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The wet sounds of Darlan's and Aysa's coupling permeated their bedroom. The methodical schlick, schlick noises interrupted only by Aysa's soft gasps and Darlan's grunts. His earfins pinned in agitation, Darlan let out an audible hiss, pushing his frame off of Aysa. His half-erect cock slipped free from Aysa's vent with a soft slurp. He sat on his hinds, the feral dragon's cock quickly disappearing back into its own hiding place in his slit.

"Not tonight, Aysa." He said, not unkindly. Darlan couldn't look Aysa in the eyes. His paws kneaded the silken sheets as he focused intently at the nightstand. The nightstand was made of pine and was bare, save for a single lamp. Neat and tidy, just how he liked it.

Aysa sighed softly, catching herself at the last moment. "Ten years, Darlan, we've been together. And you're worried about one little trip?" She stretched her wings and flipped from her back onto her belly, crawling up to his side. She let out an involuntary croon and nuzzled against Darlan's chest plates.

"It's not that. I mean, it is, but it's not." Flinching away from her touch, he growled in irritation. "It's just... the same. A lot. A lot of the same."

Unperturbed by Darlan's flinch, Aysa laid her head on a pillow and gazed up at him. "Of course it's the same," she giggled. "I am your mate, and you are mine, only mine." Her tongue flicked as she thought, little-ears perked towards him. "But if you want, oh, something different..." Her voice trailed off.

Darlan turned, swiveling his earfins towards her, one eyeridge cocked in curiosity.

"...I could muzzle you, suck you clean and dry before I go. Make sure my handsome, stud drake is well taken care of. Hmmm?"

Darlan's eyes rolled, his attention wavering. "Don't be obtuse. You know what I mean."

Aysa wagged her tail across the bed. The sinuous limb wrapped and coiled and tugged against Darlan's own tail, carefully avoiding the top spines.

"I know," she said softly. "But you know what it means to me to have you, to have us exclusive." Her tail tip played against his tail tip, wriggling beneath it. "I know other dragons have their, erm, _special_friends. But it's better, just me and you. Better for us, and better for our future family." Aysa reached out and took Darlan's paws in hers. She tugged it towards her belly, the meaning abundantly clear.

Darlan's demeanor immediately softened, the rigid spines trailing from forehead to tail tip easing down against his hide. "You're right." His paw pressed against her belly, a smirk tugged at his maw. "Maybe I can just paint your rump red one night, hm? A bit of dress up?" It was a reference to a red dragoness Darlan had been dating many years ago. Aysa growled and nipped at his paw. "Any color except red. Maybe." She giggled.

Unwinding herself from her mate's limbs she stood and shook. "I have to get ready now. Five days is not so long, yes? Five days with no place to spill your seed, then I know you'll be in the mood." Aysa strut from the bedroom, tail up. She didn't notice Darlan not even looking. Instead he gazed at the lamp, eyeridges furrowed in thought.

~

Aysa left that morning. Her first business trip. Aysa had worked hard these past three years, work which recently paid off handsomely. For five days she'd be working out of headquarters, six hours flight from their home. One day flying, three days work, one day flying home. That meant a week in which Darlan had naught to do but work and ignore the ever-present desire which stirred between his hind legs.

He didn't even know what he wanted. He loved Aysa, he knew. He really did. But last night he had meant what he said. Everything just felt the same! The same sex. The same words. The same conversation.

At work his coworkers teased him mercilessly. On weekends his coworkers partied, they said. Met dragonesses. Mated. _Copiously._Usually with more than one partner at once, male and female. At least that's what they claimed. He ignored them, or tried to. He had all he needed, he would say. Had his own dragoness. His own home.

Home. Darlan looked around and grunted. Aysa, being her usual self, had left the place a mess. Every item lived in a place, a home. At least that's what Darlan thought. Aysa thought differently. Inadvertently she left a mess wherever she went. Items left on the floor, trinkets on the counter. Dishes in the sink. Darlan grunted again and set about placing each item back in its rightful place. Cleaning with four paws never got any easier.

