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Title: Family Secrets Author: alaitallon/Kristin Davis

Warnings: M/F sex, adult incest, cheating

The characters Fyrdrgon, Ropes, Helena, and Hiss belong to fyrdrgon @ Furaffinity.

Ropes, the tentacled pleasure demon, had a secret.

In fact, his whole family, except for his lovely dragon wife, Fyrdrgon, shared the secret together. His two offspring, Helena, who took more after her mother, and Hiss, who shared his father's cougar-like shape, had stayed surprisingly taciturn. Helena in particular impressed Ropes, as she normally kept true to her nature of being a gossipy college freshman. Yet on this subject, aside from sometimes giving her brother knowing looks across the dining room table, the cat was still in the bag, so to say.

Deep down, Ropes did not enjoy keeping a secret from his wife. The two had always been close, but their volatile nature frequently forced them into yelling matches that neighbors have long since quit stopping by to check on them for. While any therapist might have called this the red flag of a doomed relationship, the extremely good times often made up for the extremely bad ones.

Being a pleasure demon, Ropes was accustomed in the past to having a stamina in the bedroom that sometimes nearly killed his partners. Once he got going, he would not, COULD not, stop for hours at a time. The four back tentacles and thick uncut cock seemed tireless; and it wasn't unusual for his previous partners to pass out for days after he finished with them.

Yet Fyrdrgon was different. Somehow, and Ropes frequently suspected that she must have some as-yet-unknown diabolical heritage of her own, she could not only endure his ravaging, but seemed to thrive on it. It puzzled Ropes, while attracting him unlike anyone else ever could, and the two had cleaved together with a ferocity.

One thing puzzled Ropes even more, however. As of late, Fyrdrgon had grown increasingly frigid, pushing him away during his advances, something that brought them to fighting more and more. Though the temptation had occurred to Ropes, and he certainly had his sources, he resisted the urge to go looking outside the home for a new partner to satisfy his urges.

However, little did his wife know that he need not look outside the household at all anymore.

It had started as an accident, something that probably never should have happened. After yet another day of being spurned by his lover, Ropes had gone upstairs to "take care of business" on his own. Yet a sound from the shared room of his two adult offspring attracted his attention. He had caught the two in there having sex, something he never would have believed possible if he hadn't seen it himself. Though his first instinct had been to confront and discourage them, he'd ended up joining in instead. It had taken some internal coaxing, but he told himself these were consenting adults and he had been without his own pleasure for so long.

Since then, little had changed in the household. Though Fyrdrgon had tried to make it up to her husband by bringing over a friend for a threesome, it didn't take long for her to be back to her mood swings. It was enough to drive even a demon mad. Even now, though she knew how bad his need was, she sat in the living room with Hiss, watching some anime about robots that Ropes couldn't be bothered to remember the name of. It held their attention, with Hiss sprawled on the couch and Fyrdrgon sitting in one of the easy chairs, and Ropes doubted they would relinquish the TV any time soon.

Frustrated again, he headed upstairs to see what he could occupy himself with on the computer. A friend had recommended a new adult site for him to check out, and he figured that would keep him busy at least for a while. As he walked past his offsprings' room, Helena's voice came drifting to his ears from the open door. At first he wondered who she had over this time, but the lack of any replying voices indicated she must be on her phone, chattering to some college buddy of hers.

"So did you hear about Marissa? You know, that ferret girl that was in English 1101 with us last semester. Yeah, her hair looked ridiculous! I thought so too!"

Helena, more dragon than demon, her red scales a bright contrast in color as she lay on her purple bedspread, staring up at the ceiling. She twirled a strand of light brown hair around her claw as she talked.

"I heard from Carly that she and Rick are back together again. I know, right? What does he even see in her? He could have anyone in the whole school and he picks THAT tramp?"

As she spotted her father listening in the doorway, she smiled and waved without speaking to him. Her focus was still on the gossip. She continued chatting even as Ropes entered the room. He would command her full attention soon enough, he knew.

"I heard that, too. She really gets around, doesn't she? Like, what do you think they all like about her, anyway?"

Tail swishing, Ropes stopped by her bed to begin gently running his fingers through her hair, an affectionate gesture going back all the way to when she was a hatchling. Yet these days, it took on a more sensual note, and she closed her eyes for a moment as his paw traced down to her shoulders and sensitive collar bone.

"Do you think it's pheromones, maybe? I heard ferrets have a certain scent that maybe drives guys crazy. I dunno, I never really got close enough to smell her; that'd be weird. She sat on the other side of the class, remember?"

Ropes began moving his hands lower, pausing to stray near her two pairs of breasts, a trait Ropes could only assume was part of her demon heritage. Helena watched as he traced along the perimeter of them in slow circles, and he saw her flinch as he brushed up against a clothed nipple in passing.

