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Cuckolded

Part one of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

A continuation of Unfaithful.

Fyr couldn't get over it. She didn't move out and she didn't make Ropes move out either - but she was pissed.

And the dragoness had every right to be pissed too! Anyone in the same position as her would have been furious beyond all recognition, changing them truly into a monster that they could not have controlled.

She didn't feel like herself at all when she cooled down, just a bit, even though Chemical still had the audacity to stay that night. Fyr had gone out, the night that she had caught her husband fucking her friend, but she'd come back to find Chem gone in the morning. It was some small blessing, even from a demon like Ropes, that her husband had blown up her phone with messages, trying to find her, trying to make sure that she was safe.

So, there was clearly still some small measure of care there.

"I knew you were a lust demon," she'd hissed, her hands all balled up into fists as if she was going to take a swing at him, "but I never expected you to treat me like this, of all that I know!"

Ropes winced faintly, though the cougar had not been guilty about what he'd done. How could he? It was like asking a fish not to swim, for him. And he had done better than most of his kind, regardless of the realm that they resided in. He didn't know any other lust demons, or any demons in passing at all, who even had long-term partners. They knew their nature, but he had been a little different and wanted to explore what it was like.

He chose not to tell her he had slept with others too, even if that still embodied a certain level of deceit. It didn't feel like the right time and, frankly, he kind of had thought she'd known about that.

It didn't make it better, although there wasn't anything that could have made it better. He stayed out of her way as much as possible, though didn't go out of his way, not beyond making sure she was well and safe, to make it better either.

A week after the event, the doorbell rang. Fyr didn't suspect anything new out of the ordinary as she traipsed downstairs, mentally cursing out the delivery driver who couldn't follow instructions to leave whatever it was that Ropes had ordered, surely, on the doorstep or around the side of the house like usual. It wasn't as if their house was set near any others, so the risk of theft from someone casually walking by was minuscule.

She swung the door open, plastering a weak smile on her face that immediately faded.

"Chemical."

She almost spat the word, the hiss making her tongue slap lightly against the side of her muzzle. Never had Fyr ever heard herself sound so venomous before.

Chemical leaned against the doorframe, halfway to inviting herself inside already, and grinned widely. The flash of white teeth brought a rattle of discontent to Fyr like nothing ever had.

"Aren't you going to invite me back in, bitch?" Chemical said, her tone softly mocking, eyes dancing with barely restrained mirth. "Are you over your little hissy fit yet?"

"Hissy fit? Are you fucking serious? You slept with my husband and I'm just meant to act like there's nothing wrong with that, that everything's fine?"

Fyr snarled, lips pulling back from her teeth for the first time. It was an expression that would have been far more at home if it had been found on Ropes' muzzle.

"Well, yeah." Chemical rolled her eyes. "Honestly, if you hadn't got your tail in such a twist about the whole thing, we could have already had a lot more fun, you know. He hasn't even been out to see me in a week!"

Fyr hissed, drawing back, though still blocking Chemical from entering with the set of her body.

"Fuck you," she growled, her voice dropping an octave to a tone that she had not heard, from herself, for a long, long time. "You don't get to come all up in here and steal my guy away from me. We're fucking married, Chemical. Does that mean nothing to you? You're supposed to be my friend."

There was pain in that word and, for a moment, Chemical paused, reflecting on that.

"Well, we shared you first, didn't we?" Chemical said, smirking a little as she offered her duly furious friend a little shrug. "I fucked you, years back... Ropes is sharing you with_me_, if you think about that. And we've shared everything with each other too, before and since I came here."

Fyr's eyes narrowed, tail lashing the air, back and forth, as if she had taken on more of a feline persona.

"Really," Chemical continued. "It's...well... Kind of a whole guilt trip you're laying on me here. He had a choice to make in this too, it wasn't just all me. I didn't go off and fuck myself and make anything difficult for you all on my own. Though that all really is just a matter of perspective when it comes right down to it..."

Fyr snarled, shaking her head.

"Get the fuck out of my house."

"Alright then, if you're still going to be like that," Chemical said, backing off with her hands in the air as if she was being physically held up by Fyr. "But if he comes to me, I'm not going to stop him. He's a lust demon, Fyr, it's what they do. He's told me himself. So, maybe you better talk to your husband and come to an agreement. Sharing is caring, after all."

