Cuckolded by Her Mother Ch. 14

Of course, she did. Why would I ever have thought any different?

Allowing herself to be towed back into the club, any control Fyr may have ever had over the situation swiftly unravelled. Sasha thrived in the undulating music, dancing her way through the crowd so that she didn't bump or jostle a single person. They moved with her and around her, the dragoness as much a part of them as they were of her in that moment and that moment alone. Fyr did her best to emulate her, but she could not help but flinch away from the music and bodies, all too hot and sweaty and far too close for her personal comfort.

"Here!" Sasha mouthed, though her words were lost to the music. "Back here!"

Sighing, Fyr blinked as she was dragged bodily to the back room. Her mother's demonic strength was certainly a feature that she could have done without, for she had no choice but to follow, even if she would have done so anyway. Her obedience, after all, ran deep.

Kicking open a door set off to the side of the long, main bar, Sasha darted into what had to be a supply closet, cleaning supplies scattered all over the floor with several racks knocked askew. The dragoness could not fail to notice the lock smashed off the door, clearly an area that should have been employees only, if not for a cougar intent on getting his pleasure any way he pleased.

"Sasha!" Fyr hissed. "Get back here!"

But the dragoness disappeared into the expansive room. One could only imagine just how many supplies were needed to ensure a whole club was cleaned - there was even a ride-on floor cleaner and buffer, supposedly also able to sweep up waste from the floor too. Fyr didn't need to hurry after her for long, however, as she nearly fell over her mother hiding behind a rack as she giggled obviously, peering around it like a schoolgirl doing something she really shouldn't have been.

"Look!"

She chuckled throatily, pointing, although Fyr didn't really need her to; she could already see her husband buried balls-deep in a snow leopard. The feline mewled as he ravaged her, clearly helpless to resist the lust and pheromones the demonic cougar could emit at will, even if his prey had to be willing at the end of the day. There was nothing in it for a demon who wanted to rape, except maybe a perverse kind of pride in their own dominance, as it would not sate their lusts and only fire them up even more. Hunger would curdle and ferment in a demon's soul - what was left of it, at least - until they found a suitable partner on which to, more pleasurably, feed.

Ropes purred and nibbled at her neck, bending her back over a wooden box that seemingly was serving as a stand for their liaison. His wife flinched back, but could not drag her eyes away, mixed emotions clashing in her mind. It was worse than when she'd seen her husband fucking her mother for the first time, as much as she'd wanted that illicit thrill of watching them - she'd been the one, after all, who had had the dream to begin with. She'd instigated everything, even if Sasha had been the one to drag it out of her.

Groaning, the dragoness rubbed her forehead, head spinning. What was right and what was wrong? She couldn't feel bad watching her husband plough the sexy little cat, jaws agape as she screeched out her climax, a right little howler. Fyr doubted he even knew the snow leopard's name, intent only on taking his pleasure as his barbs raked through her pussy with each and every thrust.

"Fuck," he snarled, eyes wild and tentacles rising dramatically behind his shoulders. "Gonna..."

He didn't need to let her know, but it was nice of him to warn the leopard before ejaculating inside her, ramming in with a few particularly brutal thrusts as Fyr licked her lips, remembering the taste of his seed on them. It could be here there, getting fucked, if only she was a bolder and braver dragoness than she actually was, for her confidence, although growing, certainly had not risen to the heights of sneaking around for sex in risky locations. She gnawed her lip. Watching it, however... Well, that was another matter.

And, oh, she wanted him more than ever as he fucked the feline through orgasm, cum drooling from her tight pussy as he pounded her. The cougar's eyes burned fiercely and Fyr could only see him, once again, as the demon cougar she'd fallen in love with all those years ago, his lusts rampant and driven on to his ultimate pleasure.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Sasha squeezed an arm around her daughter, letting out a soft murmur of appreciation. The dragoness leaned in close, tail just barely brushing up against Fyr's as if to imply that it had been an accident. Fyr trembled. It was never an accident; everything her mother did was with deliberate intent coming above all else.

"Isn't he just the best, honey?" Sasha breathed in her air, breath warm across the dragoness' scales. "Look at those glutes go... He's a fine specimen of a cougar. You're a very lucky dragoness."

