{"sf1_id":717516,"sf2_id":"pnGQE0Ke","title":"Kitty In the Den","author":"Fyrdrgon","words":8129,"posted_at":"2014-06-13T02:23:00.000Z","tags":["Car Sex","Cheating","Demon","Dragoness","Incest","M/F","MILF","Tenticles","spines"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/717516-kitty-in-the-den","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/pnGQE0Ke","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/bb/80/bb80733f-a457-46a6-a60e-f89c38bc2671","description":"","content":"Kitty In The Den\n\nA work of erotic fiction written by Iscin ([https://iscin.sofurry.com/](https://iscin.sofurry.com/))from [www.sofurry.com](http://www.sofurry.com) commissioned  \nby Fyrdrgon. All right reserved. 2014\n\nFarmhouse  \nIt looks so very pastoral. Verdant green fields go out in all directions  \nfrom the farmhouse. At a passing glance the farmland, barns  \nand farmhouse itself look to be as idyllic as they would in a  \nmovie. But this does lead to one horrible problem for its owner;  \nthe farm can get boring with so few people. That is not to say that  \nSasha, the blue coloured dragoness with teal highlights who owns  \nthe farm, along with her son Kao, does not find herself sufficiently  \npreoccupied with work, or with Kao. But opportunities to  \nmeet new people and discover new relationships are hard to come  \nby. In fact some days she feels as though she might as well be on  \nan island. However today is going to be less monotonous than the  \nothers, for today is when her daughter arrives.  \n2  \nJust as the morning light is approaching a fuller afternoon brilliance  \nsuspended from the sky above, a car is winding up along  \nthe road to the farmhouse. Its occupants are Fyrdragon, Sasha's  \nonly daughter and her feline husband, Ropes. Fyr, unlike her  \nmother, possesses red scales with yellow patterns and accents.  \nAlso unlike her mother she has spiny frills going from her tail all  \nalong to the top of her head, with smaller ones along her forearms.  \nShe is statuesque with sharp claws and a generous wingspan;  \nthis all goes to make her mate look all the more out of place.  \nWhilst Fyr drives, Ropes, a seemingly plain looking male cougar,  \nis preoccupied looking at his cellphone. He frowns and turns to  \nglare at Fyr.  \n\"You said there would be cell reception out here.\" Ropes  \nwaggles the device at her whilst saying this.  \n\"Did I? Hmm.\" Fyr pretends to be clueless but she obviously  \nknew just how remote the farm is before they came out here. She  \nkeeps her eyes on the road whilst her spouse fiddles with the device  \nawhile longer.  \nThey are almost at the family farm now. Wood fencing is rushing  \nby either side of the red convertible. Ropes notices this and  \nstarts looking around his surroundings more. There are pasture  \nanimals like cows and sheep in the fields. Some horses too in a  \nfield on the other side which are galloping freely, their manes  \nflowing behind them dramatically in the summer air. Speaking of  \nwhich, something in that very air is making Ropes pause, he sniffs  \na little and makes a sour face. As idyllic as the farm might seem  \nvisually, there are still pungent vapours that will change your  \nmind about a place. However now the car is on its final approach  \nand Fyr takes her foot off the accelerator and turns to pull up just  \noutside the farmhouse.  \n3  \n\"Come on honey.\" Fyr says in a chipper mood. As she steps out  \nof the car her mother already bursts into view, making a beeline  \nfor her daughter.  \n\"My little hatchling!\" Sasha exclaims, somewhat embarrassingly  \nfor Fyr. The two embrace, mother's wings enfolding the daughter's  \nin heart warming affection.  \nThey both make a churring noise and nestle into one another  \naffectionately. Ropes politely coughs and Sasha let's go of her  \ndaughter to look over at the cougar. Her eyes are seem to examine  \nhim with a radiant intensity, going over every inch, every molecule  \nwith detail. Unfortunately due to the whirlwind that had  \nbeen Ropes' and Fyr's relationship they got married whilst separated  \nfrom both their families and most of their friends. This is  \nthe first time the mother-in-law has ever set her eyes upon him.  \nSo commonly the initial introduction to ones in-laws is the one  \nthat will define the relationship for the rest of their lives.  \n\"So you're the one who won over my daughter,\" she says and  \nleaves a pause, he stays silent, so she continues with, \"Hope you  \nhave an appetite to match a dragon's!\" Sasha smiles broadly and  \nwraps her arms and wings around the cat, picking him up in a  \nvery close hug.  \n\"Eep!\" Ropes' eyes bug out as he wiggles and tries to push  \naway. The dragoness has him in a hold that could put professional  \nwrestlers to shame. It is at this point, with panic gripping his  \nheart, that the cougar's less than normal appendages sprawl out  \nfrom his back. Sasha lets out a surprised yell and puts Ropes  \nback down on the solid ground. Green, almost plantlike, tentacles  \nhave emerged from his back. Of course Fyr had told her mother  \nof his unusual status a, no what had she called it? Lust creature.  \nBut to see it is something else.  \n4  \n\"Heheh, sorry if they frightened you.\" He apologises as four  \ngreen tendrils shift around behind his back, each one moving like  \na feline's tail. Looking at them carefully Sasha sees that each demonic  \ntentacle ends with a spade shaped tip, like a blunt arrowhead.  \nRopes diverts his eyes to Fyr, a little embarrassed as the  \nmother-in-law is still staring; her expression ambiguous as it shifts  \nbetween alarm and curiosity.  \n\"So, mother, where is my little brother?\" Fyr interrupts whilst  \nhooking one arm underneath her mother's. The older dragoness  \nlooks to her daughter and smiles, remembering that her daughter  \nhere and pushing away certain, less than benign thoughts.  \nTogether the two females enter the house, leaving Ropes to collect  \nthe luggage from the vehicle. He audibly sighs for no one's attention  \nbut his own and opens the back of the car. Several different  \nluggage cases of varying size and colours are waiting to be  \nmoved out. The cougar stops, focuses, his demonic green tentacles  \nlinking into the surface of his conscious mind, as opposed to  \nthe subconscious they normally take their cue from. With practised  \nease he reaches out with one, two, three, all four of the unusual  \nappendages. Their spade-tips hook in underneath the grips  \nof four different cases. Coiling around, they lock tightly around  \nbefore he starts to pull them out with a grunt. His paws press into  \nthe ground and his back stiffens, with his enhanced strength he  \ntakes all four of the heaviest cases out without dropping a single  \none.  \nWith careful steps the cougar starts to walk up to the farmhouse.  \nAll four cases swing with him, each positioned so as to balance  \nthe others out. Ropes climbs the stairs up to the porch-way  \nand they creak under all the weight being applied from just his  \ntwo feet.  \n5  \nTime Alone  \nCatching up over the past five months is something that seems to  \ntake the two dragonesses more like ten. They are gathered in the  \nbook study, apparently dragons enjoy their reading as Ropes has  \nalready noticed. According to Sasha the book study is the heart  \nthe house. Indeed it rivals the size of most living rooms, with  \nample space for the bookcases that stand against every wall, even  \nbesides the two doorways. There is even a quintessential fireplace,  \nready for use when it gets coldest during the darkest season;  \nthough at present the weather is more than temperate. Ropes  \nis reclining in one of the armchairs, fighting his own boredom to  \nfeign passive interest as Sasha and Fyr rabbit on about things  \nthat he really has no interest for. His eyes are beginning to  \nwander, but there are no clocks in sight for him to check. There is  \nhis phone, he could check the time with that, but that would look  \nrude; better to excuse himself then.  \n\"Excuse me ladies, I need to go relieve myself.\" Ropes interrupts  \nand ignores a brief flash of annoyance before he reaches the  \nend of the sentence. Sasha nods, almost sage like, and gives him a  \nflurry of directions.  \nThe cougar smiles to himself as he heads on out of the book  \nstudy, truly relieved to be out of earshot and given free reign to  \nroam the house. However, as he closes the door behind him he  \nrealises that his bladder could use draining after all. So he starts  \nto follow those directions, rummaging in his pocket and taking  \nout the smartphone as he walks. It is past noon already and there  \nare several unread notifications, some of them emails, most of  \nthem social network updates. He scrolls through them as he  \nrounds one corner and starts to walk up a flight of stairs. The lug6  \ngage is still waiting in the porch-way, though he expects to have  \nto carry them up these very stairs later. But only once he is sufficiently  \ntired and the females remember that the dusk set hours  \nago; as is the way of things.  \nAs he reaches the bathroom he has already dismissed most of  \nthe messages as inane crap, especially the social network ones.  \nHowever one of the emails is from his doctor, something about  \nconcerns with... now that is just plain embarrassing. He puts his  \nphone away, not wanting to read the rest of that just yet, especially  \nwith his mother-in-law still in mind. Ropes enters the bathroom  \nand steps up to the toilet. Of course he has to lift the seat up  \nand unzips his fly before whipping out the old snake. It is pink,  \nfleshy and covered with feline barbs around its head, with a line  \nof splines going down underneath and above it. Ropes aims his  \njunk at the basin of the toilet bowl and starts peeing with a satisfying  \nsigh falling from his lips.  \nHe shakes, zips, flushes, washes his paws, and leaves the bathroom;  \ntypically forgetting to lower the seat again. As he starts  \nmaking his way back to the main living room of the house he  \nstarts to wonder what the two females have already begun plotting  \nagainst him. He should not really think that way, he knows it  \nis sexist, and at least a little disrespectful to the intentions of his  \nown lover, but he has seen this story repeated too many times in  \nthe lives of his friends. There is a very good reason why just  \nabout any male does his best to avoid the girl's mother. She is invariably  \ncritical, even downright callous, and that is if you're one  \nof the lucky ones. Although on the other paw, if Sasha is anything  \nlike her own daughter, then there might be hope for good familial  \nfeelings yet.  \nAs he approaches the door to the book study, something very  \nodd strikes Ropes. Although its walls are thick, he can remember  \n7  \nhearing the two dragonesses talking after he had closed the door  \nbehind him before. Now there is nothing, no sound whatsoever,  \napart from that which is purely ambient to the farmhouse and animals  \noutside. He gingerly turns the door handle and enters the  \nbook study to find only Sasha. The slender blue dragoness is  \nstanding by the window, guarded by bookcases on either side of  \nher. As the demon puma scans the room for his wife he hears a familiar  \nsound fire up. Fyr is outside in the car and already pulling  \nout from the driveway in front of the farmhouse. Dread sets in  \nthe cougar as he looks back at the older drake and she turns  \naround to smile at him. Has his beloved abandoned him to the  \nvices and judgements of her mother? Surely there are less cruel  \npunishments to be exacted upon his tainted soul.  \n\"My daughter has gone to see her brother, Kao. You'll have to  \nmeet him later too, but for now...\" She walks back to her chair  \nand sits down. \"I think that this is a good opportunity for us to get  \nto know one another.