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Lustful Relations

Part two of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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A continuation of Unfaithful and Cuckolded.

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She towelled herself off as briskly and as swiftly as she could as she headed for the bedroom, dropping that on the floor too. Fyr never would have been that careless, leaving a mess in her wake, yet it filled her with a raw sense of exhilaration to act like that. Though Fyr was not the sort either to order Chemical to pick up after her. After all, she was all for throwing caution to the wind and letting herself think someone else was going to pick up...even if she didn't explicitly state it.

Ugh. Her mind was all a mess, twisting back and forth, grunting in the back of her throat. That one orgasm had done nowhere near enough for her as she gasped and re-entered the bedroom to find her husband pretty much where she'd left him.

He sat up against the pillows - the ones that he said got in the way when they were trying to rest - with his cock hard. One of his tentacles lazily jerked his erection off, sliding up and down the length, bumping over the soft barbs.

Fyr sucked in a breath, her heart suddenly hammering. Fuck, he looked so sexy like that. Like he hadn't just been fucking her friend.

Or maybe that made it hotter. She didn't know what to do, what to say, what to think, not as she closed the distance between them, a swing in her hips, naked from head to toe.

"I know you want me."

"Wouldn't have been texting you otherwise," Ropes purred back at her, his white eyes glowing a little more intensely, tentacles waving softly around his crotch. "Why don't you just hop on and take a ride?"

She wanted to say something about not taking sloppy seconds off him, but that wasn't anything Ropes was interested in hearing from her, not as she straddled him on the bed, the mattress bowing under their combined weight.

"Mmph..." His tail lashed the air. "You are needy..."

"You should have already known that, dear husband."

Oh, yes, Fyr could be seductive too when the mood pleased her, sinking on to his cock with a whine of contentment. But it was so much better than mere contentment, to feel him sinking into her, stretching out her pussy in the best of ways. She squeezed around him and he grunted, lips parted, though didn't do any of the work.

Ropes did not need to, not when he had left his wife as needy and as desperate as she was. Her hips rose and fell sharply, grinding down hard on to his shaft, her pussy flexing and pulling around him. Of course, there was no rhyme or reason to the clench of her pussy, though she might well have been able to better control her muscles to massage the full length of his cock if she had tried and practised. Only so much, however, was of interest to her.

Sex was better, far better, than doing anything at all on her own. Fyr groaned and twisted on top of him, leaning forward a bit for a better angle, grinding his cock up inside her. She couldn't quite angle her hips to hit her G-spot when she was on top, but that could have been because Ropes knew exactly how to move. But not every good thing about him could be put down to him being a lust demon. The cougar knew her body intimately and was the only one to have got her off in such a mind breaking manner.

She locked her tail possessively around his ankle and his tentacles supported her, crawling over her body with a touch that said she belonged to him. She knew, in the back of her mind, that Ropes would never have let her leave him, even when the dragoness had been thinking about divorce. The cougar wanted her, she knew that, but the nature of their relationship had to change.

Fucking him didn't have to change, however, dimly aware of Chemical watching from the doorway, completely naked. She often seemed naked around their home, though it was not as if they could be seen from any of the windows unless a delivery driver came right up to the windows or something.

She rose and fell on his cock even as his tentacles scooped under her buttocks, supporting her even as she ground on him, grunting and panting, need flowing ardently through her. The tentacle rubbing her clit was doing the most work and she let her head fall back, even as a tentacle brushed the tender, vulnerable expanse of her throat.

"Unff... Ropes..." She shivered on top of him, the dragoness' jaw falling slack. "Please..."

Fyr couldn't articulate what she wanted, not as she was spun on to her back, flipped over on the bed so the cougar could have his way with her. She hooked her legs up and over his back, crossing her ankles, though didn't have the lower body strength with shaky legs to force him to fuck her harder.

Ropes gave her everything she needed, however, cramming his aching length into her with hot, long thrusts, his tentacle rubbing her clit. It didn't take much, not from a demon of lust, for her to squeal, toes curling as she went over the edge into climax, twisting and bucking, trying to arch up into his touch.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

"Sheesh, dragon," Chemical said with a roll of her eyes. "Be louder, huh?"

But Fyr didn't hear her, even though she knew she was being watched, that the moment wasn't quite what was needed. She ached in orgasm, her pussy clenching and pulsing, but she still needed more. Ropes wasn't releasing pheromones or anything like that, was he?

