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This story was written for Fyrdrgon. It contains copious quantities of sex between two consenting adult herms! :3

A Day in the Life

6:30am

Fyr stirred as she felt movement next to her. Rolling over, eyes wearily peeling themselves open, she observed her lover slipping back into bed in the gloomy darkness. The dragon's sharp ears could hear the gentle gurgling of their home's boiler, refilling that which had been spent when Ropes washed his hands. She murmured happily as his warmth joined her beneath the covers once again, and beamed when he turned onto his side, facing her with a warm smile of his own.

"Morning..."

His rumbling voice was so confident. So full of himself. The arrogant motherfucker, he knew exactly what was going to happen next, and he wasn't the slightest bit ashamed of it. Not that Fyr was ashamed of course. Hell, if Ropes hadn't been just as eager, she'd have touched and teased him until he might as well have begged.

"Morning."

Fyr's reply was simple, and yet laced with passion as she practically moaned that one word back at the puma. Their two bodies shuffled closer to one another, and the dragoness gave a shiver of excitement as she felt the clawed toes of her feet brushing against Ropes' own footpaws. One of his hands reached out beneath the bedding and landed upon her right flank. He stroked her smooth crimson scales, running his digits down over to the more pale bands that ran across her belly. That hand was joined by another, and they began to rise up. And up. Up the length of Fyr's torso, until they encountered the ample mounds of the dragoness' breasts.

"We could sleep for another two hours..."

Ropes knew that wasn't going to happen. Not in a million years. But he also knew that by being the one to suggest it, it fell to Fyr to say no. To say that she wanted to do something else. The puma knew all too well what his mere presence did to his lover's libido, but as ever, he wanted to hear it. To see Fyr admitting it.

"Or, we could wear each other out so much that by the time we do need to get up, we're exhausted all over again..."

The dragon's own hands slipped forth as she closed her eyes, revelling in the sensation of Ropes' digits teasing and tweaking at her already firm and swollen nipples, and groped at the fuzzy fur of her mate's own stomach. Firm, flat, powerful. She moaned again as his grasp upon her breasts tightened, and under his breath he growled to her.

"Touch me."

She giggled through her excitement, and licked her lips with a giddy nod as her hands roamed down through the puma's lush fur.

"Just try and stop me."

Ropes squeezed Fyr's breasts, and now, as she gasped and shuddered in arousal, Fyr groped at her lover in return. She took his hefty balls in one hand, and the already swollen length of his morning wood in the other. She squeezed. She stroked. She breathlessly begged her lover for the same treatment that she was now offering him.

"Now you. T-touch... touch me. Stroke my cock."

And with a growl of delight at the dragon's wish, half plea and half demand, Ropes did so. He released Fyr's ample breasts, and allowed his hands to drop down the length of her beautiful, fertile and feminine form, to seek out her own balls. They were scaled and smooth, but every bit as warm and plump as his own. And her cock, it was smaller than his own by perhaps an inch, but that thick black length was nothing to be ashamed of. It was still large, and with its knotted base and ridged shaft, more than a match for him.

With her eyes fluttering open once more, half lidded with pleasure but desperate to see the same bliss mirrored upon her lover's face as she touched him, the dragon and puma masturbated one another with slow, casual and yet immensely pleasant squeezes and strokes. They could feel their bodies trembling with delight beneath the warmth of the sheets, that heat growing more and more deliciously intense as their respective arousal twitched in one another's grasp. But still, even as their stroking grew more rapid and their squeezes ever tighter, they craved more. They both knew their bodies were capable of feeling so much more than they were currently accepting, and it was just a matter of time, and of teasing their lover to greater heights, before new and ever more wonderful sensations were lavished upon them both.

Sure enough, barely two minutes later, Fyr's hand departed Ropes' fuzzy furred balls. Rather than withdrawing though they teased their way further forward, between the puma's legs. He gave a grunt of desire, and the covers around them shifted as he spread his lower limbs apart a little.

"Already so wet..."

Fyr grinned as she caressed the feline herm's thighs, his pale, glowing white eyes staring back at her with passion, but also a little embarrassment too as he squirmed in obvious and urgent excitement.

"S-shut up..."

