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Broken Secrets

Chapter Seven

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Mom, I'm going to miss you so much!"

Fyr flung her arms around her mother, though she was not most often a dragoness who was prone to displays of outward public affection like that. She preferred to keep things tucked away and locked down inside her, even if it didn't always help her out that way. Sometimes a dragon didn't always do the things that would most benefit them, even if they knew exactly what it was that they needed to do.

Sasha held her tightly, though the dragoness held another secret even more tightly to her heart. It was one she kept close, closer than ever before, yet it was not one that she could ever share with Fyr.

"Oh, Fyr..."

It wasn't right but it wasn't wrong either. It was hard for Sasha to consider something so wrong when her daughter was moving out with her boyfriend into a nice little apartment, the summer drawing to a close at the end of August at last. Yet the last time she had spent with Carenath, only a few days back, burned fiercely in her mind. It had not been the first time with him by far...

How his fingers had traced patterns on her skin, how he had made her feel like a new dragoness, experiencing everything all over again. Of course, she'd had her husband, but that was a long time ago and any flings since then had been few and far between. She might have well done herself a disservice for letting life slip by, in that manner, though Sasha's scales ached for more, a skin-deep desire to be touched that was more carnal than ever.

The first time had been wonderful...and every time after that, filling the span of the summer with hot and heavy moments, whimpers and moans. Her daughter was none the wiser as to what either of them had done.

She'd fucked her daughter's boyfriend and now Fyr was moving in with him. They were moving out, the both of them, together, so that surely must have meant that nothing bad, in the end, had come of their relationship. Surely so? That was what she told herself, guilt gnawing away at her heart, though it was the kind of guilt that was a little too easily overruled by lust.

She wanted Carenath...but they hadn't fucked after that time. Things had simply kept them apart to such an extent that she was not even sure that he felt the same way anymore, even if she was sure that he was a good dragon still for her daughter to be with. She couldn't say just how she knew that, only that a mother like her felt it deep in their gut.

But things were twisted, to such a length that they could never be the same again.

Carenath grinned, happily lugging boxes about. He swore he'd gotten stronger over the summer, though he was considering joining the gym for Autumn and Winter, wanting to look his best, though it was not only for Fyr that he wanted to be strong and impressive. Sasha's eyes were always on him, though he didn't know what to do about it, the need within him so strong that the drake feared, only sometimes, that it could become so powerful that it overpowered even him.

He'd never felt lust for another quite like that before. Burning up from deep inside, snarling like a wild beast, clawing and howling for precedence, the kind of dominance that he was not familiar with. Of course, he did not want to dominate Sasha, but the sexual fervour was dominant over him, making him fuck Fyr more and more passionately. The dragoness must have thought that their sex life was amazing - and, truly, it was. Only the thing was that he was hardly ever thinking of Fyr when he was fucking her, whether his cock was in her maw or her pussy.

He frowned minutely, passing halfway up the stairs to the apartment, in a small block of four, which was great for them starting out. It must have been a converted house, but Carenath could not have said quite why the thought that did popped into his head right then.

"I don't think I'm really into that, Car."

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Fyr had blushed, sitting on the bed, naked, though she was not covering her breasts while her legs were pressed together. It was as if she was hiding and protecting something down there.

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"Aw, Fyr."

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He didn't want to force her, of course not, but his cock had softened, disappointment evident in his tone. Fyr shivered and drew her legs up to her chest, tail curling around her ankles, heel resting on the edge of the bed.

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"It's not that I think you'll hurt me..." She said, pushing herself to explain even though it really wasn't something that she needed to explain. "I just don't think I'm into that kind of thing. It feels...crude back there."

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She blushed and turned her head away, though it had been the kind of insidious heat in her cheeks that time, not the kind that was nice at all. It had only been a little backdoor fun, anal play, that Carenath had suggested, something that, admittedly, he'd seen online and that "every guy" was supposed to want to try at some time. He didn't know if he was like all other guys, in that hugely hypothetical world, yet, but he knew that he wanted to spice things up a little. The same old positions got tiring after a while and he was looking for something more, simply to do.