Spectacular way to spend his Sunday, he thought. Gripping the window with his muzzle he slid it open to let fresh air in as he worked. At least the work kept him busy. Cleaning the house would serve as a good excuse as to why he hadn't accepted his coworkers invitation to hang out on Sunday, again.

The doorbell rang. BRRZZZZT! Lost in his thoughts he jumped and clucked at himself. His Sunday was slipping by while he worked. Probably just the latest package delivery, he mused. Aysa always needed something. Thus, delivery drivers were always ringing their accursed doorbell. The damn thing made positively the worst noise ever bestowed upon a doorbell.

"Coming!" He chirped out. Dropping his broom, he trotted to the door, unlatching it and pulling the door open with one smooth motion. "What is it this time? Tail warmer? Earfin muffs?"

"N- no." A tiny voice squeaked. The delivery drivers had sure gotten tinier.

Darlan lowered his muzzle and looked directly at a young dragoness half his height. The pretty little thing looked like a white pearl dipped in strawberry sauce. Tiny rounded horns protruded outwards between two strawberry jam dipped ears. The ears were rounded as well, not pointy and sharp like Aysa's. This was no delivery driver. Darlan snorted. "Never you mind. What do you want?"

"Ayyy-sa. Is she home?" Overly large eyes tried to peer past him and into his house.

Darlan stepped in front of her gaze. "No. And if you do know her, you'd know that because our house is actually clean for once." He snorted. "She'll be back Thursday. Come back then." He started to close the door.

"W- wait!" A tiny red paw appeared in the doorway, pushing back. "She said she would help!"

Darlan eyed her up and down, peering one eye down at her from between the door and the doorframe. "Help with what?"

"School. A project. She said she would." Her blunt, pearlescent muzzle quivered. Apparently she had avoided sticking her snout in strawberry jam as well.

"Not home. Back Thursday. She'll help you then. Begone, strawberry sauce hatchling."

The hatchling squawked indignantly. "I'm not a hatchling! And I can't. It's due tomorrow." The snuffling began in earnest now. "She said she would help..." Waterworks soon, he knew. "Maybe you could..." Darlan's eyes rolled so hard he feared he might lose them. Still, he didn't really have anything to do this afternoon now that the house was clean. He opened the door a bit.

"How long?" He inquired. "And if it's a math project, I'm not doing it. Ask your parents."

"Oh! No, not math." The waterworks dried up instantly. He had been played. "Art." Darlan's earfins perked. "I wanted to paint Aysa, as a study. She said she would help me with mixing oils too. See?" She lifted a wing, showing off art supplies he neglected to notice before. "So... you'll help? I can draw you? I'd rather draw a handsome drake, anyways."

Darlan's chest puffed, his ego stroked by the question. "Of course." He opened the door all the way and ushered her in. The dark red tips of her wings faded into a light pink. Pretty cute, really. "What's your name? Or should I just call you strawberry shortcake?" he teased with a playful flick of his tongue.

"It's Rosala, not strawberry shortcake. Or just Rosa for short." Rosala knew her way around the house. Evidently this was not her first visit. Without askance she began setting up, wriggling her paint supplies down onto the kitchen floor. Darlan rested his head on the counter and watched.

"Fine then, Rosa. And my name is-"

"Dar!" She interrupted. "Dar the handsome."

Darlan snorted. "Darlan. Of course you knew. Aysa probably told you." He let the handsome comment slide. She was a young and impressionable dragoness, and he was a drake easily twice her age.

Rosala nodded and grabbed a brush in her muzzle. She stood on her hinds to reach the sink, wetting the fine brushes as she prepared. "Just how old are you, Rosa?" Darlan began to think it was probably a Bad Idea to have a dragoness half his size, alone, in his house. He clucked to himself, banishing those thoughts. He was an adult. Surely tonight he'd meet her parents and explain the visit.