No, no... She was sure she'd know if the demon was doing that, though everything was what she wanted. Even as she sank all the way down on to his cock with their combined juices bubbling around the base, mixing softly. Chemical came up behind her, something hard prodding Fyr's backside, and the dragoness shot her a look as she took in the dragon with a strap-on harness, complete with dildo, tried her luck.

"No fucking way."

"Ooooh, such language from you," Chemical teased. "You got to fuck me, why don't I get the same courtesy?"

Truthfully, Fyr had fucked her pussy and her tail hole in turn, but it was her staking her claim, in a way - letting Chemical know that she was no higher than her. But having Chemical peg her and particularly her backside, no... No, that wasn't something she was into. Only Ropes could have her tail hole.

"Nope," Fyr said firmly, stating her boundary. "That's my line. Don't cross it."

"Boo." Chemical pouted, making a face. "What about your pussy then? That can't be a bad thing, huh?"

Fyr considered it. She hadn't had double penetration, not like that before, only playing with toys when it came to Ropes. A dildo on a strap-on was still a toy, but it was different when it was being controlled by a third party. Maybe almost like having two guys at once?

And if she remained in the top position, over Chemical, well...that wouldn't be such a bad thing at all.

"Maybe..."

Ropes grinned and nuzzled against her, licking her neck, though he too shot Chemical a look when the strap-on bumped into him. No, that was not the sort of thing the cougar was into either, the feline always on top and in control. He was simply naturally dominant.

"Oh, I could give you that too..."

Ah, she'd forgotten about the tentacles, but, still, Fyr was up for something new.

"You know what, fine then," she said. "You can fuck my tail hole, Ropes...and Chemical can please my pussy."

She chose her words carefully, liking the thought of Chemical being under her. It reminded her of when she had been fucking Ropes every chance she got to be on top and in charge, though Fyr had never really been in control. It had been a strange time, admittedly, though all had come right in the end.

Ropes purred, his tail flicking back and forth thoughtfully.

"Hm... Sure, sounds fun."

He'd always been on the easy-going side when it came to sex, though that was just part of his personality. The cougar didn't have to chase down what he wanted when it all came so easily and naturally to him, groaning in the back of his throat as he slipped out of Fyr, his cock still hard and aching. He'd have to have an orgasm in the next round, but, well, that was up to him how he chose to take in and spend his own lust.

He took in his wife as he looked her over, licking his lips. The dragoness splayed out on the bed under him, to be devoured, a treat for the eyes and even more for his cock. To have both of them there, ready to satisfy his lust, well...Ropes couldn't have asked for more, no.

Okay, maybe a whole harem to fuck as he pleased, everyone lusting for him and his cock...but that was another matter entirely. He'd have to start with one dragoness out in the open, in a casual relationship, and then see what could be expanded with the rest of things.

For later. Much later.

Fyr's tail snaked back and forth as Ropes directed Chem to lay down on the bed, the strap-on jutting up from her crotch. It was a good size, about the same as Ropes' dick, and ridged down the length with small, bumpy ridges, the head nicely rounded just like Ropes' shaft. It was enticing to take it all in, but Ropes was busy watching Fyr seat herself on that.

Much as she had when she'd sunk on to his cock for the first time that evening, she took the strap-on dildo inside her, pushing it deep. Even though Fyr looked like she was trying to hold back a moan, she kept it restrained, merely shuddering. Her tail, however, was the dead giveaway as if flicked back and forth, the tip twitching fervently as she struggled with the size.

"Mmph... Okay then..."

Fyr's toes curled and she shot an uneasy glance back at Ropes, who purred and rubbed her thigh with a tentacle.

"We'll go as far, or as not, as you like..."

That helped her a little as Ropes knelt behind her, poising his cock at just the right angle to take her tail hole. The feline didn't have to do anything at all to help guide his cock in, though he did have his tentacles for that, in case it was ever needed.

The press of his cock into her tail hole, however, was simply exquisite as the tight grasp of her flesh closed around him. Her pucker clenched on his aching hard-on as he panted heavily and drove in deeper, testing Fyr's readiness though, of course, being a demon of lust helped her open up around him more easily, even without lube. He was happy to take it slow and feed off the lustful energy in the air, his tail swinging back and forth, while Chemical tried to rock the toy up into Fyr's pussy.

"Mmmph..." Chemical complained. "This is harder than it looks..."

