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The Matriarch

Part Eight

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Helena sprawled back on the sofa, topless but not bottomless. She was not a dragoness that many may have expected to see, though she did try to hide her two pairs of breasts as much as she could out in public, only because she simply wasn't to be bothered with questions about things that others could have stayed quiet about. It did mean that she struggled to find clothes at times but usually a jacket over the top sorted her for college lectures.

The dragoness frowned, tilting her head back and forth. She probably wouldn't be attending those away anymore, her transfer back to her hometown in progress, though she was working online for the time being. Thankfully, it was a slower period without exams to worry about and those could be taken once she had everything set up back at home.

Home... It was strange for her to be back and there without even her mother. Helena could not remember a time when her mother had not been present, adjusting her breasts lightly, for they didn't always sit right on her body with having four instead of two. It was an annoyance that had boasted, however, many pleasures when she had been devout in exploring her sexuality back in college, the dorms allowing her to push forward and do more, simply as she was away from home. Little had she known that there was so much more to be had at home in the name of experimentation, leaning into the divinity of carnal delights like she'd never done before.

The dragoness fanned her wings out gently, reminiscent of what her mother boasted, though Fyr was not often in her mind anymore, considering the stir in her belly. Helena rested her paws on her stomach, fingers spread to cover as much as she could, though the rise there was not as obvious, as yet, as she may have liked. She'd never considered having a clutch of eggs so young before but her father's new partner, now married and official, was younger still than even her and she knew that things like that were not all that unusual. What did it matter as long as all worked out well for everyone?

"Mm..."

There were some that it didn't work out for, but Helena did not have any hand in that. When there was nothing she could do, she distracted herself, the twist of guilt pulling at the pit of her stomach. There were things there that she could do, her tail twisting back and forth, hunting down the moans rising in the depths of the house.

Ropes and Holly. Helena shivered. Where were they? The house was sizeable and sometimes she took a while to dig them out of the belly of it, wandering into the kitchen and up the back staircase, though she was more surprised to find them in her bedroom rather than the master. The skunk that was her mother, in a way, sprawled out across the bed with the heavy rise of her stomach on full show, close to giving birth, clutching at the headboard while Ropes pounded her pussy.

"Ah, yes, fuck, yeah..."

Holly's mouth hung open, the twists and curls of her green hair sprawled across the pillows, though even those were askew. It was a wide single bed but not one that was suited to the roughness of Ropes' long, powerful strokes, the cougar throwing his head back as he slammed into her, rocking and sending her belly jiggling with every thrust. He wanted it all, that much Helena could see, yet, standing in the doorway, she was not a third-wheel to the scene.

"Mmm... Yeah..."

The dragoness let her tongue hang out lewdly from her mouth as she leaned into the doorframe, paw sliding between her legs, down the front of her loose house trousers. They had been the easiest choice that morning but they were designed more like yoga pants, showing off her arse nicely even though she was not quite facing in the right direction for him to appreciate that. Her fingers pumped into her sex, not quite able to match the pace of his strokes, though she doubted that she would not go without that day. With the lust of her demon-father at play, Helena never did.

Although she was aware of an audience, Holly only cried out all the more loudly. The sheets rumpled and twisted under her as she rocked her hips up to meet him, grinding her heels down into the mattress as it bowed under their combined weights. He leaned over her, not caring for anything that was damaged in the course of their lust, a cougar who rippled with even more muscle than he had before, which they had all wondered if it was a result of all the sex he was having with Holly.

Her heart surged. She knew she was the only one in his life, thus far, who had been able to keep up with him, his perfect match. That was why he'd had to leave Fyr, for fates had already decided just how it was to be with a demon, her fur thicker and fluffier in the months of winter but betraying deeper changes within her body too. The skunk's stomach rose in a heady swell of new life, his offspring held within, the last months of her pregnancy upon her. Soon, they might have to go more gently for the final couple of weeks, but that was probably not going to stop them in the slightest. After all, she was not just a normal fur anymore but one who was able to take on a demon and come out licking his cream from her fingers at the end of it.