"Oh, you know," she mused, avoiding the question. "What does it matter, anyways?" She looked up at him, muzzle wet from spatter from the faucet.

"It doesn't. Just curious. You look kind of small."

Her brow furrowed, wings flaring out in an attempt to make herself appear larger. "I'm thirteen, if you must know. And I'm top of my class at Art Prep Middle School, thank-you-very-much."

Barely a teenager. That explained the attitude, Darlan mused. Probably talks about drakes all day with her friends.

"Now, stand over there, if you please, Mr. Handsome Darlan." She waved a paw in the general direction of the living room. He strutted over and paused, looking over at her.

"Any particular... pose?"

"Something interesting. Aysa taught me the basics of depths and shading."

"Like this?" He turned away from her.

"No, that's boring. Try to look more... regal. Something that shows more of you."

Darlan exhaled through his nostrils. "I assure you, I am the most regal dragon who lives on this block." He turned and faced her. Angling himself slightly to the side so he'd be less of a profile shot, he lifted his muzzle slightly, looking down at her. "Better?"

Rosala looked up from her paint mixing, brush hanging from her muzzle. A small blush tinted her previously white cheeks. "Goodness you are the handsome drake. Why didn't Aysa mention it before?"

"Because I'm twice your age and handsome drakes should be your age, that's why!"

Rosala shrugged at that. "Drakes my age don't know anything," she whined. "Anyways, just stay still."

Darlan rolled his eyes. "Of course."

After a few minutes of this, standing still with his muzzle slightly upturned, the only sound was the soft swisch of the paint brush on her canvas. Darlan yawned, searching for conversation topics. "So you, uh, live with your parents around here?"

She set the paintbrush down and nodded, stretching out on her fores as she mixed some more paint. "Ya. But they're busy today. Sunday is mating day."

Dar grunted. "Mating day, huh." His tone implied incredulity.

"Ya. Usually dad has the house with mom and another female or drake. They won't let me watch."

Darlan cleared his throat and shifted his legs, chasing away a stirring in his loins. "And why, exactly, would you want to watch that?" Bad question, Dar, bad question, he mentally berated himself. He found himself gazing at her little muzzle, the roundness of her cheeks and horns and ears. Gods, she was pretty adorable. What was he even thinking? He had a mate, Aysa, a mate that for ten years he had stayed true to.

"Because I want to mate, too, Mr. Silly Handsome Darlan. Or at least learn..." Her voice trailed off as she sat on her haunches. "The other girls at school talk about it. Maybe you could teach me some basics?"

Darlan barked at her, "Absolutely not." He tried to think of anything else except teaching Rosala everything he knew about mating. He tried to think of Aysa, of his cock disappearing into Aysa's light green slit. But when he closed his eyes he only felt frustration and the tantalizing thought of a white slit instead, flushed pink with lust. "And just Dar is fine. Besides, I'm sure some handsome young drake would teach you all you wanted to know," he said.

"Pfft, the boys at school are _not_drakes." She mused, her words taking on a dreamy quality. "A drake is handsome and tall." Unconsciously, Darlan's back straightened. "Assertive but loving." He could be assertive, he thought. With Aysa. Of course. "Rough but gentle..." Her voice trailed off. Obviously she didn't know exactly what she meant by that.

"A drake can be rough during mating, but gentle after. Rarely both at the same time." Darlan levied this newfound knowledge with a bob of his head. Oops. Shouldn't have said that. Should not have said that, he thought.

Rosala's rounded ears swiveled, her light blue eyes big and bright. "Really?" The excitement in her voice was unmistakable. "Why not?"

"Well," he began. Why was he answering her question? "The drake is passionate with his female, or females. This is because the female does her very best to make him that way."

"The female makes him passionate?" She parroted. "But why? How?"