The dragon snorted with laughter, but didn't withdraw her hand. Indeed she pushed it further still, and felt her scaled fingertips grazing against furless flesh both damp and immensely warm to the touch. The swollen outer lips nestled behind Ropes' balls, betraying the fact that though he did not bear breasts like hers, the puma was a herm just like Fyr herself.

"I'll shut up. But... only if you_don't_. Moan for me, Ropes."

Fyr squeezed her mate's cock, and at the same moment pressed two of her fingers more urgently against Ropes' more feminine regions. She felt his body tense up, and saw his eyes bulging as the dual stimulation surged through him while her fingers wiggled and pushed their way into his pussy. She watched him try to hold back. Try to defy her. But to no avail. His lips parted to reveal bared, snarling teeth, but only for a moment. His jaw fell slack, a shuddering gasp of breath escaping him a moment before the inevitable happened. He moaned. As Fyr began to masturbate him with twice the passion and bringing with it twice the pleasure, Ropes moaned and grunted uncontrollably, and surrendered himself to his lover's less than tender touches.

The puma writhed and gasped as he rolled over onto his back less than a minute later, Fyr rolling too until she was straddling him, her wings holding the bedding up and over them like the roof of a tent. With the bedding locking inside the scents and sounds of their shared pleasure, she moaned in excitement, and Ropes cried out in ever building ecstasy right back at her. The dragon sat upon her lover's knees, locking him in place, and though she was almost blind in the near complete darkness her hands worked with an instinctive agility. She hurriedly massaged the length of the feline's cock, moaning as her fingertips felt the rubbery barbs upon its head rising to prominence the more desperately aroused Ropes became. With the same pace and degree of force meanwhile two of her fingers plunged in and out of the puma's pussy, and the thumb of that hand ground firm yet intimate circles upon Ropes' swollen clit.

"Fyr! A-aahhh! Fuck!"

She adored hearing her lover like this. Driving him to these extremes via the miracle of dual stimulation. It was destiny... it was meant to be that she'd found him, and he'd found her. Two herms. Two bodies so eager, so hungry for pleasure beyond the norms of society. Hell, even by herm standards the two of them were wild to the extremes when it came to their capacity for pleasure.

"Cum for me, Ropes."

The dragoness called out over the puma's own frantic cries, already feeling his pre-cum drooling down the fingers wrapped around his cock, and able to hear every slick, slurping entry and exit of her fingers from his wet, needy pussy. He roared in reply, and as his demonic eyes blazed with pale light, it allowed Fyr to see what she was stimulating. To set eyes upon the other herm's thick cock drooling and spurting fountains of pre up into the air, and the glistening fur of his thighs either side of her equally damp, dripping wet hand as it worked his pussy feverishly with every penetrating thrust. Fyr moaned at the sight before her. She wailed in glee, and half urged, half begged her partner to grant her that most potent privilege once more.

"Cum for me. Please. Please, cum for me... n-now!"

She flung herself forward, and as a third digit joined the first two in spreading Ropes' pussy wider and pressing deeper, harder into his feminine depths, the dragoness' panting, moaning muzzle wrapped itself around the length of her lover's cock in place of her hand. She suckled. She felt him quivering, throbbing against her tongue. She licked and teased her tongue's rough surface over the nubs of his barbed member, and tasted his pre-cum with a muffled, deep gurgling of her own ecstasy. She finger fucked her lover as fast as she could as his moans and grunts turned to ever more violent roars, and as his trembling hands wrapped around her head, holding it in place as his hips bucked up from the bedding below, the now free fingers of the hand that had been wrapped around Ropes' cock descended between her own legs.

Fyr grasped at her own thick, black fleshed cock, and squeezed her knot as the first bellowing cry of ecstasy escaped her lover. She bucked, she humped at her own touch as she felt his hot cum begin to pour itself down her throat, and the surge of his feminine ejaculate soaking her other hand. And with her eyes closed, her senses totally focused on soaking in every breathless roar and wild, frantic twitch, quiver and convulsion of Ropes' suddenly multi-orgasmic body, Fyr worked herself towards the brink of her own orgasm. She didn't rush it though, didn't force herself to try and cum alongside her lover. After all, the day had barely begun, and there were so many more deliciously lewd and intimate ways for her to spill her own load just waiting to be explored.

