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Broken Secrets

Chapter Fifteen

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Things were far from easy after Fyr left. Sasha sat on the edge of the bed, forcing down her morning sickness, though it was not something that she could ignore for long, considering that it was merely a reaction to her body to being pregnant. That it was there only complicated things too, though it was not as if the dragoness could simply turn back time and not fall pregnant.

She put her head in her paws, tail lashing back and forth in discomfort, anxiety curling through the sore, aching pit of her stomach. Or maybe that was more nausea bubbling up. It was hard to tell. The room she was in, back home, was the same, but...nothing could ever be the same again.

If she had used a condom, maybe things could have been different. If she had not fucked him, things would have been different. Yet it was as if the idea of not making love to Carenath was not a possibility in her head, that there was something between them, something that drew her to him and into his arms as if it was always meant to be.

She slid her feet into her fluffy, pink slippers, the softness of them little comfort at such a time. That was silly, too romantic, not fitting for such a situation. Of course, Fyr had told Kao. It was not as if it was something that could have been easily hidden from him anyway after everything had gone down, her son heading off with friends. The look that he had given her as he stomped out the door, that twisting disgust pulling at his lip, hurt a lot, but it was not quite up there with how Fyr had broken down before her.

And she deserved every last little bit of it. She deserved the fact that her son didn't want to be around her after how she had hurt his sister and she more than deserved every bit of pain that she had caused Fyr. If she could have taken it all on her shoulders and claimed it all, in some way, as her own, maybe that would have been better, yet to see her daughter broken, sobbing, screaming, fighting as if her life depended on it...

She'd had her heart broken. And there was nothing that Sasha could do to fix that.

Kao had come back once, while staying with friends, to pick up more of his things, his room already so bare of his prized possessions (of course, the gaming consoles had gone with him too) that it looked like he'd moved out for college. She'd known that was coming, of course, with him being in the last year of high school, but she still had not considered that such an upheaval so soon. Sasha had had to make sure that both she and Carenath were out for when Kao came by, for she was not so sure that she trusted her son to keep a level head, he was simply that infuriated by what she'd done. Again, she didn't blame him, yet there was some tiny, helpless level of damage control still to be done. She didn't want to get anyone more hurt than they already were.

One more thing had disappeared from Fyr's bedroom, though the dragoness had not set foot in her old family home, not after everything. Her apartment, however, had been stripped of everything she owned, while Carenath was out. But what had disappeared from the shelf above Fyr's bed in her room was something old, something precious, something that had been there since Fyr had hatched. Or been laid, technically, for it was the red and yellow fragments of her eggshell, what had remained after the dragonet, squalling and squealing to be taken care of, had broken from the egg into the world.

And now it was gone. Just like her daughter.

But she had to keep going. She had to get up, had to shower, had to throw up in the toilet - quietly, because, well...she hadn't exactly told Carenath yet. They hadn't spent too much time together in the four days since everything had happened, but they needed that time to digest, to adjust. One thing that had helped was Car staying over with her, though they did not always sleep in the same bed. The drake was more sleepless than her, though it was probably the early stages of the pregnancy that made it so that Sasha was more tired than he was. She hadn't yet decided whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Carenath sat up sometimes, staring at the TV, though it was no longer with the comfortable familiarity that being in that house, Sasha's house, had given him. He stared at it, not really seeing anything that played across it, dull and slow, his mind working as if through a thick layer of sludge. Yet he had to keep trying, had to keep doing, though it didn't feel like there was any point to it anymore.

Sasha was the point. Sasha was the reason that he had to keep going, leaning against her shoulder at the breakfast table, though he poked weakly at his toast and eggs. The closeness helped a little, even though he still very much did not feel like himself, not at all, not in any way that mattered. Maybe that was the "new self" and a new way of being that Carenath was going to have to get used to, pressing on with life and love, because, well...he'd done everything he was to blame for. In some way, one way or another, he was going to have to live with it, though he didn't think that there was any way in heaven or hell that he was going to fix what he'd broken.

Some things weren't meant to be fixed. But maybe they could become something different.