Fyr slammed the door on her heels, but Chemical's words lingered long after the dragoness had gone.

She couldn't get Chemical's words out of her head, although Fyr felt, in some, small way, she had an advantage. Sure, Ropes was a lust demon and had needs to satisfy - but she was a sexual, lusty creature too, wasn't she? Why wasn't it the case that she could satisfy those needs?

Perhaps it was not the healthiest way to deal with everything, but she bedded her husband more and more often, practically dragging him to bed every night, either by his tail or his tentacles. Really, it was a case of whichever she grabbed first.

She wanted her husband to know that he was hers and hers alone, even though the threat of him going off with Chemical hung in the air. She kissed him harder than before, even though kissing wasn't really his thing, and the cougar shuddered a little but allowed it. However, Fyr had seen him kiss Chemical when she had caught them in the bedroom, fucking, and wanted a little of that for herself too. It was alright for him when it was in a moment of raw, lustful passion but he just wasn't the type of cougar to show his feelings in that way.

Yet if he could do it for someone else, the cat could damn well do it for her too! Fuck "not being cuddly" and all the usual stuff that he spouted at her!

His body was still as hard and as lean as ever as she hungrily devoured him, fuelled by jealousy. In a way, she reclaimed his body for herself every time she fucked him, happy to do any position. It was not as if Ropes, of course, didn't fully take care of her needs when they were having sex too: it was a primary focus for him, not just spilling his seed. Lust came in many forms and a lust demon was dead set on seducing every last one of them.

That night, she rode him cowgirl-style, his tentacles supporting her while the sheets rumpled under his back and the cougar yowled. He didn't power up into her, however, no remorse at all layered in his pale gaze as he let her do all the work. If she hadn't been so goddamned turned on, Fyr would have slapped him for giving her a look like that. As if he was better than her, as if he knew something that she didn't.

But what if he did?

She growled, leaning forward onto his chest to support herself as she rode him, her hips rising and falling furiously, bucking and grinding into his lap as if there was nothing else that could ever have given her more pleasure. The hot length of his shaft sank into her cunny with a lewd squelch every time she bore down and it was obvious, even to Fyr, just how wet she was. She had already orgasmed once on his cock and taking him deep really just was the cherry on top of the delightful cake that she had baked up for herself that evening.

"Unff... You're..." She groaned, her head thrown back as she rode him, sinking onto his cock again and again. "Ah... You're really lasting a long time today..."

"Mmmm..." The cougar purred; a low rumble of agreement. "That's probably 'cause I fucked Chem not that long ago."

Fyr froze, breath caught in her throat. For a moment, her whole world went white - a flash as if she was about to faint, collapsing embarrassingly on top of her husband in the midst of sex.

"You...what?"

She stayed on top of him, the ardent throb of his cock inside her keeping her there. Her pussy clenched sharply around him, muscles tightening up against her will. The dragoness whined.

"You knew it was going to happen," he said smoothly, his paws on her hips, claws digging in faintly as if in warning for her not to get off him. "You want me... She wants me... It's just sex, Fyr."

That much Ropes could most definitely say with all certainty. He wasn't just saying it to put Fyr at ease, he wasn't trying to reassure her. Yet he was stating a fact. To him, it was just sex. For him and Fyr, it was something more than that - but often just sex, especially when she dragged him into bed as she had been doing.

"You... Why?" She breathed, though her hips rose and fall again, anger fuelling her movements, forcing her to fuck him even though she had been slapped with yet another horrific revelation. "Why? I'm here, fuck me! Fuck me like you want to fuck her!"

Ropes' eyes glowed.

"Oh... Do you really want to see that, Fyr? Do you really want to know what that dragoness can take?"

Fyr hissed, sitting up straight, even though the position just about wedged his cock uncomfortably deep inside her.

"Anything that whore can take, I can take," she snarled. "I'll fuck you so good that you don't want to ever find yourself in her damn bed ever again. Oof!"

In a moment, the dragoness was on her back, Ropes having flipped them. Her head spun and she clawed at her sense of stability, too dizzy in the moment to do anything about it. And then Ropes had her legs bent back to her chest, forcing her knees up so that they squashed into her breasts, ignorant of her breathless cry that she really wasn't that flexible.

