Cuckolded by Her Mother Ch. 38

That was no matter, however, just another little daydream for her to lose herself in, though slipping away was not something that she could exactly do all that often. No, moans in the air called her back to reality even when she didn't want to come all the way back and she cried out softly, even then, rocking her hips, grinding onto her paw as her tail hole still bore the strain and stretch of her brother's cock. Her fingers buried themselves instinctively into her pussy but the lure of orgasm was not hers right then and there regardless of how free she was to take it. No one had said, after all, that she couldn't get off...

"Yes... Fuck me... Fuck me harder!"

The armchair creaked and Sasha moaned out lewdly, presumably for Fyr's benefit. It worked too: nothing made Fyr feel more inadequate, smaller and more insignificant, than being down on the floor, waiting to tend to the fluffing needs of those before they got what they really wanted. Kao didn't even flash her a grin, not even noticing that she was there, the drake hammering in with short, sharp strokes, tail lashing the air.

No, she thought. HE didn't care about her. All he cared about was that he had Sasha there and a hot hole to fill, one that he didn't have to be careful with. Even though the furniture had been carefully reinforced and chosen to stand up to the pressures of demon-kind, the chair still creaked as he bore down furiously over it. He fucked Sasha as if he hated her, though there was only love between them, balls swinging lightly, smacking into her buttocks with each and every stroke. He fucked her so fiercely that the swing of his nuts should have been painful if he had not been a demon and yet his resilience was boosted by the demonic blood flowing through his veins.

It was a good thing, a very good thing, for there was no part of being a demon that Fyr's brother hated, baring his teeth in a savage grin, the sharper fangs more noticeable when he performed such an action. That was the only hint visible to the outside world that he was a demon, though Fyr still swore that his eyes glowed like Sasha's in the dead of the night when he was at the height of his lust. Ropes, however, was the only one of them with completely faded out eyes, a neutral white that glowed when his blood was up, devoid of even a pupil. Fyr shivered. Once, she had been unnerved by it. Later, she had adored it. Now... Now, she didn't know much what she thought of it.

"Starting without me?"

She stiffened. That was her husband but the cougar was no husband of hers that she recognised, though he looked the same, his nudity exposing his brown fur where it blended to cream, his cock already hard and wanton. It would never be desperate, however, as he always had someone to fill his needs at all times. Fyr licked her lips and looked up at him but there were no words to come from her lips when her husband towered over her like that, intimidating her without even really trying.

One of his tentacles brushed absently under her chin and she leaned into the surprisingly tender touch with her eyes half-closed, the hint of a purr on her lips.

Oh...

But it was gone as soon as it had appeared as if it had never been, Ropes grabbing her by the shoulder and firmly guiding her down to the floor. She toppled to her back but that was all the invitation he needed while she recovered from the bump (it was not as if it was that great, after all), though he didn't need to be slow. No, he didn't have to wait for permission that was already granted and the first notion Fyr had that she was being used was his hot length of prick sliding deeply up into her pussy.

The dragoness whimpered, hardly daring to breathe. Yet she could not hold her breath forever as she rocked her hips up, grinding and pulsing, pushing and writhing. She wanted it, needed it, her husband so close to her and yet so far, almost as if he was trying to fuck her while putting as much distance between them as possible. He hitched her legs up so that she rested on his thighs and didn't even let her wrap her legs around his waist, his tentacles keeping them neatly and tightly suspended in place while her tail was similarly pinned. Everything about the demon radiated easy dominance, not even needing to try to put her in her place, but she was too caught up in the rampant drive of his cock into her pussy to care one bit about that.

She just needed him, so very desperately, every fibre of her being and body screaming for him, wanting him. It was strange to have her husband around so much and yet not be present in his life as the others were, though some part of Fyr had accepted that she could not match up to what the others gave him. She wanted to think too that her husband would never have done any of it if she had not told him and her mother about that dream of cuckolding she'd had so very long ago, starting a chain reaction of events that she could not even call halt to.

None of that mattered though with his cock buried inside her, making her heart pound and her blood sing. Her scales prickled with a dry heat, excitement clawing at her guts, though the swish of her tail drove her on, trying to hump back at him even though she knew, truly, that she was just a warm hole for his amusement. Her pussy clenched and squeezed around him (nothing in comparison to the muscular control that Sasha could offer him) but she tried, oh, she most certainly tried.

Dimly, she was aware of the stoat walking in, curiously watching all that was going on, though Fyr was under no illusion that Scott was higher up in the pecking order than her. That was why she could not have said that she was at all surprised when her husband's cock slipped from her pussy, leaving her hot and dripping and practically blubbering for more.

"P-p-please, Ropes..." She tried, though the words came out hardly with any coherency to them at all. "I...I want...want..."

