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Sasha breathed out a soft groan as she woke up. The noise was quiet, just the softest of whispers that left her muzzle. To say that she was sore would be one hell of an understatement. It felt like she'd pulled a muscle in her stomach. Everything from her chest down to mid-thigh ached. Her mind wandered on why for only a second before she became acutely aware of the presence against her.

Looking over her shoulder, her eyes widened as memories of the day before came flooding back to her. Her step-brother was tucked up tight behind her with his hand resting on her hip and his other tucked under her head. Her tail was draped casually over his thigh, meaning that his privates were tucked up very close to hers. She could feel his morning's erection pressing against her, the hot flesh pulsing gently against her stained scales. The dragoness felt her own need fluttering in her belly, but it wasn't as pressing as it'd been the day before. Maybe it was Cal offering 'assistance' in a way that no toy or her own fingers could manage, or it could just be that she wasn't expecting it to hit her so it got her off guard.

She was beyond thankful that he'd worn a condom the day before.

The temptation to sate that warming need was there, but she was feeling a little dirty now. Her thighs were coated with her dried juices. She couldn't count the time she'd played so hard and fast with herself until she'd simply fallen asleep. And each time she swore she'd never do that again, since it left her feeling so dirty the next morning.

And boy did she feel dirty, but for an entirely different reason. It wasn't a bad type of dirty. Well, she didn't think it was a bad type. It was... to say she was confused was a severe understatement. She'd have to sort out her feelings before to long. After a shower. Shower came before anything else. Hopefully.

She eased herself away from Cal's grasp and off the side of her bed. Slipping from the bed, she padded quietly around the room and out the door. Now, on any other day she'd head right for her bathroom but since her folks were out of town she was going to use theirs. The bathroom she used had one of those stupid bathtub/showers that nearly ever suburban household she'd been in had. No, she was going for her parent's bathroom. They had a much better, bigger shower.

The dragoness had only made it a few steps down the hall before freezing. Shit! They'd left Rufus outside overnight. Had they? She didn't know where Cal had stuck the dog after he'd come in. Her tail twitched behind her slowly as she chewed her bottom lip in thought. Well, she really should check. With a quick glance back towards her bedroom, she hurried downstairs towards the kitchen.

"Rufus?" she called questioningly. There was a shuffle and the clicking of nails on hardwood as the dog poked his head out of the laundry room, tail thumping on the door. She smiled with a relieved sigh, "Good, just wanted to make sure you weren't outside." Tail still waving behind him, the dog padded towards her with a quiet little woof. "No no, stay downstairs." She backed up quickly, not wanting a repeat of the day before. It was one thing to deal with a male that could think and reason. Well, as much thought and reason as Cal could manage when he wasn't getting a noseful of her scent. Really didn't want Rufus to try and follow her to the shower for a round two. "I've got to shower then I'll let you out again." His head hung a little, as if disappointed that he couldn't follow. His tail gave a slow thump as he padded forward a few steps. Sasha snapped her fingers and pointed at the laundry room as she backed up the stairs quickly. Rufus grunted, but either he hadn't gotten a whiff of her scent yet or his training won out over everything else. Nails clicked as he retreated back to the laundry room.

Back upstairs and still alone, she hurried down the hall and towards the master bedroom. It was always a weird feeling, walking into the bedroom. Rebecca had always been the nicest woman to her, and her dad was... well, he was her dad. It was something about the room though that made her feel as if she were entering some place she shouldn't be. As if she were invading someone else's sanctum.

Everything was exactly as she'd left it. No big surprise since until Cal had shown up unannounced she'd had the place to herself for the better part of a week. The bedroom was neat as a button, curtains pulled back to let a trickle of light come in through the shades. More than enough to see the room.

Rebecca had done the vast majority of the interior decoration. Her tastes tended to simple elegance. There wasn't an over abundance of furniture. Just enough there to give the room a far more open feel to it all. Sasha knew that the lack of chests didn't hinder Rebecca's clothing choices in the least. Her closet was seriously impressive and could just about be a bedroom all on its own. It wasn't the clothes or closet that she was interested in. She hurried across the room and into the bathroom.

Now this really was a bedroom unto itself. Literally. It had originally been much smaller, but some serious renovations had expanded the bathroom out into what had been a tiny little guest bedroom. In what had been a room only large enough for a bed and a dresser now stood the bathroom to end all bathrooms. The tiles were gently warmed under her feet. Some sort of efficient electro-tape or mesh or something. Her dad had practically been drooling over it when they installed it, going on endlessly about how amazing the stuff was. All she really remembered was how great it felt on her feet.

A massive whirlpool tub stood against one wall, easily big enough for three comfortably. She could only imagine what Rebecca and her dad got up to inside of the tub.

Well... maybe she didn't want to think about that too hard. Best leave things like that un-imagined. Even if it did begin to tickle at the edges of her mind and make her thighs rub together. What would it be like to have sex in a whirlpool? To have a hard, firm body against her while the warm water swirled around her. Massaging her...

