Cheating with His Brother Ch. 02

The tentacle squirmed its way into her, separate from her own mind in a way that it could have felt like another teasing her if she imagined hard enough. It still twisted against her arm and stomach as she rocked her hips into its penetration, encouraging it to thrust deeper - all the way up to her inner barrier where Fyr could not reach - with little moans. They burst from her lips one after the other, uncontrollable and a far cry from the fake moans that she'd let out, from a sense of convention only, when her husband was buried inside her.

Ropes groaned and rolled her hips, sliding further and further down on the sofa until her hips hung off it, allowing her just the right angle to thrust hard and deep. Her eyes glowed fiercely, demonic nature flooding to the surface as her lips parted in a smile that was half a snarl, yet a burning one of lust that could not otherwise be contained - whether she wanted to hold herself back or not.

Ropes bared her teeth and rasped a chuckle, tentacle grinding over her clit as it ground back and forth. Just maybe the evening wasn't lost completely after all.

And then the doorbell rang.

Ropes jumped as if she'd been stung, a tentacle hovering before her dripping with her juices. Glancing at the closed living room window curtains, she gave a soft mewl and, without thinking, lapped off her own arousal from the appendage, her own tail twitching gently back and forth. How could anyone not want her? To bury their muzzle between her thighs and lap until she squirmed and thrashed in demonic, orgasmic bliss?

The doorbell buzzed again, an insistent ring that thrummed through her fantasy, forcing her back to the cold, harsh world of reality.

She rose with a grumble, adjusting her clothes so that it didn't look quite like she'd been pleasing herself in the living room of her home. It was probably Fyr coming home early, though he hadn't been gone all that long. Maybe he'd gotten a flat tyre halfway down the drive? She laughed shortly, the sound devoid of humour as she moseyed, at her own pace, down the hallway each step taking a moment longer than the one before it. It would be just like him to struggle with changing a tyre or to give up and go home after getting a flat.

But the dragon that greeted her on the other side of the threshold was not her husband.

As if he'd intended to visit her that night all along, Kao stood there, a light mist of rain settling over his scales in the drizzle outside. Jaw dropping, Ropes blinked dumbly for a moment, lust gripping her in a freezing, demobilising kind of way. Only her tentacles were active, writhing and reaching for her husband's brother as if they too wanted to drag him in and do one thing - and one thing alone - to the very, very lucky drake.

The blue dragon smiled, lips tucking up softly at the corners. There was a sense of her husband's gentleness in his eyes, but she could forgive that as, perhaps, something that merely ran in the family. She shivered, closing her mouth as her eyes simmering with white-hot lust.

"Did you miss me?"

Oh, could his voice have been any more suave, curling into her soul as if he knew just what she was thinking? Although what she was thinking probably wasn't all that difficult to anticipate, with the smirk on her lips and the sensuous sway of her long, leonine tail.

"Kao..." She breathed. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

She may have been a demon, but the porch light encircling his silhouette may as well have been a halo for how happy the mere sight of him made her.

"Oh, I wouldn't have said that," he rumbled, stepping over the threshold and allowing the door to close on his heels. "Only that I had to do the right thing and at least wait until my brother was out before I came over just to see his, may I say exceptionally beautiful, wife."

Ropes grinned and allowed the drake to push her back against the wall, although no one would have said that he was truly in control. The play drew her tentacles into a frenzy, however, tail and tentacles alike whipping around as if they had suddenly all quite been possessed with minds of their own. Above her head, the hallway lamp buzzed and flickered, the better brother kissing his way down her throat to a chorus of soft, needy moans.

"Did you orchestrate this?" She murmured, though she didn't really care. "Fyr going out tonight? You know he fucked me earlier."

"Did you like it?"

"Not one bit."

