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Cheating with His Brother

Chapter Three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Ropes gasped as Kao rammed into her, tail trapped between her buttocks and the wall as the picture frame rattled and jumped beside her head. In the living room, the television set blared, playing some sports match that Kao was supposed to have been interested in, but the lure of Ropes' buttocks, shapely through her fitted jeans, had drawn him away from what should have been the game of the decade.

She was sure the game with her was far more interesting anyway. A far more pleasurable kind of game where both of them were lucky enough to be active participants.

Although the hallway light was switched off, she knew just where the drake was, pressed up against her as he scrabbled for purchase on the carpet that suddenly seemed insubstantial for the base they were using it for. He clutched her in his arms as if she was going to wriggle away, though the cougar was genial enough to help him out just a little by wrapping her tentacles around him, using his bulk and body to support herself, one leg off the ground so that he could slam his cock home where it belonged.

Kao grunted and shuddered, wings flapping as he struggled to put the full weight of his body behind his thrusts, forced to be slower and more careful than he usually would have been. Claws digging into Ropes' hip and arm, the drake rumbled a groan that seemed to grind its way up from the very flaming core of his sexual being.

Shooting a look over his shoulder to where the living room door was cracked open, a sliver of artificial light spilling through, and curled a tentacle around his neck, the tip prodding his cheek and muzzle around, back to her. The drake pleaded with wide eyes, tail thumping the wall as it swung around, cock still throbbing and pulsing inside her. There was no way he could have held back his rising need and yet she still asked him to try.

"Quiet," she growled, urgency colouring her tone, a low rasp. "He'll hear us."

It would cut their fun short otherwise.

Kao groaned, pressing his muzzle into her neck, the cougar's back pinned to the wall. She squeezed that one leg she had raised around his waist, pushing up onto the toes of her opposite hind paw, allowing him to slide just another inch into her. The cougar panted harshly with her mouth open, head lolling back and tentacles twisting sinuously into one another as he moved, fucking her slowly, passionately, deeply.

Different strokes for different liaisons. It would have been boring if everything was all the same with her newfound lover, but she had to keep things under wraps ifs he wanted to spend more time with him, seeing just how far they could push their respective limits. Kao swallowed a snarl and shuddered, shoulders hunched, as he tried to pick up his pace, hardly aware of the cheers and shouts coming from the television as Fyr cracked open another beer with a sharp snap of the ring.

It was a wonder he didn't consider where the two of them had gone. Kao was taking an awful long time getting another round of drinks for the cooler, after all, and Ropes, well, she was spending a terribly long time upstairs in the bathroom. Okay, that one could probably be explained away by Fyr's belief that she spent hours preening in the mirror (it wasn't hours) but still... She would have thought he'd think of her and not be so wrapped up in himself.

Maybe that was why Kao held such allure for her. His eyes were always on her, even when he was pretending to be paying attention to something else entirely. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she played the part of a good wife, bringing them snacks and beer and even plopping down on the sofa herself to watch a game or two in their company. It was nice to see Fyr so relaxed; he had been working very long hours lately, but it only left her more time alone with Kao, even if they were rushed and hasty. Only, sometimes, those stolen kisses and quick fucks before he got home were not enough for either of them.

It was the first time they'd fucked while Fyr was in the house with them, just after she'd finished up with her guise of being the perfect, sweet wife, waiting on her husband and rubbing his shoulders. Fyr's moans had not been sexual as she dug her fingers into sore muscles, but her eyes had been locked with Kao's the entire time. And, in that moment, they had known exactly what they needed to do.

Jeans stretched between her knees - thank god for stretch denim - Ropes teetered and stifled her own moan, grazing her clit with a tentacle. For, despite the need for their secrecy, she had needs too to fulfil and, oh, how she intended to eke out every last drop of pleasure she could.

Her pussy clenched and rippled deliciously around her lover's cock and Kao tucked his chin down to his chest, head twisted away as he strove to hold himself back, hips working and thrusting of their own accord. It was a good thing that his body remembered the motions as he held his mind in check, torn between fucking her as if it was the last time they'd ever get to feel one another in such an intimate way and wanting to be quiet so that they could get such moments again. It was a terrible conundrum, but biology would, ultimately, win out.

