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For Ropes, trying to get his lovely wife out of the house in inconspicuous ways was nothing out of the ordinary.

His reason for doing so, however, might have been considered just a little bit wide of the norm.

Some men tried to get their wives out of the house to clean the place up a little bit and leave it clean as a surprise for their significant other to return home to. Others would use the opportunity to cook a fancy meal, leaving it set upon the table, still steaming hot as their spouse would return home.

That wasn't to say that Ropes hadn't done both of these things for his wife, Fyr, before. He just had a third, less savory motive.

For a period of ten years, a time in which Ropes and Fyr had been happily married, Ropes had been sleeping with her mother, Sasha, exclusively on the side. As happy as their marriage was, there was no reason for Ropes to expose the secret, and at the heart of it all, he truly did love his wife. This was more a matter of lust between two creatures, and their inability to bite back against it.

"Sasha wants you to come by her place later and help her move a bookshelf. Think you can squeeze that into your busy schedule?" Fyr asked, her voice laden with sarcasm. Ropes had an open day ahead of him, and he'd been trying to find ways to get Fyr out the door all day. Now, it seemed, Sasha had taken the initiative to get him out of the house instead, and it was a request so simple, there was no need for Fyr to question it.

"I can certainly try," Ropes replied in a playful pout. "I was starting to make a really nice groove in the couch with my ass, though."

Fyr flipped her husband a quick bird, but accompanied it with a dry smirk. "He'll be over soon, Mom. We still need to run to the mall first and pick up a couple things for Ropes. They've got a sale going on for some things he needs for work...might as well get them while they're on clearance."

Shit, I forgot all about that! Ropes thought, biting his lip nervously as he worried about being able to fit everything into his mental schedule now. He could still go and visit Sasha on the way back from the mall, but it wasn't likely he could get rid of Fyr, since Sasha's house was between the mall and their own residence.

A quiet click from the other room rang out as Fyr hung up the phone, and she quickly slipped on a pair of her work boots. "Let's get going, lazy. There's plenty of work to still be done around the barn today, and I don't want to miss out on getting it done because my mom couldn't move a silly bookshelf."

Still nervous about how he'd pull off his plan, but not wanting to keep his feisty wife waiting, Ropes slipped on a loose flannel shirt, covering up the unique tendrils that permeated from his upper back, and slipped on his own boots. "I really don't think it'll take too long," he murmured, swinging open the door to the farm house and holding it for Fyr. "I'm much more concerned about just how long the mall is going to take..."

The affair that Ropes and Sasha maintained wasn't for a lack of attraction between Ropes and Fyr, or FD, as he sometimes called her. She was a tall, lovely and exotic dragoness, decorated with an overcoat of bright, brilliant red scales and yellow stripes that darted across her thighs and upper arms. A powerful fin, decorated with spikes ran all the way up over the back of her head, down her spine and over the length of her tail, bright yellow and standing stark against the red of her scales. Wings and horns completed the look of a proper dragoness, and one that Ropes knew he was lucky to call his own.

Ropes was a unique specimen himself, nowhere near being the ordinary puma that he often appeared to be. Demonic in nature and unable to ever completely hide the tendrils that came along with such, Ropes often just did his best to blend in with society, but living with Fyr out in the middle of nowhere on a farm was an easy way to keep people from prying at him about his unusual, extra appendages. A black tail tip, black-furred ears and two black stripes around the sides of his muzzle were his other distinguishing features, ones that Fyr had dedicated to her memory, and in the case of his ears, ones that she'd become very intimate with in the past. As eccentric as the pair was, they were far more passionate, especially with each other, and Fyr couldn't keep herself from nibbling every inch of his body when she got the chance.

"We'll make it quick, darling," Fyr replied simply. "I don't like being there anymore than you do."

Ropes nodded. "Glad you feel more there," he admitted, locking the door behind him as they headed out to the car. "Want me to drop you back off here before I go help your mother?"

"Works for me," Fyr answered without a thought of it. "Not like she needs all three of us there to move a bookshelf."

**

Despite living practically in the middle of nowhere, the closest shopping center to the farm was only about twenty minutes away, and with Sasha's house right in the middle of that gap, there would be plenty of time in the day for Ropes and Fyr to fit in their shopping excursion.