They'd really changed the dynamic of the relationship between them all, but, frankly, Chemical was just happy to have as much sex as she was having. It was good to relax like that, to always have as much sex as she wanted. She'd never thought she was overly horny, not really, but things had changed since she'd started fucking Ropes. The cougar simply gave her everything she wanted and more.

That was a delight, even as she tried to thrust up into Fyr's pussy, stretching her open just a little more. The dildo was harder than a cock, not as yielding, but they would all find their pleasure together, one way or the other, together.

Fyr groaned in the middle and Chemical nipped at her neck, raking her teeth down. She didn't bite hard enough to break the scales though, not in any way, not as she moaned and rocked between them.

"Having fun there, darling?"

Fyr groaned, trapped between their bodies, yet they were able to take everything exactly as they needed, Ropes finding a rhythm and pace that suited both him and Fyr as he fucked her tail hole.

For the dragoness in the middle, it was tricky. Wonderful but tricky. She moaned, her jaws hanging open, barely even reacting when Chemical captured her lips in a kiss, her tongue deeply plundering her maw and invading her muzzle. Fyr hissed into it, trying to give as good as she got, though it was hard to worry about things, even the tightness of having the two lengths inside her, when they were on either side.

They took her away from the real world, the world of work and worries, allowing the dragoness to linger where pleasure built and rose, twisting and turning in the pit of her stomach, down into her abdomen. Fyr moaned, her tongue flicking weakly up against Chemical's, yet the dragoness did not even know that she was losing the little power she'd regained.

It didn't need to be held so tightly in her grasp, after all, even if she wanted to be on top, able to take charge and dominate Chemical too. It wasn't as natural for Fyr as she would have liked to think but that was all part of experimenting and having fun in sex. Ropes could have told her that.

But she had to feel it and experience it for herself too, moaning as he rocked into her, his tentacles curved around her, caressing her tits. That was good, so good... Her nipples perked up readily into his touch, so sensitive. Fyr even thought they'd got more sensitive of late, sending a shivering little electric thrill through her body, rippling deeper. Everything was so erogenous when Ropes was touching her, as if she was called to his touch by a magnetic force.

However, it was not all about the sex, not even as her body moved hypnotically between them, rising and falling softly and warmly on the faux cock rammed into her pussy. She was right where she needed to be, aching for it, Ropes' tentacles caressing her tits and squeezing them. If the dragoness didn't want to move either, she didn't have to. Truthfully, even though she was on top of Chemical, she didn't have to do a thing, the rocking, driving thrusts from her husband doing everything she needed.

Ropes grinned, caught up in the moment, not privy as to what was going on between the dragonesses. But he didn't have to be, for that was their thing to work out, even if he would ensure Fyr didn't get hurt, one way or the other. She was still his wife and he had chosen her, been close to her for years. She was the one, in a way, who had changed his path in life.

He'd keep that little nugget of information to himself, however, as he rocked his hips, relishing in the tight cling of Fyr's tail hole around him, pulling around his cock and milking him of his seed. It was too intoxicating when she gripped him, when she squeezed down deliriously, as if she was so drunk on the moment that nothing else even mattered to her.

"Mmmmm..."

Even his wife's moans were the best he'd ever heard, licking his lips and shaking his head slightly, ears twitching back. Need curled through him and he thrust harder, fuelled by Fyr's moans and Chemical's grunts on the bottom.

Dimly, the cougar was aware of a buzzing sound, possibly a vibrator. Ah, so Chemical had a few little tricks up her sleeve too when it came to the strap-on, the bullet vibe possibly tucked in on the inside of the harness, so she got her fun too. The juddering, short thrusts the dragoness gave reverberated through even to Ropes and the cougar groaned long and low, relaxing into the movement.

Fyr twisted and bucked under him, her tail flicking back heavily against him, but he lingered there, roughly taking her backside, stretching her out around his cock. Even his barbs pulled through her backside as he claimed her in a new way, the cougar on top, Fyr in the middle and Chemical on the bottom.

Yet Chemical was not truly on the bottom, no. Not as she rocked up and speared into Fyr and cried out her orgasm, her claws digging into Fyr's arms as she held herself in place. She just needed to root herself in place, to ride out her orgasm, even as Fyr trembled in climax above her too.

