Dragon Dom

Layla hummed to herself, giving the soup a gentle stir as she slid in the carrots and smiling at the aroma wafting up to her large nose. The Doe bent down to check the bread in the oven (she was always a little paranoid about the bread), and sighed in relief to find it rising and browning beautifully. The rattle of the knob on the front door announced her son returning from school just as she was standing up. She smiled and called out, "Welcome home," without ever turning around.

"Hi, Mom!" Corbin announced as he came through the door, shaking the snow from his hooves and shrugging off his thick coat to hang behind it.

"Hi, Mrs. Splinterprong!" greeted another familiar voice right behind her son's.

Her stomach sank, even as her heart fluttered, and she did turn around then to stare at the tall, scaly teen closing the door behind them. "Oh...hello, Elan. What are you doing here?" the Doe asked hesitantly.

"Can he stay over for a bit to play games?" Corbin asked his mother, explaining more-or-less everything, "We don't have any homework this weekend."

"Thank the forgotten gods," Elan agreed, taking off his own (much lighter) jacket as Corbin made room for him. Unwinding the scarf from around his long neck, he bent down to use it to dry his clawed feet, so as not to track water through the house. The Reptile hadn't bothered with boots anymore than his Elk friend. Dragons were notoriously difficult to chill.

The Doe swallowed the first answer that came to her lips. "Oh, that will be fine," she told herself as much as them. "You two can play upstairs until your father gets home," she suggested, checking the clock beside the kitchen door.

"Thanks, Mom," Corbin smiled, trotting into the kitchen briefly to give her their traditional kiss on the cheek before heading for the stairs.

Elan flashed a bright smile and added, "Thanks, Mrs. Splinterprong. I'll leave before dinner," then followed his friend to his room.

Layla just nodded, turning back to the stove to finish adding the rest of the vegetables. The bread finished baking, and she turned the oven down low, just enough to keep it warm. She finished stirring the soup until the vegetables were well mixed with the meat, and both would cook through thoroughly, and turned the stove down to a similar temperature. Then she sliced an apple and poured some banana-chips into a small bowl and placed them both on a tray. Adding two cans of soda to the tray, Layla carried it carefully up the stairs.

There was a cold knot in her stomach, but her heart was pounding excitedly. She would never understand this. How long had this been going on? How had it even started? She couldn't quite remember anymore, and wouldn't be comforted even if she could, so didn't bother trying.

The latch on Corbin's door was a little out of alignment, making it difficult to close properly. As usual, the boys hadn't even tried, and the door stood loosely open. At least she wouldn't have to worry about dropping the tray trying to get it open. But they weren't playing games anymore. She could already smell it. The scent was faint, just wafting through the door, but already thick enough to detect in the hall. Her heart fluttered in her chest before she even leaned her shoulder against the door...

Elan was sitting on the edge of Corbin's bed, leaning back and smiling contentedly with his fly open, while her son's face bobbed up and down slowly on his lap. Their game had been left at the summary screen for their last match, completely forgotten. "Heh...your horns are so cute," Elan chuckled, taking a light grip on one of Corbin's small antlers, and the Elk just grinned and kept sucking.

It was only then that the pair noticed her. "I, uh...," Layla swallowed hard, rocking her head as if she'd actually forgotten what she was doing...and to a degree, she had. The scent was intoxicating, and so thick in here that she could practically see it, wafting in light, warm clouds around Elan...

Holding the tray out to the pair, the Doe cleared her throat and tried again. "It'll be a little while before dinner, still," Layla explained uneasily, watching her son still slowly bobbing his head even as he gave her a curious look, "So...I thought you might like a snack."

Elan flashed an appreciative smile, leaning forward a little to hold Corbin's face down firm against his crotch. "Thanks, Mrs. Splinterprong, but uh...he's kind of already having one," the Dragon chuckled, patting the smaller Elk between the antlers. "Want to share?"

Layla nearly dropped the tray, just managing to turn enough to set it on top of her son's dresser before getting down on her knees beside the bed. Elan leaned back again as she rested one hand on his knee, giving Corbin space to straighten up. The younger Elk made a show of slurping all the way to the tip, then swallowing whatever taste he had in his mouth with a smile, before scooting aside to make room for his mother. "Too hungry to wait for dinner, huh?" he chided her as she leaned in, careful not to hit her face on his antlers.

She was. This aroma...Elan's aroma...made her ravenous in a way no amount of food would ever sate. It was shameful how much she craved it, and the activities which produced it. Sometimes she thought it smelled a bit like cedar, and sometimes more like cinnamon. It was a warm, almost prickly smell, and her nose could not take in enough of it. She opened her mouth to help gather more, and stuffed it down over the Dragon's dark-blue dick.

Layla's thoughts became foggy, consumed with lust lightly tinged with shame. It went without saying that she should not be doing this, going down on her son's friend while the two of them quietly made out above her...and this wasn't even the worst to come. They'd done this to her more than once over the last three years...or rather, she'd allowed them to do this, dominating her like some horny school-girl with little brains and less experience. It had come to the point that she expected it pretty much any time her son brought the Dragon over for an afternoon. She should be ashamed. And yet...

She barely registered the tap of a claw on her forehead, nuzzling her nose down firmly against Elan's crotch and gently sucking as she dragged the full length of him across the flat of her tongue. He just smelled (and tasted) so fucking delicious...the teenager had to press his palm against her face to stop her from going down on him again. "That's real nice, Mrs. Splinterprong...but you know a blow never really does it for me," the Dragon smiled apologetically.

Layla breathed deeply of his lust-inducing scent, stronger here in the crease of his groin than in nearly any other part of him, and nodded her head in understanding. Salivating as she let him slide from her mouth, the Doe leaned back to unzip her pants, and then forward to push the loosened waist down from her hips to bunch up around her knees. Crawling forward to the edge of the bed, she obligingly bend herself over it, receiving another whiff of the intoxicating scent as it wafted from his tail. "Will this do?" she asked quietly.

A gentle pat on her bare bottom sent an erotic shiver through her, and her tail lifted itself almost involuntarily. "That'll be great," Elan assured her, pushing his pants down around his ankles as he stood up, then stepping out of them. Sitting on the bed, Corbin leaned back and lifted his hips to get his own pants out from under him, kicking them off and tossing them into the hamper in the corner of the room. "Your mom likes tasty things," the Dragon now kneeling behind her remarked off-handedly, "Give her something to suck while you're still clean."

The poor Doe didn't even have enough will left to look reluctant as her own son spread his legs around her face and smiled fondly down at her. Layla opened her mouth with a needy sigh, reaching for him and eagerly sucking him through her lips. "Ahhh...thanks, Mom," the younger Elk sighed blissfully. Layla just whimpered with relief as she felt Elan's exotic, nub-studded dick gently invade her. The little elongated nubs laid tight and smooth against his shaft on the way in, letting him penetrate deep inside her with just a pleasant sort of tingle. They opened and spread on the way back out, widening his girth to fill her completely and dragging along her walls. At least three of them scrapped across her G-spot on the way back out, nearly prompting her to shriek around the mouthful of her son's dick.

