Seducing His Father Ch. 04

Holly's breath caught in her throat, words beyond her, Ropes slamming in hard and fast, her body well-prepped for every last drop of lust he had to give. The cougar was a creature possessed, claiming her, filling her, his length of uncut meat slamming in and yet not meeting a single ounce of resistance along the way. Sure, Holly's pussy was nicely tight but it closed around his shaft like a well-fitting glove, yet another cunt that he'd always been meant to plough into, ramming in hard and fast as the urge to spill his seed grew and grew.

He was far from a selfish lover, despite his inclinations, tentacles teasing her tits, helping Holly hold her leg up, muscles burning lightly. Yet it was a light discomfort that she welcomed, panting softly, needed it all, the light of the moon reflecting off her fur even as it was reflected, in a higher way, from the surface of the moon itself. Her fur glowed as if struck by an otherworldly force and one could have been forgiven for considering her to be a fallen angel, one to consort with the devil when he was more than casually interested in her.

Holly was beautiful and he'd always show her that - well, as long as they were in close proximity to one another for them to have their fun. Of course, neither had any inclination of taking their strange consorting relationship to another level, being that they were with other furs, and there most certainly as no love between them either even as Ropes licked his lips and yowled, claws cutting into her skin through her fur. Holly's breath rasped in her throat, trying to arch her back and grind her hips back, yet being in such a position left her woefully and sweetly vulnerable, only able to flag her striped tail higher and higher for him.

Her pussy clenched and rippled around his cock but there was little even a demon cougar could do to hold back, slamming in repeatedly, his hips working, glutes tensing. Sweat darkened patches on his fur and he snarled viciously, eyes glowing reminiscent of his demon heritage, cock aching for release. It was the condom, however, that helped him hold off just a little more, its latex-clad embrace rendering him softly waiting, softly wanting, need throbbing up thick and yet slowly too. He pounded her as if she was the last fuck he'd ever had with the cornfield rustling and whispering around them, stalks gently brushing against one another, though nothing could drown out the sounds of their lustful pleasure coming together. Moans and groans were only the beginning of it as the cougar hissed, letting his howls rise in fervour, Holly panting, head pushing back. Her grunting whines were softer and quieter than he may have expected but it was hardly as if she was trying to hold back even in the slightest, letting him pound her for all he was worth, cunt clenching around him.

Her body tightened around her cougar plunderer and Holly's head spun, the lure of yet another orgasm clawing at her mind. She couldn't fight it off and neither did she have any inclination to, the tension inside her building and building, the cord of pleasure drawing tauter and tauter with every second ticking by. And yet the wiles of the outside world and time itself were not for either of them to worry about as his hips crushed up to her thighs and buttocks, driving in, intent in the rasp of his breath for the ultimate demonic pleasure that they had been pushing for and pushing for the whole time.

It may as well have been the first time that they had come together as he squeezed her tits with his tentacles, grinding in, heaving and gasping. It felt like that all over again, the thrill of conquest, as Holly twisted and writhed in his arms and tentacles, barely aware of what her own body was doing as orgasm crashed over her with the power of a tidal wave. And yet not even that had the due force to sweep her up and away with Ropes' arms to hold her fast, hips thrusting and pounding, that delectable length of cougar-meat slamming up into her pussy over and over again. Her thigh and hamstring burned from the effort of holding her leg up at such a sharp angle, even if he was helping her, but there was no way the cougar was going to let it back down until he was good and done with her, something raw and primal pulling deep in Holly's gut.

It was right. And she couldn't explain why.

Maybe she didn't have to as the demon snarled and bit at the back of her neck. There was no telling just how deeply his teeth would have driven in the passion of a mating bite if he had caught more than the fluff of her fur in his desperate lust, the twisting of her body just about saving her from an explanation she would rather not give. Yet the skunk ached for the spill of his seed inside her, the heat of it flooding deeper, if only for the sensation of it, something that she could not honestly have said that she'd ever felt before. After all, it was not as if she wanted to take the risk of getting pregnant...

