Cuckolded by Her Mother Ch. 15

"Let me go," Fyr growled, eyes narrowing as she pushed her shoulder blades back. "She put you up to this but, if you want someone to fuck, you should go after my... I mean, you should go after Sasha again. She's the one that wants this."

And, to her shock, the drake stepped back and looked her up and down, a cooler look in his eye than before. For a moment, her heart leapt. Maybe he wasn't as drunk as she'd thought he was. Maybe there was still a chance. Maybe Sasha wasn't controlling her as much as she thought she was.

"Tell me that you don't want this and I will."

The drake smirked, letting her go. Fyr blinked at him, turning her head from the dragon who offered a hard bulge pressing through the front of his boxers, for his trousers had slipped low enough to show off that much in the interim, and the door that offered freedom. She knew that she could have run and he would have let her; rape wasn't exactly something that a furry wanted to be known for, carrying high penalties in the city. They'd crack down on him, so he needed to know, needed to hear her say the words that meant she would consent. It would be so easy for the dragoness to run, to say nothing, and yet...she did not.

"I..."

Fyr licked her lips, running her tongue along the outside of her snout over and over again, as if the motion itself was keeping her in reality. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, although her chest rose and fell steadily, patiently, her body waiting for her to come to the realisation that her mind was working on accepting.

"I..." Fyr started again and hung her head, the drake's chest bumping into her nose, strong and broad. "I want..."

That was enough for him, the drake trailing his fingers around to the back of Fyr's neck as he re-claimed her lips for a kiss. And she melted into it this time, relishing in his exploration of her maw as he tangled his tongue with hers, moaning into her mouth as if, he too, was eager for things to progress. Fyr may have been lusting after her husband, but a strong, male body against her more slender, feminine frame felt as good as every other time before with Ropes and far, far more too.

And Sasha wanted her to fuck him. She knew that. So, she had to do what her dominant wanted her to do.

"I thought so." He purred softly as if he'd won a far greater prize, for Fyr did not feel herself to be very much of a prize at that moment in time. "Why don't you get down here on your knees and show me just what that pretty red muzzle of yours can do?"

Her hind paws were in motion before her mind caught up with what she was doing, her cheeks burning as her tongue hung out of her muzzle. Whether her demeanour was born from lust or the desire to obey, she would not have admitted even to herself. Her paws moved seemingly of their own accord to tug his boxers down, for she needed no instruction in how a male's body worked.

His draconic shaft sprang out, swelling to full hardness as she gasped, mesmerised. She'd had other lovers before Ropes, of course, but it had been a long, long time since she'd seen a dragon's cock. Mottled grey and black, the shaft tapered to a point, glistening with pre-cum, ridges layering the length of the shaft just like the sex toys that Sasha had recently taken such a passion for fucking her daughter with.

"There's a good girl," he hissed, patting her condescendingly on the head as she obeyed his will. "Get that nice bit of cock-meat there down your throat. I'm sure you're fucking thirsty for it, you little slut."

Groaning, Fyr bobbed her muzzle and parted her lips and took him into her mouth, swallowing half of his length before she had a chance to lose her nerve. Her paws splayed on the drake's thighs and she moaned around him as he pushed into the back of her throat, thick and lustful as pre-cum drooled out viscously. Her throat worked automatically to gulp down everything he had to offer and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment as his musky length ground over her tongue.

It was easy to forget about the outside world, the club and the competition between her dominants as he worked that shaft between her lips. The drake's hips rocked lightly, the dragon not trying to be too rough with her, but rather enjoying the simple pleasure of having a warm muzzle wrapped around his cock, tongue pressed softly up to the underside. Moaning, she submitted to him too, head bumping back against the wall as he held her gently still, a paw sliding down the back of her head between the frills.

And then the door swung open, allowing in the very last fur that she would have ever wanted to catch her in such a compromising position.

"What are you doing, Fyr?"

