Cuckolded by Her Mother Ch. 40

But he wasn't thinking of that as the demon cougar who had started it all ploughed into him with a savage growl, losing himself to a more feral sense of being altogether even as Scott whimpered and moaned for him. His cries were lost in Sasha's pussy and the slits of her belly, following the lead of the tentacles, however dim the notion to do so was in his mind, and lapping around them, swirling his tongue into them. He may not have quite known what to do specifically to please her there but he could only hope from her moans and other cries that he was doing the best job that a breeder ever could do.

Ropes' thrusts, however... Oh, they were everything he wanted and more. He'd never been fucked like that before, every nerve-ending in his pussy screaming for it, wanting it all. He needed it too in a way that he could not hold back, panting and moaning, squealing like a real bitch in heat. Maybe that was all and everything he had been reduced too, though the introduction of it felt kinder, the sort of thing that lifted him up rather than shoved him down. Each ragged breath raked down his windpipe as Scott sought to ease some of the tensions in his body, doing what he could while he was given what he needed. It did not make as much difference to the lines of tension and raging need as he hoped.

He moaned, cries muffled, hardly known where he was even with the grass of the backyard, the private bit of it, and the soft earth underneath pressing up against him. It kept him rooted in a moment that may have otherwise swept him away to another place and time when he wanted to be there to feel every last tiny detail, everything on fire, his skin hot and burning under his thin coat of fur. He would soon get a thicker coat there and grumble about it but there were ways to stop that from happening, hormone production inhibitors, plus staying inside while the weather bristled with cold more and more.

He didn't think he'd find much of a need to leave the house, however, as Ropes slammed into him, finding greater and greater control over the sexual part of his body. Even in the moment, Scott relished in finally being able to squeeze, just a little, around the cougar's shaft, trying to drag him deeper still even if there was nowhere, truly, for the feline's dick to go. The skin of the uncut length pulled back over the head every time the cougar drew back and Scott trembled to know just how that felt, though he could not remember the last time he'd touched or used his cock in a sexual way.

He was better as a breeder, just a stoat to be used and abused, Sasha crying out and humping his muzzle wildly as she greedily claimed the wrath of her own orgasm. It was a might, of course, that a demon could ride out easily even if he was left with her juices splattered over his muzzle, marking him as hers even as Kao grumbled in the background, jostling for position.

"Hurry up..."

Unused to being left out, Kao snarled and gnashed his teeth, bristling at the lack of attention. He would have Scott next, yes, that was the agreement. He would have him and seed him and see the slinky stoat grow heavy with his offspring, a breeder in every sense of the word.

Eyeing up Sasha, Kao shook his head, standing over her with his arms folded.

"Mom. Move."

His words may have been softened slightly without him intending that to be the effect but it was too late to take words back once they were spent into the open air. Neither did Kao much care as he growled and clicked his jaw, his mother glaring up at him. However, her pregnancy was in the early days and her mood had softened somewhat, easing back down into the manner of a demoness who was, to say the least, a little more manageable.

"Mm... Well, you're going to have to learn to share, son..."

Her purr rolled forth a little more loaded than his words but Kao hardly cared about that as he got what he wanted. His mother rubbed his shoulders and whispered to Scott, murmuring to him what a fine breeding stoat he was going to be, how many times over his stomach was going to round out in pregnancy, used every time his pussy was empty and whenever the stud-demons too pleased in-between of course. The dragon hardly noticed her there as he fed his dick into the stoat's small mouth, watching with great relish and a lap of his muzzle as Scott struggled to take it, cheeks plumping out as if he was holding his breath.

He had to hold his breath, at least somewhat, to take Kao's cock into the back of his throat, snatching breaths where he could, but he would have done it all and more just to get that sweet length of dragon-meat where it belonged. Being filled from both ends at once had ceased to be strange and felt "right" again, something that he came back to over and over again, wanting it more and more. One in his tail hole and one in his pussy was almost just as good but there was a comfort to being surrounded, to having both demons press in closer and closer as if they simply could not get enough of him.

Scott whimpered around the cock in his mouth, gulping down drops of pre-cum, slipping there with the course of saliva too. He wanted that. He wanted to be the one that they couldn't get enough of, the one that they came to repeatedly to relieve their needs, to satisfy them. Of course, there was more than enough lust to go around for their kind of family but he didn't see it that way during his heat, need driving him on.

Ropes sped up, thrusting madly, and Scott knew he was close, the slap of the cougar's hips on his softer, raised buttocks echoing through the garden. Sasha was there, hissing and murmuring, her paw between her thighs, Ropes' tentacles tightening around him, holding him in position. Dimly, Scott was aware of his own orgasm but what took centre stage for him was the blast of the cougar's seed pouring into him, spurt after spurt seeding him, yet not full. It was one of the most powerful orgasms that he had ever had, or at least it felt that way to Scott, each spurt of cum defined with him, seeking out the tiny, tiny eggs that his ovaries had released.