There was little for them to do, besides carrying on with their days. Sasha still had her part-time job to be getting on with, not the kind of dragoness to hang around at home for too long. Truth be told, she had let her hours slip a little when Carenath was around simply because she had something more to occupy her time with, something that made her feel good, something that made her feel whole and strong. But it was good too that she had something to go back to, something that she could sink her teeth into, the office work simple and yet enough, when she expressed her desire for more work, to keep her interested and occupied.

Just a little bit, it made her feel a little bit more herself, as if she was still "Sasha" under the layers of everything that had happened, the playing out of her changing body. Soon, she would have to work out what and when she was going to tell HR about her pregnancy, as there would have to be maternity leave after that - but would she even need it if she could end her employment there? After working for all her years and assistance from her late husband, she had managed well enough and it was not as if she needed too much money with a nice, little nest egg set up already. She'd want to make sure that Fyr and Kao still got their share of the inheritance after her time came, of course, but there was no monetary need to force herself to work.

It helped though. It helped her mind find something to focus on, to find the rhyme and the rhythm of normalcy that had not been there for so very long. Sometimes, that was all that something had to do, even though it may have seemed strange to some that she kept on working as she did, pressing on.

Carenath had to go to work, though he didn't know what he was going to do about the apartment yet. It was still on a month-to-month lease, as they hadn't been able to get anything else at the time, so it was not as if it was a huge money sink, even if he didn't yet want to admit or acknowledge that things were shifting, changing beyond his control. Maybe the closing of the apartment agreement and officially moving out would mean that there was nothing he could go back to.

"Hey, Car, do you want to watch a movie tonight?"

So normal. Yet so biga t the same time. It was a step indeed to bring them together for more than mealtimes, but it felt good to be curled up on the sofa together, their tails intertwined, linked as if they were one body, not two, one being shuddering in snatches of breath. They didn't know, on the sofa, the movie playing, when they had broken down crying, but the sobbing grabs of air were exactly what they'd needed, finally letting out what they had kept buried inside them since the incident.

No words, none other than heaved and panted "sorries" and garbles that didn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things. All that mattered was how their bodies were pressed together, their limbs tangled, Car feeling smaller than Sasha as he was crushed to her chest, his nose shoved somewhere up near the crook of her neck.

It was what they needed and they didn't need to do anything more than that, sitting there, being there, heaving and panting, the movie playing in the background. That time, their clothes were dishevelled from their proximity, how much they needed each other for something other than sex, though that would have been a perfectly reasonable reason for their clothes to end up like that too, if they had wanted it. It was not as if their relationship was private and secret anymore, no longer their dirty little secret, however unclean it had left them feeling.

They were a part of it too and there was no benefit to come from them feeling like the scum of the earth forever.

"Car?"

Sasha kissed his nose tentatively. Sitting back on the sofa with one leg kicked up onto the cushions, the other bent with her hind paw, bare, on the carpet, wriggling her toes, the weight of her partner on her stomach told her that there was something, in that moment, that had to be closed between them. Or opened, depending on what one considered it to be, her heartbeat racing faster and faster, a driving beat that determined what was to happen next.

Kissing her cheek softly, his eyes still glistening with tell-tale moisture, Car pressed in closer, if that was even possible.

"What is it?" His voice came out as barely a whisper, as if the drake did not dare raise it any more than that. "You... You seem like you need to say something? To tell me something?"

There was no sense in him trying to guess what it was that Sasha wanted to tell him, for it was not as if it was something that he would have guessed anyway. It was too far from his mind, something that he would never have even paused to think about, even though it had very much been a possibility the whole time, considering that they had not used a condom once.

That had been their fault too, but there was nothing that could be done about it then. Whether or not Car stayed with her too, Sasha was not about to let the baby go. It was time to face the music.

She took a breath, blood roaring in her ears, a dull pound of her heart forming the backdrop to the moment.

"Shit, Sasha, are you okay? Your heart is going so fucking fast."

She had to tell him.

"I'm pregnant...with your dragonet, Carenath."

And that was what changed everything.

A pregnancy announcement should always have been a time of joy for any dragoness, assuming that all had gone to plan, though it was with a tremor in her heart for the wrong reasons that Sasha had told Car. She didn't know how he'd react, whether it would drive him away from her, what would be the turning point, the point of no return from which he could not take anymore. He was only a young drake still, even if he had experienced far more in his life than she thought, privately, Kao had so far, but the experience he was to take on in the world was sharply and swiftly going to escalate.

