Broken Secrets Ch. 04

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Car and Sasha shouldn't have spent as much time together as they did, but, well, she was his girlfriend's mother! He had to be on good terms with her!

"Oh -- Sasha!"

He was on a first-name basis with her, Sasha telling him, very firmly, that she was no longer a "Mrs" anything in that way, though she let him rush out of the house and help her with the groceries. She had too many carrier bags, as usual, though it was Fyr who had encouraged her to switch to reusable ones, though it was a bigger mental change for her than it might have been for someone younger who had started off with the environment in mind. Not that it was Sasha's fault, of course, but the number of paper bags too and more recyclable material that her goods were packaged in did not much help the number of bags that she had at all.

"Thank you, Carenath," she said with a warm smile, as genuine as always. "Kao never helps me with the bags."

It was a tease and one that game good-naturedly, for she did not mind Kao being as busy as he had been, especially with sports and, when she could get him to focus, school too. Even Fyr had been busy, busy, busy over the years, focusing so much on her studies that, at times, Sasha even wondered if she had a daughter at all. She knew she was there, so warm and powerful and vibrant, but the absence of her was felt in the house when her work and studies took her away.

Sasha's heart pulled, something leaping and fluttering in her chest as her fingers brushed the drake's. Yet all she could think about as the fact that she didn't want to lose her daughter, to see her go, though Fyr would have to properly move out sooner or later. Sasha was more than happy to have her around for as long as Fyr wanted to stay, of course, although she tried to give her as much space as possible so that she did not feel crowded. If she treated her daughter like the adult she was, she could hopefully have her around and near for a little longer, which she would like. Ultimately, however, it was Fyr's choice.

She could have noticed how close Car was to her, though her feeling towards her daughter overruled that, even if she did not quite realise it. His fingers were light on hers, however, strong on gripping the bags, bringing together something different, something new, the thought that, perhaps, things did not have to change so much for her to still have the life that she wanted with her little family.

Carenath, of course, was privy to none of what was going on in her head, merely thinking that he was there being helpful and helping out, which was all he'd intended to do. And yet there was something about Sasha that had him jerking into motion like a puppet tugged by the strings of the puppeteer, his limbs moving rapidly in short, sharp jerky motions, though he acted entirely of his own accord. There was a want there to be closer, to do more, to be with her, even if Carenath did not quite acknowledge it yet for himself.

But that was okay. There was no rush when dragons were sorting out their feelings. That was what his mother had told him anyway and he wanted to be the best boyfriend he could for Fyr, showing Sasha, in his own way, that he was worth it.

For Fyr, yes.

He carried the bags quickly into the kitchen, though did not quite know where everything went, Fyr poking her head around the door from the living room.

"Oh, I wondered where you'd gone! Let me help you with those!"

"It's almost like we have our own little house together, you helping me put the groceries away," Car teased her, jabbing her hip with the pointed tip of his tail. "I'll get everything off the high shelves for you, cuddle you when you're making dinner..."

"Hey, we're like the same height pretty much, Car!"

Though it was all in good fun, Fyr laughing, her heart light. It was good to have her boyfriend near so much and Sasha certainly seemed to like him more and more too, which was a relief to Fyr. She'd worried that there would be more friction there after Kao had been a little concerned about her wellbeing with another boyfriend, though she did have to admit that the rather rockier relationship that had turned her off dating for a good while had been a good few years ago.

Sometimes, she had to remind herself to be happy, that there was nothing else she could do in the moment and that worries got her nowhere. Even though her mind was apt to go off on tangents and off on branches of thinking that were neither beneficial to her nor what she wanted to be considering at any given time.

It was hard to let things go, but being near Car made her feel like a new dragoness, as if the past had not happened, something that she could finally release from her mind. She would always have him to thank for that, regardless of what happened between them, the nature of their relationship. Fyr still didn't yet know what would come of them and what they wanted to do after the summer ended.