"Oh wow," Elan sighed, bending forward to hug her tight around the waist as he began humping her in earnest, "I love how this thick pussy of yours clings to me. Clench it, Layla," he begged. The Doe whimpered again, squeezing as tight around those nubs as she could while they plowed into her, driving her nose in hard against her son's stomach, while Corbin hugged her head to his crotch. Elan only ever called her by her first name when they had her under their power like this. She'd come to hear it as a kind of declaration: she wasn't the authority here anymore. He was. And after him, Corbin. If only in this one room, she was completely subject to them both, and would be used as they pleased, and delight in it until exhaustion overpowered even the scent in her nose.

Her one consolation in this arrangement, if it could be called that, was that Elan was as strict about his self-ascribed rules as about the hierarchy: she would submit to her son here, just as he submitted to Elan (they were both equally enthralled to his scent at these times anyway), and anywhere else Corbin caught her naked. At all other times, in all other places, Corbin would respect her as a mother ought to be respected. The younger Elk had been a remarkably well-behaved boy from the first day Elan had made her suck his dick.

Layla groaned, opening her mouth wide to prevent biting her poor son, as the first orgasm rolled through her. The Dragon chuckled, patting her bare bottom in a congratulatory fashion. "That was quick. Been a little pent up?" he chuckled.

She had not. Her husband was very good to her, and she loved him very much. They weren't as aggressively sexual as they had been seventeen years ago, for obvious reasons, but they took time every month, at a minimum, to strip down and get frisky together while Corbin was out with friends or participating with his soccer team. She was just never as quick to climax as when under the power of Elan's scent.

The Dragon plowed into her a couple more times, adding pressure to each thrust, then paused and straightened his back, rubbing hers just above her tail thoughtfully. "You're a little too slick now," he snickered, bumping his hips against her rump just to prove how easily he slid through her now. Pulling out entirely, he turned to seat himself on the bed. "Why don't you finish him up while you calm down? Then get up here and I'll try again," he patted the bed next to him.

Layla nodded submissively, lovingly running her tongue around the sensitive flesh in her mouth, and resumed gently sucking her son. He wasn't quite as delicious as Elan, but sweet in his own right, and her tongue played over his skin and the thickening head. Above her, Elan leaned over to engage the Elk in a firm kiss, humming affectionately as his serpentine tongue invaded the other male's mouth nearly far enough to reach down his throat.

Under different circumstances, she might have found them sweet and encouraged their closeness. Layla remembered thinking it was strange Elan didn't have more friends as the pair got into high-school, but was glad he spent so much time with Corbin. The Dragon had always been kind to her son, well-mannered toward her and her husband whenever they saw him, and generally a good influence on the young Elk. That was all before she knew about the Dragon's scent, and even now could only guess at the trouble it had made for him at school. She wouldn't even have been bothered to catch them kissing, if things had turned out that way...but the first time the Doe had caught them was in exactly the same circumstance as she'd walked in on this afternoon. And instead of encouraging or chastising them either one...she had been immediately drawn in with them by Elan's scent.

Oh, right...that was how it started...

Corbin's breath started coming hard, and his legs squirmed with the effort of resisting the urge to buck against his mom's face. He pulled back with a gasp as he teetered on the verge, and Elan brushed a couple of fingers up the underside of the Elk's tail to finish him. Layla dutifully swallowed every spurt that streamed into her mouth. Sometimes they asked to get it on her face, or her breasts. The Doe was quietly grateful they didn't seem intent on making a mess today. She didn't really have the time to clean up before her husband got home. Not if Elan still intended to have his usual way with her...

"Your o-face is so cute," the Dragon grinned, giving one more kiss to Corbin's blushing cheek while the Elk caught his breath, "Alright, stud, give your mom a nice rub as thanks, while she helps me show you mine."

"Yeah," Corbin agreed in a dreamy sigh. Layla couldn't be entirely certain her son had actually heard his instructions, but he stretched out on the bed with his back against the wall, waiting for her to take up the bulk of the space.

The Doe got to her hooves, stepping out of her pants completely, and spent a moment unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking her bra. With both of those draped over the footboard, she stretched out on her side on the small bed, with her back snug against her son's chest. Corbin began to rub her shoulders and upper back. Layla had to hang her knees off the edge of the bed as she crossed them, then reached back to lightly lift the back of one thigh, opening the thick lips of her vagina to the waiting Dragon.

Elan got his tip nested against her entrance and leaned over her hips, preparing to make the plunge...and paused. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, "You're not enjoying this as much as usual."

She blinked at him, pleading with her eyes for him not to make her answer that. But he was looking at her with pure genuine concern, and clearly would not satisfy the ache between her legs until she satisfied him with an answer. Layla buried her face in the pillow beneath her head. "Nooo," she whined honestly, "I'm a terrible woman, and a terrible mother! And in less than an hour Finn is going to come home, and I don't know what I'm going to do if he catches you still balls-deep inside me. And being fondled by my son, no less!" Taking a deep breath to try to calm herself, she pulled the cedery scent pervading the room deep into her lungs...and her heart, and her brain, or so it felt. "But I want you balls-deep in me so bad," she added with a resigned sigh, clenching her entrance around what little of his dick was inside her as best she could, "I'll risk all that. So humiliate me as you will. Let my son have his way with me. I'm a lost cause already, or I wouldn't be here, dying to let you fuck me."

Corbin blinked. His mom never used language like that, even when having sex. She'd made it clear that she was upset, but even Layla was conflicted about what that meant at the moment. She did not want to stop, even now, though what bothered her so much was that she never should have started in the first place...

Elan broke the growing dissonance inside her with a chuckle and a reassuring smile. "Oh, is that all?" the Dragon asked like she'd suggested the pillow under her head was flat, "Alright, let's just ask him then."

Layla stared at him blankly, as if waiting for the punchline of a joke he'd only half-told. Behind her, Corbin was giving him a similar stare, apparently sharing his mother's disbelief. The Dragon merely shrugged at their looks, though. "If he's going to be mad at anyone, it should be me, so I'll do the asking," he assured them both, patting the back of Layla's thigh, "That is, if it's alright for me to stay for dinner after all. May I?"

The Doe buried her face in the pillow for a moment. The lips of her sex tried valiantly to wrap themselves further around the dick teasing them. The way he could so casually switch from lusty teen to respectful house-guest, completely unaffected by his own scent, frustrated the older Elk to no end...not least because it was the one attractive part of him that she could not blame solely and wholly on his scent. "Please," she pleaded, bucking her hips against his tip. She knew better than to push too far, though, if he wasn't engaging. "Please stay. Eat my food, and my pussy, and serve me your cream." The Doe's cheeks burned nearly as much as her loins as she imagined the Dragon doing just that, laying her across the kitchen table and finally putting an end to all her secrets with her husband watching...

The hand on her thigh moved to her son's. "Corbin, get your mom's phone for her," the Dragon instructed with a sly smile, "She needs to tell my parents where I am, or they'll be mad that I missed dinner without permission."

