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The tiniest flicker of annoyance crossed her muzzle and then the dragoness purred like a kitten herself, the tip of her tail twitching as he hammered up into her with all the passion he could muster. Fyr shivered. He'd fucked her in the same position only a couple of nights ago. She couldn't decide which view she liked more: the one where she saw his muscled rump rising and falling, cock inside another female, or his toned chest as he bred her.
Sasha pricked her claws into his chest; the cougar shuddered, yowling reproachfully.
"Such a brute... However will we teach a cougar like you manners?"
Ropes bared his teeth, ears sliding back as his eyes gleamed.
"Perhaps you need more than what I've been giving you."
Sasha didn't have the chance to ask what the cougar meant before he was sliding from her soaked cunt, uncut cock slick with their combined juices. She could have lunged for him, but instead she growled and submitted to his touch as he flipped her over onto all fours. She even lifted her tail for him in a motion so reminiscent of Fyr that the dragoness ground her thumb against her clit just watching, aching to be there in her position. Yet she would not have given up her front row seat for anything as Ropes guided the tip of his cock up into her cunt and then slammed in with one, crass thrust.
Able to really throw his weight into his thrusts, Ropes let his tentacles go wild, whipping around Sasha to grope and caress her breasts as he pounded her with all the force he could possibly muster. It didn't take much to thrust the already horny and needy dragoness closer to the edge, need obviously rising and rising with each brutal thrust. As much as she liked to take control, there was something primal about Ropes' fucking that made her scales shiver, a ripple running through her body from nose to tail. Sasha's breath caught, a spring winding tighter and tighter inside until she finally could not hold on to any sense of herself for even a second longer.
Fyr's mother howled as she climaxed, head ducking down between her arms as she arched back into Ropes, her tail curved up and over her back. The cougar latched onto it, claws digging in past her scales. They bit and the dragoness only rocked back against him all the harder, gasping and heaving for breath that just didn't seem to be coming easily. Fyr swallowed a groan and drove her fingers into her cunny with all the force she could muster, but her concentration wavered too much to hit all the right notes that would send her whimpering into an orgasm of her own.
With a dragon's cunt rippling and clenching around his cock, Ropes was swift to follow his temporary lover. The cougar's shoulders hunched, tentacles pinching in around Sasha's breasts, hips suddenly pounding in a blue, a jackhammer thrust that would have sent tremors through Fyr's body - if it had been her that he was fucking. But it wasn't. Her paw slipped from her pants, unneeded, as her husband drove in and yowled ferociously, spending himself deep inside her mother's soaked cunt.
Both dragons moaned openly, seeming to no longer care that the other was in the room and very much present, but the cougar only had time for the one beneath him. He purred breathlessly as he pulled back enough to grind his cock into her with sharp, short thrusts, balls pulled up closer to his body as they churned. He leaned over her back, layering her neck and shoulder blades in soft kisses as Sasha shuddered and grunted, the arch coming back to her back as she basked in the afterglow.
Fyr shivered. If they were anything like they had been last time they'd been together - or at least the first time she'd watched them together - it would not be long before they were at it again. But who would claim the upper paw for round two? There was only one way to find out and Fyr didn't intend to miss a single moment of the fun as they fucked their way around the house. She licked her lips. Her house.
As Ropes nuzzled down her mother's chest, nose tracing the valley between her breasts, Fyr shivered. If nothing else, she had learned one thing from their evening liaison and that wasn't simply how aroused watching them made her. Fyr inhaled slowly, filling her lungs with air as if preparing herself for some grand proclamation. But her revelation was just for her, only her, and she let the breath out again, lips pulling into a smile as her loins ached for a deeper release.
I'll be a CuckQuean for as long as he'll let me.
