Cheating with His Brother Ch. 03

"I suppose it was a bit of a dick move to think about leaving you here or kicking you out while I took my lovely wife here out to dinner..."

Even as she nodded and murmured her agreement, bopping her husband lightly, playfully, on the arm, Ropes knew that she would have done the same to him, only with her and Kao going out, in a heartbeat.

"Then it's a date - all three of us!"

Kao stiffened against Ropes' side and the cougar swung her tail against his: shush! The damn drake would blow their whole cover and all! Smiling weakly, her mask slipped and she matched her husband for sheepishness in the hitch of her tail, an awkward kink tweaking near the end.

"Dinner it is then!"

*

The most awkward dinner of Ropes' life. Sandwiched between her husband and her lover, she waited uncomfortably, tentacles tucked demurely against her back so that she did not startle patrons of the restaurant unduly. Spices sizzled on the air and, against herself, her nose twitched, the cougar parting her lips to take in the sweet aromas despite herself. Her stomach growled.

Darn it.

"Table for three tonight?"

The host smiled pleasant, though his cheeks didn't quite pull up all the way as if the rabbit was struggling to hold it.

"Yes, and a drinks menu to begin," Fyr answered smoothly. "I think we'll have our orders pretty soon though. Everything here tastes amazing!"

"Why thank you, sir."

Seated comfortably at a round, wooden table, the trio ordered their drinks without ceremony, Fyr boldly and eagerly - for him, at least - requesting a round of appetisers for the table without even asking for Ropes' input. Whereas the demon would have liked, at one time, to see the drake taking charge even once in a while (hey, who wanted to make all the decisions, right?), it irked her, setting a curdling distaste alight in the pit of her belly. As if understanding just how she felt - damn it, why was the younger drake so in tune with her? She just couldn't have explained it if she'd tried, not to anyone - Kao swung his tail against hers behind the chairs. Ropes stiffened, though otherwise fought not to react, tentacles squirming against her back where she had folded them in like wings.

She wanted to fight, but she wanted to win too. She wanted that rush of a snarling, lustful drake beneath her as she rode him to both of their satisfaction, orgasm exploding through two bodies, perfectly in tune, as they surrendered to one another in the most delectable way possible.

"Ropes? Are you quite alright?"

Her husband leaned forward opposite her, chin resting on his paw. Ropes jerked and shook her head quickly, pushing her shoulder blades back as she sat up tall. Good heavens - it was just like being caught daydreaming in school all over again! And how many years ago that seemed now!

Time sure did fly.

"I am well, thank you," she said, prim and proper for once. "But I still would have liked to stay home tonight..."

Wincing, she smoothed down her skirt, a brand new one that still felt starchy and uncomfortable. It had been the first thing she'd been able to grab out of the wardrobe that was suitable, however, while Fyr was rushing her to hurry up, brushing powder into the fur on her cheeks. She sighed and rolled her eyes, surveying her reflection in the mirror. What was the point of going out for something special, as her husband put it, without even trying to look a little bit extra presentable? It wasn't as if she could strip off entirely and let her natural beauty speak for itself in that way!

The drake didn't seem to take note of her tone beyond anything more than playful back and forth. True that once they had had that kind of repertoire though, she wouldn't have lied. Fyr batted his eyelashes at her like a dragoness trying to impress a studly drake.

"But you look so lovely when you're all dolled up and dressed up," he murmured. "How could I not take my pretty kitty out on a date once in a while? We haven't been spending nearly enough time together."

Ropes bristled. Did he not know her at all? Sure, perhaps someone dainty and sweet and soft would have liked being referred to in such a manner, but she was a demon of lust for crying out loud! She was fire and brimstone, sex and seduction! Not wide eyes and sweetness!

Before she could shoot back a snappy comment, however, Kao coughed uncomfortably into his paw and spoke up. It was just as well he did.

"Er... Don't mind me, guys."

