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Between MILFs and a Drake

Part One

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

Lyla always seemed to end up with Sasha when her husband was away. It wasn't that she didn't have anything else to do, not at all, but she didn't want to spend all her time at home doing chores and keeping house after being at work all day. She could have used the time to pursue her hobbies, but there was nothing like being with her friend when she needed to release a special kind of desire within her.

She was a different kind of dragon, scaled but with very soft scales that, to the touch, more often than not felt like skin. That could have been the numerous lotions that she oiled her scales with, daily, but Lyla had always been different, even at her old school, many, many years back, other dragons more rough and tumble than her delicacy. She had softened over the years, but her black and orange markings, coming down her shoulders and back, the upper lines of her arms and thighs, even the top sides of her feet, were reminiscent of koi fish. The base of her scales, of course, was an off-white, though the exact shade of that changed depending on the time of year and the amount of sunlight that she got on her skin.

Even her horns were different. They would not have looked out of place on a red deer, though they were a little more upright and a little more pointed back from her head, rather than spreading and fanning out majestically like those of a true deer. She was a dragon through and through, but more elegant, her breasts large and full but perfectly in proportion to the curves of her body. Whereas most of the dragons where she lived were of the more typical Western variety, she showed many traits of her Eastern heritage, completed in a long, sinuous tail with a thickly rounded tip.

"Mmm..."

Sasha moaned into the kiss, coaxing Lyla to open her mouth wider, twining their tongues together as they made out, long and low. It was hard for the dragoness to think about anything other than the moment as she leaned into the touch. The little sounds that Sasha made were intoxicating, her tongue twisting around and around.

And, to think, that it might not have happened between them at all if she hadn't had a few drinks one night with Sasha, letting slip that she had more than a little "pent-up energy" of a certain kind. Her husband, even back then, had been working so hard and so focused on travelling for work to further his career that it, in the end, had taken him further and further away from her heart.

And her bed. That was one of the hardest things for Lyla, but she had a good marriage otherwise, even if she was sure that the affection and undoubtedly their sex life had died. The bond was there, but it was different. She just needed something, that kind of closeness with someone else, even though Sasha was not a partner to her like her husband had been. Despite the changes in her marriage, Lyla didn't want to end it, considering that they had a child together. In fact, that was how she had met Sasha as her son was friends with her son, Kao.

It was funny how things worked out like that, but Lyla was more than happy to take things as they were, day by day. And that was more than enough for her.

Sasha had been the one to help her explore and, honestly, it was far from the first time that they had been together. That night, Sasha's adult children out for the evening, she kissed Sasha passionately, running her paws over the blue dragoness' scales, though Sasha was still wearing a rather fetching nightie. It had lace over the shoulders and around the bottom hem as an embellishment, the light blue fabric interwoven with something that sparkled and brought even more of a highlight than before to the dragon's eyes. Her black horns shone with horn oil, though it had been Lyla, that time, who had helped her polish them.

"Mmm, I missed this," Lyla said, grunting softly in the back of her throat, though she only broke the kiss enough to talk, still close enough so that her breath tickled the other dragoness' lips. "It's so good to be close to someone...to you...again..."

Sasha chuckled faintly, her voice a little darker and raspier, though she had not smoked in her life. It just suited her better than a higher-pitched girlish giggle and was the way that she had always been. Lyla was down to her bra and panties, though Sasha had not even paused to really take in what she was wearing, merely enjoying the moment, the closeness of having another warm dragon body so near and tender. Her husband was not in the picture and had not been for some time, though Sasha still felt that she had everything that she needed there for herself, especially with her two beautiful dragon children.

"Mmph?"

Sasha blinked, drawing back a little as the front door opened. She would have continued, for the only one that it could be was Kao, but Lyla stiffened instantly. Even her tail fell away from where it had been curled sinuously and sensually around hers, tensing, every muscle in her body locking up.