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"It's okay, I didn't mean to push."

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But Carenath could not bear to see her sad as he drew her in against his side, an arm around her shoulders to pull her in closer. There was nothing to be sad about, yet Fyr took it hard that she didn't want to do something that he did, bridging tension between them. He kissed the top of her head, careful of her frills.

"Fyr, sweetie, come on, it was just a thought, don't worry about it," he said, nuzzling her cheek, nudging her chin up and up so that she made eye contact with him. "It's all okay. How about I give you a nice massage instead? Forget about it, it's not important."

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She sniffled a little, though was a little guilty that she'd gotten so upset about it. Was it a big deal?

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"That sounds nice..."

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But who was going to turn down a massage from their boyfriend? Not her, of course, as she stretched out on the bed, moaning and whimpering softly as Carenath brought a warm rise of relaxed arousal back to her body.

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Yet the thought remained with him that he'd rather be exploring, giggling and laughing, even if that turned out to not be something that Fyr was quite into. He didn't want to do anything too crazy, he was sure, but a little fun, exploring with sex toys, maybe even a little "tying up" with one of Fyr's scarves, maybe... Things could be fun like that too, right? Moreover, Carenath didn't know if he liked something until he tried it, leaving him wondering if he was missing out.

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He loved Fyr though, the words unspoken between them, even as he penetrated her and sealed away her moans in a deep kiss.

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Carenath shook himself back to the present. Yeah... He'd said that it wasn't important to him and, truly, it felt as if a sex act should not hold as much importance to him as it clearly did, though it was there all the same. Some things could not so easily be set aside, no matter how he wanted them to be, and it lingered in the back of his mind.

He wanted to try something new, new things, but didn't want to have to push Fyr past her comfort zone and her limits. It was not fair or nice to her at all to do that, though he couldn't help but be a tiny bit frustrated too, feeling as if she had not explored the option yet. She could be a little narrow-minded when it came to new things, preferring foods that she knew already, though it was a little quirk of hers that was ever so slightly beginning to annoy him.

The drake shook himself.

Come on, he told himself. It's not that bad. You liked that Fyr knows what she likes.

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And he did. But not all the time. Therein lay the problem. Yet there would always be little problems with every couple, no two beings ever perfectly matched with one another, no matter how much they may have wanted to be. It was a matter of adjusting, finding compromise, working and living together. At least, that was what his father had told him, sitting him down for that uncomfortable conversation. The older drake looked a lot like him, but with heavier brows and thicker horns, a worn look to his muzzle that betrayed his many years of hard work.

He knew that he had to work hard for what he wanted, though what Carenath knew too was that hard work didn't always get someone what they wanted. The balance had to be there and something akin to the understanding that things had to be flexible and adaptive too in place. He was still working that out.

Life had changed, undoubtedly, since his father had been a young drake, though he appreciated the advice, nonetheless. Even though he was moving out, he felt like he was closer to them and that a little space would be good for them. It had been a long time for him in the house that never changed and the dragon ached and itched for a shift in things.

"It's good that we're not far from mom," Fyr said, huffing and puffing between words as she carried a couple of surprisingly heavy boxes up the stairs. "Oof... She'll be close... Though I don't always want to go to her for help, you know?"

Carenath smiled, setting his boxes down in the apartment, the living room cut off from the kitchen via an archway, though they were going to hang a heavy curtain across it so that they had a little division between the rooms. It was not a huge apartment, but it was big enough to get them started, enough for them to afford while Fyr went on for a part-time schooling and part-time work placement combination and Carenath dove into his own work, numbers and figures dominating his days. It would at least push him down a path that he enjoyed, settling into his work every day, though he would be more interested in it when he was no longer in an entry-level role. One thing that he did have, however, was patience.

"We'll be fine, Fyr, and there's no shame in asking for help too. We can't do everything on our own. Besides, your mom is really...sweet."

