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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter Thirty-Three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Oh,yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!"

It should not have been such a strange sound to hear at all in the confines of her own household, Fyr by now being well enough familiar with all manner of debauchery that took place on a daily basis. And yet it set her back teeth on edge, itching oddly as if she needed to grind them, nerves fried and the need to be elsewhere, absolutely anywhere else at all, pulling at her soul like an otherworldly force.

However, she'd tried that already: and look just where that had gotten her. For the reason that her mother was crying out so passionately - all for her daughter's benefit, of course - was her very own brother who knew what she liked, supposedly, and did a damn fine job as a newly fledged demon in drawing such pleasure from her less than aged bones.

Kao...

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She tried not to think of him but it was, of course, impossible to even simply ignore his presence with his thrusts rocking the wall on the other side of her head. Being that she was the only one in the family (bar Scott - did the stoat count in that regard?) that actually seemed to do any chores at all around the place, she'd thought the kitchen would be a safe enough spot in which to take a little time for herself, just somewhere where she could set up a canvas on an easel and get her old acrylics out of the box where they had sat for far too long. For so long, in fact, that some of the paints had gone bad, hard and crusty, and had not even been salvageable for the sake of her hobby, even though it was only something that she was able to do sometimes. Not often: just sometimes.

And her family seemed intent on disrupting that too, although she doubted that they actually cared much about what she was doing or why she was doing it, if they even realised that she was in the next room at all. Clenching her jaw so hard that a muscle jumped in the corner, the painful line of aching drawing soreness right down to her tightly pressed together lips, she tried to focus on the splash of colour already on the canvas to the exclusion of all else, despite just how her vision blurred.

No. No, I'm not going to do that.

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But the tears came regardless of whether she wanted them to or not, splattering her cheeks as he tipped her muzzle forward, teeth grinding and clenching and chewing as if she was trying to force a particularly stubborn scrap of meat to the back of her throat. Reality, indeed, had become a hard pill to swallow and she shook her head, wiping the back of her paw stubbornly across her red scales, a mucky streak of paint left in its wake, although that in itself seemed oddly fitting considering just what she was taking on right then at that moment in time as her hobby of choice. It was better than simply sitting and listening and wondering just how her brother turning into a demon was going to change the already shocking landscape of her life.

It was a strange thing to think, really - such a strange thing, in fact, that she could not help but laugh out loud at herself, a strange sort of mocking, chuffing sound that was entirely devoid of any sense of humour or genuine mirth at all. Just what did she have to be happy about? Maybe Kao would have been fine, just fine, if he hadn't thought that he'd needed to come home with her, to protect her. Maybe he would be home in his swanky, big apartment with Chem, having a pizza or something on one of their days off together. She'd never know and she very much doubted that he ever would know that again, if she knew anything at all about the demonic nuances of her family.

Sasha screamed and Fyr groaned, blinking rapidly and focusing on the sick curl of hot anger in her stomach. Yes, that was better than being upset, yet she knew it was not good to keep on focusing on anger as if that would solve anything. Paint slashed the canvas as her brush flew, making a mess of it but not needing anything specific to appear. It was fine, all fine, and she could just ignore their moans of climax, even though there never would, really, be any way for a demon to disguise their roar of climax (Ropes himself was exceptionally loud too). Kao made it well enough known too that he was enjoying himself as Sasha heaved out pants and moans loud enough to carry through even the wall and closed door (deliberately so) into the kitchen itself where Fyr painted out her passion and her anger and let the paint lie where it fell, splatters surrounding her.

Her chest heaved as they quieted down but she did not feel all that much better in herself - not unless exhaustion counted as better, her wings drooping as if she had been drained of every last drop of energy she may or may not have possessed to begin with. The canvas showed nothing at all and everything she had ever hoped to see, hot, angry colours meshing together into a distorted face that could have been every last one of her family come together into one grotesque monster. But it was the red of her own scales that her soul, truly, despised the most, glaring out with sick accuracy in pinpointing the true sense of sickness there, what refused to get into her place and stay there.

If she did, would she finally be happy?

It was hard to say and it was hardly something that Fyr wanted to think about either, putting her brush aside and taking a deep breath. That usually helped or worked to soothe her mind, but the tension in her chest grew and grew more and more with every passing second, building up to a screaming crescendo that was truly worse than listening to any climax heard through the walls.