Fyr knew she was lucky, really, but she didn't feel lucky right then and there. All she could feel was longing for the male that she needed inside her, ramming deep and hard to fill her to the brim. It didn't matter that he was fucking someone that neither he nor she had laid eyes on before that night: she had to have him!

Her feet moved without conscious thought, the dragoness stepping from her hiding place as if in a daze of lust, one thought driving her forward.

"Ah-ah, hang on there." Sasha caught her in time, holding her daughter back. "This competition is between me and him, sugar. You wouldn't come close to us in getting sex partners around a club like this anyway!"

Fyr whimpered, but her mother held her fast, refusing to let her go to the only male who could please her. The snow leopard panted heavily, jaws stretched into a goofy, post-orgasmic smile as the cougar trailed a tentacle down her cheek with surprising tenderness. Fyr stiffened. Why could he be so gentle with her and not his own wife? Where had that gone? And why didn't he just fuck her to mark one fuck off on the stupid count of competition he and Sasha had going?

Resentment stirred in the dragoness as Ropes cuddled up to the snow leopard briefly, only taking his time as his softening cock slipped from her. Why didn't the cougar take her instead? Was she no longer good enough for him? Maybe she'd just find someone else to have fun with if the cougar wasn't even willing to use her to score one measly point!

Unbidden, his image swam into her head, entirely unprecedented and uncalled for. Scott. Fyr shivered. Maybe that stoat could sate the growing need in the pit of her belly, the itch that only another fur could scratch. Rebellion sparked in the back of her mind and she set her jaw, giving her mother as warm a smile as she could possibly dredge up. Yes, maybe that was fair and good. If Ropes and Sasha could fuck whoever they wanted, leaving her to take the dregs of whatever was left in her own brand of submission, why couldn't she have some fun too? She had to be taken care of and they weren't always taking care of her!

That thought, however, she sealed away for private perusal at a later date, holding the secret close to her heart.

"Hurry up, kitten," Sasha purred as the snow leopard darted past her, belt still undone and dangling about her skinny waist. "There's got to be more where that one came from!"

She squeaked, eyes wide: clearly she had not been told that there was an audience potentially there, though there was no way she could have possibly identified Sasha as Ropes' mate. Darting away as if the hounds of hell were on her heels, the red-faced feline hid herself in the crowd of the club, though evidence of her wicked shame leaked from her pussy, cunt overfilled by the over-productive demon cougar.

Laughing cruelly, Sasha stepped forward to where Ropes was waiting for her, lips curved up in a predatory smile.

"Did you miss me, darling?" She purred. "That was quite a show, but I still think I'm one-upping you so far..."

"Miss you?" The cougar stroked his whiskers, openly pretending to contemplate the question, although there should have been no consideration necessary. "Well, I did have some...company here."

He smirked, eyes flashing wickedly.

"She was very much a good distraction, a different flavour."

"Oh, well, dear, I had no idea!"

Although Sasha's eyes narrowed, tail curling back and forth in that way that heralded trouble, her tone was all sweetness and light.

"I've just had a stallion outside and, well, you can't get that thickness anywhere else!" Throwing her head back, she laughed, though it was the first time that Fyr had ever had the delight to hear such lust in the sound. "I mean a cougar is all well and good if you can't get anything else, but my tastes seem to be going out to the extreme now..."

Fyr sucked in a breath, eyes wide. Just what the hell did Sasha think she was doing? Didn't she know how jealous Ropes got? And the wife was right, as she always was, her husband advancing on the dragoness who had dared to imply that he was anything but divine with clenched fists and frantically writhing tentacles.

"You think that stallion was better than me," he growled, eyes flashing. "You think any other male here could fuck you better than I can?"

Sasha smirked.

"I'm willing for them to try, sugar, unless you want to put your money where your mouth is and prove a certain dragoness wrong!"

That was all the invitation Ropes needed. A snarl ripped itself from the back of his throat as he launched himself at the dragoness, slamming her into the rack and sending everything tumbling over with a clatter and a bang. There was no one there to bear witness to it, however, besides Fyr, who only helplessly stepped aside to let the demons have their fun and their way with one another.

