a deep breath as she felt herself begin to cum around him.

"Cum for me, love," he whispered into her ear, feeling his own orgasm rising up within him like the tide. "We'll cum together."

With a shuddering of bodies, a quivering of souls, they each let out moans, though neither of them came close to the volume or intensity of Sasha's earlier roar. Yet even so, their voices merged into one sound, and Ropes felt himself emptying his sac into Fyrdrgon, his supply of cum not yet drained. He filled her, the warm liquid pumping into her warm slit, and she clenched around him in her ecstasy. Cum dripped out onto the carpet, but neither noticed or cared, their focus only on each other and the warmth of the devotion between them.

They both sunk together onto the floor, Ropes withdrawing and rolling onto his side to spoon with Fyrdrgon. She curled up with him, his arms wrapping around her in a cozy embrace, and he kissed her gently on the curve of her neck.

"So did you enjoy yourself?" he whispered, nuzzling into the back of her neck with a purr.

"I did," she said, reaching a hand back to ruffle his fur. "Thank you. I'm sorry for ever doubting you."

"It's fine," he said, stroking her breast tenderly. "I'm used to you being temperamental and difficult at this point. It's just who you are. But I love it just the same."

"I'm glad," she said back, closing her eyes in both contentment and exhaustion. "I love you too, dear. I'm sorry I give you so much trouble."

"Don't worry about it," he said with a soft chuckle. "You always come around after all. Part of the fun is in getting you there."

"Glad to please, then," she said, giggling a little herself. "Think we should move her?"

"Probably, if she doesn't want a stiff back tomorrow," he said, looking at the sleeping dragon. "Come on."

Together, they helped carry her to her bedroom. Fyrdrgon pulled the sheets back while Ropes gently slid her into her bed. Sasha carried on snoring, apparently not the least bit disturbed.

"Let's keep her company tonight," Fyrdrgon said, looking down at her mother with affection. "It'll do her good to wake up with her loved ones around. She's been so alone for so long."

"It's a good thing we're back in her life again, then, isn't it?" Ropes said, pulling back the blankets on his side of the bed. As they settled in, one on each side of Sasha, they reached to squeeze each others' hands.

"See you in the morning, then. Tomorrow's another day," Ropes said.

"So it is," Fyrdrgon said, before turning out the light.

Within minutes, they drifted deep into sleep, as the crickets chirped on through the night.