Kao hissed out a breath, nuzzling Ropes' cheek as he hammered into her, need demanding he picked up the pace. After all, the longer he stayed there, the more chance there was that they would be caught. But Ropes was hardly one to complain about a little bit of rougher treatment, grinding her tentacle over her throbbing clit until she had to clench her jaws together with painful force, teetering on the very brink of orgasm.

It was his cock that thrust her over the edge, however, that beautiful, dark shaft that she doted on to lewd imaginings. It was in her thoughts when she was at work, the cougar wet between the thighs, and she jammed her tentacles into her cunt at night when Fyr slumbered beside her, imagining that Kao was right there beside her, fucking her as she needed and deserved to be fucked. Oh, one feeding was not enough and a hasty liaison was not enough to satisfy her, yet still good enough to leave her craving more in a good way. The very best kind of way, in fact.

It was all Ropes could do not to yowl as she climaxed, rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder in a raw effort to keep herself contained. A grunt and a moan still escaped her lips, however, luckily at the point of a particularly loud cheer from the television and a shout from Fyr. She could almost imagine the drake leaping up and punching the air, looking about for his brother - but Kao wasn't there. Kao was getting fucked by his own wife, buried balls-deep in a cougar that wasn't going to let him go until she milked him for every last drop of cream he had to give her.

As her pussy twitched and squeezed around him, the drake whimpered - a sound that she had never heard him make before that very moment - and ejaculated, filling her with a hefty load. It splashed hotly into her cunt and Ropes bit her lip until it bled, holding down her moans with every ounce of willpower she possessed as the stud dragon juddered up against her with lustful little gasps that betrayed the depth and power of his orgasm even if he could not vocalise it.

Ropes smirked, breathlessly. A demon always knew.

They re-dressed themselves hurriedly, though that didn't stop Ropes from dragging her tentacles sensually along his thighs as he yanked up his jeans, stuffing his cock back into his boxer briefs without any sense of decency. Fyr scuffed her hind paws over the small mess on the carpet, smudging it in to be cleaned at a later date, as hasty and shameful as it was to cover up. One thing that would get Fyr running would be the smell of bleach, wondering what on earth she was, yet again, trying to cover up. Ropes grimaced, whiskers quivering. Though the messes she made were usually hardly of the sexual nature.

When she rejoined the drakes in the living room, a drink in each paw, she handed one to her husband and secret lover respectively, Fyr's fingers brushing hers as she passed it over. The drake hardly seemed to notice until she plopped herself back down beside him with a barely concealed sigh, tail twitching. It was hard not to see the difference between him and Kao sometimes. Hell - the blue drake's eyes never left her body while Fyr was otherwise distracted.

And when Fyr's attention did return to her, it was for all the wrong reasons.

"Kao? I thought you were getting drinks?" Fyr's eyes flicked from his brother to his wife, one eyebrow raised. "How come Ropes ended up coming back with them?"

Coughing into his paw, Kao half-shrugged, fumbling and grasping and utterly flailing for words.

"Eh, guess I forgot..."

Damn it!

"It's a good thing I didn't then."

Ropes interjected smoothly, pressing a cold beer into Fyr's paw

"Thanks, darling."

She blew him a kiss, topping it off with a saucy wink.

"My pleasure, sweetheart."

The wiggle of her hips was for Kao's benefit and not his, but Fyr purred his appreciated softly either way. His attention, drawn to her shapely hips, was short-lived, however, darting back to the game where his basketball team was, once again, losing. He scoffed at the screen and made a rude gesture at the screen - shockingly out of character for him - head falling back against the sofa cushion.

"Jeez, they don't get any better..."

Ropes blinked.

"I thought you liked watching them play, whether they won or lost?"

The dragon huffed and shook his head, tail swinging anxiously.

"Steelhawks are getting more entertaining..." He grumbled. "No fun to see them get their tails handed to them time after time after time."