He clung to her, his head spinning, yet, even as he absorbed what it was that she had said, Car found himself squeezing Sasha, around the upper torso and shoulders harder than he ever had before. The pain was still there, churning through his stomach and sinking furious fingers into his spine, as if it was seeking to control him from the inside out, but the smile that stretched his lips wider and wider down the entire line of his jaw was more powerful still. His heart surged and he let out a strangled cry that could only be of joy as he drew Sasha in close and tight to him, kissing her muzzle, her lips, her cheek, her neck, every part of her that he could reach.

Where Car may not have had the words to say how he felt about everything, how he would be right there, by her side, through it all, he knew how to say it with the tease of his body instead. Such passion and overwhelming warmth had to have somewhere to go, after all, and he kissed down her neck as the dragoness moaned in evident surprise, despite how she rolled her breasts up against his light, fluttering touch.

Softly and gently, as if they were making love rather than fucking, once again, he drew her T-shirt up and over her shoulders and arms, leaving her brassiere in place, loosening his jeans at the button at the same time. One piece of clothing at a time had to hit the carpet, though their soft giggles and kisses, tongues lapping up sensually against one another, came sweetly, tenderly, as if it was their first time together. In a way, it was, because they were no longer sneaking around, no longer trying to hide and avoid the due shame of cheating, all as they were, all as they needed to be.

Car drew the dragoness sensually and sweetly out of her clothes, barely aware of when he had gotten down into his boxers too - the old, comfy ones that weren't very sexy at all and that he barely wore around Sasha. And even then only when he knew that he was not going to be stripped out of his clothes! He'd always wanted to look good for her, Fyr too, even though one of the two was no longer a possibility. But it was real and it was raw, laying everything they had in them and all that they were bare for all to see, his nose dipping between her thighs softly.

"Ohhh, Car..."

He loved when she moaned for him like that, but Car had not realised that it had slipped from his mind, at least for a little while. It had been a few days since he had last been that kind of intimate with Sasha and he relished every moment as if it was her last, still reeling from the revelation that she was carrying his child, his egg, inside her.

How long until they were laid? How long until they hatched? Oh, they had so much to prepare for!

Yet their lust and their love had to be tended to also, as much a garden that would need watering as the playful squeals of a little dragonet who would depend on them for years to come. And he would do everything he had and could for them without question, loving them unconditionally with the fierce, single-minded love that only a father could hold.

Sasha moaned and closed her thighs around his head, the softness of her flesh and scales luring him on, his tongue dipping inside her again and again, teasing around, flickering over her clit. Oh, he knew how to make her feel good, how to make her head spin, to make her feel as if she was as light as air, so insubstantial on waves of drifting pleasure that she might well have floated away. He lapped into her deeply, though what she did not expect through the closure of relief that he had responded in the best way possible to her pregnancy revelation, was his fingers to tease up against her tail hole.

With as much space as she could, she twitched her tail invitingly out of the way, offering that entrance to her body too up to him, however he wanted to take it. In that moment, all Sasha needed was to feel pleasure, to enjoy and languish in sensation, to forget about everything else but the moment. Some called it mindfulness but they never considered how something like that played into sex too. A busy mind could take away from the experience itself so she focused on enjoying the moment and nothing more than that, how good his fingers felt sliding into her arse.

"Oh, yeah, Car... Ohhhh..."

Her moans carried him on, emboldening him to give her more and more pleasure, teasing them back and forth slowly, gently, for it was all about the lure of pleasure that time. He could have gone much more roughly than he was, but that could come in another time, another session, as he cradled her clit with his slender, flexible tongue, the tip lashing it fervently as if he was about to get her off right then and there.

But not quite yet, not as he pleasured her, one paw on his hard length, boxers shoved down his thighs but not off entirely, the only article of clothing that was left on their bodies. He had to be there in the moment, had to experience every little bit of it, even though it would be far from his last time with Sasha.

His fingers drove a little more roughly into her anal passage as she cried out for him, moaning his name, grinding against him as if there was nothing else in the world for her. Indeed, her world did seem to have narrowed to the very sexy young drake in many ways, though that was not entirely a bad thing. There was little else that Sasha wanted to capture her attention as Car ate her out, lapping up her juices sloppily, even managing to just about twist his paw enough for his thumb and side of his paw to press up against her needy cunny.

