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Broken Secrets

Chapter Thirteen

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

Car kissed Fyr softly.

"Do you have to go to work today, hon?"

He held her tightly, as if he was afraid that he was about to lose her, his arms and legs and even his tail too wrapped around her. He clawed his girlfriend to him even as she squealed and giggled, petting the top of his head, though she had been half out of the bed before he had grabbed her and practically dragged her back in anyway.

"Carrrrr," she said, dragging out his name, lips quirking with laughter. "Yeah, I do need to go. It's a really good job down the farm, they'll bring me back next year if I do well. I know, I know, it's odd hours, but I've got to try it."

True: it was very early in the morning. The morning sunshine still streamed in, but the colours of Autumn were well and truly in the air, the leaves shedding their summer green for gold and auburn. Some would have said that the drabber shades of the end of the year were cold at heart, but, to Carenath, after hearing about how much Sasha liked them and why, he loved them even more. All it took, sometimes, was an outside perspective, something to show what he had been missing out on all along.

That was why he loved them both, head over heels with mother and daughter and hopelessly at a loss as to what to do about it.

"No..."

Car held her tighter, a sly smile pulling at his lips, drawing her back into the middle of the bed, something rising and firming up between his legs. Even if she had to go to work, there was nothing there that could not wait a few moments and Carenath knew from experience anyway that Fyr liked to be early. So where was the harm in enticing her to cut into a little bit of that "extra time" where she would have been sitting around waiting for work to start or even working off the clock?

She knew she had to go, but the thrust of his hardening member up against her bare stomach, the memory of his orgasm still trickling from her pussy after the night before, was too much for her, groaning softly, licking her lips. It was strange to Fyr how she could be so easily swayed by her boyfriend, though she had to admit that she still would not have had it any other way, as long as it meant that she could spend as much time as possible with him.

That was how she found herself splayed out on her back on the bed, moaning as he kissed her neck, savouring his touch, how his lips tugged at the scales and skin beneath on her neck, making her shudder up to his touch. Sometimes she wondered how it could ever have been possible that she had become so entranced by Carenath that it had been impossible for her to pull away from him, every move the drake made pulling her closer.

She had been silly to think that there had been anything else going on, especially after he had taken the time to bake her that delicious pumpkin pie... She should have been grateful that she had a boyfriend who was so close with her mother, making all the right moves to keep her family on her side. After the first relationship that she had been through had ended so badly, she could not help but think that that was the right thing, in the end, that was supposed to happen.

Maybe that relationship had always been meant to go bad, so that she could meet Carenath. And Fyr could not have been happier.

He dove between her legs with obvious relish, better and better at pleasing her, Fyr rolling her hips for him, shifting the angle so that he could better reach her soft folds, the sweetness of her pussy. Carenath was not shy either about delving deeply up into her, exploring her heat and velvety wetness with his tongue, twisting it back and forth as if it was the first time all over again that the two of them were making love. He knew exactly how to find her G-spot after spending so much loving time together in the bedroom, yet he took his time, building her up slowly as prickles of heat crawled and ached through her body.

"Oh... Oh, god... Car..."

He smirked as he pressed in against her, loving the softness of her thighs around his head, how it made him feel as if he was even closer to her. If they could have truly become one in that moment, Carenath had no doubt at all that he would have done it, his heart brimming over with passion for her. All he wanted for Fyr was for Fyr to feel good, his heart leaping and pounding, skipping a beat as her sweet juices flowed, his tongue lapping up all that he could reach and savouring every tender swallow.

The dragon moaned against her, his own need rising, though he wanted to bring her off first, especially as her toes curled and her legs stretched out, her body straining to hold such passion. She balanced there, poised on the brink of orgasm, Carenath right there to push her over the edge, thrusting three digits confidently into her, knowing exactly what it was that her body needed. She had to push back against him, lost to her climax, moaning and whimpering breathlessly, though she could not do too much in terms of movement with her wings trapped under her back, the base fitted sheet of the bed rumpling under her lightly writhing body.

She was sensitive at the point of orgasm, as if she could not take it anymore, Car deviously suckling her clit into his mouth and showing her that there was a little more out there for her if only she was bold enough to reach out her paw and take it. It was hard to push past that point of oversensitivity when alone, but he wanted to show her, to lead her on, lending his experience with Sasha to their time together too. In a way, being with her mother in the bedroom had shown him that there was an awful lot about sex that he did not yet know and he had to allow that to be, so that he could learn to be better.

It was a fun experience though, a good experience, one that left him longing for more, lapping off his girlfriend's juices from his muzzle as she heaved and panted through rolling orgasm, forced to bear through it even as she quivered. She was too weak to hardly speak as he pushed over her, kissing her softly, tenderly, caressing her muzzle.

"Ah... Car..."

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Please..." She groaned, head swimming in the aftermath of orgasm. "Fill... Please... Fill me..."

She meant with his shaft, though that could have had dirtier connotations still, beyond what the dragoness would have been comfortable with if she'd at all been in her right mind. She moaned as he helped her up gently, her pussy slick and gleaming with tell-tale streaks of her arousal, helping her into his lap as he sat back against the headboard of the bed.

