Cuckolded by Her Mother Ch. 09

And the dragoness was keen to do just that, squeezing her paw around Sasha's thigh as the dragoness rocked against her as if she was wearing the strap-on again, fucking her mouth with raw, lustful abandon. Dominant to her core, Sasha snarled and forced Fyr's muzzle right up to her cunt, fingers cramping up, as she climaxed with a feral howl.

There was little draconian about that howl, but Fyr had no scope in which to pull away as Sasha's juices squirted around her fingers, the dragoness producing far, far more evidence of her arousal than she had ever shown before. Lewdly, she spread her legs and let the heady, creamy juices pool on the floor beneath her, leaning forward as if she was rocking her hips back on an imaginary male - no, of course, it'd be ropes, of course him - even as she held her daughter forcibly to her pussy to glean every last drop of pleasure she possibly could.

Her orgasm seemed to roll on forever, but Fyr was right there to carry her through it, wrapping an arm around the older dragon's waist as she swayed and threatened to collapse to the floor. She'd never before seen her mother's legs shake quite that badly and gave her pussy one last, admittedly concerned lap, as she drew her soaked fingers out and steadied Sasha as her tail fell slack.

"Oh..." Sasha blinked and turned her head from side to side as if she was seeing the barn for the very first time. "My, that was a strong one!"

Even Fyr had to laugh, supporting her mother over to a square of straw where she collapsed, tail hanging limply over the side.

"I was going to say that you recovered fast there, but now I'm not so sure."

Kneeling beside Sasha, Fyr rested her cheek on her mother's stomach as the dragoness sprawled, breasts still clad in her new bra - at least, Fyr hadn't had the good fortune to see that one before - over the bale as if it was her throne. She touched her fingers to her collar bone and took a deep breath, eyes half-closed.

"Darn it, sugar, you are really the good little dragoness now, aren't you?"

Fyr blushed and looked down. But any response she would have been able to give died on her lips as the barn door banged open.

A very familiar cougar stalked into the barn with his tail lashing and whiskers quivering, Fyr's husband turning his glowing, white eyes from stall to stall. But it was all a ruse: he already knew exactly where his quarry was as he rounded the corner to them with a low, throaty growl.

"Well," he said, almost conversationally. "Fancy seeing my lady here."

He wasn't looking at Fyr. As her husband stared hungrily at Sasha, panting lightly with his black lips parted, Fyr shuffled into the background. Her time was over, at least for the moment. Licking her mother's juices off her lips, she laid her still wet paw on her thigh, eyes bright and eager as she resisted the urge to sit in too close to the action that was bound to unfold.

"Ropes!" Sasha flung her arm out on the bale of straw, back arched and tail helping her get into the position as if she was putting herself quite on show. "Darling! I didn't think you were ever coming!"

"Oh, I would never keep a lady waiting... But I knew you had something to entertain you here too."

Fyr gulped. Something? Was that something her? He spoke about her as if she was an object. Her pussy lips rubbed against her panties, slick and wet with her own arousal. Closing her eyes, she exhaled a sigh, shoulders pushing back. Oh, some feelings were simply too sweet for words...

Sasha, however, rose and flounced past Ropes, letting the cougar barely catch a whiff of her arousal as she halted back before the very stall she'd christened with her juices. Spreading her arms wide, she gestured to it with obvious excitement, barely keeping from bouncing on the balls of her hind paws like a teenager all over again. Fyr smiled. So that was where she'd gotten that particular trait from...

"Look what she did for us! For him!"

Him? But how could she...

"One suitable pursuit for a fine, strong young cougar..."

Ropes wrapped his arms around Sasha from behind and purred, resting his head on her shoulder. The dragoness leaned back into his embrace as if she'd been doing it her whole life and something inside Fyr pulled.

Damn...

"Or a dragon," Sasha countered, the conversation moving on whether or not Fyr was paying attention to it. "You don't know yet."

The cougar's eyes flashed.

"We will know."

The implications of that Sasha would not know as Ropes took that opportunity to unhook her bra and free her larger bosom. The dragoness gasped as her nipples perked into the cool air, but they were not cold for long as the cougar's paws teased over them, rubbing and squeezing her nipples up and out into taut, hard peaks. Fyr's breath caught, even seeing them from a side-on view, tucked away ready to serve both of them if they so chose to make use of her attentions.