Hm. Sweet. Was that the right word? Maybe for what Fyr needed as his girlfriend smiled and kissed him on the cheek, saying something about him always knowing the right thing to say, but not for what he meant.

He meant to say that Sasha was sexy and hot and fierce and passionate and driven with such a fire in her that she took his breath away. Some of that was in Fyr too, especially in how she talked about her passions and her path in life, what she wanted to do and to achieve, yet not all the way there. Sasha's maturity had shaped and sharpened it into something more, something greater than what Fyr could, at that time, embody.

That might have been something more that he would have to be patient with. But Carenath didn't know if he could do that.

He was unsettled, more so than usual, though moving in gave him something to sink his teeth into, something to focus on. Fyr was comforting too, a familiar presence and chatter that lifted his heart. If he was with her, then surely everything would be okay. Nothing could be bad when he was around her and his smile was soon back, lightness present in both his head and his heart.

"I think that's all of it, Car," she chuckled, plopping down on the second-hand sofa, her head on his shoulder. "Phew! I never thought we'd get all of that in!"

But then came the unpacking and the organising, the day wearing on into the afternoon as Sasha came back in to bring them sandwiches, insisting that they all stop and eat and refuel.

"You can't go on running on fumes," she said, flapping her paw at Fyr as the dragoness showed signs of getting up again from their makeshift picnic on the living room floor. "Hang on, there's some soft drinks in here too..."

Sasha passed them out, cookies too, though they were only ones from the standard sub sandwich shop, even if they were an oddly addictive blend of sugar. It would give them the energy that they needed to go on with, however, Carenath smiling genuinely as he accepted them from her.

"Thanks, Sasha, you are the best."

He meant that, truly and sincerely, and the dragoness drew back a bit, surprised by the rush of colour that flooded to her cheeks.

"Oh, that's no problem, hon, none at all."

Yet she could not hide her blush so easily and hustled off to the kitchen, setting up the rubbish bin with a bag inside, a little something that they would need to start off with. She had something better on order for them that split recycling and standard waste, something that Fyr had been bugging her about putting in her home anyway. For that reason alone, Sasha had bought two, one for her and one for Fyr.

Sasha tried not to show Carenath that she felt his eyes on her in the kitchen, stretching up onto the tips of her toes to put away lesser-used glasses (whisky and shot glasses especially) on the highest shelves of the kitchen cupboards. She loved organising, but she loved showing off the curves and hints of her body even more, arching her back just a little bit so that her arse was on show, to the point that she swore the air behind her was steamy with the heat of it. She'd worn a pair of jeans that, to be fair, were a little too tight for a dragoness of her age performing such activities that day, but it was difficult to worry about them pulling into tighter and tighter crevices when his eyes roamed her form.

We can do it, she wanted to say to him, practically blowing and puffing smoke hearts from her nostrils, the heat in her belly roaring more than ever. She'll be asleep later, she always is after this much physical labour. We can do it... Just us.

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She had a need in her, after all, that had to be satisfied and, so far, only Carenath had been able to get her to orgasm that quickly, a sensation that she was very keen on exploring again as soon as possible. Whether it was right or wrong did not matter when she was in such proximity to him, stealing a kiss on his cheek when Fyr went to the car to get something.

To her surprise, even as the dragoness dared to act boldly, he pressed in closer to her. Carenath's breath mingled with hers as he turned the cheek kiss into one full on the lips - and then it was as if nothing had changed. She was back there in the bedroom with him, grinding back into him, lusting and moaning, knowing that her daughter and his girlfriend was sleeping only in the next room over.

"Mmm..." Car murmured, pulling back, breathless after the kiss. "I've...missed that."

Still a touch hesitant. Oh, he knew what he wanted, but what he didn't want too was to hurt Fyr. She saw that in him and it warmed her through to know that he was that kind of drake, even if there were some things to work out there too. There was rather a lot to work out there, but not everything could be done in a single day or even a single week, especially when it came to matters of the heart. In the end, it would work out the way it was supposed to, Sasha was sure of it.