And the sound that ripped itself from her lips would have been befitting and becoming a demon themselves as her brow furrowed, lips pulling back from her teeth in a blood-curdling, devastating sort of snarl - it could not be defined, really, as any singular sound - as she backhanded the pot of water that she cleaned off her brushed in, tenderly caring for the heads of them as she did everything else in her possession. Maybe that was just why she had not brought them out before, after moving, for fear and worry that her family would not respect her possessions as much as they respected and enjoyed one another, although neither could the dragoness in question have honestly said that they had actively gone out to destroy any of her belongings. But maybe those belongings were the last things she had left to cling onto as something stable and serene when everything else roiled and clanged in frigid, seething turmoil.

As if in slow-motion, she watched the glass pot fly to the side, spewing dirty water everywhere, droplets flashing as if crystalline in the shaft of sunlight spilling luxuriously into the kitchen window. Such an act of violence, however, could only have one outcome and she could not help but wince herself, even though she'd been the cause of the noise, as the jar shattered on the floor, the water by the by on the linoleum there. It still was not the hard wood that had been laid down throughout much of the rest of the house but that was probably just as well as the cheaper flooring would be ripped up when she had a chance to and she didn't mind the demons gouging it with their claws as much either.

Fuck...

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Yet a mess caused had to be cleaned up, even if she admitted, quietly, just to herself, that it had made her feel a teensy little bit better to cause such destruction. Maybe that too was why the demons enjoyed abusing the furniture so much; there was a distinct sense of pleasure in observing destruction, although it was very, very rarely them that would have to clean and fix and tidy after causing such clamour. Fyr, however, didn't have anyone at all that she could boss about and growl at with a saucy wink or two that promised so much without coming through on that promise. No, she had to get down on her paws and knees and hold back her curses as she carefully picked up the biggest shards of glass from the dirty pool of water, her mind already trying to dig up just where she had left the mop. Maybe the front porch to dry? Ah, it had been worth it, regardless, she had to say.

And then cold hit her stomach as if she had swallowed a gulp of ice water that her body simply was not ready for, tail stiff and still and heart pounding. Kao. As if appearing from nowhere, he leaned back against the kitchen door, naked from head to toe with his half-hard cock dripping a cocktail of juices, slick and gleaming as if he had just pulled out of their mother. Fyr swallowed hard, forcing her eyes away, but it was hard to ignore that his dick was out when it was that obvious, the drake a strategic blue blur in the corner of her eye.

A flash of white shone from his muzzle and she flinched instinctively, although a smile was, surely, not exactly something to cringe from as if he was going to lunge at her.

"Hey, sis."

She scowled and turned her back on him, cleaning up the mess with her tail tucked down over her backside as if she didn't want him looking there. It was hard to say just what her brother was capable of but she had to remember that she was still Fyr and he was still her little brother, the younger brother. He had listened to her before and there was no real reason to suspect, she hoped, that he would treat her as her mother had. Of course, Sasha had turned in her treatment of Fyr even before she'd become a demon: that had been pre-meditated. And that was, quite possibly, the last thing that she could hope would not happen with or even to Kao. Her hopes, however, had turned out to be futile over the course of the last months, time passing as smoothly as the seasons, everything clunking and grinding together into one great big mess of a life.

"What do you want?"

The words burst from her lips a little more poisonous than she intended them to be, lashing out like the crack of a whip that, truly, she would not have had the foggiest idea of how to wield. Kao, of course, was hardly dissuaded or put off in the slightest by her snark, folding his arms across his chest, cock twitching and throbbing as if to flesh up again hard and full.

No. She dragged her eyes away, frowning with her paws wet and sweat cold against her underarms, her long T-shirt no longer seeming enough to protect her modesty and what left her vulnerable. She would not think like that, would not look at that. She could trust herself, at least, even though everything else twisted and turned around her like a hall of crazy mirrors that distorted reality - perhaps even to some semblance of the demon realm, the underworld. That was something that, blessedly, she would never have the ill-fortune to see.

"Thought you might like to see what you're missing out on, sis," he drawled, affecting an accent that neither of them had held for many, many years. "So much going on without you... Would be a shame to leave such a hot, fine dragoness like you out when you could be joining in on the fun."