7:49am

Fyr's clawed fingertips dragged down the shower's tiled rear wall, and a protracted moan escaped her lips as Ropes' rough feline tongue delved into her pussy. The dragon stood with her legs spread so wide that her toes touched both sides of the shower cubicle, her tail draped over the puma's shoulder as he gripped her thighs and feasted loudly, hungrily upon her soaking wet depths. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, every breath ragged and every twitch of her pleasure-stricken form accompanied by a thick spurt of pre-cum from her cock, the length throbbing wildly as she stared down at it over her heaving breasts. It was untouched by either hers or Ropes' hands, and though the puma could easily have summoned up his demonic tentacles to tend to his lover's more masculine regions, he neglected to do so entirely. Instead his tongue drove Fyr towards not her first, not her second, not even her third orgasm since they'd slipped into the shower together some twenty minutes prior, while leaving her cock in helpless limbo, desperately aroused but still a hair's breadth away from the stimulation required to let it join her pussy in its feverish and deliciously regular bouts of release.

"A-aah... again..."

Her wings and tail thrashed, splashing the shower's glass walls with the glistening sheen of water that had been clinging to those smooth scales as she tensed up and wailed in helpless lust.

"I'm... oh god, ohh fuck... I'm cumming, a-again. Yes. Oh fuck. Fuck!"

Yet more scratch-marks appeared in the strong ceramic tiles as Fyr howled in euphoric bliss, yet at the same time stared in horror at her cock as it throbbed and ached and drooled, yet failed to achieve the release that would have propelled this already incredible sensation to whole new heights. The worst thing was, there was absolutely nothing stopping Fyr from reaching down and masturbating herself. Nothing keeping her from asking Ropes to let one of his hands drift up from her thigh and give a single squeeze, maybe two at most to her swollen ebony knot, granting her the dual relief she so feverishly desired and urgently required.

For any other couple, the fourth orgasm might have been enough to call things quits. Or, even if they were going to extremes beyond that, a plea for more might have been required at the very least. Not with Fyr and Ropes though. The puma's clawed fingertips dug into his lover's scaled thighs, and with a wet, sloppy gurgle as his muzzle pressed against her still gushing pussy, he held her tight enough to make one thing clear. He wasn't done yet. He wasn't done, and wasn't going to be done until Fyr gave in. Until either she relented and drove herself to release with her own hands, or until her body could take it no more, and was forced over the brink without a single touch to its masculine regions.

"I... a-ahh... I won't give in. Oh god. I w-won't. I'm nnhh... not gonna... ah... do it. Not gonna..."

Fyr whimpered as the cycle began all over again. Ropes' tongue delving deep, teasing her g-spot, slurping at the juices as they poured forth before darting back and flicking like a whip at her swollen, aching clit. His hands massaging her thighs. Squeezing, teasing, doing everything they could be doing to her cock, only not. His gurgling, growling laughter erupting against her pussy with every frustrated, desperate shriek and screech the dragoness let loose, knowing just how wild he was driving her, and delighting in every second of it. The more he mocked and teased her though, the more potent the pleasure he delivered alongside it. And the more Fyr craved it, longed for it, no matter the cost. She would do anything... let Ropes say or do anything to her. Anything, short of giving her lover the satisfaction of masturbating herself to climax.

And that remained true. For orgasm after orgasm Fyr hung on while begging her body to let go... humping at thin air, watching her cock flail and twitch and drool such volumes of pre-cum it might as well have been cumming in its own right, yet somehow wasn't!

It continued, right up until the moment when Ropes gave her a chance. An opportunity, at long last, for release. For relief.

8:31am

"A-ah... all this pussy juice, you'd think it'd fill me up, but fuck, I'm just hungrier and hungrier with every orgasm. I think it's time for breakfast."

Ropes planted tender yet lustfully teasing kisses upon his lover's rump as he withdrew his sodden muzzle from the space between the dragon herm's ass and her engorged, achingly full balls. He rose to his feet, his own cock rock hard, though not nearly as desperately hard as that belonging to the dragoness, and tenderly embraced Fyr where she was still standing, hunched and clawing at the shower's rear wall in despairing ecstasy and desire. She'd cum so many times, and yet that one orgasm she needed most of all had remained elusive. And now... now Ropes was calling an end to the shower. An end to her chance for his tongue to make her cum in the manner that had thus far remained just out of reach.