It was too much for her, head swimming, lust swarming her as if she was being surrounded from all sides, pinned down, though the tearing through of her orgasm was not to be denied. Every pounding pulse of it had her tail thrashing, slapping against Carenath's side, driving her on, the roll of her hips short and frantic, desperate, far from sensual. She only knew what she needed, what she craved, how every pulse of wanton pleasure had her craving more.

And when she came down from her high in his arms, Car was right there for her, kicking off his underwear, laying her down against the length of the sofa as if they were lying flat out on the bed. There was plenty of space for them, especially with the lounger section at the far end, though Car only needed a moment with her, pressing one of her legs back, bending at the knee.

"Ah..."

His cock found her pussy, teasing open her slick folds, his paw still wet from her juices, though the dragoness under him quivered as if she wanted something else. If she did, however, she'd have to tell him, for Car was already inside her, stretching her folds lusciously open with his cock for the first time in days.

They groaned together, a deep, guttural sound that rang with passion. Fuck, how he'd missed that. It was wrong for them to not be having sex and every thrust brought fresh life back to him, as if he was reminding himself of why he was doing what he was doing, what it had meant to him, why he had been called to Sasha in the first place. It was not that he had ever wanted to cheat on Fyr, not thinking it through like that, but there was something about the dragoness that had drawn him into her arms.

There, with every thrust, every stroke of his cock, he belonged there, in her arms, fucking her as if nothing was keeping them apart, nothing that could ever set them in any other place in the world other than exactly where they were. Their need for one another, in lust and love, was paramount, and he didn't want to hide any of it from himself, the world or Sasha for a single moment more. Bending her leg a little further back for an even deeper thrust, he snarled passionately, lashing the air with his tail, though he was careful not to strike her, not even in his excitement.

His child... His offspring... His egg. All in the warmth of her womb.

It was hot. Beyond even the love he felt for her and their, as yet, unborn child, it was hot, so hot that he fucked her with more passion than he had ever had before, grinding in deep, loving the warm velvet of her folds. She was so wet, as if she had been ready and waiting for him the whole time, merely knowing that he was going to come back to her sooner or later, that things would come into a "better normal" for them. For there was no going back to the way that things had been before and, seeing how well that had panned out, who the fuck would have wanted to?

Things would be better, at least for them, all in a way that they could lean into, learn from, moaning out each other's names without caring who heard in the dead of the night. Her succulent folds gripped him tightly and his heart lifted to know that he had fucked her straight into another orgasm - without even brushing or teasing her clit with the tip of his finger. Damn, it was hot, too hot, to be able to stroke Sasha's need like that, the fire of her body calling him on as he filled her with the length of his cock.

Only, there was more of a filling to come, thinking, with a devious little smirk, that there was no way that he could get her pregnant twice, not while she was already pregnant, not caring for a condom. Maybe there should have been more caution between them than there was but their relationship had a sense of being present for years, the kind of partners who lusted and loved for one another and had been together for a long, long time. Even if they hadn't. Yet some things were not so easy to deny.

His shaft ached, giving him the impression that it was twitching inside the dragoness. Car needed to cum, badly too, though he held off for as long as he could, hissing through his teeth.

"Fuck, I love you so much..."

His eyes met Sasha's and, right then and there, nothing else in the world mattered, his cock sinking deep, stretching her open, hitting all the right spots as she clung to his arms. With one of her legs bent back as it was, there was little that Sasha could do to get out of such a position, so it was a good thing that she had no inclination of doing that. All she wanted was that thick, beautiful length of dragon meat to stay right where it was, taking her away to another place and time with every stroke.

She felt it thought, those little tensions and contractions in Carenath's body as he hissed, his tail stiffer than it had been, except for the tip, curling back and forth. He had his little tells and she exploited them deliciously, grinding up against him, hooking her heel around to his lower back and arching up against him with what little leverage that allowed her. Sometimes, a dragoness in her position had to use whatever was there at her disposal, taking a tease through the smoke of passion to greater heights of pleasure.

She needed him. He needed her. For once in their relationship, it was okay.

It was finally okay.