That only left Ropes, the cougar taking his cues from Fyr how rough he could go as she twitched under him. Yet his wife was stronger than he had realised and he took her harder, slamming into her backside as he dragged out her orgasm for her, grunts and groans bursting from the dragoness' lips.

"Oh... Yes... Ropes..."

"Say you're mine."

He growled, his hiss curling out possessively, wantonly. Oh, how he wanted it, yet another claim on her. There was no binding, but there was a greater lust to be had there, something that kept his wife with him, lusting and longing.

But lust was more powerful than any mortal could recognise and Fyr moaned aloud, tangled between them as he thrust and thrust. The lure of orgasm swelled inside him and he spent himself inside her tail hole with jerky thrust after thrust, spurts of cum flooding her backside while the dragoness quivered on his cock. Impaled on two shafts at once, there was nowhere for his wife to go, but the swirling rise of her lust told the tale of his wife's enjoyment better than words ever could.

"Mmm..."

He leaned over her, kissing and nipping passionately at her neck, enjoying the bare expanse of her throat when the dragoness tipped her head to the side for him. Oh, he could have sunk his teeth in right there and then in a mating bite, but there were sweeter treats for him to take.

Chemical was waiting for him.

While she was unaware of how her husband's attention was sliding away, Fyr took a moment to compose herself and rest. Sliding off their cocks was difficult, but Ropes helped her off the bed, so the dragon noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

She left for the bathroom, cleaning up and refreshing her scales, though she dimly planned a bath later that night. That would help her wash the grime from her, from sex, yet the loose "bonelessness" was a pleasure to have rolling through her, her body light and yet weighty at the same time.

Hm... I need a drink.

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Not an alcoholic drink, no, not yet. But a soft drink, maybe, something bubbly that would soothe her suddenly raspy through. She poured some lemonade from the bottle in the fridge and drained her glass swiftly, energy returning to her body. The sugar helped and she chuckled at her own folly.

Maybe I can get Chemical to put together some food or order it, she thought. That dragoness eats more than enough food here anyway... It's about time she paid for some of it herself.

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Alas, maybe that was where Fyr overstepped, becoming ever so slightly cocky, too comfortable in her position. She would not lose her husband, but she was going to lose her position if she did not take steps to take it for herself, grunting softly to clear her throat, licking her lips. If she had been aware, there may have been something she could have done about it.

But she was not. Regardless, she was safe and she was loved and she was cared for. Just not, perhaps, in the way the dragoness might have wanted and expected, initially, for herself.

With a fresh glass of water, for herself, in her paw, she headed back to the bedroom, glancing down the hallway where the towel was still on the floor near the bathroom door. That should have been her first clue.

But she missed it - only to find her husband balls deep inside Chemical already with the dragoness sucking on his tentacle.

"Ohhhh..."

Chemical moaned, saliva dripping around the tentacle as she released it from her mouth. Fyr stared, transfixed, Ropes still fucking her, driving in slowly and deeply, the long strokes of his cock sinking home with every thrust.

"Ah... Ropes?"

It was not what she'd expected, not at all, and it took the dragoness some time to come around to herself.

Fyr blinked. What had happened? All she'd done was go to freshen up a bit and...Ropes was acting like she wasn't there anymore.

He purred, kissing up Chemical's neck softly, the edge of her jaw, his cock driving deep as he bore into her in a mating press. It was so deep and so intimate that Fyr didn't know what to think as she watched, lingering at the base of the bed.

Watching, except when she'd caught them the first time, had never felt wrong, not like that, not like she was intruding. She dithered, watching the slow, deep pump of Ropes' hips as he drove into the dragoness, kissing her throat and between her breasts. His lips brushed her clavicle and Chemical sucked in a breath.

"Ah... No one does it like you, cat."

Fyr bristled again, her eyes suddenly feeling damp. There she was again, calling him that. She'd called him things that Fyr had never been allowed to, before, but Fyr hadn't heard her cross a line with terms of endearment for a while.

"Cat" was her term for Ropes. It was what they had softened and teased between them, what he had begrudgingly accepted. So why did it come so easily when it was from Chemical's lips?

"Ah... Fyr... My water."

Fyr blinked. Chemical was talking to...her? The dragoness stiffened and flicked her tail, her fingers curling more tightly around the glass of water in her paw.

"It's mine."

They were only two little words and yet they came out so petulantly as her tail swung back and forth, trying to cling on to one thing that remained under her control.

Or was it?