After that kiss, knowing the score, the little touches and gropes and squeezes were easy to sneak in, a thrill to be had in sneaking around Fyr. Carenath grappled with the lust soaring within him, trying to distract himself with setting him the bedroom, though it was hard to soften the thickness of his half-hard shaft when Sasha was keener than ever to slip up behind him, running her tail between his thighs. The length of it pulled over his nuts very softly, teasing him, and he grunted and started, though she was gone before he could do anything about it. Yet just what did Carenath think that he was going to do about it when he was there with Fyr?

Things heated up, frustrations building in the delight of arousal, pulling and warming him through, though the peak of his need, ultimately, would have to be met sooner or later. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, the day growing old with Fyr yawning, covering her mouth, trying to keep up her usual level of energy when there was something that simply had to be done.

It was late into the evening with much put away and much still to put away when they finally had to call it quits on all that they had to do. Not everything could be done in one day, after all, and they had to make allowances for themselves.

Sasha and Fyr talking washed over Car as he relaxed back on the sofa, between the two of them and enjoying his position there very much. Fyr apologised once for literally speaking over him so much, but Carenath waved her off, content to feel the warmth from both dragonesses at once on either side of him.

Mother and daughter and yet he adored them each in different ways. He hadn't even known that was possible before Sasha. Further reminding him that he could not know what he liked until he tried it, eager to do more, to see more, to know more.

"I brought an overnight bag with me," Sasha admitted with a wry chuckle. "My eyes are feeling very tired, Fyr, I don't suppose you'd mind me sleeping here in the spare room? I know it's a little small, but there was that little bed that Car brought over too."

Carenath stifled a chuckle, though his heart pounded, leaping and tightening somewhere in the region of his throat. She was staying there? On the little bed that he'd brought? He'd never had sex on that bed before and, frankly, he never had expected to. But if she was staying...

Sasha's eyes landed on him, smoky and smouldering, even while Fyr assured her that it was quite alright, that she was always welcome there, that they would be more than happy to have her. Her intentions were clear and Carenath rumbled deep in his gut, swallowing the growl that threatened to tremble forth.

Well, well, well... Who would have known that keeping that old bed frame and guest mattress for all those years would have such a good use so soon! He thought he'd be parking Fyr's friends or his friends on it from time to time, not the dragoness who seemed to be able to make his heart soar with a mere bat of her eyelashes.

And if he'd had any doubts as to her intentions with him, they were swept away in that moment, never again to be remembered as anything more than a passing thought.

"We should probably go to bed though," Fyr chuckled, checking the clock that was propped up against the wall, not even on it yet. "God, I didn't know it was so late!"

She set Sasha up in the bedroom while Car rinsed off quickly in the shower, relishing in the feel of hot water sweeping over his scales. Yet Fyr could not have said herself that she was surprised to find him naked on their new bed on her return.

"Hey, honey," he purred, curling the tip of his tail back and forth. "I'm home."

Fyr giggled.

"And I thought you were tired too, sweetie!"

She hammed it up for him, wiggling her hips as she joined him on the bed, though it was not long at all before she was on her side, her lover behind her, his cock questing for her pussy. He raised her leg, helping her get it up so high that her straightened hind paw almost pointed straight up, her legs parted as far as they could go for him. In such a position, it was easy for him to penetrate her, even with Fyr's tail pushed back up against his stomach and chest, dancing and twitching.

Fyr groaned a little too loudly as he filled her, her folds squelching very faintly around his girth as he pushed in, though he didn't stop her. What more did the two of them have to hide when it was only Sasha out there? Maybe she could hear them through the walls... Car shivered, grunting and nipping passionately at the back of Fyr's neck, leaving love bites where his teeth bruised her scales a little too firmly. That shouldn't have been as hot as it was, not at all.

But it was what it was as he growled and pumped his hips, long, slow, sensual strokes of his cock ploughing into her. It was both romantic and rough, from the depth of his thrusts, at the same time, for sex did not ever only have to be one thing, taking on different shades and nuances as things shifted and grew. He knew that, but he wished that Fyr knew too.

