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Seducing His Father

Chapter Nine

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Ropes panted, moving over his wife, though it seemed like so long since his cock had been inside her. His eyes glowed, the pale irises ghostly in the dark, with exotic lust, tentacles writhing, twisting around the dragoness' thighs to drag her thighs apart.

Fyr moaned.

"Oh, Rooopes!"

There was no one else home, just the two of them, but that was only one of many reasons why he was taking his wife that night, cock ploughing deeply up into her wet snatch. He could not have denied that his wife was beautiful, that much was certain, though middle-age had plumped out Fyr's hips and waist a little, giving her curves that she had not quite boasted in her younger years. She was by no means the same dragoness that he'd married, but the demon loved her all the same, perhaps even more than he had done when they'd first met.

But what his wife did not know was that he was fucking anyone and everyone else that he pleased, the demon of lust and debauchery needing to take others, needing to take more and more to satisfy his lusts. She had known that, in a way, when they'd gotten together, but whether she had been a fool for so many years or simply turned a blind eye to it all was another question entirely.

Still, her wetness around him, slickening down his cock, drove him on, thrusting and grinding, her hips trying to lift even as he slammed in, bearing them down to the bed.

"Ohhh!"

She cried out for him, clinging to him, claws digging in, but he relished in the sharp prick of sensation, dragging in a gasp, need flaring up thick and fast in a way that not even a demon like the cougar could control. Fyr may have been before him but his mind was elsewhere, thinking of a sexy skunk - the very skunk, in fact, that was the girlfriend of his son and currently carrying their offspring.

That was something, however, that he would keep secret from Fyr, like so many other secrets that the dragoness would never become privy to.

It mattered but it didn't, at the same time. Only a demon could rationalise something like that, but Ropes had had so long of living as a demon, since he'd been born, that it was natural to him. His thought processes were not like others and that was just how he could imagine, with a clear conscious, that the curvy dragoness under him was, in fact, a skunkette whose stomach would soon plump out with evidence of their offspring and tryst.

He growled, ramming in all the harder, using his tentacles to lock her legs up around her hips, pinning her in place better than any bondage. Fyr moaned under him, but he plugged her muzzle with a third tentacle, shoving it into the back of her throat so that she had to concentrate on not gagging, though her pussy slickened wantonly under his rougher treatment. She'd always liked that, even if he had never gone as rough with his wife as he could have done.

Yes... Yes, Holly was his newest lust and squeeze, the one that he wanted to fuck, to breed, to see swell with his offspring again and again. He growled, the bed squeaking under the force of his thrusts, muscles bunching, bulging, more feral with Fyr than he even felt he had been before. Ropes simply could not help himself and neither did he want to, the evening growing on into the night while they made good on their "romantic" night together.

She'd had no idea, of course, that he had been fucking Holly ("helping" her) before he'd come home, Fyr slaving away over a candlelit dinner for the two of them. Maybe Hiss was even fucking Holly right at that moment and the thought spurred him on, smirking at the knowledge that the fruit of his loins was already inside Holly. His son would not be able to match up to him, though he had not really had the chance to, considering that Holly, of course, made him wear a condom every time.

That was where he was different to his son, better than him, though maybe the half-demon would learn in time. That was for him, however, and not Ropes, the cougar snarling, dark lips peeling back from his teeth as Fyr moaned, climaxing on his cock. The sexual prowess of a demon of lust was not to be denied as his uncut length pleasured her, his fourth and final tentacle finding her clit and teasing it, sending her into blasting, pulsating climax after climax as he wantonly and willingly manipulated her body to his demands.

It would have been better if he'd been fucking Holly. She could go for longer, longer and more lustful, fertile too, Fyr moaning as he slipped out of her, the dragoness practically comatose on the bed. Yet that only offered him the chance to flip her over onto her stomach for a tighter fit, Fyr moaning weakly, though she still willingly lifted her tail out of the way for him. A tentacle delved sweetly into her sex, spreading it out, though she was no longer "tight" down there, not in the way that someone much younger than her was. It was simply a fact of ageing, her body becoming used to a partner, changing after pregnancy and childbirth.

"Yesss..."

He hissed as he pushed into her, a tentacle guiding his cock while Fyr squeaked, near enough comatose with pleasure, the dragon's maw open and her tongue hanging out as he shoved her forward. With her nose pressed between the pillows it may have been difficult for her to breathe but there was more to come, Ropes seeing more than the dragoness that he had married and imagining that the fluffy skunk's tail was flicked up against his stomach and chest, pushing over his shoulder.

