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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Scott should have known to be careful around Fyr's family. After all, the stoat knew well enough what went on with them, that both Ropes and Sasha were demons and - heaven forbid - that the dragoness Sasha had laid the egg of Fyr's husband! Just who did that to their own daughter? Of course, he was a stoat in a difficult position himself so he knew well enough just how tricky families could be at the best of times, although he was doing the best he could by his own parents.

Sighing, he stared down at his soggy sandwich, sitting on the back tailgate of the pickup truck that the work company used. It conked out at the worst of times and yet his boss staunchly refused to replace it, tight at best and simply stingy at worst. He wasn't the worst kind of boss he'd had in his moderately young life - late twenties, young but not aged - but he wasn't the best either.

It was funny that, wasn't it? Things went from best to worst and from worst to best and all the way back again just to repeat the cycle. There never had been any middle ground for him and he didn't expect that to change too, poking at his sandwich until a bit of corned beef stuck out of the corner of it, grey-brown and completely unappetising. He supposed a packet of crisps would have to do instead.

Oh, but the day to day was a hard old grind and he couldn't help but stare at the bones of the ranch house that his place of work had been brought in to put together, although the detailing work that he loved more than the manual labour was not to be in his job description for the near future. It was up at dawn and eating a reheated frozen dinner while his parents argued in their raspy, wavering tones for him when he got home after work, complaining that he didn't spend enough time with them in what everyone knew was to be their final years, although the work he was doing...

Ah, what could he do about their opinions? Scott made a face, rounding his shoulders against the onslaught of yet more work, muscles never quite recovering from the previous day before working and hammering away, just to earn a little more coin. A little more money and yet never enough, never enough to make those around him happy. But he had to be happy. And it was, kind of, difficult not to be all that happy when the sun was shining, a blue, blue sky shimmering above. There were only the faintest of wispy clouds up there and, if he tipped his muzzle back to allow the sunshine to wash over his fur, he could forget about everything else.

He could think of a femfur. Ah, yes... The stoat smiled, a goofy grin spreading his lips wide as he went back to his dream. He didn't mind what species they were, for it had been a long time too since he'd had a lover and he doubted it would be any time soon that he would get another sweetheart for himself. That turned his smile down a little but not entirely. He had always said that he'd still be able to have his fun with the right one that came along, though they had to be understanding that he wasn't really able to devote all of his time to them. Yet he wasn't one for a one-night-stand either but, maybe, just maybe things could come up right for him on this one thing alone.

Just a little fun. A little fun and a little break wouldn't go amiss, he was sure of it. He could go out to a bar and have a few drinks, let his hair down - figuratively speaking, of course. There would be someone nice there who'd like to spend the night with him, he was sure, and then he could do what he needed to do and get on with the rest of his day regardless of whether or not he ever saw them again. It would be so easy too, just like what everyone else did who was just a little on the lonely side.

But he couldn't.

Scott sighed. It wouldn't have been like him to do that, wanting a connection above all else before slipping into bed with any sweet femfur. It was one of the worst things about him that he couldn't just go out and do his thing like so many of the other workers he heard boasting about their conquests and the like. So easy and yet so far out of reach that he could never take the fun or the night off for his own, going back to his parents house that they were about to lose (if he didn't chip in with the money) and the constant complaints that drove him to his old room, begging excuses of a genuine headache that would never be believed.

And he had work to do too, if he was going to make that money and get on with things good and proper, just like he was supposed to. Throwing himself back into the jobs of the day, he sweated and laboured, building the walls of the home that he would never live in (as was the way with construction work). It was going to be a lovely ranch when it was finished too and he sighed sadly, though still put his heart and soul into every bit of work he did, watching it take shape before his very eyes. He wouldn't have ever wanted to do a shoddy job for someone else, his work ethic rising even as his anger and frustration faded, immersing himself so completely that he didn't even hear the telltale steps of a fur that he had not had the pleasure of spending all that much time with approaching his site of work.

"Hey, sugar."

Jerking to attention, Scott stood upright, tail going rigid, although the stranger standing in the doorway did not set his mind at rest anyway. Sasha cut an imposing figure with her large wings held out slightly to frame her body, the land slipping into twilight to her back. The deck was barely finished and they'd put down a few sacks of sand to step up to the front door, although the whole place was still pretty much bare bones still.