Heart in her throat, Fyr took a deep breath, although her lungs only tightened further, the burning not dissipating in the slightest. Really. Oh, really... Was that how it was going to be, just how he was going to play it? He probably knew that she'd looked before but she'd seen more than her fair share of demons and played their games for long enough, holding her words back until she had exactly what she needed lined up and ready to go, wiping her paws off with a deadly, level gaze locking right onto his.

Come get it.

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But she was not goading him on to take her, simply to meet her challenge, as she pushed her shoulder blades back, throwing him the most coolly dismissive look she possibly could dredge up. The only physical tell of her rampant anxiety, the stress at the situation that had landed, once again, in her lap, was the flick of her tail that she could not still, winding itself back and forth, back and forth, as if she had become Ropes readying himself to pounce on an unsuspecting victim.

"That is really not my style," she said blandly. "Though you could make yourself useful. Fetch the mop, would you?"

She ignored him, carrying on as if she expected her order to be followed. Not that he had always been obedient when he'd been younger but that side of things, at least, was a dance that she was exceptionally familiar with, the scenario springing to her mind without even being directly called on. She could remember, so very clearly, him stropping and cursing when he was, really, too young to know such words, loudly shouting about how he shouldn't have to wash up the dishes after dinner... The trick of the matter, however, that Fyr knew with a smirk rising up in the back of her mind that she could not allow out to play, was that he would eventually do what was asked of him. Kao was all bark and no bite and that was something that she was very much counting on to play out in her favour.

The dragoness exhaled softly as he moved, bare hind paws slapping the kitchen floor and she presumed, fairly, that he was off in search of the mop that she'd asked him to fetch her. That was just why she was hardly expecting to see hard dragon dick filling her vision as she half-straightened, Kao blocking out the sunlight as he posed between her and the window, wings flared to show off just how the light fell through the soft and delicate membranes.

For the briefest of moments, her mind ground to a halt, part of her just wanting to part her lips and take that cock into her back of her mouth, suckle it deep and wanton and drain it of every drop of seed that his demonic self had to give. She was a submissive, after all, and she had been well-trained over the many months prior, although something in her clamped her jaws shut as she reeled back, falling prey to baser, safer instincts that could carry her through the very worst of times if she had the sense of self to lean on them when their assistance was required.

"If you think I'm going to do anything with that," she hissed, eyes flashing dangerously as if, in the moment, she had temporarily transformed into a dragon demoness herself. "You've most certainly got another think coming there. Not happening, bro: not in any lifetime."

Unlike the others in her family, Fyr, at least, did not feel that's he had to raise her voice at all in order to be heard, the older sister to her younger brother who had, so very many years ago (it seemed), looked up to her as an idol and a role model. Ah, how times had changed in that regard, but there was not anything she could do about that, not even with hindsight and the like on her side. There was only so much, after all, that wishing could do and there was sadly no such thing as a magic potion or the like that could turn a demon back into a mortal. Or, if there was some manner of curse that could be implemented, it was hardly as if they would hand it to her on a silver platter with a smile to go along with it.

No, that was not how her family worked, not anymore. They'd once fought and devoted themselves to each other - perhaps not Ropes as he had not been a part of the dragon clan in their younger years - but things had shifted, the demons only looking out for themselves to the exclusion of all else. And now even Kao was on their side too, the slits of his eyes seeming narrower than before, although the changes were still so subtle with him, strangely so, that Fyr may well have missed that his transformation had taken place if not for the inevitable shift in his newly feral and aggressive demeanour.

Maybe that was what scared her the most and what had her taking a step back as she swallowed hard, the lump in her throat refusing to slip away regardless of how much she grunted and worked at it. In her mind's eye, that hard lump was the head of a cock powering right up into the back of her throat, a powerful male that she could look up to standing over her with a snarl on his lips and a thrash in his tail. Every last bit of that male would be rippling power and muscle, pride oozing from him, everything she had ever wanted and, truly, had in Ropes too. That was, at least, before he'd stopped fucking her, choosing to taunt and mock instead, teasing her with what could have been while she was left with nothing more than the scraps of love and passion.