Car brought his knees up as if he was bringing them to his chest to help support Fyr, the dragoness seating herself in his lap while he slipped his shaft into her. It was a close position, a tender position, not one that allowed him to thrust all that much. But it did permit them to rock and grind lustfully and longingly together, enjoying that passionate closeness of their bodies so near to one another, her breasts tickling his chest with her pert nipples. Even the lightest prickle of cool air brought her nipples to a rise like that: one more tiny thing about Fyr that Car felt grateful to have gotten to know and to see.

He wanted to know everything about her as he kissed her, kissed her neck, whispered to her how much he loved her, his paw slipping down between their bodies to play with her clit too, once she was not as sensitive anymore. Fyr didn't need to get off again, but it was something that no one in her position would have turned down, rolling her hips lightly, half riding him and half simply enjoying the ebb and flow of their bodies coming together, like the roll of waves on the shore.

Yet the tide was still very much on its way in as Car grunted and tucked his chin down against her neck and shoulder, pressing up against her, trembling. He needed it, yes, but he didn't want to cum just yet, knowing that that would bring to a close their passionate morning. Fyr still needed to get going to work and that was what gave him permission to cum, to kiss her deeply, tongues tangling desperately. The drake didn't know quite why, that morning, he was as desperate for her as he was, only that things were as they were and there was little, or so it seemed, that he could do about that.

He couldn't spend his life always questioning everything, not to the point that things kept going around and around his head, churning up his stomach into knots when he was merely trying to sit and relax. He let his seed flow forth into her, knowing that Fyr was on birth control, that there was no harm to be had there. Yet he should not have been thinking about Sasha when his shaft was buried inside his girlfriend's pussy, wondering what had come of all the times they had fucked and made love. It was not as if he had worn a condom with Sasha either... And he hadn't asked about things there.

His seed filled her, as the dragoness had asked, a creamy load for her pussy, her folds strained tightly around his thick girth. He remembered how tricky it had been the first time that he had pressed into her, how worried he'd been about hurting her. Such things were no longer an issue as Fyr collapsed into his arms, exhausted, her chest heaving. Not that Car minded that in the softening of his climax, shaft easing, as her breasts teased up more insistently against his chest.

He kissed Fyr sweetly, though the dragoness had to scrabble away, leaving her drake chuckling.

"Are you in that much of a hurry to get away from me?"

"No... No, of course not, Car."

She came back to kiss his lips, clad in sleepy warmth and a bow-legged smile, the sunshine glancing off her crimson scales, making the yellow markings on her sides show up all the more strikingly. She was a feast for the eyes and Carenath knew it, knew what a lucky dragon he was. She'd be back home later, he knew, and he would have plenty to fill his day with in the interim, all for her benefit too.

Car showered off once Fyr had left to work, but there was a sense that there was too much to be done that day for him to simply sit around, relax and catch up with himself. His new work in coding was draining and a lot of time where he was not either with Fyr or Sasha was spent pouring over textbooks, showing him another facet of studying that seemed to already be leaking over into his working life. He had not thought that he'd still be learning like that after moving into the working world, but Carenath was slowly coming to understand that it was one area in life where the blurred lines helped him move forward.

He could only try. He could only learn. He could only do. That was all there was to it.

But one thing that he did have to do that day was head to his parents' house to make sure that all was well, water the plants, the usual. The drive there and the chores that he had to do were practically second nature by that point, his parents due to return in a week and a half. The drake didn't want to admit it as he gave their kitchen sink a quick wipe down, liking to see it sparkling, but he did rather miss them. That was something that he wouldn't have thought possible when he was living there, but perhaps absence did make the heart go fonder.

Checking his phone, he smiled. There were only two dragonesses that could make him smile like that.

Sasha: What you up to? You've been quiet - but I heard Fyr liked the pie! You did such a good job with it!

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He chuckled. Sometimes she was a little more motherly, but it was not as if he minded that all that much either. It was kind of nice, her age and wisdom and experience all coming together in a way that made Sasha uniquely who she was.

Car: Not bad - and it was all down to your recipe, thanks! Just looking after my parents' house, working for a few hours, I guess, this afternoon.

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Sasha: I thought you were off today?

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Car: Yeah, I am, I meant around the apartment, maybe my parents' house too. The grass needs cutting.

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Sasha: Well, if you need any help, it's not like I'm doing anything. Do you want me to come by?

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There was only one answer that he could give her and that came through in a resounding "yes" and, as appropriate, a rude GIF that he had lined up to send her. Not quite Sasha's thing, but the roll of her eyes that she sent back to him was well worth it, even if it meant that he might have to work a little harder between her legs than expected that day.

Sex with her, however, was the best sex and Car paced a little, checking the hanging plants in the kitchen, the draping spider plant with young shoots springing off from it. That one had been there for as long as he could remember, maybe even before he'd been born, and the damn thing didn't seem at all like it was about to give up the ghost anytime soon. It was resilient, like those in his life, the ones who had ploughed through every obstacle and adversity around him.

Even if resilience meant that one had to go through hard times first, Car wanted to be like that too, like that little spider plant that grew and prospered, lasting longer than anyone ever thought it would. But what he did not yet know was that that time was due to come to him sooner than he thought.

That was why it was best to enjoy the good things in life while they were there. They could be taken away in but a moment, if one was not holding onto them tightly enough...

He listened out for her, but Sasha still managed to surprise him out in the garden while he had been trying to keep an ear out for her car.

"Hey!"

He jumped and laughed, shaking his head, the handles of the manual hedge-trimming tool clasped between his paws.

"How did you even sneak up here? I thought I could hear your car anywhere!"

