Seducing His Father Ch. 05

Yet, somehow, he managed to hold back from that high of orgasm, panting and snarling, Holly's paws free and stroking down his arms. The cougar shuddered. He had not even realised that he had freed her wrists, though it was all in the pleasure of things, moaning and grunting, withdrawing his shaft from her even as the skunk clung to him.

"Come on," she whimpered, rocking her hips against him. "There's another...ah...way...for that..."

Holly had not yet learned to be that crude, as wicked as she was learning to be, though she did manage to wriggle out of her jersey as she slipped around to all fours. Ropes' jeans tucked at his knees, the cougar not bothering to slide them off entirely, the skunk before him still needy, despite having one orgasm in paw that she should have needed time to come down from. But she needed it, wanted it, flipping her skirt up and letting him see how her panties clung to the side of her folds, soaked and dripping, her tail hole only lightly exposed.

That it was not on show to him made it all the more alluring as Ropes pressed in, a growl rising, tickling at his lips.

"You are too fine..."

Holly moaned, eyes alight, rocking and grinding, pushing her hips back.

"Then do me... Fucking hard..."

She didn't know how much she could take under her tail, the other hole that she could allow the cougar to spend his load in, though it was a risk there too. She was not prepared, not lubed up as she wanted to be, but she wanted the stud cougar's cock even more, grunting and whimpering. She needed it, didn't care what was being held back from, her anal ring slowly spreading, accepting him, the cougar in motion before she had the time to think about anything more.

That wiped all thought from her mind as she rolled her hips back onto his shaft, the strain overruled by pleasure as a tentacle thrust demandingly into her pussy. Not one down there but two - it pushed deeply, two stretching her pussy, the incredible tightness pulling at her innermost walls. His slick cock was at least lubed with her juices and his pre-cum, something that Holly may have wanted to think about, as it burrowed under her tail, and the cougar snarled. Claws pricking into her hips, he thrust deeply, long, slow strokes powering into him, deeper and deeper, needing it all, needing it more.

Holly twisted and bucked, breasts heavy at such an angle as she rested there on all fours, though the tightness in her muscles forced her to brace all the more. The mattress bobbed and dipped with their combined weight, though they found a way to make it work, the mattress overly soft, not the way that Ropes liked it. The cougar covered her body with his, pushing in as deeply as possible, his cock filling her perfectly as the strain used. The tightness of her pussy clenched around his tentacles, milking them as if they were a pair of cocks, rippling around him.

The cougar could not hold back any longer and neither could he be expected to as he snarled and snapped, licking his lips, trying to contain himself. There were neighbours, after all, but they had never once said anything about any strange sounds coming from the house even in the past. It was weird how things like that went but, well, he was not about to question it when he got all he needed out of it and more. They kept to themselves and they didn't say a damn word about the yowls and howls emanating from his house in the day when it was, of course, quite clear that his wife was away.

Ropes exploded under her tail, snarling, lips peeling back as he emptied his load. Spurts of hot cum flowed deep and the sexy skunk squired back on his cock with every spurt, though she was too far gone in her own lust to feel it. No, she was not that sensitive but she could feel his tentacles thick inside her, sending her spiralling off into another orgasm, head spinning, jaws parted, his others tentacles finally managing to unhook her bra, letting it dangle from just one arm as she wormed her way out of a single strap.

It wouldn't get in the way. And, if it did get in the way, Ropes would take care of it.

The cougar leaned over her, trusting her to bear his weight, and Holly trembled against him, whimpering softly. Orgasm pulsed forth and she dared not move even in the moment for fear of disturbing it, her entire body aching, lusting, though she was far from done. There was something in the cougar that made her want "to go all night long", though she hadn't quite had the chance to do that in her life, not yet. Hopefully, that was coming, even if the hasty nature of such furtively quick liaisons so often meant that there was never time for multiple rounds - not in the way she wanted them.

When the cougar withdrew from the tight seduction of her tail hole, the skunk moaned, dropping to the bed with a breathless giggle and a groan, bouncing there. With a flick of her wrist, she shook off the bra, leaving her breasts heaving and on show, each breath forcing them to rapidly rise and fall, Ropes' eyes fixed on them.

He didn't need time to recover but his lips were on her breasts anyway, nipping and nibbling and suckling, teasing and drawing each nipple in turn into his mouth. He suckled on them sweetly, his raspy tongue flicking out over her nipples, giving them such pleasure that she could not help but squirm.

"Oh... Oh, Ropes..."

She would have called him "kitten" but she wanted more from him even then, his lips moving to her throat and up to her lips, nibbling down the line of her jaw. He kissed and tangled his tongue with hers, kissing her deeply, their passion rising, though they still wanted to get in one more round, at least one more round, before the day moved on too far. There was a time for them to relax together and they were fortunate, indeed, that they had had the chance for so much already, Holly's head spinning after such a backdoor pounding. She was a touch too sore to go for another round up there but that was quite alright as the cougar slipped off the bed into the en-suite bathroom.

