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"You need to relax, at least have a drink." FD gave a long look at Ropes as she leaned forward on the bar to pluck up her Hand Gernade.

"I've had a few drinks." The cougar gave her a long look before flicking out one of his tendrils to coil just beneath the curve of her chin. "Go on, have some fun and dance, mmm? You know I enjoy watching you enjoy yourself and I have plenty to look at."

The gold and red dragon tilted her head a bit before letting out a purring laugh at her mate. They had agreed to take a vacation, and so they had, but Ropes had never been one to let loose and enjoy himself in a club as she was. She preferred to dance and enjoy a few drinks and do her best to enjoy the time she had even if it did leave her with a bit of a headache in the morning. He'd likely perch at the bar and enjoy eye candy, watch her and sip whatever drink that he'd picked up. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd seen him do more than a half hearted attempt at dancing and she gave her head a short shake to quell the disappointment.

"Alright, but keep an eye out for Helena and Hisson. They were going to meet us here after they got done with the jazz cruise out on the steamboat. It was only supposed to be a few hours." She dipped her head to coil her tongue along the long straw in her drink.

"They'll be fine. FD, they're adults. If they don't meet up with us here, they have room keys. You know Hisson is hoping he'll spot someone to sneak off with." Ropes purred with amusement and pride both as he spoke of their son.

FD took a long drink of the powerful fruity drink before giving her head a shake. Sometimes she forgot that her children were mostly grown. Whenever she thought of them she thought of them as youngsters. Hisson with his father's features and her own rich red coloring and Helena with more draconic features and only a hint of the demonic cougar blood she could call her own. They had been trouble when they were younger, but as they grew older they had settled, though Hisson had a positive knack for getting himself in trouble.

"Thanks, love." FD leaned forward to brush her lips against her mate's lightly. "Enjoy your wall flowering."

"I always do." The cougar purred and gave her rump a swat. "Maybe I'll find a drink strong enough to chase you out into the mob."

The dragoness laughed and gave a flick of her tail tip in amusement. She couldn't imagine him out in the midst of the madly packed dance floor moving in time with the techno beat that had started to hammer through the club. It was just the sort of place that she enjoyed best of all. She had spent the day going about the city and enjoying architecture, a trip to the swamp, a wander around the edges of the Garden District and every other place that Ropes had wanted to go to entertain himself. The cougar enjoyed examining a city in all the detail that he could and that meant that she was forced to try and keep up with him as he poked his muzzle into various places. Although she hadn't minded the food in the least bit.

Tonight was her chance to do something she had wanted to do. She had found a bar tucked away in the furthest corner of the French Quarter that didn't blast jazz like the rest of the city. It wasn't a careful monument to another time and place, but a glorious mixture of something that was wild and modern. The Kat Track was a place where people went to dance in the darkness that was only punctuated with the occasional flash from the lights above and the glow sticks that many of the people brought. She, herself, had bought a set of glowing rings to wrap around her tail from the thick base all the way to the tapered tip. The flash of the bright one at the base of her tail had already caught Ropes eye several times when she'd been walking down the street and she had hopes for more.

He'd been distant this trip, but at times he was always a bit aloof and she had learned to ride out his moods with patience. Or at least patience until she knew how to coax a reaction from him such as tonight. She knew that once she had danced long enough and her blood was roused she could coax him into something intimate in the darkness. On the one hand, she hoped to get back to the hotel room first, on the other hand she had rather lurid visions of a back garden in the heat of the summer when he was roused into a mood. It was all in the technique to get his attention lured to her so firmly that she could enjoy him and his impassioned moods.

The only set back lay in the children. They were mostly grown, true, but they had their own agenda to pursue and seemed to have little respect on their parents privacy during the vacation. It had been her idea to give them one last vacation as a family before they went to college, but she was starting to regret it. Not that she didn't love them, but they spent most of their time on their own affairs and only with much grumbling would join their parents. And when they were at the hotel they let themselves in and out of their parent's suite with no notice and no attempts to warn them. It had prevented quite a few interesting evenings on her end. She was nearly positive that she was reliving the days from when they were young and she hadn't been able to get time alone. She let those thoughts carry her onto the dance floor as she turned about and released the worries to the wind and the beating the music. Tonight wasn't a night to worry.