Ropes grinned and glanced back at her, a tentacle snaking out. He didn't say anything, not a single word, and yet he lifted the glass from her paws, as easily and as lightly as anyone could ever like. She let it go, uncurling her fingers, though the dragoness could not have said why.

He was her husband... So, why was his attention on Chemical, suddenly, if things had changed between them?

Fyr pressed her legs together, biting her lip. She was turned on, wet again... Even though there were no more fluids to leak from her pussy, not then.

She was exposed, too naked for the moment.

"Ah, thank you, Ropes..." Chemical said to the cougar, rather than addressing Fyr for the glass of water. "But there's no straw. How do you think I'm going to drink like this, dragon?"

Fyr started. That didn't sound like a term of affection, not like when Chem called Ropes "Cat." Why was everything so mixed up? She growled, balling a paw up into a fist, claws biting briefly into the palm of her paw.

"Then get it yourself."

"Fyr."

It only took a word from Ropes and she shot him a look, wounded. Why was he treating her like that?

Yet the cougar knew exactly what his wife needed too and that was not to feel left out, as if she was being set aside. It was all exactly what he had been reminding her of even when it came out that he was fucking Chemical initially, for she was his wife even if he had sex with others.

The order of hierarchy, however... Well, that could be changed within the household. If Fyr wanted to keep her spot, she was going to have to work for it. And just pegging Chemical wasn't going to cut it anymore.

He ignored Fyr. Mostly. He sensed her lust, the growing heat of it, but that was enough for him to know he was doing all he needed to do. As long as that lust was there, it was there that the cougar would lounge and linger, rolling his hips to spear into Chemical.

She was different to Fyr and she always would be, urgently curling her tail around his tentacles and moaning aloud. Fyr would never understand just how Chemical's lust had a distinctly different flavour to her own and, to him, it was just like sampling a selection of wines. He could get drunk with lust far more easily than he could become inebriated on any manner of liquor.

"Mmmph..."

He groaned, tail flicking, giving Chemical one of his tentacles to suckle on - and she was already leaning towards it before his tentacle had even brushed her lips. Fyr wouldn't do that. She always thought too much and didn't know how to take her own pleasure in hand too.

Maybe watching them together would give her something different to think about, a different aspect of passion that she could use for herself.

Either way...Ropes didn't much care. Not as he rolled his hips and speared into the dragoness, shuddering in pleasure as she drooled around his tentacle. He teased her, pressing his luxurious "attack" by grinding his tentacle into the back of her throat - and then feeding it down her throat.

"Mm-hmph!"

Chemical grunted, though it was just a sound of surprise as she twitched under Ropes' furred body, already warmed through. Cheeky cougar! He was just trying to catch her off-guard and Chem quivered deliciously, wanting to thrust and buck up to meet him yet rendered immobile by the mating press. Yet it was divine, in a hellish sort of way, to have his thighs grinding down over hers, almost too rough with the weight of his body on top of hers.

But she wouldn't have had it any other way as she groaned and drooled around his tentacle, wanting more, always more. The cougar always made her crave it and she was willing to even go up against Fyr to get what she wanted.

Maybe it was time Fyr stepped down to let her take precedence in the household...

They'd see.

Chemical twirled her tongue around and around the tentacle in her maw, just to make Ropes do that delightful little shiver. Oh, the cougar was so easy to play, but, being a lust demon, he was designed for lust. It wasn't why she liked him - but being able to make his body quake just like that, wow... It was certainly an attraction. Such a sham Fyr hadn't been able to see that earlier and now had to share him.

Fyr shuffled, her wings tickling her back. What was she meant to do? Her want was there and her need was there... Only, her husband was not.

Was it up to her to enjoy herself? Well, two could play at that game.

Petulance rose in her and she sprung lightly onto the bed, stretching out in the available space. As it was more than large enough, they all fit there easily as her tail hung off the edge, the tip wiggling softly back and forth as she parted her thighs.

"Well, if you're busy," she murmured, her eyes half-lidded with desire, "then I'm going to take care of myself."

Chemical smirked, barely sparing her a glance.

"You'd think you would be used to that by now, Fyr... Heh."

The dragoness ignored that. What was it she was supposed to do? Rise above, or something like that? Regardless, she was better than rising to Chem's quips.

Yet in not going head-to-head with the dragoness, she forfeited her strength, licking her lips and shaking her head, softly, fingers slipping between her thighs. Fyr was too caught up in her own pleasure, knowing, at least, the cougar could sense her lust, to know what she was sinking into. If she could feed him with her lust, well, she would come out as the one on top, wouldn't she?