Her husband shushed her, a tentacle pressing to her lips. She was so far gone that she parted her lips and drew it into her mouth, sucking lewdly.

"Oh, he's more interesting than you, Fyr, you know that... He's actually got a pussy I can fuck without hold back."

Fyr whimpered. That was true. But he didn't have to fuck her as roughly as he did the demons, did he? Scott was breakable too, but Scott did not currently have a bun in the oven.

Thus, she was forced to watch as Ropes kissed Scott deeply, tongues tangling as he battled the stoat's back within his muzzle, dominating him easily. Fyr and Scott were, by far, the most submissive ones there and Scott practically melted into the cougar's arms, his light musk filling the air. It was impossible to miss the thick scent of sex filling the room as Sasha cried out through yet another orgasm, Fyr missing the first few that she had been fucked through.

Ropes bent Scott back as Kao filled Sasha's cunny, fucking her hard, the chair creaking and rocking and threatening to tip, but Fyr didn't hear any of that. All she heard was the wet slop of her husband's cock disappearing into the fur that he had once "kind of had a thing for" as he was bent over. Scott cried out, a long, low moan, and she knew that he was being perfectly filled, Ropes' tentacles locking him in place even as he desperately tried to grind back, hips working and humping furiously. Like her, however, he was a fuck toy to be used, even though he was at a different place in the family than Fyr, the one who had brought the family together, and that was not something that Scott either could forget.

She watched even though it made her stomach twist in strange and wonderful ways, turning upside down and jumping, lurching, sickeningly so. Her belly rocked and she didn't know whether she should have kept her paw between her thighs or not for everything was so conflicted that there. She could do it, she was sure of that, but was it even right when it was her husband with...

Oh, it was too much to think about. Best not to think at all in that case, the tip of her tail curling around less than absent-mindedly to tickle the softly swollen lips of pussy. It slipped inside, a replacement for a cock, and drove deep, Fyr leaning back on her paws while she grunted thickly, trying to get something out through the heat of her lust.

When her husband's eyes met hers, her heart skipped a beat.

"Why don't you suck his cock while I fuck him, dear wife of mine?"

He was taunting her, she was sure of it, the demon's lust knowing just how such an idea and turn of phrase made her blood sing. She should have refused but it didn't feel right to do so. That wasn't what a wife like her was supposed to do, casting her eyes down, heart pounding, her throat tight with emotion. She'd taken any little manner of closeness she could get with her husband, even if it was just with him being there while she served everyone who thought that they needed working up just that little bit more.

But she couldn't say anything against it, taking all that she could get merely to be part of it while she worked him up, showing Ropes how wide she could get her maw. It was as if she thought, even then, that she could win him over by showing him that she was better, that she could suck his cock better than even Scott, the stoat who had learned so much about the demon cougar's likes and dislikes. It was not to be even as she took Scott's dick into her mouth, her long, draconic muzzle perfectly shaped for such activities. Not even slurping lewdly and moaning around Scott's length as if it was the best thing in the world got Ropes' attention, the slap of his hips on Scott's backside resounding through the room.

"Ohhh... Come on, Kao, is that all you've got?"

That was Sasha's snarl and she could not help but flinch as the two of them toppled to the floor, though, thankfully, did not break anything in the course of their lust. That was fortunate for her, for she wasn't sure to what extent it was that she had managed to demon-proof everything. Her mother managed to get on top of Kao and slam her hips down onto him, taking his cock deep and fast, just the way he liked it. As much as Fyr's brother snarled and snapped, Sasha had the upper paw, at least for the moment, and there was not all that much Kao could do about it.

Ropes smirked as his thrusts drove Scott's cock into his wife's muzzle, fucking her through the body of the stoat as if Scott was needed, in a strange sort of way, to put distance between them. She whimpered softly but the sound was lost by the rougher drive of Scott's dick, the dragoness not even able to take any pleasure from it as she had once thought she could. Maybe that was something that could come in time.

She was just there, the fluffer, Kao snarling and slamming up into her mother with furious viciousness. Her maw was all that they needed and her holes however they desired but her participation in all of it may as well have been as lax as that as a sex doll, for there was nothing more that she needed to do. Sure, they wanted her to show some initiative in pleasing them but, considering that they spent their lusts and pleasures on each other instead of her, she really was simply something in the background for them.

Still, that didn't mean that Fyr could not take pleasure from the feel of a thick cock sliding over her tongue, driving into the back of her maw when there was a particularly deep thrust that she was not prepared for. Scott could not slip into the back of her throat but the sensation of his pre-cum sliding down fulfilled that kinky little need of hers, pushed to her limit and loving it too. The dragoness slipped away, languishing there, yet she did not need to worry about anything while she had a cock in her mouth. All she had to do was to serve it, to please it, to take every rough stroke that was delivered forth from it, again and again.