"I don't know why they broke up in the first place. I heard from Jessie that he caught her cheating. I swear, girl, she's a nympho!"

Ropes smirked to himself. He would show his girl what a real "nympho" was, all right. He gave one of her nipples a squeeze, and he saw her bite her lip to keep from making a noise.

"Yeah, Ben told me that she's been with pretty much the entire soccer team. How would I know if it was all at once? Though that WOULD be pretty hot, one giant gang bang with all those hunks. Yeah, don't tell me you wouldn't want to be at the center of that, girl!"

She laughed, and Ropes moved his paw lower, stroking along her scaled belly, while his tentacles began to extend themselves and brush along her breasts, massaging them. She gave him a look that clearly conveyed, "What the hell are you doing?!" but she lay still, phone in one hand, and watched him.

"Yeah? Which one do you think is the hottest? Ooo, Mike? Is he the stag? Yeah, he IS pretty cute, isn't he? I really like the German Shepherd, myself. I don't remember his name, I just know he's pretty damn hot."

Moving further and further down, Ropes stopped along one of Helena's thighs, stroking along it with one claw and sending shivers up her spine. She wore a skirt, a delightfully short one, and Ropes had to wonder if she wore any underwear. He started moving to the foot of the bed, his tentacles staying at her breasts, and Helena kept her gaze on him, her expression a mixture of amazement and horror as she realized what he was going to do.

"Yeah, girl, don't you know what they say about canines? I've never been with one, but I've heard they're really thick. Yeah, I think it's called a knot or something? No, I've only seen toys like that. Hahaha, what, you've never been to a place like that? Wow, it's so crazy, they're some weird stuff in there. You won't believe how some people get off."

She made eye-contact with her father again as he knelt at her bed, and they both grinned, the hidden meaning of her statement apparent only to them. Before she could discourage him, he started lifting up her skirt, pushing it back to reveal what lay beneath. She flexed involuntarily as the air cooled her suddenly exposed slit. It pleased Ropes to see she looked as turned on as he was, for the lips of her pussy already glistened with moisture. He growled slightly as he felt his own erection stir.

"Oh, I don't know. I haven't seen that many." She blushed and laughed. "I dunno, just a few. Yeah, an otter once. His was really cute. And Joey's, you remember when I dated him, you know I saw his, girl. That rabbit couldn't keep his paws off me. And felines, yeah. Noooo, I'm not telling you who!"

She laughed again, yet breathed in sharply as she felt her father's breath on her sensitive skin. He leaned close to her and took a long, deep breath, inhaling her scent. The warm, musky, and sensual smell of an aroused female filled his muzzle and he let out a purr of satisfaction. His erection throbbed in response, and a drop of precum slid down his shaft. He took a moment to part his bathrobe and let it tumble to the floor, fully exposing him and the extent of his arousal. Helena gasped, always surprised to see him at his height, and then quickly spoke into the phone.

"Oh, sorry, that was just me. Allergies been getting to me, making it hard to breathe sometimes. No, I'm not trying to change the subject, you asked what the sound was! Goofball, I'm still not gonna tell, it's not your business!"

Ropes nuzzled into her crotch, the rumble of his purring vibrating her slightly. She began to squirm a little, but his strong hands latched onto her thighs and held her still. One of his tentacles grabbed a nipple and squeezed it, tugging on it just hard enough to make her bite her lip again to keep from crying out. Not satisfied with her restraint, he began licking her inner thighs, circling just outside the warm mound of her sex. She arched her hips towards him as he teased her, both hoping for and against him actually making contact with the center of her pleasure.

"Yeah, it was good. Crazy good, girl. He was really nice and thick and oh man, it felt so good. Haha, yeah, you're gonna go out and find you a cat now, huh? Mmmmmm!"

She couldn't help vocalizing as his tongue finally made contact with her clit. She closed her eyes, knowing full well just how wet she was and how badly she wanted the pleasure. Part of her was turned on by his actions themselves, but another was by the whole secrecy of the act. She glanced behind him to the open door and used her head to motion for him to close it, but he merely looked back into her eyes and shook his head. A rough tongue dipped into her slit and she shuddered.

"Yeah, it just felt that good. That tongue of theirs feels fantastic, too. You HAVE to let one eat you out if you get a chance, it is amaaaaaazing."

She tilted her head back and squirmed again as she felt his tongue probing and licking. It alternated between sliding into the folds of her pussy, diving deep into her warm slit, and swirling around the hard knob of her clit. She spread her legs wider in response, having to fight as hard as she could not to moan in pleasure.

"But yeah, mmmm, yeah, not much else going on right now. No, no summer classes this time. I'm at home with family all summer. Oh, it's not so bad. We get along, though my dad can be a real dick sometimes."