"You don't know what you're in for."

Maybe that was true, but Fyr needed it too. She needed to know that her husband wanted her, regardless of who he had fucked, of what he had done. It was all so confusing, understanding that she couldn't change his true nature, a sense of change lingering just ahead. Whether or not the dragon was ready to lean into it, she felt very much that it was coming for her.

He slammed into her, using the new position to grind deep, the dragoness down near the end of the bed with her tail hanging off it. The bed was high enough, with the thick mattress and topper, that he could stand to fuck her, even though the feline had to lean forward. His eyes glowed dangerously and he snarled as he drank in the lust in the air, even though it came tinged with that dark flavour of jealousy. It was not something that he had taken from his wife in a long, long time, though Ropes was not in a mind at all to care.

He could have everything he wanted. And he was damn well set on taking it too!

He growled as he powered into her, Fyr's moans rising, his tentacles rising around her. In such a position, she was pinned, though she would have said if she didn't want it, or his demon senses would have alerted him instantly, the moment that the flavour of her lust changed. So, he could rest assured that everything was what she wanted, bringing her pleasure, thrusting the dragoness over the edge into a body wracking orgasm all over again.

Fyr screamed, trying to buck under him - but Ropes had her pinned too securely. He smirked darkly, tentacles twining around her, plugging her maw with one as she sucked it down, easily taking it into the back of her throat. It was exotically enticing just how readily she sucked it down, tonguing his tentacle and playing with it as if she was giving him a blowjob. She drooled around his cock, grunting and groaning, though most of her cries were muffled in that moment, even if neither minded too much.

It was hard for Fyr to mind anything when her body was being taken through climax after climax, bucking and grinding, moaning and heaving, need unlike anything she had ever, truly, experienced prior rolling through her. Ropes thrust and thrust, driving into her salaciously, his lust rising with every stroke of his cock. Just when the demon felt he had found a new high, a new flavour came to demand his attention, his tentacles curling around Fyr's body and around her buttocks too.

He didn't ask, not openly, if she wanted to be toyed with back there, though they had done just a little anal play before. It hadn't quite been Fyr's thing, but her backdoor entrance softened with a little prodding and a little teasing, his tentacle sliding back and forth to test her readiness.

"Mmmph!"

Fyr moaned around his tentacle, yet she could do nothing more than tremble in place as eh staked his claim on her too, taking her anally with his tentacle. The dragoness did not have to know that he had been fucking Chemical increasingly via her backdoor entrance, using the thick line of the base of her tail to guide himself in, without even using his paws. All she needed to know was that it felt good, the penetration grinding lusciously up against his cock stuffed into her pussy at the same time.

She passed out at the tail end of sex that night, spent and satisfied, even though her husband's cock was still hard. In his own way, Ropes took care of her, wiping off the scales of her inner thighs and checking that he had not hurt her by being so rough. It had been, after all, a lot rougher than they would usually have had sex, even though that was what Fyr had wanted from him. Hell, she had demanded it.

It was not all that husband and wife, however, were to explore in the coming weeks and months, a new chapter of their life opened.

Fyr just got increasingly randy from that night - and Ropes knew too that she was trying to prove a point, that she was his, that she was the head of the household. It was a mortal thing, though he likened it, in a sense, to demons trying to prove dominance over one another many years ago, when he had still been in the depths of the underworld. He was not a cougar, however, who would be easily dominated.

It simply wasn't in his nature.

He didn't bother to ask Fyr before heading out to see Chemical: Fyr hadn't said anything more about it and it was still exceptionally clear in the flavour of her lust that the dragoness knew all about him fucking her friend. Was Chemical even her friend anymore? Ah, it didn't matter. The cougar was sure, one way or another, the two of them would work things out eventually.

He would have much rather had both of them in bed together anyway.

When Fyr was relaxing in the afternoon, Ropes headed out and over to Chemical's place. He wouldn't push things too much by bringing Chemical back to his home; even Ropes knew when it be sensible when it came to things like that. But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to not go off in the pursuit of lust, his needs still coming above all else.