Who would make it there first though? That was the question that everyone would want answered as the cougar slowly pulled out, his cock reluctant to leave the heat of the stoat's cunt, a messy cream-pie of lust. Cum and Scott's arousal bubbled forth in the wake of his shaft and Kao took up position behind the stoat, letting Scott collapse to the ground and, at least then, wriggle onto his back. Even in his heat, Scott knew that it was one of his favourite positions, something that he wanted to enjoy, his loins burning, need more cum than ever before to cool the passion of it.

One climax was not enough, oh no... No, he needed more, the dragon's cock sinking straight into him, though Scott blinked in the absence of it from his muzzle. It seemed to have happened too quickly that the dragon had disappeared but Ropes' cock was supplied to him again, sliding into his maw and making an obvious bulge in his strained throat as he tipped his head back and allowed the cougar to fuck his upside-down muzzle. No one cared for Scott's comfort, of course, because he was right where he wanted to be, moaning and whimpering, caught up in the breeding wiles of the demons.

A breeder... Yes. Yes, he'd always been meant to be that, the identifier sinking home with him as if he had donned a comfortable piece of clothing, well-worn and suited perfectly to his form. It was right as his pussy closed and pulsed around the dragon's shaft, letting Kao fuck him, every nerve-ending in his fertile, overly sensitive body screaming for more. Yes, more, always more, he could not stop until he had that more for himself.

Kao huffed and grunted with every thrust, giving the stoat everything he wanted, yet they all knew how the liaison would end up. There were no surprises to be had that day after transforming the stoat into a fertile breeding slut, no, as everything was just as it was supposed to be. The blue dragon caught his mother's eye as he thrust harder and faster, puffing up his chest, angling for his first climax, already on the edge after the teasing lap and suck of Scott's muzzle. There was nothing to be held back while he hungered to seed Scott full, to see him fat and waddling with his offspring in his womb, a snarl on his lips as he mantled his wings over his back.

"Fucking...take...it..."

He was not one to be so crude in the moment, breathless and still wanton in the very best of ways, unable to hold himself back. Not that he needed to while Scott shuddered under each and every one of his thrusts, their needs in perfect sync. One load would tease into another as Kao demonstrated his breeding prowess in the only way a demon of his class could, wings snapping out as he let out an almighty roar, triumphant at the moment of climax.

Ropes rolled his eyes but cared not for the younger demon's antics and over-dramatics in the heat of the moment. It was a pleasure still to him to simply drink in everything, to feed on the rampant lust hanging sweetly in the air. He could sip on it if he concentrated hard enough but it was better still for him to let it sink into his body as he thrust and thrust, wanting his own pleasure above all else. His release came along with Scott's the rippling pulse of a throat like that impossible for a demon of lust to resist, and he climaxed with a throaty, feral yowl, letting Scott's throat take everything possible.

As the drake hunkered down carnally over Scott as if the stoat was a feast to be devoured, the stoat could not even rock and grind back against him. More, he needed it, wanted it, burned for it, only feeling load after load emptied into his wanton pussy. He closed tightly, as hard as his pussy could, around the drake's cock, imagining milking it and milking it, a never-ending flow of cum pouring into him, the spurts uncontrollable. He didn't want it to ever end and, if the demons had their way about it, as they always did, the liaison would go on and on, fuelling and feeding their lust as the circle never concluded.

But there was a dragoness too as Scott murmured, Kao thrusting and grinding, not stopping in his thrusts while one orgasm blended seamlessly into even greater pleasure. As Ropes pulled away, Sasha pressed her clit down to Scott's lips, letting him suckle and slurp, his tongue delving inside her. For Ropes did not have to make use of the breeding slut's mouth to be satisfied but instead thrust into Sasha's tail hole, her body opening up and accepting his hot length as if it was meant to be there. There was little resistance as the dragoness' moan cut through the garden, Scott shivering, treated to an up close and personal view of her pussy and tail hole, just how it stretched tightly around the cougar's meat.

Scott climaxed again, though he could not have been sure if the sight of Ropes' shaft plundered Sasha's under-tail had anything to do with that. It was harder and harder to differentiate one thing from another as moments blended together, whimpers curling into one another. Scott's pussy seemed to tighten perfectly around Kao's shaft and yet the dragon pushed right on by any resistance than presented itself, grinding deep, taking his fill. Scott's pussy could not hold every drop of seed that had been forced into him, needing to drool out along the length of Kao's dick even as he thrust. Thick dollops of creamy seed soaked into the stoat's backside as he hitched his legs up high, his paws tucked behind his knees as he drew them back as close to his chest as his flexibility allowed, all so that the dragon could thrust into him as deep as possible.

Every inch... Yes, that was what Scott wanted. Nothing else would satisfy him as Sasha climaxed on his muzzle again, the rampant drive of Ropes' shaft letting him know what fun the cougar was having too. But he wanted that cock as well, grunting as another load filled him, warmth emanating out from Kao as if he could not contain even that part of him. Both of them at once - was that something that could be done for his pussy? H barely remembered what his own limits were, but wouldn't it be a joy to see if they could truly both fill his cunny and then compete for whoever's seed actually impregnated him.