The dragoness froze, eyes wide and bulging. The black-scaled drake standing over her chuckled throatily and shook his head, looking down at her with a decidedly pitying look in his eye. He didn't step back or pull his cock from her lips, however, shoving in a little deeper so that she was forced to gulp and swallow around the still dripping head of his shaft.

"Hey, dude," the drake rumbled gravelly. "This your girl?"

Ropes raised an eyebrow, tentacles shivering as if readying themselves for an attack. Closing her eyes, Fyr awaited the inevitable, heart pounding and blood roaring in her ears with an edge of pain.

There was nothing she could do. He was going to punch the drake and she wasn't going to be able to get between them in time, not with her head pinned back to the wall with a cock stretching her jaws out. The only reason that she was able to see every last outcome to the situation in shocking detail was due to the adrenaline pumping through her veins, nerve-endings on fire and every inch of her scales prickling with dread. Time slowed, heart thumping rhythmically - too loud and too swift to have borne any semblance to comfort or relaxation.

The cougar moved like lightning, a tentacle snaking around the dragon's throat as he yanked him back. But that was where the feline's assault ended, an arm around the dragon's waist forcing him forward, working his hips for him. Fyr tried to shout, to say anything, but the cock in her mouth and throat worked under her husband's direction, the muscled dragon unable to do anything but growl weakly as he was forced to fuck the dragoness' throat.

"What..." He struggled, though Ropes had him in too tight a grasp as he encircled his arms with his tentacles too, just to make sure the drake wasn't about to try anything that may foil his evident plans. "You... What are you..."

Ropes smirked, eyes flashing quite. The strong dragon quailed and would have taken a step back if Ropes had not had him in such a tight hold.

"If you're going to fuck her, you're going to fuck her right."

Fyr hacked and gagged around the shaft, suddenly driven far too roughly into her mouth as the drake grunted something unintelligible. It didn't matter though, because he was no longer the one in control and Fyr was getting her husband to fuck her even in a most unorthodox fashion. If her mouth had not been stuffed full of dragon cock, she would have laughed, on the hint of mania. But there was no rest or respite for her as the drake was forced into her maw over and over again, each thrust drawing a fresh bout of hacking, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

Yet, although it was her husband she'd missed, there was something far more satisfying in the raw, primal thrusts than the dragon alone could have delivered unto her. He gasped and groaned, perhaps a little more submissive than he would have admitted out loud, grinding deep into her muzzle as if it was the sweetest thing on earth. Maybe it was. Fyr had never been to the demonic realms and she wasn't about to go either. Ropes wouldn't let her.

He panted and groaned loudly, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The cougar pressed up to him, far too intimately close for comfort, but it was difficult to say just how much of the drake's thrusts he was controlling as the dragon got into the spirit of roughness, tipping forward as much as he could to truly hammer into Fyr's muzzle. Moisture that was not tears trickled down Fyr's cheeks, eyes watering from the continued assault on her throat as he forced her to gulp and swallow around him if only to keep herself from launching into a coughing fit. It was far from easy, however, especially with every nerve-ending in her body tingling as if suddenly set alight, eyes burning with dark, wanton desire.

She hadn't been fucked so hard in a long time. Not by a real cock. Her heart surged, the memory of blowing her husband while he drove the truck home rising to the forefront of her mind. The drake's cock was not her husband's, but she adored it anyway, sucking him so fiercely that her cheeks hollowed in from the force of her sucking. Regardless of the situation, Sasha had certainly wanted her to please him - she wasn't so sure about the 'treat' aspect of the night - and she was going to do just that.

Only, her renewed effort and enthusiasm had a more powerful desired effect than she could have anticipated, the drake humping and gyrating as if possessed. At first, she thought it was Ropes forcing him on and suckled all the harder, but his whimpers and grunts told a different tail. Smirking privately to herself, Fyr wrapped her tongue around the length of his shaft and squirmed it around, teasing it behind the glands at the head: a little party trick. It worked better on those with an uncut shaft, but the drake was but the result of an experiment from her much younger days.