Ropes snarled as he pounded her, the fat length of his cock driving in over and over, stretching out her pussy around him with every stroke. He knew all that she could take and yet she seemed to manage even the most forceful of interludes that he had in store for her. His cock came barbed but they were not rough enough to cause any femfur harm, though something in the increasingly raw and ragged feral nature of Holly brought out the sharper side of him. Thus, his barbs raked through her pussy as if to stimulate her again and again, her cries rising as she climaxed on his dick without any additional stimulation at all.

The cougar could not hold back with such a hot, tight pussy clenching and squeezing around his cock, though there was no rhythm to how her cunt rippled around him. It was that erratic side of pleasure that he loved the most, the chaos of it, making it impossible even for a demon of lust like him to tell what was coming next.

And then his daughter was there as he yowled out his climax, her arms going around him, pressing in close and shoving even his tentacles out of the way.

"Need a paw there, dad?"

She smirked, chin pushed up over his shoulder, though it was just another excuse to touch him, to feel how tight and hard his glutes were as he rocked back against her, torn between grinding into one of his femfurs over the other. Helena's tail lashed as he twisted a tentacle around her neck, not tight enough to restrict her breathing in the slightest, though it was a gesture of control. There was no questioning who was really in charge around there, despite Holly being able to challenge him in some way from time to time. They were equals but she was not quite there - close, but not quite.

Maybe she would get there, maybe she wouldn't. But what Helena did know was that she still had every last bit of a say in everything as the others in her life did.

That was just how she knew that it was her turn as her father's tentacles tore her house pants from her body, leaving her naked but for her underwear. That too met a quick fate in shreds on the floor and she huffed indignantly at the thought that she would have to go out yet again to buy more underwear. Didn't Ropes have any idea of how much that stuff cost?

He threw her down on the bed face-first as the dragoness moaned out her lust, just about managing to get her knee up onto the bed, one hind paw pressed into the carpet of the floor, before his still-hard cock rammed into her. It drove deep and she cried out her climax instantly, only realising a moment later that his tentacle teased up and over her clit, taking her to that brink and beyond without her even noticing. Her pussy clenched around him, squirting and rippling, her juices flowing forth as if there was nothing there that could ever again stop them.

Her father made her feel that way, the way that no one else, not even once in her life, ever had. He ploughed into her and shoved her body forward even as Holly held her there, the skunk's lips parting to allow a lash of her pink tongue out and over her bottom lip.

"Easy there, darling," Holly purred, tail twitching up higher, her scent marking the air. "You know how hard he can thrust!"

There was a sense of fun in Holly that Helena could not have honestly have said that she'd ever had. It had been Hiss going out and getting drunk and doing things that he shouldn't have been (with Holly) while she'd studied and got out and away to college. It had seemed like the right decision at the time but she found herself wanting to be more like Holly more and more, her glutes tense and her legs aching, grinding back at Ropes the best she could ever as her "step-mother" (who she did not call mother) dragged her lips down to her wanton pussy.

All Helena could do was please her, knowing her place there and adoring the feel of the skunk's flesh under her tongue, how she could eat her father's cum out of the hot, wet sex too. She wanted to take every pleasure that she could and lean into the moment, moaning into Holly's sex, the skunk running her fingers through Helena's hair gently, teasing out one strand from the other.

"Mmmph..."

The skunk's head rolled back but she felt the dragoness shudder against her in the midst of orgasm. It was a moment that had to come through in the heat of it all, Helena's tail shoved up against Ropes' chest as he hammered into his daughter as if he would never again get the chance to. He howled, meeting Holly's eyes, for he could climax and cum multiple times over without ever running dry, his need and desire flowing over the top of everything. He knew what his need was and just where his cock needed to be buried, her hot sex tight around him.

Just like her mother...

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Maybe that was why he had dreamed about Helena, why he had been prompted to think about fucking his very own daughter by his very own wife. He was a fortunate cougar indeed that Holly had been open to something like that, though he thought too that that was merely something that one could expect when they found their perfect match in just the right way.

Her folds squeezed him as he pulled back but he did not stop climaxing, thrust straight into a second in her hot tunnel, his wife taking her pleasure from the dragon's muzzle. A long tongue like that could do wondered and Ropes leaned hungrily over Helena's back as he powered in, holding nothing back as the lewd slap of his hips ground into her backside again and again.