It wasn't exactly the most exciting time for either of them, and while they didn't dread the mall, or shopping, nor did they think that hell was other people, they were both more than ready to make their way out of the crowded shopping mall long before they ever set foot in it. A quick sweep of the few stores that they always frequented, followed by a brief trip to the hardware store to pick up the boots that were on clearance, and a final stop at a clothing retailer went by as quickly as the pair could have hoped, and was easier on their wallets than they imagined it would be. Each one had their mind on things other than shopping, but both of them had their minds in someone else's pants.

"I guess that was a pretty good deal," Ropes admitted, turning the key to his car door and swinging it open, flicking the unlocking switch for Fyr as he climbed in the vehicle, tossing his bags in the backseat. "Still dunno if I would have considered the trip necessary, though."

"And here I thought I was the antisocial one," Fyr taunted, looking over her husband with a rather sultry grin. "You sure didn't seem to be complaining when we were looking at the lingerie section together back at Fran's..."

Even if Ropes was still daydreaming about Sasha, Fyr was definitely doing her best to fire him up for her own intentions earlier on. Sporting nothing more than a pair of overalls, cut off high upon her thighs, Fyr kept moving the straps around, claiming she had to adjust them, but each time, she was simply slipping a nipple free to taunt and tease her husband, and the gentle flush she'd seen creeping up under his fur was an obvious sign that he was enjoying her little taunts. Even when she grabbed a lacy undergarment and posed behind it, she was just looking for an excuse to put herself in a suggestive position in front of him, hoping to get him to make any sort of advance on her, even if they were in a public place. It hadn't quite worked, but she knew she was getting to him, and that her advances were building up on his libido, slowly but surely.

Perhaps the most obvious sign was his tendrils, already starting to sneak their way out of his sleeves. "I'd be a fool to complain about that ," Ropes suggested, managing a quick grin at his wife and backing the car out of their parking space. The way all of his arousal was building up, he'd be on fire by the time he got to Sasha.

What he didn't know was that Fyr had no intention of letting him go straight to her mother's house, and what Fyr wanted, Fyr got.

"You would be a fool for that, yes," Fyr agreed, leaning over in her seat a little bit to rest her paws on the tendrils that Ropes let free. "But you'd be downright insane to pass up on letting me model some of those clothes for you, sometime..."

"Busy as we are out on the farm? I'd rather just skip to the part where you're done modeling clothes...and wearing them."

Bringing a tendril up to her maw and sliding her long, slick tongue along the side of it, Fyr winked at her husband and gave him a slight nudge, looking over at the side of the road as they pulled out of the parking lot. "That can be arranged right now, if you're really so eager."

Trying to keep his focus on the road and other traffic, Ropes blinked in surprise as he glanced from the road, to a bright red paw resting on his thigh, to the road again at a green light, back down to a bright red paw now resting over his crotch, to the road again to make a turn, and finally, back down to the bright red paw squeezing and working over the front of his jeans with lustful intent.

"I think you read my mind, sweetheart," Ropes gave up, letting Sasha sit on the back-burner in his mind for the moment. Fyr had him right where she wanted him, and out in the country where they lived, there were plenty of old dirt roads to for Ropes to turn down. It was only a quick few minutes of driving before they were back out to the old highway, out in the country, and long before Ropes ever pulled over, Fyr had her paw deep inside his pants, sneaking under his boxers and grasping at his length, stroking and squeezing it to get it hard as fast as she could, all while the tendrils tickled and teased at her face affectionately, a precursor of what was to come as dust kicked up around the tires of the car.

The fact of the matter was that Fyr had a lot of work to get back to on the farm, and she was always a busy body, trying to stay on the task at hand. Not one to put off til tomorrow what had to be done today, the dragoness waited until the car came to a full stop out in the middle of the dusty road, before she unbuckled her husband and started tearing away the front of his jeans. "You were eye-fucking me the whole way through the mall, Ropes...you don't have to tease yourself that way. You could have pulled me into a bathroom stall or a changing booth any time, really..."

"Seemed to me like you were all business," Ropes suggested, gripping the handle on the side of his seat and leaning it back. For slightly different reasons, each one of them was turned on to the point that it was painful, and Fyr was lucky to be wearing her cutoff overalls. A quick flip on each of the small hooks that held her shoulder straps together cut them loose, setting her full, bouncy breasts free and drawing a quiet sigh of relief from the lusty dragoness. "But if this is the kind of business you were going for..."