Sasha grinned, striking a pose that could have been out of a bad martial arts film.

"Oh, you know me - I'm like a ninja! You never see me coming!"

He laughed, though he was grateful to draw her into the privacy of the garden in his arms, kissing her neck where he knew they could not be seen, tucked in the ninety-degree angle of the shed and the hedge. It was tall and dark and needed trimming with more than his little manual tool, but he still enjoyed the privacy and sense of secrecy it gave him, reminding him of years gone by when he had been no more than a little dragonet and had looked up at that same hedge with wonder in his eyes.

Sasha, however, more than turned out to be a dab hand in the garden, knowing her way around it better than Car could have expected. Though she had been a single mother for many years, it more than made sense that such things would not be beyond her skill set, helping him set up the petrol lawnmower that was a little temperamental.

"If you press down here while you rip the cord to start it..." She said, half her concentration on Car and half on the machine that had seen better years. "Then... There you go!"

It rumbled to life and they laughed and high-fived. It would be one of the last lawn cuts of the year and getting it done for his parents so that they didn't have to worry about it would mean a lot to them. He wasn't so sure how to explain to them, later, that it had been Sasha who had helped him with making it so neat and proper, stopping him from cutting it too short, especially when the growing season of the grass was coming to an end.

"Never too short when you're going into Autumn and Winter, sweetie," Sasha said, imparting wisdom to him that would be passed down to those that came after him in times to come. "You don't want the ground to suffer. If you're not going out there too much in the winter months, it's not too bad. But if you have kids or pets, you'll often find that they'll be rougher on the grass than you realise!"

Car chuckled, brushing his paw back shyly against the back of his head, rubbing his neck. He hadn't thought about having kids, but it was not something that he wanted to get into at that time. In the future with Fyr though? Of course, sure. He couldn't imagine anything other, quite honestly, than having a family with her, his heart warming through at the thought of seeing little dragonets running around. What he would have liked, however, was to see his career as he wanted it, up and running, before anything like that happened. He still felt young and Sasha reminded him of that.

"Oh..." Sasha put a paw to her forehead, giving him a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Car, I'm not quite feeling myself... A bit woozy... I'm going to get myself a glass of water, be back in a minute."

"Wait - hang on!"

Of course, he was not going to allow her to fetch her own glass of water when she was already not feeling herself. That was not what a dragoness should have to do, especially when she had a willing partner there to do it for her, Car ensuring that she sat down on the moderately used, still comfortable sofa, sinking deeper into the plusher seat cushions than she would have at home.

"Heh, oops," Sasha said with a wriggle, trying to prop herself up in a more dignified way as the cushions threatened to swallow her whole, practically. "I guess your parents don't need much support in their furniture, do they?"

"No, not really," Car laughed as he brought back her drink and a snack bar - one of the posh ones from the health food store. "They're really active, always out and about. I don't think they even spend much time on the sofa. You should meet them soon, Sasha, properly, not just a "hi" and a wave in passing like when I was dropping Fyr off that one time. Even Fyr's not sat down really to dinner with them and I want everyone to get to know each other."

"I'm glad of that, Car," Sasha said, nibbling delicately on the snack bar he'd brought, as if she was trying to be more ladylike than she had to be before him. "Because I'd like to see you around here with Fyr and me for a long time. Forever, in fact, as cheesy as that sounds."

She chuckled and the drake blushed, shaking his head, though he agreed with her.

"That's what I want too, Sasha, I want to do good for you and Fyr, though...I don't know how things are going to work between us. It's confusing... I need to get it all straight in my head, but it feels right, you know? Does that even make any sense?"

"Of course, honey, it makes perfect sense."

She smiled, finishing her snack bar, a little more refreshed. She could have taken more of a break, but her sweet dragon's mind was elsewhere and she couldn't have that, not when she could tell there was more preying on his mind. Neither did Sasha want to complicate things further with the news she had, though it was something very important that would have to come out sooner or later. Sooner rather than later, if she had her way about it, but there had to be a right time and a right place for it. She had wondered what would happen if she kept it all to herself, but, really...

Oh, look at her! She set aside her water bottle, thrusting those thoughts from her mind. No more of that! No more, no more, not as she slipped herself back into her rightful place in Car's arms, the dragon kissing her, their bodies fitting so well against one another, his arms around her.

Yes, that was the right place to be, the best place to be, the place in which she could slip away from her reality, find a better one, though it was a kind of reality too. She liked that, very much, moaning against his lips, letting her jaws part to accept the sweetness of his tongue exploring her muzzle, playing a little more submissive. At least for the time being, that was. Sasha wouldn't have wanted to be passive from playing it out too far, as much as Carenath made her melt against him.

He sat down on the sofa, hitching her up in his arms, uncaring that the living room curtains were still open, that they could still be seen if someone walked up to the house, caught them in the act. It was too enticing, too lustful, the moment tangled around them like the web of lies that had been formed by their lust, the drake grunting, his paws on her hips, groping her thigh, feminine thighs.

Fyr had thighs like that, but he could not imagine that it was Fyr on top of him when her mouth felt so different, a harder kind of passion behind Sasha's kisses. She was a dragoness who knew what she wanted and was not going to stop until she took it for her own, growling into his mouth, Carenath squeezing her tightly in return.