Sasha... Sasha, however, was far from bare bones when it came to her body. It would have taken a strange male indeed to not rake his eyes hungrily over the older dragoness' body, feasting on her discreetly as he tried not to make it too obvious how he was admiring the line of her jaw. It was a strong for a female fur but that was, perhaps, part of her appeal that she seemed like she could take on a male and win paws down without even breaking a sweat. Not that she was rippling with muscle, of course, but there was still the low, constant tone across her whole body - all that he could see, anyway - and she moved with such fluidity that it was strange to think that she was so old herself. The wisdom of the years had only ever so slightly lined the corners of her eyes, her forehead with a single worry line that probably spoke of a dominant worry over all else.

Did she have a husband? Quietly, Scott kept that thought to himself, putting a polite smile on as he surveyed her from a distance. He'd never seen a husband in the picture and there wasn't a ring on her finger either but the cougar draped over her arm (or just her whole body) when they'd sat behind in Fyr's truck while the busy red had been off doing the real work spoke volumes for something seedier going on.

And that left a foul taste in the back of his mouth too.

"Ma'am," he murmured, tipping his head respectfully. "It's a mite late to see y'all out here. Where is Miss Fyr? She's the one usually overseeing this work."

He was hardly trying to make a point but something in his tone, asking why she was hanging about rather than her daughter, put her back up without him even trying, the dragoness drawing herself up tall and imposing. It didn't take much, having a larger and more foreboding stature than the stoat, who was not particularly tall even if modestly in the middle of the height ranges, and he swallowed, fighting the desire to step back and away even as he tipped his head respectfully. He would have tipped his hat if he had been wearing one but his paw fell short halfway, his head devoid of its comforting weight.

"Oh, I'm taking care of things today," she said, eyes sharp as she held her head high, ever aloof from those that she saw as working beneath her. "And I must say that I'm sure liking what I'm seeing."

She purred the last words, eyes rolling over him as if he was suddenly being doused in a shower that was far too hot to be comfortable, washing over him as his skin prickled with barely restrained heat. He brushed off his work jeans carefully, willing his heart to slow back to a pace something akin to reasonable, but it was not to be. If he'd known Sasha better, perhaps he would have thought to run while he still had a chance, to flee and make good his escape without paying his family's debts, all to save himself what was to come.

He didn't know her that well. And, thus, his fate was sealed.

"Well, ma'am," he said, as politely as was possible. "I'm mighty flattered but I'd best be getting on with my work now, if y'all will excuse me..."

And that was his first encounter with Sasha ended, her gaze burning into his back as he left. If he'd turned, he would have realised that her eyes were on his backside, undressing him mentally even though he was modestly dressed in his usual comfortable work attire. The dragoness was a predator at heart and she both knew what she wanted and how to take it for her own. After all, had she not stolen Fyr's very own husband out from under her nose without due cause or ceremony?

The stoat could have fled and yet he did not. He could not have known what lay ahead as he got to know Fyr, the dragoness brightening up his days as much as Sasha cast a cloud over it. The touches came quietly at first, the dragoness seeming to plan her visits for times that she knew Fyr was still at work and well and truly occupied; in other words, there was no way she would be caught in the act unless Scott spilt the beans. And he was a stoat who just wanted to get on with his work, so he didn't catch onto it for a while.

A touch on his arm while he was having coffee, the dragoness passing by him so casually that it seemed perfectly plausible that she was simply on her way to the barn, claiming, as she said, that she was just seeing what Fyr was getting up to on the weekends and the like. He didn't speak much to her, trying to give Sasha as wide a berth as possible even as she insisted on slowly and steadily closing the gap between them, running her fingers across his shoulders as he tried to lay the pipes for the house, sweating and swearing under his breath in such a fashion that he quailed at the thought of any lady hearing those words coming from his lips.

"Such a hard worker..."

Her words were laced with a sultry undertone that he strove to ignore, tail tucked down against the backs of his legs as if he could disappear into the ground if only he tried hard enough. Although he shifted away from her fingers and questing paws, she was persistent, only backing off when another of his work colleagues or his boss was about to, blessedly, offer him some kind of relief. But he was, as always, his professional self and made no attempt to reciprocate any of her actions, although he could not have been said to turn her down and walk away outright entirely either, which was, perhaps, his ultimate downfall.