But all of that was hard to think through clearly as he grunted and heaved, chest pushing up against her back as he leaned in close, the blanket twisting and rumpling up beneath their body. Where the creases could be smoothed out, there was still something left unfinished between then as he groaned deep in the back of his throat and, less than gently, pulled out, the condom filled with his seed. It inflated the space at the tip and drooped down under its weight and it was with a practised paw that Ropes slipped it off and tied it in a knot. It would not be needed once it had been used the once, after all.

His tentacles scooped around her, teasing and caressing, and Holly moaned, stretching her arms back over her head, although it was not in submission. She may as well, in that moment, have been a fierce feline demanding to be adored, his tentacles wandering, drawing her nipples into taut peaks even as his tongue too rasped over them. The skunk tensed and groaned, letting sensation after sensation wash over her, but Ropes was too much a practised lover (as was the way of a demon of lust) to let her go without the main event for too long.

She didn't see that his cock did not soften after that first orgasm, one tentacle idly toying with his shaft as he kept himself hard and ready, but Holly didn't need to know just how truly virile and studly he was either. If they kept fucking, that was something that would come in due time, her legs pushed back, hooked into the crook of his below as she bent at the knees. Back and back and back - all the way to her breasts they went, the cougar demanding entry as his cock nestled up to her pussy again. Already soaked, her body welcomed him in again as he slipped inside, deeper and deeper, pushing into the slit that he truly thought had been his all along.

What of Hiss though? What of his son and her boyfriend, the cougar that spoke so sweetly to Holly and promised to look after her? Sure, their relationship was still in the relatively early days and going through a period of change, looking ahead to their future, but there was no telling just what could or could not have happened between them, if only they wanted to see what life had in store for them. Cheating was one sure-fire way to crush that all down into the dust, however, even though Holly did not feel a twinge of guilt for it - at least, not as yet. It was hard to feel guilty about anything when she had a cougar-cock driven up into her to the hilt, bare and throbbing, the brush of his skin on hers simply exquisite.

Holly moaned.

Wait...

"Ropes!"

Holly squirmed, panting and eyes wide. What the hell was he thinking? And yet it still felt so good that she wasn't so sure she would have been able to do anything about it even if his tentacles had not been holding her in place, his cock throbbing and pulsing, surely smeared with his seed and lingering pre-cum pushing out and out, taunting her with the risk of it all.

"You're..." She fought to get the words out. "You're not wearing a...a..."

And yet her words devolved in a moan, even though she had absolutely no intention of not forcing the bastard to don on, grunting and arching up, though he had her well enough pinned in such a position that any grinds and humps back were fruitless and pointless. The cougar purred dominantly, relishing and luxuriating in his position as he pushed over her, his strong, muscled body covering hers with a strength that his body shape hid, tentacles pushing down on her shoulders.

"I wouldn't worry," he purred, pale eyes dancing with his otherworldly glow. "I will put one on...huff...before I cum..."

He could not speak so clearly with need rising up inside him, bidding him to thrust, to feed, to keep on fucking her until a hot rush of his seed spilt inside her. The demon inside him could not help but snarl, knowing what he needed and yet could not allow himself then - not yet at least. He'd need a reason, something that would make them both want to throw caution to the wind. What was life, after all, even for a demon, without just a little bit of risk, snarling and huffing and grinding, passion rising up through the clamour of all else?

He wouldn't impregnate her that time though, oh no... Ropes smirked, bearing down on her legs, forcing her to submit to him even as her eyes blazed in raw and open challenge. She'd have to beg him for that first, to take the risk of a full load of cougar-seed filling her pussy as she milked him of his cream, flowing deeply up into her...

The cougar shuddered, arching his back for a little more power into his thrusts, almost losing sense of himself in the moment. He needed it too, that lure of orgasm, and it was so very tempting, even then, to let loose with everything else that he had in him, to pound her to completion, regardless of the lack of a condom. Her pussy rippled around him and the sexy little piece of a skunk was truly a treat to be enjoyed tempted him on, the heaving rise of her breasts clasped within his tentacles as he massaged them softly, lustfully. In his mind's eye, he saw those nipples thick and pert with milk, dribbling a fluid trickle, her stomach round and rising in further testimony to his studliness, all that a demon of lust was capable of when, finally, allowed to let loose as they were made for.