Layla was certain her cheeks had just lit up in flames as Corbin scooted out from behind her with a delightful grin, as if this was the best plan he'd ever heard anyone come up with, and fished her cell phone out of the pocket of her pants. He handed it to her with a hopeful look, as if she might still reconsider before making the call. He ought to know the scent in her nostrils would not permit that, even if the Doe's finger was trembling with reluctance as she pressed the button to dial Elan's mother.

"Hello?" came the pleasant greeting from the other end.

"Hello, Mrs. Silentt_ooth_?!" Layla squeaked, covering her mouth quickly in her surprise as Elan sank into her. The Dragon put a finger over his lips with a wink...and continued riding her. Slowly, so as not to jostle her and make another hitch in her voice, but deeply. "S-sorry," Layla quick apologized into the phone, "Nearly dropped my glass. This is Mrs. Splinterprong."

"Goodness, be careful!" Mrs. Silenttooth sympathized, "What can I do for you? Elan's over there, isn't he? ...He's not making trouble, is he?"

"Not at all," Layla quickly denied, swallowing both her shame for the dishonesty and her growing arousal at the nubs kneading her insides with each gentle thrust, "He and Corbin have been playing games and...having a lot of fun this afternoon," the Doe explained as quickly as she could without sounding suspicious to herself, "So we were wondering if Elan could stay for dinner with us...and maybe a little after." She covered her mouth while she waited for an answer, smothering the moan that wanted to rise up from her throat each time Elan withdrew. To make matters worse, Corbin had crawled up behind the Dragon, hugging him around the waist and spreading his legs around Elan's, and now she could feel the younger Elk's dick lightly bumping her rump with each thrust.

"Oh, sure!" Mrs. Silenttooth agreed happily, "We're glad he has such a nice friend as Corbin. Just tell him to be sure to come home before he wears out his welcome."

"Absolutely," Layla agreed, trying to keep the whimper out of her voice, "Thank you. Good bye."

"Have a nice day," came the answering farewell, and the line clicked mercifully to silence.

Layla laid her head down and groaned aloud, hooking her hooves behind both the hips now thrusting firmly against her like they were trying to push her up the bed, and surrendering fully and hopelessly to the spell of Elan's scent. It always got stronger when he was aroused...and something about that little exchange had him almost as turned on as she was. Corbin leaned encouragingly against his back as the Dragon bent over Layla's hip with the last few thrusts...

"Good work, Mom," the younger Elk cooed over Elan's shoulder, "I don't think she noticed at all."

The Doe groaned, clenching her walls around the studded dick pumping her insides as her second orgasm of the afternoon rolled through her. Elan sighed a long, slow exhale above her, warming her shoulder with a carefully released breath, while his seed warmed another place deep inside her...rather less carefully. Layla really needed to make sure her son had a stash of condoms in here more regularly...

"You should get dressed," the Dragon whispered in the Doe's ear as soon as he could be sure of his control. Patting her bare bottom affectionately, he dragged himself out of her pussy and one last moan out of her lips. "And make your bed, if there's time," the teenager suggested with a wink, "Just in case."

She hardly dared to contemplate what case he might be imagining. Nodding silently, Layla got to her hooves, pulled her pants back into place on her hips, and buttoned her shirt over her breasts. Neither of the boys even pretended to get dressed before she left. "So, do you really think Dad'll be okay with it?" the Doe heard Corbin ask just as she got into the hall...and she paused with one ear cocked back curiously to catch the answer.

It didn't come as quickly as she might have liked. "Well, you know it doesn't work on guys quite as well as girls," Elan admitted, "But it was enough to make your mom go down on you even when it clearly disgusted her, so she couldn't be angry with you after she caught us. And I wasn't even trying to tempt you the first time..."

Her son snickered, apparently finding the memory amusing. "Yeah, but my resistance might've already been kind of low. Dad can probably fight it."

"Eh," she could practically hear the shrug in Elan's voice, "I'll just have to be extra appealing, then. I'll make it work, somehow. Don't worry about it."

"I'm not," Corbin answered more confidently than even Elan sounded...and certainly far more confidently than Layla. As the fierce heat of arousal began to cool inside her, it left a cold fear in it's wake. She couldn't bring herself to share her son's optimism. Her heart hammered like a clapper in a bell with each beat as she dutifully went about setting the table for four. She checked the soup and the bread again...and even went to re-make her and Finn's bed, all with a dread certainty that tonight would be the very last night they ever shared it. That may already be over, actually. She could hardly believe she was going to let Elan go through with this. For Corbin's sake, if not her own, she should--

The front door opened. The sound of heavy hooves on the tile of the entrance announced her husband was home, even before he called out his usual, half-weary greeting as he ducked through the door: "I'm home!"

"Welcome home, dear," Layla was quick to come and meet him, trying not to let her trembling nerves creep into her voice.

Her husband put an arm around her hips, pulling her in for a quick kiss like he usually did. Layla's heart nearly stopped. "Hi, honey," Finn smiled, shrugging off his coat to hang on its usual peg above his briefcase, "How was your day? Mm, and what is that enticing aroma?" the larger Elk asked curiously, nose twitching in the direction of the kitchen, "Did you make cinnamon rolls for dessert?"

Layla's eyes widened. She hadn't noticed the boys coming down, but there was no mistaking that scent. And it was already far too late to back out now. Tugging Finn's sleeve gently, she just shook her head. "No, but dinner is ready, so come and eat. We have a guest today."

Finn tilted his head a little at her distant tone, but followed her into the kitchen. Maybe he thought she'd just worked hard around the house today, and was tired. "Well, this is a surprise," he chuckled when he saw the two teenagers already sitting at the table and eagerly eying the stove, "You're usually gone before I get home."

Elan nodded, smiling brightly and sitting back in his chair with his arms behind his head. "Yeah, but I wanted to stay for dinner today, if that's alright."

"Please, Dad?" Corbin chimed in, "There's something we need to talk about."

"Corbin!" Layla hissed more harshly than she meant to. The last thing her poor heart needed was her own son gleefully joining in on her ruin. Biting her tongue on her instincts, she continued in a more even tone, "That's for Elan to tell him. You just mind your manners and stay out of it." Layla went to ladle out a bowl of soup for each of them, quietly hoping Elan might make some other excuse for wanting to talk to Finn and forgo this lunacy entirely. Maybe she could still go on living quietly with her shame, at least, if nobody needlessly announced it to her husband.

Finn quirked a brow at the warning...and his wife's sharp reaction to it. "I see..." Looking from the Dragon to his son and back a couple of times, the older Elk seemed to have a suspicion of what was up...though Layla was quite certain he was far off the mark, at least for the moment. If only it were something that simple. "Well, that's fine," Finn finally nodded, taking his seat at the table while Layla brought them each a serving, "But let's eat first, before any serious talks. I'm sure it's nothing too urgent for that, right?" His broad nose quivered curiously even as he sat down, making him give another glance to the oven containing only their dinner bread before asking, "And seriously, hon, what is that...peculiar...smell?"