She sucked in a breath, tension crackling between them in the heartbeat before his lips descended on hers. And she moaned into the kiss, tentacles wrapping around him - how refreshing to find one who welcomed her demonic heritage too! - as she pulled him to her, forcing his body up against hers as her shoulder blades dug into the wall. She was pinning herself there, but her pussy clenched down on nothing, aching for the shaft that only he could deliver, her head pleasurably spinning with lust and not a trace of alcohol on the sexy drake's breath.

It would be all the sweeter for coming naturally - not that she was against helping a drake out a little too, of course, just to get him in the mood. It was a shame that her pheromones didn't seem to work all that well on Fyr, but the same certainly could not be said for Kao who had groaned and drank in her scent with greedy gulps of beer breath as they fucked for the first time.

But without those pheromones, the little tease, every sensation was heightened. She barely felt herself moving into the living room, guided by Kao's paws, but she took in just how his scales felt on her fur, making her shiver and push into his touch. His tongue wrapped hotly around her own, showing her what wonders a draconic tongue was actually capable of, and she hissed like a wildcat into the kiss, deepening it and dragging his head back along with hers.

The sofa hit her legs and she tumbled backwards into the very same spot in which she'd been pleasuring herself what seemed like hours ago, only she had a very willing partner with her the second time around. Ropes groaned and forced her knee up between Kao's legs, rolling along the line of his throbbing bulge as he gasped and, subconsciously, rolled his eyes back into his skull. She smirked. She liked a drake that liked it rough.

She liked it even better when they gave as good as they go too.

He snarled into her mouth as he kissed her, tongue invaded and wrapping around hers. Purring, a deep, throbbing hum, she drove him back, allowing his tongue into her maw, but only for a moment and only as she pleased. Need, however, forced her on, breath raking harshly through her lungs as she dragged her claws down his chest, tearing his shirt straight down the front. She hadn't even noticed what he was wearing, but the overwhelming desire in her lustful mind and heart at that very moment was solely to relinquish him of it, through any means possible.

With the shreds of his shirt hanging from his shoulders, Kao reeled away, jaws agape.

"Ropes!"

But it was hardly an admonishment as he growled and grabbed her muzzle, sealing her lips in yet another kiss

Feed, her inner self hissed, a demanding corner of her mind pushing her endlessly on to the goal of mating. I must feed.

She had no true worry of Kao turning her down or turning tail, but it seemed best to push him on, an urgency that was mirrored by the drake, his tail pushing up between her legs. Groaning, she slipped back, lips breaking from his, and yowled as he ground his tail back and forth along the line of her erotically dampened silk underwear, a pair that Fyr had never gotten to see. And he never would, after Kao was good and done with her, at least for this session.

"Hurry," he breathed. "I told him an old friend would be at the bar, but they won't be there forever."

"So you did plan this."

She didn't know why that excited her more, but that delicious little shiver that ran through her couldn't be attributed to anything else. The demon took matters into her own paws and shredded her own shirt, almost casually nicking herself with a claw if only to taste the bite of a drop of blood on her own claws, a nuance of the delight that their liaison could bring, if only she was bold enough to take it. Her panties met the same treatment, though she could not have said when she managed to get out of her jeans: it was all but a blur. A hot, lustful blur.

Kao's mouth overwhelmed her as she took his cock into her paw, tentacles wrapping around to massage and caress his balls - not that the drake needed any extra stimulation to get ready. He was already hard and eager, pre-cum drooling from his throbbing shaft as if he was cumming already, but she knew that he had much, much more to give.

She dropped to her knees, slithering off the sofa as she shrugged out of what was left of her blouse, smirking at how Kao's jeans tangled around his ankles. If the drake tripped and fell, well, she would chuckle, but then he would be hers, all hers, the hunter becoming the prey. Moaning softly, she took his cock into her mouth and gasped as he slammed right up into the back of her throat, giving her the rough treatment that she'd yearned to take and deliver for so very long.