Holly was not privy to anything going on in Ropes' head, heaving and gasping, her breasts tingling with too much sensation. And yet she didn't want him to stop... On the contrary, all the skunk wanted was for him to keep going, moaning out loud as the stars twinkled down, even though their beauty would never rise up in comparison to her own - not in the eyes of any male fur, of course, breeding her. Ropes only saw her and she knew that too, how she had him wrapped around her little finger, the feline helpless and hapless, snarling and heaving, grinding into her.

That control was just what she adored, taking him deep and taking him well and truly for a ride. In such a position, she couldn't bear back against him but she could show the sexy stud just what she'd been practising too and Holly purred breathlessly as she arched up just a little. That was merely a ruse and a ploy, however, as she clenched down on him, controlling her body and her inner muscles the best she could, in the only way she could. A rippling pulse may have been the ideal but the erratic twitch of her cunt around him was all that she could manage even as Ropes' breath caught in his throat. Holly smirked. Even something that was not as perfect as she may have wanted it to be had the desired effect on a cougar that was under her thumb, his cock buried right where she wanted it to be.

Yet she could not push things too far, growling softly under her breath as she wrapped her arms around him. No, oh, no... No. She had to be careful to remember the fact that his cock was bare inside her, offering her the very best in sensation. It would be easy, so very easy, to let everything go, but she still needed it and wanted it all, moaning and grunting in the back of her throat. She wanted him to push on, to fill her bareback... Holly shuddered bodily. Would taking a pill the next morning, just to make sure that nothing untoward happened, really be such a bad thing?

It toyed with her sense of morality and her indecision on such matters but, thankfully for her, Holly did not have to decide on that count as Ropes eased out, a condom already ready in his paw. It eased down his shaft and, in but a moment, it was back inside her, suitably clad, even though the cougar did not seem at all as if he was slowing down for the onset of his next climax. He huffed and grunted, black lips pulling back from his teeth in a ferocious snarl, as he drove on, hips working well enough at driving her down into the ground, eyes wide and wild and everything about him oozing raw virility.

He could go on forever, she thought, and not even feel it. And that was just what she wanted in a male... Maybe that was just why her attention had wavered from Hiss in the first place. He just couldn't match up to the traits of his father, regardless of how he was otherwise.

Ropes' growl rippled through the skunk even as she did all that she possibly could, clenching and pushing down on his cock, to get him off before her. There was just something about him, the might of his breeding spire, that made her want to get off so very swiftly that the lure of him was impossible to resist, although that was, perhaps, the way it had been all along for her. She'd been drawn to the cougar like no one else had ever drawn her in before and that was all there was to it as the skunk's toes curled, breath going short and fast in the prelude to yet another explosive climax.

It was the cougar, however, that reached his high first of all, letting loose a yowl that startled an owl from a nearby tree where she had, evidently, been watching for mice in the cornfield. But there would be no mice for her that night around Ropes and Holly as the cougar panted heavily, fur lightly matted with sweat, curling and damp where it clumped together around the back of his neck and under his arms. As much as his tail lashed, he longed for more, balls aching, spilling their load into the condom while his body knew, intrinsically, that there was still more for him to take from other parts of her.

Holly squealed and twisted, a tentacle rubbing her clit as her climax pulsed through her, a bursting and ripple growing and growing until the demanding swathe of it all could not be ignored. It was all she could do to ride it out, head twisting back and forth, the cougar releasing her legs a little so, at the very least, she did not have that tension to deal with too along the way.

Her orgasm tapered off slowly and there was a plastic wine glass in her paw when she was done, the skunk laughing faintly as they clinked glasses and toasted to the night. The second condom, used, was discarded also, although Ropes would not be so careless as to leave evidence of any of his trysts behind, no matter how erotic he found everything. The mere act of watching a fine femfur, such as Holly, sipping with ladylike delicacy from the rim of her glass had his cock hard and pulsing all over again, his body intent on taking all that it deemed was his to rightfully claim.