Passion was what a demon-cougar was all about, his tentacles twisting and writhing, yanking Helena's other leg up so that she was in just the right position for him, her pussy bare and tail lifted. There was no hole on her body that was not for him to take and yet he already knew that he had seeded her pussy well, the fruit of his loins growing in her womb. It was the passion of a lust-demon that brought such divine delights forth and he rammed in as if he had only one mission and purpose in life left to him.

And that was to breed her, over and over again, to see his dragoness swell. They did not yet know whether she would bear a clutch of eggs or live young but, based on Fyr, it would depend on the hybrid of their offspring. Fyr had done both when it worked for her, though she had said that egg-laying was easier than bearing through a live birth.

Tenderly, his tentacle hooked around Holly's paw, holding it tight. The skunk did not know why. He didn't want her to have to go through any pain in the act of giving birth.

But that would be something he could help her with when the time came, not something for him to concern himself with in a moment like that. Ropes snarled, lips peeling darkly back from his teeth as he spent a third load inside Helena, the dragoness, lips bearing down into Holly's pussy, her tail hole beckoning him. Such a hot, tight hole could not hold back its allure for him any longer in such a position as she invitingly pushed her tail up and over her back in a sensual arch, displaying her pucker.

He pulled back, the breath of a moment allowing a pause in which to gather themselves - and then he plunged back inside. There was only that moment for them and nothing else, passion pulsing through, Helena screaming as climax overcame her all over again. It was needed, release after release, muscles contracting and relaxing, bodies out of control. Before him too, Ropes watched Holly orgasm with devout lust, his jaws open as he panted heavily, tongue fluttering with the pulse of every ragged breath that he drew in. His lungs may have been tight with desire but that would not stop him as he put the full force of demonic might behind his thrusts. Holly might have been able to lend Helena a little of her steadying force but there was nothing, truly nothing, that would ever come to pass in the sense of a demon not taking what he thought he truly deserved.

Yet Helena was right where she wanted to be, crying out in passion, moaning and grunting, lost in lust. Her head tilted to the side and, eventually, she could not even lap anymore, her passion so high that the moment was beyond even her. Holly had to cradle her head to her chest, letting her nose tingle between her breasts, though her milk leaked, marking the dragoness' face too.

"Don't worry, dear," Holly murmured, already allowing more maternal instincts to rise, warming her through. "I've got you."

And so she did as Ropes claimed his daughter's arse, not for the first time, her tail twitching up against his chest as he thrust. He could claim her body as many times over as he liked and, still, Holly would be there to support her, the strange sort of daughter that she already had, for the hierarchy of their family was set.

Not a pet but a daughter...

Holly shivered.

She rather liked that thought.

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Ropes enjoyed his wife the most in the later stages of her pregnancy, the swell of her belly betraying just how full she was inside, how close she was to popping. They had another visit to the doctor booked but Ropes had something to check on, something to do with the financials that kept their family afloat. Holly had asked him about that but it was something to do with stocks and shares that he had built and built (easy to do when one was a demon as old as he was and had, in effect, lived many lives over) to pay off anything that he could have ever needed in lives going forward. To have the luxury of not needing to work while he managed that side, she wasn't about to press into it any further than she felt she had to.

"It's okay, sweetie, I'll be back right away after everything's sorted in the city," he murmured, holding her so tightly that it was as if he would not see her again for weeks, not mere hours. "I'll be as quick as possible."

"I know, I know," Holly said, her voice muffled against the fluff of his chest. "It's just hard to be without you now. I feel like I always have you around...and I like it like that too."

Ropes tilted her muzzle gently up to his, dropping a kiss on her lips.

"I know, darling, but it won't be for long. I'll take you out tonight to that Chinese place you like. That'll be easy on your stomach."

Holly grumbled.

"I can't believe I can't eat sushi while pregnant..."

Ropes smiled.

"You'll just have to enjoy it all the more afterwards."

Some things may have been difficult for her but Holly would go through it all time after time again to be able to hold him close. That was all that she wanted, to have her family with him, to take the perfect match that, somehow, she had been lucky enough to find, moaning and murmuring long into the night with more sensual passion.

Still, she had to see the back of him as he hopped into his flashier car (well, he might as well get his fun out of it when they didn't need to drive the sensible car, the truck-like one with plenty of room in the back). Holly frowned, leaning her forehead against the window as he left, though she knew that sometimes some things simply had to be done. There were realities to be had to and things in life to take care of, even when they were as mundane as merely doing the shopping.