The dragoness was right where she wanted to be, however, the sheets rumpling and twisting lightly under her body as she moaned for him, trying to clamp a paw over her muzzle and not caring to. There was nothing there that was that bad and she was sure she was not being that loud anyway. The walls in the building had to be good; she couldn't hear any of the neighbours there at all.

Carenath hissed softly, pushing in with more and more force, increasing the drive of his hips rather than the speed. It was not about speed, but the raw, carnal expression of passion, his tail thrashing, swiping over the side of the bed, but, thankfully, not hitting anything.

There was something his ears caught, however, as he fucked Fyr more and more roughly, taking his cues from her as to how hard he could go, what made her moan the loudest, struggling to be anything near quiet. The bedroom door had been left open a crack and, well, there must have been a draught there, pushing it open, allowing a certain someone, lurking outside, to see in.

Sasha knew she could be seen, but there was always a chance for Carenath to stop her if he didn't want her watching. It was strange to see him with her daughter, yet highly erotic too, her fingers slipping between her thighs, inside her underwear, though she frankly didn't want to have them on her body for very much longer at all. She wanted to moan, to rock her hips, to feel the heat and passion of the young drake against her in all his glory.

In time, yes... In time.

Sensibilities didn't seem to matter anymore as she luxuriated in the sensual view of him filling her daughter, wishing that each long, smooth stroke of his cock into Fyr's pussy was actually into hers. She shouldn't have been watching, but whatever boundaries had been in place had long been set aside, allowing her to watch, to engage in that kinky little nuance of voyeuristic pleasure, leaning into it heavily.

She moaned softly, though she had to clamp her paw over her mouth to stay quiet as Carenath filled Fyr, giving her mother the best of views. Sasha caught the young drake glancing back over his shoulder at her, a mischievous grin on his lips, though Fyr did not see. She had to make sure that Fyr did not see, not as things fired up between them all over again.

Whether it should or should not have been was long passed. It no longer mattered in the pursuit of something, though both Sasha and Carenath were chasing something that they didn't understand. Hurtling head first would get them there more quickly, but there was no telling what would come at the end of it all.

Still, the lewd slurp of his cock driving into Fyr's pussy as he fucked her like that echoed through the room, the dragoness panting and gasping.

"Oh, god... Yes, Carenath, that feels... Ohhh, so good!"

She cried out, clinging to the pillows, though Fyr had allowed her cries to get out of hand, not that anyone there was going to stop her. They revelled in it too much, Fyr not even knowing that she was the centre of attention, whimpering, moaning, squashing her nose between the pillows, all to no avail. She could not stop her need from rising, the tension of orgasm drawing tauter and tauter inside her, grunting, twisting back and forth, her partner right there to support her in the best of ways. The warmth of his body pushed against her as he filled her, holding back until she had the point of orgasm in her grasp - only then would Car give in to masculine pride and seed her hot pussy full of his cum.

Fyr moaned into Carenath's paw, though she didn't even know that the drake had stopped trying to quiet her, lost in lust, her pussy pulsing and rippling around him, milking his cock. She was lost in the moment, though not so far that she couldn't take in the feel of his seed ploughing deep up into her pussy. He splashed up hotly inside her, his breath washing across her scales, need driving them on together, always together.

But Fyr did not know what was going on, that she was part of a show, a display that she could not even enjoy because she was not in on the joke. Not that she was a joke, but there were big things at play that she didn't know about, things that, really, she should have been in the loop on. Though what reason could she ever have had to suspect her mother and Carenath.

"Oh... Car. That was..."

The dragoness murmured as he laid her down into the bed, his cock softening, slipping from her, easing from her pussy while a creamy trail of cum drooled out. He might have filled her, but there was still more to come, more in him, the first round done.