"It was..."

"Then why are you still in your seat?"

Fyr grinned, licking one of her fangs seductively as she rolled over and straddled Ropes in the driver's seat, narrowing her eyes down at the handsome puma. "Just because I was being nice and giving you a chance to be on top...too late now, though! You're just gonna have to get ridden by a horny dragoness...such a terrible fate to befall a sweet little puma like yourself."

Ropes finished what his wife started, yanking his pants down around his thighs just enough to get his boxers out of the way with them, a quick flash of bright red fabric that gave way to a lighter pink, the tip and shaft of his cock standing proudly erect and coated around the tip with light barbs, ones that Fyr had grown somewhat addicted to feeling against her inner walls. "You and I have _very_different ideas of what a terrible fate is," he teased, licking his lips in delight and watching closely as Fyr lowered the rest of her overalls down past her hips, exposing the lighter, softer red scales of her underbelly, and finally, the drizzling wetness that was beading upon her exposed slit.

"And you seem to be terrible at picking up on my sarcasm," Fyr responded, leaning through the growing pile of clothes to straddle Ropes and grind her moistened labia up and down over the ticklish barbs of his cock. It only took seconds for the dragoness to soak his entire shaft in a thin, glistening layer of her juices, drawing quiet, pleasured grunts from her husband the entire time. "But you'd better not have any trouble making me cum...I've had smallest bump of my overalls grinding against my clit all day long, and I just need someone to spear me on their cock to finish what my clothes started...good thing I found my lazy husband lying around like this!"

"Hard and fast it is," Ropes said with a cheeky grin. Not just an ordinary demon, Ropes was actually a demon deriving his nature from pleasure, and so, any sort of sex, any sort of kink, almost any partner, even, was agreeable to him. Wrapping his tendrils around his wife's midsection to steady her body and move it into the perfect position, Ropes hammered his hips upward in a hard, unforgiving thrust, hilting Fyr in one movement and gasping in delight as he felt just how wet she was inside. As thick and long as his feline cock was, Fyr took it like a pro, having grown used to the feeling of her husband, and yet, never quite getting used to just how amazing it made her feel.

Fyr wasn't one to let Ropes take command when he was on bottom, though, and she lifted her rump and her hips, pulling almost all the way off of his cock, hovering over his body and teasing him with the anticipation of the next thrust. "Mnnn... Almost making me cum with just one push? You must be even more eager than I am!" she taunted her husband before slamming her hips back down hard, bucking Ropes so hard that the car bounced in place. The tires bumped into the frame and the shocks squeaked as Fyr took out her sexual frustrations on Ropes, doing away with anticipation and simply pounding her hips down onto him rapidly, wanting to achieve the orgasm that she'd been working at since she got dressed.

Strong as they were, Ropes couldn't keep his wife down with his tendrils anymore. Wanting to add to her pleasure and help her achieve the quick orgasm she sought, Ropes moved them up and under her breasts, teasing and tickling at her cute, perky nipples so his paws were free to rest on her curvy, taut backside. SMACK! rang out through the confinement of the car as Ropes gave her ass a firm, hard spank, knowing how much being a little rough could speed up her path to climax. "As if...mmm...nngh... As if I'd let you make me finish first...you're gonna cum on me so hard, we're gonna have to redo the seats in the car!"

"Not a chance," Fyr moaned desperately, digging her claws into the lowered seat-back and tearing right through the fabric with her sharp, dangerous claws. "We're keeping this seat...just a little souvenir of our exploits, baby..."

The idea was a bit of a turn on for Ropes, thinking that each person who got in the car, or ever sat in the driver's seat would be sitting in a spot where they made a real mess of things. "Then you'd better soak me, _and_this seat," Ropes ordered, though his wife was already leaking excess fluids all over him, a small pool of her arousal starting to form in the cusp of the seat while they shook the car with their fierce lovemaking. Clouds of dust from the shaking car obscured the windows from any possible onlookers, and even if they decided to go and spy on the couple, they'd be too late to catch the show if they waited even a minute longer. Fyr was already fluttering her inner walls around her lover, squeezing his cock near the base and then again near the head with each thrust, the tickle and tease of the barbs on Ropes' cock sending her into a downward spiral to her climax that she simply couldn't escape.