Ropes couldn't help herself. She leaned over, resting her paw on his forearm as the drake fretted. He twitched from her as if he'd been burned.

"Just always the same thing..."

There was no pulling him back from a grumble like that and Ropes rolled her eyes as she sat back, letting him take another swig of his beer; maybe it would sweeten him some. Her phone chirped and she automatically picked it up, a familiar name popping up on the screen. Tail flicking around to graze her husband's calf, she smiled as she tapped the message open.

I bet you're still wet...

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As she read, a second message popped up, a low purr rising up from the back of her throat.

And dripping my cum.

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Ropes swallowed and squeezed her thighs together, her panties sodden. He was right, the drake smirking as he cockily set his phone aside, gaze grazing hers with burning ferocity, lingering sexual tension sparking between them. But her fingers were already moving on the touch screen, typing her response - the only kind of response she could have possibly given.

Round two?

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The drake reached for his phone casually and Ropes bit her lip, waiting with bated breath for her lover to read it.

But Kao's lips had barely curved up into a smile before Fyr was on his paws and cursing under his breath, flighty and anxious and completely spoiling the mood!

"Honestly, just ridiculous," he muttered, though glanced at them both expectantly as if wanting a reaction, his voice low but expectations high. "What do you think? Should we just get out of here and call it quits for the night?"

Kao and Ropes didn't dare look at one another, but their response, if they were to give one, would have been glaringly obvious. It was all the cougar could to do stop herself from dragging entirely the wrong drake (if one was a traditionalist in their thinking), off for that, indeed, second round. She clenched her jaw, black lips pressed together into a thin, tight line. Like hell she wanted to be off somewhere else when she could be tucked away in the bedroom or the kitchen or, damn it, the hallway again with the drake she really wanted to spend time with.

The blue dragon licked his lips, the sound oddly loud, wet and smacking, in the sudden quiet of the living room. No one seemed willing to speak first, awkwardness stretching out into a full minute. And it was worse with every second that passed, the clock on the wall ticking away as if to remind them, in explicit detail, that nobody was answering the question that really shouldn't have been all that difficult to answer. Ropes closed her eyes. Why couldn't they just catch a break?

Fyr hovered, seemingly oblivious to the crackling tension between the two of them, need so thick that it could have, potentially, solidified in the air and announced itself to the little group at large.

"Let's go out tonight," he said suddenly - repeating the statement as if the thought had only just struck him, an oddity in itself. "I want to do something. We never do anything here - you know we don't. We're always just sitting around here watching the game or eating. Why don't we do something different?"

Ropes grimaced, jaw relaxing, although not by much. Kao visibly took a step back, pushing his weight back on his heels as he took some distance for himself. It was all she could do to force her tentacles to be still and quiet, for even Fyr would surely remember just how they liked to twist and snake around in their excitement when their owner had something special on her mind. He was such a distraction. A pleasant one and yet one that was coming to her at all the wrong times.

"Is that such a bad thing?" She shook her head, paws twisting before her stomach as she grudgingly forced the words from her lips. "It's not like we don't enjoy it."

And it would ruin her plans to have him drag them out somewhere or, hell, just drag_her_ out, for that matter. Ropes hid her discomfort, scratching her muzzle. That would screw up everything she wanted to do with the better brother - to hell with anything else!

Fyr, to his credit, shrugged and lifted his paws in a "what can I do?" gesture, eyes wide and imploring. She would not have claimed that her heart didn't soften a little bit to him. That particular, special, sweet look was one of the reasons that she'd fallen in love with him in the first place.

"I just want to spend some time with you, it's just..." He cleared his throat, fingers slipping round to the back of his neck. "It's been a while, you know?"

Oh, she knew, although perhaps not quite in the way that he meant himself. Ropes took a deep breath, her demonic self rising to the surface - or just a hair's breadth below. With any other male or any other husband, that line could have been an open invitation to the bedroom, but, with him, she knew better. Sadly better. The cougar's whiskers drooped. It was why she'd had to find pleasure in the arms of another, although the rough mating of their younger days, seeming all too long ago,

But_why_ would he want to change things up? Ropes swallowed and stroked her whiskers, smoothing them down against the line of her muzzle. Why then, of all times, for him to realise that he wanted something more from her, a sense of companionship, maybe?