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The evening wore on and with it the pounding of the dance floor started to grow so crowded that FD found herself having trouble getting a place to herself. She loved the music, she loved the beat, she loved the wild feel of it pounding in her chest until she could almost feel it rising upwards to the point she forgot everything else but the way she moved. As it grew more crowded she laughed and managed to extract herself from the wolf who had been trying to match her and wandered towards the bar for another drink. Her tail curled up high behind her to keep it from getting hit or stepped on and she continued to twitch the tip back and forth in time with the sound of the music around her. It didn't take her long to spot Ropes lounging with his back against the wall and murmuring in quiet conversation with a short looking ferret who was liberally decorated with glitter.

FD's eyes narrowed a little bit at the sight and she fought the urge to snap her tail. She knew that her mate was something of a letch, but at times it annoyed her. The place at the bar he had been holding was gone and she glanced around to see that her children were no where nearby. Either they had come and left, and he hadn't told her about it. Or they hadn't come and he hadn't said a word to her about it so she had been left dancing while they were still out and about the town. She almost walked over to ask him, but given the lazy feline grace with which he leaned back against the wall and seemed utterly relaxed she passed by him. He wouldn't be relaxing if the children were in trouble or overdue. She gave her head a shake and felt the world spin a bit about her in her half drunk haze.

"God, I'm becoming a snappish drunk." She muttered to herself before chuckling and slipping over to the bar.

She didn't get one of the large novelty drinks this time, but settled on a double shot of cherry vodka, a drink that made her lick her lips as she shot it down and chased it with a long island iced tea. The tastes melted on her tongue as she glanced over to see Ropes once again alone and bobbing his head in time with the music. His tendrils almost seemed to sway ever so slightly as the music picked up an almost tribal beat. The ferret was nowhere to be seen, nor was he eying any of the other girls with intent to chat them up. The sight cheered her a bit and her spirits lifted more when he caught her eye and briefly blew her a kiss and winked one bright eye.

The dragoness stretched her body and purposefully arched herself to show off the way the shirt rose up along her belly and flashed the golden scales beneath it before dropping her arms back down again. The stretch limbered her up and she watched as her mate gave her a long look and the heat that sparked in his eyes as she turned and gave her hips a slight twitch so that the glowing ring around her tail base swayed back and forth right along the top of her skirt. She didn't glance back again, instead she slipped back into the crowd with the heat of the drink still warming her stomach and making her cheeks feel flushed and hot. The music vibrated through her as she entered the darkened dance floor and let herself get lost in the sound of it.

This was what a vacation was supposed to be like. The rush of alcohol that fueled her blood, the sound of music, the sweet exotic scents of the city, the world that rolled through her and echoed in the way she raised and dropped her feet beneath her. She turned with the music and used her tail and the glowing bands to cut patterns through the darkness as she turned and twisted. The wild movements that let her luxuriate in the way her feet rose and fell in time with the dance. She arched her back and jostled the other dancers as they claimed their patch of the dance floor and the bodies around her became only dim outlines with occasional flashes and hints of their forms. It was public, horribly public, but the darkness made it seem as if she was in a world of her own.

It was a world that was filled with the heat that flowed through her and the dances that had nothing to do with practiced movements and everything to do with the way she wanted to burn out her energy. She was so engrossed in her dance that she nearly stumbled and fell when a tendril twisted around the base of her tail and gave her a yank backwards. She yelped out a bit as her back pushed against the person that had grabbed her and she felt another tendril twisting around her stomach and curling upwards. Large paws moved to cup her hips and twisted her about in a half dance move so that she had to follow the tugs to keep her balance.

Ropes. The spade shaped tendril tips ran along her tail as she was pulled to face him in a twisting dance that barely followed the movement and her muzzle bumped nearly against his shorter one. The unmistakable scent of him and the feel of his confident paws around her body sent a thrill through her. He didn't lean in to tell her the kids had arrived, nor tried to pull her from the dance floor to head home. Instead he twisted he lower tendrils around her upper thighs and turned her about in a wild dance that pushed his body intimately against her own. Her breasts pressed firmly against his shirt and her hands automatically moved to wrap around his hips as the music carried them away in a dance that would have made her blush if anyone could have truly seen her.