"F-fuck! Ropes! You're gonna...make me cum if you keep fucking me like that...that's it! Hit my g-spot! Hit it hard!" Fyr pleaded with her husband, knowing that the devious pleasure demon could easily strike her most treasured sexual place whenever he wanted to. Now that he was on it again, he never let up, the head of his member sliding over the small, spongy spot of flesh with each drop of Fyr's hips. The tip of one tendril dropped from Fyr's hips down to slide along the inside of her thigh, tickling her flesh all the way until it came to settle upon the erect nub of her clit, pushing one last button for his wife and completely blowing her mind. "Ropes, goddamn! Yes! Yeeeeees! I'm cumming! Fuck!"

The sudden rush of warmth, wetness, and rapid, uneven squeezes on his cock made it impossible for Ropes to resist joining his lover in making a mess of the car seat. His own seed, thick, sticky, and delightfully warm strands of his cum started pumping right up into Fyr, filling her vaginal passage and leaving her womb drowning in the mess. "Atta girl, Fyr...m-making me...making me cum like that! Yes! F-fuck! Yes!" the puma praised his lovely dragoness verbally while praising her physically with another hard thrust, the barbs on his cock swimming around in a sticky mess of his own cum and the slippery juices of his lover's.

The squeaking of the tired shocks on the car slowly came to a stop, as Fyr bucked a couple more times on her lover, exhausting herself atop of his manhood and slowly leaning over him, embraced both by his arms and his tendrils as the act came to a proper close. Panting heavily and grinning with silly delight, Fyr rested against her husband and licked his cheek playfully with a single slurp from her long, slick tongue. It was rare to see Fyr acting playfully at all, but if there was a time for it to happen, it was in the midst of a heated romp such as this.

"Think you've still...mnn...got some energy left to help my mother move a bookshelf?" she asked, trying to catch her breath as Ropes gave her body a gentle squeeze.

"...Oh, shit. I forgot all about that!" Ropes admitted, his eyes widening as he realized what level of mistake he'd really made. "We better get moving then...you know how your mother can be when she's looking for a favor to be done for her..."

"I figure the bigger risk would be us getting caught naked in a car," Fyr said, rolling her eyes at her husband, and then rolling her body back into the seat next to his. "But I suppose she really can be far more fearsome than the local authorities. They'd probably just stop and ask to watch."

Ropes grinned. "A fantasy of yours, my dear?"

"Like I'd tell you that easily..."

**

Fyr had stumbled out of the car, walked in the door and collapsed on the couch without a word. The way her rump stuck up in the air, barely covered by her slinky overalls made Ropes think twice about what he was about to do, but his wife was sexually satisfied, and though she might be up for another romp, there was another woman in his life who needed some attention.

Without much more than a quiet "Bye, love you," Ropes was already on his way back down the country highway, heading to Sasha's house. It was a slightly more modest house than the farm that Ropes lived on, but still a nice home, and one that was overly crowded with trinkets and valuables collected over a rich lifetime.

Ropes wasn't at all surprised to see that the bookshelf they were supposed to move was already moved from the place it was the last time he and Fyr stopped by, the alibi for his coming over already provided and in place for if Fyr ever decided to ask questions. He closed the door quietly behind him, but as he stepped in the house, he didn't see anyone standing anywhere. "Sasha? Did you get tired of waiting and hire someone else to move the bookshelf?"

A blur of bright blue scales came up behind Ropes, and two arms wrapped around his waist. Sasha had been hiding behind the path of the door the entire time, and Ropes was none the wiser when the blue dragoness, already naked and pressing a dripping slit against his lower back, caught him by surprise and trapped him in her embrace. "It wasn't too heavy for me, my dear. You know I was just looking for an excuse to get you to stop by! You shouldn't go so long without fucking me...you're liable to get backed up down there..."

"Fyr does a great job of keeping me fresh," Ropes suggested, and after all, the sexual aspect of their relationship was alive and well, meaning that Ropes was never likely to get backed up. "Something that I'm sure you greatly appreciate..."