"Fuck me!" Sasha hissed. "Harder than all those others!"

Ropes' breath raked through his windpipe and he snaked his tentacles tightly around her wrists, smashing her back against the wall as cleaning supplies clattered down around them in a colourful hail of bottles. The mess didn't bother either of them, however: it wasn't as if they'd had to clean up a single time after 'lovemaking' over the course of their last few months together. Only, this time, it wouldn't be Fyr's job to get them out unnoticed once they'd gotten what they wanted. They already had enough furs on their side for that.

"Oh, yes, that's it, stud..."

Sasha's head lolled back as the cougar nipped her neck sharply, eyes as wild as Fyr had ever seen them. Not for the first time, the voyeur dragoness found herself afraid as her husband snarled like a wild animal dredged up from the pits of hell, cock hard and throbbing and only after one thing.

"You'll never have better than me," Ropes hissed, chest rising and falling rapidly in short, sharp breaths as his feline nostrils flared. "Remember that."

Dipping her head to peer coyly up at him, Sasha puffed a cloud of smoke into his muzzle as he pressed up between her thighs. His tentacles were more than enough to hold her up against the wall in lieu of his arms, but she wrapped her legs around him anyway, dragging him against her as he strove to jam his hard cock into her dripping slash of a cunt.

"Oh, I never had any doubt in that, sugar," she breathed. "I only wanted to see just how far you would be willing to go."

Ropes growled and then there was no more room for such utterances as his lips crashed into the dragoness', clumsily overpowering her as her head bumped back into the wall. Her horns caught it in time though, gouging twin lines through the fading plasterwork, and she moaned lustfully into the kiss, rocking her hips at him at just the right time for his cock to slide home. Her tail hung down to the floor, wings crushed to her back, but her pussy lips strained and seemed to clutch at his shaft as the cougar rammed in hard and deep, clearly driving his uncut shaft all the way up to her cervix in one, hard stroke.

"Fuck," he snarled, breaking the kiss for but a moment. "You're dripping."

The lust in his voice could not be denied and he growled into the kiss as he reclaimed her lips for his own, panting and rocking with all the fervour of a male denied sex for months on end. Sasha met his ferocity with his own, fingers curling and uncurling as his tentacles kept her paws up higher than her head, though Fyr was sure that her mother could have fought the hold if she'd so chosen. Maybe the cougar would be on the 'bottom' next time, figuratively at least, but there was a kinkier side to her mother that loved the roughness in any way that the demon cougar could be persuaded to deliver it.

Power play. Fyr licked her lips, torso tipping forward. She was on the bottom, she knew that much, but where did her husband and mother stand in the art of domination and submission? She would have before said that Ropes was, undoubtedly, on top, but that was only to her. Sasha was a dragoness formed of fire and brimstone, willing to pursue and take what she wanted with relentless determination regardless of what the outcome led to. She'd proven that much in going after Ropes only from a dream that had aroused Fyr perhaps a little more than it should have.

Sasha moaned into Ropes' mouth as he slammed into her, each thrust of his rampant cock slickened by the cum of other males. Each thrust pushed semen from her stretched pussy, although Fyr had no doubt that her hot passage was clenching as tightly around him as the demon dragon could possibly manage. Biting her lip, Fyr could not help but squeeze her thighs together, lusts rising even as she was forced to watch her husband fuck her mother in the only way he knew how. It was hotter too to see the two of them together, as fine as she was sure the stallion had been for Sasha. He was a stranger and it wasn't, truly, her mother that she enjoyed watching - well, she was a different kind of allure - but the husband she'd given her life to.

And, if giving her life to him meant that she'd have to watch him slam into her mother with enough force to make a dent in the wall, plaster cracking, she'd do that each and every day for the rest of her life. Fyr groaned quietly as Ropes hammered in, Sasha's body juddering eagerly up to meet up as she sneakily wrapped her tail around his leg. It was a ploy merely to throw him off-balance and she got what she wanted too as the cougar cursed and toppled over like a dead weight with a swift jab to the back of the knees from the prehensile limb.