Hissing, Kao grabbed her head and leaned over her, hips working as he did no less than fuck her muzzle like the dominant drake she wished, just a little, that Fyr was. She nearly came right then and there. Eyes rolling back into her head, Ropes bobbed and slurped on his cock, only letting her teeth graze his shaft once or twice, just to remind him who was really in charge. Her tentacles wound around him, rubbing down his lower back and buttocks as they pressed into the gap between him, entwining with his tail and pulling him into her. Each press of her tentacles drove him to ram into her maw with ever increasing intensity, tongue tickling the underside of his shaft as the drake moaned and trembled.

But he could not be satisfied with that forever - and neither could Ropes. Afterwards, neither could have told which of them broke first, but Ropes was suddenly on all fours with her tail lifted for the drake to push into her soaked cunt. She hadn't needed any preparation from his tongue and fingers, snarling as she demanded he fill her, cum with her - over and over again.

And Kao was only too happy a dragon to deliver everything she needed. He leaned over her as he thrust, his body looming and wings flared out as if he was trying to make himself seem bigger and more imposing. But his muscles rippled and tensed as they were and Ropes was hardly not about to give as good as she coat, digging her claws into the carpet as she arched her back and rammed her buttocks back in time with his thrusts.

"Is that all you got, drake?" She growled, the throaty purr rumbling forth like cream from her lips. "Fuck me like you mean it - you've missed this as much as I have!"

Oh, and he had. Chuckling breathlessly, Kao's chest came down across her back as he covered her, hips working to hammer into her. Her demonic self swelled, twisting and writhing as it fed, her own desire for Kao flooding through her like a tidal wave. It crashed down, although there was no ebb to it, no recession while the drake was there, above her, fucking her to what would only be a truly explosive orgasm.

"Oh, yesssss," she hissed. "Yes, fuck me!"

Jaws parted, she could almost drink in his essence as he slammed into her, breath raking through his lungs. The exertion would later make him sore even if she would be left pleasantly craving more. The dragon rasped a breath that may have contained a snarl, slamming his cock all the way up to the cougar's inner barrier with every thrust as if he wanted to drive past it completely, balls slapping her cunny lightly. Ropes' head spun and she looped her tentacles around her partner, driving him on with teasing caresses as he pressed his muzzle to one and kissed the tip.

She couldn't have said if it was that tender touch that pushed her over the edge, but she could not hold back climax any longer. Yowling, the cougar arched and twisted, nearly throwing off her partner altogether, but he clung on, using the weight of his body to the best of his ability to hold her down. Ropes could not hold back her howl of pleasure, eyes closed and wave after wave of ecstasy crashing through her, claiming her demon self as she feasted.

She still could not have said if there would ever be a better partner to feed on than Kao, the drake panting harshly as he raced on towards his own climax, her cunt clenching and squeezing around him as if it wanted to milk every last drop from him. Breathlessly, Ropes rolled her head back. If she had it her way, she'd have him several times over and more before Fyr was back.

But Kao tired and, well, sometimes a male needed a little encouragement too.

Pulling away from him with strength that, truly, the drake could not have known she possessed, Ropes turned about and drew him to his hind paws. Kao followed swiftly, scrambling up with his wet cock bobbing before him, tail swinging as he advanced. Ropes smirked, briefly: he wasn't about to let what he saw as his escape so quickly. And yet she had no intention of evading him either.

The cougar purred as his body pressed up to hers again, paws under her buttocks as he groped, squeezed and took her weight.

"Harder... Fill me, Kao! Fuck me like my husband can't!"

Lips crashing into hers, Kao lifted her up in his arms and drove her back against the living room wall, dislodging a picture frame as he hammered into her, intent on one thing only. And, luckily, it was just what she desired too as she moaned into his muzzle, tentacles entwined with his tail as he thrust her rapidly on her way to another orgasm.