"Fresh cum is a little bit thinner, a little bit more runny...and _much_more fun to play with," Sasha admitted, her voice a little bit dreamy as she started to grind her hips against Ropes from behind, her wetness staining his shirt and starting to leak onto his jeans. Planning ahead, Ropes quickly tossed his shirt off of his body, struggling to get the fabric free from Sasha's powerful embrace. "And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've just started working on a fresh batch for me..."

Ropes blinked a little bit as he felt Sasha release him, but only to slide around to the front of his body, letting her claw tips tickle over his exposed abdomen and down, across the side of his body until they rested at the waistline of his jeans. "W-what do you mean?" Ropes asked, his cheeks just a little bit flushed, rather surprising, as the pleasure demon was never timid about enjoying himself.

"I can smell my daughter all over you," Sasha confirmed, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans so she could yank them right down. The front of Ropes' boxers were still just a bit moist from his encounter with Fyr, showing that he never even bothered to clean up after they were done. The silky mixture of his own seed and his wife's was still entirely present on his length, which was already starting to grow stiff once more. "How positively naughty...fucking my daughter, giving her a deep creampie, and then coming right here to have your way with me? What would Fyr say about that?"

Ropes gulped at the thought of Fyr finding out about their little secret, but in reality, it wasn't just naughty, it was downright erotic. He almost wished that Fyr would walk through the door a moment later to join in on their fun, but Sasha kept hold of his focus, gulping up his length hungrily and trying to get it stiff again as quickly as she could, with her eager, clawed pawtips working away at her pouting labia, working the wetness back into them and stroking over them, each touch drawing a moan out of her, one that she let loose on her lover. "I don't know what she'd say, but...nngh...even if she walked in, right now...watching her mother suck her husband's cock like this...I wouldn't...I couldn't stop! I'd blow my load right down your tight little throat right in front of her and make you swallow every drop!"

A quiet rumble of delight at the thought left Sasha, sending a series of gentle vibrations through Ropes and bringing his tendrils to life once again. While she loved sucking on his length, Sasha had other uses for that impressive feline cock, and needs that only Ropes could fulfill. With a sticky, wet pop, Sasha pulled free from Ropes and licked her lips, even as she felt a tendril brush over her breasts, sliding across her nipples, as another slid down over her rump and brushed tauntingly over her tailhole. "Mmmm... You'll have to tell my daughter that she has _quite_a tasty pussy for me, Ropes...but that can wait until after we finish things up here, wouldn't you agree?" she asked, standing up halfway from her knees and bending over at her hips, sticking her ass right into Ropes' stomach and placing her paws on the hardwood floors of the house, bracing herself for what she knew what coming, and what she so desperately needed. "I think for now, you'd better just stick that fat, thick cock in my pussy..."

Being a pleasure demon, Ropes was actually quite adept at resisting advances, since they were constantly thrown at him, but Sasha was different; she was special. No matter how hard he tried, from the very first time they fucked, Ropes simply couldn't resist her, and this time was no different, as his cock, stiff and throbbing once again, came to rest against Sasha's labia. The barbed tip tickled and tortured the pouting folds, sliding up and down over it as Ropes gripped Sasha by the hips, right over the tiny red stripes of scales there, and rammed his hips forward, showing off his impressive sexual stamina. Most men would barely be able to go again so quickly, but Ropes was already back to full strength, hammering his hips at Sasha with all of the sexual ferocity that he gave to Fyr. "Ahhhnn... like that, Sasha? Pound your tight little pussy...just...fucking...like...that?"

Sasha threw her head back in pure, forbidden pleasure and cried out with delight, her moans echoing throughout the empty house. "Yes! You read my mind, Ropes...but I can take more than that...fuck me harder!" she ordered, her sexual thirst not so easily quenched by just one hard thrust. Ropes knew that fact all too well and made sure to tease every inch of her body, letting a tendril focus on each of her breasts, stroking and teasing over her nipples as though they were each his paws, while another caressed the side of her cheek, and hungrily, she popped it into her maw, suckling on it even tighter than she had his cock. The last tendril tip was still flicking back and forth teasingly over Sasha's tailhole, but as she pushed her hips back to force Ropes even deeper into her pussy, the tendril was done teasing, and it started to probe into the airtight pucker, making Sasha quiver with delight against the floor.