"Sasha..." She whispered, eyes darting back and forth, heart hammering. "Who's there? I thought you said we'd be alone tonight..."

To her surprise, however, Sasha only grinned and leaned back on the bed, her head tilted to the side. Even though Lyla was on the edge of snatching up her clothes and leaping for the window (she might have been a bit too old, to be fair, to pull off a move like that but it still flashed through her mind), Sasha didn't seem put out at all.

"Listen," Sasha said, holding up a paw. "It's okay."

And she was right too, for there was no one there that was about to just storm into Sasha's room and take over like they owned the place. Well, not anyone that wasn't welcome there already, that was... But, as Sasha anticipated, no one even came into the bedroom, but instead made their way down the hallway to the bathroom. A click of the door and a few moments later, the only additional sound that could be heard in the house was the rushing hiss of the shower running.

"See?"

Sasha smiled, putting her paws on Lyla's shoulder, though she swore she could hear Lyla's heart pounding even through the trembling vibrations of her body.

"It's all okay, it's just Kao," she said, trying to reassure her, even though it had slipped her mind prior. "He said that he might be home late tonight, but he won't bother us, don't worry."

Lyla squirmed, looking down, her paws in her lap as if she could cover her body and look perfectly innocent through that alone.

"But what if we get caught?" She whispered, lips barely parted. "I... I don't know... Nobu is his friend, Kao might tell him!"

"Look..." Sasha slid back, making sure that Lyla had a bit of space in which to feel comfortable on the bed, even though there could really have been no doubt truly about what they had been doing, if they were walked in on. "We don't have to do anything if you don't want to while Kao is around, don't worry about it. It's just fun and we're friends! Look, I'll get you one of my dressing gowns..."

That helped a little and Lyla exhaled a sigh of relief as she leaned back a little, putting her head on one of Sasha's pillows, the satin dressing gown coming down to just above her knees. It helped to feel a bit more covered up than she had been before and Sasha pouring a glass of wine from the bottle that they had put in there earlier, in a bucket of ice from the kitchen, helped a little more too.

"I'm sorry," Lyla said, but smiled all the same. "You must think I'm so silly sometimes, but it can be a bit sensitive, you know. I don't want things to go rough at home, though I do wonder if my husband too..."

"Yeah." Sasha smiled and put her paw on her friend's shoulder, fingers curling around the firm muscle there, a glass of wine in her other paw. "It can be tricky, right? But you guys both have to look after your needs and you're doing the best you can. We all are."

That was as far as Lyla was willing to go into that, a bit of a closed book when it came to tackling things with her husband, but, well, it was not as if everything had to be ripped out into the light of day. Some things were best left unsaid when there wasn't anything special there to be said, after all.

One thing, however, had been on Sasha's mind.

"I was wondering though," she started, wondering if Lyla was going to clam up again, "if you ever thought about...you know, seeing other guys too? It might be good for you to get out, have a bit of fun?"

Lyla drew back, taking her glass of wine and a rather affronted gulp from it. A little too big of a gulp, considering the beverage.

"I could not!" She said, shoulder blades pushed back, looking haughtier than Sasha had ever seen her. "I'm married, you know that! But..."

Lyla hesitated, taking another, more calculated, sip of her white wine.

"Um... Why do you ask that though?"

She could not deny her curiosity. Sure, okay, it was great messing around with Sasha and the dragoness was a goddamn witch with her tongue. That was just what she ached for, the release of orgasm, but she hadn't had a good, thick cock in a long time. And her husband had not left her wanting for it at all, back when that had been the kind of relationship that they enjoyed between one another.

Sasha smiled, secretively tapping the side of her muzzle. Yet, of course, she was going to tell all, just in her own way.

There was no space for secrets in her life, after all, that were not due to be spilt.

"Well, there's a rather fetching young stud in my life that, well...I thought you might like to hear about."

"Ooooh!"

That did indeed catch Lyla's attention, the dragoness sitting up straight, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes, do tell!"

Sasha laughed.