The cougar scooped up the dragoness as if she weighed nothing at all, paws folded over her stomach. Fyr started, but Sasha only playfully swung her hind paws and kicked off her sandals, giggling and squealing like a much younger dragoness. Fyr smiled. Her husband seemed to bring that out in her.

But the cougar hefted her off and round the corner of the stall that had first taken their attention so, leaving Fyr behind like a second place trophy. Heading into a section of the barn that really needed a bit more work than she'd had the time to give it, she gasped - not even realising the comedy of her situation - their laughs turned to growls and Fyr's stomach dropped.

"Hang on!" She shouted, scrambling to leap to her feet, but only finding her knees connected with the concrete all the more swiftly for her lack of care. "You can't go in there - I haven't finished it yet!"

The area they'd stumbled into, hardly caring where they were in their lust, was a wash stall - or at least it was going to be, complete with cross ties and a drain in the floor. It was still filled with pieces of timber and a box of nails that Fyr was trying to repurpose, rather than buying all new ones when she had mismatched sets that could be used, even if they weren't pretty. She liked to be resourceful like that, but it wasn't the most sensual spot for a couple to enjoy one another's company, she had to admit.

Ropes and Sasha didn't seem to care, however, the dragoness curling her tail up against his crotch as the cougar purred, whiskers quivering. Fyr bit her lip. They were more concerned with getting what they wanted from each other than the suitability of their surroundings.

It was kind of hot, in its way.

"What's this?" Sasha giggled and prodded a few bales of straw with a toe as Ropes held her cheekily aloft. "Fyr, darling, have you been lying down on the job? How are you ever going to get the barn all done up for us when you're sleeping and sitting here and not doing what you're supposed to be doing?"

Fyr's cheeks burned as she caught up to them - she hadn't been sleeping! She'd had to balance some planks, putting together a configuration that would brace the wall in case of an animal striking out at it - that was why the straw bales were there! But neither of them were ready to listen to her as they instead used the straw as a far more carnal perch, Ropes crashing his dragoness down onto it with feral abandon.

The thud with which her mother's body hit the straw made Fyr quake with concern, but the dragoness appeared wholly unharmed as Ropes moved over her, already going to unbutton his jeans with the single-minded determination that had made Fyr fall in love with him initially. Well, it was one of the things, at least.

As her mother arched her back up to him and the cougar shook himself out of his t-shirt and jeans, Fyr perched quietly with her back to one of the dividing walls, the planks smooth and warming against her shoulder blades. Licking her lips, she trembled: she could still taste her mother there.

Sometimes she swore that her husband had a window directly into her mind, as he chose that very moment to push his nose between Sasha's legs, swiping his tongue lewdly across her cunt to draw her essence into his mouth. Lapping slowly and deeply, the cougar rumbled a growl and lashed his tail, eyes lighting up as if he'd uncovered something secret and illicit.

"Had some fun with my wife, have you, sweetheart?" He murred, as if he actually had to ask the question. "She does have such a good muzzle to use, doesn't she?"

Fyr blushed, but no one was looking at her.

"Yesssss," Sasha replied in a hiss. "Oh yes, she does indeed... But it's nothing compared to your cock, kitten?"

Ropes' eyes flashed and Fyr's breath caught in her throat. Her mother was pushing it a little far with the names! Ropes would never stand for that! Against herself, she curled her paws into fists and tipped forward, eyes intent on the action as if something delightful was about to unfold before her. And, oh, she was far from wrong. Only what was to come was something that not a single one of the trio would have been able to predict.

The cougar's paws slammed into the concrete as he stood, Sasha barely managed to wriggle round onto all fours atop the straw before his cock pressed up to her needy pussy. And, even though she'd just gotten off, her body raged with lust and the dragoness wound her tail lightly around the back of the cougar's back as he rammed in. There was no need to be slow or gentle and Ropes could hardly not be certain of her readiness, her silken soaked passages wrapping around him in the perfect fit.

For that's just what they were slowly becoming for each other.