"D-don't blame me, Sasha...when you're...really_sore tomorrow..." Ropes growled, feeling extra pleasure throughout his body from each tendril that attacked his forbidden partner. He could last a little longer, for sure, but penetrating her pussy, teasing her tailhole and watching Sasha suck on the end of a tendril was as engaging mentally as it was physically, and Ropes was loving the situation. "Cause I'm gonna fuck you _rotten...gonna blow my load deep in that tight little snatch..."

"Stop talking about it," Sasha whispered, pulling the tendril free from her mouth so she could speak and breathe for a moment, "And do it...you wanna cum in this pussy? You wanna fill me up?" she asked, her voice nothing more than a means to taunt Ropes as she bucked back against him, the empty house filling up with the sound of rough, hard, passionate sex.

Ropes gritted his fangs together, wincing his eyes shut tightly as he picked up his pace. His sack slapped against the tiny nub that was Sasha's clit with each of his thrusts, a sound that was a huge turn on for Sasha, who, despite her sexual experience, simply couldn't last when Ropes was taking her. He'd learned every spot on her body, every place to touch, every sweet spot in the tight confines of her vaginal passage, to the point that he could make her climax in seconds if he wanted to. The fact that this session had lasted for more than a few minutes meant that he wanted to draw out the experience and make it last, but even as he tried to spread things out, Sasha was already dripping wet, leaving puddles of her liquid desire on the floor and barreling towards a climax that she'd been waiting far too long for. "Fill you up? No...I'm gonna _flood_you," Ropes shot back, his sack tensing as he slowed his pace, building up power and thrusting hard against Sasha, each thrust going the full length of his cock and hitting Sasha in every internal sweet spot she had. The tendril in her tailhole probed a little bit deeper, giving her another dimension of internal pleasure, and just seconds before Ropes could achieve his own orgasm, Sasha lolled her tongue out her muzzle, gasping and panting in ecstasy as her release shook her body to the core, her knees going so weak that only the tendrils and Ropes' arms could keep her from falling to the floor.

"That's it...that's what I neeeeeed!" Sasha cried out, her tail flailing about wildly behind her as every other muscle in her body tensed, clenching down so tightly on Ropes with her inner walls that he couldn't possibly resist his own climax. "Cumming...I'm cumming, Ropes! Yes! Y-yes! Fill me up!"

Ropes was a lot of things, but perhaps above all, he was a dedicated lover, and his cock was buried as deep as it could go, the ticklish barbs on the tip finally coming to rest as his length erupted once more with a torrent of thin, slick seed, his cum soaking every surface that in touched within Sasha and pumping easily into her womb. "S-Sasha, you're...so good...so fucking good! I'm cumming too...gonna fill that fucking pussy til it bursts!" he cried out, his eyes wincing tighter still as gave a few final, powerful thrusts, his hips still not tired as Sasha braced herself the best that she could. The sheer force of his hips splashed his own seed out onto his body and down to the floor, making a mess of the entryway to the house and sending streams of mingled cum down Sasha's thighs, the white fluid standing out against the bright, vivid blue of her scales and painting her body with desire.

"Yes...y-yes, Ropes...I feel it..." she panted desperately, her orgasm still dominating her body and keeping her in a constant state of shuddering as Ropes managed to slow his pace just a little bit. "I feel...all of it...swimming around in my pussy...it's heavenly, Ropes...t-thank you..."

"You know I'm m-more than happy to help," Ropes replied in a stammering, exhausted voice. "Most men would kill to have such a great relationship...with their mother-in-law."

Sasha licked her muzzle as her body finally gave up and she went down to the floor, resting on her sizable breasts and taking Ropes with her, letting him rest against her back and the soft cradle of her wings. "And most mothers would be thrilled to have such courteous son-in-laws...especially ones who are so good in the bedroom."

"And that is where you and I differ from most, Sasha," Ropes reminded her with a quiet chuckle. He made himself comfortable against his forbidden lover, a soft smile played across his lips as his arms rested on either side of her, and his tendrils tickled and teased at her sides. "But it's a secret that I'm glad we share."

Sasha glanced up thoughtfully after they both came down from their orgasmic bliss. "I do wonder though, Ropes...what would happen if Fyr ever found out?"

Ropes had to think about that one for a moment, before resting his cheek against the nape of Sasha's neck.

"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Sasha...if we ever do."