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Caught Cheating

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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With the windows of the old truck rolled all the way down - manually, of course, as such a decrepit beast of a truck wouldn't have something akin to modern convenience - Fyr let the breeze caress her muzzle as she blasted down the dirt track road. The truck bumped and rattled through potholes and she laughed aloud to herself as clouds of dust heralded her passing. It was a rather backwards route to the little house she and Ropes had together, out in the back country, but still not all that far from the comforts of civilization. In other words, it was the perfect compromise.

Gripping the steering wheel tightly, her claws cut into the old, scuffed leather (really superfluous for such a truck) as she directed it on, the path narrowing. Farmland stretched out as far as the eye could see on either side, long, lush waves of crops undulating softly in the warm breeze. Yes, summer was well and truly on its way and, while not scorching hot as yet, the glow of sunlight on her scales was proving to be very pleasant indeed.

Fyr grinned to herself. She was late, but, when that would have once sent her stomach doing somersaults, she couldn't find it in herself to worry anymore. Life was good! She was off out, coming back from town with a full load of shopping in the truck and a big tub of raspberry ripple ice cream just waiting to be shared with her husband with a movie on the new TV later.

She couldn't have said exactly why she was taking a longer route home, however, when life was clearly so good and she had a husband waiting, no doubt eagerly, for her back at home. Then again, maybe some things simply did not need an explanation. She just enjoyed her life and needed a different way to go; that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Ropes was always saying about not letting things become stagnant with them, constantly searching for something new and different for them, whether it was a new meal or something exciting for the bedroom.

Fyr shivered pleasurably. Yes, that was it. That was exactly it. Sometimes a dragoness had to go just a little bit off the beaten path to find what she was really looking for.

Turning back onto the main road as the dirt track came to an end, she revved the engine, the beast beneath her rumbling to a greater pace. Cattle in the fields neighbouring the road lowed, tails flicking in perfect rhythm to swat away the ever present nuisance of flies. With the hottest season of the year coming, their discomfort would only grow.

She fell into a contented daze as she moseyed her way down the road, knowing its gentle curves like the back of her paw as she sped home past the familiar farmhouse, sparser and sparser as she went. Land was plentiful and they had scored an admittedly ramshackle little house and, only recently, a barn that could house horses and other animals - whatever they wanted to make their farm complete.

With daydreams taking over her mind, it was no time at all before the happy dragoness found herself pulling into their wide driveway and parking up close to the front door. The front garden was still a mess after digging up the plant beds and she made a mental note to tackle that over the weekend. There was no rest for the wicked, but, sometimes, that was exactly how she liked it.

Where was the fun in being idle anyway?

She unloaded the shopping, scooting the bag handles along her arms until she carried three on each, and staggered to the front door. The key was a fumble and she dropped it twice, grumbling with a good-natured swish of her long tail, the tip curling.

"Ropes!" She called out as she entered, barging the door open with her shoulder. "I'm back!"

She grimaced at the weight of the plastic handles cutting into her arms and wrists, sliding irrevocably down her arms.

"Sorry I took so long, dear," she went on, fighting to adjust her load and failing as she slouched against the wall. "Can you give me a hand with these? I ended up with more than I expected."

He must have been taking a cat nap. Fyr frowned, tilting her head to catch any note of sound - anything at all - from someone inside the house. Just where the heck was that cougar? No answer was forthcoming even as she waited patiently and she threw her weight back against the front door with a little more force than was strictly necessary, slamming it shut with a loud bang. Fyr smirked. There! Let the darn cat sleep through that!

Yet still the cougar did not appear even as she growled to herself and called for him twice more, voice rising in volume each time. She clicked her teeth together and shook her head, eventually giving up and stumbling slowly down the hallway to the kitchen, bypassing the sitting room even as her shoulders ached, arms protesting.

He must not have heard me, she tried to reason with herself, a muscle jumping anxiously in the corner of her jaw. Darn it, has he borrowed those headphones again? He can't hear a thing with those on!