The day wore on, though Car's eyes, again and again, wandered to Sasha. He didn't know why but he could not have been said to fight it all that much either, not as things changed, shifting, pulling him closer to her. It was no longer quite Fyr that he wanted to be closest to, but chose the seat that put him between his girlfriend and her mother instead, which was a strange look for any boyfriend.

"Carenath, you're so sweet."

At movie night, laying her head on his shoulder, Fyr cuddled in close to him, right where she wanted to be, even though she didn't know that Carenath's scales were prickling and itching with electric tingles on the other side. Because Sasha was there and it was the longest that he'd managed to be close to her for an extended time while the long, long movie was playing. Afterwards, Carenath would not remember what it had even been about, but he'd still nodded and smiled while Fyr talked about it. It was one that she was very into and he didn't want to appear rude at all or as if he had not enjoyed it.

Sasha, however... The draw of her was like an electric charge, a shock that he wanted to feel, as if he had touched an electric fence too close to the energiser and received a jolt. Once that sensation had been felt, there was no going back, no changing what had come to pass, not when he wanted to see more, to know more.

He tried to tell himself that it was because he was trying to impress Fyr that he helped her out so much around the house, even taking on a couple of cleaning jobs. "Oh, I'm here all the time" -- at least, that was what Car had said. It was true, of course, but he didn't usually like any kind of cleaning, jumping to great lengths just to make things ever so slightly easier for Sasha. It made things easier for Fyr and Kao too by proxy and that confused him even more.

Maybe it was better to not think and to not worry about things like that, like Fyr had told him -- though he hadn't told her about what was going on in his head, the twisted confusion he felt. Maybe if he just went with the flow of things, everything would become clear, all in good time.

Maybe. But he wasn't so sure about that.

The one thing that did soften and ease between them was having sex in Fyr's bedroom when they did not have the house to themselves. Fyr was still shy about it, blushing and squirming, but the risk of being caught or heard was still one that she couldn't help but be willing to take, even though there was a big part of her that didn't understand why she was willing to push the limits with him. In some ways, she still felt like a younger dragoness in her mother's house, even though she had been an adult for a few years at that point. She was still growing and changing in her mind and was glad to have a safe, steady home in which to do that in. Some others in the world, even around and near her, were not as lucky as her.

"Yes, Car... Oh, that feels so good..."

In the quiet of the night, somewhere after one in the morning (the movie really had been a long one and Fyr had wanted a small glass of wine afterwards), the dragons came together. The house was so still that they barely dared breathe as he nuzzled between her legs, his tongue sensually dipping into her pussy, scooping out her sweetness. Yet everything that the dragoness' body produced with the intention of lubricating her passage in arousal for the length of his throbbing maleness was in vain as he slurped up into her, the wet sounds of sex too loud in the quiet of the bedroom.

She tried to shush him, but she couldn't know just how much sounds carried in that room, Kao on one side of her bedroom and Sasha on the other. She wondered if it would be easier for her to move to another room entirely or even ask Sasha if she could move into the loft, though she didn't know still what she was going to do with her life, whether she wanted to stay where she was for a little longer. She didn't want to be a burden, whether that meant hanging around her mother for too long into her twenties or asking her to move all the rooms around for her and then jumping ship anyway.

His tongue felt so good inside her though that it swept all other thoughts and worries, which were so apt at creeping in when she was least expecting them, from her mind. It curled up inside her as he grunted, straining to reach as deeply up inside Fyr as was possible, though the cute drake was far better at doing that with the length of his shaft rather than his tongue. For a dragon, he didn't have quite the tongue that Fyr boasted. It was a little something that she teased him about, but it was hard for Carenath to complain when her tongue wound around and around his length, showing off just how flexible and slippery it was felt as good as it did.

"I want to try something new."

Fyr grinned as she wriggled on top of him, heat in her cheeks and neck as she sat on his face -- or, at least, that was what it felt like to her as her hips slid back further than she'd been expecting. The drake laid back, purring, his head half on a pillow, though he was not about to ask Fyr to stop so that he could adjust his position, not at all. He spread his legs a little, wondering what she was doing, though he was very much up for it anyway as she engulfed his cock in her maw, slurping her winding, twisting tongue all the way down to the base.