They could come back to the wreckage of their lives later, pick through the pieces, after she had squeezed and clenched down hard around his cock once again, losing herself in the bliss of climax. Her scales warmed through, prickling and aching, though she lusted for his release, the moment at which he could not hold back from. And Car needed it too, hammering into her with lewd, wet, sloppy thrusts, their combined cocktail of sexual fluids slopping out down the length of his fat shaft with every thrust. The drake didn't hold back anymore as he let out a howling roar that set her scales on edge, all but exploding inside her.

Ropes of hot cum flooded her pussy as they twisted and writhed and bucked together in fervent lust, losing herself right there where she was, panting and heaving. Her breasts rolled with every grab at air that she made, though there was only so much she could do in a moment like that, only so much that she could, ultimately, take for her own. With her nipples perky in the heat of the moment, her need was apparent and paramount, though there was little more that she could lust for as she groaned aloud, his seed filling her.

More and more pumped from Car's nuts as he rested against the dragoness, pushing her leg further back than he'd thought it could go, grunting softly.

"Oh, god, yes..."

He had to say it, had to give voice to his passion one way or another, but there was only so much that he could do, staying still and merely resting. Rest was underrated, letting himself give in to every little flex and twitch and pulse of her pussy, how the aftershocks of orgasm coursed through Sasha.

He loved that, those quiet moments. He'd have to make sure to tell her that more.

It was there that they stayed as he emptied his load lovingly into her, the moment oddly more intimate than any time they had had sex before. Car purred softly, tongue trembling in his mouth from the soft vibrations warming his core, nuzzling her leg, lying her back down gently. There would be time for more, later, but there was no rush.

They didn't talk that night, forgoing the movie (what remained of it anyway) and showering off together, more for ease than anything else. A bath may have been nice, with Car sitting behind Sasha, his paws on her belly, as if he could already feel the fluttering of new life inside her, but they were tired, tired from so much more than only the sex. He washed her gently, all over, running a soft washcloth between her thighs, cleaning her from head to toe. But Carenath lingered the most over her stomach, kissing and nuzzling, the end of his tail protectively curled around her ankle.

Sasha chuckled softly, stroking his head, fingers lazily running over his horns.

"Car... I'm not even showing yet..."

Not really. Maybe a tiny bit more thickness to her belly, but it would only be seen by someone who knew intimately what she looked like normally, nothing more than that. She groaned as he kissed up her body to her breasts, paying them the attention that they had not had before, lips closing around first one nipple and then the other. Carenath, of course, would not have wanted to leave any part of her delectable body out, seeing her and her beauty as more goddess-like than he ever had before.

It was funny how things like that changed, though he was grateful that, finally, it was all for the better.

Kissing her warmly, though it was far from a chaste kiss, Carenath took his dragoness back to bed, laying her down lovingly for the night.

The next few days were spent quietly, though a little more peace had settled over the house. Everything felt a little easier now that they knew that they were expecting, bringing them closer together when, truly, it could have well been the thing that drove them apart. Car could not help but be attentive with something good to finally focus on, though he still had something of the shock of realising that Sasha was pregnant to adjust to, which was not something that could honestly be helped. He had to hold that in mind, that he couldn't go in "whole hog" with everything, just for the sake of it.

He had to consider things, that time. He had to take things slow, that time. Yet there was only so much that could be done there with Sasha pregnant and a whole life to plan for - quite literally.

But it was what was needed to shake them out of their funk, bringing to light the big conversations that needed to be had too.

"So..." Carenath said, breaking the peaceful quiet as they sat across from each other at the breakfast table, rarely eating at the larger, more formal dining table. "What are we doing about...Fyr?"

Of course, the dragoness was something that needed to be addressed, along with her brother. Sasha sighed, running her fingers around to the back of her neck and pressing them there, as if she needed to support her spine. On the table, her coffee cooled before her.

"I..." She shook her head. "I don't know. Fyr won't answer my calls. I'm probably shadow blocked, the thing you have on your phone that stops calls coming through but doesn't tell the person that you're calling... That's still a thing, right?"

It would not have surprised Car.

"Yeah, I've been trying to get hold of her too, though I think I get more why she doesn't want to talk to me." He grimaced, leaning back. "I wish... I can't go into that now, no. I didn't want to hurt her, Sasha, I wish I never had done that. I wish that I could explain it all to her, why..."