Never... He told himself. He would never let her go, neither her nor Fyr. He cared for them too deeply and whether they all liked it or not their lives had become entangled with one another in a way that was impossible to unbind. Not that he wanted to see it so, however...

He rolled his hips up against her, though the dragoness knew already what he craved, sliding her jeans down and off, grubby from working in the garden. Yet the beauty of her scales lay beneath in shimmering shades of deep blue, reflecting the late morning light, more of the day still to come. And he had all that time and more with her as she teasingly removed her panties too with her back to him.

"Oh fuck..."

Carenath groaned, eyes riveted to her, her panties clinging to the lips of her pussy as if they were not going to come free, she was that wet. The outline of her sex showed through the thin fabric and Carenath didn't know how cotton could be so alluring, something so simple and pure and yet still everything that he needed it to be in the moment. Lingerie didn't have to be lace and silk to be sexy and it was the tease and mystery of what lay beneath it that turned him on.

Down and down and down her legs, which had never seemed longer, the undergarment teased, showing off every curve, her thick thighs, her strong calves, everything about her that added into the grand picture of his love for the older dragoness. He loved more than only her body, but the sexiness of it was not to be denied, Car squirming, yanking his jeans down a bit, freeing his cock, though his balls remained tucked down under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He couldn't get them out of the way in time, but it didn't matter as he drew her straight back into his lap.

"Ohhh..."

Sasha moaned, his cock springing up against her pussy, her back to his chest, facing the same direction as one another. She trembled, his cock pressing against her folds, guided by his paw as, slowly but surely, he pressed up into her, inch by delectable inch. It was gravity that forced her down and back more quickly than she would have liked, her legs left out in front of her as if she was merely casually sitting on the sofa, the weight of their bodies together pushing them deeper into the soft cushions.

The dragoness squirmed deliciously in his lap. So full... He was so hard, it was always a wonder to her that the drake could get as hard as he was in the blink of an eye. But he was young, so young, and so very virile, the kind of stud that she wanted to keep around for a very long time, his body primed for breeding, for mating, for the sweet art of lovemaking. It felt right to keep her knees close together rather than spreading them out, though with the weight of her body pinning the drake down, his cock buried inside her, the position managed to leave her feeling oddly vulnerable.

Car kissed the back of her neck, lips on her shoulder, her nape, teasing, pleasing.

"I made love to Fyr like this earlier this morning," he breathed, licking the back of her neck as Sasha shivered and cooed. "Only she was facing me. Deep... Close... Long... Slow... Thrusts..."

He nipped and nibbled playfully at her neck, taking his own form of payback as the dragoness turned to goo, figuratively, in his arms. She quivered terribly, his cock grinding up against all the right spots inside her, the position not one that they had tried before. She felt as if she could have gotten herself up and off his lap if she lurched and threw her body into the motion, but she didn't want to hurt him either and, frankly, there was nowhere else that she'd rather be than with Carenath. Unlike the drake, she did not have another partner to go home to, one little thing that she was jealous of.

Maybe that would change things when she told him...but she could not be sure.

"Ohhh..."

She moaned, the moment sweet, sensual, light, everything it was required to be. And that was enough, purely enough, simply enough. Sex didn't have to be complicated even while it was on the risky side and she lusted for the drake exactly as he was in nothing more than his own scales and mind. His paw coming around to the front of her crotch, however, was welcomed, stimulating her clit as she panted, the soft rubbing of his fingers bringing her slowly but desperately to a crescendo of need.

The dragoness grunted, twisting her head to the side, reaching back to grip him, needing that moment of stability.

"Ah... Carenath!"

Yet she would not hold back her orgasm, not as he nipped and bit at her shoulder, leaving a deeper mark than a mere love bite there, lapping over the spot with his tongue, a bead of blood showing. It had not hurt her, but the dragoness' orgasm powered through her more strongly for it, the room as unfamiliar as it could ever be, a naughty thrill pumping through her with electric need at fucking her daughter's boyfriend in his parents' living room. What would they say if they knew? Oh, the risk was worth it, howling out her pleasure, rocking and grinding back against him as if there was nothing else in the world for her.

That could well have been so, at least for Sasha. But there was something more in her that needed attention, something that she would have to pass on that attention to Carenath soon enough too.

The drake, however, did not climax, holding her tightly, stilling her in his lap, his fingers teasing her clit, giving it a cheeky squeeze and the lightest of pinches - not hard enough to be called such really - when he knew that she was too sensitive for that. But who was he to resist the urge of a dragoness squirming and whimpering in his lap so very sweetly?

"Come on..." He whispered, kissing her cheek. "Don't tell me that you didn't bring the pegging stuff with you..."

Sasha started, half twisting around to look at him, wide-eyed.

"How in all hell did you know that I'd brought that with me?"

The drake grinned, cock throbbing, need high.

"A lucky guess... Come on..."

She didn't need any encouragement more than that as she followed him, bottomless, up the stairs with her bag in paw, heart beating more quickly than usual. Sasha may have come down from her first orgasm, but that did not mean that her body did not lust for more, for that bone-shaking passion that his cock brought her, his kisses sending her heart all a-flutter in the best of ways.

They kissed, the strap-on with the full harness out as they stripped down fully in his parents' bedroom to nothing more than their scales. Nothing more was needed, much less in the throes of passion, heaving and panting, moaning, Car's body naughtily aching for a good mounting, something that he had not had since that very first time that Sasha had brought home the new strap-on toys to play.