One round would never again be quite enough for Carenath, not when he knew now what could be in his wheelhouse, the desire that was his to swallow down, exactly as he pleased. There was a liberty in it, though he tenderly tucked her into bed, his cum dripping from her pussy and drooling down the crack of her arse to her under-tail as she rolled onto her back. But Fyr was out for the count and he had a dragoness to please, one that was a shade more demanding than even Fyr could be.

He didn't mind that. He didn't mind that at all. In fact, having a dragoness who knew what she wanted was the best thing ever, at least for him.

Sasha stepped back into the hallway as Carenath joined her, breathing softly, the drake taking her into his arms as if they had been doing it for years upon years. Maybe, in a way, they had, their bodies recognising one another from a past life and a past time. Or that could have just been a wishful kind of thinking in that regard.

It didn't matter. Sasha could not think that anything mattered as his lips touched her neck, kissing, lapping, nuzzling, tenderly treating her like the queen she was. Maybe even a Queen Mom, if one could say that. But nobody was all that interested in saying anything as Carenath growled into her mouth, sealing her lips in the deepest kiss yet, his tongue darting deep up into her muzzle as her stomach lurched. All in a good way, of course, nerves and anticipation coming together into twisted excitement.

He walked her backwards to the guest bedroom, step by step, so very glad that they had managed to get a bed in there already. Maybe fucking on the sofa would have been hot too, but he didn't want to increase the risk of getting caught, too keen to see what was there in sneaking around first. Doing it once was hot but doing it twice? Well, that was becoming a pattern and Carenath had no desire to bring it to a stop, not in the slightest.

"Come on..."

"Just in here?"

Sasha kicked the door closed as they tucked themselves away into the guest bedroom, her breath caught in her throat, need pumping through her. Carenath may already have been naked, his cock out and hardening once again already, but she still had her more comfortable evening clothes to take off. There may not have been a bra to contend with, but the dragoness still muttered a curse as her T-shirt was dragged off over her head, hoping against hope that it had not snagged on her horns, revealing the full heave of her breasts, every part of her simply begging attention.

"Oh, fuck, Sasha... You're so damn hot..."

He meant that sincerely, not knowing where to touch, even as he bore her back onto the bed, her loose, cotton trousers still on. His nose pressed between her soft breasts, exploring them more intimately, his tongue curiously flickering out and wrapping around each nipple in turn.

"Ohhh..."

Sasha, on the other hand, had to be quiet. If there was no quiet to be had, there was a chance that they could be caught. She wasn't ready for that. She wasn't so sure she'd ever be ready for it. All she wanted was his face between her breasts, the feel of his snout impressing her flesh, leaving a mark there that would remain in her memory forever.

But Carenath needed more than simple adoration of her breasts, drawing back down her body with his cock leaking as he helped her out of her cotton trousers, the soft fabric and easy waistband simple to slip off. Her body was revealed to him in all its mature, curvy glory, though she still had a tight tuck to her waist, her hips wide and fertile, her pussy soaked already as her underwear peeled from her folds. He groaned, unable to help himself, diving between her thighs for the first time as his tongue deliciously shot into her pussy. It slurped up inside her, teasing and flicking back and forth, seeking out her G-spot, though the younger drake still had time in which to learn the ins and outs of her body, the kinky little nuances that would make the sexual side of their relationship what it was.

They would make it their own as Sasha hissed, hanging onto his horns, dragging his face in closer. She was already soaked, wet and ready, though his tongue was too alluring to turn down, her chest and abs tight, lifting her hips, begging him for more. She didn't feel like she had the words to send out into the cool of the night, the temperature having finally dropped, thankfully, though she was all too aware that her daughter was in the next room.

It was hot, sneaking around, the risk of it all. But she could not help but to push him back, only a little bit, rolling onto all fours, her tail lifted. Oh, she hadn't done that since she'd been much younger, going for more traditional positions with her husband, while he'd still been with her, though her heart had longed for the kink and the passion of something rougher.

It was needed and Carenath agreed with her, groaning his appreciation as he knelt behind her, lining his cock up with the heat of her pussy.

"Damn, Sasha..." He moaned. "You're so hot... Are you ready?"