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It probably wasn't the headphones, but putting Ropes' silence down to an external factor soothed a little of the boiling anger in her stomach down to a slow simmer. She couldn't blame him. After all, she could have left the shopping by the front door and ferried it down one bag at a time, or even two bags at a time. That would have been better. As it was, she revelled in her struggle, hauling the bags up onto the kitchen counter for her unpacking attention. Although her arms burned and sweat dampened the scales behind her frill, she huffed and puffed her way through the exhilaration of moving such a load on her own.

If only Ropes had been there to smile and praise her. She bit her lip. There was nothing quite like that for her.

Unpacking the last bag in the cool comfort of the kitchen, Fyr huffed and put her paws on her hips. Ropes really should have appeared already, it was getting silly. She shook her head. Hadn't he even wondered why she'd been out for so long - longer than she'd said she would be?

Pacing to the bottom of the stairs, her back to the front door where he should have met her, Fyr listened carefully. Was the cougar even home?

Something banged upstairs, a mutter eking its way down the stairs. She tilted her head to the side, forehead furrowing.

What on earth?

"Ropes?" Fyr called up, one hand on the banisters. "What's going on up there?"

Something thumped and she swore she heard someone giggle. The hackles rose on the back of her neck, scales prickling. The sounds above her stilled, an eerie quiet settling over the house.

Ropes didn't giggle.

But then who did?

Her heart sank into her stomach, drumming a sickening beat against her intestines. She'd never thought he'd been one to...well...do that. She wiped the back of her paw across her muzzle, eyes narrowing. Even the tip of Fyr's tail was still, refusing to twitch back and forth as her agitation swelled to a fluttering, nauseating crescendo.

Or was he? She shook herself. She didn't even know what was happening or who was upstairs yet and she was already accusing her husband - albeit in the privacy of her own mind - of the worst crime of passion of all. It could just be Helena up there, for all she knew!

Well, there was only one way to find out what was going on and she'd have to draw on every scrap of boldness in her body to move her feet, one after the other.

But the noises as she walked up the stairs slowly took shape in ever increasing increments, painting a picture that she could not ignore. The thump of the headboard of the bed on the wall was unmistakeable. So was the muffled moan as another fur - female, from the sound of it - turned their muzzle into the pillow. She heard her husband chuckle and steeled herself, paw on the doorknob for what seemed like far too long. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, breasts rising as she inhaled for what seemed like forever, unable to stave off the inevitable.

She had to go in. There was no other way. Yet she'd never have wanted to walk in on the scene that greeted her.

Fyr didn't know the white dragoness on her bed, her legs hitched up around a partner that, somehow, was not her husband, but she knew far too much about her in the first second after entering the room. She was loud - that was one thing to start off with. Her claws were a funny red-orange shade that looked as if she'd painted them, but she knew at the back of her mind that they were completely natural. An aquamarine, tangled mess of hair stuck to the sweaty scales of her neck and she panted open-mouthed, tail thumping into the bed as it slunk less than sneakily around her partner's waist. Vibrant, blue scales ran down her front over her heavy, full breasts as she let her head loll back, moaning as another dragon pushed a large, strap-on dildo into her pussy.

Fyr clenched her jaw. Now that dragoness she knew: Chemical. Crouched on the bed with her back to the foot of it, the dragoness cackled wickedly as she took the submissive female, slamming a pink dildo, which had been moulded into the shape of a dragon's shaft, into her cunt with swiftly increasing force. The white dragoness didn't seem to mind in the slightest, letting her hips be hitched up further as she balanced on her tail, the thick limb curling beneath her buttocks for some sense of stability. The black creature with vivid, green stripes cutting through her scales had always had a thing for her husband. She'd just never thought that the demon cougar had ever acted on it.

Now, perhaps she doubted the limits of Ropes' loyalty. Yet there was still one deciding factor as tantalising lust sent its first tendrils into her loins, stirring up an inner fire that burned far more deeply than anger.

At the foot of the bed - her bed - Ropes sat on a wooden chair, the one she used at her dressing table, with his knees pointed out, a phone clasped in one paw to record every erotic note of the scene. He didn't wear anything besides his fur and his tentacles undulated gently as if they too approved of the very personal show they were getting.

It took her a moment - well, several long moments - to take in the full extent of the scene, the room that she'd thought she'd known so well turned on its head in light of the unexpected guests. The bed spread that she'd only just washed the day before rumpled beneath the submissive dragoness' tail, creased beyond all recognition.