"Back in a moment..."

While he was cleaning himself off and freshening up, the skunk readied herself, fluffing up her hair so that it fanned around her head in a sultry halo, the angel that she was not and could never be. One arm flung out beside her head, a little too casually, and she tucked a pillow under her knees, spreading her legs, having disrobed of every last article of clothing. With her folds soft and puffy with her juices, her sex drooled her cream, the pucker of her tail hole showing where he had left his load, his mark on her remaining even after everything.

I'll have to pose like this for Hiss sometime too...

Re-using poses and flirts between the cougars was an interesting thing in itself and she wondered, licking her lips, whether either of them cottoned on to it, despite everything that was going on. Not that it mattered, but the thought of getting caught in the act, regardless of how terrifying that would be, sent a shiver down her spine, an itch and a tingle unlike anything else.

It would take her a while before she realised just what that feeling was and what it meant. It was not love, most certainly not, but something that, in the future, the raunchy skunk could delve deeper still into, however she pleased. Yet it was that understanding that had to come first.

It was a good thing that she had a cougar there to show her the way, emerging with his shaft clean and slightly damp, mrowling under his breath as he climbed back onto the bed beside her.

"My dear..." He purred, kissing her tenderly on the muzzle. "You are divine."

There was no other way to put it than that as his heart pounded for her, rocking back onto his knees while the skunk took charge, taking what she wanted while she allowed herself a brief break and respite. Yet he could not help but groan as her lips folded softly around his cock, tucked around her teeth to protect his vulnerable length. His fingers curled into her hair, holding it there, though he was almost loathe to muss up her perfect locks, how they flowed down her face so very softly, styled and lifted by the brightness of the wind and her cheerleading practice.

He regretted seeing her out of the uniform but there was more flexibility to be had without clothes as he rocked his lips, lightly fucking his muzzle, taking his time while keeping one ear out on the drive, in case the others returned earlier. It was all well and good to be on the watch but he wasn't too worried. It was hard to be worried when a sexy skunk was sucking on his cock, after all.

No... No, it was hard to worry, hard to wonder. All Ropes had to do was to be in the moment, letting her work her magic, that skilled tongue of hers learning more and more what he liked. It was all as it needed to be and he moaned, head tipping back, gripping her ears lightly. He didn't want to hurt her, of course, and some sessions did not need to have roughness behind them, the smoother strokes of his cock teasing into the back of her throat but not far enough to tap her gag reflex. It allowed it to be more comfortable still for the two of them, her hips rising, the scent of a skunk in need intensifying with her light yet natural musk. And that was all that it needed to be for the two of them.

Holly moaned around his cock, the subtle vibrations from her lips and muzzle travelling down his length, his balls aching for release. One orgasm was not enough and he wanted more, craved more, the demon inside him rising, snarling and lapping at its chops.

Do it, the demon urged. Take her. Make her yours.

Ropes knew what that meant but he could not see Holly's stomach rise with the swell of his young just yet, holding out for the opportune moment. Truly, she would be the easiest of all his conquests to pass off as something else, someone else, any offspring of theirs bearing Hiss' qualities too, when they were blended with Holly's genetics. It was the best of the best and the worst of the worst, everything wrapped up together, twisted and convoluted and just the way he liked it.

It was with the thought of her stomach rounding out, bearing the fruit of his loins, that he teased towards orgasm, wanting to seed her muzzle, need rising and rising. She took him deep and lashed him with her tongue, needing it all, wanting it all, his load the sweetest thing to her. There was no bodily pleasure involved in it for her but the tenor of his touch on her, need rising, pulsing through, cock thick and ready within her muzzle. Whereas there was far, far more still that she could do with that cock as his tentacles teased down her back, a light massage, she took her time, suckling at his uncut length and drawing his skin along with her lips.

She moaned around him, losing herself, though that was the beauty of sex, forgetting everything else, like some of only a few other things that could also help her slip away. It was all good, however, the skunk suckling fervently, her cheeks hollowing slightly as she gulped, swallowing rapidly just so that she could take his shaft as quickly as possible over and over again.

It was coming though and not even Ropes would hold back from something like that, relishing in the moment with a particularly feral-sounding yowl. His lips peeled darkly back from his teeth as his tentacles went wild, thrashing and twisting, despondent to his need as it pulsed and coursed through so very tenaciously. She was ready for it, a paw on his hip, holding the cougar as close to her as possible as she sucked it all down, gulping hard, though a trickle of his cum leaked out from the corner of her mouth as she failed.

It was a good kind of failure, however, the kind that resulted in him wiping his thumb across her mouth while she was still panting and recovering, having put his seed right where he wanted it to be. There was more, still, that they wanted, sharing a kiss, the fact that she had only just swallowed his load not bothering the stud-cat in the slightest. It was all well and good for him, as far as he was concerned, though there was a grand finale still yet to come as he wickedly dangled a sealed condom before her, clasped in the tuck of one of his tentacles.