Maybe he knew. She licked her lips, mouth dry. That would really put a damper on things. Unless he was one who liked to watch, but he'd certainly never shown any inclination to that before

But the dragon was waiting on her for an answer while Kao did his best to blend into the background, wings tucked in as close to his back as possible. He strategically kept the kitchen counter between his body and Fyr at all times, though his concealment and secrecy only made Ropes' fingers twitch towards him, aching to grope what she knew she'd find there.

"Uhhh..." She said, buying herself time as she chuckled sheepishly, putting on the best show she could of being caught sincerely off guard. "Well, we can go out, if you like? Just a bit last minute...isn't it?"

Smooth. Not.

"Well, not that last minute if we just do dinner," he said, stroking his jaw thoughtfully. "There's always spots at that little Greek place."

Ropes winced.

"There's a reason there's always tables there, Fyr."

"Then the Mexican we went to for your parent's anniversary dinner last year - we all liked that, didn't we?" He was hardly deterred. "It'll be nice to have a sit down meal, together."

The pause before the last word said it all and Ropes inhaled slowly, if only to hide the sigh that she knew otherwise was coming.

But she had a trump card. Ropes' eyes gleamed. Oh yes, she did!

Stalking up to her husband, she prodded him in the chest and put her muzzle close to his, tentacles rising as if blocking an attack - or even going so far as to go on the offence themselves.

"You are selfish. How could you even suggest a thing like this when he's right there!"

Ropes blinked, lower jaw falling slack.

"W-what?"

The stutter was adorable, in its own special way, but Ropes' frustration had reached boiling point. Pulling her tentacles back - he was not to know what had riled her up so, not truly - she jabbed one at Kao, latching on to the only plausible reason (and even that was a stretch) for her anger that would not let her husband know just what she'd been up to.

Thank heaven she was a quick thinker.

"We can't leave Kao here on his own," she hissed, eyes flashing. "How rude would that be to our guest?"

Or else she'd have been sunk, good and proper.

Fyr blinked and her and laughed, mirth bubbling up so vibrantly that it would have been impossible to control if he'd tried.

"Oh, Ropes, you do make me laugh sometimes! I thought something was terribly wrong!"

And, even though she yearned for something her husband could not give her, Ropes smiled and joined him in laughter.

"I had you there, didn't I?"

Did he know her laugh was fake? The drake didn't let on, if so. Ropes let her giggle trail off awkwardly as a blue dragon, considerably more in control of himself, came up behind her and swung a friendly arm around her shoulders.

"It's only Kao," Fyr teased, avoiding eye contact with his brother as he stretched his wings and almost seemed to suppress a yawn. "Damn dragon always where he's not wanted. Hasn't he got his own home to go back to these days or what? He's always around here!"

Ropes chuckled politely but didn't reply, a smirk striving to pull at her lips as much as she tried to hold it back, force it down. He couldn't know, no - he couldn't. The drake, however, had a cheeky glimmer in his eyes, the tip of his tail curling gently back and forth as if he was a cat stalking its prey - just for fun. The cougar relaxed, tension that she had not realised was seated there slipping from her shoulders.

Kao pressed up into her, swaying her lightly from side to side as her husband laughed, and the cougar bit her lip. He was pushing his luck, that drake. Fyr, thankfully, didn't notice Ropes' tentacle dropping to give his brother's ass a sly squeeze. She wasn't sure if it would have stopped her either way. Kao didn't flinch, leaning forward to give his brother a wink and a nudge with his elbow.

"Ah, c'mon, bro," he said in an altogether far too chirpy tone. "Don't leave me out - I could eat! I thought we were going to get burgers tonight though?"

Glancing out at the rain belting into the small garden, Fyr winced and shook his head.

"Hardly the weather for barbecue food..."

Kao rolled his eyes.

