Cuckolded by Her Mother Ch. 06

And, if he didn't, then Fyr would have to deal with the fallout of that on her own. But she could do that. She would do that if she had to. Hellfire - if she'd been strong enough to support the both of them and start preparing the guest room for a dragonet that wasn't hers after their mistake had caused all three of them no end of grief! Well, it wasn't as if Ropes seemed all that torn up by happenings, but she was sure it was bugging him too. Her resolve wavered. It just bothered him deeper than she could see, yes, that had to be it.

"Well?" She demanded, prodding him in the chest. "Cat got your tongue, or what, dear husband? I didn't think you were one to be so silent when spoken to."

Ropes' eyes narrowed dangerously, tail lashing in a slow, sinuous swish. And Fyr had imagined the situation, her snap, playing out many ways, each one flashing through her mind, one after the other as the silence stretched out between them. His snarl lingered, the echo of it drawling through the empty air, winding itself about her neck like a noose. Only, she leaned into it, the whisper of a lover's kiss, and waited with bated breath, hoping against hope that he would come back to her with the only answer she craved to hear.

Ropes' lips curled up in a smile, a wicked smirk that was inexplicably feline.

"I think you need showing where your place in this household is, my darling wife."

She would have loved to have said that there was malice in his tone, that he'd threatened her and coerced her into what happened next. But there was nothing but submission searing through her veins as Fyr melted into his touch, heart fluttering to merely have his paw wrap around her wrist. His fingers and thumb met around the narrowest point and Fyr whimpered lustfully as he dragged her from the guest bedroom, leaving a somewhat confused Sasha perched on the edge of the bed.

Yes. That was what she'd wanted! Her head spun, the familiar walls of the first floor landing spinning and jumping as if she'd had just a little too much wine to drink at a late dinner. Him! His attention! He understood!

Dragging her down the hallway as if she weighed nothing at all, Ropes growled as he bodily threw her on their own bed, tossing her on the plush bed spread. She bounced and squeaked as she made contact, though she only had eyes for the cougar stalking her, lashing his tail, even as her tail burned with low pain from being so squashed beneath her own buttocks. Love wasn't always sexy, it had to be said.

"Yes," Fyr breathed, opening her arms for him. "Yes, I've missed you so much, Ropes... Please, just..."

She couldn't finish the utterance and squirmed, wriggling out of her T-shirt as her breath caught and her chest heaved. In her plain bra - well, it wasn't as if she'd expected to be thrown on the bed and thoroughly fucked that day - her breasts rose and fell with each and every hurried breath, eyes wide and pleading. Need burned in her loins, the phrase that had once made her blush and giggle at the idiotic lewdness of the saying suddenly ringing all too true.

Maybe she wanted him to put a dragonet in her womb too.

Ropes laughed.

"Oh, Fyr, sweetheart... Did you really think that that was how it was going to go down?"

She blinked.

"What do you mean?"

The cougar stared her down, fixing her with a gaze so intensely predatory that she couldn't help but look away.

"This isn't for you."

She reeled as if he'd struck her across the muzzle, jaw dropping.

"What?" She snapped, teeth clicking together sharply. "Then what is it? Just what, pray tell, in heaven and earth have you concocted this time, Ropes?"

Folded her arms across her chest, the dragoness snorted a puff of smoke, turning her muzzle away. Her heart pounded and yet she couldn't push down the flickering, tingling curiosity that begged her to lie back and let Ropes do whatever he wanted to do - or not do - to her in any way possible.

He smirked and tapped the side of his muzzle, briefly reverting to the sly yet cheeky husband she knew and loved. Her heartbeat fluttered. Maybe there was hope for them yet. Maybe he was just teasing her? It wouldn't be unknown by him.

"Is this the one you meant, darling?"

Sasha peered around the door frame, an uncertain smile pulling at her lips. Fyr growled and adjusted her arms to better cover her breasts, suddenly feeling all too exposed as her mother rejoined the, quite literal, party.

She had a million and one things to say to Ropes, balanced on the tip of her tongue, and yet not a single one of them was said. Sasha stepped into the room, tugging at something around her hips and every other thought in Fyr's head vanished as if it had never been there to begin with.