Hatchlings were full of why and how, apparently. "Usually with their tongue. And because," he snorted, "the more passionate the drake is the better chance the female has of getting pregnant. Which is the purpose of mating. Besides pleasure, of course. And fun. Lots of fun." Now that his tongue started wagging responses he found it difficult to stop. Maybe that's what was missing with Aysa. Fun. And wagging tongues. His thoughts trailed off to fun times back in college. Fun based on casual yet ridiculous sex, being able to hump one dragoness, hold himself back, and finish in another's muzzle.

Back in the living room, Darlan noticed that her eyes no longer met his. Perhaps his answer was too descriptive. Silently cursing himself, Darlan went to move towards her, to get her mind set on something else. His cock swung freely between his hinds as he walked, the pink flesh hanging aroused from his slit. "Fuck!" He said, this time not silently. He turned, raising a hind leg slightly to block his cock from Rosala's view.

Rosala's curiosity could not be contained so easily. She hopped to the side, jabbering excitedly. "Oooh, your penis is so big, Mr. Darlan!" Short tail wagging behind her, she circled around as Darlan unsuccessfully tried to dance out of view.

Cursing about the mess he'd found himself in, he circled once, twice, before finally stopping, unwittingly letting her get a full view of his cock. For fucks sake if she wanted to see then, well, _fuck_it. He hadn't gotten properly laid by Aysa in how many months and here he was dancing away from an adorable dragoness. What harm was there in letting her just see? Was it betraying Aysa if Rosala just looked? Technically he wasn't _doing_anything.

"Does it get bigger?" Rosala ducked between his forelegs, not that she had to duck down far. Her rounded horn tips rubbed against his scaled chest plates as he gazed down at her rump. Wordlessly he flexed_his cock at her, the tapered tip slapping up against his belly. "Ooooh," she mewed. "Your penis is _huge."

No drake could hear those words and not puff out his chest, as Darlan did now. Lifting up a trembling paw he ran it gently along her flank, feeling along her hips. He flexed again, his cock making an audible _slap_against his belly. "Mr. Darlan, you said a dragoness uses her tongue. You meant on a drake's penis, didn't you?"

Darlan rumbled deep in his chest, his paw continuing to fondle against her rump. Shaking his head he stomped his foot back down. He would be true to Aysa. "One, call it a cock if you insist on calling it anything at all. Two, yes, a dragoness makes her drake passionate through use of her tongue." He stated, absentmindedly admiring the pink blush he could barely glimpse against the edges of Rosala's tailbase. "She uses her tongue on the drake's cock," he clarified.

A little, wet tongue immediately trailed against the tip of his cock, again and again, lapping at his cock like an ice cream cone on a hot summer's day. "Stop! And no, not like that!" He hissed, maybe too harshly. Rosala slunk under the hiss, retreating backwards from beneath him. Her paws left little paint splatters on the carpet, he noted.

"Then how? Why won't you teach me, Dar?" she asked impatiently.

Because- because I am exclusive to Aysa, he wanted to say. With his whole body he wanted to say that. Instead he said nothing. His cock throbbed between his legs, growing fuller and thicker against his will.

"Pleeeeeaaase?" she begged, gazing up at him with large, ice-blue eyes.

Show me a drake who could withstand a dragoness begging to learn how to suck your cock, and I'll show you a liar, or a drake getting laid every night, Dar thought. He eyed Rosala's cherubic face, guilt heavy in his chest. He nodded once, firmly.

"Eeee!" Rosala squealed, giddy with excitement. Darlan stopped her short by collecting her whole muzzle in a single paw, resting a single digit on the bridge of her snout.

"Just this once! And you will tell no one, yes? I'm serious now. Lessons for you only." Just once. Aysa wouldn't know. No one would. Her eyes wide, she nodded back as best she could.

Darlan growled low and released her, carefully stepping away from the paint splatters. Rosala followed him closely, her eyes never leaving his cock. "Look, Rosala. You can't just... start licking my, er, a cock like a lollipop. You have to be sensual. Get the drake relaxed and on his back."

"Then why aren't you on your back?" she asked.