"I think we'll need this..."

Holly grinned and gave his hips one last kiss, swinging her leg over him so that she straddled his hips with her back to him. It gave the cougar the perfect view of her muscled, round backside, toned from her cheerleading, though he only wished that she was still wearing that skirt. Ropes shuddered. The act of flipping it up to expose her arse was sweeter still than merely seeing it. Only a guy like him could understand that and that was quite alright too.

He slid the condom over his cock, making sure that Holly knew it was there, feeling confident in fucking him, mounting him, letting him get off for what had to be the final time that day. Things could not go on indefinitely, regardless of how much they both wanted it to, the afternoon ticking away as Holly's fur darkened under her arms with a light sweat, the soft musk of it lingering about her.

Maybe shower sex later...

That thought slipped from her mind as her soaked pussy sank onto his cock, easing down, taking him so very easily. It was as if it was no trouble at all to take his shaft deep anymore, her virginity long stripped away, her sexual experience growing and growing as she moaned and rolled her head from one shoulder to another. Her back arched, shoulder blades pushing back, chest lifting, putting every last bit of her body on show for him, even if it was unintentional.

No, all she cared about was getting what she needed, moaning out loud, rocking and grinding on his cock. His balls were right there to be taken too, teased with the tips of her fingers, lightly tapping and playing across them as she whimpered, the cat juddering beneath her. He rocked and twisted lightly but he was right where he needed to be, digging his heels into the bed as much as he could, thrusting and grinding. The bed was too soft for him to thrust up into her, however, the mattress dipping beneath him, trembling where he was as he yowled and clung to her hips.

"Fuck... Holly..."

Her heart turned over, stomach churning. The rawness in his tone... It was intoxicating, more than any liquor that she had drunk when she should not have let it slip down her throat. With a deep groan rising from the back of her throat, she let his condom-clad cock sink deeper still, humping back at him with a growl that was more feline in nature than skunk-like in any other way. Yet she didn't have to be anything else other than what and who she was as her passion rose, hair tossed and flying about her shoulders in her gentle curls, forgetting everything else in the world.

The cougar snarled, heart thumping, the feel of it driving in his chest a beat to which even a demon had to dance. The taste of her lust was thick and full, passion layering each depth of it, and he swallowed hard, letting it slip down like the coolest of drinks, her need making him want more and more. There seemed to be no end to it as she rode him like a pro, her sex tightening around him, the clench of it something that could be felt even then, through the condom.

Orgasm still had to come, however, even though it would not flow deep up into her pussy, not that time. It was all that they needed, that carnal desire finally flowing through to the height and passion of it all, though it would not come that day, or that night either. Yet the cougar's howl broke through even the walls of the house as Fyr drove down the road not all that far away with Hiss, neither of them any the wiser as to what her wife and his girlfriend were doing at that very moment.

Yet it was just for them, the two of them alone, all for them to enjoy. Holly twisted back, caught in the pleasurable throes of orgasm, her need tangible, even hissing and spluttering lightly as she tried to contain her ecstasy. Yet orgasm was not something that could be held back at such a point and it was her duty to give in to it, letting Ropes' paws on her hips rock and guide her, riding and riding his cock until the two of them, finally, collapsed in a sweaty mess.

"Gorgeous..."

Knowing that time was limited, he did not keep her long, though there was a sweetness to the demonic desert of cuddling in the afterglow. Her back pressed to him as his tentacles wrapped around her, cupping and lightly teasing her breasts, though he could not afford to get the skunk all riled up all over again, as much as they may have wanted to.

Down the road, tyres crunched on gravel.

Ropes purred.

He had his sexy skunk right where he wanted her. And where was the fun in any of it without just a little bit of risk, after all?

*

"So lovely to have you over for dinner, Holly."

Fyr smiled at the skunk over the kitchen table, a less formal affair than the dining table as they shared a pleasant evening meal, however light it was. Hiss sat close enough to his girlfriend for their thighs to touch, though he would be surprised later when he found her still wet and slick from her prior sessions, need lingering, a slow-burning flame that never, entirely, seemed to be snuffed out.

The dragoness took a bite of her sandwich and Holly grinned, Hiss' tentacle dancing across her shoulders, hugging her in close. It was a sweet moment but she wondered with a wicked wriggle of pure glee what he would have said if he'd known what risks she'd taken earlier, what she'd done...with his father.

Who knew? Maybe he'd even want to watch sometime? She didn't know how far his inclinations and kinks went as yet, the two of them into adulthood with so very much still to learn about each other and themselves. It was all fine by her, the time it took to learn and love and live, though how she chose to do it, well... Some, many... They would have said that it was unconventional.

Nothing Holly did was conventional.

And, now that she had her prize of the sexy stud cougar, she had so very much more time in which to play.

Hiss smiled and bumped her with his shoulder.

He didn't know what her smile of return meant.