Sasha bit her lower lip and rubbed her thighs together briefly before hurrying to the shower. An entire corner of the room had been annexed for the shower. Large, heavy tiles made up the floor and two walls. A low, shallow bench stretched along one wall. A handle ran the length of another wall. A recent addition. Something her step-mother needed ever since she'd hurt her back. The main feature of the shower was the array of shower heads that ranged along the wall above the rail and up to the ceiling, ending in a larger 'rain' type shower overhead.

Oh she could spend all day in here given the chance. And, unlike her own bathroom where she needed to get a towel from the hall closet, this one had a standing closet packed to the brim with some extraordinarily fluffy and thick towels.

Hurrying into the shower, she slipped through the glass door and let it whisper shut behind her as she twisted and played with the knobs. The lowest shower head turned on first, letting her stand out of the way and get the water to her liking before turning on the others. Sasha stepped in front of the water and leaned her head back as wonderfully warm water began to drip, then pour from the various heads before coming down on her like the most perfect of waterfalls.

Lips parted in a soft moan as the water washed across her pearlescent scales. She moaned as the warmth thudded over her scales, working out tension she hadn't even realized was there. Tail swayed behind her and wings shuffled as she stood there and simply let the warmth soak in for a long moment. Fingers scratched lightly over her head before roaming over her neck. They followed the streams of water as it ran down her neck, across her chest. Fingers lingered briefly over her belly before tracing down to her thighs. She paused there for a just a breath before bending forward to brush her fingers down her calves and to the floor.

Her body rolled slowly as she let out a shuddering breath. Oh her entire body was aching after yesterday. She pressed her palms flat to the tile and stretched legs and body nice and slow. Deep, slow breathes, let the massaging beat of the water drive the ache from her. Wings stretched and tail curled slowly as she huffed out little groans.

Yesterday had felt amazing. She'd played with her toy so many times it was almost just part of her day. Wake up, have breakfast, shower, work, come home, TV, dildo, sleep. But that encounter with Cal? That was exciting in a way Bruno hadn't been in the longest time. Yeah, they were roughly the same shape but he was larger than the toy. And not to mention just how it felt to have a warm, pulsing male inside of her. Not just inside, but over. That hit her on an entirely different level than she'd expected. Maybe it was just her heat making her need something more than a lump of silicon. She'd never had that good of an orgasm before. Truth be told, she was fairly certain she'd pulled a muscle in her stomach.

Didn't know that was even possible. Cum so hard that you strain a muscle? Who'd ever heard of that happening?

Standing upright, she stretched her arms towards the ceiling and let her breath whisper from her lips. The aches that echoed around her belly relaxed as she breathed. It wasn't just her abdominal muscles either. Something deeper inside ached too. Her cervix maybe? Really hard to know since she'd never been with a guy before. She'd heard about that before, but she'd heard just as many people saying it was impossible or caused a lot of pain.

It hurt, that much was certain, but it hadn't been blinding agony some said it was. Really, it was hard to tell how much it actually hurt since both times she'd felt that deep pinch she'd been in the middle of a babbling orgasm. Those ridges had been...

She dropped her arms and grabbed a loofah before drizzling some scale scrub onto it. While working the lather onto her body, she started to think about the biggest issue of all. Cal.

He wasn't her biological brother. Not even close. They'd both been preteens when their parents met and started dating. They hadn't dated more than a handful of months before getting married, then she had a new step-brother. She'd spent nearly half her life thinking of him as her brother. Now... Now he'd been the first guy to have sex with her. She really didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand, the sex had been amazing. On the other, he was legally her brother so it was weird. But the sex was amazing. He was a nice guy and just a little older than her, but they'd practically grown up together. It was hard to think of him as anything other than her brother.

But the sex...

A growl rolled from her throat as she started to wash off her thigh angrily. She really couldn't blame her heat for being attracted to Cal. If she was honest with herself, it was hard not to be attracted to him. He'd always been there to help her with one thing or another as they grew up. He was smart, funny, and just had one of those auras that made her relax so much around him. Then there was his body. He'd put on some muscle since going away to college, and she'd sure as had never seen that tattoo of his before.

So yeah, she found him physically and mentally attractive and it either had nothing or everything to do with her current state. Letting out a huff, she bent forward to work on cleaning her thighs and legs up.

"I'd ask if I could help, but I'm not sure about those growls." She'd been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she hadn't even noticed Cal's approach until he spoke.

And now she was keenly aware that while cleaning her legs, she'd been standing with her ass aimed right at the bathroom door. Which meant that, much like the night before, Cal had been given a perfect view of her rose-tinted pearlescent lips. Especially with her tail lashing around with those agitated and conflicting thoughts.

She turned her head and breathed out a huff, trying to hide her flushing cheeks (the ones on her head) from the male as she tried to stay casual about cleaning herself. Straightening up, she turned her body to only reveal her profile "It's not you. I mean, it is, but it isn't. It.. I... errrf."

"It's complicated?" he chuckled as he stepped into the shower. "Mind if I join you?" Oh she wanted to say no, wanted to give herself time to think over it. That wouldn't solve the issue though. Not with her heat still making her gut churn and burn with that wanton ache. And not with his habit of walking around without a shirt on half the time. Her shoulders rolled in a shrug as she tried to focus on just scrubbing herself even cleaner than she already was.