He could sense her eyes on him even after the spat between her and Fyr when he'd thought that he'd really and truly have to leap between them, protecting the red dragoness. And she was more and more aggressive in her stalking of him, that sports car of hers (that was a new addition and a strange one at that) following him into town on his rare trips to pick up groceries or the late night guilty treat of greasy takeout. Her eyes burned into him, the flaring green orbs near enough impossible to miss in the darkness as she slunk further and further towards the realm of the demonic, even though the poor stoat did not understand quite what was going on at that time, why she pursued him so relentlessly.

And therein lay the difference between him and another, another who could have so very easily have been pursued. A femfur would have been encouraged to tell someone, to open up about what was going on, but a male was never asked to speak up or, if they dared, would have been told that they were weak and useless. He even mocked himself, hiding under the bedspread late at night in the room that used to be his but no longer felt like it. How silly and pathetic was he to be intimidated by Sasha? She was an old dragon! What could a fur like her possibly ever do to him? And why was he so set on edge by her? Oh, no, no, no, no, no - the whole idea of it was preposterous!

Maybe it was a coincidence? Yes... That would have made more sense. There wasn't anywhere much for a fur to go bar into town and, even there, there weren't many places for anyone to go, so it made sense that they would keep bumping into each other. Although it was more and more difficult to consider it a coincidence after he kissed Fyr... Or maybe she'd been the one to kiss him... Either way, regardless of who had kissed who first, they had kissed and terror clawed at his heart, telling him that Sasha knew and that was just why she was following him from one place to another.

But... Just why shouldn't he do something nice for Fyr? Their talks... Their kisses... Sasha clearly had taken her husband away, so what was the harm? Or was he solely contributing to a dark and twisted relationship, making everything all the more difficult for his involvement with Fyr? She deserved something good but she also deserved something that, well, wouldn't complicate her life even further, surely?

Oh... There was no right answer and neither was there any sense in searching for one either, life rolling on and the clock ticking by each and every hour regardless of what he was or wasn't doing. His work slipped, thoughts drifting to Fyr and, for a while, it was easy to ignore or even forget Sasha's presence, although he took great care to ensure he was neither being tracked nor stalked when they were together. For that was one complication that he would never, ever have wished on the sweet red dragoness even as she opened herself up to him, exposing her vulnerabilities as he promised never to use them to his advantage.

One can never quite tell what they may be forced into. Or led into. Or willingly stumble into.

And it was nice too, in a way, to be wanted by the dragoness and, well, her mother too. He couldn't ignore Sasha's advances for much longer and having two femfurs after him at once was...interesting. Not that he could truly say that Fyr was pursuing him, though perhaps looking for a little bit of an escape from reality, but Sasha wanted him, even managing to press him up against the wall of the barn when he'd been trying, clearly to no avail, to avoid her by skulking around the back, admiring some of the work that Fyr had been taking on herself.

"Come on, sugar," she crooned as he, once again, wriggled away, bolting in the direction of his boss and, of course, more work to be done. "You can't hide away from me forever."

But he could... Or, at least, that was what he told himself. It was a side more difficult when he was out and about to avoid the dragoness, although she was a little on the obvious side in that car. Slinking around the corners of alleyways, however, she was more difficult to avoid as she followed him down the main street, her shape illuminated in the light drizzle, a seductress haunting his every move.

"Leave me alone, ma'am," he said once, trying to lay down the law. "It's not right what y'all are doing. Leave me be to go about my business here."

"Oh, honey," she said, looping an arm around his waist. "You can't run away from me forever... All of this is inevitable and you might as well just give into me right now. I'll even make it worth your while."

She kissed him then, a harsh, clumsy kind of kiss that had far too much tongue probing his barely parted lips, demanding entry even as he broke his last rule and clawed at her arm in a desperate attempt to get away. Yet that touch had fired up his soul in a way that he could never have anticipated, nerves tingling as if she had spent her fire inside him, lighting him up from the inside out.

Ah, he was but an innocent soul and that messy kiss lingered, warming his lips long after he had retired for the night. Scott was yet to fail in his unspoken promise but it was all pre-planned and, truly, the stoat had never had a chance to begin with.

It all came to a head in the mall when he was mooching around some discount clothes outlets, checking to see if there may have been something within his price range to replace his increasingly torn and ragged work jeans, which were most certainly looking rather worse for wear. Nothing caught his eyes, however, and, stocked up suitably with groceries, he was just on his way to the parking lot when the dragoness pounced, driving him back up against a quiet wall in the corner of the mall, a potted plant hiding their frenzied encounter.