Or would she? Fyr didn't know what powers she was playing with, even though Ropes would always be her husband.

So, she masturbated, sliding her fingers between her folds and circling her clit, trying to make a show of it. It didn't cross the dragon's mind that no one was watching, that their relationship had shifted - all because she had paid due attention to what she was supposed to. She should have been defending her position in the household until everything was secure and yet...that had slipped her mind. The dragoness had never even though it would be that important, not after Ropes and she had come to their agreement.

She moaned, yet no one was listening to her. Not as Ropes powered into Chemical and she clenched around him, her pussy milking his cock of his load. Her hips tried to rock up before Fyr's eyes but the dragoness had nothing she could do in the moment, pinned in the mating press as orgasm took her.

Ropes powered in, long, demanding strokes laying a claim on Chemical that Fyr could not have been expecting, yet all would come right in the end. It would be okay, but not quite in the way she wanted it to be, all as the cougar drove into her deeply. The cougar spent himself inside her as the barbs raked passionately into the softness of her pussy, head tucked down with a low yowl, capturing her lips in a kiss.

It was such a warm, wanting kiss that Fyr almost felt awkward witnessing it, though that didn't seem quite right, considering that he was meant to be her husband. But why was she suddenly questioning it?

"Hey, come on now," she said with a frown, crossing her arms and tapping a toe. "You're forgetting about me. It's meant to be all of us having fun, not just me being teased and..."

"...Set aside?"

Ropes finished the sentence for her, a tentacle curling around the dragoness to gently close her mouth where she had gone slack-jawed. Against herself, Fyr whimpered, heat slipping down between her legs, so wet already, the folds of her pussy gleaming with her arousal as if Ropes had creamed in her and not Chemical.

"Huff..."

"There you go..." He purred, his tentacle retracting. "Kneel by the bed, come in nice and close. I'm taking care of Chem right now. But you can still watch."

Fyr's vision softened, wavering at the edges as if she was about to faint - but she could not faint! Not when so much was going on, right there before her eyes.

Still...there was something in her that knew her place, folding to her knees up on the bed rather than at the side of it. She sat back comfortably, no longer masturbating, but she was where she needed to be.

Why do I like this?

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For it was about time the dragoness acknowledged just how turned on it made her, wetter between the thighs every time they put her down. She was the one, after all, who had stayed with Ropes despite all their challenges, and she had wanted what he gave her in bed, regardless of how far the cougar had pushed her.

Fyr shook her head, stomach churning, her eyes suddenly watery. Was she upset? Oh, it was so hard to untangle so many different emotions all bundled up inside her, swelling and flittering back and forth, back and forth.

Still...she watched. Still, she knew where she was meant to be, holding her breath as Ropes pulled Chemical on top of him, the cougar lying back flat on the bed with his tentacles supporting the black dragoness. Even the green stripes on her body stood out starkly, making the other dragoness look more feral and dangerous than ever before.

"Look at me, Fyr..." Chemical purred, sinking on to Ropes' cock as the cougar guided her down in reverse cowgirl. "He wants me... He wants me more."

Fyr shook her head, swallowing hard.

"No... No, that's not true."

"It's true, Fyr," Chemical said, speaking through a moan. "I'm so wet for him, so much of his seed in me... That's where it should be, filling my holes. It's better like that. Better for me. Better for Ropes. Better for you."

Fyr growled, shaking her head, but her paws were on her thighs, fingers twitching, not knowing what else to do with herself. Her tail twitched and she curled it around her ankle for some semblance of normalcy, forgetting that it was what she had used to do with Ropes, when she was in bed with him. Now, that notion seemed very far away, as if it had not been all that familiar to her at all.

"I'm here..." She said, though the dragoness was not even convincing herself. "Please... You have to accept me, as I am."

"Oh, we do, darling," Chemical cooed, cupping her face and drawing Fyr to her, her tongue flickering out to "kiss" the side of her muzzle. "But this is where you belong. Under us...somewhere. I don't really care where. But I'll be first for Ropes now. You can have your marriage, however you please. In the bedroom, or wherever the _fuck_he wants to have me, is where we come into our own."

"Mmmph!"