Cal too the motion as the silent invitation it was and joined her. Like the whirlpool, the shower seemed large enough to hold several people at once. Even with that sheer size, it suddenly felt much smaller as the male eased in alongside her. "Yeah, it is a bit complicated isn't it?" His voice was so smooth and soft, each word rolling out and being flavored with the softest of purrs. He took a handful of the scrub and started to rub it along his body. "Practically brother and sister and here we were..." he nodded down at his groin. She followed his eyes and saw his half-hard cock standing proud. "But we did use protection."

"Yeah, we did." Couldn't deny that. And it did feel good, "Really good."

"What was that?"

Her cheeks burned red hot, realizing she'd said that out loud. "It... um... it felt really good. Really really good. I mean, it aches a little now, but it was amazing for my first time."

Cal blinked at her, "First time? You mean you've...Wow."

"It's not funny!"

"No it isn't. I wasn't laughing, it's just... wow. I expected you to have guys crawling all over you, beautiful as you are."

That blush deepened. "I did, but I was always kind of waiting for... not Mr. Right. Just something better than what I was being offered. Which you are some kind of amazing..." she trailed off and looked at him from around the shield of a wing. "I'm beautiful?"

Oh there was something about the way she peeked around her shoulder that was just adorable. "Drop dead gorgeous. Not just in how you look either." The easy smile he tossed her way made her flush all that much more and look away. Cal slipped up behind Sasha and ran his fingers over her belly. "Did it hurt?" He hadn't been as much in control as he liked to be. Her scent had been intoxicating. Hell, it still was. The male ground his teeth quietly as he tried to ignore the growing ache of his raging hardon.

Sasha let her fingers brush over his lightly. "Felt like I pulled a muscle." A touch guided his hand along her abs, "Right along here."

The two dragons moved closer together as Cal's fingers traced over her velvety smooth scales. "Wow," he purred into her ear, "I've heard of that happening, but never managed to pull it off myself." His chest brushed against her back slowly.

A soft pant whispered from her lips, feeling her tail lift and stroke over his thigh. "It doesn't hurt too bad, I was doing some stretches."

Her voice dropped with each hesitant word until she was almost whispering. Cal had to learn forward to hear her, muzzle brushing over her cheek. "I saw. Woke up and heard the shower, figured you might want some..." he trailed off as his length pressed against her backside. Sasha's hips shifted and body moved to invite him deeper. Water danced along his back as he uttered a deep rumble, "company."

Breath hitched in her throat when she felt his tip kiss her lips. Cal spread her ever so lightly. Not even really penetrating yet. His tip brushed over her swollen mound, parting her delicate lips ever so slightly and exposing her flushed inner lips to the air.

Time seemed to slow to a stop as they stood there. Her fingers tightened on the rail, which she didn't even remember grabbing, as her foot slid along the tile floor. One of Cal's hands rested on her hip, the other had its fingers twined around hers and resting on her belly. Dark cheek pressed to hers as she leaned back against him. Their lips almost touched but not quite. Not yet. Her tail was arched, curling over his hip and draping over his own. She was exposed and positioned for him. He was poised and ready to claim her again. Without protection this time. The thought of having him bare and buried didn't even enter into her mind. There was only a single thought that could surface through the growing thrill.

"Please."

That single word broke the spell while also encompassing everything that needed to be said. It was the very essence of both the moment and their feelings. For Sasha it spoke of the need, of acceptance for what was to come. For Cal it told him exactly what he had to do while extending permission.

Nails scratched over scales as he drove forward. The initial stretch seemed to go on for a small eternity as his cock arched into her blood-flushed tunnel and stretched muscles that ached. Not from the soreness of their rutting the night before, but the ache that was only sated by being filled to the very brim. Her jaw dropped slowly, muscles tensing and body shifting as he slithered deeper. Time stretched even as she did, the act of penetration taking months, years, from the time he began to ease in until the first ridge kissed her rose petals.

In an instant, his body was flat against hers. Wet scales smacking together as a pleased squeal was driven from her body, echoing off the tile and glass as it blended with his grunt.

Sasha dropped both hands and hung onto that rail for dear life as she wrenched herself away from Cal's broad chest. Bare feet slapped onto the wet tile as she drove back with a savage, guttural moan. His snarl answered. He knew, he wasn't going to make her wait. Ridges flared and popped against engorged clit. The jolts made her hips bounce before she drove back to meet his thrust.

Her timing was off. She reached the end of her swing before he'd buried more than a ridge or two back into her. Precious milliseconds slipped through her fingers before his hips slammed against her lifted rear. The dragoness arched, hissing in annoyance at herself. Muscles tensed and pulled away again as her step-brother drew himself away. Some deep buried instinct froze her muscles as his tip reached her entrance, locking every muscle. Without even looking at him she could feel him tense. Even with only the very tips of his fingers and cock touching her she could feel it coming. The energy building then crashing over her as he surged forward. She drove back hard, head dropping as she put everything she had into lunging back.

