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The Matriarch

Part Ten

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

Ropes moaned as he pushed into his daughter, her legs spread where she sat on the sofa, head rolled back into the cushions.

"Yes, daddy," she hissed, tail lashing delightedly. "Harder... Mmm..."

It was time for her to spend time with her father, though Helena was far from a submissive when it came to the order of the household. Some of her friends had found out that she was staying there and had been horrified that she would "go back to" a guy who had so obviously and openly cheated on her mother as he had, but Helena knew the truth of it. Okay, sure, her father was a demon - what more could anyone do about it? It was in his nature and he had done what he could. Of course, they didn't know that she was fucking her father, but Helena reckoned they didn't need that information. It was still a bit odd even to her.

Sometimes, things weren't going to go perfectly. She'd raged against him too. But she would have her own understanding and her own perspective, as his daughter. Of course, it was difficult for her to mind all that much when his cock was rammed up inside her, a happy member of his family, while the matriarch, Holly, led.

It was good to have him inside her, long, slow, deep thrusts filling her pussy, moaning aloud.

"Yes... Ohhh..."

There was no rush when it was their time and their time alone, just for them, always just for them. He thrust long and slow, nice and deep, enjoying the moment, filling his daughter with every thrust, Helena's wings spreading, trying to flap, though she could not quite find the energy to do so when she was pinned lightly under him. Ropes wound his tentacles around her, caressing her two pairs of breasts, brushing the tender expanse of her through, though it was the shine in Helena's eyes that drove him, lustfully on, thrust after thrust.

"Mmmm... Oh, yes! Ropes!"

She didn't call him her father all the time anymore, not as the nature of their relationship had changed, her stomach huge and rounded, holding his offspring. Where Holly had given birth to a beautiful daughter, the ultrasound had shown that Helena was carrying a clutch of eggs with a single viable one - as was normal for anthro dragons. Yet the demon heritage of her father protected the little one tucked away inside the egg within her as he thrust harder and harder, the dragoness sliding down towards him.

Ropes yowled, scooping her up with his tentacles so that the gravid dragoness was not forced into an uncomfortable position, easily slipping her down onto the thick, plush carpet of their main living room, his cock never once leaving her pussy. His uncut shaft plunged deep as she did her best to wrap her legs around his waist, but only managed to lift them up to either side of his hips. The lack of flexibility in her body would soon be rectified when it came to laying her clutch of eggs, welcoming her little one into the world to join Holly's daughter.

"Hey, guys."

Holly smirked, the skunk's green hair tied back as she strode into the living room, fresh from the shower. She was taking full advantage of the little home gym they'd put together after her daughter had grown large enough to spend time with the nanny, though the skunk could not deny the pull of motherhood. Being the matriarch of the family was one thing, but her daughter had demanded her complete and utter love from the very first moment she had taken her first breath. That wasn't something that Holly would ever cast away lightly, not in the scope of the new, passionate life that had wrapped around her.

Grinning, she perched on the edge of an armchair while Ropes finished up, Helena gasping and burying her face in his shoulder, bowing down to the fluff of his chest, orgasm taking them both. Although he could not impregnate her for a second time, Ropes grunted deep in the back of his throat, tail lashing the air passionately while his tentacles held Helena fast, unloading every drop of cum he had into her.

"Hey... Mmm... Hey, Holly..." Helena breathed, letting her arms fall back above her head, her eyes half-lidded in the glow of arousal, the softening aftermath of orgasm. "What's up?"

It was normal enough for them to find another fucking in part of the house, the nanny for Ivy not needing to enter the rest of the house bar the wing that had been set aside as a nursery. It was a good thing that it had been something they were able to swing, considering that their little family was already growing. Holly only wanted in on the action, trying to remain at least a little focused while her paw wanted to creep between her legs.

"Yeah..." She shook herself lightly, a chuckle on her lips. "So, my...hm. This is a bit of a surprise, but Iris is coming to visit. I didn't think she'd come... Oh, she's my sister, younger than me by a year. Feels like a lot more than that to me now."