"Because... because I'm not letting you use your tongue on me. I said I'd teach you, that's all!"

Rosala let out a shrill whine and head-butted his flank. "How am I supposed to learn if I don't try? You're a bad, teacher, Darlan."

"Practice on another drake." Darlan snorted.

"I don't want another drake! I want a drake that is strong and handsome and that can teach me from experience..." She trotted forward and quickled nuzzled up under his neck. Darlan's heart started to pound harder in his chest.

"Fine!" He gave in with a huff, blushing furiously. Since when had a dragoness half his size have the ability to get him so flustered? Determined to take control he sprawled on the living room carpet on his back, sprawling his wings across the carpet to show off his sizeable wingspan. It also offered a completely unobstructed view of his now semi-retreated cock to the little dragoness.

Rosala climbed straight onto his belly, facing his cock. Her fores draped to either side of his slit for stability while she stood on her hinds, her tail elevated to keep her balanced on his broad chest. Darlan chose to focus his eyes up at the corner of his ceiling, determined not to look at her slit. No, he definitely did not notice how her slit looked so tight and cute and flushed with pink against her creamy white belly.

"Ooh, you're growing again." she chirped happily. Her little maw nuzzled in between his legs, lapping gently this time at his tip.

"Not the tip," he growled.

With a murmur of compliance she went about exploring the rest of his length. Her muzzle nestled between his inner thigh and cock, she whuffled, breathing in his musky male scent. Rounded-ears perked her tongue snaked out of her muzzle, the warm appendage wrapping wetly around the base of his shaft. Darlan groaned immediately in response. Encouraged, she tried to fit her tiny maw around his base, only making it about half way around his girth. Her forked tongue tickled and licked against him.

With a hiss Darlan pressed his loins into her face, letting her muzzle drag across his length. Gods did she feel good, something about her tiny sweltering muzzle and her eagerness turned him on immensely. Rosala needed little in the way of instruction; her eagerness made up for her lack of experience. Working her way back up to his tip she cocked her head in askance. Darlan nodded once, and suddenly his tapered tip was inside her maw.

So warm and wet, a tiny eager orifice wrapped around his cock. Darlan bucked his hips, forcing himself into Rosala's tiny muzzle as she struggled to accommodate him. She pulled back only to slide back down, bobbing her head while sucking eagerly. Darlan laid his head to the side, no longer trying to kid himself - he stared at her slit, fantasizing about what he knew he shouldn't, no, couldn't have.

Rosala moaned, her little muzzle stretched as far as it could go around the drake's cock. She struggled with each bob of her head, always attempting to go further. Her wet tongue traced circles around the tip of his cock before she pushed down, taking his rigid shaft as far as she could. Tongue squirming around the underside of his shaft she pressed until her eyes watered before retreating and repeating the motion over, and over again. Darlan closed his eyes in bliss and hissed his approval. Suddenly the suckling stopped and four paws were on his chest, wandering and maneuvering.

Darlan watched her. Thump, thump. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. "Rosa, you can't." His own voice didn't sound very convincing to his own earfins. Rosa didnt stop. Her tail tickled against the side of his member. "Rosa... I can't."

"Of course you can," Rosala scoffed. "Tongues then mating, that's what you said! I'm learning so much, Dar!" And suddenly soft-scaled underbelly scaled replaced tongue, and Dar couldn't think straight. He tried to think of Aysa and of promises. But those thoughts were so far away compared to being belly-to-belly with a new female dragoness eager for his cock.

His wet shaft slid up past her slit and across her belly, smearing her underside with a healthy glazing of his own precum. Rosala, undeterred, wriggled and slid down again until she felt the pressure of his tapered tip nestled at her cleft. She pressed down, feeling her stretchy folds part ever so slightly against that hot shaft. She found her mark.