She was beautiful, so soft, her green hair splayed across the sheets in a halo, though that was not his wife, not the wife he knew, his imaginings flickering between that and reality, changing the images that he saw in his mind's eye. He fucked his wife with the raw abandon with which he would take Holly, stretching out her pussy, again and again, plunging deep, cramming his cock deeply up into her without considering her pleasure.

It was a good thing that came as par for the course, considering her hotness squeezing him, rippling and massaging, the need of it all spiralling out of control. Fyr moaned, however, dragging him on, though the tightness of her pussy, better in such a position with his cock sliding deeply up into her, touching her innermost barrier with every, body-shaking thrust, was alluring enough for him to ignore that it was not Holly's moan.

He couldn't help the object of his lust, not really, though he didn't need to tell himself that, not as he groaned, thrusting harder and faster, pinning her down with his paws as he leaned heavily on her shoulders. The dragoness did not mind - at least from the tenor of her rising moans - as he crammed himself into her, fucking her like a savage who was not in his right mind. Maybe a demon like him had never been in his right mind, not in the way that mortals were.

He could not resist, slamming in, her pussy contracting and pulling around him as he yowled out his releasing, climaxing at the same time as his wife, though he only saw the skunk. In his mind's eye, she was down on her knees before him, sucking his cock deep into the back of her mouth, slurping around him, winding her tongue around the head of his uncut length, sucking down his cum. She was the best that he could have, in that time, and a demon like him would always long for what he could have above all else - the best of the best, that was, and never stopping to settle for second-best under any circumstances.

Fyr, however, could not go for as long as him, softening, slipping down into the bed under him. She moaned out his name, but the cougar had to be gentler with her, his cock pumping within her, spilling rope after rope of thick cum. It would not impregnate her, however, not with how difficult it had been for her to fall pregnant before, to the point that both thought that she had become infertile after having their children. Maybe it was just the interspecies relationship at play there, but it could not be ignored too that Ropes had had absolutely no trouble at all impregnating Holly with only a couple of times going bareback inside her soft, hot snatch.

Fyr could believe what she believed. They had two children and that was all that mattered, for there would not be demons of fertility that could match up to his breeding lust and prowess, fucking again and again, drinking in the slurping sweetness of dark sexual energy. It wound around him and yet never filled him up with Fyr like it did with Holly, leaving him hard and wanting, his cock refusing to soften while he was inside her.

"Ropes... Oh..." She groaned, lifting her head weakly from the pillows, eyelids dragged down with tiredness. "Sore..."

He had to respect that, had to draw out, as much as it made his guts ache to do so. He didn't want to leave her sweetness, even though there could be more, elsewhere, for him, if he played his cards right. He didn't have to be there with Holly physically, after all, to get a little top up of her sexual energy, smirking even as he kissed his wife goodnight, the dragoness conking right out after a couple of glasses of wine and a good pounding.

He left her there, comfortably snoozing, though the hot rush of water over his fur, plastering it flat to his body, could not take him completely away from his need. His cock was too hard to bear, even for a demon who should have been more in control of himself than he was, but he did not bother stroking it, for doing that alone would not bring him the lustful satisfaction that he sought. Neither would the cool shower, but it felt good anyway, water droplets clinging to his whiskers as he leaned back against the cold tiles.

Of course, Fyr was still fast asleep when he returned, the cougar's heart warming for her, dropping a light kiss on her cheek. Not that she would have been awake enough, surely, to do anything with his hard prick if she had woken and gotten her second wind in any way, for he knew his wife well enough by then to know and understand her limitations too. That was not her fault, as it was simply how she was, growing older and needing more time to rest than he did, as active as she still was. Age meant different things to a demon, seeing the years that stretched out behind and in front of him with a different tint to the lens.

With his dick that hard and not wanting to jack off, again and again, without any real satisfaction, he paced the house restlessly. It was good that it was empty, for he did not have to keep his ears pricked, concerning himself with Hiss, though Ropes made a mental reminder to congratulate him on moving in with his girlfriend, maybe a case of beer for him. His son deserved it for all that he had done in life, though his feeling of pride in Hiss was perhaps misplaced, considering just what Ropes was doing with his girlfriend.

No one said that life was not complicated. Living life as a demon was, maybe, even more so. Who was to tell?