Holly laughed, shaking her head. She'd experienced so much in such a short span of time that she felt as if she was in her thirties rather than barely touching twenty, but she supposed that was the way of it when she had shacked up with a demon. It was not as if it was ever something that she would come to regret, even if her husband would need to hide his tentacles and pretend to be less than who he was naturally on a day to day basis. It had been some time into their time together that she had found out about his demon heritage, after all, though she loved him passionately all the same.

"Oh... That'll be different," Helena grumbled, half sitting up as Ropes slipped back, dropping a kiss on her lips. "Does that mean we have to tidy up? Make this presentable? Damn, we should have gotten a cleaner in..."

The place wasn't that bad, but it was certainly different to their norms, a box of Ivy's toys tucked away neatly in the corner, laundry drying on the rack in the utility room. There were more signs of domesticated bliss there than there had been when Holly and Ropes had lived there alone, showing that a family was growing. There. They didn't have to hide all of that, of course, but perhaps the clothes that were strewn from their bodies in fits of passion would be the first thing to return to their proper places.

It was a good thing, however, Holly bustling about more happily, tail swishing faintly with the stripes catching the light. She'd missed Iris and, frankly, she had missed her family, though it had been difficult for others to see her side, why she had gotten together with Ropes. She didn't blame them, not really, but they couldn't have the full story, to be fair to them. She would have been just as concerned if her sister had been in her shoes, but she hoped everything would make a little more sense to Iris after she saw Iris and met Ropes too, both for the very first time.

Ropes was not all that happy about having to hide his tentacles, having avoided situations for quite some time where he'd needed to hide that he was a demon, though it was not too much of a sacrifice to make. A big, hooded sweatshirt did the trick, though Holly giggled over how different it was to see him in clothes, stretching up to drop a soft kiss on his cheek.

When her sister arrived, however, Holly's heart pounded, her mouth dry, hesitating with her paw on the inside door handle to the front door for longer than needed.

This is silly... She told herself, aware of Helena and Ropes further back in the house, waiting for her, waiting for Iris after the bell had rung. But her heart ached. Open the damn door!

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"Iris!"

She swung open the door to reveal her sister stood there, a similar skunk to her but with soft, white stripes and dark hair cascading down her back. Iris seemed to have straightened it for the occasion so that it was sleeker and glossier than ever, though Holly could not help but to sweep her up into her arms.

"Um... Oof," Iris grumbled, shaking her head, paws coming up to half-heartedly push at her older sister. "Ah... Sis, you're squashing me... Come on, seriously."

Iris was not one for displays of affection and Holly's heart warmed to at the very least see that that had not changed for her.

"I'm sorry, Iris, it's been so long! And I've been so busy with Ivy that I couldn't come down to you."

That was only half-true, to be fair. Holly could have very easily left Ivy with the nanny, even though she wanted to at the very least be in the same house as her, never all that far away, but she was afraid too. Afraid of what her sister would think of her, even though the skunk was completely sure, one-hundred-percent, that she was meant to be with Ropes. How could she not be when she was the matriarch of his dreams that he had been waiting to meet for so many years? That she felt it in her heart was something that Holly did not have to question.

Iris tried to make all the small talk she could, but after living with her sister for so many years, growing up together, it all felt oddly strained and forced. How could her sister get together with a married guy? Even his daughter had come back to him, to live there, all while her mother... Well, Iris didn't honestly know where she was, where Fyr was, but she'd never even met the dragoness, not even when her son had been dating Holly. It was all messed up, a twisted farce that didn't make sense, though how Holly had seemingly made it all work was beyond Iris. It didn't seem right, more like the sort of thing she would have accidentally gotten herself dragged into, but she made a concentrated effort not to mention that as she knelt in the nursery with Ivy, her niece.

"Oh, aren't you just adorable..."

The one thing that did make the conversation flow more easily between them, even if it was about one specific other, was Ivy. The sweet little one who looked more like a cougar than a skunk cooed and lifted her arms for her aunt, even without knowing who she was.