It had filled the kitchen now, notably stronger than when he'd first sat down. Layla was having trouble maintaining her focus through it...and was at least relieved that the effect was tamping down some of her anxiety, even as it awoke...other concerns. The more she breathed it, the more deeply she felt she needed to breathe it...and her husband, judging by the deeper and deeper whiffs he pulled in, seemed to her to be feeling the same. The Doe could practically watch the effect taking hold of him, widening his eyes and making his stare a little glossy as they alighted on her shapely hips...and then, as if suddenly understanding the source of these baseless desires, wandered over to Elan. The young man's posture was practically begging for someone to come open his pants...or so Layla's eyes were telling her.

The Dragon raised one hand with a mildly embarrassed grin. "Oh, uh, sorry Mr. Splinterprong. That would be me. My deodorant wore off a while ago, and I haven't taken my second shower yet. I can go wipe down, though, if it's too much."

Layla's cheeks burned, and the place between her legs tightened with want, as the image of the younger male running a washcloth all across his naked body while standing in their bathroom flashed through her mind unbidden. It was everything she could do to continue slicing the bread evenly. Her husband shook his head quickly, as if trying to dispel similar thoughts. "No no, that's alright," he insisted despite a growing strain in his voice, "It's just...a little odd, if you'll forgive my saying so."

"Totally," the Dragon nodded with a winning smile as Layla laid a thick slice of fresh bread in front of him.

"Hehe, I think it's a pretty nice smell, actually," Corbin tossed in his two-cents thoughtlessly. The dreamy look he was giving to Elan as he said it was doing nothing, in Layla's opinion, to clarify Finn's misunderstandings.

Much to her surprise, Finn chuckled and nodded in agreement. "I definitely would've had an easier time catching your mother's eye, back in the day, if my sweat had smelled like that," he confessed, and was echoed by an affirming nod from Layla before she caught herself. Both Elks gave each other an embarrassed, apologetic glance before fixing their eyes on their meals.

Elan just continued to smile over his bowl, though it became gradually less sweet and innocent and much more like a cat with a mouse in its paws, and pointedly watched Finn grow increasingly uncomfortable in his chair. Each breath pulled in more and more of the aphrodisic scent, sending less and less appropriate thoughts churning through the unsated mind. None of them had quite finished their soup when the Dragon remarked, out of the blue, "That's a pretty nice rack you've got there."

Layla's cheeks burned hot for all the wrong reasons, and she almost responded before realizing Elan was still pointed looking at, and directing his remark to, her husband. Finn, sitting with eyes closed as he struggled with whatever was going through his head, answered distractedly, "Ah...yes, thank you. Runs in the family, I'm told. We're sort of known for having at least ten points each." He rubbed a hand across his brow, just below the aforementioned antlers, as if he could somehow rub the intruding scent and even more invasive thoughts out of his head.

Elan gave an appreciative whistle. "Nice. I like horns," the Dragon offered, running one hand over the smooth curve of the two spikes arching over his own skull, much smaller and simpler than any deer's but elegant in their own way. "I wish mine had grown a bit longer, but Dad says our family's pride is in our tails." He chuckled, wrapping his long, sinewy tail around the legs of his chair to within reach of Corbin's ankles, which he teased by rubbing the tip along them. "But a shapely backside has its own appeal, I suppose."

Layla groaned, bowing her head over her bowl until she very nearly dipped her face in what was left of her soup, and clenched the spoon tight in her hand...as a very different part of her also clenched tight. "Please...stop it," she begged just a little louder than a whisper, "If you're going to say it, then say it. My nerves are at their limit here," the Doe confessed with head low and eyes down. Between scent and insinuations, she was becoming terribly tempted to throw herself on the table right here and show Finn what she'd become...and with who...

Her husband blinked, shaking his head like there was a buzzing in his ear preventing him from hearing her properly, and set his own spoon in the bowl before pushing it aside. "Ahem...right...there was something you wanted to talk about, wasn't there? What was it?" He sounded a little frustrated now, and Layla could easily understand why. Whether he had guessed the source of his want yet or not...whether he was beginning to get an inkling of what was bothering his wife yet or not...Finn was well under Elan's effect by now. If nothing else, he wanted to take her aside as quickly as possible to relieve the growing need for physical touch. She wanted it, too...just not his. Or not only his.

Elan's smile had become almost pitying, as he looked at the trembling Doe beside them. "Yeah, I guess I'd better get to it." Clearing his throat, he looked the larger Elk square in the eyes. "Mr. Splinterprong...would you be mad if I had sex with Mrs. Splinterprong?"

Layla's forehead fell to the table at last. No lead-up. No subtle phrasing or even an attempt at euphemism. He couldn't have been more blunt with a club between the eyes...and had just as effectively destroyed any hope she still had of a measured response from her husband. She couldn't even see the shocked stares the other two Elk at the table were giving to the Dragon, mercifully ignoring her for the moment. "Ack...dude...you have no tact," Corbin remarked, sounding almost impressed by the fact.

Finn was tilting his head with his mouth slack, as if something were pulling his horns to the side that he just couldn't hold up anymore. "Elan...what...are you serious? Is that...really even a question?"

"Honey," Layla moaned, reaching one hand out toward Finn's sleeve, "Please, don't--"

She stopped when Elan laid a hand on her head, assuring her that (he at least thought) he had this. "Well, not really," the Dragon admitted, "Ever since she caught me and Corbin at it, we've been doing it with her...kind of a lot. But leaving you out has really bothered her, apparently, so I decided it was time to ask you in. Layla will be a lot happier that way..."

The Doe's eyes shot wide open, large as dinner plates. That was his spin?! That...no, that was not what she wanted!! This was not her fault!!

...The denials were hardly halfway through her thoughts before she reconsidered them both. As the adult in the house at the time...it was definitely her fault. And she definitely wanted it. And Elan's reasoning was perfect. If Finn agreed...well, she wouldn't hold it against him, and he would have no grounds to hold it against her after that. The thought of lying beside him, waiting her turn to be plowed while Elan made him submit exactly as she had...or maybe Corbin would keep him occupied until Elan was done with her, then let them decide...or all three of them could...she had enough holes...

Her senses, moral and otherwise, had abandoned her almost completely. The poor Doe was practically whimpering on the table, nose full of Elan's scent and eyes cloudy with lust, silently begging one of them to do something. She wasn't even in a state to appreciate the similarly pained and pleasured look clouding Finn's expression. "That...I...well, I definitely have to keep my wife...happy," he insisted weakly, as if not entirely paying attention to what he was saying, "But Elan...that was very rude...to do to a man's family...without inviting him from the start..."

Elan chuckled with a sly look at Corbin, giving the younger Elk a wink. "Oh, that's not a mistake I'll make again, Mr. Splinterprong. I promise. So," Elan got to his feet and paced around to stand beside Finn's chair, gently taking the Elk's tie in his hand and using it to pull the larger male to his hooves, "...Your room?"