As always, Chemical welcomed him with open arms - but he ignored the niceties that time. It had been too long since they had fucked, at least for him, and he didn't want to waste time on that softness and sweetness, the foreplay that mortals liked so much. Her tongue in his mouth was hot sometimes - but only sometimes. He'd much rather have her sucking on his tentacle in an act of lust than trying to warm him up for more when it was not something that the demon had ever even needed.

Fucking her roughly, he bent the dragoness over the arm of the sofa, grinding easily into her already wet pussy.

"Were you waiting for me?" He growled into her ear, running his tongue tantalisingly up one of her horns. "Fingering yourself, thinking of getting me to come over and get you off instead?"

"Agh... No..." Chemical panted, breathless - but in a good way. "Mmm... Harder, come on, you know how I like it. I'm just always this wet when I know I'm going to get a good fuck."

Ropes lived up to that promise too, slamming into her roughly, using every inch of cock that he had at his disposal. Yet it was those soft spurs on his cock that often did the most work for him, dragging luxuriously back through her pussy with every stroke, stimulating her like his tongue would have been if he had been burying his muzzle between her legs at that moment instead.

When he went home that night, the cougar did not even bother to fix his fur, leaving it ruffled. He caught Fyr's look, how she raked her gaze over him... Yet there was nothing the dragoness could or would do.

She knew. Even if she did not say anything. And Ropes took her even harder that night, fucking her tail hole while cramming two tentacles into her pussy at the same time, showing his wife just how much her body could take even when she was not expecting it.

She could have it all too, of course. There were needs of hers that Fyr had not even been satisfying for herself - and he could open the door to her too.

There were a few text messages, warnings to stay away from Ropes, but Chemical didn't pay them much mind. They didn't get quite as much time to fuck as before, though the dragoness was still very sure that Ropes was fucking her more than he was fucking his wife - which said an awful lot for how much sex the cougar was getting.

She didn't mind that he was still fucking Fyr, of course: that was Ropes' right to do as he pleased, absolutely. So, she wasn't going to change or stop him from doing what instinct and his nature told him to do.

They took quickies whenever they could: when Ropes was out getting groceries, while Fyr was out washing the truck, even that time that he had taken Fyr to the salon so she could get her scales oiled and treated. Any little time they could take, they did.

Fyr: Are you with Ropes?

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Chemical: Yeah, we're having lunch.

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That text message exchange was kind of correct. Only kind of. The thing was, Chemical slightly counted sucking down Ropes' cum to be "lunch." It wasn't as if the dragoness often had any proper food for lunch, after all, and she wanted to make sure that she still got all that she needed.

And what she needed was the cougar, even if it was in a back alley behind the sandwich shop, shuddering in the thrill of doing something that someone else had, very clearly, said that she should not be doing. It almost didn't matter what Fyr thought anymore, as Chemical clearly was able to get what she wanted and saw no issue at all with taking it.

There was nothing quite like the feel of his cock in her mouth, her tongue curling around him. Ropes was not as soft nor as gentle with her as he had been before, though that was by the by. She still got what she wanted and it was fascinating how even the cougar changed with her, showing an increasing amount of his demonic personality, as if he had been hiding and holding something back from her for too long already.

And she hungered for all, every last little scrap of him she could uncover. Her tongue curled around his cock, begging him to spend his seed down her throat - and he did not disappoint. Crudely, the cougar grabbed onto her right horn as he forced her head back at just the right angle for him to ram into the back of her throat, challenging her gag reflex as he lost control.

She loved it. Every second. That was just why she kept coming right back for more, always more.

Ropes was over her place in the early evening one day, the sun just making its way towards the horizon, when Fyr called her. It was the first time that they had spoken since the incident on the doorstep, though Chemical didn't think twice about picking it up.

"Hey, girl," she said, as if nothing had happened at all, the cougar between her legs, bathing her pussy with his tongue. "How's it going?"

Fyr, however, was not one for pleasantries at the best of times, though the dragoness could duly force herself through them if the need ever arose. It felt like they were long past things like that, however.

Ropes slid into the dragoness, pushing her over the breakfast table in Chemical's kitchen, as Fyr started talking.

"Look, Chemical... I'm still not happy with any of this. I don't know how you expect me to be okay with it. You didn't even talk to me, ask me, nothing."

As Ropes slid up inside her, the table creaking under her weight, Chemical let out a groan.