Her brother stared her down, a standoff at best, and she sweated, clenching her jaw despite the lingering soreness there. Oh, how a part of her wished that soreness was present for a sexy reason, from straining her jaws apart for too long, but she knew she had to hold strong. Everything she did would serve to define their relationship going forward and, frankly, if she could not save him from their mother, she wasn't going to _let_him treat her the same way. No... She was more than a sex object and she hoped, sincerely, that her brother saw and knew that too as he rocked back on his heels, flapping his wings as if to relieve some tension of his own there and scoffed a sound of stuffy derision.

"Psh... You're boring, sis."

He must have thought that he had better things to do, as a demon, than try to cajole her into sucking his dick, flaunting off with a sway to his tail that carried through to his hips. It was so intrinsically Sasha that Fyr could not help but shudder, although she kept her sigh of relief held back until he was out of the room again, leaving through the kitchen door - no doubt in search of other demon-ly pleasures that were far more easily obtained than from a big sister who still knew, at least in some way, how to put her foot down.

And yet the very act of defiance took every last bit of energy from her as she slumped back against the table set in the kitchen, now rickety from being rocked and abused by so many hot and sweaty bodies, seemingly one after the other at times. It had never been Fyr who had been up on that particular table, which was probably to her benefit considering just how hard demons seemed to be able to fuck one another. Nothing seemed to stop them but one interaction left her depleted of strength and energy and she slumped down to the floor slowly, not because she had been beaten down but because she simply did not have any energy at all remaining to keep herself somewhat upright.

Just a little while. She'd rest for a little while. Her eyelids grew heavy, the weight of her strange world bearing her down and down and down.

Kao never brought her that mop.

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Unable to sleep that night, despite the pleasant weather and clear skies plastered with a plethora of stars that the eye simply could not bore itself with, Fyr tossed and turned. It was a relief to be back in her bed, in a way, but she missed a warm body in there with her, her husband's fur and everything else that had soothed her to sleep in what now seemed to be another life and another time entirely. She honestly could not even remember just when the last time had been where she'd shared a bed with him, slipping from one fitful dream to another as she tossed and turned, his arms around her and tentacles securing her in place so that she could not help but truly feel safe and warm and protected and loved. Their relationship had been a strange one, even back then, but it had worked for them and that was all they had really needed, or so Fyr had thought.

But it was harder to feel safe and secure when her husband was not there with her, the bed too narrow to relax comfortably in. She should have made up another room in the house to be her bedroom but it had seemed fitting, in a way, when she'd been in a more submissive place mentally. Breaking from that to see Kao had changed things at least a little for her but she didn't quite know where she fit, coming back to reality with a shock and a bump, the cries of the demons and Scott resonating through the house late into the night. There didn't seem to be any time of day or night that they didn't want to heat things up together but she had forgotten her over the ear headphones at Kao's place and sleeping without white noise or similar had become a challenge in itself.

Fyr groaned, pressing her face into the pillow, and turned over again, tail hanging out over the edge of the bed. It was not as if that would cool her down enough, however, to relax in the slightest, scales itching as sweat tickled the space between each and every one. Ropes yowled and she knew that he was climaxing, right there in the throes of it, but she was not part of it, not part of the fun, even in watching.

She could have gone into the master bedroom, however, if she had been so inclined to sit and watch and hope that a hot length of cock-meat or perhaps even her mother's pussy had been pushed up to her lips, demanding attention. They liked to use her to clean themselves off between sessions, mocking and taunting her as she shivered and tried not to think about too much just how aroused she was, pressing her thighs together as the wetness secluded away there grew and grew.

That was fun. In its own way, of course, but fun all the same. And it was a soothing kind of thought too to think of sucking off her husband, just enough to tease her mind to the very edge of sleep where she was not as in tune with her surroundings as she was before. Such as it was that the exhausted dragoness didn't even realise that her bedroom door opened, swinging back into the frame, an intruder stalking through on light hind paws, the dragoness on the bed exposed and vulnerable. Like everything else, there was nothing she could have done to escape but there would have been a very big question in her mind all the while as to whether or not she actually _wanted_to escape when her body so clearly wanted what this particular intruder had to offer her needy cunt.

His blue eyes locked onto her and, if she'd been awake at that very moment, she would have known that she had been very, very out of line to even consider giving her brother any sort of order earlier that day.