It wasn't a dance made of the music and it didn't weave it together to combine it, it was a dance older then time. Ropes pushed his hips against her and gave rolling teasing grinds that let her feel his girth hard against his pants when it rubbed against her belly. She twisted her form so that she curled a leg briefly around his hip and twined her fingers upwards to trail along the back of his neck. He didn't try to whisper to her, instead he matched her every move as she tried to match his own. He ran his tongue hotly along the curve of her neck, she teased the edge of his ear with the tips of her teeth. They danced through the crowd with short panting breaths and the heady edge of too many drinks riding through their system.

Rope's tendrils were better then his hands, they twisted along her body and coiled along her upper arms. One of them slipped just beneath the edge of her shirt and she heard him chuff out an unsteady laugh when she whimpered at the tendrils tip brushing her nipple. The lower tendrils twisted her upper legs and rode between them until the appearance of their sexual dance stopped quite being an appearance. The tip of one spade shaped tendril tip curled upwards and flickered right over her covered panties as he pushed her backwards again. His breath came out raggedly and she tried to tell him it was time to stop. She knew she should tell him that they shouldn't be near fucking on the dance floor in the middle of a crowded club. And then he kissed her.

His whiskers tickled against her lips and his rasping tongue plunged into her mouth in a demanding curl that ran along her own. His weight shoved her back until she felt herself being pinned up against a wall in the darkness. It was as if he had been herding her through the dance floor with expertly placed touches and heated caresses along her. His paws moved to clasp against her hips and he explored her muzzle as eagerly as he had the first time they'd kissed. Her breath caught in her throat the moment the tendril between her legs expertly twitched her panties to one side and the tip grazed right along the soft plump lips of her mound. It swirled slowly in circles and flicked right up against her clit so that her cry was muffled against his lips.

Oh god.. he can't.. really mean to.. She thought and the tendril swirled around her clit again sending a shudder through her body. At least it's dark!

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She didn't fight the urge, she wanted him. The idea that he had stormed the dance floor and likely followed her glowing tail and planned on taking her right in the midst of the club like this titillated her. It was like something they would have done when they were younger and it made her purr against his lips before pulling her head back with a wet lick to his muzzle. She moved her hands down to show her wordless ascent to his plan and hooked her fingers at the top of his pants. Instead of finding the belt he normally wore, she curled her fingers against the edge of the pants alone. She twitched her lips in a grin that he'd already half done her job for her before she gave a tug to the pants and felt the button slip free and loosen around the cougar's hips.

The tendril that had coiled beneath her shirt brushed over her nipple again and she heard his throaty groan when she spread his pants apart. She didn't push them too far apart, not in the middle of the club. Even if it was so dark all she could see was the outline of his ears and tendrils that reached over his shoulders to tease her body to fever pitch. At least if he were only undone in the front they could deny what they were doing if caught. The idea of them being caught like teenagers only made it more thrilling as she moved her hand down to curl her fingers right around the tip of his already hard cock. Her thumb flicked right over the glans and felt he barbs raising upwards under her attention. A thick viscous drop of precum drooled out to coat her digit and it seemed to be the last straw of her mate.

With a low growl the tendril that had been teasing her sex slipped away to twist around her upper leg and the one along her breasts pulled out to capture her other leg. He shoved forward to pin her against the wall and tugged roughly against her legs. She could do nothing else but wrap them around his hips as his upper tendrils twisted out to catch against her arms and pulled them above her head. The feel of the powerful tentacles holding her effectively captive thrilled her as she squirmed and felt the weight of his bare shaft shifting upwards to drag right along her inner thigh. The slippery precum coated against her scales as one of his paws moved between her legs and pulled her panties to one side rather then peeling them off.

Ropes seemed almost as fevered and roused as she was. He wasted no time in pushing his hips up so that his thickened cock tip pushed against her bare folds. It traced against them lightly, almost as if waiting for her to protest the lack of a condom. As if she cared if he wore a condom or not, even though part of her knew she should try to find one or else she'd be dribbling his seed all night, she didn't care! She pushed her hips up with a hiss and a low growling purr was her answer before her mate's lips clasped against her own again. His hips pushed forward in a short hard thrust that forced her folds to wrap right around his tip and started to plunge into her body.