In response, his tongue picked up the pace, the strokes of it across her flesh more powerful, more rapid. She bit her lip and winced, trying in vain to struggle away from his unrelenting attention. His tentacles were practically trying to milk her tits, the way they were methodically squeezing and tugging on her breasts and nipples. She felt her chest rise and fall rapidly as her breath became more ragged and hard to control.

"It's okay, I'll get over it. No, he just does shitty things sometimes. Bossing me around and all that. Like I'm not a grown woman now. I know, I'll just always be his little lady. Mmphf!"

He had slipped a thumb into her slit and began massaging the folds of her pussy, rubbing them with his rough paw pads, before sliding it deeper into her pussy. It pressed up against her g-spot, the pleasure center on the topside of her vagina, and she knew she was losing control quickly.

"Okay, yeah. I know. Sure. Girl, I gotta come--er, I mean go! Go! I gotta go. Yeah, I'm sorry. Yeah, I'll call you back, I promise. YES, YES, yeah, goodbye!"

As she fumbled to hit the "End call" button, she felt her climax rising within her at an alarming pace. She let the phone drop on the bed next to her and she finally allowed herself to let out a low moan.

Downstairs, Fyrdrgon tilted her head to the side as she watched her TV show. She'd thought she'd heard a groan, but it was in the middle of a battle scene. It just seemed out of place. She shook her head. These dubs were always kinda iffy, she thought, returning her attention to the program. Hiss, however, wasn't the only one to notice. He watched her, gauging her reaction, then let out a sigh of relief as she seemed to shrug it off. Inwardly, he smiled, realizing what was going on upstairs and only wishing he could be up there to join them. Instead, he would just have to cover.

Helena's entire body began to buck and squirm under Ropes's strong grip. Her orgasm overtook her at once, almost as a relief, as she finally let herself cum for him. Her warm juices spilled into his muzzle as he lapped them up, pushing her further and making her want to cry out. Neither his tongue nor his fingers nor his tentacles slowed as she writhed under his touch. Her tail lashed back and forth and he heard her whimper.

Finally, as if feeling mercy (though Helena knew better than that), he stopped. He rose to his feet, even as she continued twitching at the tail end of her orgasm, and grabbed his rock hard cock in one paw. The foreskin wrapped around the tip, and he pulled it back to show her just how pink the head had gotten from his arousal. He pushed it towards her face, wasting no time.

Licking her lips, she paused to admire it, how both long and thick it was as it fully extended from its sheath. The foreskin was a plus, and she longed for the feeling of it in her muzzle, her lips pushing it back as it slid in. Yet he was not in the mood for being admired, she realized, as he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head towards him.

"Suck it. Now," he whispered, pressing it against her lips. Not having much choice, they parted before him, letting his thick tip force its way in. He grunted, still holding on to the back of her head as he pushed himself in as far as she seemed willing to allow him. The feeling of her tongue and hot saliva around his member made him tilt his head back and sigh, the sensation long needed. He began to thrust into her open mouth, but he resisted the overwhelming urge to take her as hard and as fast as he wanted to. She might not be able to withstand that kind of power yet, so he kept himself restrained.

Instead, he ran his paws through her hair, thrusting in and out of her jaws, letting out a grunt of enjoyment as he felt her soft tongue caress the underside of his shaft. Like her mother, though Ropes was certain she'd never taught her this, she seemed to enjoy teasing at him with her tongue, gliding it along the shaft and tickling at the point where it and the head came together on the underside, the frenulum. He let out a soft whine as her tongue tip stroked there, bringing him exquisite pleasure. He wasn't ready to cum yet, however. He knew she could bring him to great heights of ecstasy using just her mouth, her ability to pleasure others running strong in her blood, but he had other plans for her just yet.

Using a strong paw, he gently pushed her back away from him and nudged her into laying back on the bed, as she had been before. She gave him a questioning look, the saliva and precum still wet on her maw, but he merely nodded for her to keep quiet. He stood over her for a moment, gazing at her beautiful breasts, the slick and wet slit, her firm tail and ass. He felt proud of what he saw, if not a bit possessive. Idle fantasy or not, he wouldn't be letting HIS prize daughter be gang banged by any soccer team.

He got onto the bed and crouched at her ankles, his erection seeming even bigger than before. Helena whimpered, instinctively crossing her legs as she realized what was about to happen, but he pried them back apart with a grunt. He knew she could handle him, and while it sometimes caused her pain, she always came back for more.

Using one hand to prop himself up, he used the other to position himself at her slit, rubbing the moistened tip of his cock against her already soaking wet pussy. She moaned just at his touch, her lips and clit still very sensitive, but he just grinned at her as he began to push himself into her. Even fully lubed up, she was a tremendously tight fit. He had to start thrusting into her, one inch at a time, as she squirmed beneath him. Though she struggled, her face was one of pure pleasure as he felt more and more of his thick shaft easing into her. He used two tentacles to hold her still as he slid the rest of the way in with a grunt of pleasure.

