Broken Secrets Ch. 13

He sat down on the sofa, hitching her up in his arms, uncaring that the living room curtains were still open, that they could still be seen if someone walked up to the house, caught them in the act. It was too enticing, too lustful, the moment tangled around them like the web of lies that had been formed by their lust, the drake grunting, his paws on her hips, groping her thigh, feminine thighs.

Fyr had thighs like that, but he could not imagine that it was Fyr on top of him when her mouth felt so different, a harder kind of passion behind Sasha's kisses. She was a dragoness who knew what she wanted and was not going to stop until she took it for her own, growling into his mouth, Carenath squeezing her tightly in return.

Never... He told himself. He would never let her go, neither her nor Fyr. He cared for them too deeply and whether they all liked it or not their lives had become entangled with one another in a way that was impossible to unbind. Not that he wanted to see it so, however...

He rolled his hips up against her, though the dragoness knew already what he craved, sliding her jeans down and off, grubby from working in the garden. Yet the beauty of her scales lay beneath in shimmering shades of deep blue, reflecting the late morning light, more of the day still to come. And he had all that time and more with her as she teasingly removed her panties too with her back to him.

"Oh fuck..."

Carenath groaned, eyes riveted to her, her panties clinging to the lips of her pussy as if they were not going to come free, she was that wet. The outline of her sex showed through the thin fabric and Carenath didn't know how cotton could be so alluring, something so simple and pure and yet still everything that he needed it to be in the moment. Lingerie didn't have to be lace and silk to be sexy and it was the tease and mystery of what lay beneath it that turned him on.

Down and down and down her legs, which had never seemed longer, the undergarment teased, showing off every curve, her thick thighs, her strong calves, everything about her that added into the grand picture of his love for the older dragoness. He loved more than only her body, but the sexiness of it was not to be denied, Car squirming, yanking his jeans down a bit, freeing his cock, though his balls remained tucked down under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He couldn't get them out of the way in time, but it didn't matter as he drew her straight back into his lap.

"Ohhh..."

Sasha moaned, his cock springing up against her pussy, her back to his chest, facing the same direction as one another. She trembled, his cock pressing against her folds, guided by his paw as, slowly but surely, he pressed up into her, inch by delectable inch. It was gravity that forced her down and back more quickly than she would have liked, her legs left out in front of her as if she was merely casually sitting on the sofa, the weight of their bodies together pushing them deeper into the soft cushions.

The dragoness squirmed deliciously in his lap. So full... He was so hard, it was always a wonder to her that the drake could get as hard as he was in the blink of an eye. But he was young, so young, and so very virile, the kind of stud that she wanted to keep around for a very long time, his body primed for breeding, for mating, for the sweet art of lovemaking. It felt right to keep her knees close together rather than spreading them out, though with the weight of her body pinning the drake down, his cock buried inside her, the position managed to leave her feeling oddly vulnerable.

Car kissed the back of her neck, lips on her shoulder, her nape, teasing, pleasing.

"I made love to Fyr like this earlier this morning," he breathed, licking the back of her neck as Sasha shivered and cooed. "Only she was facing me. Deep... Close... Long... Slow... Thrusts..."

He nipped and nibbled playfully at her neck, taking his own form of payback as the dragoness turned to goo, figuratively, in his arms. She quivered terribly, his cock grinding up against all the right spots inside her, the position not one that they had tried before. She felt as if she could have gotten herself up and off his lap if she lurched and threw her body into the motion, but she didn't want to hurt him either and, frankly, there was nowhere else that she'd rather be than with Carenath. Unlike the drake, she did not have another partner to go home to, one little thing that she was jealous of.

Maybe that would change things when she told him...but she could not be sure.

"Ohhh..."

She moaned, the moment sweet, sensual, light, everything it was required to be. And that was enough, purely enough, simply enough. Sex didn't have to be complicated even while it was on the risky side and she lusted for the drake exactly as he was in nothing more than his own scales and mind. His paw coming around to the front of her crotch, however, was welcomed, stimulating her clit as she panted, the soft rubbing of his fingers bringing her slowly but desperately to a crescendo of need.