"Ohhhh..."

"Mmmph!"

She poked him, reminding the drake that he had to be quiet, and Carenath tried with all his might to be quiet, like she wanted him to be. Yet he didn't know how he was supposed to do any of that even with his mouth shoved between her thighs, the thick, heady scent of dragoness pumping through his system. Her light musk seduced his nose as he inhaled deeply, the tartness of her juices staining his muzzle. His chin rubbed lightly against her clit in such a position, the dragoness facing down the length of his body towards his feet, her paws roaming, sweeping down his thighs and coming back up to carefully, lovingly caress his balls.

The drake had not known how good that could feel before Fyr had introduced him to the experience of it. The feel of her fingers playing with his nuts, pressing ever so lightly into his flesh, teasing lightly, drawing back... It was hypnotic and he groaned, pressing his muzzle even more ardently between her thighs, slurping up into her as he grunted thickly in the back of his throat.

There was nowhere else that he would rather be, he told himself, though the drake was no longer entirely convinced of that. It was as if his mind was trying to tug him away, somewhere, else, even though the sensations were overwhelming, making him give tiny little gasps and grunts into Fyr's pussy.

Her sweet tartness overwhelmed him, her taste thicker than before, though he furrowed his brow. It was a strange feeling, though he pressed on, tongue teasing up inside her, the tip just about reaching her innermost barrier as he grunted and huffed. Car didn't quite know what was wrong, not truly, but he was where he wanted to be either way, so could anything be all that wrong anyway? He whimpered into her, though he was sure that Fyr didn't hear him, his cries muffled by her thighs, allowing the drake a new sense of freedom as he nuzzled into her.

Fyr ground back on him, grunting, rocking, panting, though she was, for the moment, the one in control, taking a tease of dominance in her claws. It would have been so easy to lose control with Carenath, to forget absolutely everything else, the world and the life that she had led. Maybe she could even leave the path that she'd thought she'd set out for herself, strike her own way, run away with Car and forge a way that she had never expected for herself.

Maybe... Maybe not. Everything was new and exciting for her, with Car, making her feel as if she could go out and do anything, take on the whole world and push on. Nothing could stop her as she lifted her tail, gasping, shaking her head a little, though not even tucking her chin to the side was going to get her to relax and release, panting heavily.

Only orgasm would do that and she had to have it, gasping, moaning, panting, losing track of herself in the heat of the moment. It was hard with her scales aching and itching like that, tail flicking, the tip lifting as if she was trying to draw herself up higher and higher, right up to the ceiling. Her heart lifted, tongue spinning around and around his cock, trying to draw him even deeper into her maw, though her nose already pressed into his crotch, inhaling deeply.

She was where she needed to be, relaxing into the moment, grunting, groaning, moaning, losing herself. But she didn't need to be found when she was more than happy where she was, pushing on, lapping up every drooling drop of pre-cum that he produced, lovingly treating him like the king she wanted him to know he was for her. Yet Fyr knew that if Carenath was the king she was the queen, the light of his life and his heart.

She had to please him, had to moan around him, letting the softer vibrations from her lips and muzzle travel down into his cock, even into his nuts, her paws shifting, splaying out flat on his thighs. She had to hold herself in position, even as her shoulders and arms trembled, wanting to delve down, her pussy twitching and contracting, though any muscular responses there were not under her control. The nearing climax came with a loss of control, a sense of excitement pulling inside her, her moans muffled, thankfully, around the thick length of Carenath's cock.

Yet it was the drake who thrust and ground first, surprising her by grabbing her frills and forcing her head down on his cock. Ropes of cum spurted forth, splattering into the back of her throat as he thrust erratically, his eyes closed, snorts and grunts muffled by her thighs. That was the best that she could hope for in that moment, wanting more, wanting to scream, to cry out, to lose sense of all inhibitions while she was with her lover.