The blue dragon's scales were not bare, although Fyr wished they were. She also wished that what the dragoness was wearing didn't make her as wet between the thighs as she was. The strap-on could not be ignored, a ridged, draconic phallus in black and blue jutting up from the leather straps as if it belonged there. Smiling subtly, Sasha hummed to herself and tugged the straps a little tighter around her thighs, the leather digging lightly into her scales.

"It really is a nice toy, Ropes," she purred, the tip of her tail flicking. "Thank you for such a kind gift. It was ever so thoughtful of you to think of something new for my daughter and I to enjoy together."

Grinning, the cougar locked their willing, or not so willing, victim in his sights.

"Get on your paws and knees, Fyr."

The dragoness baulked, unable to rip her gaze from the obscene phallus even as she scrambled back to the headboard. She growled, tilting her muzzle down defiantly, covering her bare throat unconsciously. As if she was going to give in that easily!

"You have got to be joking," she growled, eyes flashing. "There is no way in hellfire I'm taking that thing inside me."

Sasha laughed and gestured to Ropes.

"You're acting as if you have a choice, darling."

The cougar was moving before she could react, on top of her and pinning her paws up over her head. Fyr screeched and kicked out, but his tentacles were there too, wrapping around her ankles as her grabbed wrists pressed painfully back into the headboard. He purred, whiskers twitching, as he drew her knees up towards her chest, using the claws of one paw to slice her trousers casually from her hips.

Fyr shuddered. His control over her had never been so evident. And, even as her mother moved in on her with that strap-on jutting oh so dangerously out from her hips, all she wanted to do was give herself over to him, body and soul. Anything he wanted, she would ensure was done for him and anything she had, well, that had always been his anyway.

Perhaps it was too late for her.

Ropes closed his paw over her muzzle as Sasha crawled up onto the bed, eyes alight with motherly wickedness. Though she was gentle in her motions, surprisingly so, sliding her paws up Fyr's thighs and cooing sweetly to her as she got into position.

Pleadingly, Fyr shook her head repeatedly and grunted into her husband's paw, widening her eyes as that daunting cock-tip nuzzled up to the soft-scaled lips of her sex. The cougar's paw, if anything, tightened around her muzzle.

"Shush," he murmured, eyes softening at the edges. "You just need to be shown your place again, Fyr. You're going to, how do you say it?" He fished around for the right word, beaming when it came to him. "You're going to adore it!"

Fyr didn't say that she adored things all that often - or she would have said that to him if she was not more concerned with the encroachment of that shaft. But it was coming whether she liked it or not and Sasha leaned over her, awkwardly rocking her weight into her daughter to guide the dragon-dildo into her dripping cunt.

It slid in easily - too easily. Fyr moaned and shook her head, her protests muted, even if they were half-hearted. It was hard to say that she didn't want to be fucked when her pussy was that yet, practically grabbing for the monstrous toy and dragging it in with its pulse and ripple. The ridges popped into her and Fyr's eyes rolled into the back of her head, nostrils flaring as she sucked in a shallow breath that did nothing to ease the burning in her lungs.

"There's a girl," her mother murmured, fingers trailing down between Fyr's breasts. "Just relax for momma and I'll take good care of you."

As her mother drew back, dragging the ridges through her needy pussy, Fyr wasn't sure how she should have responded. The pressure over her G-spot, which she'd never quite been able to reach with her fingers alone, made her pussy clench in such a way that very nearly had her on the brink of orgasm after a heartbeat of being fucked. But she had many more pounding heartbeats before climax, which was coming, just as the dildo, whether she was entirely committed to it or not.

Chuckling, Sasha grunted and found her rhythm, driving the full length of the draconic cock into her daughter with each thrust, hips rolling and grinding. Her scales gleamed with sweat and Fyr shuddered beneath her, eyes half-lidded as her breath rasped over her husband's paw, taking short, shallow breaths that did nothing to steady her nerves.

Was she really getting fucked by her very own mother? Fyr moaned as the dildo struck a particularly sensitive spot, the crude fuck making her rock her hips up the little that she could just to get a little more buried inside her. What resolve she had had crumbled swiftly and the dragoness whimpered against Ropes' paw, eyes flicking from the dragon to the cougar. Yet she could not expect any mercy: not from them.

"What do you think, Ropes?" Sasha hissed, giving one of her daughter's breasts a quick, rough grope. "Do you think she's learned her lesson yet? Do you think she's learned where her place is?"