"What - no!"

But that was all he managed to get out as she pressed her lips to his, taking a sickeningly sweet kiss from him as he frozen in place, something tightening in the pit of his stomach as his heart pounded. Something or someone seemed to cry out in the back of his head, beating on an invisible wall that they could not cross, his will crumbling before the dragoness even as he fought to shock himself back to reality.

He couldn't kiss her! What about Fyr? What about the dragoness who had been there to brighten his days even as her very own mother seemed to relentless pursue him? Oh, everything was going all wrong!

"Hey there," she purred. "Seems you're a busy bee out here... I looked for you at the ranch house."

Scott shuffled his hind paws uncomfortably, the back of his neck prickling as if he was being stalked. Yet the dragoness made no attempt whatsoever to hide herself, smiling as if pleasantly as she walked up to him oh so very normally. But there was nothing normal about her increasingly ragged appearance, her wings lightly torn around the edges of the membranes as if she'd been in a fight, although there was no appearance of blood or fresh wounds. It set him on edge, knowing what she was - of course, Fyr had spilt everything to him and it was impossible to forget something like that being revealed - and yet he kept himself steadfastly in place, his chin tipped up defiantly.

Maybe he could be strong for her: strong for Fyr. For that dragoness above all else needed a friend.

Only, he was destined to not be a very good friend at all to her, even if their relationship was fraught and unknowing and in such early stages that it was difficult to count what happened next as any kind of betrayal at all.

But Sasha knew just what she was doing when she grabbed the stoat by his collar and whipped him around to the mall bathrooms, eyes alight with a dragon's hunger, greed driving her on to the end goal.

"In!"

Yelping, Scott flailed wildly, his shopping bags scattered and spilling their contents in their wake. But they were not his focus as he strove and fought like a wildcat to free himself even as he was thrust into what had to be the disabled bathroom, the door slammed after them and the lock slid resolutely into place with a grind of rusty metal. He gasped and grabbed for his throat where his shirt dug into his windpipe, mouth opening and closing soundlessly until, finally, she loosened her grip just a little bit.

"Ma'am!"

Flustered, he shoved at her but the dragoness' demonic strength was not to be trifled with, Sasha all too easily holding him back against the wall. The stoat, however, was not designed for brute strength but most certainly for his agility and flexibility, twisting and turning in her hold with his teeth bared in panic, eyes wild and glassy.

Free! Snarling futilely, he fought and tried to twist far enough to sink his teeth into her wrist, though his paws remained balls up and held back; it would have been bad form to hit a lady, after all. Gentlefurly manners battled with feral instinct, although he should have known that there was nothing he could do to fight off the dragoness who had long ago set her sights on disrupting her daughter's life completely and utterly in every way she knew how.

"Oh, you are a fighter," Sasha growled, her eyes alight and glowing faintly. "That'll come in useful later..."

Yet it seemed all too easy for the demoness to shove him up to the wall, careful to keep her body between the stoat and the door. She wouldn't have wanted him to get away, would she? Her wings lifted, blocking out his view of escape, as she quickly and neatly undid his belt, slipping his jeans down around his thighs before the poor stoat could even blink, caught somewhere between confusing arousal and abject horror at the scene playing out before him. He may as well not have been a part of it for as much input as he felt he had in the situation itself, trying to cover himself briefly by swinging his tail up between his thighs before Sasha draw his plain underwear down too, exposing him as he hadn't been in well...

It had been quite a while to say the half of it.

"There you go now, sugar," she breathed. "Just you relax and enjoy... I'm better than her. Y'all will soon see that."

Slipping into her old dialect, or at least halfway there, as she stroked his cock, the dragoness shivered and allowed his cock to grow hard in her paw, the stoat's body clearly wanting what she had on offer even if his mind was swimming in indecision. Scott tried to dig his fingers into the smoothly cold tiles of the bathroom wall but there was nothing for him to gain purchase on as she pawed at and skilfully manipulated him as she willed, caressing him sweetly to full hardness as his uncut shaft pulsed hard in her paw.

Was it rape? Well, he hadn't really tried to run and the dragoness was so very alluring too, what with her glowing eyes and that sultry grin of hers, pulling at her lips just so. He had, of course, ogled her from afar seemingly all that time ago, but that had just been a look! The stoat whimpered and tucked his chin down to his chest as her lips parted, sliding sweetly over his cock. Oh... Could he really be held accountable for that? Just one little look?