He wandered, sat on the sofa for a bit, watched some TV while he kicked his hind paws up. Completely nude, his bare shaft softened a little, though remained a little plump, as if his body wanted to be ready for something that, unfortunately, was not to be in the grip of his lustful claws that night. Ropes sighed, arm flung over the back. If only Fyr could satisfy him like she had done before... But not even she knew that, when they'd first gotten together, he'd been seeing someone else. As with the relationship that followed, cheating, back then, had been as prevalent as ever, as it had been for his entire existence.

Ping!

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His phone chirped and he glanced down at it, though it could only be someone close to him texting that late at night, shifting his weight on the old, comfortable sofa cushions as his whiskers quivered with his smile.

Holly: You awake?

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The cougar's grin grew.

Ropes: Yeah. You okay, babe?

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He wondered how she was doing, though that was the whole point in asking the question, the secrecy and "newness" of their covert relationship making his fur tingle, standing up on end. Even his tail puffed out a little into a bristle-like demeanour, though that was something that everyone else always laughed at him for.

Holly: Yeah, just a bit sick. I thought morning sickness was meant to be in the morning? Well...

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His lips twisted in sympathy. If only he was there to help her, but not even Hiss knew that she was with child yet, leaving Holly on her own down there, the first night in their new place, to deal with it on her own.

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Ropes: Fyr was the same, it hit her at strange times. Your body needs to adjust... It'll all be worth it though, sweetie.

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Oh, how he wanted to soothe her, to wrap his arms around her, to let Holly know that it was all going to be okay, even if a smart young femfur like her most likely already knew that for herself too. She would be fine, but he wanted to be there for her, something in him pulling for her, warming for her, wanting to care for her just as he had, and still did differently, cared for Fyr through her pregnancies all those years ago. Maybe it was a demon thing...

Ping!

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But it was not a message that his phone lit up with that time, but a picture of Holly laid up against the wall of her hallway, fetchingly draped, her eyes sparkling with delight. Her nightwear top, which he had seen several times already in rather "naughty" poses, had been pulled down under her tits, letting her naked breasts swell lusciously over the top like melons that, even with her frame and figure, could not possibly be contained.

Ropes groaned, licking his lips.

Fuck...

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Oh, if only he could.

Ropes: You look so hot... You're going to look even hotter when you're showing.

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Holly: Maybe if you show me the goods, I'll show you even more.

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He could, oh, he would, letting the light of the TV act as the only illumination as he held his phone still, elbow tucked in for the most stable picture in the low lighting of the living room. He snapped the picture, his dick, of course, having sprung back to full mast while his lusts were high, the image of Holly's tits all that he'd needed to get hard and randy all over again. She did it to him all quite naturally.

The cougar pressed send, stomach churning, excitement pulsing through him. Ropes doubted that he had the capacity to be nervous, but the feelings were still similar in how they presented themselves physically, teasing his cock with the tip of a claw, pre-cum bubbling up in a single, creamy droplet at the tip.

Holly: Nice show, cat.

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Of course, she was true to her word, snapping another picture and sending it, that time of her pussy, her fingers dipped into her sex. Ropes chuffed a low groan in the back of his throat, paw closed around his cock, though it was harder to text one-pawed to her than it had ever been before. Yet another thing that Holly could not help but seem to influence him regarding.

He sent her another picture back, showing his dick hard and ready, how that bead of pre-cum still clung tenaciously to the tip.

Holly was quick to reply, somehow managing to stretch her arm far enough back to show her backside, squeezing her arse with the paw that was not holding her phone. It had the added effect of making her butt look plumper and rounder, even more fuckable than she already was to him. The cougar quivered deliciously, squirming in place.

One more photo from her, one of her flat stomach - a precursor to her body changing and one of many that would show just how she plumped out with his offspring. It was the promise of something more and the cougar groaned deep in the back of his throat, tail flicking while his tentacles writhed.

Ropes: You don't even know how goddamn hot you are.

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Holly: Only when you tell me.

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He had to tell her, focusing his phone on his cock, though femfurs had more to show off than males, or so Ropes personally thought. Recording, his paw slid fervently, desperately around his hot length, the interaction feeling so much more satisfying to him, even though Holly was elsewhere. It filled him up a little more, swirled around in his gut, showing her, visually, with his jerking off video, just how hot she made him for her from a distance. In others, that could have been considered a point of vulnerability, but never for the two of them, not as they were together.

In a way...someone could have called them a perfect match. And no one could have told just what would have happened if they had come together before he had met Fyr, another age and another time pairing them up.

Maybe in an alternate universe...