But it was the drake who got there first, carrying her up and along with him on a tide of lust. Kao moaned into her muzzle, his breath but a broken gasp, as he climaxed, filling her with so much cum that copious amounts dripped out from her cunt, her sex obscenely stretched and still able to take more - always more. He jerked and shuddered, body at her whim as the demon sighed and drank and fed, mewling through another orgasm that was all the sweeter for coming so quickly.

Then came down slowly, Kao trembling as he lowered an equally tired cougar - at least, for the moment - back to the carpet. Neither cared for the juices they'd spilled on the pristine carpet (Fyr had insisted early on that they hire a cleaner) and staggered tiredly to the sofa to collapse in each other's arms.

And that was sweeter too - sweeter than it had ever been in the arms of her husband. Ropes sighed. She knew she loved him; she didn't have to ask herself that question, it was something she simply knew in her heart and soul. But the demonic side of her sexual appetite simply had never been satisfied by the drake who had, long ago, stolen her heart and locked it away.

Yet it was no longer solely for his perusal, at least when it came to sex. Nuzzling into Kao's neck, Ropes trailing her claws lightly down his chest, circling a darker patch on his scales that she'd never taken the time to notice before.

But there was something in the drake that gave her pause, a shadow crossing his muzzle. Groaning, he rubbed the back of his paw over his eyes and leaned back, an arm tightening around her. Quietly, she leaned into him, supporting him with the warmth of her body as a tentacle idly stroked down his chest to his stomach, though, for once, it was not for any manner of sexual need.

For she would not have said that she didn't know what was coming. Of course, it was coming. She wouldn't have expected any less from him. There were always the big questions lurking in the background to add nuance to an evening, after all.

"Ropes... Sneaking around my brother..."

He struggled with the words, more than she thought he would, but she let him get there in his own time, brushing his forearm with her fingertips as she purred encouragingly. Just a little more. He needed to get it out. He needed to say it. He needed to know.

"What are we going to do now?" He murmured, his chin resting gently on top of her head. "We can't keep doing this..."

"And why not?"

She felt his grimace, muscles tensing ever so faintly.

"Because it's wrong."

"If it's wrong, why does it feel so right?"

Kao had no answer for her bar a sigh and a tightening of his arms around her, the dragon growling softly as he held her tightly to him and traced his tail up her thigh. Ropes shifted, desire stirring, and squirmed on top of her lover with a dark glint in her pale eyes.

"You want me," she whispered, her voice a breathy hiss. "You want me every single day. You can't think of anything else."

He groaned and shook his head.

"You're his wife."

"And that only makes you want me more."

Kao looked down and she knew, then and there, that she'd hit her mark. She leaned down to kiss him, the embrace at first gentle and then rapidly deepening, searing into a deeper lust that Fyr had never quite managed to rouse in her.

At least she had the better brother in her bed.

Ignorant to the fact that Fyr could be back at any moment, they risked it for the warmth and neediness of each other's bodies, fur and scales coming together in carnal intimacy. Ropes snarled as Kao thrust into her, her sloppy cunt squeezing and rippling around him, and arched up to him, claws pricking into his scales as her tentacles wrapped around his upper arms and thighs, making sure he stayed just where she wanted him. It was, at best, a play on dominance, however, and Kao matched her snarl for snarl as he hammered her sore pussy, teasing that delightful edge of pain along with rising pleasure.

For one orgasm would never be enough when a demon had found a willing mortal on which to feed. And Kao was oh so very willing, filling her up to the brim like a drunk with a replenishing glass. She panted and growled, tentacles tightening to what had to be the point of pain - and yet the drake did not complain, only fucked her harder. He never complained.

Ropes moaned through orgasm, flipping the drake onto his back as she rode him, hips slamming down brutally as her juices squelched out around his thick shaft. The dragon certainly wasn't far behind her, but held off for as long as he could, eyes on the curvaceous beauty before him, her breasts bouncing and nipples perking pinkly through her fur. There could not have been a better sight, or at least not for a horny dragon.

And, when Fyr came home, his brother would be long gone.

But his wife would, finally, be satisfied.