Fyr didn't have a say in things as Chemical kissed her deeply, so hot between the thighs that she wouldn't have been at all surprised if she burst into flames. The dragoness' greedy tongue invaded her muzzle and, too late, Fyr had a tiny inkling of the ground she had lost, what she had already more than willingly sacrificed to the other dragoness. Where Chemical had been willing to put in the work to claim Ropes, Fyr had been too comfortable in domestic bliss, believing that all would be the same, with Chemical under her, with nothing ever being challenged.

Fyr whimpered, the dragoness' paws travelling down her body, groping her body, squeezing her nipples, even trapping one between her claws for a short, sharp pinch.

"Agh!"

She grunted into Chemical's maw but the dragoness wasn't concerned with her. Oh no, Fyr could have done anything in that moment and Chem wouldn't have thought it was anything to do with her. She released Fyr's muzzle from her own, though only because she was too caught up in humping and grinding back on to Ropes' cock, hissing through her teeth.

"Ooof... Yes..." She moaned. "Fuck me... You stud of a cougar..."

Ropes rolled his eyes at that, though his need was still there. His tentacle lanced out, lashing around her, holding her limbs in just the right way so he could flip her on to a clumsy all fours. But Ropes did not care for simplicity and smoothness, not in the slightest, not as he huffed and ground into her cunt, another tentacle driving seamlessly into her backside, joined by a second.

Fyr couldn't take that much and so she was forced to watch her husband fuck her better, the dragoness he had chosen over her in the bedroom, despite her still being his wife. There was a hierarchy there - and she was at the bottom of it.

Fyr closed her eyes, tears brimming, a sob threatening to heave up from her chest. But it didn't belong there, not tangled up in the confusing swell of emotion, bristling through her, dragging at her heart, demanding to be heard. All the dragoness wanted to do was to masturbate, or better yet to have her husband fuck her - but neither seemed like they were options at that time!

"Mmmph..."

She swallowed her need, not knowing how else to sate it. Things had changed an only time would tell, even to her, just how they would pan out.

But her lust came anyway, her tail creeping between her legs, teasing her pussy, the tip grinding between them - yet no more than that. She wanted her husband, his barbed cock... Not even fucking herself like a whore on her own tail would match up to what he could offer her, and there she was left to lust after him, simpering and whining, as if she didn't hold the most important place in his heart.

"Ropes..."

She breathed his name once, yet Ropes only offered her half a smile and a half-hearted shrug. He was only doing what came naturally to a lust demon, so he had nothing to feel sorry for. At least to him, it was only sex, no more than that.

She clamped her jaws shut against emotion as the tip of her tail toyed with her clit, though not quite bringing herself off. Not even as Chemical screamed on his tentacles, stretched but not to her limit, doing far more than Fyr ever thought she could. She wasn't that adventurous in the bedroom and, honestly, she could have even gone without anal if Ropes had not enjoyed it. Chemical relished everything, however, bucking and arching as he climaxed inside her and she lost herself to orgasm too.

They even got off at the same time, as if it was nothing at all to either of them. And Fyr... That wasn't her place either. She huffed and panted and succumbed. They were there for themselves, not for her. But maybe there was a place for her in the household still, the husband she was still clinging to as their relationship shifted irrevocably.

Unless she could claw it back? Fyr had no faith in herself anymore, but she'd have to if she was to go up against Chemical in any way.

Even when Ropes pinned her to the bed afterwards to fuck her to sobbing completion, Fyr knew something had changed. And they could never go back, even if that orgasm was sharp and biting, stronger than anything she had ever experienced, coming with a flash of desire.

Chemical smirked, sitting before Fyr as the dragoness was fucked. Yet Fyr's attention, horribly, was on her opponent, her friend turned rival, as Chem fingered her own pussy, showing off the creamy load dripping from her.

All Ropes' cum, her husband's cum. Fyr moaned, tucking her muzzle down, Ropes' seed trickling from Chemical's pussy. But she didn't have to watch, not that closely, not as Chemical teased her and showed off the mess, how it drooled from her sex. Even her tail hole gaped ever so slightly, showing just where his tentacles had ploughed into her.

Would she have to do that to win her husband's favour back? Or did Fyr's challenge lie entirely in Chemical, in going against her will and her lurid desires?

The only way to tell was to live the experience. And, despite being knocked off her perch without anticipating such a thing, Fyr was not quite ready to give up yet.

Ropes was hers. And Chemical was going to have to know it, one way or the other.