Their bodies met in a clash of scale on scales the likes of which would be remembered in legend. His fat sheath pressed tight to her swollen lips. Those wrecking balls he claimed to be his testes slamming against her with a smack that echoed off the walls. A squeal was forced from her muzzle as they ground their privates together before parting. Her walls grabbed his cock and held tight, clinging to him with a hungry slurp. She hissed, tensed, drove back, arching proudly as their bodies crashed off one another again.

Sasha squealed again, purring proudly as she drove herself back to meet his thrusts. Deep, approving grunts forced their way past his hungry growls. He rolled his head and watched how her body was holding tight to him. Those luscious lips stretching as they tried to fight his retreat only to welcome him back in with their burning warmth. Both his hands rested on her hips, holding onto the squirming dragoness as they fucked in the shower. His tongue ran over his lips as he watched her folds stretch and pop as his growing knot pulled at them. Nowhere near large enough to catch yet, but fat enough to maker her hips jump before pushing back hungrily as he buried it again.

Cal didn't retreat on his next thrust, instead pushing forward as Sasha pulled away. He pressed tighter to her, hands sliding up around her body. Lips met her neck in a growling kiss. She voiced a hiss as she offered a token squirm, wanting to keep up the savage rutting. Maybe later, but he was the one in charge. Hands covered her breasts, fingers honing right in on those rock hard nipples. The very tips of his fingers pushed against them before pinching, massaging the soft flesh.

Body writhed under his with a gasp. New sensations cutting through the haze, giving her something else to focus on. Just for a second though. Her attention dropped back to their joining when he started to thrust again. Fast, hard, barely moving. Just deep enough to make a couple ridges pop quickly across her needy clit. Shoulders hunched and head dropped as she uttered a wordless moan that built.

Lips brushed over her cheek. "Cum for me."

She hadn't known she needed that until he provided it to her. Head shot back, bouncing off his muscled shoulder. She shoved her spine against his chest and drove her hips into his lap, "AH FUCK FUCKFUCKMMMMffff." While one hand held tight to the railing, the other fell back to grope at his hips. His thrusts were short and sharp, hammering her and keeping her going as long as she could. Thighs shook as her orgasm crashed from one end of her body to the other. Juices dripped from her stretched pussy, disappearing in the cascade of water that continued to rain over them. She could feel it, teetering on the edge of sealing them together. Fingers groped blindly at his hips as she whimpered through the orgasmic fog that gripped her so tightly.

He wasn't going to give her the knot. Not this time. Cal pulled out of her with a wet slurp. Raging cock slapping against his belly as he forced himself to back away. "Turn around, kneel." He was even less sure how he managed to get the words out. Just stepping away had been a task worthy of Hercules.

Even more surprising was how fast Sasha moved. He'd only gotten a look at her lips, gaping and begging to be filled, before she was turning. Her tail slapped against the tile as she sank to her knees before him. She looked at him curiously, hungrily, beautiful eyes begging him to tell her what to do next. Just that look almost made him lose it.

The male cupped her jaw gently and stepped forward. Her eyes danced from his crotch to his face as his tip kissed her lips. Maw parted and tongue extended just enough to welcome him in. Cal arched proudly as he slipped his cock into her waiting muzzle.

Sasha's tongue slid over his spire as he fed it into her mouth. She had no idea what to do right now other than to let her tongue dance over his flesh. He tasted much better now than he did the night before. His flesh hot and hard, pulsing with life. She could taste herself covering every inch of his length, her honey blended with his precum in an ambrosial cocktail of spice and salt and everything wonderful in the world. He mumbled something, she wasn't sure what, as his hands stroked her head. The tone was one of encouragement, urging her onward.

Laying a hand on his hip, she watched him as he pushed her down until she planted a kiss on his knot. Her other hand snaked along her thigh and between her legs, dipping in. A moan rolled around his cock as she toyed with her clit, rolling it between her fingers. Her eyes drifted shut as his growl washed over her. Cal's knot tapped against her lips again, ridges flaring against her tongue. She played with those on her way back before driving her muzzle forward with a gulp.

She was rocking back when his hips jerked and the male let out a roar that echoed off the walls, growing louder and deeper the longer it went on. His cock jumped free of her muzzle and she found herself staring straight at it. She watched as the knot pulsed. Ridges flaring one by one. She was keenly aware of the first shot rolling up his shaft. Her head was just tilting back when the first blast streaked across her muzzle. A good bit fell across her maw, but enough landed on her seeking tongue to give her a taste of his essence. The hand on his hip shot over and curled around his knot without thinking. Her fingers massaged the bulge, coaxing it, trying to imitate how her body would cling to him. Cal hissed, thrusting against her grasp as her tongue slithered around his tip. The next shot fired deep, catching her right in the back of the throat.

Caught off guard, she pulled back to cough in surprise, feeling his burning spunk rain across everything from her breasts up. She moaned, arching her head to let the male paint her. Let him mark her with his seed. With his scent. She wanted to be his. Oh fuck, she wanted that more than anything. Her cheeks flushed so hot they almost began to steam as she caught more of his seed with her tongue. She drove forward to hide her blush, suckling around his cock .

"Holy shit," Cal huffed, watching Sasha milk his knot while her tongue rubbed his shaft. He smiled and stroked her head and cheek. "That's a good girl. You like how that tastes?"

