Cuckolded Pt. 01

So, the dragoness had to make a choice.

"In your eyes, yes," she growled, her tone dropping, shoulders sagging. "But I'm tired of this, Ropes... You didn't even talk to me, didn't even acknowledge that anything was wrong... And I can't do it like that, not anymore."

"Am I supposed to ignore your lust when you heard us fucking then?"

He might have not been able to ignore that, but Fyr could. She let the question slide, avoiding his gaze.

If he knew about that...she wasn't going to get much more out of him.

"I don't want to leave," she whispered, her throat raw from the emotion she was keeping back. "But I might ask you to leave."

"You don't mean that."

She didn't. She wasn't ready to tell him to go. And yet she knew that, maybe one day, she would be ready.

If she didn't delve into other things...

"Look..." Ropes spread his paws out, his tentacles dropping and softening a little -- enough for the dragoness to notice. "I'll not see her, openly, until things are worked out here. But would you rather me fuck her or fuck around with others? Things are going to change, Fyr, because I'm not going to hold back anymore."

In a way, the dragoness appreciated that he was laying things out plainly for her. It was a shame that the cougar had not had that conversation with her before he'd started fucking Chemical but, well...she wasn't so sure dwelling on the past was going to fix anything. The pain and the hurt rebounding inside her, hollow in the cavern of her ribcage, were enough of a reminder of that.

They came to a cautious sort of agreement. He would not make it overt that he was fucking Chemical and wouldn't rub it in her face. Otherwise, they would try to work on their relationship.

It wasn't much of an answer but it felt like the best Fyr was going to get from him.

Continued in part two of three...