Anal play... He had not thought that he would like it as much as he had before Sasha had introduced him to it, though their shared masturbation had perked his interest more so than ever. There was more to simply being penetrated than he imagined, grinding back, his tail lifted, presenting himself to her on the bed as he had seen Sasha present herself to him so many times. It was a hot pose, one that made him feel as if he was in control all in a position of power, despite being technically on the bottom. That was one thing that Carenath thought he was learning too. Being on "top" didn't matter between who was highest, so to speak, even if it so often seemed like that with many guys, the little bit of locker room banter that he had engaged in before. It had never really been his scene, not like that.

But he could "bottom" for Sasha too as she fitted a good-size medium toy into the harness. A light buzzing told him that there was a vibrator on her side of the harness, which came with a soft front and O-ring for the toy, the rest of it composed of straps that went around her hips and between her thighs, beautifully framing her strong glutes. It was a pleasure for both of them, Car quivering lightly, dipping his nose, Sasha giving the toy a quick, cursory coat of lube, though they knew really that it would not be needed. They understood each other's bodies better after that first time together, sweetly so.

It was all worth it as she pushed into him, taking his breath away, feeling more himself all over again. Car had not even realised that he had not been feeling like himself, though it was all as he wanted it to be, his anal ring stretched and spread, his body giving itself up to her. For him, it felt even more intimate than him taking her vaginally or anally, sacrificing sweetly another part of himself to the dragoness who had changed his world for the better.

But Fyr changed your world too. The little voice in his head didn't want to be quiet, his groans not enough to silence it. She made things better, gave you hope again.

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But Fyr didn't' fuck him with a strap-on. Maybe she would, one day, if he asked her, though Carenath doubted it, doubted that things would come through as sweetly and as kindly as all that. That was not the Fyr he knew and loved, but he loved her all the same. The problem with it all was that he loved Sasha too.

Better to forget all of that. Better to languish and linger in pleasure, to be right where he needed to be, to not worry about a damn thing more. That was not for him, not then, not even, not as Sasha's hips and the soft front of the strap-on harness came up flush with his backside, his tail hopelessly raised for her. There could be no question as to his enjoyment of it, his body aching, grinding back onto "her" hot length. It may as well have been a part of the dragoness for how it penetrated him, warming to the heat of his body as if it was a real cock, something that he could take deep and suck the seed from, even...

That was a hot thought, a deviously kinky thought for a dragon who had not experienced sex with another male yet; he didn't even know if he wanted to. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, but what he did know was that Sasha powering into his backside, stroke after stroke, made him feel so fucking good. It was not one of the toys that they had used together before, a little line of ridges under where the shaped head of the toy was stimulating his anal ring with every thrust, teasing over it, Sasha making sure to use every inch of the toy in her ardent pleasure of him.

It was a shared experience, however, the dragoness moaning out his name as her tongue practically dangled from her muzzle, groaning gutturally. She didn't even know that she could make a raw and lustful noise like that, yet it had come from her all the same, one knee up on the edge of the bed and her other leg flung out behind her, bracing her to thrust harder and faster, to let go and push into her lust.

She'd held back before, but now she wanted to see what the drake could truly hold in him, what his body was capable of. His huffs and pants, whimpers for more - oh, they were all well and good, but she wanted to see what would have him climaxing, his cock wanting to soften a little as she ground furiously into his tail hole, stretching him open as much as he had been before. But what Car had not had before was the driving pound of a strap-on cock determined to take a touch of power back for herself, to show him another way and another light, something more that they could share between them.

A little kink and a little play... Oh, it was present in everything as she pushed on, murmuring, panting, her jaws hanging open, tongue fluttering in the channel between her teeth. That was one part of herself that she had to be careful of, for her teeth were sharp even as an anthro, reminiscent of their carnivorous heritage as dragons.

Yet that feral nature and that power had to be shown too, her hips driving, pounding, acting as if she was a breeding stud as she passionately crammed every inch into him that she could. Deeper and deeper, her hips flush with his backside, she took her cues from the drake under her as her claws bit into his backside, holding him in place.

"Unff... Yes... Fuck..."

She lost sense of herself, giving in to the moment, moaning deeply in the back of her throat, her body a piston, thrusting and grinding, driving in hard and fast. Carenath moaned under her, begging openly for more, though the moment was better exactly the way it was, not something that either of them had to change. It was right as it was, moans rising, lust flowing, his cock drip, drip, dripping to the bed.

He could not stop his orgasm, loving how the dragoness was carried away by her passion, grinding into him, every thrust feeling as if it was penetrating right through to the very core of his being. It was right and it was wrong and every sensation collided in on the next, Sasha howling as she too climaxed. Yet it was a different kind of orgasm for Car with a hard length of sex toy in his arse, a thick cock that he could even deliriously squeeze down on, clenching his arse for that extra kick of sensation.

Never would he have ever thought that he would be doing something like that on his parents' bed, so wrong, so right. They would never know, of course, not as he mussed up their sheets, the mattress creaking and squeaking under their combined weight. It might have been too much for the old mattress and bed frame, but that was something that would have to be addressed later, for they could not do anything else in the heat of the moment, his orgasm bursting forth, unloading onto the bed.

Sasha squealed and slammed in, lost in climax, her paw flitting around, trying to grasp Car's cock, but he was jerking and spurting far too much for her to get a good grip on him. Just when she thought she had his dick in her paw he was gone again, the passionate course of lusting carrying them forward whether they were ready for it or not.