"But even I don't know why, Car, so how could you too?"

That was true. For Carenath did not understand how it was possible for him to hold so much love in his heart for two dragonesses at once, despite the heartbreak from Fyr leaving him (fairly so) ringing through. It cut like a knife even as Sasha warmed him to his core, her tail softly twining around his.

"It's worse for you," he said softly, giving her tail a light squeeze. "You lost a daughter... But you can get her back."

"Not if I'm with you... And not being with you isn't an option, Car."

He liked that and hated it simultaneously. If things were mechanical, maybe he could take all the broken parts and shine them up and repair them and fix them just like that. But he couldn't do that with a relationship, not one like that, not one that was real and had been thriving, had consisted of real furries who had real feelings. It was not a problem either that could be sorted in one conversation.

"Maybe I could talk to Kao though?" Car suggested, even though it would be quite a stretch for him to sit down with Kao, even somewhere public. "I've got to try, right? He might understand a little more..."

Carenath didn't believe that, but, frankly, he had to believe something. He had to believe that he could take at least some steps in the right direction to get somewhere and that things, after all that, would end up okay.

The better conversation to have was spent flipping through baby name books, daydreaming about what their hatchling would look like, what they would need to get out.

"This time you can actually help me get boxes down from the loft," Sasha chuckled, poking him with her tail as she called back down to Car. "You know... Not just sneaking around, having sex... Though we could have a quickie for old times' sake?"

That was an offer that Car was not about to pass up, bringing a rise to the beams of the loft as he bent Sasha forward, what was to be an art studio but now...hm... No one really knew what it was going to be. Sasha found a more comfortable position braced up against the wall, a box behind her that Car could step one foot up onto, his shaft finding her slick pussy without nearly any preparation at all. All the dragoness had had to do had been to slip her loose house trousers down - like yoga pants, but looser - to expose her sex and, well, it was not as if his jeans had lasted all that much longer either. He'd needed her badly and there was no longer any reason at all to hold back from such desires, especially when there was no risk of discovery.

Risky sex wasn't as hot anymore after being caught, if Carenath was perfectly honest about that. It would take a long time for him to come back to wanting something that played with boundaries like that again, though maybe a little car sex somewhere deserted wouldn't be too bad...

He'd have to see. All as it was, powering into Sasha's wet cunny with smooth, driving thrusts swept all bad thoughts from his mind, a relief and an intoxication that he yearned to take for himself repeatedly. The wet slap of her pussy gripping his cock echoed through the spacious loft, though the echo was not something to worry them, not anymore, not even as his foot pressed through the cardboard of the box to something firmer and less yielding underneath. If it held his weight, the drake could not find it in himself to give a single damn.

All that mattered was his strong, sexy dragoness, the dragoness who had raised two wonderful kids, the dragoness who had been so wise, so sweet, so gentle in imparting knowledge to him. With their age difference, she had readily shared her wealth of experience in showing him a little more about where his sexuality may lie to such simple things - like cooking, which was only getting better and better with her tutelage. He didn't want to be a layabout when the baby was born, after all, and wanted to make sure that he was always pulling his weight, even though they had talked about Sasha taking long maternity leave, which had been suggested by her.

That could be decided later as he tenderly slid his paws around to her belly, stroking, enjoying the warmth of her, even through the raunchiness of the quickie. He had to fuck her, had to take her, though his claim was already made over the dragoness well and truly. Yet Sasha had left her mark on him too, inexplicably and irrevocably, all in a way that could never be turned back, never again.

Kissing her sweetly, he rested inside her after the deed was done, enjoying the softness, the closeness. He only wished that Fyr was there with them too to share the experience, even though it was not something that he had ever really considered before, not in that light.

It was not something he understood, not as he cooked and cleaned with Sasha, acting like they were a family already. They had to be one another's family, for there was no one else there to stand by them, not after what had been done, bumping shoulders, linking tails, sitting together at the dinner table talking about the future.

They'd have a dragonet soon, a sweet little one to love and to hold close, to care for and to show the ways of the world. They would try to repair the relationships that had been broken, to, in some small way, make them right again. They had to try, if nothing else, and Car had, at the very least, sent a text to Kao, just to see if there was a bridge there that he could possibly cross.