"...Yeah," her husband sighed, sounding a lot like their son after an orgasm, and Layla knew then that Elan had won. Her husband was not much more resistant to the Dragon's scent than she was, if at all. He would agree to what was coming just as she had, and submit to Elan just as she had, and they would both be playthings for him and their son together. And in the morning...well, she couldn't really think clearly enough to imagine that right now, but something in her was now quite reassured it would not be her last night with the Elk she loved. In her relief, the lust completely overwhelmed her, without the least shred of inhibition left to resist it...

Pulling the tie gently like a leash, Elan began leading Finn toward the stairs, giving a warm smile over his shoulder. "Come on, Corbin," he called invitingly, "Bring your mom. She looks like she's about to melt."

The youngest Elk couldn't contain himself anymore, and started laughing out loud. But he did get to his feet and offer his hand to his mother expectantly. Layla took it weakly, and pushed herself up from the table, dutifully following her son with her eyes cast down around his hooves...until they reluctantly wandered up to fix on his lean butt. "Hehe...Elan, or Dad?" her son asked with a wink, noticing her stare. Layla sighed, and put both arms around his neck briefly before leaning on his shoulder.

Up the stairs, and down the hall to the master bedroom...Layla quietly closed the door behind her as Corbin pulled her in. Elan was already undoing the knot of Finn's tie, while the older Elk stood with a dreamy, distant gaze. "Confession time," the Dragon chuckled as Corbin and his mom joined them, "I'm not actually into butts. But I don't mind a dick up mine," he shrugged, pulling the tie free and reaching for the buttons of Finn's shirt next, "So we're going to spread the love around as much as possible. I'm going to start by pounding Layla's pretty pussy," the Dragon promised with a sly smile that made the Doe shiver, "You and Corbin decide who's on top and have your first go. Then you're going to suck me clean before I take you for a ride. Corbin, make sure to satisfy your poor mom before you plug her, understand?"

A lustful shudder ran down the young Elk's spine, and he nodded firmly before reaching over to help his mother undress, too. "Fuck, I love it when you talk like that..."

Layla, blushing to roses, watched silently as her husband was stripped by the young Dragon...and the way he watched, with burning bedroom-eyes, as their son disrobed her in turn, paying absolutely no heed to where his hands went. Once her bra was off, Corbin even deliberately gave her a rub underneath her breasts, to sooth the crease where the wire sat under them, and spread them pleasingly before pushing her in the direction of the bed.

Bending down to lay on her belly, Layla's hips and tail lifted instinctively, flashing her intimate places to every male in the room. This afternoon she had been ashamed, and terrified to be caught by her husband while her son and his friend took their pleasure with her. Now she could not wait to be taken by her son and husband both, while Elan watched and decided whether he liked the show or wanted to see them all in a different arrangement. The thick lips between her legs dripped eagerly on the sheets...

After his shirt was unbuttoned and dropped behind his shoulders, Elan had a little trouble getting Finn's business slacks open to finish undressing him. The Dragon gave an appreciative whistle to the bulge that was making the belt and button so tight, but made no other remark on it...even when he finally succeeded, and the intimidating rod sprang out of the confining underwear like a spear-trap in a video game. Reaching between the Elk's legs, Elan gave his sac a brief fondle and a light scratch, relieving the pressure of being cramped up in the tight underwear all day, before he pushed the pants down around Finn's hooves and patted his rump firmly to move him toward the bed as well. The Elk took a seat near the edge, lightly playing with himself as he took in the scene of his wife prostrating herself, and his son stripping down, all in expectation of getting screwed by the same Dragon.

Corbin had already pulled his shirt off (after a brief struggle to get it over his antlers), and was just fumbling with the button of his own pants when Elan hooked a hand into the waist and pulled him in for a longer, much hotter kiss while his parents watched from the bed. "Hey, we still haven't told your dad the rules for the room. He's got to agree before we get down to it, remember?"

The young Elk laughed again. "Didn't we need to explain that before he got naked?" Rolling his eyes, Corbin turned to lean his back against the Dragon's chest, letting Elan run appreciative hands over his bare chest and belly shamelessly while he explained to his dad, "Elan rules the bedroom. What he says goes. I'm in charge of anyone he's not handling, especially when he's not here. But only if they're naked," he added with an eye-roll, as if he'd only mentioned that part of the rules to assure Elan he hadn't forgotten it.

Giving a sly smile from over Corbin's shoulder, Elan unzipped the Elk's fly and opened his pants to show his hard and eager dick to his parents. "...Any questions?"

Layla shook her head, licking her lips and sliding a finger between her legs to rub over her intimate places. Finding them already nice and wet, she opened them in silent invitation, while her husband seemed to have just enough wits left in him to ask a pertinent one: "When you're not here? You mean..."

Getting down on his knees as he pushed Corbin's pants down around his ankles, Elan continued to smile from beside the Elk's hips. "It means don't let him see you naked when I'm not around, or he gets to do whatever he likes. Simple enough. If you disobey, I will make you sniff my pits the next time I'm over, and you will not be naked or allowed to touch yourself."

Finn gnashed his teeth as some deep part of him balked at the thought of... "I thought the same," Layla admitted quietly, never lifting her face from the mattress, "It's humiliating, and wrong. But I couldn't stand the thought...of breathing this," she demonstrated with a deep inhale, "...And not being allowed to act on it. Just be careful to keep your pants on," she suggested. Naturally, she had never let Corbin catch her naked while Elan wasn't here, and never would have even if the Dragon had not been a factor. But if he had...if he did...the Doe held no illusions about resisting him. The thought had crossed her mind, a time or two, to deliberately allow it even. Not all of the Dragon's charm departed with his scent...

The Doe bucked her hips impatiently, waiting to be filled as she'd been promised. With her shame largely relieved, and her fear of her husband erased completely, her only remaining desire was to be used until she could not move anymore...and maybe a time or two beyond that. Especially by the Dragon.

"If you agree to those conditions," Elan continued, much to her frustration, "Get down and kiss your son's dick. Otherwise, I need to leave...like, right now." The Dragon's smile turned sheepish at that, almost apologetic, like he wasn't entirely sure how he'd handle it if he was actually refused at this point, but was sure it would be awkward as hell. Placing both hands on Corbin's tush, he pushed the young Elk in his father's direction.

"Aww," Corbin whined, and Layla could easily sympathize with his disappointment: "I wanted to undress you, too."

"Better hope your dad agrees, then," the Dragon chuckled, already stretching the neck of his shirt wide enough to get it over his horns as he tipped his head back, "So there can be a 'next time' for you to strip me."

Layla had no fear of that, and not least because Finn had already scooted off the bed onto his knees in the floor. She watched with a pounding heart as Finn leaned in, taking care to keep his broad antlers around either side of Corbin, and pressed his lips gently against the underside of his son's dick. It was nowhere near as long as his father's yet, but already nearly as thick, and Layla thought it made for a nice, full feeling inside her.