The dragoness grunted, twisting her head to the side, reaching back to grip him, needing that moment of stability.

"Ah... Carenath!"

Yet she would not hold back her orgasm, not as he nipped and bit at her shoulder, leaving a deeper mark than a mere love bite there, lapping over the spot with his tongue, a bead of blood showing. It had not hurt her, but the dragoness' orgasm powered through her more strongly for it, the room as unfamiliar as it could ever be, a naughty thrill pumping through her with electric need at fucking her daughter's boyfriend in his parents' living room. What would they say if they knew? Oh, the risk was worth it, howling out her pleasure, rocking and grinding back against him as if there was nothing else in the world for her.

That could well have been so, at least for Sasha. But there was something more in her that needed attention, something that she would have to pass on that attention to Carenath soon enough too.

The drake, however, did not climax, holding her tightly, stilling her in his lap, his fingers teasing her clit, giving it a cheeky squeeze and the lightest of pinches -- not hard enough to be called such really -- when he knew that she was too sensitive for that. But who was he to resist the urge of a dragoness squirming and whimpering in his lap so very sweetly?

"Come on..." He whispered, kissing her cheek. "Don't tell me that you didn't bring the pegging stuff with you..."

Sasha started, half twisting around to look at him, wide-eyed.

"How in all hell did you know that I'd brought that with me?"

The drake grinned, cock throbbing, need high.

"A lucky guess... Come on..."

She didn't need any encouragement more than that as she followed him, bottomless, up the stairs with her bag in paw, heart beating more quickly than usual. Sasha may have come down from her first orgasm, but that did not mean that her body did not lust for more, for that bone-shaking passion that his cock brought her, his kisses sending her heart all a-flutter in the best of ways.

They kissed, the strap-on with the full harness out as they stripped down fully in his parents' bedroom to nothing more than their scales. Nothing more was needed, much less in the throes of passion, heaving and panting, moaning, Car's body naughtily aching for a good mounting, something that he had not had since that very first time that Sasha had brought home the new strap-on toys to play.

Anal play... He had not thought that he would like it as much as he had before Sasha had introduced him to it, though their shared masturbation had perked his interest more so than ever. There was more to simply being penetrated than he imagined, grinding back, his tail lifted, presenting himself to her on the bed as he had seen Sasha present herself to him so many times. It was a hot pose, one that made him feel as if he was in control all in a position of power, despite being technically on the bottom. That was one thing that Carenath thought he was learning too. Being on "top" didn't matter between who was highest, so to speak, even if it so often seemed like that with many guys, the little bit of locker room banter that he had engaged in before. It had never really been his scene, not like that.

But he could "bottom" for Sasha too as she fitted a good-size medium toy into the harness. A light buzzing told him that there was a vibrator on her side of the harness, which came with a soft front and O-ring for the toy, the rest of it composed of straps that went around her hips and between her thighs, beautifully framing her strong glutes. It was a pleasure for both of them, Car quivering lightly, dipping his nose, Sasha giving the toy a quick, cursory coat of lube, though they knew really that it would not be needed. They understood each other's bodies better after that first time together, sweetly so.

It was all worth it as she pushed into him, taking his breath away, feeling more himself all over again. Car had not even realised that he had not been feeling like himself, though it was all as he wanted it to be, his anal ring stretched and spread, his body giving itself up to her. For him, it felt even more intimate than him taking her vaginally or anally, sacrificing sweetly another part of himself to the dragoness who had changed his world for the better.

But Fyr changed your world too. The little voice in his head didn't want to be quiet, his groans not enough to silence it. She made things better, gave you hope again.

But Fyr didn't' fuck him with a strap-on. Maybe she would, one day, if he asked her, though Carenath doubted it, doubted that things would come through as sweetly and as kindly as all that. That was not the Fyr he knew and loved, but he loved her all the same. The problem with it all was that he loved Sasha too.