"What are you doing?"

Helena came off a bit immature in that moment but, frankly, it was a fair question. Holly groaned as she sat up, brushing and fussing her hair back into place with her fingers, though it was not really all that bad to begin with.

"You know... I just feel so tied to him, like we were always meant to be together. It's hard when he goes. We go out together but rarely alone."

Helena cocked her head, half-shrugging.

"You're going to have to get used to it, Holly. No one can live in someone else's back pocket their whole life."

Holly pressed her lips together lightly. She'd thought that too. But that had been back when she hadn't even known who Ropes was, beyond the fact that he was Hiss' father, the cougar that she had been dating before...well...things had changed. Everything had changed the moment their eyes had met and she had been drawn to the cougar again and again. The darkness in him, the demonic side... It had never been something that she'd wanted to suppress but something she wanted to feed, pulling on his lust so that he could become more than he ever could have been alone.

That meant that they had to be together... It was something that had to be, regardless of the consequences.

Helena sat beside her in the window seat of the living room, offering her a cup of tea.

"This one's okay, isn't it? Decaffeinated?"

Holly smiled faintly.

"Yes... Though I think some things are okay to eat and drink when pregnant with a demon's offspring. You don't have to take as many precautions, do you?"

Helena shook her head.

"Mom didn't need to when carrying eggs but Hiss as a live birth was different. I was the only egg in the clutch that was fertilised, of course, though it's really weird to talk about it like that. I suppose I have to, considering..."

Helena pressed her fingers to her stomach again, though her eyes were on Holly's stomach. She wanted to be that big, but that would be something that would only come in time, with patience.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Holly said, fingers folding more comfortably around the warm mug. "We should see whether you have eggs in you or not, though I have a feeling that things will be easier for you."

"What makes you say that?"

Holly looked away, her gaze, once again, sliding out the window.

"Not sure... It's a gut feeling. You must think that very silly."

Helena looked down at her stomach, at the new life that she knew was growing in there, even if she could not feel every last drop of it as yet.

"In a way... I understand. It's different. Different now."

They needed not to say any more than that as they sat together, sipping decaffeinated tea and looking out at the weather. The day had turned dismal, a little more on the grey side, a light pattering of rain marking the outside world. Holly shivered. Maybe it was just as well that she didn't have to go out in that kind of weather, as much as she had wanted to follow Ropes. Her pregnancy tired her, despite never feeling as if she had anything at all to hold her back when it came to sex and the boudoir. That, of course, was just another way in which she was his perfect match, as corny and cheesy as that sounded.

Holly giggled, covering her lips and shaking her head when Helena looked at her with a question in her eyes. That was not one that she needed to answer, but what she was privately thinking was that it was kind of nice, after everything that had happened, to have things that were a little cheesy in her life. She needed that.

Helena let her be, leaning back into a propped up pillow, one pushed into the small of her back where an ache was beginning. That that was coming so early was another sign that she would be laying eggs and not going through a live birth, for which she was very grateful. Her tail flicked over the edge of the seat, brushing against Holly's as it hung down, tucked demurely over her rump. That they were both naked there, not worrying about who or what could see them from the outside, was just another note in daily life for them. Who was going to say anything, after all, about them being naked in their own home? Anyway, they were set far enough back from the street with the garden in front of their home and the wide driveway.

Even if they were not mother and daughter, despite that Holly was Helena's father's wife...things were comfortable between them.

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They waited until Ropes texted Holly that he was on his way home, but they all knew that there would be traffic at that time of day. They may have taken their time to relax and recover in the middle of the day but their energy was back and a wicked glee in hand.

"Mmm, no, I think I should be in that position."

"But that means he wouldn't be able to see my pussy?"

"He'll get your lips though."

Holly grinned, taking a black lipstick and a hint of red lip-liner. She knew more about make-up than Helena but didn't want to make a big deal out of it. Thus, it was far more fun to work with her "sister" on a fun look for when Ropes got home. That was all that they were there for, after all, enjoying their time together and relaxing as their pregnancies developed, for there was little else to worry them. Even Helena had come around to at least understanding what had happened between Ropes and Fyr, why things had gone down the way they had. She didn't have much of a leg to stand on in that regard anymore, however, when she was one too fucking her father and taking what had once been her mother's.