\"  \n\"Really? Isn't it the job of he the mother-in-law to emotionally  \neviscerate the one that deflowered her angel?\" Ropes replies, only  \nto realise after the fact that he might wish to be more careful in  \nwhat he says, and how.  \n\"Haha. I know you were not the one to deflower her. Though  \nthat you think you were makes you all he the cuter.\" She laughs  \nand smiles, perhaps trying to disarm him. \"Do forgive my behaviour  \nthough. Aren't you going to sit down?\"  \n\"Yeah, of course.\" He replies and walks over to the chair opposites  \nhers and sits down in it. With some annoyance he notices how  \nbig the chair is, as the back seems to loom over him and his paws  \nbarely touch the floor below.  \n8  \n\"So, why don't you start by telling me a little about yourself.\"  \nSasha asks and leans forward in her chair which from a big cat's  \nperspective almost looked like a tiger ready to pounce.  \n\"Well, where do I start?\" He says and laughs nervously.  \n\"Maybe the most important thing about me is that I'm actually a  \ndemon.\"  \n\"I already know that, but what kind of demon are you?\" Sasha  \nasks, but her eyes are drifting down from looking at his face.  \n\"Some call my kind an incubus, but the old tales are not very  \nflattering. I prefer the term, pleasure demon.\" Ropes replies with  \na toothy grin on his face. A part of hims can already sense where  \nthis is headed now and that side of his personality is gradually  \ntaking over. \"We enable our partners to access the heights and  \nvalleys of pleasure and pain that they were unaware of.\"  \nSasha runs her claws along the armrests of the chair, creating a  \nsoft scratching sound as they run over the leather surface. She  \nslumps back into it and shifts her body a little. The puma notices  \nthe way Sasha is spreading her legs out, an all too obvious a gesture  \nas she provocatively licks the edges of her lips. Now that the  \nmood in the book study has changed to something more level  \nwith the demon puma's comfort zone he begins to appreciate the  \ncurvy contours and other feminine attributes of his mother-inlaw.  \nThough he will never say such a thing to his dearest, Fyr's  \nmother is every bit the woman her daughter has become and  \nRopes can see evidence of the good, strong and bountiful family  \ngenes. His loins are beginning to stir from the front of his pants as  \nhe begins imagining what Sasha looks like without the denim  \nfarm clothes on.  \n\"Why are you still all the way over there. I can your eyes, hungering.\"  \nSasha says to the cat as she stands up out of her chairs,  \n9  \nrunning her hands down her sides and tugging on the working  \nfarm clothes she is wearing.  \nThe predatory dragoness strides on over, hips swinging, body  \nswaying, to where Ropes is sitting. Her statuesque body casts a  \nshadow over him as she stretches, switching from a yawn to  \nsomething far more provocative with her tongue once more dancing  \nover her razor teeth and plump lips. Sasha says something  \nabout the nature of males and the ease with which it is to bring  \nout their base instincts, but Ropes is no longer listening. His  \ngreen, equal parts phallic and serpentine tails, are flicking behind  \nhim against the back of the chair. A growl rises in his throat, and  \nis claws have snuck out from their resting state to dig into the  \narmrests of his seat. His tail swishes once, twice, before he now  \nleaps into action.  \nBeing beset upon, or rather physically pounced upon, by an increasingly  \nhorny puma, who just so happens to also be a lust demon,  \nis never the kind of experience that is feels welcomed even  \nwhen it has been so deliberately engendered. The dark blue  \ndragoness begins to fall, stumbling backwards over a coffee table.  \nShe brings her tail down and as it drags against the floor she is  \nnow regaining her balance, but none of her composure. Slithering  \nappends writhe around and up inside of her clothes as Ropes  \nclings to his prize, claws ripping at the straps of Sasha's dungarees.  \nSo surprised is she by this turn of events that for a moment  \nall she does is stand there, like a lifelike statue, whilst Ropes paws  \nbusies themselves in undressing her, and his daemonic companions  \nstart to wrap around and squeeze her breasts and run  \nbetween her thighs before Sasha's clothes are even off yet.  \n\"This is all, escalating quickly.\" Sasha says in a gasp. She can  \nfeel one of the puma's tentacles slipping in between her thighs  \nand now rubbing against her pussy, stroking up against the vulva  \n10  \nlips as they tingle and she starts to grow moist with her own  \narousal.  \n\"I work quickly.\" Ropes replies whilst now going in for a kiss,  \nsuckling, nipping and licking over her neck and chin before  \nreaching his mother-in-law's lips.  \nSasha takes yet further steps backwards, now coming close to  \nher own seat again. Even as her clothes fall onto the ground below  \na part of her is wondering if the situation is already out of her  \ncontrol. What started as a mere whim of borrowing her son-inlaw's  \nbody for an hour or so of familial passion is an unexpected  \nrole reversal before the roles had even been defined properly.  \nMaybe he is giving off some sort of pheromone, or maybe it is just  \nhis obviously forthright promiscuity; either way Sasha knows that  \nshe is losing agency of the moment. His paws are roaming back  \nover her bare buttocks now, the sharp tips of his claws gripping  \npossessively and playing with her big juicy butt however he  \nwishes. Ropes thighs are wrapped tightly around her waist as his  \ncock starts to throb longingly against her belly. His mouth is  \nworking its way back down from her face, licking and lavishing  \nover her right breast now, the hard nipple on the end teased  \nwhilst he brings his left paw back around to give some attention  \nto its partner. And all of that is to say nothing of his tentacles, still  \ndiligently either keeping a firmer anchorage on other areas of her  \nbody, or assisting his hands and mouth with what they are now  \npreoccupied with doing to her body.  \nHer body is quaking with anticipation, tail shivering and wings  \nshuddering. This hormonal assault demands that she take the  \nweight off of her feet, before she falls haphazardly. Sasha glances  \nover her shoulder at the chair, its antiquated and worn look  \ntelling he all she needs to know. The dragoness begins to try and  \nget the attention of the puma's more cognitive faculties, but the  \n11  \nfeline is so enamoured of his quarry, so locked into the moment of  \nawakening the dragoness' sexuality she was flaunting just a moment  \nago, that it will take more than some stuttered words or  \nprodding him between her prolonged gasps, and gradually increasing  \nmoans, to snap him out of this lust haze. The now panicking  \ndragoness breathes in deeply before letting rip a wailing  \nroar that feels as if it is piercing the poor cat's eardrums. Finally  \nhe stops playing with her reptilian tits and brings his hands away  \nfrom her body to hold them against his ears.  \n\"What the fuck was that!\" He bemoans, head ringing like wedding  \nbells.  \n\"Ahem. Well err, you see ah...\" Sasha is fumbling her words,  \ncheeks flushing from the feeling of his tentacle still sliding  \nbetween her legs. \"Maybe we should go somewhere more comfortable  \nfor err... this.\" With the last word Sasha reaches out and  \ndown between the puma's legs, returning the gesture of his roaming  \ntentacle.  \n\"Oh. Well all you had to do was ask.\" Ropes replies as his  \ntoothy smile deepens.  \nThe First Bond  \nThe farmhouse's master bedroom suite is everything that can be  \nexpected. It even has an on suite bathroom, which seems a little  \nout of place somehow, but is a welcome luxury nonetheless. However  \namong the mahogany wood drawers, ornate wardrobe and  \nlavish looking drapes, the only thing that Ropes has any interest  \nin furniture-wise is the four poster king sized bed. It is the very  \nfirst thing he notices as Sasha is now leading him inside of the  \n12  \nroom. Up until this point his eyes having been focused on her  \nplump behind swaying this way and that. With an almost machine  \nlike focus he assesses the thick mattress and fresh linen sheets,  \nideal ground to enact the sexual conquest of his mother-in-law. In  \na rare moment of naïveté the dragoness has led a predator into  \nher home that she will be unable to restrain; not that she will  \nwant to soon enough.  \n\"So do you want to-\" The dragoness starts to ask a question but  \nis interrupted by the demon puma launching himself upon her.  \nShe yells in panic and falls backwards. Her wings spread out and  \nher prehensile tail flexes, slowing her fall as she lands, chest  \njumping up and down, atop the spacious bed.  \nRopes' grabby paws are upon her and with judicious use of his  \nclaws he removes her top and now her bra. With a single snip he  \nhas unleashed the blue woman's round, full bodied breasts happily  \nbounding up and down. Most of them are the same shade of  \ncobalt blue as the rest of her, but are smoother as his fingers and  \nthumbs cup and hold underneath by their sides. Her nipples  \nthough are darker, pert and erect, which he eagerly begins playing  \nwith, one for each thumb. She gasps as the young man  \nnuzzles into her cleavage and draws his coarse feline tongue up,  \nleaving a shiny trail of saliva between them.  \n\"Is this what you want?\" He asks her as his head reaches up on  \nhe the level with hers. \"The feeling of my body on top of yours?  \nMy hands...\" He pauses as his left hand drops down and slips into  \nthe front of her pants. \"Going where they please?\"  \nSasha's body provides all the response her lips refuse to speak.  \nThe woman's arches up at the male the claws on em the ends of  \nher feet dangling over the end of he the bed gripping into the  \nshaggy carpet below. She throws her arms around him, running  \nher claws through the puma's short yet thick fur until they glide  \n13  \nup over his shoulders and neck to hold his head against her body.  \nThis is exactly what she desires, for her daughter's husband to be  \nenamoured so utterly with her that he becomes a slave, if not a  \nbeast, to his instincts. Sasha feels his turgid male-hood rubbing  \nagainst her. He is every bit the eager partner she hoped for and  \nmore. However she soon starts to squirm uncomfortably as his  \ngreen tentacles slither up along her thighs.  \nThe insipid appendages are snaking around the lower half of  \nher body like a squad of organised serpents. Sasha soon learns  \nthat they can do much more than coil around and poke at things.  \nWith frightening motions the fat heads at the ends of the tentacles  \nopen up, not unlike the end of a venus fly trap, and snap at the  \ndragoness' pants. Her last articles of clothing are now pulled off  \nand dumped by the edge of the bed, leaving her soft blue scales in  \nthe buff. Next, two of the tentacles start wrapping themselves  \naround her legs, one each. Ropes' hands and face are still preoccupied  \nplaying with her voluptuous tits whilst his tentacles grow  \nincreasingly tight around her thighs as if preparing to hoist her up  \nwith both legs above his shoulders. He knows what he is doing, of  \nthat much she is certain, yet it is all guided by is growing desire.  \nAnd although Sasha is physically enjoying the attention, there is  \nanother part of her mind that is logical apprehensive about how  \nwild and devolved the cougar is liable to become.  \n\"A-Ah. Steady there tiger. We have at least three, maybe four,  \nhours. I can promise you.\" Sasha says as she feels his turgid flesh  \ncoloured cock begin to rub between her legs and drool over her  \nblue snatch. She is not just saying this though, as her son is undoubtedly  \nfinding similar pleasures in his sister right about now.  \n\"Oh I won't be finishing anytime soon.\" Ropes says as he moves  \naway from her full and firm bosom. He leans up, his furry chest  \n14  \nand abdomen sliding against her smooth scales, to make his lips  \nreach hers.  \n\"F-F-FUCK!\" Sasha exclaims the rude word with an appropriately  \nstartled expression on her face.  \nThere it is, she can feel him now. The demon puma's maleness  \nis large, extraordinarily so even, but that is not the attribute that  \nsurprises and tantalises the older woman the most. No, for just  \nlike all other felines Ropes has a series of barbs that cover the exterior  \nof his throbbing male-hood just underneath where his glans  \npulsate. As his hot flesh presses against his mother-in-laws nether  \nregions her thighs cling tightly around him in reflective response.  \nSasha feels sharp, yet very briefly felt, pinpricks touch her vulva  \nlips. With his torso resting against her large breasts, the male cat  \nthrusts carefully into her. Now his barbs are dragging, raking  \nthrough her flesh and setting of miniature detonations of erotic  \nsensations that emanate from between her legs and grow outwards  \nchasing one after the next up her spine and down her tail.  \nWords are meaningless now as their bodies start to merge with  \none another. Sasha can feel her claws reflexively curl, ripping into  \nthe carpet at the foot of the bed; and her tail swishes around too  \nthreatening to knock the big cat over if he had not already  \nclimbed up fully on top of the female. His fur bristles against her,  \nalthough it is his whiskers she more easily notices tickling her as  \nnestles into her neck and bosom, occasionally popping to nip or  \nkiss at one of her cheeks. She is allowing him to have is way with  \nher arms and legs now being held in his demonic tentacles to be  \nheld in place or manipulated as he so wishes. Involuntary responses  \ncome a plenty, but beyond that she is content to lie back  \nand let the puma explore her body. Some might call this lazy, but  \nto Sasha it is just her way of making the male work for it. Thankfully  \nRopes is one who understands this as he squeezes up inside  \n15  \nof the dragoness, feeling her walls conspire against him, pressing  \nin at all sides.  \nThe feline makes a mrowling sound, that is to say a sound  \nwhich combinations a cat's mewling and a large predator's heavy  \ngrowls. He has never quite felt quite this turned on before, maybe  \nit is the excitement of the fact that he is violating his own motherin-  \nlaw, but he is drawing on every ounce of self-control not to  \nblow his load too soon. Unfortunately, although Ropes is taking it  \nslow and steady with the eager Sasha, there is still a glimmer of  \nthat dragon pride bubbling to the surface. He can not be sure if  \nthe dragoness is aware of just how difficult it is for him to contain  \nhimself, but her tail is not being restricted. It pushes up, forwards  \nbetween her thighs with the base of it flexing around until the underside  \nstarts brushing against his furry jewels. Ropes stops  \ncramming himself inside of dragon muff for a second, his lips  \naround one of Sasha's teats as he feels her start to rub the underside  \nof her tail against his balls.  \n\"Rrrgh, you really want it dontcha?\" Ropes asks rhetorically  \ntrying to distract himself.  \nSasha's sole response is to shift her tail around, one part of it  \nsetting the cat's balls swinging from side to side, whilst nearest  \nthe base it presses tightly against the surface of that part of his  \nthrobbing shaft that has not made it inside the warm embrace of  \nher quivering cunt. Ropes chokes on his own gasp, cursing how  \nshe is not even trying to free her arms and legs, content to let him  \nlay on top and discharge himself this early. Has she even come  \nyet? It does not matter as his claws slide out of their digits and he  \nswings he draws his head out from motor-boating the females  \nample chest endowments. A primal ever so whiny yet overall deep  \nand resounding roar bellows out from the puma's mouth; tail  \n16  \nthrashing as he loses himself to the dragoness' impressively tight  \nhole clamping down around him.  \nThis kind of thing never happened to him, or almost never anyway.  \nEven as his balls rest between the bottom edge of the  \ndragoness' pussy and that damn scaly tail of hers the feline's body  \nwas surrendering itself. The claws of his hands are gripping and  \ntearing into the sheets either side of her shoulders as his head  \nhangs back down again, haunched over her wide bosom. His  \ntentacles are similarly constricting, not unlike angry pythons  \naround the female's arms and legs, though not uncomfortably so,  \nnot for a dragon that is. Suddenly he can feel it, even as he is not  \ndone with his first orgasm Sasha is arching her back, wings shuddering,  \nwhilst around the feline's cock her sex closes even tighter  \naround him, convulsing with its own orgasmic reaction.  \n\"Oooooh,\" Sasha says as her entire body vibrates, tingling from  \nhorns to tail. \"That's the stuff...\"  \nAs he comes off of his ejaculating inside of the reptile Ropes finally  \nrealises what she has done. How kinky of her. Even as the  \ntoothy grin spreads across her elongated face the puma glares up  \nat her, his paws already closing in around her breasts, thumbs  \nfinding the nipples that cap them off. The dirty woman was getting  \noff on his getting off, and apparently still is as he flicks his  \nthumbs across her erect teats and she crashes into another orgasm.  \nThis one catches her a little off guard though as she groans  \nloudly, just scraping underneath a roar. Sasha is holding back  \nfrom him, that much the male can sense for certain. He has to remind  \nhimself that she is the one who engaged in this inappropriate  \nhorseplay; if he pants to slay the beast, metaphorically speaking  \nof course, he will have to make sure to stay on the offensive.  \n17  \n\"Aaah, fffuck that's good. Cream from a kitten feels so smooth  \non the inside. But is there any left for seconds?\" Sasha asks him,  \nher voice a little shaky with her blue cheeks a-flush.  \n\"Don't worry about me,\" Ropes replies between his panting,  \n\"I've got plenty left in me.\"  \nThe words are not mere boasting, the dragoness really has no  \nidea how much Ropes can produce in the space of say a whole  \nhour of animalistic rutting. But now his mind is falling back on  \nthat instinctual programming. He needs to break this female in  \nand to do that he will need more than just his four tentacles. His  \nstrength is quickly returning to him now, his cock still hard and  \nhis tentacles responding without his subconscious threatening to  \noverride him. However he pulls out, for now anyway. Sasha looks  \ndown at him as the puma is once more standing at the end of the  \nbed, with his tentacles outstretched to maintain a tight hold on  \nher.  \n\"What are you doing?\" She asks.  \n\"Strategising.\" He ominously replies.  \nSiblings  \nThey barely made it back to the car before Kao's black claws  \nwere reaching down the back of his sister's pants. Fyr growls as  \nhe makes a play for her ass for the fifth time, her tail swinging  \naround to slap his arm away. Two big brown bags for groceries  \nare in her arms, being the helpful older sister that she is. But as  \nthey finally near the car she starts to change her mind, it has been  \nawhile since the hen night...  \n18  \nThe bags are tossed into the back of the car as two dragons  \nstart to grapple with one another and their clothing. The blue  \nscaled Kao manages to get rid of the belt around Fyr's pants, sliding  \nthem down just enough to see her ass crack before she spins,  \nshoves a couple of claws down the front of his jeans, and pulls her  \nbrother forward to fall with her inside the convertible, wings  \nhelping to prop her up without being too comfortable against the  \ndriver and passenger seats.  \nFyr can feel the other dragon's growing heat as he grinds his  \nbulge against her. His arms come around, one copping a feel of  \nher right boob, whilst the other reaches around and down to  \nsqueeze her left butt cheek. His mouth meets hers and they kiss,  \ntongues sliding up against one another, though Kao is being a lot  \nmore sloppy than herself. As their embrace comes to a close and  \nhe leans back to whip out his instrument Fyr stops him before he  \nthrows himself unto her again and tells him he should give her another  \nkind of kiss. The blue drake frowns at first, but soon grins  \nexcitedly as she promises him he can go backdoors later.  \nThe red dragoness changes her position again as her brother  \nstands back. Now sitting just inside the car Fyr spreads her legs  \nout, exposing her sex that has already started to grow moist and  \nwelcomingly hot. Kao smacks his lips together before kneeling  \ndown, his cock thrumming against his abdominal muscles as it  \ncontinues to grow even harder. His eyes are affixed on the platter  \nbeing offered up from between his sister's legs, his hands grasping  \naround her thighs as she gets a firm handle on the black horns  \natop his head. There is something wonderfully exciting about getting  \nher younger brother to service her like this, almost like a position  \nof authority; her mother is far from being the only one in the  \nfamily with such carnal tastes.  \n19  \nHer scent is rising up from her pussy, filling Kao's senses as his  \nsnout brushes past her thighs. It is an electrifying presence swirling  \naround his nostrils and setting fuel to the growing inferno in  \nhis brain and loins. But the blue dragon knows how to eat out a  \nwilling female, especially one as particular as his own kin. As his  \ntongue waggles out, dripping with saliva, he carefully applies it  \ngoing from the bottom to the tip, gliding over and only gently depressing  \ninto the vulva lips' folds of pink flesh. As he does so Kao  \ndraws off more of the dragoness' scent and taste for himself  \nwhich encourages him on another pass and another.  \nThe red dragoness gasps and shudders, her tongue hanging out  \nalmost in empathy, but really in loss of self-control. Her hands  \ngrip tighter around Kao's horns, pulling him in against her flowing  \nnether regions. The blue drake's lips press against the top of  \nher pussy and he kisses her clittoris. That gets a louder response  \nfrom his sister before he opens his mouth and lashes out. His  \ntongue is like a miniature serpent, snaking its way a good couple  \nof inches inside of her. Broad and long, he slips and slides it  \naround as his bottom lip grows wet with his own incessant drooling,  \nmixing in with the juices that are starting to pour from out of  \nFyr's snatch.  \n\"Fuck! That's a g-good little br-brother!\" Fyr says as her eyes  \nroll in their sockets and she can feel herself riding from one peak  \nto the next, her vagina spasming out as she reaches her first orgasm.  \nKao makes some kind of response even with his snout buried  \nbetween his sister's legs, she takes it for a muffled acceptance.  \nThis goes on for yet another five whole minutes of female domination,  \nleaving Fyr in a bit of delirious state. Her hands loosen  \naround Kao's black horns as she slumps back into the car, feeling  \nthe driver stick uncomfortably positioned near underneath and  \n20  \nnear the base of her long tail. The male dragon comes away from  \nbetween his sibling's legs, his mouth and face covered in drool  \nand female juices, tongue swirling around the edges of his lips before  \nretreating back inside for a well deserved rest.  \nHer brother does not say a word for what comes next. Maybe it  \nis because of the implied role reversal, or maybe his tongue really  \nis just that tired and cramped feeling. Either way as he grabs his  \nsister, yanking her out from the car and spreading her on to the  \nbonnet, she does not put up any resistance to him. The only responses  \nshe gives are things like flexing her round juicy ass as he  \ngrabs it and spreads her open. He wets two fingers before jutting  \nthem inside and against her rear entrance, her tail hiking even  \nhigher and a light squeal coming from the girl as he simultaneously  \nloosens and lubricates her sphincter. Kao's cock is already  \nmore than lubed enough, having developed a shiny wet lair of  \npre-ejaculate in its time spent hard against his belly.  \nSo with her splayed out in front of him Kao presses his point,  \nliterally. Fyr suddenly comes to as if she had been drugged up until  \nfeeling her brother starting to enter her so kinkily. Her claws  \nstart scraping against the paint as she forgets herself and her  \nwings rise up, nearly smacking Kao in the face. He manages to  \navoid being smacked and holds her by the waist as he thrusts forward  \nbetween her clenching buttocks. She had promised him this  \nbut even Ropes usually takes a little more time. As his balls come  \nslapping against her she roars out feeling him throb inside of her  \ntight little hole. Why is her family so kinky? The answer is lost in  \nthe sound of balls slapping as Kao fucks his sister over the shiny  \nnew car. The groceries will have to wait.  \n21  \nFamily Dues  \nRopes had not noticed the red stripes along her back until now.  \nThey are not exactly as thick nor as dense as a tiger or a zebra  \nmight have them, but they are still there, like a predator's camouflage.  \nFor now he is just standing behind his mother-in-law, admiring  \nher large womanly figure; maybe he is coming to an appraisal.  \nThe part he really enjoys about this calm before the storm  \nis the way she is struggling. Ass wiggling, arms and thighs bulging,  \nmouth making all the muffled noise it can with an actual  \napple tied against and inside of it, unable to bite all the way down.  \nOver the course of ten, maybe fifteen minutes by now, the demon  \npuma has accomplished quite a lot. There just happened to  \nbe enough durable cloth between the bedsheets and the drapes to  \ncreate enough makeshift rope to tie the dragoness up nice and  \nproper. Using the columns of the four-poster bed he has suspended  \nher just above the mattress. Her belly sort of brushes against  \nit a little as she sways from one side to the other. It is a little  \namusing to the feline really. There must be plenty of married men  \nwho want to metaphorically hogtie their mother-in-laws; he just  \nso happens to have been given the opportunity.  \n\"Do you remember the safety word?\" He asks her as he trails  \none claw from underneath her tied up tail to the base of her spine.  \n\"Mmmf!\" Sasha replies.  \n\"Good.\"  \nWith his tentacles now free from having to hold the reptile  \ndown Ropes can have a little more kink with paying his family  \ndues. Sadly though Ropes will have to wrap this up soon if he  \ndoes not want his newlywed and brother-in-law to interrupt  \nthem. He starts with the most obvious of things. Drawing one of  \n22  \nthe tentacles up first, Fyr can see the silhouette of it projected on  \nthe wall in front of her moments before it comes down with a  \ncracking sound.  \n\"MMMF!\" Sasha screams with the apple gag in her mouth as  \nRopes starts to whip her big blue ass.  \n\"Stationary targets are so much fun.\" Ropes says. Now he  \nbrings a second tentacle into play, timing the whips one a split  \nsecond after the preceding one.  \nRopes is unable to resist from continuing this disciplining session  \nuntil the normally cobalt blue cheeks of the mature dragoness  \nhave become a slightly more subtly purple shade in obvious  \nmarks where he has been whipping, and occasionally spanking  \nwith his paws. The big cat now stands back to take in his artwork  \nwhilst Sasha is still wriggling against her bonds unable to break  \nthem. As she continues to sway the puma's ears twitch and he  \nlooks up and to the sides where the bed's wooden columns are  \nlooking less and less sturdy. Another reason to move on to the  \nmain course as his penis rises to the occasion.  \nSasha can feel her son-in-law standing behind her now. His  \ndick hotdogging between her sore buttocks. His paws squeezing  \nboth cheeks tighter around himself, claws digging in as he lightly  \nthrusts up and down. The dragoness starts to wonder if he is going  \nto do anal, and if so is he going to go in dry? But such a fear is  \nquickly allayed as Ropes procures a bottle of baby oil with one of  \nhis tentacles shifted to a squid sucker head. He pops the cap and  \nstarts drizzling it over her. The clear oily liquid quickly warms as  \nit spreads around the dragoness' bulbous rump and he starts to  \nwork it in using both hands.  \n\"I found the oil in one of your drawers over there, I hope you  \ndon't mind my using it.\" Ropes tells her, sure that this is exactly  \nthe kind of thing that she keeps it for.  \n23  \nTwo of his tentacles, shifted into their phallic heads, writhe in  \nbetween the blue woman's legs and starts pressing in against her  \npussy. Sasha begins to squeal against the apple gag once again as  \nher body tries to resist the violating tentacles. But her mild  \nprotests are both fake and futile. Ropes growls as he feels her  \nsqueeze around his tentacles, two at a time is marginally thicker  \nthan his feline dick and she is a tight girl. But the tentacles are  \nonly the beginning as the claws on the ends of his thumbs dig in  \nspreading her oiled up ass cheeks apart.  \nMore muffled noises now as Ropes starts to poke with the head  \nof his throbbing member at her petite tail hole. Sasha's wings are  \ntrying to break free from the makeshift harness that holds them,  \nthe entire room is now filled with the sound of the creaking bed  \nposts and the scent of male and female into their second round of  \nrutting. Will she scream or perhaps even try to roar with the gag  \non he wonders. The cat's curiosity, not to mention arousal, compels  \nhim to steady himself and thrust forward, plunging into the  \ndragoness' other rear entrance with a mostly smooth and definitely  \npenetrating motion.  \nHe growls, teeth barring. She roars, muted by the gag.  \nHer ass is even better than her pussy was, though maybe that is  \nunsurprising considering she has already born children; or at  \nleast eggs Ropes guesses not exactly sure on reptile breeding logistics.  \nBut now his thoughts are already devolving into a collection  \nof instinctual urges. His arms wrap themselves around the  \ndragoness waist, pulling her back from the harness before his hips  \nthrust forward and the motion of his cock driving into her ass  \nswings Sasha forward again. Together they rock in this fashion,  \nfaster and faster, louder and louder still.  \nNot to be outdone by the feline's barbed cock drilling down  \ninto the dragon's plump rump, his tentacles are joined by their  \n24  \ntwo brothers. Together they four tentacles start taking turns, like  \npistons, never entering more than two at the same time into her  \nincreasingly loosening pussy. Sasha tries to hold herself together,  \nfrom both instinct and voluntary instruction contracting her vaginal  \nwalls and trying to keep herself from being nothing more than  \na used whore. And yet the demon puma's not so erratic fucking of  \nboth of her holes is quickly taking its toll out on her both physically  \nand mentally.  \nBoth of their bodies are damp with perspiration; Sasha's sweat  \nis rolling off in beads soaking the bedding below, whilst Ropes' is  \ncausing his fur cling against his body. However he loves the feeling  \nof it, and of his mother-in-law's holes. His paws start moving  \nup along her torso as he clambers up with his paws balancing on  \nthe edge of the bed. Resting between her wings he reaches up to  \ncup her breasts in both paws and all of a sudden the dragoness'  \nroars. It is muffled of course, but the volume is all too obvious as  \nit vibrates through her entire frame to a degree by which Ropes  \ncan even feel the shockwaves around his cock and tentacles.  \n\"OH FUCK YEAH!\" He exclaims, happy to finally have the  \nblue dragoness rolling from one orgasm to the next, feeling her  \nlose a constant action of resisting his violating organs and instead  \nresponding on pure instinct. This is where he fucks her brains  \nout, so to speak.  \nWith his new position closer to her body the big cat starts using  \nmore rapid, closer movements to her ass. His cock stays buried  \ninside of her, with only short thrusts serving as any real fucking.  \nMeanwhile his tentacles have managed to loosen her up enough  \nthat more than two are able to squeeze up inside. Of course he  \nhas to adjust them a little, but the serpentine appendages are finally  \ncoming up altogether on a buffer of drooling pre. They twist  \nand turn together whilst inside the female, stretching her pussy  \n25  \nout and reaching erogenous zones that the dragoness never knew  \nshe had until today.  \nAfter the quick fire earlier Ropes has enough stamina and selfcontrol  \nnow that he carries on ploughing Sasha for the next ten  \nminutes. But all good things must come to an end, and as the columns  \ncreak and the dragoness groans into the cherry coloured  \napple, Ropes is finally ready to blow. She can feel it too. His  \nthrusting is slowing down and even his paws are less zealous with  \ntheir playful time on her nipples. Ropes is panting heavily, his  \nsweaty body almost slopped down on top of her. The cat shivers  \nand stops for a second, his loins dangerously close to boiling over.  \nThe blue dragoness is not even conscious enough to try and  \nflex her ass and force him to come as she feels him pulling out.  \nHer limbs are limp, eyelids drooping, jaw tired and vagina most  \ndefinitely feeling sore now as his tentacles slow and stop, just sitting  \nbetween her legs as if a knot of vines have sprouted out from  \nher vulva. Ropes purrs as he now sets his cock between her still  \nsmoothly oiled butt cheeks. Getting up from her back he takes a  \nmoment to take in the sight of the worn and thoroughly fucked  \nreptile. He smacks her right cheek and that gets a response in a  \nstartled though muffled shout.  \n\"Are you ready?\" He asks between his heavy panting.  \n\"Mmmf.\" Sasha hangs her head forward, knowing what is  \nabout to come.  \n\"Good.\"  \nWith his cock wedged into her ass crack Ropes squeezes both  \nside together and thrusts one last time. His loins lift up and he  \nmakes a low and stead growl that builds up into a howling roar in  \na matter of seconds. Puma seed roils and rushes along not only  \nhis phallus, but his tentacle-cocks too and both erupt all over and  \ninside of the tired female. It is quite something really and even  \n26  \nfrom her awkward position Sasha can see the shadow of a long  \nstream of fluid rising up before it comes back down against her  \nback, wings and head too.  \nSimultaneous to his cock erupting like Mt Vesuvius over from  \nbetwixt'd the two blue half moons, there is another eruption from  \nbetween her legs. Sasha's eyes screw shut as she feels the tentacles  \nstill resting, and throbbing, just inside of her pussy burst  \nforth with copious amounts of semen all of their own, presumably  \nfrom the same supply as the first. She makes another muffled roar  \nas she feels all of that seed from her daughter's husband pour into  \nand fill up not only her vaginal canal, but the womb beyond. Indeed  \nit feels as if any crevice beneath her stomach is being injected  \nwith enough spunk under pressure for a hooker's lifetime.  \n\"Ooh yeah, just like that.\" Ropes says with a shiver running  \nalong his spine and tail making his fur stand on end. \"B-But, we  \nought to get you cleaned up real fast now, huh mom?\"\n\n  \n  \n\n"}