"You've got the grill in here. You promised dinner, dude! Don't leave a dragon hanging!"

"Well, I thought this time could be just me and Ropes..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "But I suppose you can come along if you really want to."

He had the good grace to look abashed, chuckling sheepishly as his already red cheeks turned a darker shade.

"I suppose it was a bit of a dick move to think about leaving you here or kicking you out while I took my lovely wife here out to dinner..."

Even as she nodded and murmured her agreement, bopping her husband lightly, playfully, on the arm, Ropes knew that she would have done the same to him, only with her and Kao going out, in a heartbeat.

"Then it's a date - all three of us!"

Kao stiffened against Ropes' side and the cougar swung her tail against his: shush! The damn drake would blow their whole cover and all! Smiling weakly, her mask slipped and she matched her husband for sheepishness in the hitch of her tail, an awkward kink tweaking near the end.

"Dinner it is then!"

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The most awkward dinner of Ropes' life. Sandwiched between her husband and her lover, she waited uncomfortably, tentacles tucked demurely against her back so that she did not startle patrons of the restaurant unduly. Spices sizzled on the air and, against herself, her nose twitched, the cougar parting her lips to take in the sweet aromas despite herself. Her stomach growled.

Darn it.

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"Table for three tonight?"

The host smiled pleasant, though his cheeks didn't quite pull up all the way as if the rabbit was struggling to hold it.

"Yes, and a drinks menu to begin," Fyr answered smoothly. "I think we'll have our orders pretty soon though. Everything here tastes amazing!"

"Why thank you, sir."

Seated comfortably at a round, wooden table, the trio ordered their drinks without ceremony, Fyr boldly and eagerly - for him, at least - requesting a round of appetisers for the table without even asking for Ropes' input. Whereas the demon would have liked, at one time, to see the drake taking charge even once in a while (hey, who wanted to make all the decisions, right?), it irked her, setting a curdling distaste alight in the pit of her belly. As if understanding just how she felt - damn it, why was the younger drake so in tune with her? She just couldn't have explained it if she'd tried, not to anyone - Kao swung his tail against hers behind the chairs. Ropes stiffened, though otherwise fought not to react, tentacles squirming against her back where she had folded them in like wings.

She wanted to fight, but she wanted to win too. She wanted that rush of a snarling, lustful drake beneath her as she rode him to both of their satisfaction, orgasm exploding through two bodies, perfectly in tune, as they surrendered to one another in the most delectable way possible.

"Ropes? Are you quite alright?"

Her husband leaned forward opposite her, chin resting on his paw. Ropes jerked and shook her head quickly, pushing her shoulder blades back as she sat up tall. Good heavens - it was just like being caught daydreaming in school all over again! And how many years ago that seemed now!

Time sure did fly.

"I am well, thank you," she said, prim and proper for once. "But I still would have liked to stay home tonight..."

Wincing, she smoothed down her skirt, a brand new one that still felt starchy and uncomfortable. It had been the first thing she'd been able to grab out of the wardrobe that was suitable, however, while Fyr was rushing her to hurry up, brushing powder into the fur on her cheeks. She sighed and rolled her eyes, surveying her reflection in the mirror. What was the point of going out for something special, as her husband put it, without even trying to look a little bit extra presentable? It wasn't as if she could strip off entirely and let her natural beauty speak for itself in that way!

The drake didn't seem to take note of her tone beyond anything more than playful back and forth. True that once they had had that kind of repertoire though, she wouldn't have lied. Fyr batted his eyelashes at her like a dragoness trying to impress a studly drake.

"But you look so lovely when you're all dolled up and dressed up," he murmured. "How could I not take my pretty kitty out on a date once in a while? We haven't been spending nearly enough time together."

Ropes bristled. Did he not know her at all? Sure, perhaps someone dainty and sweet and soft would have liked being referred to in such a manner, but she was a demon_of _lust for crying out loud! She was fire and brimstone, sex and seduction! Not wide eyes and sweetness!

Before she could shoot back a snappy comment, however, Kao coughed uncomfortably into his paw and spoke up. It was just as well he did.