"Okay, Dad," the teenager patted the forehead between his father's antlers in congratulatory fashion, "Now, you heard him. If you want to fuck his ass--"

"Mind your mouth, son," Finn frowned reflexively as the last vestige of his reason spoke out through the fog of lust, "We don't talk like that in--"

Corbin pressed a finger over his lips, grinning like he'd just pulled a great prank. "We do in this room. In charge, remember? And for that, you're on bottom," the teenager winked at his dad's stunned look, "Now on the bed, and on your back."

Layla shivered, despite the room having grown quite a bit warmer than any other in the house, watching her husband lay on his back beside her and lift his legs, prepared to be claimed by their son. Elan, having finally finished getting undressed, was just crawling between her knees, snugging his hips up to her upturned tail to tease her with the nubs of his dick sliding across her entrance. The Doe moaned, shifting her hips in an effort to catch him between those lips. She could feel the heat of Elan's breath on her back, as all this teasing had the Dragon well and truly excited now, fanning the flames deep in his chest in more ways than one.

Bending his head down, Elan's long neck almost let his lips reach her cheek even from this doggie-position. "Feeling better now?" he asked as he slipped his tip through her entrance, teasing the thick labia with the first set of nubs.

The Doe shivered again, her moan turning into an embarrassingly needy bleat as she nodded her head, and hooked her heels behind the Dragon's hips. Layla's hips rocked invitingly against him, barely restraining the urge to pull him into her. Elan always took his own time and pace, and would "punish" her if she tried to change it. The first time she'd dared to try asserting some dominance, he'd made her lick Corbin's tail-hole...and Corbin had further added to her humiliation by asking to do the same to hers. She'd even liked it. "I feel honest again," she added quickly to assure him, "And...at least he won't be angry in the morning...much. Thank you. Now please...please..."

Elan smiled. "I'm glad," he promised, "Now no more keeping secrets." And without further warning, he plunged into her. Hard. She could tell by the firmness of the nubs trying to stretch her walls that he was nearly as excited as her, and wouldn't be holding back anymore. Oh, he'd probably stop of Layla said it was hurting her...probably...but he'd only ever gone that hard once, and it took more effort than he found pleasant, himself. She was fine with this, clutching the sheets in her fists and his cock with her inner walls as tight as she could, feeling the firm thump of his belly against her butt rock her chin on the mattress with each thrust. Every rock drove a gasp or aroused grunt from her, and each swift pull sent a shock through her nethers all the way to her throat, making Layla sound a little like a poorly played violin.

Her husband was only a little quieter, softly grunting and groaning with his ankles hooked over their son's shoulders and Corbin hugging his thighs as he bucked against his dad's butt. The younger Elk had at least been patient enough to lube himself up with the bottle his parents kept discreetly wrapped in a cloth under their bed, but was otherwise showing about as much restraint as Elan as his rode his father's tail-hole. Although the aphrodisic effects of Elan's scent filling his lungs could excuse quite a bit of it, the raw enthusiasm with which Corbin went at his father suggested he might have enjoyed this even without Elan's coaxing. The larger Elk enduring his stuffing wasn't discouraging in the least, making pleasured sounds with each firm thrust and beginning to sling strings of pre-cum from the glistening tip of his waving dick. "Don't come...before me," Corbin panted in warning, "Gonna want...all that...for him..."

Finn gnashed his teeth, and clenched up tight against the building pressure in his loins. It was made even more difficult when Layla suddenly tensed up beside him, clutching the blanket and moaning in open pleasure as her orgasm overtook her...and then even louder when Elan seized up inside her. The long nubs of his dick flared out wide, nearly as hard as his dick, locking him in place while he climaxed. As his seed poured into her in a stream of pleasure, Elan sighed a long, hot exhale, taking care to keep his breath aimed at the headboard well above her bowed head. He had to be particularly careful of his breath during his orgasm, or he'd set something on fire. His parent's room was heat-shielding to allow for it, and his own room had been similarly treated as a precaution, but that wasn't the case in practically any other house. "Oooh, fuck yeah," he groaned when he could inhale again, flopping on top of the equally breathless Doe and pillowing his head on the back of her neck as they cooled back down and waited for him to unlock, "Definitely...best...pussy."

"All yours," she groaned deliriously, still panting against her own pleasure, "Anytime."

A playful pop stung her bare rump, under Elan's hand. "Don't be rude," the Dragon chuckled, nodding toward Finn, "He's right there, you know. Now apologize."

"Oooh, I'm so sorry, Finn!" Layla moaned honestly, stretching out her neck to capture her husband's lips in sincere kiss.

The sight of it pulled Corbin to a climax. He pushed deep under his father's tail, bending over the strong thighs laid against his chest and driving Finn's mouth firmly against Layla's, and groaned aloud as he pulsed inside the tight confines of this virgin tail-hole. Finn panted around his wife's lips, his own cock twitching and clearly close to his own climax. Per his son's instructions, he was struggling hard to save it for the next round, but getting close to losing. Elan chuckled at their efforts, cute but unnecessary. Layla reached out and found her husband's hand as they broke for air, giving it a squeeze of sympathy.

"Alright, stud," the Dragon grinned, swatting Corbin's rump playfully to get his attention, "Clear out and make room for your dad to breathe a little. He's got a job to do now." With a knowing chuckle, Corbin pulled out, letting his dad's legs hang off the edge of the bed again and leaving his rock-hard erection standing straight up like a flagpole. With a bit of effort, and working some muscles most species didn't even have, Elan pulled in the nubs lining his dick just enough to comfortably withdraw from Layla. She gasped and twitched at the unexpected stimulation, then flopped onto her side to breath more easily. The stimulating nubs immediately sprang back to full attention, or nearly so, and the Dragon crawled over to sit astride Finn's chest, resting the glistening tip on the larger male's chin while the Elk continued to catch his breath. Corbin took a moment to curl up in front of his mother, fondling her soft breasts and enjoying a breathy kiss or three.

"Hehe...you liked that, huh?" the Dragon asked with a smug grin, lightly tracing down the underside of one large antler with his finger, "He's a pretty good ride, isn't he?"

"Y-yeah," the breathless Elk nodded, incidentally kissing the semi-erect rod beneath his lips as he did so.

"Just wait until you taste him," Elan licked his lips, as though savoring a memory, then smiled down at the male under him again. Taking a controlling grip on Finn's wide antlers and holding him steady, the Dragon chuckled, "Now don't try too hard. It's not a blow-job; you're just getting the juice off. I don't think I've ever come from sucking, though Corbin gave it his best shot."

"Still disappointed about that," the younger Elk muttered as he turned around and pushed his mother more fully onto her back, then lowered his face between her thighs. Kissing her gleaming vulva, he pressed his lips firmly against the thick ring and then just as firmly thrust his broad tongue inside, gathering up as much of Elan's milk as he could reach.

Layla moaned, hugging the knees now straddling her head, and tried to keep her face turned a little aside from the heavy balls and dick waving over her nose. One eye peeked open to watch her husband suck the Dragon dominating them both. "Don't panic," she whispered encouragingly as Elan leaned forward on Finn's antlers, pinning his head down with the teen's full weight and adjusting the angle of his hips to slide the whole of his dick into the Elk's throat, "They lay down as it goes in, and they're nice and smooth. You won't get scratched or anything on the way back," the Doe promised, speaking from long experience, "Just mind your teeth."