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He sent the video to Holly without climaxing, though it took an effort to hold back, teasing himself, taunting, desire curling in the pit of his stomach like some kind of wild beast that yearned for release. His tentacles writhed, helping him out but gripping and stroking his cock while his paws held his phone, though the next message that pinged up after the video had his hackles rising.

Holly: I can't take this. Can you talk?

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Ropes' eyebrows shot up. Talk? Oh, that could be even kinkier, though he didn't want to do that from the living room, not with the bedroom directly above. As shattered as Fyr was from wine and sex, he didn't want to push his luck, not when he so very clearly had such a good thing going for him, making his way through to the kitchen, which was a little further away.

Maybe even a little more cautious still. The laundry room?

It was funny to be there, without anyone else, but he leaned against the wall, perching up on top of the washing machine, dialling her number. Still, he had not put it in his phone, though it would have been considered more suspect to not need to dial her number, to be fair. No one was there to see.

She answered without the phone ringing a single chime.

"Hey, sexy."

He purred, leaning back, his shoulder blades braced against the wall.

"Fancy speaking to you at this time of night," he rumbled softly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Oh, he could be suave and sweet when it suited him, though he had to be with the right one for that to come out in him. He wasn't a cougar, after all, that targeted just any prey. Holly had been a challenge and had fought him as much as she'd lusted for him, their dance of sexuality pinging back and forth from one side to the other.

"Where are you, Holly?"

"In the living room," she breathed, appearing short of breath. "Hiss... Mmm... He's sleeping."

"Are you masturbating?"

It was a silly question really as he already had his tentacles stroking his length, teasing it, pumping it, though he only wished that it was possible to keep his voice down to talk to her and show her what his cock was doing right then and there too. Even a cougar like him could not have it all, as much as he wanted it, playing the line between the eroticism of her breath and something more, moaning, whimpering, grunting so very softly.

"Yeah... Yeah, Ropes. Thinking of you, cougar, you know that."

"What, your boyfriend didn't fuck you tonight, hm? You should have come here..." He grinned, squeezing the base of his cock, his tentacles pulling the skin back from the head, showing off his uncut length only to himself. "I fucked my wife until she passed out. That could have been you. Pity..."

"Ohhh, damn you, cat, damn you."

He didn't quite know why she was calling him "cougar" and "cat", but he rather liked it, without needing to know the reasoning behind it. It was hot, bringing another added edge to their liaison, the heat between them something tangible despite the distance that lingered between them at that moment. They'd exchanged sexy and kinky photos and text messages before, of course, but there was something different about phone sex, of hearing the catch in her voice as her fingers surely dipped into her sex.

"Ohhh..."

"Tell me what you're doing, Holly. Imagine it's me doing it to you..."

There was an air of command in his tone, but a lazy one, knowing that, regardless of anything else, he would be obeyed. It was a flirt and a tease and a shifting of the playful boundaries between them, the two of them seeing, only gently, what kind of play would be accepted between the two of them. Ropes growled even as Holly moaned, lips surely parted, though the cougar wished that it was his tongue delving between them, plundering her mouth while his cock sank into something even more succulent.

"Oh, yes... Yes."

Her voice came more faintly, though he could not tell whether that was from arousal or whether she was simply trying to remain quiet. It didn't matter, not as he imagined that he could hear the frantic beating of her heart, arousal coursing through, regardless of the distance between them. Even that could be overcome with the right words, the sweetening lust of words pouring through, closing that gap.

"I'm sliding my fingers into my pussy, cougar," she murmured. "Can you hear it? You should..."

Maybe, maybe a little, but his overactive imagination filled in the gaps for him. He could hear the sloppiness of her pussy, not because she was particularly loud or anything but because he simply felt that he knew her that well. He could imagine how it sounded, the slurp of her folds trying to close around her fingers, her body clenching, tensing, trying to draw her deeper inside even then. He grunted deep in the back of his throat, rocking his hips, and she heard him too, the moment shared between the two of them, as much as he wanted to know something more too.

But there was patience in the tease too, phone sex being an old-fashioned kind of thing then, but something that held an appeal too. It could be roused to fresh delights as his achingly hard uncut length throbbed deliriously, each pump of blood making it tremble, twitching as if it was pulling from deep inside.

"I can feel you," she whispered. "Pushing...ah...into me. Oh, you feel so much better than Hiss... You know how to treat me...unff...right."