And yet Kao was not going to tackle her into the bed, fight and scrape and scrabble and claw while he knew that she couldn't do anything at all to fight him off. No... Sasha had taught him well and, as fun as Ropes, in particular, had thought that scenario would be when it had initially been proposed, he had declined. They could have forced him but that wasn't the name of the game that he wanted to play for himself, slipping the bed sheets off Fyr's half-naked body, revealing her long, shapely legs and the rise of her breasts through an old T-shirt of Ropes' that she was sleeping in. Before, such things would not have caught his eye in the slightest but, well, it was not as if she had made it subtle when she had watched him and Chem back in the apartment...

Smirking, Kao ran his paws up her inner thighs, admiring her tremble as she shifted her legs apart even in a sort of half-sleep, not fully conscious or aware of what she was doing. She was simply prey to what her body wanted and she could not have denied, even if she had been completely awake, that her panties were wet, the little, pink slip of cotton soaked through in a very obvious, dark patch. Yes, he had seen her and he had done his best to put on a show for her, not quite understanding his own actions back then, even if all had become clear in time, lusts rising as his inhibitions fell. Watching them like that... Well, his dear sister had made it quite clear that she very much wanted it too!

She made it too easy for his tongue to brush up against her panties, tasting his sister for the very first time, but even Fyr could not sleep through something like that, startling awake with a gasp and clawing for the fur that had found their way right up into her most intimate of regions.

"Ropes! What are you doing here?"

But Kao's low chuckle as he put more of his strength into holding her down, realisation dawning on her as she suddenly squirmed and fought and shoved, screeching at the top of her lungs as if she thought that that was going to bring anyone running. He could almost 'see' Sasha in the other room, her paw between her legs - or maybe the cute stoat again - moaning and relishing in her daughter's terror, just knowing what was going down.

"Get the hell away from me! I'm not Sasha, Kao!"

That was cute: she thought she was merely a case of mistaken identity but there was so very much more to it than that as he hissed into her pussy, holding her down but enjoying the little bit of struggle he allowed her, legs held mostly immobile by the sheer strength in his paws and arms.

"Not your husband tonight...sugar."

Oh, it was entirely of Sasha's doing, a line and a word stolen directly from her manner of speaking and vocabulary, but Fyr could not think like that when she could not even breathe, fighting and thrashing and trying to slam her paws into his head over and over again. A flash of his eyes in the dim light, however, and his teeth showing briefly was enough to make her hesitate and, well, what dragoness in her right might could have possibly have resisted the delight that a demon could bring? Of course, he had an inflated sense of self-importance in that particular matter but the moment of fluttering, breathy hesitation was all he needed to shove his tongue all the way up into her cunt, slurping and lapping as her cries became a moan.

"Nooo... No! Oh...."

Easy. Too easy. He almost would have liked a challenge.

"Ka..oh... Get off! You can't do this!"

Her protests, however, fell on deaf ear, or at least ears that were deaf to any sort of being told 'no'. Her pulse bounded as if she was at the end of a race but Fyr was not yet to know what pleasures he would take from her body, admiring the form that should truly have been 'his' all along. Growling into her pussy, Kao quelled a push and grab of his horns by swirling his tongue up around her clit, the shuddering groan that rose up tentatively from her chest sung to his freshly made demonic soul in a way that nothing else had before.

He knew then that he had to have her in any way possible. And he would too. As if the dragoness thought she still had any choice in the matter!

"Thought you could use some company, sis," he growled, eyes gleaming even in the low light of the moon illuminating the bedroom. "You seemed...wakeful."

He spat the last word as if he wanted to draw attention to it but it was hardly what Fyr was focusing on as she twisted and squirmed, heart pounding and his paw forcing her thighs down against the bed. She couldn't breathe, eyes wide and staring as his tongue pushed up into her pussy, easily tugging her panties to the side as if they mattered not one bit to him. She was his to do with as he pleased but he would coax her body along with him, twisting her mind as he had known all along would be feasible and all the more delicious for having her beneath him, her moans conflicting with what her heart wanted. Maybe it was just pleasure that her heart wanted or maybe it was Ropes but he could be so very much more for her than either of those things, commanding her life and lust and having her, well...that bit would come later.