And, just like that, Fyr found herself again, snapping back to reality as her paws clenched into fists. Sure, they released again a moment after her claws bit into the palms of her paws, but that was more than enough to remind her of what she was doing and why she was there. The picture of her and Ropes on the bedside table mocked her with its perfection. They had been so happy.

So why was Ropes just sitting there with a smirk on his stupid muzzle watching Chemical fuck another dragoness?

Fyr bristled, showing her teeth in a rare fit of anger. Answers! She damn well deserved answers and quickly too! Just what the hell were they all doing in her bedroom? What was Ropes on letting them in there? And had he even cheated on her? Was he cheating? One thought chased the other, snapping at its fellow's heels with such speed that she could not cling onto any single notion to investigate further.

Swaying as if suddenly taken ill, she placed a paw on the door frame to steady herself, blinking rapidly. But there was no amount of blinking that would clear her vision as that strap-on sunk deeper and deeper into the writhing dragoness.

"What's going on?" She finally said, voice wavering to a higher pitch. "Why are you... Ropes? Ropes, what are you doing? Why are they here?" She hesitated. "What have you done?"

Glancing back briefly, Ropes showed his teeth in a feral grin, holding up the phone a little higher, presumably for a better shot of Chemical ploughing the white dragon. Chemical - Fyr's lips twitched as if she wished to snarl at the cursed dragoness - laughed and threw her head back, the green mane of hair spilling down her back.

"Hi, darling, I didn't realise you'd be home so early," Ropes said, turning his attention back to the scene under his nose. "Why don't you join us? I've got a seat right here for you."

He patted his thigh, though Fyr's eyes dropped to the hard cock jutting up from his crotch like a signpost to a turn that she wanted to take. The dragoness shook her head, mind still reeling.

"I... No. I don't."

She flushed hotly, looking down at her toes as heat crept down her neck.

"Ropes..." Her voice took on a pleading edge. "Let's go. I can't watch this." She paused. "I can't watch you."

"Then join them."

Fyr gaped at him even as the cougar reached out to her, his fingers waggling invitingly. She closed her mouth and shook her head, resolutely curling her fingers around the edge of the door as if it could anchor her exactly where she was. If she just held on to it tightly enough, she didn't have to step forward and enter the scene that her husband was apparently enjoying so much. That was if the trickle of pre-cum oozing down his shaft was any kind of giveaway.

"I can't! Why would you even suggest such a thing?" She snapped when she finally found her voice, though her voice did not convey all that she wanted it to, the derision. "Come away! Send them away!"

The cougar purred, leaving his paw outstretched towards his wife as he kept his attention on Chem.

"This is Marinelle, or Mar for short, if you like. You're gonna be seeing a lot more of her around here." Ropes grinned. "Trust me."

"I do trust you," Fyr muttered. "I'm just not sure if I like it or not."

"You're not running away screaming," Ropes observed, switching the phone from video mode to camera, snapping pictures from various angles. "If you really hated it, you'd be snarling in my face right now. You almost did, but not quite."

Fyr started, eyes wide.

"You saw that?"

"Of course I did. I'm your husband, I know you."

"Clearly I don't know you all that well."

Ropes rolled his eyes at that, huffing and flicking a single tentacle in her direction.

"Just sit and watch, honey, enjoy the show. I am."

As if to add her agreement to Ropes' words, Marinelle - or Mar - moaned loudly, clinging to Chemical as the dragoness' hips sped up. Scales met scales in a lewd slap of dragon-flesh, the dragoness' juices making it perhaps too easy for Chemical to pound her stretched cunny like a rampant male. The dominant dragoness also seemed to be enjoying her fun, digging her claws into Mar's hips as she thrust. Fyr couldn't help but notice that she glanced back at Ropes every few thrusts, making alluring faces and shooting him long looks out of the corner of her eye.

Fyr grimaced. She could never give Ropes looks like that. No, she was more used to being in the very position Mar was in, on her back with her legs spread for a nice, hard cock. She wasn't so sure she would have wanted Chemical to be the one fucking her though, even if the dragoness had a rather nice figure about her. She supposed she couldn't be picky when she was being roped into a situation against her will.