It was her groans that did it for him, the cougar shivering. To think that she still found him hotter and more appealing than her boyfriend, even while Hiss was sleeping in the next room... That was better than Ropes ever could have imagined, tail lashing the air, clutching the phone to his ear, letting out a hot chuff of breath even then. He should have been in better control of himself, the washing machine creaking under him, the plastic housing a little cracked down the side, though the vibrations of the machine running did more wear and tear to the appliance than him merely sitting on top of it.

"Talk to me, Holly. Tell me what you feel."

"I feel..." Her voice came out huskily, as if she could not control herself, not even then. "I feel my pussy, how soft I am inside... God, I want you to fuck me so badly right now. I could ride you, I bet Hiss wouldn't even wake up if you fucked me in the same bed."

Ropes groaned, tail flicking, the darker tip curling back and forth constantly, with as much of a mind of its own as his tentacles.

"Yeah, baby, I'd fuck you so good. You lean back now, relaxing, pump that pussy full of my dick..."

He knew that it was not really his cock driving into her, but Ropes made it seem that way all the same, grunting, groaning, driving her on. The demon in him relished in the feeling of turning someone else on so much that they were helpless with lust for him above all else, though there were so many things that came into play there that not even his mind could cling to one alone to the exclusion of all else. He grunted, purring for her, letting the trembling vibrations curl sweetly over the phone line to her, his sweet skunk, his pregnant skunk.

He didn't think she'd make it a month after giving birth before he'd knock her up again. So fertile... And his loins, as they always were, so very virile.

"Yeah... Oh, I think I'm close. Mmmph... What... What are you doing?"

It was strange to let his imagination have to fill in the gaps in such a way and yet exciting at the same time, tentacles pumping his cock, scooping up any drops of pre-cum that oozed forth and using them to lubricate his shaft even better. With one of his tentacles bobbing playfully before his muzzle, Ropes gave it a cheeky wink.

"Stroking that hot rod you love so much, baby... Up and down, slowly... Harder. I know you love riding me like that, slamming your hips down, grinding onto me, taking every bit of my dick you can. You just can't get enough of it, can you?"

Holly moaned, the slop of her fingers jamming themselves too frantically, too roughly, into her cunny rising by the second.

"Ohhh... No, no, I can't. I want it, Ropes, I want you to fuck me, breed me again."

The hiss of desire in her voice seemed calculated, but that only excited him all the more. Oh, she thought she could wrap him around her little finger, control him too, but it was not the case, not when they were both on the same page, both together. But the dance was what kept things interesting between them, back and forth, his tentacles working over his uncut cock producing that tell-tale fap fap fap sound of a male in need jerking off. It was oddly alluring, even to Ropes, the only small sound in the otherwise empty house, the electricity breaker box in the corner of the laundry room humming away.

No one there to hear him, no one to disturb, only him and Holly. And that was all that mattered as he whispered to her down the phone line, telling her how hot she was, how big she was going to grow with her offspring.

"You'll not tell him it's not his," Ropes hissed, tentacles squeezing his cock, excitement growing more and more. "He'll never know... But you'll know, every time I fuck you, even while Hiss is near. He doesn't need to know, not when it's me you want for that, right, Holly?"

For the relationship side of things was one thing while sex was another entirely - something that a demon would always be able to separate and differentiate, while mere mortals tangled and tied themselves up into knots in the effort to work it out. They always would, however, not understanding the kinkiness of being able to "take" a female away from a male, though never against their will, of course. It wouldn't have fed him, as a demon, if he had fucked Holly against her will, though persuading her initially that he was after more than a quick flirt and a tease, well...that had been the challenge.

"Keep the secret as your belly grows and everyone adores you, not knowing they are _mine_too."

Holly gave a muffled cry and then no more words could so easily come from her as she climaxed, arching her back, bucking and grinding, her need unparalleled. It had to come, for there was no holding her back, Ropes growling, gripping his cock, holding off, though that was harder than he could have imagined with her climaxing, what felt like right there next to him. He could hear her pants down the phone line, clutching it tightly to his ear, purring into it, encouraging her on.

"Yes, baby, cum hard for me... Think of me inside you..."

But that was one time that Ropes was not in control of it and could not thrust, growling, powerless where he was. Yet the power was there in the strung-out tension between them, what brewed and bubbled to the surface time after time, though there was little at all that could be done about that. There was sweetness there, romance too, though it was that heated snarl of passion that they lusted and longed for above all else, something more that transcended the bond that Holly even had with Hiss.

"Oh... Yes... Fuck, Ropes..."