For the time being, he had a dragoness to persuade over to the dark side, simply by doing what he did best, tongue curling up against her G-spot as if Kao had already known exactly where to find that. That, of course, was all of his own doing and not entirely by Sasha's direction, pride pushing him on to pleasure, however forced it was. Of course, he was in his own mind and not really in tune with the struggles of the dragoness beneath him as he pleasured her, intent only on drawing climax from her, regardless of whether it was something that her mind wanted or not. Her body wanted it: that much was clear. It was impossible for her to hide just how he made her body feel and Fyr moaned out her lust and pleasure as he swapped his tongue for his fingers, plunging two into her cunt.

Right then and there was the telling moment as she could have tried to pull away with just one paw holding her down - and yet she did not. Sure, there was a bit of a flinch and a struggle but Sasha and Ropes had kept her denied for so long that Kao doubted that she'd even been masturbating either, needing what he had to offer so very badly that it sent an ache and a thrum through her very soul. That made it all the easier to take and tease her to orgasm, moment by moment, as he relished her submission to him, however conflicting it was.

But he was not privy for that and could only speak for how her body rocked and ground up at him, hips bumping into his nose as he growled and locked his lips lustfully around her clit, the lightness of her feminine musk overpowering his senses. Or, that was, he would have been overpowered if he had not been a demon, even if he was a demon who very much enjoyed feeding, taking sexual energy and pleasure from others over and over again. Really, he should have had Ropes do it to him long ago, although he wouldn't have wanted that cougar's cock anywhere near him back then either: not his thing. But that was just why it had come about at the right time, his mother showing him just how much better life and lust could be without inhibitions as he swirled his tongue around his sister's throbbing nub of a clit and drawing her to a sweetly screaming orgasm.

Her paws clutched at his head and his horns but she was no longer trying to shove him off as he moaned against her, growls mingling with her pleasure as he rode her out through it, sexual exhaustion thrumming through the dragoness' bones. He didn't have to be an expert on her, of course, to be able to sense how her body tried to slump back, to sink into the bed, but he did know his sister well enough from younger wrestling matches (ill-matched, truly) and fights to know when she was well and truly ready to give up the goods to him.

He shoved over her, dragging his tongue from her sex in a slurp of sexual juices, fingers slick and clinging to her body, a wet mark left on her T-shirt as he straddled her shoulders. Her head was down against the pillows but that was hardly going to hinder him as he presented his hard-on to her lips, a cocky smile quirking at his lips as he showed off for her again, this time certain that she would take what he had on offer, so very kindly, for her.

But Fyr turned her head away, chest heaving and eyes wide as she panted and tried to hold up her paws, stall him, but found his body blocking her way - blocking her escape.

"No, Kao... I don't want..."

And yet she could not even finish the sentence as he braced himself against the wall and fed his cock between her lips, driving deep to seal her complaints away: back where they belonged.

"That's what she said you'd say."

Helpless beneath him, Fyr tried to shake her head but was held in place by his aching, drooling cock as he shoved every last inch into her muzzle, the tip popping into the back of her throat. That caught her attention, forced her to sit up and take note, hacking and striving not to cough as her eyes watered viciously and the moisture trickled down her cheeks, betraying the strain. Kao, however, cared not one bit about that as he hammered in, hardly giving her a moment in which to adjust to the size of his shaft and the fact that, well, he was her brother, which had to be a shock in the first place considering what they were doing together, before taking all that she should have offered to him in the first place.

It was his right, after all, to be on top of her in the household and if she didn't learn it then she never was going to know. The seeding of his cum ploughing thickly into the back of her throat the first time was not enough, orgasm quick even as his shaft remained hard, but the second time drew more of a shudder from her, eyes half-lidded as if she was just about beginning to submit to him. He wasn't sure though as she coughed and spluttered on his cum, jamming his cock viciously back up into her throat as he snarled above her and used the weight of his hips and thrusts to pin her down, cramming every last inch of his cock that he could into her 'hungry' maw. She must have been wanting it, after all, to not fight him off and she only sunk down limply when he finally pulled back and away, chuckling as his still-hard shaft bobbed and throbbed for more, always more.

"You're a good fuck, sis... Maybe next time you'll be more willing to do something a little more, hm? But mom says that you really need your beauty rest for me now soooo..."