"Mmm... Yeah, alright, I get that."

"Uh..." Fyr paused, silence on the line louder than her words. "What are you doing? That... That was a weird noise."

Chemical barked a short laugh as Ropes fucked her, making the table rock and creak slightly, though neither had any worries about it collapsing under their weight and lust.

"Yeah, well, your husband is balls-deep inside me right now, so you could say I'm a little tied up over here."

There was silence on the line...and then the line went dead.

Chemical chuckled.

"She hung up on me... You might want to finish quickly, in case she's heading over here right now."

Ropes didn't do anything quickly - not when it came to someone else demanding it of him. So, the cougar took his time, bringing the dragoness to three mind breaking orgasms before, finally, spending his seed inside her, satisfied with her lust.

Fyr, however, didn't act like anything was out of the ordinary when he headed back home, which was more than a little interesting. He made small talk with her over dinner, asking her what she had done that day - for Fyr had been out at work, doing a bit of contracting in the agriculture sector. It was interesting enough, though not something that would have honestly captured Ropes' attention if there had been anything else for him to focus on.

"I thought I could get us some dessert now," Fyr said, though the lick of lust in the air was what, finally, snapped Ropes' attention fully on to her. "I mean... You can't have had your fill yet."

Her heart hammered as she sashayed up to her husband, putting a swing into her hips that brought a light flick of her long, red tail along with it. She didn't often try to seduce him, just dragging him into bed of late to get what she wanted from him, as well as to give the cat what she thought he needed. But what if it was something else entirely that the cougar wanted?

Conflict battered back and forth within the dragoness, though Fyr still dropped to her knees before him, Ropes' chair pushed back a little from the table where they had eaten dinner. He grinned down at her, as if he had always expected her to be there, and, dropping the act for a moment, Fyr rolled her eyes. Couldn't he take her seriously for one minute?

But she freed his growing erection from his loose shorts anyway, not bothering to get him out of his clothes. It was what she wanted, even though Fyr did not understand the twisting desire curling through her, how it snarled and snapped at her, straining to make itself known even though she did not feel that it belonged there. Her husband was fucking someone else... So, why was she still turned on? Why did she wanted Ropes more than she ever had before?

It didn't make sense but, frankly, some things did not need to make sense. She groaned, licking her lips, devouring his cock in a single gulp. He had never felt so good before, sliding into her mouth, careful of her teeth. Fyr was sure that she couldn't accidentally hurt him, though she didn't want to find out how true, or not, that was.

Better just to give pleasure, to lose herself in the slow, hypnotic rhythm of bobbing her head on his cock, curling her tongue around it and toying with him. The moment was luxurious and the dragoness chose not to think about anything else, not when she had her husband exactly where she wanted him, all to herself.

His musk lingered in her maw as she gulped him down, bobbing her head more and more swiftly as she picked up on his low grunts and groans, how even Ropes' rising need affected her. More, she wanted more, and Fyr had never been as hungry for it as she was then.

His tentacles wound around her, a loving bondage, and she leaned into them, even as they curled around her tits, stimulating her through her clothes. Her lust rose and she whimpered around his cock, closing her eyes.

When he half stood and thrust rampantly into her muzzle, she was there to take every stroke and every drop when he spent himself too, lashing his tail with a raw, feral yowl. She didn't even taste his cum as he spent it straight down her throat, though Fyr knew that she had done what he needed her to do. Not as a wife, but as a dragoness, someone that could satisfy demonic lust.

If only for a little while.

She chose to ignore when she saw him coming back tousled, the dampness within his boxer briefs when she did the laundry, even the pair of underwear that definitely was not either of theirs that she washed diligently too. Ropes sometimes did the laundry, yet it seemed like there were more and more little opportunities for her to notice that he was still out, that he was still fucking Chemical.

One night, when Ropes did not even come home from the bar at all, she fingered herself to orgasm, crying out as she imagined them together. He had said, openly, that he was meeting Chemical; he hadn't even tried to come up with a lie, like that he was meeting Kao or something like that. It spoke volumes for what was going on between them and what was changing.

What Fyr did not anticipate, however, was Chemical coming back around again. She tried to be cordial with her, though things had changed - and she ended up sounding a little more guarded, as if she didn't really want Chemical there. Yet that was a battle within Fyr in itself. How could she ever justify the feeling of missing her friend with the fact that said friend had fucked and was still fucking her husband like it didn't matter at all?

