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This story was written for Fyrdrgon. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, themes of cuckolding and dom/sub play. :3

For Their Pleasure

When the doorbell rang, Fyr thought nothing of it. She simply lifted her head from Ropes' lap, giggled as the puma wiped a streak of pre-cum off the side of her scaled muzzle, then rose to her feet to go and answer it. Looking back through the living room door as she vacated the room Fyr could see that Ropes was making no effort to conceal his sizeable uncut cock. Just sitting there with his pants around his ankles, stroking his saliva-glistening length casually as he waited for his wife to return to business.

Smiling to herself as she wondered who it would be, briefly picturing some obsessively religious types going door to door, and their faces when she'd invite them in for a cup of coffee and usher them into the living room, Fyr opened the front door. Immediately her eyes widened. Her smile faded, but before she could slam the door shut again a firm and vibrantly green scaled hand came to rest upon its open surface to prevent exactly that. Chemical smiled a sickeningly sweet, obviously and shamelessly fake smile at Fyr, and after hoisting the bag she had resting by her side up over one shoulder, she pushed arrogantly past the other dragoness with a snort of derision.

"Look at this place. You couldn't even clean up for me?"

She tossed her bag down on the floor of the hallway, her leather jacket landing atop it soon after. By the time she was half way to the living room door, Fyr still standing stunned by the open front door, her blouse was falling to the carpeted floor and just as she exited the hallway her bra followed suit.

"Oooh, look at you all primed and ready for me..."

Only when Fyr heard Chem give a giggling murmur of delight obviously directed at Ropes did she spring back into motion. She slammed the door shut and raced back through into the living room just in time to see Chem's sleek black panties hitting the floor, dropped from beneath the incredibly short plaited skirt she was wearing. The green and black scaled dragoness was climbing up onto the chair in which Ropes was seated before Fyr could get to her, and by the time the rageful dragoness arrived at her husband's side, he was grunting in pleasure as Chem's pussy wrapped itself around his thick and still achingly hard member.

Fyr stared. She stared in rage, in humiliation and dismay at her husband as right before her eyes he was stolen away. The erection she had been coaxing and teasing for almost twenty minutes in preparation to ride it herself now being milked by the pussy of another woman. And not just any other woman, but Chemical. The most shameless, the most forward, the most aggressively slutty of all Ropes' extra-marital whores.

"G-get the fuck off him. That's my husband."

She growled threateningly, but it was a hollow threat and they all knew it. Already Chemical was acting like Fyr wasn't even there. Beginning to bounce and buck upon Ropes' rock hard cock, growling happily as the puma grabbed and squeezed her ass, encouraging her with deep moans and rumbling purrs of his own. The other dragoness did speak though, but not to Fyr. To the puma whose cock she was so gleefully riding, between loud and shameless moans of lust.

"I... aaaaaahhh... I'm so looking forward to this weekend, lover. To staying over with you. It m-means so much that you'd invite me. That you'd put me up while my place is being renovated. Better than you having to come and find me in some sleazy hotel room."

Fyr's eyes widened ever more in stunned anguish and pure, white hot fury. This was Ropes' idea?! Had he known that she was on her way? Was that why he'd asked Fyr to get him worked up? So he'd have an extra big load to shoot when the time came? The dragoness shuddered and moaned in humiliation. She thought back, and the more she did so the more she realised that in all that Ropes had said to her as they fooled around and teased each other earlier that evening, he'd never once referred to her as being the beneficiary of his cum. He'd said he was saving it up, but not for whom. He'd said he was wanting tonight to be extra special. But never had he said he wanted it to be special for her.

"Chem... I'm close."

Chemical pouted playfully to her lover as she continued to ride him, and only then did she acknowledge Fyr's presence once more.

"Dumb bitch. Couldn't you have teased him just a little less? Now I won't even get to cum before he shoots his load in me."

Her head was turned away from Fyr soon after, but not by her own accord. Ropes grabbed her gently by the muzzle and guided her gaze back to him. He growled loudly, and shook his head.

"I won't cum. N-not until you do."

He looked towards Fyr. To his wife, and grinned toothily, pale white eyes shimmering with demonic lust.