But... no. The dragon growled. She roared. She wouldn't let it end like this. She felt Ropes pull away from her, and heard him laughing at what he assumed was a despairing cry of defeat. No doubt he expected to hear her screaming in pleasure at any moment, and to turn to see Fyr painting the shower wall with hot ribbons of cum as she masturbated herself and emptied her balls with defeated but blissful release. Instead however, as he stepped out of the shower door and onto the relatively cool bathroom linoleum beyond, the puma felt something rather different and unexpected.

The dragoness tackled him from behind, and together they tumbled to the floor.

"What the fuck do you think you're... a-aahhh!"

Ropes roared with confusion and shock as he was barrelled over, knocked down to his hands and knees upon the floor with the weight of the dragoness' powerful form collapsing atop him. His cry of frustration however turned to one of stunned ecstasy mere moments later though, and then to an outright howl of pleasure as like a dog scenting a bitch in heat, Fyr hunched down over the herm whose tongue had so deliciously tormented her, and in one swift, instinctive motion slipped her aching cock under the puma's tail, and into the waiting depths of Ropes' own tender, wonderfully sensitive and deliriously tight pussy.

"Cum with me... moan... s-scream, while I breed you, my fertile bitch..."

The dragoness was barely aware of the words that tumbled from her muzzle as she humped at Ropes' clutching depths, barely aware of _anything_but the pleasure as almost instantly she began to cum, to pour her molten seed out deep into the waiting and hungry loins of the puma. She didn't stop there though. Didn't stop when her orgasmic passions were at last spent with that first potent load. Her feminine side had been granted countless bouts of release over the last few hours, and now the herm dragon's masculine aspect wished to even up the count a little. Reaching round beneath the grunting, snarling form of her lover Fyr however did not cruelly deny Ropes what she had been denied. As she began to fuck the puma senseless she wrapped not one but both hands around his swollen cock, and with the smooth scales still damp from the shower let him begin to hump and thrust within them like a second, makeshift pussy.

"Tell me to stop..."

The dragoness grinned as she felt Ropes' body responding in the only way it could to such potent and complete stimulation. It bucked back, it clutched at the cock invading its drooling depths. It began to rise towards orgasms of its own, and the puma's muzzle let loose giddy, mewling cries in frantic abundance as he was fucked by the glistening, trembling and utterly fixated dragon now straddling his form and forcing all this rapturous excess upon him.

"I dare you. I... aahh, I fucking dare you, Ropes. Just you... ohh god, t-tell me to stop..."

But he didn't. Of course he didn't. There was only one phrase, one coherent thought that escaped the puma's muzzle in any form of understandable language as Fyr worked out those most desperate urges, thrust by thrust, orgasm by orgasm. Words that Fyr had screamed herself countless times, and which her lover now borrowed as he clawed and scrabbled senselessly at the bathroom floor.

"Fyr! Oh, oh Fyr. Cumming! Aaah... aaahhhhhh!"

9:58am

Upon the bedside table, where it had rested all night and not yet been disturbed, Fyr's phone rang. Her boss's name flashed up on the screen, and a minute or so after the ringing ceased, a message flashed up across the display.

'Where the f K are you?! You promised you wouldn't keep doing this after I let you off last time with a warning, Fyr. Please call me when you get this message, and I hope you have a good reason why I shouldn't fire you on the spot.'

The dragoness didn't have a good reason why she was missing work, of course. But she didn't need one. Not right then. Not at that moment in time. For right then, she had no concept of time whatsoever. Not a shred of brainpower left over to consider how long she and Ropes had been fooling around, or what else they were meant to be doing that day. Chores. Jobs. Obligations to friends, family or anyone else in the world... none of that mattered. None of that mattered as she straddled her lover upon the living room couch, bouncing herself wildly upon his barbed and straining cock while Ropes in turn rubbed and squeezed her own drooling and flexing erection.

"Fill me..."

Fyr's tail thrashed savagely from left to right, sending the lamp that sat upon the small table beside the couch crashing to the ground, but not stopping, not even taking a moment to consider reining in her exuberant riding of her lover's thick and wonderfully rock hard cock.

"Give me your cum, w-while I... I give you... oh... ohh yes... Ropes..."