"Er... Don't mind me, guys."

Kao slouched in his seat, a scowl on his lips and clearly only one thing on his mind. The one thing that Ropes' husband never seemed to have on his mind. Ropes fought not to match his scowl with her own and bumped his knee sharply with hers beneath the table.

"Honestly, Fyr," Ropes growled. "You're not behaving with any sort of kindness to your brother. You know he's single right now!"

If she had not known the drake better, she would have been taken in by his dramatic wince, eyes sliding away with a deal less grace. It was a fair try at acting, she had to say, and it certainly took in his older brother hook, line and sinker.

"Oh..." Fyr had the good grace to look taken aback. "I'm sorry, Kao, I didn't think of that. I didn't mean to be rude."

Ropes scoffed and flipped her paw, eyes shimmering. A few of the other diners had taken notice, but even the way in which she took her cocktail glass in her paw and raised it to her lips was jerky and abrasive, designed to get a reaction.

"Oh, please, I know you're not serious there. You've got that tone on - don't think I don't know it."

Fyr grimaced, but Ropes ploughed on without allowing him time to talk. Kao shifted beside her, but she paid him no mind. She had a bone to pick with her husband, damn it!

"And another thing - why did you have to drag me all the way out here when I clearly wanted to stay home?" She pressed, committed to her path now that she had begun. "It's ridiculous. You knew what I wanted to do; I was quite comfortable there for the evening, but you made me come out anyway and look where it's gotten us! Three of us here and no one happy in the slightest!"

Fyr reeled, lower jaw hanging slack. She may have felt bad for causing him such distress if the drake had not been the one to instigate everything, all by himself. And if her words, of course, had not been true.

"Ropes, is now really the right time to be talking about this?" He rubbed his muzzle, looking everywhere but at the cougar he'd called his wife. "This really isn't... I didn't mean... Do we have to go over this now?"

She parted her lips to answer, a cutting remark poised to be delivered, but Kao cut in, drumming his fingers lightly on the table to catch their attention.

"I'd say it is not, though it's not really any of my business to interject here either. If you would allow me?"

He paused, though it was not really a great enough hesitation to allow either of them to drop in what they really felt.

"You two have been together a few years, but that isn't enough to work out all the kinks. I see it all the time with my friends with long-term boyfriends and girlfriends and, hell, yes, the married ones too. Though my circle of knowledge is considerably smaller there."

He shook his head and, abruptly, took Fyr's paw and Ropes' paw in one each of his own, putting them together across the table. The dragon's fingers bumped clumsily into the cougar's even as she flexed her paw to try to allow him to slip his fingers between hers with a little more ease. It was a built in notion so automatic that she hardly had to think about it - and yet it still gave her pause, blinking at Kao with a degree of missing certainty.

What was he playing at?

It was meant to be a gesture, but the touch of Kao's paw on hers was simply electric and it was his fingers that she allowed hers to linger against, even as she smiled at her husband.

"He's right, of course, but we should speak about this later."

Fyr nodded. The drake could not have looked more relieved if he'd tried, leaning back in his chair with a weak chuckle. Ropes almost felt sorry for him, but neither could she wipe the thought of how right her paw felt in Kao's from her mind.

Conversation flowed more easily after that, although it was undoubtedly due in great part to Kao. The drake was a master conversationalist, but he certainly didn't drag his eyes away from Ropes for any great length of time. He seemed to undress her with his eyes as the drinks flowed and their appetisers were devoured, all members of their little party relaxing as much as they could. And things would almost have been like old times again if nothing at all had happened between Ropes and Kao that fateful night. After that, nothing could ever be the same.

But there was something more the cougar wished to devour and he was sitting right beside her, a feast for the eyes and the senses too. She only had to get a little more drink into him and everything would slip along very nicely.

"Kao..." Her eyes smouldered. "Why don't you come with me? I sure could use some help carrying the drinks back to the table."