Pleasure like none other powered through her, grinding in hard, leaving the entire length of the toy buried in his arse as she pushed on and down against the vibrator. She'd never thought that she could lose herself like that, but it was more intoxicating than she could have imagined, licking her lips, heaving, grunting, orgasm pulsing through her, ripple after ripple. It lasted longer than a wave, that could come in a tidal swamp, drowning her completely. Yet that was what she wanted too, desire pounding and pulling at her, reminding her just why she leaned into such carnal lust in the first place.

Carenath moaned, his head hanging, half slumping to the bed, for he no longer felt like he had the energy or the strength left in his body for anything else, his cock aching, his tail hole too sensitive. Yet he didn't have the breath in his lungs, not yet, to say anything, swimming in lust, his cock so sore, even though he had not ploughed it into either a maw, a pussy or a tail hole yet.

That didn't matter, not when passion was the order of the day, something that he could share deliriously with Sasha, her faux cock sliding out of his tail hole softly, slowly, coming back to herself once more. She didn't want to hurt him, not as she laid him down on his side on the bed and curled up around him, her tail lazily intertwined with his, the same body right then and there.

They could not linger there, coming around, though the sleepy warmth of the afterglow was alluring.

"Oh, gosh..." Sasha giggled, pawing at the sheets, though she was not honestly all that worried. "Car... Honey, I've got to wash this. Your parents aren't coming back too soon, right?"

Getting cum and other sexual fluids out of a bedspread, after all, was more difficult than some may have thought, depending on the material. But she was a pro at that, at getting out difficult stains after two children, though some of them in Kao's case had been more suspect than others...

Still, it was nice to be around Car, even when they weren't actually fucking, even if her pace was, well, a little off from its usual. Not enough for him to notice, for she was careful about when she took breaks, not wanting to worry him. Oh, he would be worried, she was sure of it, if he knew, though it was something that had to come out sooner or later...

Her tiredness, after all, had not been a mystery to Sasha for very long.

She knew, however, why she was so slow, why she was a little more tired than usual, wanting to keep up her usual pace but not being quite able to. It had been many years since she'd felt like that, in the high teens, but she still knew, resting a paw on her stomach with a hint of protectiveness, heart pounding.

Calm down, she told herself. He'll pick up on it. You don't want to stress out for them. But...you're going to have to talk to him about it sooner or later.

He kissed her and she shivered as he ran his paw over her stomach without even knowing. Or maybe he did know, fresh and clean after a shower, a smile on his lips and a swing in his tail, caressing her belly, a fleeting touch, yet one that left even more of an impression on her than usual.

She always lingered in the memory of his touch, every day and every night, though Sasha felt like she needed it more and more, every moment a precious one to her, in a way that was hers alone. They cleaned a little, a sense of comfort hanging about them, imagining them truly as a couple, a pairing that could have remained as they were forever, even though, well...she knew that things could not remain the same always. One way or another, they would have to change whether she stayed with Car or Fyr stayed with Car or something unprecedented happened. Despite her age, Sasha knew that there was only so much wisdom she could impart to him and that was one area in life where she was woefully unprepared.

The need for closeness, however, pressed upon her and she dragged Carenath to the sofa, cuddling up to him, her head on his shoulder, turning a movie on. He chuckled and put his arm around her, but other than that there was not a complaint to be had from the drake. He already thought that he was the luckiest dragon in the whole damn world.

Soft and sweet... The moment was all that it needed to be, the day wearing on into the afternoon, the movie an action flick that, to be fair to them, was right up their alleys. Fast and furious, a good story: what wasn't to like there?

But his attention was not wholly on the movie, for his days were not entirely taken up by Sasha. They never could be, checking his phone, the light from it reflecting off the scales of his muzzle. With only his jeans on, he didn't bother with a shirt while Sasha went bottomless, a pair of panties sort of in place but tucked under her tail so that it felt like the faintest swish of her tail would have dislodged them and slid them down her round rump.

Fyr: How's the cleaning going, hon? You gonna be out late?

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Car: Going well, did the lawn, pretty tired. Do we have proper hedge trimming things at home?

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Fyr: No, but mom does, I could ask her for you?

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The drake glanced to the side, the tip of his tail twitching against the bulk of Sasha's. What Fyr didn't know couldn't hurt her, right? Even he knew, however, that that was not true.

Car: Yeah, that'd be great - thanks! Really want to get all the bits nice for them before they come home.

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Fyr: You're so sweet.

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He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. Maybe he was... Maybe he wasn't... Car didn't know anymore.

Car: Is your work going okay? When do you think you're going to head back?

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He had to make sure he was home before her. A nice dinner, a nice shoulder rub, a nice kiss, or two, or three... Yes, that was very much what his dragoness deserved, all the attention on her. His heart warmed and settled at the thought of it.

"Hey, Sasha..."

But that would be for later. The drake smirked, leaning back on the sofa, his paws behind his head, the cockiest grin he could put on his muzzle plastered in place. The dragoness chuckled and pushed herself up, somehow managing to give a tousled look despite not having any hair or a mane of fluff like some dragons.

"What's that, honey?" She breathed, eyes sparkling with delight. "Is there something you want from me?"