Kao slouched in his seat, a scowl on his lips and clearly only one thing on his mind. The one thing that Ropes' husband never seemed to have on his mind. Ropes fought not to match his scowl with her own and bumped his knee sharply with hers beneath the table.

"Honestly, Fyr," Ropes growled. "You're not behaving with any sort of kindness to your brother. You know he's single right now!"

If she had not known the drake better, she would have been taken in by his dramatic wince, eyes sliding away with a deal less grace. It was a fair try at acting, she had to say, and it certainly took in his older brother hook, line and sinker.

"Oh..." Fyr had the good grace to look taken aback. "I'm sorry, Kao, I didn't think of that. I didn't mean to be rude."

Ropes scoffed and flipped her paw, eyes shimmering. A few of the other diners had taken notice, but even the way in which she took her cocktail glass in her paw and raised it to her lips was jerky and abrasive, designed to get a reaction.

"Oh, please, I know you're not serious there. You've got that tone on - don't think I don't know it."

Fyr grimaced, but Ropes ploughed on without allowing him time to talk. Kao shifted beside her, but she paid him no mind. She had a bone to pick with her husband, damn it!

"And another thing - why did you have to drag me all the way out here when I clearly wanted to stay home?" She pressed, committed to her path now that she had begun. "It's ridiculous. You knew what I wanted to do; I was quite comfortable there for the evening, but you made me come out anyway and look where it's gotten us! Three of us here and no one happy in the slightest!"

Fyr reeled, lower jaw hanging slack. She may have felt bad for causing him such distress if the drake had not been the one to instigate everything, all by himself. And if her words, of course, had not been true.

"Ropes, is now really the right time to be talking about this?" He rubbed his muzzle, looking everywhere but at the cougar he'd called his wife. "This really isn't... I didn't mean... Do we have to go over this now?"

She parted her lips to answer, a cutting remark poised to be delivered, but Kao cut in, drumming his fingers lightly on the table to catch their attention.

"I'd say it is not, though it's not really any of my business to interject here either. If you would allow me?"

He paused, though it was not really a great enough hesitation to allow either of them to drop in what they really felt.

"You two have been together a few years, but that isn't enough to work out all the kinks. I see it all the time with my friends with long-term boyfriends and girlfriends and, hell, yes, the married ones too. Though my circle of knowledge is considerably smaller there."

He shook his head and, abruptly, took Fyr's paw and Ropes' paw in one each of his own, putting them together across the table. The dragon's fingers bumped clumsily into the cougar's even as she flexed her paw to try to allow him to slip his fingers between hers with a little more ease. It was a built in notion so automatic that she hardly had to think about it - and yet it still gave her pause, blinking at Kao with a degree of missing certainty.

What was he playing at?

It was meant to be a gesture, but the touch of Kao's paw on hers was simply electric and it was his fingers that she allowed hers to linger against, even as she smiled at her husband.

"He's right, of course, but we should speak about this later."

Fyr nodded. The drake could not have looked more relieved if he'd tried, leaning back in his chair with a weak chuckle. Ropes almost felt sorry for him, but neither could she wipe the thought of how right her paw felt in Kao's from her mind.

Conversation flowed more easily after that, although it was undoubtedly due in great part to Kao. The drake was a master conversationalist, but he certainly didn't drag his eyes away from Ropes for any great length of time. He seemed to undress her with his eyes as the drinks flowed and their appetisers were devoured, all members of their little party relaxing as much as they could. And things would almost have been like old times again if nothing at all had happened between Ropes and Kao that fateful night. After that, nothing could ever be the same.

But there was something more the cougar wished to devour and he was sitting right beside her, a feast for the eyes and the senses too. She only had to get a little more drink into him and everything would slip along very nicely.

"Kao..." Her eyes smouldered. "Why don't you come with me? I sure could use some help carrying the drinks back to the table."

He smiled, but smoothly hid his true feelings, standing and brushing off his trousers from imaginary crumbs. Ropes blinked innocently. Only she would know that he was really adjusting the crotch of his black trousers so that no one would see the bulge rising through the front.

But she knew. And she saw it.