Slowly, she crept to Ropes' side and leaned against him. She flinched as his arm snaked around her waist, his other paw still clasping his phone to capture the scene. Mar clung to Chem's arms as the larger dragoness fucked her, moans louder and louder by the second. Even Fyr had the stomach to smirk a little, narrowing her eyes wantonly at the fucking pair.

"She really does look like she's enjoying herself there, doesn't she?"

She peered at Ropes out of the corner of her eye, expecting him to agree and perhaps even be a little proud of her for taking the first step towards accepting just what was going on in their own bedroom. After all, it wasn't as if Ropes was cheating on her - or, at least, she hadn't caught him cheating on her yet - and it was kind of hot to see two ladies enjoying one another.

Her moment of braveness, however, was not to be seen as the cougar's eyes remained firmly fixed on the pair before him, a low growl rumbling up from his chest as his cock twitched.

"Did you not hear me?" Fyr snapped petulantly, shifting away from him with all the grace of a disgruntled female. "Or are you too busy staring at your phone to pay attention?"

Ropes flicked his eyes up to her, one eyebrow raised, though his attention was not on her for long.

"It would be rude to not pay attention when they're putting on such a lovely show for us," he murmured, a hint of reproach in his tone. "Why don't you watch too? Were you not enjoying it too, my dear?"

Fyr parted her lips and closed her mouth again, shaking her head. She couldn't blame him, not really. There was not much arguing with a horny male and even she was having some trouble focusing while the other dragons grew louder and louder, the sharp smack of Chemical's hips against Mar's scales echoing through the small room that should not have housed four horny furs.

"Why haven't you ever recorded us?" She muttered, leaning into him against her will as his arm tightened around her waist. "I might look good on film too."

Ropes smirked.

"You do, darling, only you just don't notice it, not really."

Fyr baulked, pulling away to give her husband a hard stare.

"What do you mean?" She flinched. "You've recorded me already? What? How? When?"

Ropes laughed, giddy with lust.

"Your 'O' face is particularly enjoyable, my dear, though you do usually find yourself dead to the world while that's going on."

He winked and pulled her in closer, paw slipping between her thighs to press his knuckles up against her pussy lips. Even as she tried to pull away, Fyr moaned and rocked into his touch, cheeks burning. How did he always manage to control her so easily? The cougar did something to her that no one else could. And she didn't want anyone else either.

But she wanted the dragons on the bed. Fyr blushed and bit her lip, her torso tipping forward towards them even as her hind paws remained very firmly rooted in place. It would have been so easy to step up to the bed, stretch out on her side and beg the dragoness to take her next, but she would never have done it. Fyr groaned inwardly. Too prideful by far, she was. Ropes, however... She'd known her husband for too long to not know that he would have loved to see it. Fyr shivered as Mar whimpered, gasping on the edge of climax. Perhaps Ropes would even like to see her wearing the strap-on, taking another dragoness nice and deep.

Reality shimmered, blurring into fantasy, and she was on the bed before she realised that her body had taken charge, her knees hitting the familiar comforter with a gentle jolt. She would have stepped back and laughed at herself, but Ropes was already there, nuzzling up to the back of her neck as he bent her over the bed. Guided by his strong paw, Fyr whimpered as he relieved her of her trousers, making short work of her rather demure panties with his claws.

She hadn't liked that pair all that much anyway.

Rope nibbled her frill, eyes glimmering. The green-striped dragon cast Fyr a look back over her shoulder, shoulders tense. For a moment, Fyr felt a thrill of victory. She was the one that her husband wanted and not her.

The cougar in question licked and kissed the back of her neck, not bothering to remove her shirt as her breasts hung down into the soft fabric, full and heavy.

"Eager one, aren't you..."

Fyr shook her head, but the whine that slipped from her lips told a different tale. Her head fogged over, resolve wavering and not helped in the slightest by his hard cock sliding back and forth against her pussy lips. How had she gotten so wet? The dragoness flushed, heat spreading down her neck as she pushed back against Ropes, the scent of sex and sweat rendering her helpless. He just had to fuck her and everything would be as it should, the need would simmer down and she could enjoy what was going on without, at least, having to think about the fact that she just couldn't take her eyes off Chemical. The lines of muscle rising beneath her scales called her in like a siren's song and she ached to know what they would feel like beneath her questing fingertips.