"I want her to see what she's done for us. To know that from the very first moments of you being here, she was the one who made our first round so incredible."

With that, the puma picked up his pace. He began to buck up from the chair against Chemical's bouncing and rocking, and it wasn't long before the sound of thick, wet clapping was ringing out around the living room. Chemical tossed her head back and shrieked in pleasure as Ropes' claws dug into her scaled thighs, lifting her and pushing her down against him in yet another attempt to intensify her bliss, and though the expression on the male's face was one of pure concentration he did seem successful in delaying his orgasm, if indeed he'd been truthful about how close it had been in the first place.

"Cum for me."

His eyes glowed brighter as he snarled to Chemical, grabbing the back of her head and holding her tightly so that their eyes were locked upon one another.

"Cum with me. Let's show Fyr what she has to look forward to this weekend."

Mere seconds later the puma grunted loudly, and gasped with breathless ecstasy as he obviously let loose within the green scaled dragoness. Chemical roared, she flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around the furred male's neck, and then she too was lost to her bliss. Doubtlessly feeling the hot streaks of Ropes' cum boil their way deep into her body, stealing each and every one away from Fyr as her pussy milked and squeezed the puma in rapturous orgasmic waves.

Fyr shuddered as she watched it happen. Every second, her eyes glued to the pair upon the chair before her and utterly unable to look away. She could almost feel Ropes' cum lashing her own inner walls. She could almost imagine that she was the one riding him, fucking him to such bliss. But the very fact that she had to imagine it, that it was happening to anyone but her overrode any satisfaction she could have gleaned from her husband's pleasure. Her pussy ached and drooled shamefully into her panties and the jeans surrounding them. Her nipples rubbed against the front of her t-shirt, the material stretched by the sizeable scaled mounds and ensuring that their pink peaks were prominently visible in their arousal. Fyr hated herself for it, but she was not only turned on because of what had happened prior to Chemical's arrival, but what had happened since then too.

Watching her husband be stolen away, snatched out of her grasp and claimed by another woman before her very eyes, was making her wetter and wetter by the second. And the idea that it might not end here... that if Chemical was telling the truth for once in her life, and she was saying here for the whole weekend? It was going to be hell for Fyr. Absolute hell. And she was going to love it.

***********

"Harder. Yes. Yes!"

The bed shook, quite some feat considering that the screams of pleasure and the vibration causing it to shake were coming from another room of the house. Fyr was sleeping, or at least trying to, in one of the spare bedrooms. All she could hear though, echoing through the wall and the hallway of her home's upstairs, was Chemical's screams as she was fucked by Ropes yet again. They'd been at it all night. Barely pausing. Barely resting. Barely saying a coherent word to one another between fevered bouts of fucking, fondling and otherwise making one another cum as hard and as loud as possible, as though eager to ensure that not only Fyr but the whole world was aware of their illicit affair.

"Make me cum. M-make me squirt. Oh fuck. Fuck , r-right there!"

Fyr's face burned crimson beneath her already rich red scales as she listened to the other woman wailing happily as she was ploughed by Ropes' cock. Her hands were between her legs as she listened. Cupping her pussy. Squeezing her thighs together around it. Not masturbating. Absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent not masturbating to the sound of her man and that thieving bitch getting each other off. It didn't matter how liberally she could feel her own juices gushing out around her fingers. It didn't matter how intensely her pussy ached as it twitched and convulsed with almost every scream to tear itself from the other dragoness' lips, or how agonisingly her clit throbbed with a hunger so savage it made her want to scream. She categorically, definitively would not masturbate.

"Cum in me! C-cum... oh, oohhhhgod, Ropes!"

The dragoness sagged in relief where she lay as an almighty series of wails, shrieks and snarls echoed through the upper floor of the house, signalling the pair's arrival at their next climax. She felt her hands fall away from her aching crotch, and buried them beneath her pillow as though that would somehow avoid any further temptation. Her eyes remained shut, and though she silently shuffled and squirmed in her efforts to get cool and comfy until the bedding was resting down around her knees and no higher, she made no effort to rise and close the door to this room or indeed the one being shared by Ropes and Chem. Surely they were done now. Surely, even if Ropes wasn't spent, Chemical couldn't be that much of a slut to go all night with the pleasure demon himself.