"She's growing so quickly!" Holly said proudly, as if she was personally responsible for Ivy's quick growth and not natural hormones and development. "I can't believe it, it feels like it was only the other day that I was sitting down with her on my lap for the very first time."

Seeing the softness in her sister, how closely and how gently she held her daughter, eased something in Iris that she had not even realised had been wound tight. Yet how could it not after all that had already happened? She had a new sister to get to know and Holly was by no means the same skunk that she had been before.

They talked, relaxing together, setting up Iris in the guest bedroom, making sure that she was comfortable. Helena and Ropes were more than happy to chit-chat, but there was a boundary there, something that no one quite knew how to cross.

"She had a one night stand with a cat at college," Helena had told Iris, explaining away Helena's heavily pregnant stomach with the best that she could come up with on short notice. "I didn't want her to be struggling anywhere and, this way, she can keep studying, just at the local college. I mean, she could go back to the college she had first choice at, of course, but that's Helena's choice, not mine."

Iris wrinkled her muzzle subtly. It made sense, but it was still kind of weird how Holly spoke about Helena as if she was in charge of her. But maybe that was her motherly side coming in, seeing how she was with Ivy, tenderly taking care of her every need. Yet when Holly was a stay at home mother and Ropes didn't seem to do much of anything either, as far as Iris could see, she didn't quite see the need for a nanny.

Why did they get a nanny? Why couldn't they all chip in? It was what Holly had done, with her, in their family for years, though things had only gotten harder after Holly had moved out. Still, in a way, Iris could not blame her, considering the kind of life that Holly had moved into. She would have liked to live Holly's life, the twisting jealousy blossoming in her stomach, even if she tried to be genial, tried to be more like Holly had been before. Maybe they were facing their own difficulties? If she thought like that, maybe it would be easier to accept everyone as they were.

Yet what Iris could not shake was how Ropes' eyes felt as if they were always on her, even though she could not tell either way with his lack of pupils. The cougar's tail lashed as if she was stalking her and she could not shake the feeling, not through the day, not when she was around him, always looking over her shoulder, somehow expecting him to be there.

But that was silly. There was nothing untoward in Ropes, she was sure of it. Surely his daughter or his wife would have called him out on that if there had been something... Yet Iris didn't have much information to go on.

She could only draw her own conclusions from the scant information that she'd been given, everything feeling "skin deep", as if there was so much more lingering beneath the surface that she did not know about. But was it even her place to know? Something had the skunk wanting to dig deeper, even after retiring for the night, leaving Ropes and Holly to the master bedroom and Helena, of course, to her own room.

Iris didn't see Helena sneaking into Ropes and Holly's master bedroom after everyone presumed that she would be asleep for the night, though no manner of tossing and turning could tumble her into sleep with the curtains slightly ajar, letting her see the night beyond. With the amount of light pollution in the city, there were only so many stars visible, though they still gave the skunk comfort in the thought that there was something greater than her out there.

Finally, Iris slipped into a light sleep filled with cougar smiles and white, knowing eyes...

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Iris was supposed to be staying there for a few days, though knowing that the guest bedroom used to be the bedroom of the guy that Holly had cheated on (and done more than merely sleep in, Iris was sure) set her on edge. She had a break before heading off to school, furthering her higher education after finishing high school, but her parents had still been busy with their younger siblings. To have the quiet of a house like that was a nuance of relaxation and peace that Iris was not used to.

She relaxed, just a little. The peace there and the slow, gentle rhythm of the days, none of those there working but Helena studying, had her falling into it all, quite naturally. It was easy to sit and chat with Helena at the kitchen table, to play with her niece, to get to know all of them, even if Ropes kept a little more distance, the skunk never quite sure where his eyes were. With the soft white covering them, she'd thought that there was something wrong with his vision at first, but Ropes seemed to say well enough. Iris did not comment on them.

It was an easy life, so soft, so gentle, sometimes all of them around and sometimes only one or two of them. Getting to know them - all over again, when it came to Holly, was something that they all had to put the grunt work in on, unfortunately. Yet it came in quiet lunches out, laughter over old movies shared together, late nights on the sofa, watching out of the corner of her eye as Holly laid her head on Ropes' shoulder and the cougar's purrs filled the room. That he loved her deeply was impossible to refute. Iris sighed minutely, watching as the light from the TV screen flickered off her sister's face in the quiet dark of the living room, the movie nearly finished.