With his other two tentacles, he began rubbing again at her breasts, knowing how much she enjoyed to have them played with and fondled, and she let out a loud moan.

Downstairs, Hiss picked up on the sound of his sister, and his eyes immediately went over to see if his mother had as well. Though she seemed not to, he took the opportunity to turn up the volume a little, just in case.

"Goodness, Hiss, you don't think it's loud enough?" she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Oh, it's just all those years of playing my headphones too loud, you know?" Hiss said, shrugging his shoulders and trying to look innocent. She rolled her eyes and went back to watching the episode.

Though Ropes had been relatively gentle starting out, he was having trouble holding back, now that he had his cock throbbing inside of Helena. Holding her down to keep her still, he began to thrust himself into her. He didn't start off slow or gentle or romantic, he just began pumping himself into her, a piston of unrelenting power. At first Helena tried to be quiet, biting her lip to keep herself quiet, but as his pace began to pick up, rather than slack off, she let out little gasps of both pleasure and pain. His cock filled her delicate pussy, stretching it to what she thought were her limits, yet it slid in and out of her with such force that only his tentacles kept her in place. She felt it pressing against her g-spot, stimulating it in ways nothing else ever could, and her body arched up towards him, eliciting another moan. He put a paw over her mouth, quieting her, but it didn't stop her from squirming.

His tail lashed ferociously, almost like another tentacle. Sweat dripped from his brow as he pounded into her, feeling the head of his cock bumping up against her cervix. In previous times, he'd been tempted to fill up her tight asshole with a plump cock-shaped tentacle, but his need was too strong to spend much time on that now. For now, he just wanted to, HAD to, spill his seed and release his pleasure.

He found himself tilting his head back, panting with pleasure, and Helena practically writhed beneath him. Using her flexible tail, she tickled at her clit, sending her towards yet another climax. She loved the feeling of being restrained, and it added to the naughtiness of it all. Her orgasm began to well up inside her again, and she couldn't help but gasp for breath as her entire body started quivering with ecstasy.

Her already tight pussy began to grip his cock in spasms, and Ropes knew he had to cum now. A demonic light began to glow in his eyes, and had Helena not been caught up in her own orgasm, she might have felt afraid and in awe. He now pumped in and out of her, his balls slapping against her with a rapid and wet smacking sound. A loud snarl escaped his muzzle as he thrust into her as deep as he could go, one last time. The force of it lifted her hips up off the bed, and Helena squealed in pleasure. He tilted his head back and roared.

Hiss, knowing that the climax would be coming soon, cranked up the volume one more time, almost to a deafening level, as explosions took place on the screen (and apparently upstairs).

"Turn it down!" Fyrdrgon shouted over the noise, and Hiss pretended not to be able to hear her. He cocked his head to the side and held a paw up to his ear.

"I said turn it down!" she repeated, but he still pretended not to hear her as robots exploded and blasted at each other. Finally, she jumped up from her chair to snatch the remote from his paws. He didn't let it go at first, not willing to let her blow Ropes and Helena's cover, but Fyrdrgon pried it from his paws. She started turning the volume back down to a reasonable level, and fortunately, the noise upstairs seemed to have quieted down.

"What is the matter with you?" his mother said, indignant. "Do I need to take you to get your hearing checked?"

"I'm fine, Mom," Hiss said, grimacing. "Too many concerts, I guess."

"They're ruining your ears!"

"I'll be okay, just go back to the show, okay? We're missing a good part."

Back in Helena's room, gush after gush of seed spilled into her passage, flooding every available channel. It poured out from her pussy, soaking her bedspread. She would later have to make up some excuse about spilling a milkshake on her bed when her mom gave her questioning looks about why it was so sticky and wet, but for right now, she was wrapped up in the moment. Ropes panted in her ear, his breath hellishly hot against her neck, as she felt him beginning to slow down. His cock pulsed inside her, each spasm releasing more spurts of cum, and she twitched in response.

She let out a soft groan, but Ropes covered her mouth again, quieting her.

"Hush. We've already been a bit too bold today, my girl. Go take a shower. Clean yourself up."

"Sorry, Dad," she said, looking a bit embarrassed as he started to withdraw from her.

"Just keep being careful," he said, leaning down to give her a kiss on the head. He would need a shower of his own, but he and his wife had their own bathroom that they shared. "Because this is our secret. You know how to keep a secret, right?"

She nodded, exhausted but happy. "Of course. It'll be between us three. A family secret."

"Yes," Ropes said, and with a smile, he retrieved his robe and left, closing the door and the secrets within behind him.