It may have been confusing but it was something that they had to let be. They didn't need to dig into each tiny little thing, throwing it out under the light and a magnifying glass. There was a sense of magic, as airy-fairy as that could have seemed, with a demon and their powers were beyond mortal understanding. In a sense, it was something too that they could simply enjoy with one another.

Helena sat still as Holly applied the make-up, though it worked a little differently on scales rather than fur. There was no powder that needed to be brushed into fur to give it a hint of a sparkle and a little extra texture, like Holly liked to play with. But there were little oils that could be painted on to define scales, more like face-paint than actual make-up, an artistry in its application that Helena could, at the very least, appreciate. She'd never been much of a one to do it for herself, however.

"What are my lips going to look like?" She mumbled, trying to talk even as Holly outlined her lips in the red, a different shade to the natural hue of her scales. "H-mmph... Holly?"

The skunk rolled her eyes.

"You'll see when you sit still for me to do it!"

Helena laughed but obliged. It was nice to have that kind of personal attention paid to her.

"I didn't have much money for this stuff before," Holly murmured, brushing light powder over Helena's softer eyelids with a delicate, feather-light touch. "So... I like to do it now. It entertains me and it doesn't strain me too much when the light one," she indicated her stomach, "is kicking and twisting inside. It's like painting too."

"Did you paint?"

"Sometimes. I couldn't afford much of that outside school before either. And you know what the art department at that place was like. Not much good to say the least of the place."

Helena grimaced.

"Yeah... I don't know how I got into college after going there. I should have gone to the private school for high school that mom and dad wanted me to go to. They had a better idea there for me but, well, I still got the grades I wanted."

Holly smiled.

"You did well to get through. And I'll be able to help all that you need when you carry on studying, of course. Please don't think you have to stop studying and learning just because you're pregnant!"

Helena started, pulling back a little. Although she caught a one-sided glimpse of herself in the mirror to her left, she did not pause to take in the whole transformation at that moment.

"You're going to take care of them? But I thought I could just study from home then?"

Holly was already shaking her head.

"Hel, you can do what you like there. But it's your future and your life too, though I'd love you to stay here. If you want to go away to study, that's your choice. If you want to study from home, that's your choice too. Whatever you want to do, you'll be taken care of."

Helena swallowed hard, taking a moment, her reflection staring back at her. She didn't even remember turning to face the mirror. The dragoness that looked back was stronger, more beautiful, though her natural look shone through, the red of her scales highlighted and even drawing the eye down to the yellow ones that ran from the underside of her jaw down her chest. Her breasts were bare, of course, but the fake nipple piercings there were a kinky and cute touch (yes, both at the same time), a hint of what she could have, now that so many avenues in life were opened up to her. Not nipple rings, like those were, but maybe neat little barbells there would suit? Her lips were defined and powerful, the perfect lips to fuck, and she was every bit the dragoness she wanted to be for her father on his return home.

"You're gorgeous."

"Thanks, Holly."

She was, in her way, which was the best thing of all, all that she could have ever wanted in that moment and all that had come before. She had support there and a choice, even though she had wondered, for a moment, whether she didn't have any choice or support there at all. That had been clearly proven to not be true and, whereas her father was the head of the household, there was still a sense of control over her that she enjoyed. Did she need to worry about anything more than that when there was so very much more reason for her to love and enjoy?

She had everything she could ever want there.

Yet their conversation had to be cut short with a very brief, not so tearful, hug, the skunk's stomach pressing up against Helena's as she leaned in a little too close. The front door opened, making them jump, even though they had not even heard his car pulling onto the drive, rushing and giggling and hastening to pose themselves attractively across the master bed.

"Here, put your arm like this."

Hel grinned, showing Holly what she meant. When it came to seeing Ropes' point of view as to how Holly was sprawled out for him, she had a better position to tell what worked and what didn't time, however, was so very shockingly limited that they could not do more than try, giggling and twisting until they were as they wanted to be, Helena on her back with Holly on all fours, as her tail went more neatly up over her back than it did for the dragoness.

They were exactly as the cougar would have wanted them to be if he'd had any say in how he found them, both femfurs naked - well, but for Helena. The dragoness had chosen the world's skimpiest thong to cover her delicates, which, to say the least of it all, did not cover very much at all. With her pussy on show with the thin string of the form digging between her folds, Helena draped her tail inviting down over the bed, a claw tugging that very string a little more to the side - as if she had even needed to put any more of her body on show than there already was!