With a frantic grunt, Fyr began to paint her lover's chest with streaks of seed from her own throbbing cock. The puma snarled happily as he felt the dragoness' pussy gushing and squeezing in its own orgasmic joy around his member, and released Fyr's throbbing shaft as so that he could reach up and caress the bouncing mounds of her breasts. With the very first squeeze he too let loose, and roared alongside the other herm as he peered up at her beautiful, bountiful chest, and considered what it might look like stained with cum like his own torso now seemed to be.

11:17am

'Hey Ropes, Jeeves here! I'm at the station now. Can't see you around, let me know where you are. Really appreciate you offering to give me a lift back into town. You're a lifesaver!'

On the other side of the bed, Ropes' own phone buzzed and flashed, but went entirely unnoticed even though the bedroom was inhabited once more.

A heavy duty vibrator filled Fyr's pussy, the potent buzzing as the dragoness' own hands thrust it urgently in and out of her almost as loud as her gurgling moans of elation. Her muzzle was unoccupied, but wide open with its tongue lolling out. She watched, wide eyed and whimpering in anticipation, as her lover fucked her breasts. The scaled mounds were glistening with lube, and Ropes' cock flew between them with loud, wet slurps as he pressed Fyr's breasts together to form a makeshift passageway that was oh so smooth, slick, and fuckable. Her muzzle was open for one reason and one reason only. Shameless hunger, the need to catch every drop of the orgasm her breasts were soon to provoke from her lover's straining cock. She could feel the puma's pussy juices drooling down onto her stomach as he humped her, and she could feel her own cock dripping and spurting pre-cum like a fountain once more as her pussy was driven wild by the toy which the puma had stuffed in there before getting to work. It was all so intense. All so overwhelming. And yet, it wasn't enough. As far as Ropes was concerned, nothing could ever be enough. He drove her crazy... and yet the more he satisfied and stimulated her, the more his shameless need for both hers and indeed his own selfish pleasure made her blood boil with ever more frantic desire.

One day... one day, maybe, they'd cease being so wild with one another. One day maybe they'd control their feelings, their urges, or at least find themselves wanting to.

But not today.

Today was just another day in the life of these two herms. Obsessed not with sex, but very specifically obsessed with sex together. Sex to be shared between them, and them alone. The only other person they had ever known who could keep up, who was worthy, who deserved a lover as passionate in their abundance as each of them.

They howled. They roared. They screamed. And while they spoke countless lewd and passionate words to one another, two single words stood at the core of every new act and every new orgasm to crash over them.

12:01pm

"Don't stop, Fyr!"

1:40pm

"Ropes! D-don't stop!"

4:35pm

"Don't stop!"

6:04pm

"Please... o-oh please... don't... don't stop..."

11:20pm

Lying beneath the covers of their bed, lying on their sides and facing one another, the two lovers trembled with breathless fatigue as the last trickles of their shared orgasm dribbled from their cocks to the bedding below, and their fingers, dripping wet, retreated from their achingly over-stimulated pussies.

"We should stop..."

Fyr whimpered almost mournfully, shuddering in relief when Ropes gave a weary nod.

"Yeah. Sleep. S-so... we can get up early tomorrow. Get it out of our system nice and early, so we can... a-ah... get on with our day."

They caught one another's eyes, and smirked, knowing what a lie that was no matter how desperately they tried to believe it.

That could have been it though, for the time being at least. Nothing more needed to be said. They shuffled closer, not caring about the stickiness of the sheets or of one another as they curled up in one another's arms. It would have been so easy to sleep. To rest. To recuperate, just like they knew their bodies so desperately needed after the events of the day. The whole day, with barely a break to be found amidst those hours upon hours of frantic, varied sexual congress.

Except...

"A-ah... Ropes... c'mon..."

Fyr whimpered as she felt her lover's hands encircling her in a warm embrace, but soon sinking lower, and lower, first grasping at her ass, then caressing the soft and tender scales perilously close to where her swollen pussy lay hidden, tucked away behind her well worked and suitably drained balls.

The puma growled, but chuckled softly.

"Sorry. You're right."

He withdrew his hands. But the damage was already done, and before long the feline felt tender lips pecking at his own. He heard a deep, rumbling moan of a growl from his lover, and heard those two sweet words alongside a few more as her hands fell upon his, and began to guide them back to where they had been.

"G-goddammit... don't stop. Just... oh... oh god, just one more. Please."

By Jeeves

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