But they weren't going to stop and the thought of divorcing Ropes didn't even cross Fyr's mind. She loved him and she knew that his love for her had not changed. There was just a new aspect of their relationship there for them to navigate and, somehow, though it would take them a long time to work that out.

Maybe the process, however, could be something that brought them closer together. That was, at the very least, what Fyr was counting on.

"So, how have things been going?" Fyr asked, perching on the end of the sofa furthest from Chemical, a cup of tea in her paws that did nothing at all to steady her nerve. "It's been quiet here without you."

Fyr did not mean for that to come out as pointed as it did, but some words could not be called back as quickly as they were spent. Not that she felt like she had to worry about offending Chemical or anything; Fyr just wanted to get the lay of the land first and work out what was going on.

"Really good," Chem said, altogether too chirpy for Fyr's liking. "Been meeting a few new people, starting this thing with a fencing group, kind of fun. Been watching a lot of movies or, well...starting and not finishing them."

Even though the weather was still warm, Chemical sat next to Ropes. Fyr did her best not to bristle, unable to ignore the weird flicker of curiosity within her. Why did the dragoness always want to be so close to him? His fur had to be far too warm for her to be comfortable; she knew just how hot Ropes ran most of the time.

Yet they were intimate without cuddling, a light, knowing smirk on Chemical's face. The dragon had to know the effect she was having on Fyr, though not even Fyr expected to be pressing her own thighs together, hiding the wetness lightly marking the folds of her pussy.

It's wrong to think like this.

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And she was still angry at Chemical, yes - more furious than she had ever been in her life. Maybe she was conflicted, wanting to understand? Though Fyr didn't think she could ever understand when her husband, by his very nature, was from another place and another time to her. Chemical, on the other hand, should have been far, far easier to work out.

They talked - well, Chemical and Ropes mostly talked, joking about someone that they had seen at the bar the other day and talking about a new place to eat that had opened up nearby. When they arranged to meet up for dinner, Fyr was obviously let out.

And yet it didn't get her back up like it would have done before, even though there was a swirling nestle of discontent in her belly. She minded what they were doing and didn't mind at the same time. The dragoness failed to understand fully how those two things could exist together.

Maybe there's something wrong with me.

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Yet if there was something wrong with Fyr, that very much meant that there was something wrong with the other two as well, which at least settled her mind some. If they were all a bit screwed up, they would all be in it together. And maybe that would be okay.

She chatted with them loosely, lightly, watched a movie - and then didn't say anything when Ropes and Chemical left halfway through. They didn't make any pretence over what they were leaving to do, Ropes' tentacles crawling all over the dragoness and her hand in his back pocket. Chemical didn't even shoot Fyr a knowing glance, no, perhaps knowing that she already had everything and everyone exactly where they were supposed to me.

For them, in that moment, it was like Fyr didn't exist at all.

They can't be doing it.

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She didn't think... Fyr chewed at the inside of her lip, not knowing how far they were willing to push it - when everything inside her felt so tangled too. She wanted her friend back and, in part, she felt like she had her husband back...but what did that mean for everything? Was she just being naïve by letting them use her like that? Maybe she really was being ridiculous...

Fyr followed them. There was no right or wrong answer to what she should be doing there, not in the slightest. But she stayed outside the bedroom, her stomach churning, as they fucked.

She didn't look. Well, she only took a peek. They weren't hiding anything, though they were in the guest bedroom. Fyr didn't think that made anything better, though she didn't want to see them on her bed, where she slept and fucked her husband.

That would have been much worse.

I'm being a fool.

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She had to be. There was no other possible reason for it.

Fyr shook her head. Space... She needed the space that she should have taken for herself when Ropes had first demonstrated that he was going to take what he needed without any care or consideration for her or her feelings.

They didn't hear her as she packed her bags, heading out to a hotel that was enough away for her to get some distance. Ropes didn't check on her, but, of course, Fyr didn't know that he'd already seen the charge on her credit card; he knew she was safe.

Everything was wrong. Heat curled and twisted within her, something that she couldn't understand, yet Fyr could not put it down entirely to anger. It was more than that, something darker, something that she never would have expected rising within her.