"Hold your horses, I'm getting to it," she chuckled. "Now... Where to start... Hm... I've been seeing him for a little while now, a dragon, of course... He's young, muscled, really hot... Oh, Lyla, he's a real stud."

Lyla shivered. Desire dripped from the dragoness' tone as she'd never heard before.

"What about..." Did she dare? "What's he like...in the bedroom?"

"Oh, he's really well hung," Sasha said, winking wickedly. "Great in bed, keeps going multiple rounds. He makes me melt, he's so passionate, and he uses his tongue so wonderfully. I don't think I've ever had a drake that can eat pussy like that before! And he can be rougher too, though I know he wants to be careful and I know he doesn't want to hurt me either."

"Come now, Sasha," Lyla said, running a finger up her antler with a seductive smile, as if she was trying to pry something in particular out of her friend. "Don't hold out on the details... How big is he? Do tell!"

Sasha laughed.

"You would want to know that, wouldn't you?" Sasha teased her right back. "Well...hm... I can't say that I've ever whipped out a ruler or anything with him, I don't have any need to, but he must be about twelve inches? And thick too. He cums so hard inside me! Fuck, half the time I'm leaking into my underwear still the next day."

"Ooof..." Lyla fanned herself, more comfortable and yet still hot under the collar, having expected to get sex that night but getting lighter, sexier talk instead. "That's the stuff, Sasha, now you're talking. I wish I could get someone like that too..."

She didn't really mean it, not beyond fantasies, of course, but it was better to see just how far she could push things when she was in a safe environment. It might even lead to a little roleplay between her and Sasha, though that might have been outside her comfort zone too. Drat...

"Well..." Sasha said, drawing out the vowel as ifs he was trying to make the word hang in the air for as long as possible. "I could see about setting up a meeting between you guys. We're not exclusive, me and my stud, you know. It's just a bit of fun, or a lot of fun, if you catch my drift."

Lyla gulped.

"But, my husband..."

"Hasn't been home in two months," Sasha reminded her, even though they both knew that that was the case with his work. "Yes, Brian has a lot to do, but it is his choice too to live his life that way. If this is what makes you happy and fulfilled, setting your needs aside forever isn't going to get you anywhere, Lyla."

Lyla grumbled under her breath, pressing her thighs together. Even Sasha's description of the younger drake that she had been seeing had her pussy wet, hotter than she had realised.

"Maybe... I could say hi... See him... See if...something could...happen..."

She was reluctant but it was hard to set aside her desire, even then. Sasha, however, cocked her head, the ridge above her eyes raising as a wicked smirk painting her lips.

"Excellent, I thought you might enjoy that," Sasha said, rising secretively, her tail swinging behind her as if she was trying to be secretive. "But... Just wait here."

Sasha giggled, a paw pressed over her lips as she left the bedroom, though Lyla stared after her, perplexed. Even her tail was still, hanging down against the bed, not sure what to make of her friend's demeanour. What was up with her? Had she had too much wine? It was all very strange, very strange indeed...

Waiting there, Lyla could not have anticipated what Sasha had in mind - much less when the blue dragoness came back in after a few minutes. With none other than her very own son with a white bathrobe on!

"Sasha! Kao!"

Lyla squeaked, grabbing at her dressing gown, the soft satin no longer feeling like it was enough to cover her body, not when Sasha's eighteen-year-old son was standing right there before her. Her eyes darted from the wine bottle to the dip into Sasha's cleavage that her nightie made, though the attire seemed to be much less casual than what Lyla would have seen it as before.

Oh, god, I hope he doesn't work out what we were doing...

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"What is going on, Sasha?" She forced out, unable to look away from Kao's grin, his white teeth showing in a muzzle that was like a more masculine version of Sasha's. "I... You... Kao, I'm so sorry about all of this!"

Kao shook his head, laughing a little as he rested his fingers around the back of his neck.

"Really? I'm not. Mom said I could come in."