"Did you bring all this for little ol' me, big boy?"

Quivering like a leaf, Scott shook his head several times, resolutely trying to slide away, but there was only so much he could do with her weight bearing into his hip, a toilet roll dispenser digging into the small of his back. Chuckling wickedly, the dragoness moaned as if she was trying to rile him up further and curled her tongue leisurely around just the very head of his cock, teasing him as he rocked his hips without thinking, his balls doing the thinking for him.

Of course, she didn't want him to think. Thinking might mean that he wouldn't be hers for all that long and Sasha cast a wary eye on the shaking door of the bathroom, although she would not spare the time to cast out an apology that she did not mean to the fur needing to use the facilities. Didn't she have a much better use for them anyway? Like she was the first to get herself some fun in there!

"Please..." Scott rasped, eyes half-lidded as he wavered. "Ma'am... Don't do this. There's... No..."

Yet he could not voice the words that would have surely gotten her to stop what she was doing, torn in indecision. He wanted what his body wanted but he couldn't get thoughts of the red dragoness out of his head either, Fyr's smiling muzzle swimming into his vision as if she was truly there, the voyeur looking over her mother's shoulder. And Sasha would have taken a lot more than that to stop, although she was not truly a fur inclined to rape: not even becoming a demoness could change that about her personality. But Scott would not say what he needed to, closing his eyes tightly and imagining that it was Fyr before him, on her knees with her lips wrapped so very deliciously around his cock.

It would have been nice to imagine, so very nice, in fact, but it was just Sasha there when he opened his eyes again, the green slits of her orbs visible through her half-lowered eyelids. She moaned around his shaft in lieu of words, gyrating her hips as if she was asking for more, although she had not made any move whatsoever to shed her own clothing, for which he could only profess that he was grateful for. He didn't want or need to see her naked...for then he may have well and truly lost every shred of control he may have ever claimed to have.

Oh, but her muzzle felt good and it had been so long... Telling himself that he didn't have a choice - what a lie to tell oneself! - the stoat relaxed just a little, leaning back against the wall as one paw drifted to her horns. Yes, he could enjoy it a bit if he didn't think too much about what was happening: he didn't even have to fantasise. That would have pulled him out of the sensation of her lips pulsing back and forth over his slick, hard shaft, tugging the skin away from his cock-tip each and every time she sank down all the way. A dragon's muzzle was longer and slenderer than most as if designed to take a cock in all the way and her nose brushed the fur of his crotch as she bobbed down, letting the very tip of his shaft just about nestle into the back of her throat.

Heaven... The stoat languished, pretending to guide her motions even as he stroked her face, finding horns where there 'should' have been thrills but he could not think of that. He could not think about just who was sucking his cock while he should have been somewhere else, his groceries and money most likely lost on the mall floor outside. Scott groaned, the sound deeply guttural in the back of his throat, as pre-cum bubbled up from the tip of his aching cock, skin all too sensitive after such a lengthy dry spell. He couldn't even get himself off in the privacy of his parents' bathroom for heaven's sake!

The stoat hissed through his teeth, tail stiff and rigid as he leaned back, hips rocking of their own accord while the dragoness luxuriously took advantage of his situation to slurp up every last drop of cum she could get down her throat. Her long, flexible tongue did the trick nicely and she took a moment to show him all that it could do, scooping it down his length and curling it around in a soft effort to find what spots and moves truly drove him wild, relishing as she had come to do in the eroticism of teasing out a new partner.

"F-fuck!"

Oh, now that was not like him and the curse sent the same 'zing' down her spine that pushing Fyr to a similar but different point did, suckling all the harder to claim his seed for her own. The stoat rocked and ground, even pushing himself out from the wall a little as he panted, the scent of sex thickening in the air as he grunted and drove into her muzzle, finally, completely of his own accord.

And then she knew she had him - at least in part. It would still take a while for the grand finale of lust to come to a head but everything was playing out just as she'd expected and arranged it to. Sure, the dragoness had had to stalk him for a good while longer than she had originally anticipated but that only heightened her pleasure in finally capturing the stoat for her very own, the crowning jewel in her collection.

Well... No. Maybe that was not quite true. The cougar, her Ropes, was the prize in her trophy cabinet, polished and shiny, but Scott was a close second, solely because, well, it was no secret that Fyr wanted him, was it? All those late night trips and sneaking around had hardly gone unnoticed, although she'd let her daughter believe that everything was flying under the radar.