Have I been around Ropes too much? She thought, hugging one of the soft hotel pillows to her chest. Has he twisted my sense of morality too?

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That could have been so. Anyone's mind was liable to become warped after time and she knew that his demonic influence stretched further than either of them, most likely, gave it credit for.

A day passed. Ropes called. She didn't answer. Fyr tried to work.

It was a numb process, but a process that she still had to go through, the need to make money trumping even the difficulties of her personal life.

Ropes and Chemical carried on with their lives. How could they not? Everything that happened from that point was entirely up to Fyr. He'd set the line with going off to fuck Chemical and not making a secret of it really was a big step for him. Why Fyr could not see that too was a mystery to him, though the ways of mortals would always be separate.

"Come on, Ropes," Chemical wheedled, though the dragoness, truthfully, didn't need to do all that much persuading of him to get him hard and ready, despite the situation. "She'll come back. If she wasn't going to come back, she wouldn't have listened outside the door."

"Only for a while."

Ropes may have disagreed with her, but he still fucked Chemical over the arm of the sofa, taking out his confused frustration on her in a way that benefitted them both. His spurred cock plunged rampantly into her pussy with a lewd, wet squelch, betraying just how turned on by the whole thing Chemical was. The cougar bared his teeth, tentacles writhing in delight. To have someone as deliciously depraved as he was, well...that was a pleasure indeed.

And pleasure had to be taken.

Every room in the house was tainted by them, from the kitchen to the bathroom and even the utility room. They did not yet venture into the grounds of the property, outside, though Chemical did not stay there all the time either. The dragoness had a job to get to for herself also and Ropes paced the house, frustrated at the lack of companionship that, duly, he had got used to. Fyr worked too, but odd hours sometimes, while he did a little remote work, just to keep his paw in with the tax authorities. If he had all the money in the world, from all the time he had been living in the mortal realm, there would be questions that he didn't really want to get into. A demon, however, could get out of anything.

Something lurched in his chest - he wouldn't have said his heart - when, finally, Fyr reappeared at the door. Noticeably, the dragoness didn't have a bag with her, though it was her truck parked outside.

"So, you've come back," he said, trying to stop his tentacles from snaking back and forth, betraying his rather mixed feelings on the whole matter. "You shouldn't have left."

Fyr grimaced.

"Oh, you would say that, wouldn't you?"

The venom in her voice took him aback, though the cougar figuratively held his ground, stepping away to allow her entry to the house and the home that, of course, was her own too. What he hadn't liked about the total change in arrangement had been her missing, the absence of what, to him, was a comfortable norm. He didn't mind so much being the one to sow chaos but, well...when the option to control what was around him was taking out of his paws, he didn't like that either.

They sat down, without any drinks. It just wasn't that kind of conversation that they needed to have.

"You should have talked to me about this," Fyr said, firmly and plainly, though her voice wobbled a bit with the depth of emotion behind you. "You... You should never have done this. I know you're a lust demon, but you know how to talk too, don't you? You could have communicated with me that your needs weren't being met. Then I could have done something about it."

Ropes leaned back, narrowing his eyes as the tip of his tail twitched. Oh, so that was how she was going to play it?

"You really think that you have any standing here?" The cougar said. "You fucked Chemical before, didn't you? You two talked about it here, in front of me - and I'm supposed to ignore that?"

Fyr took a deep breath - but couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes.

"I knew you were going to say that," she said. "But...that was a very long time ago, Ropes. I wasn't in a relationship with you then. I wasn't in a relationship with anyone then. What you did was cheating."

The cougar growled.

"It's the same thing."

And, to him, it was. A demon's mind, ultimately, just wasn't the same as that of a mortal. He had not grown up with the same rules and guides that mortals had - and there was a sense of extreme prudence amongst many of them too, which admittedly coloured his opinion of restricting any access to sex. A willing partner: that was all that was needed. No more than that mattered to the cougar, feeding on their lust and satisfying himself to gluttony, again and again.

"So, you don't even believe that you've done anything wrong here?" Fyr added on, her tone growing hard, her motions short and choppy as her anger got the better of her - fairly so. "You don't even realise or acknowledge that cheating is what happened, that you broke our marriage vows, that doing all this in front of me... You're using me, Ropes. This isn't anything of what we agreed to!"