Bit by bit, day by day. They could only try.

In bed the next night, things were better, as if they had taken a breath of fresh air, Sasha taking the "top" position again, scooted up behind him with the strap-on toy - a ridged one that pulled over his prostate with every thrust. Oh, that was good, so very good, but he knew that he didn't always have to be in a dominant, protective position with Sasha, his love for her absolute. He could trust her to take him too, to allow him to explore more of who he was, even though he knew too that not everything could be brought to light all at once.

They had a lifetime together to work things out, or so he hoped.

"Ohhh..."

She spooned him, her arms around her lover, the vibrator on the inside side of the strap-on harness, snug and secure around her hips, allowing her to grind, to thrust, to find her own pleasure too. She wanted to go harder, to really push in and rotate her hips, but that was for her pleasure and not Carenath's. A little bit of both, for such a pegging tease, was more where it was at...

She didn't want it to be all about her, after all, even as he quivered in her arms, one of the dragoness' arms lazily lying over him to grasp his cock, stroking it roughly in time with her thrusts into his backside. His tail pressed up desperately against her stomach and chest, the tip flipping over her shoulder, tickling back and forth. Giggling, Sasha kissed it, though was not swift enough to wickedly suck it between her lips.

That could be for another time, another tease of pleasure that she had not yet shown him. There was so much to experience, from new sexual acts to tiny little erotic nuances like that. From the great to the small, she wanted to share it all with Carenath.

With every hot puff of breath and thrust of her hips, they grew closer and closer, desire holding them together, showing them the way, bringing them into one another's arms where, truly, they had belonged all along. Maybe circumstances had simply had to happen the way they had to bring them together, to show them to be more than that, loving each other, but it was too late to go back after all they had done.

It was their story, for better or for worse.

"Oh!"

Car grunted, arching his back, grinding back sharply onto the dildo, though it brought a hot flush to his cheeks. Damn, why did that feel so good? She'd never ground into him quite like that before, her paw gripping his cock, stars dancing before his eyes. As the drake all but thrashed, she held him firmly, bucking shortly and sharply into his backside until Carenath could not help but explode in the delight of orgasm, passion pounding him in time with every stroke of "her" cock.

Ripples of pleasure, a short burst of delight. Oh, how Car wished that his orgasms lasted longer, like Sasha's, but that was something that he was just going to have to deal with, something that he would have to allow to be. It was good enough for him that he got to enjoy the delight of it all as it was, the heaving, rolling, sweaty passion between them, which had not dissipated in the slightest since her pregnancy announcement. But the fact of the matter was that things would change between them, their relationship shifting, changing, drawing them all the closer.

They could still be kinky if they liked. They could still be the dragons they had been before, only with a little more to give, a little more fun. Just a little more.

Sasha whimpered, pressing into his back, her paw sticky with his cum as it pressed to his chest, squeezing in closer. The ripples of her orgasm pulsed through, driving and teasing, her breath hitching in her throat. Her shoulders did not know whether to round forward or press back, luxury languishing in her grasp.

Lying on the bed, puffing and panting, the strap-on shaft jutting up from Sasha's hips like a trophy, the two of them knew still that, despite everything, they were exactly where they needed to be. Things may not have been conventional, not in the slightest, but sometimes that was just how things went. They had carved their own path through life and they had to take it for what it was.

"Hey, Sasha..."

With his tail hole aching pleasantly from penetration, leaving him with an empty feeling, slick lubrication surrounding his hole still, he rolled back towards her. Only the bedside lamp was on, illuminating them in a soft glow, the fuzzy edges of shadows blurring what could have been stark, harsh lines. Between them, even the shadows did not dare to be loud.

Sasha blinked sleepily at him, still wearing the strap-on. That would have to come off before bed, before sleeping properly, not languishing there simply in sleepy warmth.

"I love you."

Sasha melted into him, loving those words. Oh, how they were music to her ears. When she held them in mind, she thought that maybe, just maybe, everything would be alright. As long as she was with Carenath, everything would be all right.

Their lips touched, a chaste kiss. Not even any tongues flickered forth, but that was because their relationship and their romance was already as it needed to be.

"I love you too. Always."

And that was all they needed to say.