At least he was head over heels for her. She didn't want to be the one to pick her sister up after everything, though the roles between them and their positions had become shakier than ever. She'd always thought that Holly was the nice one. But how could that be so when she had cheated on her boyfriend with her boyfriend's father and ripped a whole family apart at the seams?

Yet it was a nice life, a good life... The kind of life that Iris, secretly, would have wanted for herself.

Still, Iris kept the thought that she was jealous of Holly and her perfect life tucked away. As hard as she had Holly had worked in school (Holly more so than her, to be fair), it looked like it was Holly who had landed on her feet while turfing someone out of their own home. Despite what Iris knew she would do, if she was forced to, even that was beyond her. But she could only try to be who she was, to cause as little strain as she moved her way through life.

What Iris could not help but notice, however, was how the cougar moved a little closer to her as the days passed, talking with her when they were alone, his eyes seemingly fixed on her with unwavering intensity. It set the hairs on the back of her neck rising, tail tucked back to her body tightly, though she couldn't quite put a finger on what his closeness, the accidental touches, meant until he smiled softly at her one morning in the kitchen, tail brushing up against hers.

"You know, you're very pretty," he breathed, his face too close to hers, though still within acceptable norms. "I think you and your sister got the best of the best... Though I'd love to spend a little more time with you, Iris."

She gasped, head suddenly flooded with every moment that he had gotten too close to her, how he had said she was "very smart" the other day, rendering her flustered and blushing. What the heck was going on there? Was the cougar already looking for someone else when he should have been more than happy enough with Holly, surely?

Ropes left before she could press the matter, the skunk a fumbling mess, locking her eyes onto the only one nearby that could shed some light on it. Her cheeks flared with heat, burning shamefully down her neck, as her sister glanced at her, up and down.

The moment could have turned into anything, the silence stretching out horribly between them. Iris' skin crawled, shaking her head, resisting the urge to scratch her arm as she sweated nervously. Was he flirting with her or was she overreacting? If he was doing it all in front of his wife, what the hell did that even mean?

"Holly... Is that..." She struggled with the words, though Holly only sipped at her coffee, an eyebrow raised, as if everything that had taken place was the most normal thing in the world. "Is he..."

Holly laughed and waved her paw dismissively at her.

"Oh, I'm sorry about him - don't worry about that cat," she said, clearly not worried at all. "He's just like that, he doesn't mean anything by it. If you want him to stop, just tell him. He'll never push a boundary like that, but that's just the way Ropes is."

She had to believe it, though it did not honestly make her feel more relaxed, not when she didn't know what on earth was going on. Holly told her repeatedly that it was no problem, but that she should just tell Ropes if it made her uncomfortable or tell her to tell Ropes if she didn't want to say anything directly.

"The way you smile though," she quipped cheekily later that day, eyeing her younger sister out of the corner of her eye. "Hm... Something tells me that you might rather like the attention, Iris. Don't worry about it, Ropes doesn't mean anything bad by it, I promise."

For if there was one thing that Holly could not push back against her husband on, it was his true nature. She was sure that he would not have minded if she took another lover too, but there wasn't anyone that, quite honestly, she wanted to flirt with, let alone do more. Her husband loved her completely and utterly and a demon of lust, as he'd told her he was, had to be allowed free to be who he was.

As long as she got to share in the spoils and enjoy the show, it wasn't something that she was going to concern herself with. Ropes didn't even mind if Iris didn't flirt back with him, so it really was all harmless.

Going to bed early on the fourth night, Helena paced quietly down the upstairs hallway, moving every hind paw with careful precision, trying not to snag her short claws in the carpet. To her, it was only a little annoying to have to pretend that she was not fucking her father while Iris was around, but it wasn't all that bad. It was nice, for her too, to see Holly brightening up, having those family connections that all of them had thought were lost. It gave Helena hope for reconnecting with her mother and brother again, though neither of them knew that she was pregnant or that she had moved back home. It was amazing what could be hidden with a carefully chosen background on a video chat.