The cougar rolled his eyes, standing. He hadn't realised Fyr had already stood, though he easily matched her position, tail and tentacles lashing. If she wanted a fight, she was damn well going to get one!

"It's not the first time, but the first that I took another like Chemical," he hissed. "You should already have known that. You can't stop a demon of lust, Fyr, you're not so different that you can change my whole nature. I tried to follow your ways - but it's physical for me. You know I need it, and you don't always want to have sex."

Fyr gulped hard. He blinked at how her eyes watered, yet could not understand the emotion. There was still love for her there, however, and he reached for her even as the dragoness backed away, her paws up in the air to stop him from getting too close to her.

"So...you already..."

"Mostly oral," he said bluntly. "I knew you wouldn't want to know. Tentacles do a lot too, feeding off other lusts does a bit. I can't deny my nature. You should know that, should have known that."

Fyr's heart sank. She had suspected, a little, but...she'd thought Ropes was different. Not just different from other guys that she had seen around, back before she had met him, but different enough that he could change for her - so that she would be enough for him.

Apparently, that had not been so.

"I don't want the details," she said, shaking her head, a stray tear rolling down her cheek. "Fuck, Ropes... How much of our relationship was a lie then? Everything? Do you even want to be here with me?"

"Yes."

His answer was instant and she flicked her gaze back to his, briefly, not able to sustain that level of intense eye contact.

"Do you love me?" She asked.

She almost feared the answer.

"Yes."

His answer caught something inside her and she studied him intently. Yet love itself didn't fix the hurt weighing down her stomach.

"This has to stop, Fyr - the idea that I'm not going to do what I should be doing," Ropes said, crossing his arms across his chest, the broad frame of his body acting as a block - but a block to what, exactly? "You cannot go on pretending that you're perfect and faithful and different. Lust is lust. It's the same whether you look at another and get turned on or whether you fuck them. It doesn't matter when the lust was had: it all is there, it all exists."

Fyr's eyes widened.

"What... No, you can't believe that is true."

Ropes nodded.

"Yes, absolutely. Would I be here saying this to you if I didn't believe it? I thought you knew me."

That bit harder than Fyr expected, though the dragoness was still well-placed to give as good as she got.

"I thought you knew me too," she shot back. "But, apparently, you did know me. You just followed your own desires anyway."

"I was faithful."

He snarled, showing his teeth, and yet Fyr still held her ground, her paws bunched up into fists, her short claws biting into her palms. Maybe it was wrong to go up against a demon but, well, she couldn't do anything else, not really. It was either that or walk out of the house, losing the home and the life that she had worked so hard for.

So, the dragoness had to make a choice.

"In your eyes, yes," she growled, her tone dropping, shoulders sagging. "But I'm tired of this, Ropes... You didn't even talk to me, didn't even acknowledge that anything was wrong... And I can't do it like that, not anymore."

"Am I supposed to ignore your lust when you heard us fucking then?"

He might have not been able to ignore that, but Fyr could. She let the question slide, avoiding his gaze.

If he knew about that...she wasn't going to get much more out of him.

"I don't want to leave," she whispered, her throat raw from the emotion she was keeping back. "But I might ask you to leave."

"You don't mean that."

She didn't. She wasn't ready to tell him to go. And yet she knew that, maybe one day, she would be ready.

If she didn't delve into other things...

"Look..." Ropes spread his paws out, his tentacles dropping and softening a little - enough for the dragoness to notice. "I'll not see her, openly, until things are worked out here. But would you rather me fuck her or fuck around with others? Things are going to change, Fyr, because I'm not going to hold back anymore."

In a way, the dragoness appreciated that he was laying things out plainly for her. It was a shame that the cougar had not had that conversation with her before he'd started fucking Chemical but, well...she wasn't so sure dwelling on the past was going to fix anything. The pain and the hurt rebounding inside her, hollow in the cavern of her ribcage, were enough of a reminder of that.

They came to a cautious sort of agreement. He would not make it overt that he was fucking Chemical and wouldn't rub it in her face. Otherwise, they would try to work on their relationship.

It wasn't much of an answer but it felt like the best Fyr was going to get from him.

Continued in part two of three...