"Quiet, baby, quiet, you don't want Hiss to hear you."

Neither of them wanted that, squeezing his own cock as he leaned back, the sharpness of his shoulder blades jutting out against the wall. In the dark of the night, an owl hooted outside and the washing machine yet again creaked under him. He grunted thickly, Holly's pants filling his ears, stroking his cock slowly, languidly, keeping himself right where he needed to be, on the edge.

"Did you cum, honey?"

She simpered down the phone and the cougar could see her in his mind's eye, sprawled back, her fur a mess, hair tangled in a halo around her head. The skunk may as well have had devil horns for the way she acted, the heat in her breath palatable even down the phone line.

"Nearly..." Ropes grunted. "Do you want me to cum for you, baby? Feel a hot load of my seed inside you again?"

"Oh, yesss..."

She hissed and he could only give her what she wanted, rocking his hips, grunting and chuffing, though even he had to try to keep it down, out there in the laundry room. It should have been private and safe enough, but the risk still had to be mitigated, keeping the lustful tryst between the two of them secret for as long as possible. They had so much more to experience, of course, and Ropes still had so much more to teach Holly, as curious as a demon could be to see just how things continued to develop between them.

He didn't know. He'd never found anyone quite like her before, for each relationship he latched onto in a similar vein, even the one he'd had and still had with Fyr, was different. Their sexual energies all had a different flavour to them and he purred throatily as he massaged his cock, whispering to his sweetheart with the tongue of the devil down the line that connected them.

"Going to cum so hard for you, baby, I'm not going to hold this one back..."

"Ah, do you ever?"

That much was certain as Ropes muffled a yowl by clenching his jaw, nipping the inside of his cheek in his haste to quiet himself, but the lashing of his tail, catching the cable of the washing machine, could not be quelled. He could barely direct his loud of cum as Holly encouraged him on, moaning and groaning for him, her breathless cries whispered and even more erotic for it. His seed poured forth, spurt after spurt, splattering his crotch and lower abdomen in his essence. Some could have said that it was wasted there, but there was nowhere better for him to spend his seed when he had his sweetie on the line with him, craving it, panting so hotly and heavily for it.

"Ah, honey, I gotta go clean up."

"Come see me in the morning," she purred, as lustful and kinky as any feline, just like Ropes. "Hiss will be at work after ten, for a bit... Something... A short shift?"

Neither of them knew how long Hiss would be out for, but it was more than enough opportunity for the two of them to come together, which was all they needed.

But when they went back to bed that night, a sweatier mess than they had left it originally (even in Ropes' case), the two secret lovers slept more soundly for it. Fyr snuggled up to Ropes, deep in sleep, the tip of her tail twitching where it dangled over the edge of the bed. He smiled faintly, chest rising and falling with the tenor of his purrs, holding her tightly to him - though not so tightly that she would wake up. That, however, would most likely be difficult enough with how deeply she slept those days.

Yet it was good to hold her, drawing her in soft and warm to his chest, protective and wrapping her up in his tentacles. He would always love her, despite his other lovers, though it was who he was. It would always be who he was, a demon at heart, and the world around him would have to make its peace with that, one way or another.

With his wife curled up with him, Ropes slept.

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Holly, however, woke with her pussy still wet with her arousal, a whimper on her lips. Not even the bright sunshine streaming through the bedroom window that had not yet been graced with curtains could bring her back to stark wakefulness, though she wished very much that it could. Her dreams lingered, a world where cougars twisted and twined around her, plunging into her pussy and her tail hole again and again while she cried out in orgasm.

Holly stretched, bumping and jostling Hiss. Hiss, her boyfriend. Sometimes she forgot, but she could not forget about him that morning, purring like a cat who'd gotten the cream, licking her lips, crawling over him.

"Good morning, handsome..."

He was conked out, but Holly could work with that, how his eyelids fluttered faintly, deep in sleep and yet shifting back and forth as if he was dreaming. Holly chuckled. Maybe her boyfriend was dreaming about her, but she surely would have a surprise for him in coming weeks and months as her stomach swelled and that particular secret could not be held close to her heart any longer.

She was so sure he would be happy. They'd never talked about having kids...but some things a femfur just knew. And it was not as if they were not alone, of course. They'd have plenty of help and so much support that she wouldn't be surprised if they hardly knew what to do with themselves.

But her sleeping boyfriend lusted too much to worry about things like that, much less when he was sleeping. He grunted as her fingers pushed back the sheets from his body, revealing his stomach, the lighter coloured fur there. His shaft too easily rose to attention as she teased it with her tongue, running the flat of it along the length, moaning softly, not caring if she woke him. How could something like that not be a wonderful way to wake up?