Her husband made a sound in his throat that seemed grateful for the advice, though his face said he was struggling with this new experience...and the dick twitching against Elan's back said he was struggling against the raw power of the scent being literally rubbed in his nose. Layla's walls tightened around her son's tongue...and Corbin patted her cheek with his tail to get her attention. "Do that thing I like, Mom," he asked quietly, bobbing his butt above her face suggestively, "Please."

This time her groan was as much shame as pleasure...but Layla obediently reached up to gently spread the cheeks beneath her son's tail. He lifted it high, and adjusted his hips to the best angle he could give her, before burying his nose and tongue in her sweet sex again...and cooing with delight as Layla's tongue raked lightly up the crease of his rump, then tenderly pushed through the tight rim of his tail-hole in imitation of what he was doing to her love-tunnel.

Elan paused with his balls hanging against Finn's chin, feeling the Elk struggle to stay comfortable with the oddly nubbed dick in his mouth. "Okay, big guy," Elan encouraged, "Just take a deep breath through the nose."

Finn obeyed, drawing a deep, deep breath with his nostrils right up against the Dragon's base. The act of breathing, from this location, was every bit as stimulating as thrusting...or being thrust into, from Layla's perspective. She remembered the second time the boys had claimed her, and how Elan had chosen to explain what had actually come over her the first time: by sitting astride her face, arms pinned under his knees, and making her breathe the intoxicating scent straight from his balls...while Corbin carefully stroked him above her eyes, to maximize his arousal. She'd climaxed before Elan had, without even being touched, and begging her son to put the Dragon in her mouth.

Finn's dick began twitching uncontrollably before he could bother with a second breath, shooting streams of warm pleasure onto Elan's back and tail. Layla's open mouth turned toward them reflexively, trying to catch the stream not even aimed at her, and her son groaned at the sudden withdrawal of her tongue. The Dragon just smiled and teased Finn's clenching base with the tip of his sinewy tail. "Had a feeling that would happen. Don't worry: you won't go soft before you get your reward. Now suck gently, and put that tongue to work."

While her husband dutifully set to licking her honey off of the Dragon, Layla pressed her face back into her son's bottom, muffling her squeal in him and thrusting her tongue deep and squeezing her thighs around either side of his head all at once. "Gods forgotten, Mom," the younger Elk chuckled as he pulled his muzzle back out of her entrance, "You sure are easy." Reluctantly pulling away from her face while she was still in the throes of her latest climax, Corbin turned around again and rolled her onto her side, facing toward the other pair of males. The Doe breathlessly watched her husband suck the teenage Dragon like a favorite drink, licking her own lips enviously, while her son lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and pressed his renewed erection warningly against her back-door. "This one will take you a bit longer, won't it?" Corbin grinned, easing into her tail-hole.

Layla took a deep breath and nodded, trying to relax and open up for him, and grit her teeth as her back-door stretched around his shaft. Honestly, she found this method uncomfortable and unpleasant to think about, second only to what she'd just been doing under Corbin's tail. It was mostly proof of how desperate Elan's scent made her that she endured it at all...much less so enthusiastically...but it did have the advantage of letting her son release fully inside of her, even without a condom. (She really needed to make sure they had a stash of those close at hand.) Gasping as her son invaded her not-quite-gently, the Doe stretched out her neck to give her husband a sympathetic lick on the cheek...and just a little bit of an envious look to the bright blue dick sliding slowly back through his lips.

"Mm, that's good," Elan praised, shifting back to take his weight off Finn's antlers as his nubs began to lay back down and he could clearly feel the texture of the tongue bathing him again. Chuckling at Layla's little display of affection, the Dragon carefully withdrew and pushed the gorgeous set of antlers to one side, turning Finn's head toward her. "Why don't you two share a moment together, while Corbin and I ride you."

"Mm, yes sir..." Finn found Layla's lips with his, and the two shared a kiss with tongues entangled (neverminding where hers had recently been). Behind him, Elan used his dexterous tail to line Finn's still-strong erection up between his cheeks.

"Lube...in the drawer," Layla huffed breathlessly around their kisses, knowing all too well exactly how...filling...her husband could be. Finn was closer to a flagpole than a pencil by every measure. It was a wonderful feeling in her love-tunnel, but she only let him stuff it up her tail-hole on special occasions, and she was frankly dubious Elan could handle it all. Especially if he hadn't had any larger partners than Corbin.

The teen was confident in himself, though, for better or worse. Taking a deep breath and gritting his own teeth, Elan eased back and down, sliding the thick dick through his own back-door raw of anything but the milk still eking from the larger Elk's head. "Oh wow," he sighed as he got down near the base, "This is what Corbin's going to turn into? I'm going to need more practice."

Layla squeaked as her son gave her rump an extra-hard thrust, spurred on by the quiet praise, and Elan began carefully bobbing up and down on the pole in his tail-hole. Layla clung to her husband's arm, watching him disappear under Elan's tail and filling her with visions of riding Elan's cock while Finn was stuffed deep inside the Dragon's other side. Corbin seemed to be enjoying similar visions, leaning into her more heavily with his tongue lolling from his smiling lips.

As he began to grow comfortable with the girth, Elan trailed his finger through the line of thicker fur running all the way from between Finn's pectorals to the circle around his base and even behind his sac. "Fuck, Finn, why do mammals get all the sexiest features? Huge horns, happy trails...all I get is a nubby penis."

Layla squeaked again as Corbin practically spanked her with his hips. While she generally agreed with the sentiment, and adored running her hands through that "happy trail" whenever they made love... "Please stop," the Doe begged both her eager son and the Dragon riding her husband, "Those nubs...are amazing..."

"Mmph...and your scales are sleek...and sexy...and your horns...make great handles," Corbin groaned, grinding his crotch against his mother's ass as the dirty talk coaxed him close to a climax...but not quite far enough. She could feel him hard as a rock and throbbing against her insides, just on the verge of erupting.

Elan grinned a toothy grin, noticing his friend's struggles. "Not as sexy as you in a skirt," the Dragon countered, dropping a little more firmly onto Finn's base, "Now that everyone's in on it, I'm going to make you wear that again. You kept it, like I told you to, right?"

"Yyeesss," Corbin cried in answer as he unloaded at last, filling his mother's back-door and stretching her leg to a frankly uncomfortable angle. Layla winced and gasped as she pushed back against him, also excited by the picture in her head of her and Corbin wearing matching dresses, both laid on this bed, sharing a kiss as they were plowed by their respective lovers...

Finn groaned aloud for very different reasons.

Elan stopped bouncing, just holding still and grimacing a little against the strain beneath his tail. "Augh...that's...ugh...I was not...ready for...the pressure!" he admitted, jerking just a little at each strong pulse in his posterior. He was quick to lift himself off of it once the twitching subsided, tenderly holding himself open to relax and close at a comfortable pace. "No more full-length rides for you until I've had a better stretch," the Dragon warned in an apologetic tone, laying his cheek down on the Elk's heaving chest for a quick breather of his own.