"This..." Sasha said, jumping in at just the right moment. "This is my stud, Lyla - you said that you might like to meet them!"

Lyla blinked, drawing back a little, her lower jaw falling slack.

"Ah... Wait, what?"

She stared, sitting back a little more, as if that would help her take in the situation better. Of course, there was not anything really that could make things better or easier for Lyla to absorb, looking between Sasha and her son as if she was seeing them, truly, for the very first time.

She trembled, shaking all over, her tail vibrating, not knowing what to do. It was crazy! It was fucked up! Sasha couldn't be serious about it, that she was fucking her own son! And she had even talked about how well-hung he was - oh, god! Was that even right that Sasha was talking about things like that? He was her son, oh, fuck, he was her son...

"Lyla? Lyla, are you okay? Stay with me now, sorry, perhaps I shouldn't have just sprung that on you..."

Sasha fluttered her paws, trying to calm Lyla down, sitting beside her on the bed. At least the comforting presence of her body seemed to still relax the other dragoness, though the notion of Lyla shoving her away with a shocked snarl had most certainly crossed her mind too. She didn't know, not quite, why her friend was so frantic over seeing Kao there, but, well...there was only so much that she could do, now that things were out in the open.

"It's okay, Lyla, I'm sorry I sprung it all on you like that, I didn't think it would be... Well..." Sasha kept her voice low and soft, soothing, letting it wash over her friend, her trembles slowly subsiding as Lyla looked up. "I know, it's a lot, but...it could be fun too."

"I..." Lyla gulped hard, shaking her head, though not even swallowing like that dislodged the lump in her throat. "It's not that, I just... No, I couldn't have been expecting that. And when you said about arranging a meet-up, I thought you meant, like, in a week or something! And coffee!"

Sasha suppressed the urge to roll her eyes.

"Well, there was wine..."

"Sasha!"

"Okay, okay!"

Sasha chuckled faintly, even though it was no time at all to laugh, not as Lyla shot her a look. It was something, at least, that Lyla's heart rate seemed to be calming down at least somewhat, though Kao didn't look all that comfortable there.

"Er, sorry if I walked in on something too," he said, though Kao didn't honestly look all that sorry at all, even if his grin was a little on the sheepish side, showing too many teeth. "Mom said... Yeah, well, she didn't say anything much, I just kinda went with it. Hi, Mrs Lyla."

"Um... Just, Lyla... Lyla is fine..."

She muttered, looking down, shaking her head. He was her son's best friend... Moreover, Sasha was having sex with her own son? Why was she even doing that? Everyone knew that that was wrong! Even if he was an adult...

And she had never looked at Kao like that before, of course, especially so considering that he was her son's best friend. There'd been some dragons, a long while back before she'd started having those fun nights with Sasha, that she had looked twice at, but not another drake since Sasha. That had been enough, surely, getting off and relaxing with another dragoness?

Yet she gulped and turned her face away, the heat of a blush crawling across her cheeks. It even felt like it reached up to the base of her horns, the insides of her ears too, which were softly placed just below her antlers, the indents visible in the sides of her head where they were well protected.

"But you're..." She struggled for words, shrugging helplessly. "Come on... You two can't be serious about this, can you? We're in our forties, I'm forty-five, Sasha... And he's just eighteen! You can't be more than a couple of years younger than me!"

Sasha grinned and shook her head.

"Oh, age doesn't matter, darling, don't you worry about that. It should never be a barrier to lust anyway, not when everyone's happy and agrees... Kao, why don't you open your bathrobe and show Lyla exactly why I keep coming back to you, hm?"

There was a lot more that Sasha could have added there, but, honestly, she felt like it might have been too much if she'd added on the dirty, darkly seductive talk that slipped so easily from her tongue around her son. There was just something about Kao that brought out that more lustful side of her and it wasn't just what lay between the drake's legs, to be fair...