"Unff..."

He was not totally awake, not by a long shot, but his hard length pushed eagerly into her muzzle and filled it all the same. He was not like Ropes, not all that different asleep to how he was awake, though maybe that manner of experience was something that could come in time too. She did not know, but she did know she wanted him, her body on fire, prickling with heat, lust flaring up, burning through her with every second that passed, desire driving her on.

The heat of his cock in her mouth was more than she could bear, all that she lusted for, Holly groaning deep in the back of her throat as she took him into the back of her throat. She could moan and whimper as much as she wanted, but he would wake at exactly the time that he was supposed to. Her fingers squeezed his balls lightly, not applying too much pressure, for it was such a sensitive area. She could not forget that, even if Ropes liked it rougher than Hiss, the demon able to take more, especially when he was ramming into her with pounding, driving, claiming thrusts that shook her whole body.

"Oof... Hm?"

Hiss blinked, but did not wake fully. He didn't need to, not as he whimpered in the back of his throat, his lover swirling her tongue around and around his cock. She pushed the skin of his uncut shaft back lightly with her tongue, playing it across the head, pulling out every trick in the book to please him, to tease him, to bring him to that sweet high of completion without even waking.

Wouldn't that be a hot way to wake up? Holly's eyes gleamed, tail flicking up, though it could not go any higher than it was already, the skunk-stripe on it standing out brightly. She slurped on his length, using her paws and her muzzle to tease him, though the throbbing of the younger cougar's cock would not be denied, even if he still was deep in slumber.

Hiss gasped, eyes fluttering, and his paw moved, though he still was not quite awake, fumbling for her, muttering something unintelligible, flailing for her head. His fingers tangled through her hair roughly, for he could not be slow and sweet in such a moment, the cat rising more and more sharply to the world of the waking as his lust grew. His hard cock pushed over her tongue as she sucked him down, panting for him, chest heaving, her bare breasts still matted from where she had groped herself and lusted so fervently the night before.

Hiss would never know that it was his father that she'd been lusting for all alone. Maybe. She'd do her best to make it so in the only way she knew how. And sneaking around with Ropes had been going well so far. Yet she could not pretend that it was not Ropes that she was thinking of as Hiss rubbed her head, grunting softly, though his cries were nothing at all like the carnal chuffs of his father. She lusted for Ropes above all else, though that was something, still, that they would have to keep private, quiet between themselves, if only to satisfy their lusts going forward.

"Mmmph... God, Holly..."

But Hiss could not hold back even as long as Ropes, growling throatily, the first spurt of cum pouring onto her tongue. The skunk sucked him as deep into her mouth as she possibly could, too caught up in the moment to care about anything of that nature, though she did brush him with her teeth once or twice when her concentration slipped just a little. Her tongue pressed up to the underside of his shaft and he moaned more heavily, watching her, panting, as she gulped down every drop of cum.

"Wow... Holly..." More awake, her boyfriend tenderly stroked her hair, brushing her ears back, as she slurped down his seed. "You're something else..."

Little did he know just how she was comparing him to his father when there was only one of them in that scenario that could possibly come up trumps. Ropes had far more experience over centuries, a way with words and his body that could not match up to his son. Maybe, one day, Hiss would get there too, but that would be too long for Holly to wait - without getting the sexual satisfaction that she needed in the meantime, of course.

She purred and rumbled softly as she swirled her tongue around and around the head of his cock, the skin there slick and shiny with saliva as she cleaned him off. She was so insistent, in fact, that Hiss had to push her away, as he was too sensitive after climax, his stamina simply not as great as Ropes'. But that seemed to just be one of the things about Hiss that would not change - yet what did Holly know about that?

"Mmm... Holly..."

But Hiss could take the lead too in a way that she liked, her lover taking her gently up the bed, laying her back sensually with her head on the pillows. Even if he could not go another round with his dick so quickly she would still be able to enjoy him in other ways, murmuring softly to him as she reached back over her head and clung to the headboard, fur soft if not well conditioned at that point. Of course, it helped somewhat that the glow of pregnancy was slowly spreading through her as hormone changes brought a lustrous sheen to her dark coat of fur.