"Yes..."

A breathy moan rang out through the upstairs, and Fyr's eyes fluttered open in horror.

"Oh, R-Ropes. Your tongue, i-it's so... eat me, baby. Ah, s-suck on my clit. Fuck, I'm soaking. What a-are you doing to me. I can't stop. I won't. I... I need you. Yes. Mmmh... more."

The scarlet scaled dragoness tried not to listen. She tried to bury her face under the same pillow that her hands were at rest beneath. It did no good though. It was like the tone of Chemical's cries was perfectly attuned to pierce its way into the very core of her being; the very centre of her mind and heart. Before Fyr knew it, she was lying flat on her back, fully naked and exposed as she kicked the last remnants of the sheets covering her away. She was roaming her hands over her own body. Fondling her breasts, but the rest of herself too. The curves of her torso, her thighs, her waist, admiring herself. Telling herself that wanted or not tonight, she was still beautiful. Still worth desiring, even if by herself.

She wasn't masturbating because of them. That was what Fyr told herself as she reached down and spread her lips apart with one hand, attacking the exposed nub of her clit hurriedly and desperately with the other. She was masturbating because she wanted to. For her satisfaction. For her pleasure. Not to make up for the absence of Ropes, and certainly not because she was turned on by the sound of her husband being fucked and so eagerly, willingly pleasuring another woman. It was totally a coincidence that she was rising towards her own peak at the same pace as she could hear Chemical's cries increasing in passion and volume. Total coincidence that she happened to be fantasising about a buff man eating her out. A man oddly identical to her husband, but most definitely not that cheating bastard himself.

"O-oh... yes..."

By the time Fyr started to moan aloud herself, utterly overwhelmed by the intensity of her masturbatory bliss after waiting so long and getting so shamefully worked up, she was no longer listening for Chemical's cries. She was focusing on herself now. All fantasy and imagination cast aside, just working her pussy with both hands to ensure that when she came it would be as devastating a climax as her body deserved right now. The dragoness writhed upon the smaller bed, feeling it creak beneath her as her back arched and her legs spread wider, eagerly allowing the fingers plunging in and out better access while her other hand sawed roughly back and forth across her clit. With every caress, every touch she was growing closer. Nearer to relief. To completion. To peace from the relentless urges that had plagued her all evening and all night long, unsatisfied thanks to her lover's otherwise occupied state. But now, she didn't want Ropes. She didn't want anyone. Just peace, quiet, and the space to make herself...

"Look at that slut go."

A mournful snarl of fury escaped Fyr as she heard a voice cut through her imminent ecstasy, and she raised her head sharply to see not one but two figures standing in the bedroom doorway. Chemical, her thighs and pussy glistening in the light shining in from the hallway, and standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her lithe body, Ropes himself. He was staring at Fyr with a smirk, his eyes smouldering and intense as ever as he watched her pant and shudder, locked on the verge of orgasm but now observed; caught in her shameful state. As for Chemical, she was grinning from ear to ear. Shaking her head and sneering at Fyr in mocking pity.

"So impatient. You're way too good to her, Ropes. If it were up to me, I'd leave her to her fingers. They're all she deserves unless she wants to booty call some trashy hookup and see if they'll give her a pathetic worm of a cock to ride for the night instead of yours."

Fyr growled at both of them, frozen aside from the movement of her head, one hand still with its fingers upon her clit, the other still with several digits buried knuckles deep inside her.

"W-why the fuck are you here? Get out!"

Ropes growled back, but Chem just giggled.

"So rude. We were on our way to have a shower. Rinse off some of the sweat and cum... and probably fuck there some more. It's not our fault you're such a slut that you left your door open so you could listen in. How many times have you cum listening to Ropes make me lose control? As many times as I've cum? Even more? God, I bet you've had your fingers inside yourself from the moment you weren't in the same room as us."

Fyr groaned in desperation as she shook her head.