"Of course," he said. "I wouldn't want to make a lady struggle now, would I?"

He'd made her struggle the night before, matching her strength for strength as they fought for who should be on top. Ropes sucked in a breath. It was almost as much of a lure to be forced on to the bottom as it was to be on top and take everything she craved from him. He stood too close when picking up drinks at the bar and he let his tail brush along hers as they returned to their seats, every move calculated and sensual.

And Ropes couldn't take it for a single moment longer.

Locking eyes with Kao, the cougar purred.

"If you'll excuse me, I'm just popping to the ladies room."

Smoothing her skirt down as she stood, Ropes gave Kao a wink that only he saw, Fyr on her other side. The drake stiffened, jaw tilting up slightly, and, somehow, she knew that he understood just what she wanted him to do.

Well, it wasn't exactly rocket science.

Sashaying her hips as she paced through the restaurant, avoiding tables and waiters with a certain degree of skill, knowing without looking that his eyes were on her and only her. Just as it should be. She even let her tentacles slip wickedly from beneath her shirt as she reached the far side, letting them slither out sensually to breathe and undulate, a little taste of what they could do for him. If only he was brave enough to follow her.

Kao had never been one to back down from a challenge.

She slipped into the restroom and closed the door after her to the communal corridor, choosing the only room that could work for what she had in mind. As unsexy as it was, the disabled bathroom was roomiest and, well, at least didn't have the problem of cubicles and someone else walking in on them. But that was as far as she got with any sense of logic, easing herself into the private room and pressing her shoulder blades back against the door, though she was by no means sealing it shut.

Someone had thought that a rose-tinted theme was suitable for the disabled bathroom, though Ropes thought that someone should have probably told them that carpet was not the easiest surface for wheelchairs. Not that she thought she'd ever have such a problem, but there was likely a complaint coming in from some disgruntled customer on crutches or hobbling in some other manner at some point.

Slipping off her strappy shoes, she sighed as she curled her toes into the pile; the bathroom must have been hardly used. A pink sink and lower toilet completed the room adequately, but Ropes' heart pounded in her throat, tightening as someone rapped twice on the door above her head.

"Ropes?" His voice was muffled and still somehow managed to make her heart sing. "Are you in there?"

She opened the door and hissed softly, tentacles undulating gently around her head and shoulders.

"Damn right I am, baby!"

Grabbing the drake's paw, she yanked him inside and, this time, locked the door behind the two of them. She didn't give him a chance to take in the room before locking her lips with his, tongue darting into his mouth to claim what was rightfully hers. Kao moaned into her muzzle and then his arms were around her, tightening as he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt and pushed down into her skirt, that strip of bare fur not enough for his lusts. But the waistband of the skirt was tight, fitted to her figure, and his paws could not reach the sweet roundness of her backside, tail lifting and flicking up against the draping skirt as if she was trying to put herself on display.

Kao growled, tongue battling with hers as he sought for dominance, claws digging into the fabric of her skirt for a split second before she twisted away, eyes narrowed.

"Kao, if you tear my clothes here, there'll be hell to pay!"

The drake smirked and bopped her on the nose.

"But you didn't mind it at all back in your home - why should I think this would be any different?"

Ropes snarled, lips peeling back from her teeth, and fumbled with his belt, intent only on her prize.

"Shut up."

"Such a mean kitty..."

The look she gave him could have curdled milk, but Kao was hardly deterred, a smirk on his lips as the cougar snapped loose his belt.

"If you don't smarten up, you won't be getting any of this with a sharp tongue on you."

Kao barked a laugh and she scowled, toying with the button on his jeans, zipper still pulled up to the top. It could so easily be ripped down and yet she drew out the moment, as much for her tenuous anticipation as to make him think that she really did mean it, that she could walk away. Ropes growled, eyes flashing - literally. Yes, she held all the cards, not Kao. Undoubtedly so.

But perhaps the drake knew her a little too well.

"You know that's a lie."