She answered his question by grinding back onto his cock, taking him deep, spearing herself full of his dragon meat. It was Carenath's turn, right then and there, to hold back his passion in that moment, not to howl and roar and blast out his thrill of taking her right there and then, even as his hips thrust, almost without his mind staying in the moment with him. It was as if his body was drawn to Sasha in a way that could not be restrained in any sense or fashion, his heart pounding, a red-blooded male in the height of his lust and passion, doing what he did best.

Maybe not quite what he did best, on second thoughts, but pretty damn close all the same. Her body stretched out luxuriously before him, although there was not much room on the single bed for the both of them. That was a shame, very much so, but they could make it work. They would always make it work.

The slap of his hips on her arse as he fucked her was loud, too loud, though he could not do anything about it, driving in, slap after slap echoing through the room. Quiet, they had to be quiet, and yet something could not be held back so easily, panting heavily, chests heaving, their bodies hot with heat that they simply did not seem able to expel. Carenath swallowed a snarl, his lips wanting to peel deviously up from his teeth, showing his lust, even though his cock sealed once again inside the hot wetness of her pussy should have told that tale well enough already.

"Oh..." Sasha breathed, her breath hard to catch with the force of his thrusts. "Yes... Just...like that... Oh... So good..."

In a way, she was mimicking her daughter's moans, though she did not realise it, not as her body was filled, devoured in such a highly erotic fashion. His cock ploughed into her, filling her sweetly, fully, leaving not an inch of dick outside her pussy, just as she wanted it. It would have been a shame, very much so, for even one little centimetre of his cock to be wasted as she took it all, growling fiercely, forgetting herself, her tail lashing around his waist, drawing him in as close as she could get him. She didn't even want Carenath to pull back at all, only to thrust, needing it all, snarling, grunting, though they muffled their cries of lust the very best they could.

Sometimes that was not doable. Sometimes they just had to hope that things were all going to be okay and go for it, Carenath growling, grunting, clamping his jaws shut as tightly as he felt able to. His jaw ached, yet he had more stamina after already fucking Fyr once, which helped some, though her mother's pussy burned as if she was hotter, running warmer than her daughter, even though she perhaps was just the same. His imagination ran rampant, turning fantasy to reality, bringing greater sensations still even as Car filled her, each stroke of his dick making her want to clamp down around him.

Not that she could exert all that much pressure around him, her body forced to open around him, stretching, panting, heaving, her shoulders rounding as she, without even thinking about it, rolled her nose down towards the pillows in sweet submission. Sasha groaned, taking a pillow almost tenderly between her jaws, clamping down on it, though it was one that Car would have to run down and throw in the communal rubbish bins before Fyr noticed it. Teeth marks were more than a little telling.

But they lusted for it, humping, moaning, groaning, taking their leave of the real world. Between them, they could have been deep in their dreams, her cunny sloppier and wetter around him as her arousal grew. There was no need to hold back, not at all, Carenath leaning over her, grinding in deeply, his hips speeding up, moment by moment.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

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His hips bounced off her buttocks even as his nuts ached and swung with the force of his body. They ached, oh so very badly, not even mattering that he had only just cum a short while before. His stamina might have been there, greater than before, but he wanted to feel how his seed filled her, splashing up into her pussy without the barrier of a condom at all to separate their bodies.

It was more intimate that way, rougher and more lustful, bringing them together in a new way. Of course, he'd used condoms with Fyr when she'd been concerned, but as long as Fyr had known he was with no one else and that he was clean, she hadn't had much of a problem with that either. Hunching over Sasha, Carenath raked in a harsh breath, nostrils flaring, fluttering and puckering with every one that he managed to drag into his lungs. Why then did it feel so much fucking better with Sasha?

He could not have said, but neither did he have to say, moaning deep in the back of his throat, need rolling through him. He thrust and thrust, filling her pussy, letting it stretch around him, tight and rippling lightly, with more muscle control than Fyr had ever given with him.

"Unff..." He grunted. "How... How do you do that?"