Corbin licked his lips, eying his friend with head down and tail still raised cautiously in the air, and carefully pulled out of his mother, leaving her with a relieved sigh. Crawling over behind Elan's hips, though, the Dragon quickly pulled away from the attempted touch, rolling onto his side near the edge of the bed. "Huh-uh," Elan shook his head, "Sorry. I was going to let you have your favorite position, but now it's all sore. You'll have to settle for getting fucked instead," the Dragon patted the little space between him and Finn.

The younger Elk grinned, still crouching across his father's legs. "Even though you don't like tail-holes?" he asked.

"I don't like vegetables, either," Elan smirked, "But I still eat them. I can make an exception for my best friend, can't I?"

Corbin squirmed into place excitedly. "You had better," he cooed, lifting one leg for Elan to hook an arm under, spreading him into roughly the same position he'd just taken his mother in, "Or you'll be lonely at school." Not for the first time, Layla wondered how much there really was between her son and the Dragon, and how much was the Dragon's overwhelming scent. Sometimes it was hard to tell...

Finally free of both teenagers and beginning to overcome the pheromone-induced lust through sheer exhaustion, the Doe snuggled up to her husband's side for a softer, more personal kiss on the lips. "You can still go full-depth in me," she promised quietly, "I can finally hold you again without the guilt of a secret in my back pocket." She kissed his neck and his chest, then his cheek and his lips again. "Please say you will. I've been so--"

"Come here," Finn interrupted her, pulling her over him in a crushing hug, and squirming around with her a bit to lay her on her side between him and Corbin. Layla sighed contentedly, knitting fingers with her son and resting her chin on top of his head, even as her husband lifted her leg again and reminded her what a stretched tail-hole really felt like...

Still uncomfortable. She didn't let herself think too much about it. Corbin's breath on her breasts, and the Dragon's growing warmth against her nose...the subtle bounce of her son's head against her chin as Elan bucked into him, the tingle of Corbin's fingers gently tracing around the rim of her sex until they found her pearl...all of that was much more pleasant, and practically guaranteed this would be a short and intimate round. For the very first time, she wasn't just with her husband, hoping he didn't find out her shame, or just with her son, conflicted by the change in their relationship while Elan dominated them both. At last, her whole family was together, and confident of remaining so. Even the stretch under her tail felt pleasant at that thought.

Elan kissed Corbin's cheek with a smile, bucking a little harder against him to prompt him to look up at the Dragon. "Your parents are pretty sweet," he noted, seeing the most sincere smile on Layla's face she'd made in a long time, "Don't be too mean to them when I'm not over, okay? Remember: only if they're naked, and no cheating to get them that way. You'll have it worse for abusing your new privilege."

"Ahhh," Corbin sighed, feeling the nubs flaring out inside him in warning of a pending climax, and sympathetically adding a little pressure to his mother's pearl, "Yes, sir! Promise you'll come over more often, though? Or at least stay longer..."

"Heh, that depends on tomorrow," the Dragon answered vaguely, gritting his teeth and upping the pace as his pleasure peaked, and finally burying himself firmly down to the base under Corbin's tail. The other teen hummed appreciatively at each pulse inside him, kissing his mother's neck affectionately until Elan regained enough self-control to reach his long neck around for a deeper kiss, still hot and smoky with arousal. Layla crested her next climax watching it from just above their noses, clenching her walls tight around Corbin's fingers...and was rewarded with the feel of Finn's milk pouring into her from the other side. Finn pulled her down firmly, rubbing his face against her back as he pulsed deep in her.

They all had to spend a minute catching their breath before Corbin's poor arousal-fogged brain caught up with his friend's statement. "Er...yeah...what's happening tomorrow?" the young Elk asked.

Layla reached out to lightly scratch the Dragon's chin, half expecting him to announce that he would be spending the weekend with them, to solidify his dominance. Maybe he planned to test exactly how far he could push them, or at least Finn, his most recent conquest. The whole house was under his spell. She hardly had the heart to imagine all the shameful things he could make them do...and felt her cheeks burning at the realization she looked forward to finding out. Having Finn wrapped up in it with her had broken a lot of her resistance. The Doe might even--

The Dragon behind her son chuckled quietly, pulling out and rolling off the bed entirely. Corbin blinked in surprise...and so did Layla. "Elan...is something wrong?" the Doe dared to ask when Elan began immediately getting dressed again. Regardless of what might come tomorrow, she had expected him to make the rounds of them all at least once more. She was, after all, the only one even close to overcoming the lust of his scent yet.

With pants and shirt back firmly in place, the Dragon crawled over each of the Elk still on the bed, giving them a kiss on the cheek one-by-one. "I kind of cheated today," the Dragon admitted as he stepped back from the bed, "So here's what's going to happen next: you three are going to spend a wonderful night together on this bed. Tomorrow, when the room's aired out and the effect of my scent thoroughly spent, you're going to talk about what happened today. Layla, make sure you tell Finn about everything I've done with you over the last couple of years. He won't be mad, I think. I'm sure he understands now that I'm kind of hard to resist," the Dragon winked. "Then decide whether you actually agree to my demands, or if it was my scent talking through you. I'll know you're okay with it when -- and if -- you invite me back. Otherwise I won't intrude again," he promised with a wave as he opened the door, "See you at school, Corbin."

The door closed, leaving a blinking and bewildered family staring at it from the bed. Layla turned her gaze uncertainly to her husband, cheeks freshly burning with a whole new kind of embarrassment...

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Closing the door behind him, Elan got his coat, scarf, and backpack from the hall, and quickly jogged down the street through the snowy night to his own front door. Giving only a quick greeting to his own mom and dad, the teenager quickly went to get his second shower of the day, like he usually did after school, carefully washing all of his enchanting scent away with a specially formulated soap and smothering its advances for the next few hours under a similarly formulated deodorant, then went to watch a movie with his parents like they usually did on Friday nights...

He didn't see Corbin anymore that weekend, or hear from the Splinterprongs at all. Elan tried not to let that make him nervous. At the very least, the effect of his scent should ensure they didn't hate him for what they'd done on Friday...but they might not be comfortable inviting that into the house again, now that everyone was very clear about the source of the attraction. That would probably be mostly up to Finn to decide.

Monday morning, though, Corbin sat down beside him on the bus just like usual, yawning with his usual morning tiredness like any other day. As the bus pulled away from the stop, he leaned discreetly against Elan's shoulder and muttered, "Hey, sorry for not calling you this weekend. Things were...kind of weird at our place, actually. Lots of talking, lots of cleaning, even a little rearranging the furniture." Turning his head enough to whisper even more softly into the Dragon's ear, he added, "Mom and Dad say we should come out already. I told them we're not gay, and Mom should know better, but...," he shrugged, clearly not understanding what there was to be confused about.

Elan chuckled, patting his friend's thigh behind the cover of their backpacks. "At least they're encouraging. Anything else?"

Corbin nodded with a sleepy smile. "They said to ask your parents if you can spend the night next Friday..."