He smiled, but smoothly hid his true feelings, standing and brushing off his trousers from imaginary crumbs. Ropes blinked innocently. Only she would know that he was really adjusting the crotch of his black trousers so that no one would see the bulge rising through the front.

But she knew. And she saw it.

"Of course," he said. "I wouldn't want to make a lady struggle now, would I?"

He'd made her struggle the night before, matching her strength for strength as they fought for who should be on top. Ropes sucked in a breath. It was almost as much of a lure to be forced on to the bottom as it was to be on top and take everything she craved from him. He stood too close when picking up drinks at the bar and he let his tail brush along hers as they returned to their seats, every move calculated and sensual.

And Ropes couldn't take it for a single moment longer.

Locking eyes with Kao, the cougar purred.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm just popping to the ladies room."

Smoothing her skirt down as she stood, Ropes gave Kao a wink that only he saw, Fyr on her other side. The drake stiffened, jaw tilting up slightly, and, somehow, she knew that he understood just what she wanted him to do.

Well, it wasn't exactly rocket science.

Sashaying her hips as she paced through the restaurant, avoiding tables and waiters with a certain degree of skill, knowing without looking that his eyes were on her and only her. Just as it should be. She even let her tentacles slip wickedly from beneath her shirt as she reached the far side, letting them slither out sensually to breathe and undulate, a little taste of what they could do for him. If only he was brave enough to follow her.

Kao had never been one to back down from a challenge.

She slipped into the restroom and closed the door after her to the communal corridor, choosing the only room that could work for what she had in mind. As unsexy as it was, the disabled bathroom was roomiest and, well, at least didn't have the problem of cubicles and someone else walking in on them. But that was as far as she got with any sense of logic, easing herself into the private room and pressing her shoulder blades back against the door, though she was by no means sealing it shut.

Someone had thought that a rose-tinted theme was suitable for the disabled bathroom, though Ropes thought that someone should have probably told them that carpet was not the easiest surface for wheelchairs. Not that she thought she'd ever have such a problem, but there was likely a complaint coming in from some disgruntled customer on crutches or hobbling in some other manner at some point.

Slipping off her strappy shoes, she sighed as she curled her toes into the pile; the bathroom must have been hardly used. A pink sink and lower toilet completed the room adequately, but Ropes' heart pounded in her throat, tightening as someone rapped twice on the door above her head.

"Ropes?" His voice was muffled and still somehow managed to make her heart sing. "Are you in there?"

She opened the door and hissed softly, tentacles undulating gently around her head and shoulders.

"Damn right I am, baby!"

Grabbing the drake's paw, she yanked him inside and, this time, locked the door behind the two of them. She didn't give him a chance to take in the room before locking her lips with his, tongue darting into his mouth to claim what was rightfully hers. Kao moaned into her muzzle and then his arms were around her, tightening as he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and pushed down into her skirt, that strip of bare fur not enough for his lusts. But the waistband of the skirt was tight, fitted to her figure, and his paws could not reach the sweet roundness of her backside, tail lifting and flicking up against the draping skirt as if she was trying to put herself on display.

Kao growled, tongue battling with hers as he sought for dominance, claws digging into the fabric of her skirt for a split second before she twisted away, eyes narrowed.

"Kao, if you tear my clothes here, there'll be hell to pay!"

The drake smirked and bopped her on the nose.

"But you didn't mind it at all back in your home - why should I think this would be any different?"

Ropes snarled, lips peeling back from her teeth, and fumbled with his belt, intent only on her prize.

"Shut up."

"Such a mean kitty..."

The look she gave him could have curdled milk, but Kao was hardly deterred, a smirk on his lips as the cougar snapped loose his belt.

"If you don't smarten up, you won't be getting any of this with a sharp tongue on you."

Kao barked a laugh and she scowled, toying with the button on his jeans, zipper still pulled up to the top. It could so easily be ripped down and yet she drew out the moment, as much for her tenuous anticipation as to make him think that she really did mean it, that she could walk away. Ropes growled, eyes flashing - literally. Yes, she held all the cards, not Kao. Undoubtedly so.

But perhaps the drake knew her a little too well.