Darlan's rock-hard cock spread her velvety slick opening easily. Her virginal folds wrapped tightly around the invading appendage, stretching lewdly. Rosala squeaked before filling her lungs with a gasp. Darlan moaned. She felt even tighter than she looked. Her sex positively squeezed around his cock tip, their bodies connected in an intimate embrace he never intended.

The slick heat of her sex encompassed his tip. Darlan was torn between grabbing her hips, thrusting into the little dragoness until he was hilted inside her and filling her womb with seed, versus flipping her over and kicking her out of the house. Instead he was frozen in time, unable and unwilling to make a decision. Through inaction he instead let her take her time and explore the new found sensations of a fertile drake's cock lodged between her legs.

And learn she did. Rosala's small paws--small enough to fit on a single chest plate-- pushed against his chest as she wriggled her weight from her front paws to her hind. With a little exploratory wiggle of her hips and a slap of one hindpaw against his scale, Darlan's cock sunk into her sex, pushing roughly past the natural barrier that previously marked her as virgin. She squeaked and lifted her hips against the unexpected sharpness of pain that accompanied that loss. That sharp pain quickly gave way to a slow burning of pleasure. She moaned and lowered her hips, lost in curiosity, lust, and natural instinct.

Soon she found her rhythym. Squelch. His cock sunk deeper into her slick pussy. Schhlorp. She bucked upwards with her little hindlegs. Squelch! She used gravity to her advantage and wiggled herself down as far as she could go, which was about halfway down his cock. She was so tight! Her slit suckled and rippled around his cock, massaging and squeezing in all the right and oh so, so wrong ways.

Darlan gasped, feeling that familiar pressure build in his loins. No! Whatever Rosala knew about mating she did not know enough about eggs and pregnancy. But he couldn't will the pleasure to stop. Darlan didn't want the pleasure to ever, ever stop. His tail lashed against the wall as his hips bucked upwards, spearing her with his dragonhood. Rosala whined, then quivered, her full body shaking, toes curling as her sex rippled_around Darlan's cock. Squeeze, ripple, _squeeze! With a roar that shook the house Darlan climaxed inside of her, sending wave after wave of thick ropey cum inside her tiny slit. His tail flagged upwards with each splurt! and within moments Darlan's semen leaked out of her, overflowing her tiny womb.

Riding the best orgasm he'd had in ten years, Darlan came back to earth in a very gradual and carefree slide. He purposely lingered on the feeling of his flesh throbbing inside her young form, each pulse delivering a load of sticky, fertile cum. With Rosala's womb completely full and leaking down around his shaft, the chance of pregnancy could be quite real. He couldn't find it in himself to care except for the deeper, base instinct which relished in the thought of making a dragoness heavy with eggs.

Between his deep breaths and her little huffs, he made another show of strength by flexing his cock up inside her. Rosala shuddered, the move forcing out another goop of wet cum from her over-suffed slit.

Darlan knew the creamy seed which leaked from Rosala's stuffed sex was practically a dribble compared the batch he had delivered into her belly. He licked at her cheek and gazed down between her legs, imagining that he could even see a slight swell in her belly.

Legs quivering, Rosala attempted to slowly extricate herself from the cock still buried deep inside of her. Darlan pulled back from her muzzle, knowing he had a front row seat to one of the most erotic and even exotic events he could ever wish for: a little dragonness learning for the first time just what the aftermath of a good mating is. As the base of his cock began to emerge from her stretched slit, so did a thick ribbon of seed, splattering wetly against his own scales in an audible schlprt! Rosala whined, in embarrassment or relief, he did not know. He continued watching as his pulsing flesh slipped free from between her legs. Gravity did the rest, his cock landing with a splat between his belly while Rosala dribbled cum from between her raised tail down onto him.

Finding her voice, Rosala quivered excitedly as she slid off of his chest, curling to lick up the cum drooling from her. Between licks and muzzles full of cum, she said "Ohhh Mr. Darlan! That was SO fun! Can we do it again tomorrow? Pleeaaaaaaaase?"