Another time, Fyr would have rushed to them and fussed over them, asking over and over again if they were okay, but she knew that demons were a tougher sort than she after some experience. It made no difference to them if their submissive partner was hovering over them or sitting back and so the dragoness made the decision to sit back, worming her jeans down her thighs - too tight for her usual tastes - as her paw found the dampness of her underwear.

Groaning, Fyr gnawed at the inside of her cheek, nostrils warming with the hint of smoke as she kept her eyes fixed on the pair intent only on each other, fucking as if their lives depended on it. Sasha rolled Ropes over onto his back, slamming her buttocks down on his cock as he hissed and clawed at her, paws only batted away by well-timed swipes of her tail. Her ragged wings spread out, a dominating gesture, but Ropes was not about to be cowed so easily as she snarled and lunged for his shoulders.

Cock still deep inside the dragoness, the pair grappled and fought for control, rolling over and over as each element of their struggle worked his shaft harder and deeper. The cougar snatched at her top, pulling the sleeveless number down below her breasts, which popped out in a bra that was cut so low that her nipples poked, the nubs perked for his attention. Sasha's eyes rolled back into her skull as she curled her tail around the feline's ankle, dragging him back as he locked his lips around a nipple, growling and pulling it lustfully out from her bosom.

Fuck...

She remembered how his lips felt on her breast, tongue swirling around a nipple, and she pinched it in memory, eyes half-lidded. The brown and blue shapes of fur and scales coming together drew her lusts to a fever pitch, the dragoness rocking her hips fervently into her own paw as she moaned out her pleasure. Her fingers drove wantonly into her soaked pussy and she pleasured herself without any sense of shame as her husband finally managed to pin the dragoness down to the floor, paws trapped over her head as she squirmed and snarled beneath him.

"You want this," he hissed. "Take it!"

It wasn't the most eloquent of utterances, but it didn't have to be as Sasha slammed her hips back at him, demanding what only he could give in such hefty doses. Fyr could not help herself, climaxing with a throaty moan as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through her, although something seemed to be missed in the futile moment of an orgasm that proved ever so slightly unfulfilling. She'd hardly touched herself before rocking over the edge and she rubbed her clit furiously, trying to draw out that pleasure even as it slipped, like water, straight through her fingers.

The demons, however, had no trouble in enjoying themselves, Fyr left on the sidelines to whimper after another orgasm, harder won with her overly sensitive clit pulsing and throbbing. She needed a break, but they did not, Ropes sinking his teeth lustfully into the dragoness' shoulder in what could only be termed a mating bite.

Fyr could not have said just when it happened, but Sasha's transformation fell complete, almost in the blink of an eye. Her scales seemed to ripple, glowing with inner power and dominance, the dragoness snarling as she rocked up to her lover who willingly slipped his tentacles into the holes in her flanks. She had been designed by him, changed by the bump of an egg growing in her belly, and nothing would have made the two of them any less perfect for one another.

Sasha howled as his tentacles pounded her holes, one wing trapped beneath her and the other flapping wildly as she climaxed, eyes rolling back into her skull. They returned a solid, glowing green and Ropes threw his head back in a feral, cougar yowl as he too reached his high, hips working furiously as she milked every last drop of cream from his throbbing shaft. The feline's glutes worked, pounding into her as he came down from his high, tentacles still firmly and lovingly sheathed in the breeding poles her body and change had so sweetly provided for him.

Two pairs of eyes locked, one glowing white and the other a fierce emerald green. The irises would never be the same again and there would be no hiding Sasha's demonic body without the tricks of the trade that Ropes had employed over the years. No more would she be able to walk out on the streets without contacts and covering the raggedness of her wings, although the holes in her sides would be easier to hide outside bikini season, though Fyr was sure Sasha would be one to crave flaunting her body in such a form too.

Stroking Sasha's cheek, Ropes kissed her tenderly, her lips parting to welcome in his tongue. They darted between their muzzles, playing warmly in the afterglow, and Fyr felt considerably out of place as she stepped up, shuffling her hind paws.

Clearing her throat, the dragoness tried to regain their attention; it took several attempts.

"Uh... Guys?"

Fyr rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly as they look up, glowing, demonic eyes unwavering in their intensity. Everything was going to change.

"You know it doesn't count if you fuck each other, right?"