No one could tell just which of them moved first but all they knew was Ropes' tentacles twisting and writhing around them, the bed dipping, swaying, tilting every one of their positions askew. Holly bounced with a laugh on her lips, her cougar moving over her, though it was the _fuckable_lips of his daughter that he was aiming for, tentacles disrobing him of the shreds of clothing that had, once, been a pair of black trousers and a white shirt. Terribly boring and smart for the cougar but, well, some things had to be sacrificed when it came to such things as doing business as he had been.

"I can't believe I took so long when I had _this_waiting for me..."

Without any prompting, his cock was already hard as he dragged Helena down on his cock, on all fours and clumsy in position, though such fine details did not matter one bit at a time like that. All he needed was the sweet, succulent softness of her lips sliding down over his cock, leaving a hint of a smear of lipstick in the wake of them. His heart surged, his gut twisting, drinking in her lust and desire for him as quick as anyone may have liked. He could feel it, feeding off it, though it would never satisfy him as much as drinking in Holly's sexual energy would the skunk renewing it all as quickly as he could take at least some of it for his own.

His shaft rammed into the back of her throat but, thankfully, a dragoness' muzzle was more than long enough for that not to be too forceful, his need rising, rampant and forcing his crotch up against her nose. She squealed as her nose was half-crushed, more make-up brushing down his cock and into the fur of his crotch, though it was an exhilarating feeling still indeed to know that she was so alluring that he could not hold back from her even then.

His tentacles were far from idle as they lifted Holly, quite easily, up in the air over the bed, turning her around so that her backside faced Hel and she had the best view of the skunk's holes being ploughed, as much as she had to roll her eyes up to see. It was something that she yearned for herself, her pussy soaking wet and the thong slick between her folds, straining for release as her tail even curled around to tickle her clit with the tip. Just a little bit of stimulation, a tiny drop, she would take it all for herself while Ropes' tentacles worked and worked, holding his wife carefully even as he filled her. There was no stopping the pound and drive of those tentacles once they had begun, two squirming into the skunk, one stretching her pussy while the other took the pucker of her tail hole. They were relentless as they twisted and thrust, devout in the oh so very personal attention that they paid to Holly, the skunk's tail twitching and flicking as she obviously climaxed again and again on them.

Helena shivered, gulping down her father's dick. There was nothing like a bit of double-penetration, even if she did say so herself, to wrap up the day. She yearned for it all the more as her tail pushed into her own pussy, breaking through the thong that sprang free and hung torn around her hips, useless for anything but a remnant of what lust had brought to her. Her father grabbed her hair and dragged her to him and she adored the rough treatment as much as anything else, hips working, rising, grinding back onto her very own tail as if it was the only thing that could give her any pleasure anymore.

The skunk could do nothing but take his tentacles deep, one even managing to squirm up between her breasts, though that didn't seem right. There was one in her pussy, another in her tail hole, one in her mouth...and more on Hel too? There were too many for the time that they knew and understood, groaning out loud, more and more tentacles erupting in demonic fashion from between the demon-cougar's shoulder blades as he lusted all the more.

He was not like them, even though Holly was the only one in the world for him that would claim the first and foremost part of his attention. His queen, his matriarch, the one who brought out his true side, snarling and twisting, writhing and yearning. He powered into Hel's maw, using her as his eyes feasted on Holly, watching how she bucked up into his tentacles, another thrusting into both her pussy and her anal ring, respectively, spreading her open, stretching her wide, forcing her, willingly, to accept everything he had to give. It was needed, so very much, and his black lips peeled back from his teeth as he yowled, ejaculated and spilling a load into the dragoness' maw.

She was like her mother, in a way, but more so made for him, being half-demon herself. Maybe that side would come out in Helena more and more, though he'd love his daughter all the same, either way. Not even Ropes could have anticipated just how things in his family would have changed, come to sweet fateful paths in the end, but there was no going back after such deeds had been done.

Sometimes, he thought that he had thought about Helena in the first place was because she looked so much like her mother but with a wilder nest of yellow-blonde hair. That set her apart from Fyr and he hissed through his teeth, still thrusting, one orgasm done and leaning ravenously into the next, tentacles twisting around and between her two pairs of breasts.