Darlan snorted, rolling back onto all fours, his cock rapidly disappearing back into his own male slit. His mind reeled at what he'd done. His loins began to think only of when they could orgasm like that again. "Fine... yes. Okay. Just you. And don't tell anyone!" Rosala bobbed her head, her tongue casually licking cum from off of her muzzle, only to quickly move forward to lap at Darlan's own slit to clean off any remaining evidence. Darlan shivered in pleasure.

~

Rosala proved an eager student. The day after that, and after that, and again after that Rosala found herself in Darlan's home.

Darlan spoke to her parents. Made up an excuse of tutoring her in art theory. Busy as they were they seemed thankful enough for free babysitting, let alone tutoring. Darlan held his tongue. Their home smelled of sex already, clearly Rosala did not exaggerate in her parents weekend activities. Rosala's activities would go unnoticed. Probably.

Rosala's tongue currently wrapped around his cock, she was practicing a new technique he'd taught her today. Wednesday. Fuck.

"Rosala?" He watched as she finished curling her tongue around his shaft. The same muzzle he'd filled with cum the day before.

"Mmmn? What is it, Mr. Darlan?" She asked. "Are you going to teach me something new?"

He shook his head. "Listen, Rosala. Tomorrow Aysa comes home, okay? And she, uhm, well I need to spend some time with her, okay? Don't come over for a few days maybe?"

Rosala pouted, her muzzle scrunched. "Why can't I just mate you with Aysa?" Why indeed, Darlan thought. Instead he shook his head.

"Can't. Just, I can't explain right now, but I will later, okay?"

She shrugged. Then, her eager voice replied, "Then we'll make today extra special, huh Mr. Darlan?"

He grinned back at her. Yes indeed.

~

Wednesday! Aysa thought excitedly as she flew home. Hoping to assuage some of Darlan's grumpiness, Aysa worked extra hours every day at headquarters. Impressed by her eagerness to learn her request to fly home a day early had been granted. And now she flew, only minutes from seeing Darlan, her love and mate, again.

The days away from her true love were difficult. Aysa knew it was difficult on Darlan as well. Lately his grumpiness had increased. Aysa knew just how to fix that. Her tail wriggled behind her. With muzzle and tail and willingness. Maybe this time an egg would take. She blushed with anticipation.

Landing softly on the ground outside their house, her ears picked up sounds coming from inside. Did Darlan have company over? Drat, perhaps her lewd thoughts would be postponed until later.

"Dar!" Aysa burst inside excitedly. "I-" Aysa's words caught in garbled squawk! as she surveyed the scene before her.

Darlan laid on his back in the living room. With a dragoness half his size on his belly. The dragonesses' little maw was wrapped lewdly around his hard cock, struggling with the size of him. Darlan's tongue lapped between her legs, slurping loudly against the pink dragonesses' sex.

Aysa's cheeks turned red with fury and the indignity. How dare he!

And how could he...? Waves of guilt flooded into her body. She hadn't been good enough for him, enough to satisfy his base drake instincts. She knew it in her heart. Oh how she tried to satisfy his every lustful craving with eagerness, but somehow she knew the fault lay with her. She whimpered, a pitiful sound that caught both of the lover's attentions.

Darlan's eyes widened, then narrowed. Rosala, that was the dragonesses' name Aysa suddenly remembered, at least looked embarrassed. Her muzzle left Darlan's cock as her cheeks turned as red as her paws. Aysa ignored her and stared at Darlan, maw agape.

Aysa saw genuine shock and regret there, at first. His widened eyes, the way his wing twitched to cover and hide himself from view. His shame evident, for a moment looked like he would push Rosala off of him and stop this madness, this, this infidelity.

But something changed. Darlan looked from Rosala, to Aysa, then back. It's as if he was saying... see? Look at her? So pretty, so young, how could I not? Aysa scowled. Darlan's expression hardened. He knew he was already caught. Aysa could see in his expression the choice before him. Repair his damaged marriage as best he could... or move forward with a damaged relationship, but with the sex that he wanted.