His nose quested between her thighs and the skunk felt a quiver of concern, just for a moment, that he would end up lapping Ropes' cum out of her, but it had had more than enough time to seep from her pussy by that point, to allow the natural process of her body to eliminate it. Her arousal, however, lingered slightly inside her, leaving her pussy slicker than it should have been, though Hiss did not react if he noticed at all. Maybe he was too wrapped up in the moment to care or concern himself with that, but his tongue did rather feel like Ropes' inside her, Holly huffing, puffing, filling her cheeks with air even as she struggled not to gasp too loudly.

"Damn... Ohhh!"

It felt good, too good, the cougar's raspy tongue playing over and toying with her clit, the nub of it obviously on show as it swelled very lightly from the hood that usually covered it. It was too easy to find on her, considering her easy arousal, but Holly was keener for more, raising her hips, demanding his tongue inside her again.

Willing to oblige, Hiss slurped up into her pussy, seeking out her G-spot, though whether he managed to please that or not with his tongue was luck of the draw under most circumstances. She didn't mind that though, liking it both ways, his wakeful enthusiasm more than making up for it. He grunted softly, pressing more eagerly between her thighs as the strong softness of them closed around his head, holding him there, right where he wanted to be even as she moaned out loud, bucking and grinding onto his muzzle.

He was hers and she was his, but there was something more carnal between them. Maybe it was even the pregnancy hormones, in those early days, that were causing her to be even more randy than usual, though she didn't care, could not care, not as electric-hot thrills of pleasure shot through her. Every nerve-ending tingled with pleasure, a strange kind of ice that she wanted to lean into, hungry for more. Confusing sensations collided with one another, her body not reading anything as it had before, but it was the way of it when things were as they were, her fur fluffing up.

Hiss was not privy to any of that, however, the feline growling as he pressed urgently between her legs. Holly moaned. Was his dick hard again or was that her imagination at work? She imagined it pressing down into the bed as he ground anxiously down, desperate for it, wanting to mount her. But he was too much of a good lover too, ah, to take her like that, not without her coming to that high of her pleasure too, body aching through with spine-tingling pleasure.

Holly growled, gripping his ears, dragging him in, though her trembling hips were lifted from the bed already. She could have relaxed down but the moment was too fraught with sexual tension for that, panting, heaving, needing so very much more than what she was taking from him in that moment. The cougar's tail lashed back and forth as he howled into her sex, even if it should have been her that was twisting in pleasure. He got just as much out of eating her out as she got from riding his muzzle, hissing through her teeth as her tail twitched up higher against her back, striving to expose herself to him even then.

She could not and would not hold back, however, panting heavily, crying out, hips shuddering back to the bed. Yet she did not release him as she climaxed, driving his head in closer, harder, blinking through hazed-over eyes at how wantonly his tail lashed back and forth. The darker tip caught her eyes even in the lust of orgasmic bliss and she licked her lips in the throes of bliss, her pussy twitching, aching, contracting softly around his tongue. Even as much as she tried to control her body at the point of orgasm, she could not, for it was not for anyone to be able to exert that level of control over their own bodies.

They had to come to that point of vulnerability, that moment of letting it all go, passion flaring through with every beat of one's heart. She moaned and moaned, clinging to him for an anchor in a storm of lust, until her body finally relaxed, allowing the moments to soften around them, easing down and down and down while he purred and lapped up her sweet juices. Unwilling to let his lover lie there in a pool of her arousal, Hiss lovingly worked away at cleaning her inner thighs too, tongue rasping lightly through her fur, adoring her with every stroke.

"Mmm... You always take such good care of me, baby..."

Holly giggled, stretching luxuriously, releasing her grip on his head, fingertips brushing the headboard that she had begun with gripping. It was funny how things could change in the blink of an eye, but one thing that would not change so easily was the swell of new life within her, the secret that, eventually, she would have to reveal in part to Hiss. But not yet, not quite yet, not until she was sure, though to orchestrate it all as "an accident" with her boyfriend would be easily down.

The cougar cub, or skunk kit, that they would ultimately raise, might look like either of them, even if they carried more of Hiss' father's appearance than Hiss'. No one would ever question it. And Holly was sure too that Hiss would love them as his own, even if they had not talked about or expected children so soon in their relationship.

All would come out in the end, but Holly would not say quite yet as she lay with her head on his chest, letting the soothing touch of his breathing, if only for a while, lull her back into a light sleep. He'd have to go to work soon and her pussy already ached for a hot length, what Hiss could not give her before he headed off to his job - a trial, at that point - but that his father could.

It was their secret, her secret.

But she loved the moments she had exactly as they were too.