The drake could not fail to be swayed by her talented muzzle, of course, and hissed sharply, hips suddenly juddering up to sink every last inch of his cock between her hungry lips.

"Go on," Ropes goaded him, squeezing a tentacle painfully tight around his bicep, just to remind him who was really in full control. "Cum in her. You think your seed will do anything more to this cum dump? She'll gulp it all down and thank you for it too."

Fyr shuddered, eyes closing. She wasn't like that, didn't drink down the cum of every male in sight - hell, that honour would go to Sasha as the closest winner, if anyone - but the dragon wasn't to know that. In his eyes, perhaps she was nothing more than a willing muzzle in which to unload himself, only with a little of an added complication of having her husband forcing him to slam into her muzzle in the process.

Just a minor detail.

Fyr's scales seared with heat and the dragoness' head swam in lust, every crude movement driving her need higher and higher. She couldn't help it - she slipped her paws between her thighs, just for a little bit of stimulation, taking the edge off. But Ropes, of course, saw everything, as he always did, and slapped her paws away with his tentacles, a low snarl ripping itself from his throat.

"Don't you dare. I didn't say you could fucking do that."

And she didn't - dare, that was. Resting her paws back on her thighs, she whimpered softly, although the majority of her acceptance was lost by the rough, driving cock in her maw. The drake snarled as he neared climax, the nuances of orgasm impossible to miss as he raced to that high more quickly than Fyr would have initially expected from him.

Seed flooded her maw, a strange taste in comparison to her mother's pussy, which she had become so used to eating out in lieu of sucking on a nice, hard dick. Her eyes fell lidded and she moaned lustfully as he spent himself inside her muzzle, Ropes giving his hips a particularly brutal shove just to make sure that the drake's cock speared right up into the back of her throat, forcing her to gag.

But there was nothing she could do to put off the inevitable, even as the dragon's dick softened between her lips. Fyr tried her best to keep him hard, curling her tongue around the ridges with an edge of desperation, but he pulled from her lips regardless, shuffling his wings in what seemed to be an anxious fashion as Ropes pushed him away.

Staggering, the drake looked between the cougar and his wife, cum trickling over her lips as she stared steadfastly down at the floor.

Don't look up, don't look up...

She didn't have to look to know what expression on his muzzle was: anger twisted through with distaste. He could kill the drake as soon as he looked at him, yet Ropes had always maintained that he'd never ended the life of a mortal. She only wasn't sure how much she trusted him anymore. It was hard to know what was real and what was not with the taste of another male's cum in her mouth and her husband looming over them both as he wavered, a pitiful fool uncertain of where his place was after he'd been 'forced' to fuck.

And, still, the thought was there, rising unbidden and yet cruelly stabbing right into her cut. Had she cheated on him? Pain curled through her stomach like the claw of a beast. Was it the same? Was it different? How would her husband see it? She clenched a paw into a fist, ignoring the lingering flame in her loins for as long as she possibly could. It was Sasha that had made her do it anyway!

"Get out of here."

The dragon didn't need to be told twice, stuffing his cock back into his boxers as he fled the room, though Fyr chanced out of the corner of her eye that he had a rather self-satisfied grin on his muzzle. He was not a drake that she had the time nor the inclination to muse on, however, as the cougar stepped into her line of sight, a traitorous trickle of cum still oozing its deliberate way down her muzzle.

Unconsciously, she lapped it off. Ropes' expression darkened.

"So, you think other dragons are better than cougars now, do you?"

Ropes' words chilled her to the bone and she recoiled, though there was nowhere for her to go. As her husband advanced on her, tentacles coiled and still against his back - the worst sign there could possibly be - the dragoness whimpered and licked the drake's cum off her muzzle. His taste was still potent in her muzzle and Fyr shamefully gulped down the last remnants of his seed. If she licked her lips and imagined, just a little, she could taste Sasha on them too, making the simple little act all the more alluring.