And, oh, how it was. It was a complete and utter barefaced lie. Even if she had been angry at him, truly, there was nothing she could have done, at that point, to stop her demonic self from taking the lust she so terribly needed to feed. Her tentacles twisted around his arms and legs, feigning at holding him in place as she yanked down his jeans, the leather belt being the only smart thing about them. But they weren't her focus.

His hard cock sprang into her paw, freed too easily from his boxers, but she couldn't spare the time to get onto her knees, as beautiful as his shaft was. It could feed a demon's lust in so many ways, but Ropes was only interested in one way and one way alone. Hitching her leg up around her waist, she let her skirt fall in a curtain, shielding their intimacy even though it could have so wonderfully been on display. There was something gritty and real about a quickie in the bathroom - not that Fyr would have ever gone for it. Kao growled into her lips and she tugged her underwear aside just in time for him to spin her around to face the wall. Her tentacles writhed beneath her blouse, questing for release but it was already far, far too late for them to come into play.

Her paws slammed into the tiles and the cougar yowled.

Oh, it was on!

He slammed into her, seeming to know just how to find her cunt even though they'd only fucked a few, glorious times. And that shaft ploughing into her was everything she wanted and more, a heated spear throbbing into her depths. The dragon's fingers curled around her hips and he grunted as he leaned over her, wings flared so that the overhead light filtered through them, throwing a blue hue over her.

Ropes head lolled back and the cougar panted harshly, black lips pulling back from her teeth. The drake above her groaned deep in the back of her throat and nearly tore his claws through her skirt, seeming to just about catch himself in the nick of time.

"Fuck, Ropes..."

"Don't say anything," she hissed, head swimming as her demonic self rose to the occasion, roiling and twisting and clamouring to be fed. "Just fuck me."

And fuck her he did. Snarling like a wild drake of times long gone by, the dragon barely stifled a roar as he pounded her, forcing her to brace on the wall lest she be slammed into it muzzle first. Her tentacles were forced to behave, at least somewhat, in the temporary bondage of her blouse. He drove her against the wall like a wild animal in rut and she moaned as each and every bump and ridge on his cock dragged at her insides in the most pleasurable way possible, though he would have had to have been bigger still to truly stretch her out.

Demons, after all, had very few limits. And she was all too eager to have him push each and every one of hers.

Ropes hissed and groaned, trusting that the door would seal away her lust from prying, curious ears, but not really caring either way. It was too good - too wonderful to devour him as he deserved to be devoured. The scent of sweat and masculine musk hung heavy on the air as he covered her, scales coming together with thick fur in the most sensual way possible. It almost wasn't the thickness of his shaft that gave her true pleasure, grinding over her G-spot with each and every thrust he delivered unto her.

He came quickly - just as she wanted him to - and flooded her pussy with thick ropes of virile cum. That part of her that had been sealed away for far, far too long gasped and drank it down, moaning as she feasted, ever the glutton for raw sexual pleasure.

But when he pulled out, Kao did not hasten away, as Fyr did when he slipped from her. No - the drake dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around her clit, suckling and flicking his tongue against the taut nub of flesh until she cried out in ecstasy herself. Body shaking beyond her control, Ropes moaned and her tentacles thrust at the seams of her blouse, threatening to break free and only just, by the skin of her teeth, kept under her control.

Suitably primped and appearing as put together as they possibly could, they slipped back to the table in their own time with their own excuses. There was someone she knew in the bathroom and she'd had to have a chat. Oh, there'd been a queue at the bar. Yes, it was a very busy night, wasn't it? The drake fell for it, even when Kao stuttered over what should have been a simple question. Ropes licked her lips. He was probably soaking through his boxers with pre-cum, eager to take her again. And she'd have him each and every time that he wanted her.

Fyr raised an eyebrow, but didn't make further comment, though the dragon was not to know that his brother's cum was, at that very moment in time, leaking from her pleasantly sore cunt. Not the bad kind of sore, but the kind that left her wanting more.

Now when could she get Fyr out of the house next for her kind of fun?