Everything was just a little bit too confusing to think about. Better to feel and enjoy. That was something that Ropes had taught her.

"You want her to fuck you like that, don't you?" Ropes purred in her ear, his chest pressed to her back. "A nice ridged shaft like that one to stretch you out. You think I don't know about your toy collection, but, oh, I do. I very much do."

A chill ran through the dragoness, but as she opened her mouth to deny it - deny everything! - but the cougar's shaft pushed into her and she forgot everything that she was going to say. His uncut length drove in deep, the head slamming up to her cervix, as deep as he could possibly go. Fyr gasped, her head lolling back. By the heavens... It may have only been a day or so since he'd last fucked her, but every time felt like the first all over again, only much, much better.

Mar locked eyes with Fyr, the white dragoness moaning like a wanton slut as her partner finally thrust her over the edge into a climax that rippled sensually through her body. Fyr couldn't have said if she'd experienced anything quite like what Mar was at that very moment. Every muscle in her body seemed to loosen as the dragoness fell back against the bed, shoulders hitting the mattress with a soft thump. Fyr would have rushed to her side, shaking her back to consciousness, if she had not been a little too preoccupied with her husband. Ropes ground deeply into his wife, the phone temporarily forgotten, as Mar blacked out, body saying what her mind clearly could not comprehend. Her muscles jumped and twitched with deep-seated ecstasy and Chemical growled, satisfied with her own sexual prowess.

There were not many, after all, that could really fuck a female into sweet, trembling, unconscious bliss.

And then Ropes was moving, his cock sliding slickly in and out of her wet sex - too eager - although his attention clearly was not on Fyr. But she could not have said that her attention was entirely on her partner either as she watched Chemical purr, tipping her head back as her hips gyrated.

For a moment, Fyr allowed herself to imagine that it was her that Chem was fucking with the strap-on, that massive girth shoving itself deeper and deeper, claiming her. Fyr groaned and shuddered, slamming her hips back to Ropes with a ferocity that startled a grunt from the cougar. What would it be like to have a female cover her too? Would it be as good as having her husband fuck her?

Would it be better?

The thought could wait. Fyr hissed and rocked her hips in time with Ropes, begging him with her body alone to fuck her harder and deeper. Words were not needed between them when one knew the other so well and the cougar snarled like a feral, using his claws to remove her blouse and bra in one swipe and claiming her in all her naked glory. Mar swam back to consciousness as Chemical continued to hump and gyrate, cheeks and neck flushed as she clearly climbed towards a climax of her own. Only the grand finale itself, however, would tell whether it was as explosive as Mar's or something that needed a second round to truly perfect itself.

Whining, the white dragoness clung to Chemical, moaning for more in a sexy whisper that curled about the others. It was all they could all do not to jump to her whims, although Ropes certainly tried, letting his torso fall completely over his wife, chest pressed to her bared back. Fyr groaned wantonly and arched back, letting him slam into her as he pleased, tail winding back around his waist. Mar whined and mumbled, eyes feverish as she gripped the dragoness' wrists almost as if she was fearful that she would pull away and stop fucking her. Fyr was sure she'd feel the same way if she had such a large, beautiful cock buried in her too. Not that her husband was inadequate by any means, but there was something about the faux shaft that set her scales tingling in a very special way.

"Easy there now, sweet thing," Chemical breathed, her eyes alight. "Gotta get me there too, then I'll take you again and again until you can't walk straight tomorrow morning."

She cast Fyr and Ropes a cheeky look, a wink completing the picture of less than innocence.

"I'm sure our lovely hosts won't mind taking us in for the night, but you'll have to give up a little something for them too."

Mar mumbled something about not being able to walk straight already, but her words were swept away as Chemical dragged her in closer, grinding into her with a series of short, sharp thrusts. She quivered and melted into the bed even if Chem did not, caught up in her own abject pleasure, lips parting and head lolling sensually back as if she could not bear its weight in all the ecstasy she faced. Rolling and bucking her hips as if she'd been fucking Mar for years - she may well have been - the goddess of sex ground her clit into the other side of the toy, pushing in deep as sweat gleamed on her scales.