He left the sentence hanging as he left with a sweep of his tail, all poised for dramatic effect; perhaps he had picked up a little too much from Sasha but it was no matter to him. What mattered was the moan that rose to his back as his sister's paw went between her legs, surely, and the smile on his mother's face as she perched gloriously on the edge of the bed in the master bedroom, a smirk on her face while she wore absolutely nothing else to cover her like-coloured blue scales.

"Very good, Kao," Sasha purred, cupping his cheek with her long, slender fingers that would have been better suited to a pianist. "You are turning out to be everything that I ever wanted you to be."

Kao was not one to be so controlled, however, even though Sasha clearly held the, ultimately, dominant paw, and he pulled his head away with a cocky laugh and half-shrug of his shoulders.

"Did you really think she'd be able to resist me?"

His chest puffed up proudly, showing off the muscle there, which only seemed to be held in greater bulk and definition since he had become a demon, although he was simply nicely formed and holding himself with greater confidence than ever before. Sasha did not imagine that any normal dragoness or furry would have been able to resist him, of course not, but she had thought that her daughter would have held out a little bit longer before allowing her brother between her legs. Kao wasn't interested in hearing that though, intent only on what he desired and how his loins ached, his cock still hard and wanton, drooling pre-cum as she chanced that just a bit of Fyr's saliva remained on his achingly hard, pulsing shaft.

She couldn't help herself. Although she was the one who took her rightful place on top in everything they did, sometimes a cock like that simply did not deserve to be resisted in the slightest. And that was why she folded to her knees, sliding her paw commandingly around his thigh to pull him in closer, his cock pressing up between her lips as if it belonged there, truly. Of course, he did not have the tentacles that Ropes did to plough into the slits in her belly but Ropes was off out with some floozy that he seemed intent on knocking up (there really was no telling just how many of his cubs were running around, although he had assured her that he had not imparted any demonic influence onto them in the breeding) and not there to please her. And a demoness such as herself never did not need to feed...

Kao hissed through his teeth, rocking his hips to grind his cock up into her mouth, hips finding a driving, demanding thrust and pace that claimed her muzzle just as she wanted, although Sasha had no need to be gentle with her son. She could suck him for as long as she liked and as hard as she liked without him getting tired or sore and he didn't care if she accidentally on purpose allowed her teeth to graze his cock. His skin was tougher than that, a subtle change in demonic form, and she wrapped her tongue around his cock as she challenged him, thrust for thrust, to keep pace and form with the bobbing of her lewdly eager muzzle, moaning around him all the while.

Kao didn't care who was sucking his cock either but he did care well enough that he could thrust and power into her muzzle without fear of breaking her, relishing just how he didn't have to hold back - not like with Fyr. Sure, it was fun enough to take a muzzle that was ever so slightly unwilling (a delicious, demonic conundrum) but she couldn't suck him like his mother and the drake snarled, snapping his jaws as he tried to hunch over her head, powering in like a thing possessed. In fact, just like a true demon.

One orgasm with his mother, of course, was never enough and he howled out his pleasure while Fyr drifted into a fitful sleep, their passion hardly enough to turn such a tired, confused mind to worry and wakefulness once more. She needed her sleep and Kao filling their mother's mouth with cum wasn't going to keep her up, no matter how loud he was, moans fading to white noise for her as the demons' pleasure rolled on and on with only the moon and stars in the clear night sky outside to bear any semblance of witness to such a lewd event.

In the next room, the egg stirred, the hatchling moving against the inside, slowly but surely repositioning itself. But no one was paying attention to it as it twisted and turned back on itself, its little chest pumping and fluttering as if it was striving to breathe even trapped in the confines of a shell that stole away the very requirement for breath itself. It didn't have to worry about anything, not until it was hatched, but, even then, the hatchling itself did not know what sort of life awaited him or her.

Secluded away in the dark of the night, covered by the softest blanket of sheepskin that Fyr had been able to find for it - supposedly specifically designed to cradle dragon eggs, she was told - the hatchling seemed to sigh and rest once more, its tail pressed up against its legs, the cramped confines growing too small for what it needed for life. But its time would soon come and, until then, it could only draw the remainder of the nutrients that it needed from the egg, magic and demonic influence securing its fate and place in the mortal realm for the rest of its many, many years ahead.

Only good lay ahead for that little one, however, despite the trouble they would ultimately serve to cause...