In the dim light of the bedroom, Sasha's eyes practically glittered with glee.

"Oh, that... Mmm... That comes with experience, darling."

Her words were sensuous and sweet, wrapping around him, winding around, drawing him in. She felt it in the shudder of his body up against hers, not an inch of space left between them as he rotated his hips ever so lightly, grinding in deeply, not even pulling back to thrust. She grunted, head hanging, needing it all, so close.

"Mm, Carenath... I'm so close..."

With that, he knew just what he had to do, his paw snaking around in front of her thigh and to her crotch, seeking out her clit. He rubbed and teased, his thrusts claiming her once again, driving in, though it was hard to concentrate on more than simply thrusting, as much as he wanted to please her. She simply took his breath away as he ground in, harder and harder, slapping her arse with his hips, her buttocks firm and yet jiggling, the perfect layer of flesh covering her muscle there. She tensed around him and he caught his breath in that heartbeat before orgasm hit her, pussy rippling, pulling, as if she was trying to draw every last drop of cum from him and then more.

The dragoness barely realised what she was doing, claws sinking into the bed, the pillow between her jaws again, so soft, yet not enough to hide the entirety of her moans. The drake pounding her pussy felt good, too good, so good that she'd never want anything else for the rest of her life. She did not know how she could have gone without it for so long in her life.

She needed him, her body ripped with climax, trembling, grunting into the pillow, wanting it all. Yet she had it all, her daughter's boyfriend and so much more, whimpering, his cock pounding her.

Come on... She thought, grinding and rocking back helplessly against him, her legs weak in the throes of pulsing orgasm. Fuck me... Fill me...

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She may not have been able to vocalise those words, but it was as if Car heard her as his thrusts suddenly sped up, as if he had not really been fucking and filling her before. No, he was finally going for gold as he hammered into her with single-minded determination, slamming and grinding, his claws digging into the space in front of her hips as the drake dragged her back onto his dick with every thrust.

He couldn't help it, not when lust coursed through him, stifling his roar as orgasm rose, taking over his mind. Carenath could not hold back as his balls ached, spilling his load inside her, what felt like long ropes of seed flooding the dragoness, an even stronger orgasm than the one that he had had with Fyr while Sasha had been watching. It was all he could do to be quiet, though there was a big part of him that longed for that to not be an issue anymore, chin tucked down, trembling, against his chest, aching through the moment.

It was there for them, aching... But that moment would prove to be so much more to them than mere sex. It was not "just sex" to them, even if that could have been all that it was destined to be. For, as Carenath leaned over Sasha, his lips on the back of her neck, teasing and brushing, kissing her sweetly, there was something more between them, a bond that could not so easily be broken. They had tried to hold back, to separate a little from each other, but it simply had not been possible. So why bother even fighting it anymore?

No... No, it was not worth it when only pleasure awaited them. Sasha arched back up into the warmth of the younger drake, relishing in the feel of his body against hers, how solid he was, the kind of dragon who could really take care of a dragoness.

He was perfect. Sasha could not think of a single thing, not one at all, that she would change about him.

One thing, however, was certain. Now that the bond between them was set, their relationship and lovemaking becoming a pattern, the pattern would continue, both eager to see what more was to come of their relationship.

Carenath settled down beside her, his arms around the dragoness, spooning her as he drew her in against his chest, strong arms around her.

They were quiet. They didn't need to speak. All they needed, right then and there, was each other. And that could be enough, exactly as it was.

Before morning came, Carenath would sneak back to his room, the one that he would then share with Fyr. But things had changed in a way, behind Fyr's back, that could not be reversed. Neither did Sasha or Carenath want to reverse it.

Sasha shivered. On the contrary, she wanted to see where things could go. It had been a very long time since anyone, let alone a dragon as fine as Carenath, had made her feel the way he had.

That was a good thing. That was a very good thing.

And secrets could not be broken until they were spoken. Thus, such secrets were not to be spoken.

Kept between her and Carenath only, while they explored the depths of their growing relationship.