From her position on all fours, Fyr could not help but stare at where Chemical's and Mar's bodies joined together, that silicone rod giving them more than soft kisses and whispers ever would have between lovers. She panted open-mouthed. No, true love, raw love, required sweat and hard bucks of one's hips, a cock grinding deep as jaws came together in a kiss that was both passionate and inherently dangerous. And she saw that in how Chemical's muscles tensed, pulling in the power she needed to use her glutes and drive herself to orgasm as her partner writhed.

"Does this make the fact that I already fucked her any better?" Ropes whispered in her ear with a characteristic smirk, tail lashing. "I had to get her nice and riled up to take that slutty dragoness, after all. You just can't go into fun without being in the right mood for it now, can you?"

Fyr gasped and would have whipped her head around to face him, to confront him even if he did have his shaft pounding her, if he had not grabbed her head and forced her to face forward. Her vision rocked dizzyingly, yet something flared up within her that was not fury of any kind. Every sensation became heightened, from the soft scrap of the bed sheets beneath her paws and knees to the heated drive of her husband's cock as he bred her as a husband should.

"What?" She managed to force out between his brutal thrusts, the cougar growling deep in the back of his throat. "Why? Why did you do that? You cheated on me?" She wanted to be angrier than her words sounded, weak and unconvincing as something erotic tightened in her loins. "Why did you have to go do that when I'm right here for you? I'm always here for you!"

She felt rather than saw Ropes shrug as Chemical moaned and ground in deeper, Mar squirming on the shaft.

"Because I wanted her. And she wanted me to. And you'll want it too, I know it." Ropes grunted, hips suddenly speeding up into a lewd slap of flesh on flesh. "Hell, you already do. You want her to fuck you and you don't even really care that I did either? I bet all you want is to watch next time, hm?"

Fyr would have replied if he had not stolen all the breath from her lungs. Her orgasm crested the peak and she knew no more of frustration, Ropes yowling as he drove into her, eager to join her in ecstasy. The dragoness' body rocked and twisted, completely and utterly beyond her control, as she howled out her pleasure, eyes fixed on the lewd stretch of Mar's pussy around that shaft - all she wanted inside her and more. As her cunt clenched and rippled around his length, Ropes was all too swift to join her in orgasm, snarling with surprising ferocity as he drove in one final time and stayed there, buried deep, shuddering as his cock spurted rope after rope of virile seed.

Chemical was the last of them to climax, huffing and grunting as she held Mar down with a paw on her shoulder. The dragoness would not have pulled away, regardless, and locked Chemical with a demanding glare, begging for her climax in low, sultry tones. Her return to herself after the bliss of orgasm had clearly given her a second wind as Chemical shuddered and drove in with a loud gasp, moans taking over her muzzle as orgasm ravaged her body. Fyr watched, transfixed, as he breasts heaved, the stripes making it difficult to fix her stare on any one point of her body. Rather, she was forced to take in the entirety of the dragoness' beauty as she rocked her way through an astoundingly stunning climax, juices drooling from her plump pussy lips.

As they came down from their respective highs, Chemical puffed a cloud of pale smoke and pulled the strap-on from Mar's cunt. She grunted with the strain, squeezing one of Mar's breasts until the dragoness apparently let up and let her pull away, though the glimmer in her eye told a tale that she would be having her partner in 'crime' for another round later.

"Do you have to grip it so hard?" She mocked teasingly, wagging her finger at the grinning white dragon. "I've got to use this again, you know. You can't have my cock all the time."

Before Fyr could take stock of what was happening, she was on her back with her husband moving over her, her cunt unpleasantly devoid of his still hard shaft. Suddenly understanding what was about to happen, she squealed helplessly and kicked out in a futile show, though she could not have denied the simmering lust rising to claim every inch of her body with a deep burning fire.

And Ropes knew it too.

"Quiet now," Ropes murmured, his tentacles holding her arms securely above her head even as Fyr jerked and whimpered. "I know you want this. Do you think I didn't see how you looked at her?"