He slipped a tentacle into her, testing her readiness, but he could not bear to use a condom again when there was so much more pleasure to be had with the intimacy of skin against skin. Maybe Holly could take birth control and that would solve that little problem for the two of them - at least in the interim? It was hardly, however, something that Ropes was going to suggest in the heat of the moment, teasing her up onto her knees as her breasts quivered with breath. There was no rasp of his tongue on her pussy to be had that night, although both of them had had their pleasure in different ways so far, his tentacle questing against her pussy.

Holly shivered as he drove deeper, stretching and pulling against her innermost walls, but what she did not expect was to be drawn back gently but insistently into the cougar's lap so that she was sitting astride him, her back to his chest. Her glutes clenched and she had an inkling of what was going to happen as her heart turned over, nerves rising but in a good way, anticipation thrumming through. The head of his cock pressed up to the bud of her tail hole and she gasped, giving him just enough of an opening to push up and bear into her, letting the skunk's weight work against her as it carried her down, helping him, so very slowly, fill her with his aching length.

The cougar grunted, wrapping his arms around her, paws on her tits, but Holly did not even notice as the pressure under her tail increased, though the tentacle filling her pussy teased it through with a lick of pleasure. There was no pain, as he let her adjust to him, only a delicious strain when he thrust, her hips working almost without her thinking, bearing down and grinding onto a tentacle and a cock, head spinning and pounding pleasurably.

"Oh..." She moaned, head thrown back against his shoulder. "Ohhh...fuck..."

That was all, however, that she could have hoped to get out in that moment as her body well and truly fell prey to the cougar's whims, as helpless as she had imagined him to be in her paws. But if the taking of pleasure from her boyfriend's father was wrong, well, Holly would never have wanted to be right again, filled in both holes as she licked her lips over and over again, panting heavily.

It was too much, so much, and yet she wanted to savour every last second of it all the same, her hair clinging to her neck where she had sweated, the summer air nowhere near cool enough even in the dead of the night to cool her skin. Holly squeezed down around him, fascinated even then by how much her body could stretch, how much more she could do with him, toying with the cougar to the very best of her ability. Her playful squeezes had the desired effect too as a rush of hot breath washed over her neck, a shiver running down her spine. Before Ropes, she had no idea of the sensuality behind sex. He was a different creature entirely to her boyfriend.

She couldn't think of Hiss though, not as the tension inside her built and built, the cougar driving her towards a climax that promised to be even more explosively demanding than the ones that had come before. She needed it all though, hungry and fat like a demoness feeding, though she slurped down all that was offered still, his tentacles tight around her hips, helping her rise and fall. The burn of the skunk's thighs was no concern to her even as he bent her forward a little, breasts hanging heavily, showing off her body for his best sense of pleasure, breath rasping in her ears, everything about her closed in on by the cougar. And Holly wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else either.

It was all as she wanted it to be, rising and falling sensually on his cock, her head thrown back, passion trembling through her body. A caress of his tentacles there and a lick of her neck there, the cougar lapping at her throat as if there was something that he had to savour there, though she was barely enough with her senses. All she wanted was to enjoy the moment, the tightness, the sensation of two "shafts" pressing up against one another through the limits of her body, such a thin barrier of flesh keeping them apart. It was exquisite and like nothing else she'd ever had, the tease and slide of the tentacle over her clit into her cunt keeping her on the edge and horny, waiting and wanting.

Holly moaned. He could get her off at any moment he chose but the responding chuff against her cheek that the cougar gave told her that her half-formed idea was correct. He was waiting, just like her, for the right moment, cock throbbing inside her. She even felt that, though her tail hole should have been nowhere near that sensitive, need tightening within her, the urgency for orgasm rising up and up and up. And, still, he kept her there, on the edge, as he played with her, letting his climax rise first of all.