Abruptly, it was gone, leaving her tipping forward, impaled on her own tail, grunting and groaning while she looked for the shaft. Scott seemed just as perplexed as her (which was something) as Ropes sized up to Kao, the demons facing off. Kao scowled and backed off, though there was always a look in his eye that told an entirely different tale, something of not wanting to back down, to be the bigger demon at the end of the day. Ropes was the controller, however, the one in charge, and that was far from a title that he would ever be willing to give up to one that he had created, coolly confident in his abilities. After living for as many years as he had, it would have been difficult not to be.

Kao, however, had someone else to enjoy while Ropes took Sasha in his lap, leaning back against the sofa while she ground down onto his cock. The demoness cried out shrilly as she climaxed, demanding more, and that more was all that he wanted to deliver unto her, giving her everything she desired through the realm of lust and fantasy over and over again. Yet Fyr's eyes were on the blue scales of her brother as he sauntered up, a drake with a hard cock and a bone to pick about his position and status in the family.

"Come on, Scott, do you think you're better than a demon?"

The stoat stuttered and tried to back off but he didn't have anything to worry about as Kao jerked him up against him, side by side, his tail making sure that Scott was not able to move away. Kao took a break while making Fyr suck Scott's cock, a mocking demand and a taunt doing the trick. She had the stoat's cock back in her mouth before she could think about it, whimpering and trying to twist her head away, conflicted in both her emotions and her heart.

One after the other... It was Sasha, she realised that was the dragoness in demand there, even though she dealt with the males just as much as she did. Scott was called forth to please her and they took turns ravaging Sasha, the dragoness cocky and snappy and forcing only one at a time. She wanted all of their attention at any one time, smirking and kissing Ropes deeply, even sneaking a look back at Fyr to see what her reaction was. But the fluffer of the family was too caught up in sucking Kao's shaft to care, moving from one to the other as they all took their true pleasure from Sasha.

She still wanted to see Scott breeding her, fucking her, though Fyr was not such a fool as to think that Scott was still thinking of her while he did it. Why would he think of her when there were so many other things for him to focus on, to lust over, passion rising, throbbing through the very crux of her being. Sasha rode Scott as if he was a dildo, though the stoat's moans told a tale that the dragoness' words did not, easily dominating him so casually that it spoke volumes of how frequently the two of them came together on a normal basis too.

Down and down, over and over: the rhythmic thrust of Sasha's hips captivated Fyr, unable to think of or consider anything else but her mother and Scott's rampant lust. It was more powerful to her than watching her mother fuck her husband even, though a different kind of powerful. Control and domination were traded like passing commodities in the household of the ranch and Fyr whimpered, her tail soaked with her juices and yet she did not even know whether she'd had an orgasm of her own or not.

It didn't matter, not as she learned her true place there, learning a little more again and again with every day that passed. Her place was not fixed but a changeable thing that suited the needs of the demons and, of course, her place had had to change while her stomach rounded out with her pregnancy. The demons may have been vicious but they did not want to harm anyone either, of course, much less the little one that, one day, would be born from her.

That meant that she was their toy to work them up, to get them ready for the main event: never the main event herself. Maybe that was okay. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was something that she would change again for herself after she'd let the swell of her stomach soften, returning to some state of normal.

She trembled. How quickly would Kao fill her again and impregnate her after that? She was his, his toy to do with as he willed, no more than that. His passion was vibrant, stronger than it could have ever been as a non-demon, just her brother, her regular old brother.

It terrified her. And she lusted for it, the reality and drama of her family, the pot that she had stirred even if she did not know quite what she had cooked up.

She was just a broodmare for her brother, a fluffer for her family. His brand lay there day in and day out and it would never again leave her, a constant reminder of her place, even if the taste of cum and her mother's arousal in the back of her mouth was not strong enough for her.

The dragoness shuddered, in the thick of it all, whimpering and grunting, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. Some parts of it all had not even been acknowledged and that was okay, if only for a time. Eventually, they would have to be looked at, her new reality explored.

But not yet. Not quite yet.

There was some part of Fyr that loved it. There was some part of her that didn't like it. Yet those feelings were in constant conflict, pushing against one another, back and forth, like the churning of her gut when she took a cock particularly deeply up under her tail.

She still didn't know how to manage them. Maybe she never would.

Whimpering, Fyr allowed her head to be pushed down into Sasha's pussy, eating out the cum that drooled thickly from her, mixed from all three males. Well, Scott was still close enough to a male in her mind.

"All of it..."

She would not disobey, would not disappoint, their special fluffer and caretaker, the one that they all looked to.

She swore she could taste Scott's seed in the mix, her lust confused, pinging between Kao, Ropes and Scott and back again. She could just lick though, slurping it up, ignoring their mocking, the place of a fluffer always on the floor at their feet.

Fyr trembled.

In a way, it was the place she should have taken all along.