Easing into the master bedroom, Helena smirked, finding Ropes pushing over Holly as he took her doggystyle, a tentacle stuffed into the skunk's mouth to keep her quiet while he pushed into her tail hole. Another tentacle was rammed into her pussy while the final two long appendages curled around her tits, rubbing and massaging, driving his wife into a frenzy of need. Yet that was very much a need that would always be satisfied when it came to all three of them, finding and fulfilling those needs any time they were needed.

They hadn't stopped having sex with each other either, just because Helena was there. That would have been silly, especially considering that less time having sex only made them hornier. Their time was split between entertaining and bonding with Helena, being with Ivy and, of course, spending time with one another. It was tighter than any of them could have imagined, but all worth it in the end.

"Mmmmph..."

Helena moaned lustfully around her father's tentacle as he unloaded into her, hissing between his teeth. No one was all that accustomed to needing to be quiet when it came to throes of passion, but they would manage, one way or another, grunting, groaning, pressing on through lust untold.

Helena slipped in, her father easing his tentacles around her as she laid on her back, enjoying the touch of him while he slipped onto his side to fuck Holly. While Holly and Hel shared the same guy, they would never go without, not with all his tentacles there to please them too.

They took their time, anticipating rising later the next day, the dark of the night allowing them to be with one another, his tentacles stuffing both Helena's pussy and her tail hole as the dragoness gripped the sheets tightly. She ground her teeth together, clamping her jaw so tightly that the muscles in the corner of her jaw ached. But she had to be quiet, even as her father and her lover brought her to orgasm after orgasm, sticky with her juices.

It was all the sweeter for Helena as she kissed Holly, taking a moment to recover after a particularly powerful orgasm, Ropes seemingly intent on breeding Holly all over again. With the number of times they had fucked after she had given birth, it would not have been entirely out of the realm of possibility for Holly to be pregnant again, though nothing had been confirmed. Either way, Ropes seemed more than happy to drive into her as roughly as he was able, giving both Holly and him exactly what they wanted, his cock slopping into the mess of their combined sexual fluids as he filled her pussy.

Helena kissed Holly, their tongues passionately entwined, facing one another as Ropes held Holly's leg up so that he could thrust deeply. With the cougar in control, he was free to fuck her as deeply as he liked, driving in, his tentacles around his wife, around his daughter, both of the lovers that he held so near and so very dear to his heart. He would never have let them go, not when they were so soft and gentle and willing in his arms, the demon's natural protectiveness rising with a throaty growl.

When they were all satisfied, flaked out and enjoying the afterglow, Hel squirmed around to brush lips with her father. The dragoness squeaked as he dragged her into a deeper kiss, her thoughts wandering. His influence was covering her more and more, letting her think of new things, fresh things, things for them to do in the bedroom and outside it too, as her excitement rose.

Some things were born from the flicker of an idea. But Helena had never been a dragoness who wanted to keep such things to herself, breaking the kiss with a low moan.

"What about Iris, dad?" She purred, tail flicking, wanting to spill the words that had been held close the last few days, watching her father with the other skunk. "You like her...don't you?"

Holly giggled, nuzzling into the dragoness' neck, not against the idea.

"Hel, you do have the kinkiest thoughts no!"

But the dragoness pressed the issue, meeting her dad's eyes as she shared kisses with Holly, his white orbs gleaming in the dim light of the bedroom.

"You've been flirting with her, haven't you, dad?" Hel smirked, breaking the kiss breathlessly as her father's flushed face protruded over Holly's shoulder, eyes smouldering coolly. "It'd be so hot if you got her hot for you too... Mmm..."

There was little time to say anything more as her lips were once again stolen by Holly, the skunk French kissing her, tongues tangling her, drawing her deeper and deeper into the kiss. So much so that Hel even forgot about her tease, even if her father didn't. Holly ground back against her husband a little

There, Holly, Helena and Ropes were exactly where they needed to be.

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