It would be a wicked competition and only truly befitting a demon, even if it had come from Scott's twisted mind. Scott would reap the spoils, if that came to pass, though he wondered still who would be the one to impregnate him - and just when he would know? Would he have to go get a scan and explain his change in sex to his old doctors or was there even something that the demons could do to make that go a little easier for him? Whereas Fyr was not as clued-up on that side of things, the demon, Ropes, seemed well-connected...

Better to not think, to sink down and down and down into the undulating arms of sub-space. A moan rose from his lips and Scott gulped down all of Sasha's fluids that he could, dipping his tongue into her honey-pot but simply unable to resist swirling his tongue around the base of Ropes' cock even as it disappeared. It was too tantalising, how their bodies joined, rendering him haplessly submissive and whimpering for more.

How many loads had Kao dumped into his pussy though? It seemed like the drake was well on his way to winning the impregnation game, if it could even be called that, his need rising. He wanted more, his heat still not satisfied - but just how did that work for femfurs anyway? Was he a femfur? Was that what he now had to contend with, truly?

He didn't care, could not care, just wanted more of their cocks, his heat rendering him blind even to Sasha and her needs. Those were something that he would have to pick up on later, whimpering and whining, slathering all of Ropes' cock that he could with his tongue, saliva drooling, eyes unfocused. Barely able to see what was right there before his eyes, he could only try to roll his hips up to Kao, wanting more, demanding more when he had no right to demand it: but needs had to rise to the forefront of his mind in the span of his clawing, grinding heat.

The drake snarled, ropes of drool splattering forth, the lewd slop of his cock spearing into the stoat rising with every thrust. It overruled everything else, the dragon as caught up in the breeding lust of a demon as Scott was in being his breeding whore, nothing more than a hole to fill. The slurp of his sex trying to suck at Kao's cock rose louder and louder and even Ropes yowled a laugh, eyes dancing, though it was difficult to tell with how they glowed, palely and faintly. Kao hunkered down, a snarl ripping itself forth, yet he could not stop, would not stop, not even as his eyes flashed in a nuance of demonhood that not even he could hide.

For he was a demon and could not hold that back as he hammered into Scott, the stoat moaning and grunting, orgasm after orgasm coursing through him. His cock bobbed and spurted on his lower abdomen too but not a soul needed to touch that when the sweet scent of Scott's breeding need clawed at Kao's nostrils, the dragon's pupils dilated as he bent the stoat's legs back even further to his shoulders, forcing his way on.

And all Scott knew was the drive of the dragon's cock, a lulling grind and thrust that he could not escape from - neither did he want to. He was there to stay, lost in the moment, soaked in his own juices and a slick mess of cum, nowhere else but there. His moans rose even around Ropes' cock when it slammed back into his mouth after tiring of Sasha's tail hole (but just who could tire of such a delight?) and the dragoness took up position over Scott's cock, forcing Kao to draw the stoat's legs back around his blue-scaled hips instead.

It meant that all four of them were in close quarters but that was all well and good, really, when they had all the time in the world to rock and groan, Sasha making use of the one cock that was left while the males swapped, taking advantage of the newest breeder.

"My seed will stick," Kao hissed, tail lashing, though Ropes' tentacles easily batted it away before it made contact. "He'll bear my young..."

Ropes smirked.

"You can keep telling yourself that. We'll see..."

Too easy going to get wrapped up in a competition that he had no stake in, Ropes rolled his shoulders back, tentacles holding Scott's legs up and spread, out of the way, as he thrust home. There was hardly any resistance at all left in the stoat's pussy as the took the full length of the cougar's cock in a single thrust, a bubbling, drooling mess of cum that one cunt simply could not contain. Not to be outdone, Kao thrust home into the stoat's throat, no one bothering to change Scott's position for all of them had him exactly where they wanted him.

Sasha's lips met Kao's as she kissed him deeply, tongues tangling, mother and son coming together in carnal lust above Scott as they both enjoyed his body. Desperately, Scott lapped at the dragon's cock, wanting it inside him even as he was fucked, but he could barely distinguish one moment from the next. All he knew was burning need, his grip on reality loosened, his cock aching, though he could not tell if he had actually climaxed from that part of his genitalia or not, the tight grip of Sasha's pussy taking what she needed from him either way.

He didn't have to know what was happening, only had to let his legs be lifted, relish in Ropes' yowls, cum forced up into his womb as the cougar climaxed again, ropes of seed flowing from him, not all to be contained. It didn't bother anyone that they were fucking where another male had been, only that they would see in time just which of them had managed to impregnate the stoat, taking him while he was in the turmoil of heat. More and more, he needed it, needed their cum, gasping and whimpering for it, a mindless mess of a stoat that only lived to serve them as their breeding slut and whore.

With his fur soaked in cum, panting heavily, the late-afternoon rays of sunshine fell over them, shadows falling longer and longer across the solitude of the private little garden. Yet there was no way he was leaving that liaison without being impregnated, not with his womb aching for it, his body burning up from the inside out for all that they had to give. Scott trembled, cum splattered and drooling down his chin, though all he could do was look up adoringly, like a cat who'd got the cream and wanted another dose: yes, please, more, sir.

It was time to see how a male-herm bore young...