He did so obligingly, though the younger dragon kept a wary eye on Lyla, as if he was ready to whip his robe closed again if she showed even the slightest hint of not being comfortable with what was going on. He wasn't ever going to force anyone, of course not - and that went for just showing his body, not just in sex. That, at least, was something that his mother had drilled into him when it came to consent and safe sex.

Lyla swallowed hard and licked her lips, however, as he slipped open his robe, the tie falling loose as his soft shaft hung down against his inner thighs. He smirked faintly, rocking his hips forward and his shoulders back. Yeah, he knew he was hung, enjoying the attention, though Kao would have openly admitted too, if asked, that he found Lyla pretty hot as well. He'd lusted for his mother before things had even "happened" between them and Lyla was no different with her elegant antlers and wide hips, the kind of hips that he could just imagine digging his claws into to thrust rough and hard with long, deep strokes of his cock...

Lyla, on the other hand, gulped and clamped her jaws shut as what Kao had on show was finally revealed to her. It turned out that Sasha was not lying in the slightest, no, for his cock and balls hung down against his inner thighs, his sack heavy and full even then. His cock was huge, big enough to please her even while he was soft - but Sasha had said that he grew to around twelve inches when hard. So, the drake was going to get even bigger than that?

"Wow..."

She murmured so quietly under her breath that neither Kao nor Sasha caught it, but Lyla did. She felt herself wavering, looking at Kao as if he was just another dragon, however, briefly - a dragon whose body she could appreciate, her gaze raking slowly, so very slowly, over him. Kao was into martial arts and it showed in the strong, lean tone of his body. Of course, no one would have wanted a maturing drake to be heavily muscled - his body would still have been growing until recent years - but he was set to take such pursuits wherever he wanted to and seemed to have packed on more than enough muscle for her to drool over already.

And his scales... Oh, they were so blue. Perhaps a hint darker than Sasha's, but Lyla should not have been comparing the two of them like that. It only made it all the more real that he was her son and that things that should never have come to pass had happened between them.

His thick, dark cock beckoned her and she tried not to appear as if she was looking too obviously at his flaccid shaft while they waited on her, seconds dragging out and out and out. Had she really been staring for that long? Hellfire, that was embarrassing...

"Let me show you."

Sasha took the lead, though she didn't need Lyla to do anything - not then and not ever, not if she didn't want to. But she was more than comfortable with her son even if Lyla was not and she was keener than ever to show him off to someone else. Kao, after all, had more than enough going for him that she wanted to show him off and let Lyla adore him much as she did.

Kao slid the robe back off his shoulders, knowing the routine, as Sasha eased down onto her knees, though the older dragoness was quick to push a thin pillow from the bed under her knees first. Even though the carpet in the bedroom was pretty thick, she would rather not have sore legs when she wanted to get up again. Her tail swung back and forth slowly, shifting the fall of her night dress, though it did not feel to her like it was covering very much at all anymore, not now that it was pulling up her thighs, tail nudging it a bit higher over her buttocks still.

"Sasha?" Even then, Lyla's voice seemed very faint, but there was a note of heated arousal curling through the undertones of it. "Sasha, what are you doing?"

Yet Sasha had always been one for doing rather than talking about doing and the best way to prove to Lyla that her son was every bit the stud that she had praised was by doing him right there before her eyes.

The dragoness hummed contentedly as she let her tongue curl out, flicking it over the head of his cock. Kao growled lustfully, tail swinging with purpose, though kept his paws well out of the way, just letting his mother do what she wanted with his cock. It would not take much, Sasha knew, to get him hard again, and it was a wonder indeed that he had even been soft, following her into the bedroom. It gave her time and pleasure, however, in stroking his shaft with her tongue to hardness, circling her long, flexible tongue around his shaft and dragging it around the tip where the glands were more sensitive. Even the slit a the tip of his shaft could be teased and toyed with, tasting faintly of drake and musk, though he was freshly clean otherwise from his shower. Sasha had always demanded, of course, that her son took care of his cleanliness and hygiene, even if she might not ever have expected to be able to take advantage and pleasure in it quite as things had turned out in the end.