Sasha smirked, a mean feat considering she had a cock in her mouth. She really was such a good mom like that! To think, letting Fyr have all that fun with Scott until she took him for herself! She was really so thoughtful!

She would have begged him - no, commanded - him to fuck her muzzle like he meant it, but that was one thing that was rather difficult to do and say with a cock already stretching her jaws apart. Sucking him as if her life depended on it, she gave the stoat the best head she'd ever giving, licking and slurping down the full length of his shaft like a whore, although she would be hard pressed to ever consider herself a whore as a demoness. No, every suitor she took and claimed was because she deserved to have them, not because there was any shame in having them.

There would still be some that would have to learn that (most of all her daughter, for she'd read that diary of hers too) but, for the moment, she was content to revel in her victory, coaxing Scott, bit by bit, towards the climax she craved. It was the prize she sought, after all, from their seedy liaison, pushing him so far over the edge that he could not help but shoot his load into her mouth, filling her muzzle with his spunk as she put his paw on her throat, just to feel her gulp down every last drop.

Damn! Sasha shuddered, quickly bobbing her muzzle on his cock as her hips twitched and juddered with the needy swing of her tail. Just sucking him off was getting her randy but it was more the control of him, the stoat submitting to her will, just as she'd always known he would. He could cower against the wall as much as he liked but she would have him and have every last drop from him, that delectable pre-cum sliding so very sweetly over her tongue into the back of her throat...

She needed it!

"Come on, sugar," she gasped, breasts rising and falling a little too swiftly to be entirely comfortable as she broke from his shaft, a string of spittle connecting them for the briefest of moments. "You want to cum... Shoot that load of yours right down my throat, let me show you how a real dragoness sucks cock!"

Crude and lewd but perhaps just what the lust-addled stoat needed to hear. Scott could hardly breathe, lungs working without actually drawing in breath, skin darkening rudely beneath the fur on his cheeks and neck. It was not so much a blush but a flush of utter humiliation at being forced so far, need rising up and up in the pit of his stomach until even he could not hope to control it or hold it back for even a moment more. He clawed at her head, hunched over her like a wild animal, though not one screaming in feral lust but one trapped and cornered, hunkered down when he knew he was beaten. And what he needed from the dragoness was more of her hot muzzle, that slurp and suck on his cock pulling him closer and closer until it all spilt over.

With a stifled squeal and groan that didn't sound like it should have come from his lips, the stoat climaxed, bucking and grinding into her muzzle as he spent his load. Each spurt of cum shot straight into the back of her throat as the dragoness shoved her muzzle down all the way, seemingly intent on making sure that not a single drop went to waste, her throat pulsing and massaging the overly sensitive tip of his shaft as she swallowed repeatedly. It was easy - too easy - for him to pour his load down her throat, the dragoness skilfully coaxing everything from him that he possibly had, all in the name of showing him and everyone else too just who was in true control.

But Scott did not and could not care, not even when he tucked his flaccid shaft shakily back into his underwear and followed the giggling dragoness back out into the mall, the sway of her tail and buttocks hypnotising in the teasing afterglow. It was only worse from there, the stoat shamefacedly forced to collect his groceries while the dragoness sauntered back to Fyr's husband - most likely to get her fill of sex and more for that day, he thought. But it wasn't all that important that he understood the ins and outs of her life when he was finally sexually satisfied after being denied for so long.

And, with Sasha, what guilt was he imagining? The dragoness was unattached, as far as he was aware, regardless of her relationship with Ropes, which seemed flexible and malleable, depending on her mood. Fyr, however, was very much married as told by the ring on her fourth finger, something that his eyes were drawn to even after that incident, glittering mockingly in the sunshine. She was neither his to have nor his to tempt, so just what did he think he was doing taking her into his arms when he'd let her mother suck his cock in a dirty mall bathroom?

Ah, the stoat was not to blame but neither was he to know just how far a demoness' control could extend, her will easing him into her life and her bed before he actually realised just how far he had fallen. She was no angel and the demoness had an agenda to capture him, sitting smugly in the ranch house after they'd moved in while he was around the back, knowing that she knew what they were doing and taking Fyr in his arms all the same. It would not be long for him and her, although Sasha was, of course, kind enough to allow them what little fun they could have together.