She nodded and pulled back, licking her lips slowly. "Tastes better now than it did last night."

Shoulders rolled and wings flexed as he purred down at her. "That was probably the condom. The lube on those things are nasty no matter what they're supposed to be. Especially if they've got spermicide or any additive." He smiled down at her as she ran her fingers over his shaft, milking out the last of his seed. "Clean up and breakfast?"

Reminded of food, her stomach snarled at her. She hadn't eaten since lunch yesterday. Kinda hard to when she was so... occupied. "Sounds like a plan."

Her legs wobbled as she stood up, Cal moving to help support her until she could get her knees to cooperate. He smiled and brushed her cheek with a kiss. "I'll go get it started. Don't take too long, sassy-tail, or I'll eat all the bacon." The male stepped out of the shower, snatching up a towel and drying off just enough so he wouldn't be dripping all over the floor before strutting out.

Sasha's cheeks burned as she watched him go, her eyes locked on that toned ass of his. Wrenching her gaze away, she focused on cleaning herself up. Again. Their romp had taken less time than she'd thought it had. It seemed like it had gone on forever and a day, but the water was just starting to cool off. Ducking under the water, she quickly scrubbed his cum off her scales. Well, some of it. She did wipe up a bit and taste it. It was good. A bit too salty if you asked her, but there was something about it. The way the taste clung to her tongue and sidled down her throat, as if it were in no hurry to leave her. It just sent shivers racing up and down her spine.

If she stayed here any longer, she'd end up playing with herself. Scrubbing down her scales, she snapped off the water and waited a moment as the water dripped off her scales. Grabbing a towel, she did a better job of drying herself off than Cal had, focusing on one limb at a time. Her wings she dried by stretching them in the shower and shivering them. They could stay damp even if it made her feel a little chilly. She hesitated as she stood there, one food on the tub and the other on the towel. Eyes darted to the door. Did she dare follow Cal out, naked as he was? It's not like she had anything left to hide. Still though... She grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her torso, tucking it into place over her breasts. Feeling a little more in control, she strode out of the bathroom.

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Cal was in full swing by the time she'd made her way down to the kitchen. Which 'in full swing' in this case meant that he'd thrown a couple waffles into the toaster and had bacon cooking away in the oven. He glanced up as she walked into the kitchen before going back to looking at the toaster. It took him a second before he looked back with a curious tilt of his head. "Why the towel? Afraid I'll see something I haven't been in?" He grinned at her as he teased, tail flicking behind him slowly.

She didn't want to say that it made her feel better to have some sort of modesty. Even if it was just a towel. Luckily, she'd thought up a reasonable sounding excuse on the way down. "I wanted something in place if Rufus decided to stick his nose somewhere again." At least it sounded reasonable to her.

His shoulders rolled in a shrug, "I'd let him outside again, so you don't have to worry too much about that." She could feel him watching her out of the corner of his eye as she went to get a glass and get herself some OJ.

Her mind whirled as she poured herself a glass. "I... Uh..."

"It's okay." she blinked and looked at her half-brother as he gave her an easy smile. "You're just a little embarrassed by it all, hmm?" When she nodded, he moved over and reached out to stroke over her cheek gently. "If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable just let me know and I'll stop."

Her jaw shook as she took a slow breath and eased out a soft little moan. "Oh... okay." His scent, softened by the shower, still had that male musk that sent shivers though the most primal parts stirred by her estrus. Thighs pressed together and shook just a little as that shiver raced through her entire body before focusing solely on her lower belly. "Uh, Cal?"

Without even thinking, the pair had moved closer together until they could feel each other's warmth. As it turned out, towels did not make that great of a barricade. "Yes?" he purred, lips almost touching hers.

"I think the bacon is burning."

He broke away with an exclamation to retrieve the food before it was beyond saving. If only he'd turn the temp down and take things a little slower. She slipped to the small kitchen table and had a seat while he was checking on the bacon. Cal glanced over his shoulder at her as he got the bacon off the rack and onto plates. His wings shuffled in thought. "Do you want to make a bet?"

"A bet?" her brows bounced up curiously.

Shoulders rolled as he gave a sideways smile, "Well, didn't want to call it a bargain since that's more what we had last night."

"Speaking of, what about that video?"

"You can delete that anytime you want." She started to look around for his phone as he continued. "I bet you that I can make you beg for me to fuck you before dinner time."

She leaned back as he came over to the table and sat down a plate. "That's a little unfair given the time. Don't you think?"

His voice dropped to a rumble, "Perhaps a little. Let me start again. After we eat, I have until lunch time to make you full on beg me to fuck you. If I can, then I can do whatever I want to you within reason."

"And let me guess, if you can't make me beg, then you'll get to fuck me and do whatever I say?"

"If that's what you want, Sassy."

"Still a little one-sided. How about if I win, then you do anything I ask of you, within reason, for the next week?"

"Why week?"

She rolled her shoulders as she dug into her waffle, "Generally how long a heat lasts."

He chewed on a strip of bacon and hummed. "Little grade schooler, but I'll take you up on that." Looking up, he hummed at a clock, "Lunch is a ways off, isn't it? Might be better to say two hours after we finish eating breakfast."