Better to forget all of that. Better to languish and linger in pleasure, to be right where he needed to be, to not worry about a damn thing more. That was not for him, not then, not even, not as Sasha's hips and the soft front of the strap-on harness came up flush with his backside, his tail hopelessly raised for her. There could be no question as to his enjoyment of it, his body aching, grinding back onto "her" hot length. It may as well have been a part of the dragoness for how it penetrated him, warming to the heat of his body as if it was a real cock, something that he could take deep and suck the seed from, even...

That was a hot thought, a deviously kinky thought for a dragon who had not experienced sex with another male yet; he didn't even know if he wanted to. Maybe he did, maybe he didn't, but what he did know was that Sasha powering into his backside, stroke after stroke, made him feel so fucking good. It was not one of the toys that they had used together before, a little line of ridges under where the shaped head of the toy was stimulating his anal ring with every thrust, teasing over it, Sasha making sure to use every inch of the toy in her ardent pleasure of him.

It was a shared experience, however, the dragoness moaning out his name as her tongue practically dangled from her muzzle, groaning gutturally. She didn't even know that she could make a raw and lustful noise like that, yet it had come from her all the same, one knee up on the edge of the bed and her other leg flung out behind her, bracing her to thrust harder and faster, to let go and push into her lust.

She'd held back before, but now she wanted to see what the drake could truly hold in him, what his body was capable of. His huffs and pants, whimpers for more -- oh, they were all well and good, but she wanted to see what would have him climaxing, his cock wanting to soften a little as she ground furiously into his tail hole, stretching him open as much as he had been before. But what Car had not had before was the driving pound of a strap-on cock determined to take a touch of power back for herself, to show him another way and another light, something more that they could share between them.

A little kink and a little play... Oh, it was present in everything as she pushed on, murmuring, panting, her jaws hanging open, tongue fluttering in the channel between her teeth. That was one part of herself that she had to be careful of, for her teeth were sharp even as an anthro, reminiscent of their carnivorous heritage as dragons.

Yet that feral nature and that power had to be shown too, her hips driving, pounding, acting as if she was a breeding stud as she passionately crammed every inch into him that she could. Deeper and deeper, her hips flush with his backside, she took her cues from the drake under her as her claws bit into his backside, holding him in place.

"Unff... Yes... Fuck..."

She lost sense of herself, giving in to the moment, moaning deeply in the back of her throat, her body a piston, thrusting and grinding, driving in hard and fast. Carenath moaned under her, begging openly for more, though the moment was better exactly the way it was, not something that either of them had to change. It was right as it was, moans rising, lust flowing, his cock drip, drip, dripping to the bed.

He could not stop his orgasm, loving how the dragoness was carried away by her passion, grinding into him, every thrust feeling as if it was penetrating right through to the very core of his being. It was right and it was wrong and every sensation collided in on the next, Sasha howling as she too climaxed. Yet it was a different kind of orgasm for Car with a hard length of sex toy in his arse, a thick cock that he could even deliriously squeeze down on, clenching his arse for that extra kick of sensation.

Never would he have ever thought that he would be doing something like that on his parents' bed, so wrong, so right. They would never know, of course, not as he mussed up their sheets, the mattress creaking and squeaking under their combined weight. It might have been too much for the old mattress and bed frame, but that was something that would have to be addressed later, for they could not do anything else in the heat of the moment, his orgasm bursting forth, unloading onto the bed.

Sasha squealed and slammed in, lost in climax, her paw flitting around, trying to grasp Car's cock, but he was jerking and spurting far too much for her to get a good grip on him. Just when she thought she had his dick in her paw he was gone again, the passionate course of lusting carrying them forward whether they were ready for it or not.

Pleasure like none other powered through her, grinding in hard, leaving the entire length of the toy buried in his arse as she pushed on and down against the vibrator. She'd never thought that she could lose herself like that, but it was more intoxicating than she could have imagined, licking her lips, heaving, grunting, orgasm pulsing through her, ripple after ripple. It lasted longer than a wave, that could come in a tidal swamp, drowning her completely. Yet that was what she wanted too, desire pounding and pulling at her, reminding her just why she leaned into such carnal lust in the first place.