The drake shot his tongue into her, dragging it back over her G-spot and clit, wallowing in the lust of it all as orgasm took him, nuts twitching, feeling as if he was thrusting deeper and deeper, though it was Fyr's muzzle doing the work. Oh, her maw, her tongue... However could he ever have wanted to do or feel anything else when it was so sweet to be with her? But there was something, something more there, grunting into her sex as he pulled her closer and closer to the edge, passion driving him on.

He was where he needed to be, drops of cum still oozing forth into her mouth while she gulped it down, whimpering around him, her tail lashing back and forth, threatening to knock over the table lamp, though that would have probably raised more concern than their moans. The family would know what was going on if they moaned and groaned and fell prey to draconic need, but a crashing bedside table lamp? Hm... That could have raised more questions!

Carenath, however, revelled in the thrill of bringing his girlfriend off, her pussy squeezing, flexing, her body doing what it needed to in orgasm. Yet it was harder than ever for Fyr to stay in the moment, not to scream out her lust, heaving and panting heavily around his cock, sucking in all the breath that she could through her nostrils. He could even feel the heady puff and wash of her breath over his crotch as she wriggled and squealed, her pussy dripping with arousal, more than ready for him as her boyfriend's cock hardly softened at all.

"Ah... Fyr? Fyr, are you okay?"

Carenath chuckled softly as Fyr moaned and cuddled up alongside him, tired, her muscles soft and relaxed in the afterglow. His cock remained half-hard and, still, he could not quite calm down, his blood up even though he had only just gotten off.

"Mmm..." She whined, nuzzling into his neck even as the dragon tried to shush her. "But...what about you?"

"I'm okay, sweetie, don't worry."

He couldn't explain with her, not after such a powerful orgasm, that she had already gotten him off, the taste of his seed still lingering in the back of her throat. His dragoness was dazed and sleepy and the best Car could do with the sheets cast off them in the late heat of summer, cock out and hard, was to care for her. He drew her in safe and strong to his side, his arm around her, Fyr slipping off into sleep with his name on her lips as she rested her head on his chest.

There, she was safe. There, nothing else mattered.

But Car's mind was elsewhere. For, as he looked down at Fyr in the dimness of the night, sleep tugging gently at him too, he saw someone different. Not frills but horns, a little more like her brother -- but, no, that was not right either. In the darkness, her red scales could have been blue or a deeper shade still, if he ignored her stripes, wanting something else, his breath catching.

Why was he thinking like that? Fyr was lovely, the dragoness who had given him life back to his summer, but her mother... The spark was there, an electric thrill and tug that a strongly masculine part of Carenath wanted to lean into.

No... No, that wasn't right. He didn't want to delve in that far, to go that deep. He didn't want to think of Fyr's mother...like that.

Say her name, she's a dragoness too.

Car tensed. That didn't feel like the voice in his head that he was familiar with. But it was there all the same.

She's gorgeous... Why is it so wrong to fantasise about her? You know how she looks.

The voice in his head talked to him as if it was a separate entity, but it was merely a part of him, a part of himself, his inner monologue, the sound of his thoughts trying to find some way to work through what he hadn't wanted to acknowledge. His cock throbbed. Sometimes, being in the dead of the night while the rest of the world was asleep allowed such thoughts to arise, to be more honest with oneself than could otherwise be possible.

He groaned. What on earth had he gotten himself into? It was Fyr that he wanted, he was sure of it, yet he wasn't so sure anymore, not with weird thoughts like that running through his head. It didn't make sense, not at all, grunting and groaning, though he knew too that he had to be quiet. He had to not wake Fyr, not even as his paw drifted to his cock, stroking the length tentatively, yet it seemed more formal than ever.

It was strange. If it was Sasha there...what would he have done? Nothing, nothing at all, he told himself. He wouldn't have done anything because she was Fyr's mother and Fyr was his girlfriend. That was why something like that had to remain a fantasy, even if it was not tucked into the deep and dark far reaches of his mind, but closer to the surface than it ever had before.