Blinking, she followed his gaze to one of the many, many clocks ringing the kitchen. Her dad was a little obsessed with collecting them. Didn't know why. "Holy hell, it's six in the morning?! I should call work." She shook her head and huffed, "Although where is your phone?"

Cal hummed, "Let me keep that video?" His look made her stop before she started to protest, "Just until the bet's done with." She didn't like the smile that curled over his muzzle, "I've got a couple ideas and I'm gonna need that for it."

"Well..." she rolled it over as she nibbled on a piece of bacon and growled in thought. "Just so long as I don't have to sign a contract. I'm definitely not gonna be doing any anal fisting or butt plugs, Mr. Grey."

He sipped his coffee, "Mr. Grey? Please, call me Obsidian."

"That's a bit more edgelord."

"Eh, I guess Cal will work. Although you could always call me Daddy." He smirked.

She laughed, "NO way in hell I'm calling you that." Leaning back with some bacon, she chewed on it smugly. "I'm gonna have you clean every inch of my bedroom, you know that?"

"Yeah yeah. Go call your boss. I'll be down in the den when you're ready."

He popped the last of his breakfast into his mouth and go up. Sasha looked from him to the plate, so she didn't have to look at that stunningly ripped body of his. "What about the plates?"

"Just toss them into the dish washer or sink. One of us will take care of it later." He smirked and strode past, his tail flicking over to brush against hers. The gentle scratch of his smooth scales on hers sent a shiver through her body and made her infinitely thankful that she was sitting on a towel.

As it turned out, her boss was more than happy for her to take the time off. He'd been on one of the people to notice her scent the day before. More accurately his wife had been the one to notice. Thankfully, she wasn't fired, not once she stammered out an apology and explanation, but he was giving her two weeks off. Which would just devour her vacation days. Which really, really sucked. She'd been wanting to take some time off to go on a trip with some of her friends. She still could, but it'd have to be a lot of shift swapping and hurrying home going on. Which she absolutely hated doing. Sighing, she abandoned her phone in her room and padded back downstairs.

The den was tucked away in the basement. Another big renovation project that had changed the dingy basement and garage into a comfortable den and divided part of it off into Cal's bedroom. Really, she didn't know how on earth he could sleep in that room since it lacked windows or any of that, but he'd loved it.

But he'd told her to meet him in the den. Which the den was a room of nothing but comfort and entertainment. Dad had always loved his tech and they had a large, smart TV that was hanging opposite a massive, plush sectional sofa that took up two full walls. Cal was busy running some wires to his laptop. It wasn't on the end table, which is where the wires were stored, instead he had it perched on the ground. She eyed that curiously then glanced around the room as she tried to figure out what he was doing. Especially since he had the projector and screen set up, meaning that they had a much larger screen to watch... whatever he was gonna be playing.

Her cheeks flushed brightly as the thought came to her that maybe he was planning on showing the video of her and Rufus. Nah, he was planning on getting her worked up enough to beg him. Surely he'd need more than a couple minute long video for that.

Cal looked up with a smile as she came in, "What'd your boss say?"

"Just that I've got the next couple weeks off until it's all settled." She stopped to look over what he was doing, "What are you up to?"

"Setting up for when you beg me to fuck you." Oh he looked so smug as he smiled up at her. "Speaking of which, I'm gonna need this." He stood up and snatched the towel off her, whipping it free with a swift tug. She yelped and covered herself automatically.

Cheeks flushed as her hands dropped after a second. "You could have asked, you know." She huffed, flicking a wing around to cover herself a little more. He breathed out a deep rumble as he spread the towel out over the couch. "Why are you doing that?"

Cal worked to smooth it out, "Well, I don't know about you but I don't want my bare ass on a place where I know our parents have fucked."

"What?!"

He blinked at her, "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. Soundproofed room, big plush couch, can get really snuggled up close to someone. I mean, I know for a fact I've had sex on this couch, so I'm pretty sure they have as well." He eased onto the couch, pressing his back against the seat back. Cal smiled and patted the area in front of him, "Plenty of room. You'll have to be the little spoon though."

Sasha moved to lay on the couch and push her back against his chest. She couldn't help but breathed out a quiet little purr as his broad, warm chest was pressed against her spine. "When did you have sex on this couch?" Oh it felt good to have him up against her like this, but he'd have to try a lot harder than that.

Cal waited for her to get settled in, "Remember when you walked in on me and Carrie when I was holding her under the blanket because a horror movie was on?" His smile faded a touch when Sasha's tail wasn't draped over his thigh and instead just lay between his legs. Ah well, he'd have that moved soon.

"Yeah? Wait... didn't she drop out and have a kid?" Turning, she glanced back at Cal as he reached for the remote.

A rumble rolled against her back as he nodded, "Yeah, not my kid. She'd been cheating on me with Frank." He barked a laugh, "She believed that dumbass when he said he couldn't get condoms big enough for him but he swore he'd pull out." Tucking an arm under her head, he used the remote to turn on the movie he had queued up. "Then he flat out vanished once word got around that her dad was looking to try his hand at a shotgun wedding."