"No, not yet."

Her husband's words sent a shiver down her spine, tail thumping the bed weakly. But there was nothing she could do, well and truly within the grasp for the dominant pair who had turned her life completely and utterly upside down.

"She needs you to make her to cum to really know where her place is."

Ropes always was a cougar with a plan. As Sasha pounded her daughter, the cougar slipped behind her, paws running over her familiar curves and scales. His already hard, uncut shaft pushed into her as she drove deeply into her daughter, bottoming out with the dildo in her cunt. Sasha gasped and pushed her tail up over her back as he curled his fingers around the narrower end, purring lustfully as he took what pleasure he wanted while his wife was being disciplined.

"Oh, heavens..." The dragoness groaned, rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder. "That's the stuff, kitty. Fuck me while I fuck your wife."

Ropes was hardly about to do anything different. The cougar growled and slammed in, using his leverage on Sasha's hips to drive into her over and over again, dictating her thrusts as Fyr squirmed beneath them. Even though her muzzle was free and, at some point, Ropes must have unwrapped his tentacles from her legs, she kept her legs obediently tucked up, a low moan rolling from her lips.

"Look, dear," Sasha huffed, lips parted as she gulped for breath. "She's loving it. She knows it too."

Ropes purred and reached past Sasha to interlock his fingers softly with his wife's. Fyr whimpered, but otherwise kept her mouth clamped shut. She hadn't been asked to speak. And she suddenly wanted to please them more than anything else in the world. Just like it should have been before, like it always had to be if she wanted to keep him and her sane. Panting, the dragoness moaned and squirmed. And Sasha too. Her mother's happiness was just as important to her.

The words would never pass her lips, but she would always know where her place was beneath them and the dragon gulped and groaned as Sasha thrust, driven by the lusty grind of her husband. Ropes bore both dragons down into the bed, the mattress creaking its protest, and Sasha snarled, eyes rolling back into her head as she allowed him to drive her hips down, controlling her motions with devilish intent.

"Oh, yesssss." The utterance came as one, drawn out hiss. "That's it, good and deep!"

Whether Ropes heard her or not was up for debate, but he rammed in lustfully all the same, balls swinging lightly up to her dripping, stretched pussy. His glutes tensed, using every bit of strength he possessed to fuck his dragoness, the blue goddess, and Sasha yelped, a strangled howl breaking her lips that rendered her on the brink of climax as the nubs on the inside of the strap-on teased her clit wonderfully.

But she wasn't the first one to climax. Before either of them could have possibly been expecting it, Fyr moaned and twitched beneath the dominant partners, clinging for Ropes and Sasha - anything she could use to anchor herself in the moment. Her hips bucked and thrust of their own according, pulling more of that thick dildo into her, and she lost her sense of self as wave after wave of delicious orgasm wracked her body. Head swimming, the dragoness floated on a seat of lust, only kept in reality by the warm bodies and comforting sounds of copulation, the cougar and dragon still yet to reach their highs. But the notion that they were still there, waiting for her in the realm of reality, had her opening her eyes again, her mother's heaving breasts filling her vision.

"Yes!" Sasha howled, paws landing heavily on Fyr's breasts as she used her daughter for leverage, pushing up and back into her husband. "Fuck me, you demon, fuck me like I'm fucking your wife!"

Fyr had never heard her mother speak so crudely, but it must have done something for the dragoness as she climaxed with a screech that Fyr could hardly believe came from her own mother's lips. Her breasts rolled and heaved with the buck and arch of her body and the dragoness seemed torn between grinding that cock deeper into her daughter for the pleasure it afforded her and rocking back onto his driving shaft. She settled for an in-between shudder, though the lack of motion may have stemmed from an inability to move with the cougar bearing over her. His muscle and bulk held her in place as he fucked her through her orgasm, fingers digging into her hips as he drove into her again and again.

She had to come down from her high at some point, however, and the dragoness slumped over Fyr, arms trembling as she struggled to support her own weight. Breathlessly, she craned her head around to share a warm, loving kiss with Ropes that had Fyr stifling a jealous whimper. Yet she'd learned enough from their time together that it was not for her to dictate what they did with each other. That was for the dominant pair and them alone to control while the cuckold wife did as she was told.