Lyla swallowed hard, though it didn't do anything to clear the lump in her throat, a lead weight resting heavily in her chest as if it was dragging her down, freezing her and lodging her in place so she had no choice other than to watch. Yet she could have gone, she could have left, if that was what she truly wanted, even though, honestly, the idea too didn't cross Lyla's mind.

There was some part of her, a deep, dark part of her mind that had not ever even considered sleeping with another drake since things had petered out with her husband, that wanted to see. She wanted to play the voyeur, wanted to see just how things could play out, even if it was not her doing it.

Maybe, in a way, Lyla could live vicariously, for a little while, through Sasha...

Kao grunted, his mother's lips parting around the head of his cock, his length swelling softly, though not much. He held back, letting his eyes wander, pulling over first his mother's black horns and then Lyla's antlers, comparing the two without even thinking about it. Lyla's body was a little thicker and fuller than Sasha's, but the dragonesses were otherwise fairly closely matched in terms of their body type, perhaps as they had both lain eggs in the past and raised a family. That shouldn't have sent such a warm tingle through the drake as it did, but, well...he was in too deep when it came to lust and pleasure to honestly care.

As long as it felt good and everyone was into it, Kao didn't care.

Sasha moaned around him, collecting the musky taste of him on her tongue, clinging to her lips. She drew back, only to purse her lips more gently, kissing the head of his cock, Kao plumper around the girth of his length than he had been, though she was glad that he was dragging it out too. There was little that her son liked more than being on show and she was more than happy to show him off, her body tingling with a little electric thrill at being watched. For she could feel Lyla's eyes on her, raking over her form from head to toe, even watching the light swing of her tail back and forth, taking everything in.

As much as Sasha liked to watch sometimes, whether with Kao or others, at times, having fun, there was a thrill to being observed too, of letting someone else play the part of the voyeur while she did all that she could to satisfy her lust and the need between her legs too. It was all a dragoness could do, after all...

"Mmmm..."

She made a show of it too for Lyla, drawing back and lapping off her lips, running her tongue down the side of her muzzle and lips as if to clean them off, far further than should have been needed after only suckling on and playing with the head of his cock. She just wanted to let her friend see how good it was to be with her son, a willing, happy, studly drake who just wanted his partners to feel pleasure. Right down to the tiny details, like the natural, rich musk that clung to his dick and balls...

And she would show her too.

Rising again, though she had originally planned to go further with her son than that, Sasha perched on the edge of the bed, Lyla eyeing her warily. Sasha spared only a moment to take the dragoness' wine glass from her - which would have been a risky endeavour indeed if it had not already been empty - before kissing her softly.

That, to Lyla, was more familiar than being in Sasha's bedroom with a young, masculine drake right there with her. Sasha's tongue dove more eagerly than ever into her muzzle and Lyla could not help but moan into the kiss, even though she shivered lightly at the notion that she was being watched - and by a drake too! Her son's friend... Oh, it was wicked, terrible, something that she should never have contemplated and yet everything was happening without her even thinking about it, one thing happening after the other as if her own life was spinning out of control.

Did she want to be along for the ride?

His taste... She'd wondered only briefly at what it was as Sasha wound her tongue around Lyla's once again, though there was no mistaking the fresh, clean taste of male musk once it made itself known. Without thinking about what she was doing, Lyla let out a low, needy moan, pressing her body a little closer to Sasha's as the dragoness' paw slid down to rest into the small of her back, encouraging the closeness of their bodies. Through the satin dressing gown and Sasha's nightdress, their breasts gently touched, bringing another rise of pleasure and arousal to Lyla's body, like a shot of adrenaline that, at that time, she didn't need.