"Always wondered why he vanished like that." She wiggled her head down against his arm and breathed out a sigh. She watched as the movie started to play. "Wait, just going to watch a normal movie?" He purred an affirmative as she settled. "What are you planning?"

He just smiled and brushed his lips over her neck with a gentle kiss. "You'll see. Don't worry about it. Just relax and enjoy." Well that wouldn't be too hard to do. They'd shared the couch countless times for watching one movie or another. Sometimes on opposite sides of the couch, sometimes laying across one another. Never this... intimate, but it was just as comforting. She breathed out a soft sigh and closed her eyes as his fingers traced over her side gently. The movie was one she'd seen before, but not in a while.

Cal let her settle in and get comfortable before making his move. Nails scratched over her side gently as they roamed from her hip and up along her side. She breathed out a soft sigh and closed her eyes most of the way to watch the movie.

Not that she could pay attention for it for too long. Not with his fingers tapping out a soft little rhythm on her scales. Especially not when his fingers swept along her belly and up against the curve of her breast. She sucked in a breath and shifted just a little. Cal smiled at her and closed his eyes. He wanted the movie to get her relaxed. It wasn't one he really liked too much so he didn't have to pay too much attention to it. Besides, he'd watched it again recently. There was something nice about just hearing and feeling how someone moved and moaned as well. Closing his eyes let him focus on that, fine tune his approach to them.

There was something about a real, genuine moan that made it so much more arousing than what you generally found in porn videos. Just belting out those yells were kinda boring to him. But those sweet little whispery moans that were slipping through Sasha's lips were working him up so fast. It only took a couple of those sweet whimpers before he was firming up and pressing against her backside. Well, the squirming wasn't helping that either. Relax, he told himself. Just keep working. If she was starting to make those noises already, what would it be like once he really got down to teasing. He took a slow breath, burying the sound against her neck in a light kiss.

Her folded wings shifted against his chest and under his arm as she squirmed slowly and let out a low huff. A purr rattled up his throat as he nuzzled her neck and let his teeth scratch over her scales gently. She arched into the touch, biting her lip softly as she tried to stay quiet. His hand moved up along her breast and honed in on her nipple.

The teat was already hard, standing pink and proud, against the pearlescent expanse of her breast. Fingers brushed over it as soft as his lips grazing her neck. Just the lightest of touches. Even that made her suck in a breath and lift her body, chest pushing towards his hand. He smiled into her neck and breathed out a purr that was deep enough to almost be a growl. As the noise washed over her neck, he caught the nipple between the thumb and side of his finger as his hand stroked her breast. He could feel her heart speed up as he tenderly coaxed his fingers along her supple breast.

Sasha worried her bottom lip with a soft huff, neck arching as she pushed against the hand. Smiling into her neck, he moved his other hand down so he could get it in on the action. There was no holding back her gasp as both nipples were fondled. Reaching back, she grabbed at his head as she leaned rested her head against his shoulder with a lower moan.

Another whimper eased from her lips as she squirmed on the couch. Her legs wiggled against his. The base of her tail grinding into his privates. While she'd been aware of that rigid heat against her backside since it started to stiffen there, she had been able to focus on other things. Now, less than a half-hour from the time they'd started the movie, she was only too keenly aware of where their bodies touch. One hand freed itself from her breasts to trace down her sides. Electricity seemed to jump from the very tips of his fingers and surged through her flank. His palm pressed to her hip, the dragoness lifting against it as her entire frame squirmed against him. She wasn't aware of her tail moving until it slipped up over his thigh and hooked behind his leg.

Cal's rumble shook her to the core and drew a panted purr from her. His fingers continued to pet over her hip and thigh nice and slow. Sasha huffed and rolled against him as her arousal built. Fuck, she could feel her juices as they started to leak down her thigh. Her heat might not be as mind clouding as it was the day before, but that didn't mean that she could ignore a male right behind her. Taking a breath, a shudder raced from her nose to the very tip of her tail as her body pushed back out of instinctual need. Teeth freed her lip so she could huff out a trembling moan as his fingers dipped towards her inner thigh.

Her thigh lifted towards his touch, legs parting. She huffed and lifted her neck with a sweet whimper as the den's cooler air washed over her burning folds. "Shhh," he purred at her, planting a kiss just behind her earfin. "I've got you." A shift of his body made his raging erection slip up between her thighs. The curved shape meant that it almost hugged the curve of her body as it pressed against her pussy. Cal rolled his body slowly and ground his cock against her lips.

Sasha murmured something and nuzzled against his cheek as she rocked in time with him. She couldn't decide where to have here hand. One second it's petting the back of his head and the next it's dropping to join his hand in rubbing her thigh. There was no holding back the needy whimper when his hand slipped away from her breast. "No no no," she mumbled, reaching for his hand to put it back on her breast.

His laugh rolled over her gently, "Don't worry. It'll just be a second." Up came the remote again, Cal swapping from the movie over to the feed from his laptop. Sasha's eyes widened slowly as the screen jumped to show her and Cal in their full, larger than life glory. She could feel his smile against her neck as she watched the screen with wide eyes. He'd managed to get the shot almost perfectly centered to show them as they lay out on the couch, catching everything from the knees up. If his hand hadn't returned to its place on her breast and distracted her with a pinch, she'd have had some very choice words for him.