With a grunt Darlan looked Aysa in the eye and pushed Rosala back onto his cock.

Aysa gasped, tail tucked between her legs. Did he not care about anything? Rosala was thirteen! Her own student! And he was forcing her to suck his cock!

Not forcing, she realized, not sure what hurt worse. Rosala returned to Darlan's cock with an eagerness which bespoke familiarity.

And, apparently, talent, for within moments Darlan was spurting warm jets of seed down into Rosala's muzzle. Rosala gulped and slurped, swallowing as much as she could but inevitably spilling some back down onto Darlan's belly. Darlan from his eye contact with Aysa, returning his focus and his tongue to under Rosala's tail.

Aysa, unable to look away, whined pitifully.

~

That night Aysa went to bed with Darlan, against her better judgment. She wanted to scream. She wanted to hit him, yell at him. Darlan had been calm, assertive. Said they'd talk. Aysa shifted restlessly in her sleep, unable to understand. Had things changed so much over just a few days? Aysa wanted to talk now. Darlan shushed her, telling her they would talk later.

She dreamed terrible dreams, nightmares really, about the young Rosala taking her place. Aysa dreamed of Rosala riding Darlan, her younger, tighter tail squelching around Darlan's cock. Dreamed of Rosala's belly swelling with his egg while Aysa's own belly stayed flat and egg-less.

Aysa woke with a squawk, chest heaving. Next to her the squelching continued.

In the moonlight she could just make out the coral red and white form of Rosala riding Darlan in their own bed! She mewled, catching the lover's attention. Aysa's mind was reeling. How could he? Worse to cheat, worst of all do it in their own home, and to do the act here in their own bed was unthinkable.

Rosala tried to squirm away now that Aysa was awake. Darlan held Rosala to him, pushing her down on his cock. In the moonlight it looked like Rosala had the decency to blush and look away, but it was difficult to tell with her strawberry red coloration.

Darlan growled lowly. "I believe you wanted to talk."

"Not... not like this! Not with her here," Aysa hissed. Had Darlan gone insane?

"Her name is Rosala. And I wanted her to be here for our... talk."

"So you told her to come at night and... and... do this!"

"I did not such thing. Rosala," Darlan thrust upwards slightly, eliciting a chirp. "Tell Aysa what you told me, tonight, when you snuck in. Tell her..."

"Well, uhm, Darlan had been teaching so much. I was afraid the lessons would stop." Rosala shifted her eyes from Darlan, to Aysa, and back to Darlan. "I was afraid he would only want you, Aysa. So I thought I could show him, all that I learned, show him I could be just as good as..."

Darlan growled again, forcefully, forcing her hips down with an audible squelch. "As good as..."

Rosala squeaked, "Aysa!"

"Good girl. And you are. Better, actually, yesss," Darlan's voice trailed off into a hiss of pleasure as his cock _throbbed_inside of Rosala, obviously getting off on the fact Aysa was watching. Aysa could barely reason what was going on. The only thing her mind could slowly come to the conclusion of was that this was not new. When she caught them this morning, that was just one of several events. And now Dar was, well, Aysa wasn't sure what he was trying to do. But Aysa's ears flattened against her head. Aysa knew she loved Darlan with all of her heart, but she did not know what was going through Dar's head tonight.

Aysa gasped. Cumming in Rosala's muzzle was one, thing, cumming in her belly, unprotected, quite another! As if reading her thoughts, Darlan met her gaze. "I think Rosa will look cute with an egg in her belly, don't you agree?" Darlan leaned back and closed his eyes, tail twitching in pleasure. "If she isn't already."

Aysa flattened herself on the bed. Her ears pinned against her neck, a permanent blush on her muzzle. If she isn't already? What was that supposed to mean? It was supposed to be her own egg getting fertilized, not some prettier, tighter, younger teen! Where, oh where, had her Darlan gone?

To be continued...?