So soft...

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They really were. Gently malleable under the touch of his tentacles, her breast formed to his touch, giving willingly to him even as the dragoness grunted. Her tail thrust fervently and he smirked to see her so lustful, the desperation of her need only making him want to fill her more.

Just why should he resist that?

Laying Holly down on the bed, he put them side by side, his best femfurs on all fours and grinding back at him. With their rumps pressed together, offering up their holes to him, they whimpered and moaned, putting on a smirking show for him, though Ropes would have been a fool to not see just how they eyed up one another, holding back their giggles despite the lust coursing and pulsing between them.

Holly panted heavily, her hair hanging over into her face as she squeezed in against Helena, though it didn't really matter which of them Ropes fucked first. It did, in the end, go without saying that his daughter would come first, if only because it was Holly that had already had multiple orgasms under the force of his tentacles. As Ropes ploughed into Holly, driving deeply into the succulent folds of her sex, Holly was treated to the stuffing force of his tentacles, her cougar-lover seeming larger and more dominant than ever in the moment.

But it was the skunk who could take the roughest of his thrusts, her body rocking and grinding back and forth, despite the rough force of his tentacles thrusting within. Any other femfur would have been thrown off the bed entirely with how hard he powered into her and yet she found herself only relishing in it as she howled out her climaxes, one after the other. There was no stopping them when she yearned for them so hungrily, panting heavily, no longer with a tentacle in her maw but moaning out her desire for him, her husband.

There was no one else that would ever match up to him.

On and on, they fucked, Helena squealing as he took her pussy, her father's shoulders larger, rounder, muscle thickening up all over his body. He was more feral then than he had ever been before, snarling and hissing, his tentacles writhing, though her face was pushed down as she relished in the pounding force of his cock. It was all that her mind could lock onto in that moment as she screamed out through yet another climax, losing track of ecstasy pulsing and pounding through her, no moment discernible in the mess of chaos that was pleasure.

The time there was for them, the release of pleasure like nothing else washing over them. The dam had broken and it was up to them to deal with the floodwaters, the rising tide carrying them up and away with no end in sight. When Ropes was done with Helena, he grunted thickly and moved straight over to Holly, shoving into her pussy without even dragging his tentacle out first of all. A tentacle wrapped around the root of Hel's tail helped keep her backside hefted up high for him, the folds of her pussy gleaming with his juices. They were not needed there and yet the creamy filling was something more of the bond between them, Helena panting and heaving even as Holly cried out her lust right in her ear.

The moment stretched out, her pussy so sore, yet she was hardly aware of the moments passing, Ropes swapping from one to the other, Holly groaning deep in the back of her throat as he penetrated her tail hole. With her huge, swinging stomach, he cradled her gently with his tentacles, though he didn't need to worry about her at all. She was his queen and his matriarch and her stamina would match up to him, the strength in her body growing day to day even though there was little change in her body that could not be explained away.

The changes... Oh, those were internal. Those would be seen on the inside in the tenor and cry of her moans as he ploughed her full.

And now he had his loving daughter to make his little family, for the time being, complete.

Collapsing in a tired heap of fur and scales on the bed at the end of it all, it would not be long before Ropes and Holly were ready to go again, even as Ropes' tentacles lazily played with his daughter's stretched holes.

"Mmmph, dad..."

He smirked.

"Yes, Hel..."

She groaned.

"Don't stop..."

And so it was that he teased and toyed with her, his tentacles twisting and grinding in her holes while the dragoness did not even have the strength in her legs to push her body up off the bed. That the sheets would need changing too was yet another problem that would have to be dealt with later, though they had all seen that such things went quicker and easier when they did them together. For the public parts of the house...the maid service would take care of the general chores. Ropes especially did not want either of them to go through any undue stress while they were pregnant, after all.

Holly snuggled into her cougar's chest, lazy in the afterglow and tingling for more, her tail flicking up lightly.

"I love you so much."

"And I love you too," he purred, kissing her forehead. "I wouldn't want this to be any other way."

With his tentacles enveloped in a dragoness' willing holes, Ropes knew that to be true.

Now that he had found his matriarch, there never again could be anything at all wrong in his life.