Because she was nice like that. So nice.

Yet what held him back from taking things further with Fyr, despite how their paws desperately fumbled for more, left the door open to sate his need with Sasha. She teased him behind the barn while Fyr was doing laundry, standing on her tiptoes to hang it on the washing line strung between two trees in what would eventually be properly landscaped into their garden. The dragoness' nose teasing over the bulge in his jeans while he was supposed to be working... Oh, he couldn't even remember what he was supposed to be working on. Any work that he should have been taking on in the very final stages (dribs and drabs really) of working on their property really went out the window with her to lead him astray and, even when everything was said and done, he hid his car down the drive, sneaking in with his heart in his mouth.

Fyr, he told himself. He was going to see Fyr.

Only, he wasn't. He had never been creeping in to see Fyr that time and he left that day with her mother's juices soaking into his muzzle. And he wasn't the day he desperately left his car outside and dashed into the ranch house, blood roaring in his ears to such a deafening din that he couldn't even hear Sasha calling him upstairs. No, the older dragoness had had to come down with a motherly smile and gently lead him upstairs by his paw, taking his clothes off piece by piece while his cock bobbed hard and ready for her.

But she was not the dragon that he was meant to be fucking and it felt wrong even as she bore him back onto the bed, hungrily tasting his cock once again as pre-cum drooled from the tip. Had he always had that much pre-cum? His head swam. The dragoness had a strange effect on him, the stoat feeling distant and yet up close and personal with the scenario as it played out before his eyes. If he was not truly an active participant, he was not to blame, was he? It didn't work like that, did it?

"Oh, ma'am..."

"You've really got to stop calling me that."

It was difficult to not be appreciative of a dragoness' muzzle slipping over his cock, however, not that he needed her hot maw to get readier than he already was. Yet the dragoness kept him hard and ready, curling her tongue around his full length even as she milked him of his first load, his cock still pumped full of blood for more - everything she had to give. He had so many orgasms stored up to give, although he could not have said, even in hindsight, just how he managed to stay hard for so long, orgasm after orgasm rolling through him as the sordid afternoon progressed.

A demoness' influence is not to be dismissed, after all, but the stoat could only moan and reach for her as Sasha swung her leg over him, her sodden, soaked pussy promising so much as she ground her hot folds lightly over his aching shaft. So deep was his need for her, lust clouding his senses, that Scott didn't even notice the slits in her sides until it was too late, his cock sunk inside as she moaned altogether too loudly, wings flaring out on either side of her body simply as if she was striving to make herself seem larger and more intimidating than she already was.

"Oh, yeah, honey," she crooned, a shudder rippling through her from head to tail-tip. "That's the stuff... I've been wanting you for a good long while now, sugar..."

But he could not listen and could not respond as he whimpered and twisted beneath her, the dragoness quickly snatching up his paws as if she expected him to attempt an escape. He wasn't going anywhere - she had him already - but she was not to know that, eager to lock in her claim as her pussy tightened around him, eyes glowing that devious green as if she was about to burst into a fully fledged demon of the underworld, all raging violence and furious beauty drawn to the mortal realm.

Yet it was not that manner of ecstasy she sought but the sweetness of his cock pounding her, all of which she controlled with the driving pulse of her hips, although he would later learn that she was careful not to break him. It was hard to focus on something like that as he tensed against her paws, hissing through his teeth as need rose in him once again, flooding his mind with the want to cum and cum and cum - one orgasm blasting through him after the other. But she hadn't gotten the first out of him yet into her needy cunny and the dragoness let out a cry that both sent shivers down his spine and made him quiver and buck his hips for more.

He didn't hear Fyr's steps on the stairs but he knew all was lost all the same. The funny thing was, he didn't mind one bit. No... He didn't mind at all as Sasha's will curled around his mind, beckoning him on to even more sordid desires. She murmured and kissed his muzzle, riding him wantonly even as her daughter ascended the stairs, knowing what was to come even as he sought his own release, hips jerking and juddering with the all-encompassing, burning desire for her. He should have known that it wasn't quite right, what he was feeling, but all she'd really done was give the lonely little stoat a little, really the very smallest of nudges, in the right direction. It wasn't that bad, truly, but he would only later come to understand the gravity of just how his life had changed, whether that would ultimately turn out to be for the better or for the worst.

The door opened.

Fyr gasped.

The stoat had been lost to the demoness long ago.