"I... I haven't. I haven't cum. I..."

Before she could even finish her explanation, Chemical's eyes were rolling and Ropes was turning away with a grunt of amusement. It may have been the truth, but they clearly didn't believe a word of it. And why should they have? The room reeked of her arousal, hot, thick and potent. The bedding was soaked with her arousal, visibly darker beneath where her trembling hips now lay.

"Well, you just keep on not cumming then, Fyr."

Chemical called out over her shoulder as she padded off towards the bathroom with the fuming, once again humiliated dragoness' husband.

"And while you're out here being an abstinent prude, I'm gonna slip in the shower with my man and show him what a real woman wants."

Before Fyr could retort, she heard the sound of the bathroom door closing and locking. She lay there, shamefully trembling in still pre-orgasmic, desperately needy anguish; fingers lodged inside herself and body begging to be granted its release even after everything that Chemical had said to her.

She heard the hiss of the shower beginning to run, and gasped as instinctively one of her fingers twitched inside herself. She shook from head to toe with how good it felt. Fuck, she was close. So goddamn close.

She heard the rattle of the shower door opening, then closing again a few moments later.

She was alone. Undisturbed, and probably would remain that way for some time.

With a whimper, the dragoness began to touch herself once more. This time she couldn't help but think of them. She couldn't deny that she was masturbating not just indirectly, but one hundred percent definitely because of what she had listened to Ropes and Chemical doing together. She wasn't thinking of herself and her husband as she began to plunge her fingers in and out of her tight, dripping pussy again. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Ropes and Chem writhing, glistening in the shower's warm flow as they moaned and growled against each other.

"Please..."

She gurgled greedily as she felt herself approaching the edge once more.

"Oh. Oohh... please..."

She tried to keep herself quiet. She quaked shamefully at what she could feel rising in her throat, so very tempted to cry out to anyone who could hear. But she wouldn't. She couldn't.

"Please!!"

She hit a sweet spot inside herself, sobbing joyously as her fingers grazed her g-spot and a violent gush of hot ejaculate came surging out from between her legs.

"Let me cum!"

She already was. She was toppling over the edge, descending shamefully into a world of violent, molten ecstasy. But her mind wouldn't let her experience it, wouldn't let her indulge in its humiliatingly intense bliss until she had cried out what was now filling every last corner of her coherent mind.

Fyr hated Chemical, and she hated everything she had done to steal Ropes away from her this evening. So why now, at the height of her eventual, long sought after euphoria, was the other dragoness' permission all that she wanted in the world?

"Please, C-Chem, please let me cum for you!"

***********

The next morning, Fyr awoke with a whimper of embarrassment. The night she had just experienced was something of a blur, but even in the first moments of wakefulness she remembered several different things. First, she remembered being shaken awake after the orgasm she had given herself in the spare room. Shaken not roughly, but not gently either, more impatient than anything else. It had been Ropes. She'd taken his hand, risen from the damp sheets her orgasmic rapture had left behind, and followed as he led her out of the room without a word.

Into their bedroom, their marital bedroom, she had been led once more. Chemical had been lying on the bed, pouting and with her arms folded. Even now, the morning after, Fyr smirked as she remembered what the dragoness had said when she saw Fyr being led into the room.

"You're telling me you'd rather have her pussy than my hands or mouth? S-selfish bastard. If you hadn't fucked me so hard every time, I wouldn't be sore enough to need a break."

Fyr had known right then why she was there. Sloppy seconds. The runner up. The replacement, and a temporary one at that, while Chemical recovered from however many furious fuckings she had received from the puma thus far. And humiliating a position as that was to be in, Fyr had also known that it would be worth it through and through to be able to see Chem as the one left out in the cold. The one ignored by Ropes as his libido led him to fresher pastures.