Carenath moaned, his head hanging, half slumping to the bed, for he no longer felt like he had the energy or the strength left in his body for anything else, his cock aching, his tail hole too sensitive. Yet he didn't have the breath in his lungs, not yet, to say anything, swimming in lust, his cock so sore, even though he had not ploughed it into either a maw, a pussy or a tail hole yet.

That didn't matter, not when passion was the order of the day, something that he could share deliriously with Sasha, her faux cock sliding out of his tail hole softly, slowly, coming back to herself once more. She didn't want to hurt him, not as she laid him down on his side on the bed and curled up around him, her tail lazily intertwined with his, the same body right then and there.

They could not linger there, coming around, though the sleepy warmth of the afterglow was alluring.

"Oh, gosh..." Sasha giggled, pawing at the sheets, though she was not honestly all that worried. "Car... Honey, I've got to wash this. Your parents aren't coming back too soon, right?"

Getting cum and other sexual fluids out of a bedspread, after all, was more difficult than some may have thought, depending on the material. But she was a pro at that, at getting out difficult stains after two children, though some of them in Kao's case had been more suspect than others...

Still, it was nice to be around Car, even when they weren't actually fucking, even if her pace was, well, a little off from its usual. Not enough for him to notice, for she was careful about when she took breaks, not wanting to worry him. Oh, he would be worried, she was sure of it, if he knew, though it was something that had to come out sooner or later...

Her tiredness, after all, had not been a mystery to Sasha for very long.

She knew, however, why she was so slow, why she was a little more tired than usual, wanting to keep up her usual pace but not being quite able to. It had been many years since she'd felt like that, in the high teens, but she still knew, resting a paw on her stomach with a hint of protectiveness, heart pounding.

Calm down, she told herself. He'll pick up on it. You don't want to stress out for them. But...you're going to have to talk to him about it sooner or later.

He kissed her and she shivered as he ran his paw over her stomach without even knowing. Or maybe he did know, fresh and clean after a shower, a smile on his lips and a swing in his tail, caressing her belly, a fleeting touch, yet one that left even more of an impression on her than usual.

She always lingered in the memory of his touch, every day and every night, though Sasha felt like she needed it more and more, every moment a precious one to her, in a way that was hers alone. They cleaned a little, a sense of comfort hanging about them, imagining them truly as a couple, a pairing that could have remained as they were forever, even though, well...she knew that things could not remain the same always. One way or another, they would have to change whether she stayed with Car or Fyr stayed with Car or something unprecedented happened. Despite her age, Sasha knew that there was only so much wisdom she could impart to him and that was one area in life where she was woefully unprepared.

The need for closeness, however, pressed upon her and she dragged Carenath to the sofa, cuddling up to him, her head on his shoulder, turning a movie on. He chuckled and put his arm around her, but other than that there was not a complaint to be had from the drake. He already thought that he was the luckiest dragon in the whole damn world.

Soft and sweet... The moment was all that it needed to be, the day wearing on into the afternoon, the movie an action flick that, to be fair to them, was right up their alleys. Fast and furious, a good story: what wasn't to like there?

But his attention was not wholly on the movie, for his days were not entirely taken up by Sasha. They never could be, checking his phone, the light from it reflecting off the scales of his muzzle. With only his jeans on, he didn't bother with a shirt while Sasha went bottomless, a pair of panties sort of in place but tucked under her tail so that it felt like the faintest swish of her tail would have dislodged them and slid them down her round rump.

Fyr: How's the cleaning going, hon? You gonna be out late?

Car: Going well, did the lawn, pretty tired. Do we have proper hedge trimming things at home?

Fyr: No, but mom does, I could ask her for you?

The drake glanced to the side, the tip of his tail twitching against the bulk of Sasha's. What Fyr didn't know couldn't hurt her, right? Even he knew, however, that that was not true.

Car: Yeah, that'd be great -- thanks! Really want to get all the bits nice for them before they come home.