He dragged in a breath with a shudder, chest heaving.

"You wanted that to be you on the bed, fucked so hard you couldn't do anything about it. I can give that to you too, dear, but not quite like this."

Ropes smirked, a little of his cockiness returning in the tilt of his head as he used his other two tentacles to caress and massage her breasts, pulling them up from her torso. The dragoness beneath him groaned and panted, temporarily distracted as Chemical slipped between her legs. Purring, Ropes stroked her muzzle, letting her turn her cheek into his paw as she closed her eyes. The tip of the strap-on cock brushed her pussy lips as the bed bowed beneath another's weight.

Fyr trembled. That fake cock was still damp with Mar's juices, the dragoness nuzzling up to Ropes with a cute little mewl that Fyr could not have matched. As Chemical grasped Fyr's thighs and spread them wide for her, the dominant dragoness blew her a sultry kiss, tongue fluttering out a little from between her lips.

"You're really going to enjoy this, honey."

Fyr gulped and shook her head, but there was no turning back as Chem bore her hips forward, driving that cock into Fyr's soaked snatch with little to no regard for her comfort. Fyr hissed through her teeth and struggled to buck up into the larger dragon's thrusts, wings flaring out as her head lolled back.

Heavens above... Fyr's vision dipped and swayed, barely aware of just how Chemical was thrusting as each drive brought a fresh wave of sensation, pulling against her clit as it drew back and hitting every sweet spot in her cunt that she hadn't known she still had. She moaned loudly, unable to contain herself when faced with such pleasure, Ropes' tentacles reminding her of his presence as they squeezed around her breasts, the tips caressing her nipples with an almost teasingly light touch. When she looked up, Mar had her lips stretched around her husband's uncut shaft, bobbing and slurping like a slut working the streets. Ropes purred and winked to her, one paw on the dragoness' head to encourage her down - not that Mar needed any encouragement.

"Couldn't resist," he said cheekily, tail flicking. "You look too hot there, Fyr, you really do."

He growled and pushed his shoulder blades back, hips jutting forward to cram another inch of his cock down Mar's throat. Her nose pressed to his furry crotch and the cougar gasped, ears tipping back as he scooted his knees further apart for a better angle, his only concern with his own pleasure. The dragoness moaned around his hefty girth, her mouth stuffed full.

"Maybe we can both take you at the same time?" He huffed, though the question wasn't really a question. "Get you to ride that nice, thick shaft like I know you really want to and then slip my cock up under your tail."

Fyr should have flinched from the mention of anal, but it only sent her mind spinning into fresh waves of pleasure. Chemical's claws pricked past her scales as the dragoness panted and sped up, torso tipping over Fyr's body as the bed creaked beneath them. The curtain over the window fluttered in the breeze, cool air cooling the sweat from their bodies.

Rolling his shoulders back, Ropes grunted and fucked Mar's muzzle with ruthless abandon, though the glaze over the dragoness' eyes was one of pleasure and not distaste. She held herself perfectly still, allowing him to use her, though the lift of her tail suggested that she'd rather his cock was buried somewhere else. Fyr would have wondered if her husband had fucked her before if she had not been too busy getting fucked by someone else while he watched and watching her husband get some pretty spectacular head too.

Licking her lips, she trembled and moaned, twisting her arms in the hold of his tentacles. As fun as it was to watch, it was good to be watched too, and it was good to be taken... Her head spun, the thought slipping from her grasp as quickly as it had appeared.

There was little time to think while her pleasure was rising. And she had all night to understand what she'd uncovered with her husband, Chemical and her new friend, Mar. A long night of pleasure, heated moans, bare scales and, above all, discovery.

Fyr whimpered and rolled her head back and forth, climbing swiftly to her second, but not, by far, her last, orgasm of the night. Ropes yowled and jammed his cock down Mar's throat, hips juddering up to her snout as he spent his load straight down her throat, forcing her to swallow even as her eyes bulged and her tail pressed up between her own thighs, begging for more. The crimson dragoness clenched her teeth, but could not quite keep the smile from pulling at her lips, lust winning over her better sensibilities.

She couldn't wait to find out exactly what the night had in store.

Because she was sure she was going to enjoy every moment of it and more.