Of course, the cougar was not to be left out as he threw any notion of holding out on climax to the figurative wind. Growling like a feral, he slammed into Sasha, tentacles whipping around, and grunted as he hit orgasm. It seemed to take nothing at all to climax with such a hot dragoness and Fyr watched pleasure cross with emotion on his muzzle, ears slanted back and his black lips parted as he panted for breath.

Between them, Sasha moaned and shivered, eyes closed as she was filled, Fyr only lucky enough to imagine just how his seed felt filling her up to the brim. Some of it drooled out, his shaft not enough to keep it sealed within the pregnant dragoness, and splattered down onto the strap-on leather and Fyr's thighs. Her own pussy still stretched by the ridged dildo - she'd have to see if they'd get that one out again for her - Fyr resisted the sudden urge to reach down and scoop up some of that seed, if only for an earlier taste. Ropes was sure to clean off his cock in her muzzle and demand a follow-up to the main course anyway. She smiled faintly, exhausting pricking at the corners of her mind.

Collapsing on the bed together, Sasha groaned and rolled to the side, dragging the toy unceremoniously from her daughter's cunt. She shuddered and winced as it pulled painfully at her entrance, the less than gentle removal only serving to remind her of her place. She may as well have been that dildo, that toy, for how they used her.

And she didn't mind it. Not anymore.

As Ropes took her paw, she quietly reached for her mother's, lying between their warm, sweaty bodies just where she imagined a good beta wife was supposed to be, ready to do their bidding.

"My beautiful dragoness," Ropes purred, squeezing her paw. "You are at your most stunning in your moments of deepest submission. That's why I can't have you go anywhere. Like it or not, you're stuck with this cat."

Fyr's breath caught in her throat and she inhaled slowly and deeply, one paw in her mother's and one trapped tightly in her husband's.

"You really mean that? After everything I said?" Guilt pulled at her heart. "After all the horrible things I screamed at you - both of you?"

Ropes smiled and ran his thumb over the back of her paw.

"You only do it because you love me. Because you love us. And you needed this."

Gulping, Fyr slid her gaze away, cheeks turning crimson. It was a good thing she was a scarlet dragon sometimes, as she could not deny its usefulness.

"I did," she whispered. "But how did you know?"

"Oh, dear Fyr," Ropes murmured, pulling her paw to his chest, where he placed it over his heart. "Because I'll always be by your side and I'll always know you. That should have always been at the forefront of your mind. All this is clearly meant to be and we will just have to see where it will lead in the future."

She couldn't help but let her lips curl up into a smile, leaning away from a cooing Sasha to kiss her husband full on the lips. In that moment and that moment alone, the world had been set to rights around her and not by her paws, as she had warranted it would have had to be.

"Are you sure?" She breathed, hating herself for probing and yet still hardly daring to believe him. "I love you so much... It's hard, but I think we can make it. I'll look after the baby, I promise, I'll do anything you two need me to. Just stay with me, be with me."

A glint of mischief lit up her eyes. Did she dare?

"And fuck me first?"

It was a joke and a futile hope really, but it brought a smirk to Ropes' lips.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, darling."

The cougar drew her in close to his chest, a laugh reverberating through his gut to her body, moulding to his.

"Of course, dear, if that's what makes you happy."

Fyr released her mother's paw as the blue dragon propped herself up on the bed and smiled warmly at the happy couple. And that was exactly as Fyr wanted it to be. Everything else could come second, as long as she knew her sweet cougar was the husband she needed him to be.

They could handle the pregnancy if they were together.

*

Yet all could not be as one, lonely dragoness wished it to be. She should have never given her heart to a demonic being.

Later that evening, Fyr paused outside the bedroom door, her head cocked to the side. What was that? Her towel bunched up beneath her arms, scales still damp from the shower as she kept herself as warm and as covered as possible. A giggle rose through the wall and she leaned towards the bedroom door, the inexplicable yet undeniable sounds floating up as if they had been waiting for her to finish with her shower before really getting the show going.

No... She stiffened. Hadn't they only had words a short while ago? All that about him loving her and never leaving her side? Her mind whirled. Then what had he really meant, if he'd even meant anything at all? On the other side of the wall, the cougar snarled and the dragoness, clearly impaled on him in one way or another, moaned out her pleasure. And Fyr stood there, on the outside, with her legs helplessly pressed together, need rising even as she heard them take their pleasure from one another without her.