But Ropes was not to be denied an answer.

"What have you to say for yourself?" He growled, demanding an answer. "Fucking someone else?"

The hypocrisy in his tone did not go amiss, but there was no doubt that the dynamic between them allowed for certain things and not for others. It was clear, without explicitly saying, where the line had been drawn. And Fyr had steamrolled over it, all under her mother's controlling paw.

She couldn't please both of them.

"It wasn't me," Fyr whispered, heart thudding as she stayed submissively on her knees, lower lip trembling as she kept her eyes downcast. "I didn't mean... Sasha told me..."

The cougar caught her jaw and forced her to look up at him, claws biting sharply into her face. Although Fyr gasped, pain rising through pounding arousal, her heart could not help but flutter, leaping a little from merely the sight of him alone.

He still did that to her, made her heart skip a beat. The muscled cougar, tan fur layering his form as if sculpted by the gods - now, wouldn't that be a jest for a demon? - growled softly, menace roiling through the sound.

"Down."

He threw out the command as if she was a pet, a dog at his feet, but she moved too slowly to obey. A tentacle struck her in the shoulder, a glancing blow designed to make her topple over rather than cause her any harm. Still, she fell heavily, barely getting her paws up in time to catch herself as her breasts connected heavily with the floor, their soft fullness crushed beneath the weight of her own body.

And then he was atop her, bearing her down into the floor, claws ripping apart her trousers to get to the sweet prize of her beneath. Her heart surged. Her husband could have fucked anyone in the club and yet, there he was, set to mount her!

It wasn't what she'd imagined as he swore and arched over her, a tentacle slinking possessively around her throat, just for that added element of control. But it was what she needed, even as her clothes fell in tatters around her buttocks and legs, tail lifted eagerly for the probing grind of his hard and dripping shaft.

"Yes!" She hissed. "Yes, please!"

"Such a slut... Sasha was right about you," he grunted, finally managing to shove the head of his uncut cock into her tight, wanton pussy. "You'd fuck anything, wouldn't you? Let anyone fuck you? At least we take what we want. But you need someone to give it to you, don't you, Fyr? My wife."

The dragoness couldn't answer. Even breathing was difficult as the cougar pressed her down, sliding his entire length in as if he was dragging it out, second by agonising second. There was no pain, only pleasure, as he drove in all the way, tentacles shuddering as if he was on the edge of climax right then and there. But the demon cougar could hold off for as long as he needed to, all in the name of his pleasure above all else.

"Darling, she's been staring after the males I've had all night," Sasha hissed, her voice rising up as if from nowhere. "Lusting after them. She thinks she's better than us now."

"Do you, Fyr?" Ropes demanded, his paw between her shoulder blades, holding her down. "Are you better than us?"

"No," she breathed, eyes hazing and smoke wafting from her nostrils. "I'm yours."

For there could have been no truer thing for her to say as her husband fucked her with a demon's brutality, uncaring for her comfort as his cock slammed in up to her inner barrier over and over again. His hips worked to fill her, sending the dragoness' head spinning, and, all the while, Sasha commented on just how he should fuck her, controlling Fyr even as her daughter got what she'd wanted for so long.

It was raw. It was lustful. It could never have been something that happened to another fur, the interlude for Fyr's heart and soul above anything else.

And that moment was everything she'd craved and more. Just the pounding power of her husband's cock driving her to a quick and brutal orgasm. The dragoness screamed, though it was a sound of pleasure rather than terror, tail whipping back and forth as the cougar snarled, wrapping it up in his tentacles just to keep it under some semblance of control.

"I'm the only male you should be fucking."

She knew, in that moment, that she would never have another again, not while she was under their divine control. After all, it was where she wanted to be, on her knees and serving as the cuckold wife, making sure her husband was happy and her mother had everything she needed too.

She was theirs to do with as they pleased.

But that didn't stop her from thinking about it.