The first thrust took Fyr's breath away - and she wasn't even the one getting fucked. The slap of flesh on scales was jaw-dropping in its intensity, but neither Sasha nor Ropes seemed to have any concern for their own wellbeing as their bodies moved together in raw, breeding lust. The dragoness stared, her lower jaw falling as Ropes' claws bit fiercely into her mother's hips, digging past her scales to draw a trickle of blood. Neither of them paused and, if anything, her mother's moans grew even louder, Sasha's shoulders rounded as she bore down on her paws to rock her whole body back into her lover's thrusts.

Fyr stared. She couldn't have taken it if Rope tried to fuck her like that. There'd be broken bones!

The dragoness getting fucked, however, begged to differ with the concept of how rough her partner was being, even when the twine around the bale beneath them snapped. Straw spilt out and the bale collapsed beneath the lovers, hurling them to the side as one side came apart more swiftly than the other. Sasha and Ropes crashed to the floor with a sickening thud, rolling to the side where she could see neither of their faces.

"Fuck!"

The expletive burst from Fyr's lips before she could call it back, but she couldn't spare a moment to slap her paw over her mouth as she rushed forward to see if they were okay. Ropes, however, did not even pause in his thrusts, bringing his paw down into the concrete with such brute force that he left a crack in the floor, hairline fractures spreading out from the point of impact.

Fyr blinked. That wasn't normal. That was very not normal.

He didn't seem to even notice, or perhaps care that they were on the floor of the wash stall, surrounded by timber and apparently further demolishing it to under the work Fyr had put in.

"Are you okay? Ropes? Mom?"

But neither of them answered. Holding Sasha's leg up as they fucked on their sides, Fyr was treated to a front row seat as she awkwardly crouched, trying to check them over for injuries. Sasha didn't take note of her presence, jaws hanging open lustfully as her stomach rippled, clearly clenching with every drive of Ropes' cock, though whether or not she got any extra sensation from doing so, Fyr could not tell. They didn't seem to be hurt at all, at least, and the only spots of blood on her mother's scales were clearly from the tiny pin-pricks of Ropes' feline claws.

Fyr's husband's eyes locked onto hers and she reeled from their intensity, falling back over onto her own tail as she scrambled to get away.

"This, Fyr," he snarled, eyes alight with a particular kind of glow that she had never seen before. "This is why you were never enough for a demon. You can't do this with me."

The words shocked her to the core, every muscle in her body tensing and releasing within a split second. Blood roared in her ears, but it was true, she knew it was true. She couldn't take Ropes' cock like he wanted her to, as a strong dragoness with a pussy and body that could withstand the force of his lust.

Then why could her mother?

There wasn't time to think about that, but it was something she had to consider later, perhaps when she was alone in her own space to mull it over. Most likely when Ropes and Sasha were again engaged with one another, showing off just how hard they could go at it without her assistance, her love or even without her being around.

Spite was a dark and poisonous nuance and it crept into her heart, threatening to overcome the love she'd nurtured there. Every moan Ropes got from her mother was one that should have come from her lips and, as the cougar stood with Sasha in his arms, impaled on his demonic shaft, the work she'd done on the stall was slowly demolished.

The cougar growled as he jumped forward, each step drawing another fracture in the concrete, and slammed Sasha into the wall. This time, Fyr did not worry for their safety but cried out as the half-finished wall split beneath them, a cross-tie point ripping free from the wall as Ropes tried to use it for leverage. The feline's aggression openly spurred Sasha on and the dragoness howled for more as she arched her back, rolling her hips back into him with such force that he was shoved back, only to drive into her again with renewed, raw ferocity.

And that was the end of it, or so it seemed for her work. Sasha growled right back at Ropes as she slipped off his cock, only to jump back into his arms and send him staggering back, lips crushed to his. Their kiss throbbed, passion rising and cock driving back into her, the dragoness wrapping her legs around his waist for leverage, if only to fuck him back all the harder. Witness to such furious, lustful sex, all Fyr could do was shakily perch on one of the straw bales and watch as they enjoyed one another, ignorant to everything around them even as Ropes put a paw through the wall, gripping Sasha so tightly that it was truly a wonder that he didn't break her.

And his tentacles were far from idle too, writhing and twisting madly as he thrust himself closer and closer to orgasm. They curled around and caressed every inch of his lover's naked body, adoring hips and thighs with the lightest, most loving of touches, completely against the roughness of his thrusts and otherwise demeanour. Everything seemed like it shouldn't have really gone together, tenderness and roughness intermingling in a cocktail of exotic flavours that Fyr could never have hoped to replicate herself.