Now, the morning after, she shuddered as she recalled the following hours. A slow descent into madness through pure ecstasy. Humiliation and gleeful revenge all rolled into one as Ropes manipulated both herself and Chemical into pleasuring him together. Playing one off against the other, threatening to spend the rest of the night with the other woman alone if whoever was being difficult at that moment in time wouldn't play along. Fyr squirmed where she lay as she recalled her face pressed between the entwined bodies of her husband and her rival, lapping at them as they fucked, cleaning up so they didn't make more of a mess and need to take another shower without her present. She blushed as she recalled herself and Chem lying side by side, legs crossing over as they masturbated while Ropes loomed over them, watching them both vie for his attention while he calmly, slowly rubbed his ever-hard cock towards an orgasm which in the end would coat them both in rich strings of his cum.

The night had been intense. Embarrassing, incredible, thoroughly overwhelming. And this morning... or so it seemed from what followed mere moments later, was to be no different.

"Good, you're awake."

Ropes' voice rumbled through Fyr's very soul, and as she rolled over her face flushed anew at the sight that greeted her. The puma lying on his back, arms folded beneath his head comfortably, while Chemical rode him intensely, but seemingly silently. Fyr couldn't help but smirk as she saw the rather aghast look on Chem's face when she realised that she and the puma were no longer alone in their wakefulness, and almost immediately she realised why.

"Get off me, Chem. This load's for Fyr."

Chemical didn't obey immediately. Instead she shook her head, whimpered loudly, and began to buck and hump against the puma as hard and fast as she could as though seeking to snatch his orgasm away from him before he could gift it elsewhere. With a burst of laughter amidst his moans however Ropes simply rolled over, pinning Chem beneath him and delivering a series of short, sharp thrusts so powerful and overwhelming that they left the dragoness shrieking and limp, not quite cumming but driven most of the way there in mere moments by the pleasure demon's skill. Before she could compose herself again he pulled away, and rolled over again towards Fyr with a grin.

He nodded down to his cock, growling as his wife regarded it hungrily, glistening with what was obviously Chemical's arousal.

"You want this."

It wasn't a question, and it was truth, absolute and clear. Fyr nodded and moaned lustily.

"It's yours. If..."

The dragoness was already lurching towards her husband when she heard the caveat, freezing in place as she found herself mid-way through straddling him just like Chem had been seemingly moments before.

"...if you make sure that Chem is satisfied too."

Both women's eyes bulged, and they each began to cry out in frustration. Ropes' eyes flashed, and they fell silent again as he growled.

"Or I'll go find someone else to appreciate me, and you ladies can either fight or munch linoleum all day, it just won't matter to me."

The two dragoness' looked at one another across Ropes' waiting body and eagerly twitching cock. They sneered and growled, but within moments of the ultimatum having been delivered, both had nodded to the puma.

He grinned, and soon that grin was one of not just delight but pleasure as he plunged his shaft in and out of his wife's clutching, soaking wet depths. One of lust as he watched Fyr's ass jiggle while he humped her doggy-style from behind, and watched Chem's thighs quiver as his wife moaned hungrily into her pussy, tongue buried deep inside and flicking against the other dragoness' g-spot.

One day, perhaps they'd realise the truth. Perhaps they'd see what he was doing for them both by placing them in more and more situations like this. One day maybe they'd realise the reason they didn't get on was because of precisely how similar they were, and that all this competition burning between them was all just a smokescreen of their own making.

Until then of course, Ropes would continue to reap the rewards of their individual affections to every excess afforded to him. But all the while he'd be watching. Listening. Waiting for the moment when either one of these gorgeous dragons realised the truth.

That he wasn't just manipulating them for his own satisfaction and the sake of his eternally insatiable libido, but for theirs too. Neither one of them was more shameless, more unabashed and frenzied in their lust and their quest for pleasure than when they had someone to compete against in order to claim it.

Fyr and Chemical brought out the best, or at the very least the sluttiest parts of one another, and thus bringing them together with him was in no way just a selfish act for the demonic puma.

He did it for them. To see them cumming longer, harder and more often than normal. To see them happier, more satisfied when finally they achieved what the wanted despite the seemingly insurmountable odds presented by the other dragoness' presence.

It was all for them, and all for their pleasure.

"Eat her, Fyr. Ah... aahhh... moan for her, Chem. M-my sluts. My sweet, gorgeous sluts... you're making me so fucking hot."

Well... mostly for them, anyway.

By Jeeves

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