She muffled her cry against his lips and twisted her tongue around his own as the first few inches wedged and forced themselves inwards. In the darkness he felt bigger, thicker then she was used to and she clenched tightly around him as he battled her tightness and claimed her one slow inch at a time. The thick goopy precum rolled out and drooled into her unprotected passage as she used her decorated tail to wrap around his leg to help hold herself in place. The tendrils themselves kept her from doing more then arching her back as his hips lurched forward and the thickened tip stabbed in deep within her. The tip of his tapered cock pushed right up against her cervix and pushed hard against it as she felt the parted pants catch along her inner thighs.

He barely held still for more then a moment before pulling backwards and her back arched off the walls with a sharp cry. Only his kiss kept her quiet as the barbs spread open and teased through her slickened and aroused passage. Her silken walls clamped down eagerly around him as the tip nearly pulled out of her and then he gave a firm thrust again. His hands moved up to slide beneath her shirt and curled his fingers around her breasts. His thumbs brushed along her hardened nipples as she was bucked against the wall with the next thrust and the next. The barbs continued to be smoothed back along his shaft and then roused outwards to tease along her passage and send shudders through her body.

The demonic cougar rumbled and muffled his own cries against her lips as he thrust up against him. His pants loosened enough that she could feel his sheath brushing against her as her panties were pulled and tugged in time with his thrusts. Her own wetness was being forced out by his girth and she clenched her legs tighter around his waist when she felt another hot rush of precum spill inside of her. The copious amounts would have made her worry if she was in any place to worry. She could think of nothing more then the heat of his body claiming her own and the steady powerful thrusts that pushed her against the wall.

Dimly she heard the music still going on and felt Ropes timing his thrusts with the wild sound of the bass that pounded over the dance club. The barbs tickled and stroked along the most sensitive places in her body until her walls suckled and pulled him in deeper with each and every stroke. Her breath came out in short gasps until she finally tore her lips away from his own and let out a cry. His paws clutched her breasts firmly and the tendrils squeezed her as if warning her to be quiet. It was too hard, the darkness that wrapped around both of them ensured that each and every touch was only magnified. She leaned her head forward and ran her tongue along his furred throat before arching her hips up to meet his own.

The cougar's breath came out raggedly and he leaned forward so that his muzzle clutched against the curve of her neck. His teeth pricked against the skin, but held back from doing more then lightly marking her scales as the thrusts started to grow faster and harder. She could feel the thickness of his cock pulling and stroking along her swollen clit as she started to writhe back against the wall. The pounding of the techno music seemed to match her hammering heart as the cock tip pushed against her cervix time and again. The steady pressure forced her over the edge until she let out a cry that wasn't muffled at all. She called out and her walls contracted around his cock as Rope's battled through her tightness to continue slamming into her.

He only stopped when his tapered tip shoved up firmly against her cervix and pushed it inwards slightly. The barbs flared out to lock along her passage as his entire body shuddered against her. Even the tendrils were shaking as her walls milked and suckled around him. The first pulse that went along his shaft sent another wave of pleasure through FD and the dragoness moaned as the thick hot ropes of demonic cougar seed erupted into her passage. The creamy cum splattered right against her pulsing cervix as the movements pulled the seed in deeper. She pushed her hips up so hard against him she felt the zipper of his pants biting against her scales as he emptied into her one hot goopy splatter after another.

She didn't know what to do, to say or even what to think as she panted and shuddered each time the flexing shaft splattered out another rush. She could feel the warmth spreading in her belly as it was drawn deep into her unprotected womb. She pushed her hips forward half hoping if she could get his seed deep enough that she would end up limping out of here with a pearly dribble running along her inner thigh to show what he'd done to her on the dance floor. Ropes let his tendrils slip free of her hands and legs slowly, almost reluctantly while he relaxed against her and she felt his hot breath panting against the curve of her neck. It was fast and shallow as she moved her hands behind him and stroked along the curve of his back.

"I can't believe you, Ropes. ." She panted in soft gasps as she bathed in the afterglow. She couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten her this worked up.

"MOM?!" The cougar's head jerked up at the first sound of her voice and he stumbled backwards. The movement pulled his half hard cock from her folds with a scrape of barbs. The thick rich seed already deep her vulnerable . . . and fertile . . .womb. So deep it wouldn't get out in time to stop the inevitable life cycle.