She didn't know what she was going to do if she lost control, truly, if she let it all happen without calling a halt to something that she didn't want to. Sure, those things didn't make sense, not even in her mind, but her thoughts were all over the place, one part of her mind wanting to see more of his thickening, black shaft and the rest thinking that she was better off rushing for home and trying to forget that she had ever seen anything at all there.

Still, she kissed Sasha back like her life depended on it, deepening the kiss even further than she had before, languishing in the moment. Maybe it was the only one that Lyla would get, even as the scent of a male seeped into her nostrils, clawing at her senses, finally demanding that she pay attention to it.

He was so young, so virile... Lyla could smell it on him, in the musk that clung to Sasha while she whined and kissed the blue dragoness harder than ever. And she could still have walked away then, pretended that everything was fine and normal and that nothing out of the ordinary at all had happened there...

Or could she? Was that ever an option for a dragoness who had been starved of the closeness of a male's body for so long?

Kao watched her and, even though he was less experienced than his mother, he swore he caught the moment that the older dragoness broke. She quivered and shuddered bodily against his mother, letting out a long, drawn-out sigh through her nostrils, though it seemed as if she didn't want to break the kiss with his mother. He swallowed his hiss of enjoyment, tracing the tip of a claw down the length of his shaft, letting the moment roll over him, to go wherever it was that it was going to go. Even if he liked being in charge, Kao knew already that he didn't have to dictate everything.

And then his mother was pulling away from Lyla with a seductive kind of smile that promised the best kind of trouble, coming back to him and sliding her paw around the base of his cock. He grunted, licking his lips, the sense of familiarity in having her paw back around him easing any remaining worries or lines of tension from his shoulders and upper back.

"Are you ready, Kao, to show her what makes a real stud?" Sasha whispered, though her voice carried easily, nothing hidden. "You can be yourself, you can enjoy her too, you know there are no rules with us. Well, beyond being safe, of course..."

Kao growled and nodded, licking his lips as he watched Lyla fighting with herself, his cock a little plumper still, half-hard. In only a few moments more, as Sasha stroked up and down the full length of his cock, it would be fully hard and throbbing, but he didn't spare a moment of his attention for that, no. Not as Lyla got up slowly, so slowly indeed that he thought that she wasn't going to make it to him.

"I don't bite," he purred, flexing a little, the muscles in his arms bulging, though he knew that he had a good six-pack of abs coming too, the edges lightly defined in his abdomen. "Well, not unless you want me to, Lyla..."

There was something in him that still said it was wrong to call her by her first name when he knew that she was Nobu's mother, but, well, the rules were out when they were in their underwear around one another. Even though Kao was the only one there naked, he had never felt so strong, so powerful, as if he had all the eyes of the world on him, adoring him and his body. He growled softly, licking his lips, eyes half-lidded with lust as Lyla crumbled.

The dragoness... She didn't know what she was doing. Well, she did, but she would later tell herself that she was so hazy, everything happening to her in a daze. But Lyla could say that she was drunk on the seductive richness of Kao's earthy, spicy musk as much as she liked, but that would not make it true, for no one could have their mental capacities swayed at all by the mere scent of another's bodies. Pheromones, for dragons, could convey information and signal readiness to a partner, but most certainly no more than that.

And, still, she folded to her knees before them both, heart pounding. It was as if Lyla was watching her body do it while her mind was set back from the action, though she got to feel everything still, from the softness of the pillow giving under her knees to the gentle warmth of his blue scales as she slid the flat of her paw and fingers up his thigh.

"That's it, Lyla," Sasha coaxed, warmly supporting her friend as she tried something that she hadn't done, not least for quite a long time indeed. "Everything's okay, you and Kao can enjoy anything and everything that you need here. It's a safe place."

More honestly, Sasha could have made it more of a safe place than she had, considering that she was the one who had surprised Lyla with things in the first place, but she would make up for that. Not everyone got everything right all the time and the door behind them was still open, quite literally. There was nothing keeping Lyla there other than her own lust, her desire to have a cock in her paw and her mouth again.

Continued in part two...