A roll of his hips slid his cock back and forth over her lips. Never drawing away enough to even consider entering her despite how she might squirm. He peered over her shoulder and smiled at her, kissing over her neck and shoulder before planting a soft bite to her neck. She arched and whimpered at the bite, hand scratching over his hips. Lifting her thigh again, he let her watch as he rolled his cock over her folds. Just little probes and back up against her, spreading his precum over her pussy lips. She kept her leg lifted and reached down to feel his cock. It throbbed as she trapped it between her hand and folds and tried to push it into her body.

He wasn't going to let her though. A shift of his hips kept his tip away from her entrance. Sasha whined and pushed against him, starting to get frustrated with the teasing. As she watched him toy with her on the projector screen the screen jumped again. It shifted from his laptop's camera to another one she hadn't noticed before now. The camera having almost a perfect view of their privates. There it was, beyond larger than life, blown up to a full twelve foot screen, close up shot of their privates. Shifting her hand away, she watched with a trembling moan as his cock eased along her pussy, spreading her lips just a little.

"FUCK ME, DADDY!"

She wasn't even fully aware of crying out until his lips kissed her neck, "As you wish." Her jaw snapped shut as her cheeks flushed. His fingers brushed over her thigh and lifted before his tip kissed against her entrance. Right there, bright and clear, in full high definition, she watched as he speared his bare cock into her depths.

Her next yell was far less articulate, head thumping against his shoulder as she huffed. Breasts bounced as she shoved her body back against his with a hungry growl. Legs shifted back to curl against his legs as he shifted his as well. Tail and head shifted as her body squirmed into his with deep groans. Cal's hand dropped to her hip and held onto it as he began to thrust. He didn't have the same force behind his thrusts in this position as he did otherwise, but it freed up both hands to keep playing with her entire body.

Cal's teeth brushed over her neck in a growl as he hammered her deep and hard. Her tail pushing against his thigh helped give him a better angle to take her with. She wasn't the only one that was worked up. His knot was already partially swollen by the time he'd sunk into her. They could both watch as his cock drove into her body. Ridges popping wetly at her pussy lips, juices dripping down her thighs and coating his length. Ebony sac glistened with her honey as it bounced off her stretched folds. Both their eyes were locked onto the screen as it swapped to a split screen view showing both angles he'd set up. "Ooohhmmm," she groaned and grabbed at his hips, "more. Please more." Her tongue rolled from her muzzle as she huffed, every inch of her body blazing with need for him.

"Daddy's got his girl," he huffed. Shortening his thrusts, he worked just a few inches and his knot in and out. The sound of her pussy lips slurping around his cock competed with her increasingly loud moans and frantic cries. Her hips wiggled and shoved back.

The dragoness jumped as she came, belly rippling visibly with her orgasm as she arched against him, huffing. His snarl rose up against her neck, Cal driving himself hard against her with heavy pounding thrusts. Hungry folds closed behind his knot and held on tight. Groans were met with huffs as he grew fatter and thicker, stretching her body. Her hips drove back against his faster, his ridges rubbing her G-spot with each shift of their hips. Deep groans were met with needy whimpers as he pushed harder and faster, his tip easing through her cervix.

Sasha squealed as he coaxed a second climax from her, her entire frame shaking with the force of it all. Cal let out a snarl, then a roar as he drove forward. Heavy balls leaping as he began to cum, pumping his load right into her deepest reaches. Thick strands of cum painting her womb as his hips pressed tight to hers with each blast.

Eyes rolled back in her head as she huffed, riding out her climax with deep moans. Cal's teeth drew away from her neck, tongue rolling against her scales with a deep purr. She responded with a purr of her own, the musical trill rolling up her delicate throat to grace his ears.

The pair rolled against each other, instinct driving their bodies to milk try and milk out every last drop of his thick cream. She huffed and opened her eyes slowly, watching as the camera snapped to the close up again. With the screen and camera, she could see his balls heave, the next shot rolling up his length before vanishing into her body. Her lips pulsed around his fat knot as her inner walls coaxed his cock to bring shot after shot into her.

"Oh shit," she drawled, head falling against the armrest. "You didn't use a condom this time." Her voice was low, soft, too contented to be worried.

He purred and nuzzled her neck gently, "You're still on BC, right?" She looked at him curiously, "Birth control, you still take the shots?"

She blinked slowly and nodded, "Yeeah?"

"Then you should be fine. Just because you're in heat doesn't mean that it'll catch. A condom would just be another layer of security."

Cheeks flushed, "Oh, right... So now you're gonna want to keep going bareback I take it?

"Only if you're comfortable with it." He kissed her neck again. "I'm not going to do anything to make you uncomfortable. I never would."

"I'm fine with that," she mumbled as she settled down against him. Cal stretched a wing and draped it over her frame like a living blanket. Only to immediately follow it with flicking the blanket over their bodies as well. She loved that well worn and oh so soft fleece as it lay against her bare scales. "Back to the movie?" she asked with a soft mumble.

He nuzzled her neck, "As you wish." Smiling, he turned the input back over and settled down with her, hand rubbing over her flank.