Sasha moaned, clinging to Ropes as she dug her fingers into his fur. There was barely any warning as to her oncoming orgasm until she threw her head back and shrieked, wings flaring and claws digging into her lover in a way that had to be painful. The cougar didn't care - like with everything else they'd treated one another to - and drove her back into a post, using it to hold the dragoness stable at the entrance to the broken wash stall until it too crumbled and they both collapsed in orgasmic bliss.

Ropes' buttocks worked, tail lashing as if he was stalking prey, through orgasm, clenching and tightening in such a way that Fyr knew meant he was delivering rope after rope of fertile demonic seed into her mother's steamy passage. Already pregnant, there was no way he could impregnate her for a second time until their little one was born, but Fyr dimly thought it right for him to not waste his seed. It could not have been pumped into a better lover for him, one able to take him to the roaring, snarling demonic heights that she had simply never been able to reach.

Sitting quietly, Fyr hugged her own tail lightly to her chest as they came down from their joint high, so perfectly timed that it was almost as if they'd planned to orgasm together. But, as they relaxed, their bodies disentangling, they could not fail to notice the devastation they'd caused.

Ropes laughed, flicking his tail, but Sasha gaped in horror, the laugh that burbled up from her throat one that was not from humour but something bred from shock. Fyr peered closely at her. Was that a tint of something else in her eyes? But then the moment had passed and her mother stood, cum drooling from her pussy in a lewd slather down her inner thighs. Fyr groaned. Every bit of her wanted to push her nose into that mess and lick her mother clean, but she had to show restraint, exercise restraint.

After all, her loving dominants had not ordered her to clean them off yet. Her cheeks burned. They were rubbing off on her, or at least getting her to act how they wanted her to. It was a good thing she liked it too.

A very good thing.

"I can't believe we did this!" Ropes chortled, whiskers shivering as he slung an arm around Sasha's waist and tenderly leaned into her. "Sasha - are you seeing this?"

The dragoness shook her head slowly, casting a look that may have been guilt or something less or something more at her daughter, perched with her tail cradled to her chest as if for something to hold.

"I guess we were a little rougher than usual," Sasha murmured, pressing her fingers to her lips as she surveyed the damage. "Fyr... I'm so sorry."

Her daughter started. When had she ever heard those words from her mother's lips? Fyr rubbed the back of her neck and shook her head, sliding her fingers down to cup the base of her own neck as if for some sense of stability.

"It's not a problem," she said, although her heart twisted at the thought of the extra work stretching out before her - there wasn't enough time to do everything! "I'll get it done next weekend, properly this time."

But her mother was shaking her head and holding up her paws, Fyr inwardly taking a step back from the situation as she, quite gladly, allowed her superior to take control. It was better that way. It meant she didn't have to worry about it and there was a certain liberty and luxury in the submissiveness she'd found suited her like a scale on her tail.

They'd help, Sasha said, lips moving as a genuine smile brightened her face. It was funny how the dragoness' attitude changed when she no longer felt that she had to assert her control and her dominance over the situation, though the thought was far from the forefront of Fyr's mind. Ropes stepped up to Sasha's side, sliding an arm around her shoulders as she relaxed into the cougar and leaned into him, one of his tentacles slipping around her lower back to find her paw and squeeze around it - a secret version of a handhold.

Fyr's heart throbbed, painfully. He'd never done anything like that with her. Why so tender with Sasha? But she already knew the answer to that question and it both made her heart sing and her stomach plummet.

Another time. She thrust the notion away. She could consider that at another time. Although it would eventually have to be addressed, she only wanted to languish in their assistance and leadership, letting them direct her and utilise where she had areas of expertise rather than floundering with the order of things herself. For a dragoness needed direction in her life and her husband and her mother provided every drop of that she could ever have needed.

As they moved broken timber out of the foaling stall, the gate hanging off its hinges, Fyr smiled to herself and hummed a lullaby, imagining all the good that was to come. The work soothed her worried mind and she leaned into Ropes as he brushed past her, the cougar's white eyes glowing briefly with something that she hoped still was affection for her, if not something deeper. But he would always be there for her, if not quite in the same way as before; that she knew without a doubt.