"You know that's a lie."

And, oh, how it was. It was a complete and utter barefaced lie. Even if she had been angry at him, truly, there was nothing she could have done, at that point, to stop her demonic self from taking the lust she so terribly needed to feed. Her tentacles twisted around his arms and legs, feigning at holding him in place as she yanked down his jeans, the leather belt being the only smart thing about them. But they weren't her focus.

His hard cock sprang into her paw, freed too easily from his boxers, but she couldn't spare the time to get onto her knees, as beautiful as his shaft was. It could feed a demon's lust in so many ways, but Ropes was only interested in one way and one way alone. Hitching her leg up around her waist, she let her skirt fall in a curtain, shielding their intimacy even though it could have so wonderfully been on display. There was something gritty and real about a quickie in the bathroom - not that Fyr would have ever gone for it. Kao growled into her lips and she tugged her underwear aside just in time for him to spin her around to face the wall. Her tentacles writhed beneath her blouse, questing for release but it was already far, far too late for them to come into play.

Her paws slammed into the tiles and the cougar yowled.

Oh, it was on!

He slammed into her, seeming to know just how to find her cunt even though they'd only fucked a few, glorious times. And that shaft ploughing into her was everything she wanted and more, a heated spear throbbing into her depths. The dragon's fingers curled around her hips and he grunted as he leaned over her, wings flared so that the overhead light filtered through them, throwing a blue hue over her.

Ropes head lolled back and the cougar panted harshly, black lips pulling back from her teeth. The drake above her groaned deep in the back of her throat and nearly tore his claws through her skirt, seeming to just about catch himself in the nick of time.

"Fuck, Ropes..."

"Don't say anything," she hissed, head swimming as her demonic self rose to the occasion, roiling and twisting and clamouring to be fed. "Just fuck me."

And fuck her he did. Snarling like a wild drake of times long gone by, the dragon barely stifled a roar as he pounded her, forcing her to brace on the wall lest she be slammed into it muzzle first. Her tentacles were forced to behave, at least somewhat, in the temporary bondage of her blouse. He drove her against the wall like a wild animal in rut and she moaned as each and every bump and ridge on his cock dragged at her insides in the most pleasurable way possible, though he would have had to have been bigger still to truly stretch her out.

Demons, after all, had very few limits. And she was all too eager to have him push each and every one of hers.

Ropes hissed and groaned, trusting that the door would seal away her lust from prying, curious ears, but not really caring either way. It was too good - too wonderful to devour him as he deserved to be devoured. The scent of sweat and masculine musk hung heavy on the air as he covered her, scales coming together with thick fur in the most sensual way possible. It almost wasn't the thickness of his shaft that gave her true pleasure, grinding over her G-spot with each and every thrust he delivered unto her.

He came quickly - just as she wanted him to - and flooded her pussy with thick ropes of virile cum. That part of her that had been sealed away for far, far too long gasped and drank it down, moaning as she feasted, ever the glutton for raw sexual pleasure.

But when he pulled out, Kao did not hasten away, as Fyr did when he slipped from her. No - the drake dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around her clit, suckling and flicking his tongue against the taut nub of flesh until she cried out in ecstasy herself. Body shaking beyond her control, Ropes moaned and her tentacles thrust at the seams of her blouse, threatening to break free and only just, by the skin of her teeth, kept under her control.

Suitably primped and appearing as put together as they possibly could, they slipped back to the table in their own time with their own excuses. There was someone she knew in the bathroom and she'd had to have a chat. Oh, there'd been a queue at the bar. Yes, it was a very busy night, wasn't it? The drake fell for it, even when Kao stuttered over what should have been a simple question. Ropes licked her lips. He was probably soaking through his boxers with pre-cum, eager to take her again. And she'd have him each and every time that he wanted her.

Fyr raised an eyebrow, but didn't make further comment, though the dragon was not to know that his brother's cum was, at that very moment in time, leaking from her pleasantly sore cunt. Not the bad kind of sore, but the kind that left her wanting more.

Now when could she get Fyr out of the house next for her kind of fun?