By way of answer, he kissed her deeply, the dragoness' moan trapped in his muzzle, two hearts pounding together as one. She yanked at his jeans and he helped her pull them half off him, down to his thighs, for the button had not been done up anyway. It was as if they had realised that something more was going to happen to them whether they were looking for it or not, another romp as Sasha shuddered pleasurably.

Like always, she didn't need the dragon's tongue or muzzle between her thighs to get her ready for his hot length, the thick, throbbing meat of his cock. As much as she enjoyed it in her muzzle, it suited her even better sliding into her pussy, the uncut shaft filling her perfectly, giving her every inch of that stretch that she so adored.

"Oh, yes... Car... Ohhhh..."

She moaned openly, not needing to hide or conceal her lust in any way. With him, she could be open, and things would all become clear, the route that their lives were to take together. In sexual pleasure and lust, her tail lashed back and forth, straddling his lap, hips rolling, taking more and more of his cock into her pussy while it stretched around him.

The dragon huffed and panted, his muzzle wrinkling as he tried to hold back his cries. Car was at least somewhat glad that he had gotten off a few times already, allowing him greater stamina, merely enjoying the succulent heat of the dragoness' pussy wrapped around him. She was still wet, juices rolling down his cock, so erotically lustful that he longed, even then, to dive between her thighs, to spread them apart and eat her out as if he was never going to get the chance to again.

Yet the feel of her in his arms, so solid and full of life, was all that he craved, running his paws over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, adoring every reaction of hers. Such little touches, sensual touches, could have great effects, though he had not yet uncovered all of them. That was why he wanted a life with her, the dragoness who made his heart sing, kissing her deeply as she rode him.

No one had closed the curtains in the living room. Did it matter? No one was going to be there.

Sasha bore down hungrily on his cock, growling into the kiss, tangling her tongue with his, fighting with him, however playfully, for that lure of dominance. She might have been on top, but there was nothing like the meat of his cock to make her quiver deliciously. Her head swam, yet she was exactly where she wanted to be, her cunny speared on his cock as it drove deep, Carenath digging his heels into the carpet under her to drive up.

"Oof..."

She grunted, need rising, toes curling with the tease of approaching climax. He always knew how to get her there.

However, circumstances were at work for the two of them that were beyond their control and entirely of their own doing...

Fyr didn't know what was going on. Fyr didn't know anything. All she knew was that her boyfriend had been working hard all day trying to do a nice thing for his parents and she wanted to see the smile on his face when she walked through the door.

That was why she had taken off from work early, gotten special permission to leave an hour early after everything necessary had been wrapped up, though she would have liked a shower after leaving the farm. The animals were being brought in at the tail end of the year to be checked, some of the cows to be turned out on the larger pastures, where they would all be rounded up again, whether with dogs, horses or quads. It was still something she was learning the ins and outs of, regretting sometimes that she had not grown up on a farm or a ranch, because it would have given her a leg-up in the community. In her line of study and work, she was still learning everything and didn't have any background or childhood knowledge to fall back on.

But it was the path she'd wanted to take and being fulfilled every day was far more important to her than making lots of money. That was one of the reasons that she'd liked Car so much. Others had commented with her, over and over, that she wouldn't make any money doing what she was doing, but they hadn't understood that that wasn't what was important to her. Carenath had. He had listened to her, cared for her, always put her and her best interests first.

She blushed. He was so good to her... It was one reason why she had started wondering, even if she could not quite tell when that had begun, what was to come of their relationship. Not in any sense that it was going to go wrong, of course, not bad in any way...but was it too soon to wonder about engagement? The possibility of getting married? In one way, it felt as if they had been together forever and still no time at all too.

"Hm?"

She cocked her head, pulling up on the street outside Car's parents' place, surprised to find another car in the driveway already, along with his. She peered at it, but there was no mistaking the license plate; that was her mother's car. Her brow furrowed. What on earth was her mother doing there? Or had Carenath jumped ahead of her and asked Sasha to bring the hedge trimming stuff earlier in the day?

Yeah... Yeah, that was probably right, she thought to herself. But it was dark - why would they need something like that as evening was falling? Not properly dark, okay, but dark enough that doing any work in the garden without urgent need didn't make sense.

She could have known, the sick churning in the pit of her stomach rising, the little voice in the back of her mind crying out to her. If she'd listened to both her gut feeling and that little voice when they had first appeared, maybe things could have turned out differently for her.

"Damn it..."

She didn't have a key. That was a pain, though something caught her eye as she raised her paw to knock - a cry of some kind? Her heart fluttered. Was something wrong? She wasn't the bravest... With her phone in hand, she followed the sound of a thud, a bump, another strangled sort of moan...

Fuck, was something going on in there? With her mouth try and the emergency line number on her phone screen, she crept up to the living room window where the curtains had been left open.

Her paw dropped, her phone falling from it, the number remaining on the screen for a moment before it timed out, dropping to black. Yet her world cracked and crumbled in an instant, sunk away from all reality, dull, white noise rustling in her ears. It was not the pounding of her heart, though her pulse was out of control, her jaw slack, mouth dry, no sound reaching her. Nausea roiled and leapt in her stomach, clawing at her oesophagus, threatening to empty the contents of her lunch back where it had come from.

But she couldn't do anything except stare, horrified, her eyes wide and strained, tears pricking in the corners of them that she was not aware of.

What was he... Her boyfriend...

The thoughts would not even come in any sensible order, her boyfriend on the sofa. There was nothing wrong with that, no, not at all, yet the reasoning of that was swept away by the fact that her mother was in his lap. At first, she thought that Sasha was reaching for something, but there was only one thing that those rolling, bouncing thrusts could mean. And the angle of her watching, of course, showed her, quite clearly, how her boyfriend's dick was plunged into her mother's pussy.

No.

No.

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There had to be some mistake.

She must have gotten something wrong.

But she hadn't.

Her mother's T-shirt was pushed up over her tits, her underwear clinging to the side of Car's cock, breasts bouncing as she moaned. That had been the cry that Fyr had heard, yet she couldn't stop watching as she pressed a paw to her chest, some part of her aware that, somehow, she had to slow the racing of her heart. It wasn't good for her.

Yet what she had thought was good for her turned out to very much not be good for her. Not good, no good at all.

She clenched her paw into a fist, half-raising it, her fist shaking. She couldn't hold it, not wanting that image before her, the horror show, their cries filtering through even the glass. Were they enjoying each other so much that they didn't know how to be fucking quiet? If she hadn't heard anything, maybe she wouldn't feel like she did! She could have been happy, been with Car, thought everything was as well and as good and as fucking fine as it had been only a few minutes ago!

Her fist trembled with restrained fury, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed. Her vision blurred with tears, yet she didn't allow them to fall. He didn't fucking deserve it.

She wanted to sink her fist into the glass, to see the image of them together broken, shattered into a million tiny fragments...but Fyr doubted she would break it. She had to look after herself still, the calm, rational part of her leading her back, telling her that a night in Accident & Emergency was not on the cards for her.

Maybe someone else though...

Sasha was in full moan, her head thrown back, near the peak of orgasm when the door slammed open. Her daughter hurled herself at her with a shriek that could have come from the underworld, claws out, teeth showing, eyes flashing with anger. Sasha had not known that that was something that could happen outside movies, books... Things like that.

But Fyr did. Snarling, open mouthed with rage, she thundered.

"Get your fucking cunt off my boyfriend!"

That wasn't going to change anything, not at such a point, Sasha scrambling back, her paws up in the air, trying to stave off Fyr, though nothing was going to do that. Her daughter was a raging ball of fire and quite rightly so, her tail lashing the air like the crack of a while, even Car putting his paws to his ears. Well, he tried to, but the drake only got them halfway, Fyr lunging at him, claws biting into his scales, the drake frozen in place, his cock still half-hard despite everything.

"How the fuck could you do this to me?" She howled, grabbing him by the shoulders, shaking him like a dog with a rag. "She's my mother! You couldn't fucking pick anyone else to fucking cheat on me with! Fuck, I can't believe you!"

She couldn't get the words out quickly enough, yet Carenath retreated in his mind, dull shock swamping him. In his head, he was drowning, silvery bubbles streaming from his lips. The surface was far away as her words poured over him, her paw connecting sharply with the side of his head.

She'd slapped him. He deserved it. But he'd never thought he'd push Fyr so far as to hit him.

Drowning, sleeping, fading... He pulled away in his head, lips moving a little, yet he didn't even know what words to send to them.

"Please..."

He thought he might have said the word, but didn't think any sound came out. All he could hear was her words pounding over him, drumming as if he had been shoved under the surface of the ocean by a tidal wave, currents dragging him to the deeps. Yet the silvery bubbles that could have led him back to the surface faded as soon as they appeared, leaving him to drown without a route back to safety.

Figures...

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"You did this to me! This is all fucking you - and why? Why her? Why me? Did you plan all of this from the start? Carenath, you fucking bastard - answer me!"

She snarled, spittle flying, though Fyr cared less about being ladylike then than anything else. Fuck that! And fuck the drake who had shown her that loving anyone wasn't worth it after all!

"Fyr, please, you've got to..."

She rounded on her mother, growling, throat trembling with the force of her fury.

"What, mother? I've got to, what? Do you fucking think you get to say anything after all you've done? This doesn't take one dragon - it takes two! You could have said no! You could have told me if he was making moves on you! But neither of you fucking cared about me, only about getting whatever it is the fuck you wanted! Not me!"

Car rose, but she did not see him. She didn't want to see him ever again.

"Fyr..."

"No!" She snarled and snapped, yet the tears had come, streaming down her face, fuck. "You don't... You don't deserve to talk! I don't care - I don't care about anything! Fuck you! Fuck the both of you! You knew what you were doing and you didn't fucking care about anything else other than...than...yourselves!"

Yet she had no words, coughing, choking on her sobs, her chest tight, too tight. Her ears ached with the force of her heart pounding, or so it felt, and all the dragoness could do was whirl around, fleeing the house in floods of tears, coughing, sobbing, stumbling over her own feet.

Down the path, down to the car, hurling her body against the door, slamming into it, clawing at the handle as if that would get her into the driver's seat more quickly. She knew she shouldn't have been driving like that, though the voice was so small in the back of her mind that it was easily crushed. Crushed like her heart. And no one had fucking cared about that, had they?

She howled, a sound that no dragon should have ever had to make. Her heart ached, split in two, the cavern of her chest carved open to bear her pain. No one was going to make it any better for her though, not as she slammed her foot down on the gas pedal, squealing off, burning rubber, the stench of it remaining in the air.

Her boyfriend had fucked her mother.

Her ex-boyfriend had fucked her mother.

And her world would never be the same again.

Not after a second heartbreak.