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This story was written for Fyrdrgon. It contains consensual sex between adult herms, as well as impregnation and heat related horniness. :3

The Slow Burn

Even though she'd buried her cock deep in Ropes' pussy that morning before work, driving the demonic puma to a dual-orgasm that had milked her erection to great satisfaction even as he spilled hot streaks of cum over his own belly, Fyr was horny. She had been all day, and much as she'd told herself that it was foolish and immature to even think about letting her desires compel her, it was getting to the point where a little self relief seemed like the sensible thing to do. Her housework was done. Her errands were run. And with the weekend ahead for both herself and Ropes to enjoy a couple of more relaxation focused days off work, she wanted to be able to relax. Sure, they'd fuck, barely a day passed when the two of them didn't at least once or twice. But if they planned on going out and being social with their weekend, the herm dragoness couldn't think why it was anything but a good idea for her to get this excess arousal out of her system now.

Fyr sat down on the couch, not bothering to go upstairs either for a little more privacy and comfort or indeed to get a toy. This wasn't some vast masturbatory epic she was embarking upon after all, just a quickie. Her choice of attire for this day of home-centred chores made it pretty easy for her to begin, a pair of panties and a long shirt all she had worn while wandering and cleaning the house. She plucked open the top few buttons of her shirt, and pulled one of her breasts free to fondle it with one hand. With the other, she peeled the front of her already stretched out black panties away from her crimson and yellow scales, and while she tucked it underneath her hefty balls to allow her swollen cock to twitch and throb freely, it wasn't her male genitalia to which she began to pay attention.

"Ah..."

Hanging one leg over the side of the couch to grant herself easier access, Fyr moaned as she grazed her fingertips between the lips of her feminine regions. She sometimes wondered what it would be like to be female, and while she didn't ever really desire life as a single gendered creature, it had crossed her mind that it would probably be easier to pleasure herself in this particular manner if she didn't have to reach around underneath her cock and balls. Then again, there were plenty of guys who probably fingered their asses... and besides, it wasn't like it was too tough a challenge. Certainly not tough enough to stop it from being enjoyable. Incredibly, immensely enjoyable.

Throwing back her head, indeed leaning her whole body back into the couch's comfortable leather upholstery, the dragoness growled more intensely as she began to finger herself in earnest. Two digits teased at her outer limits for a minute or so, circling her swollen clit and feeling the warmth, the moisture building as her body responded to the contact and the pleasure it provoked. It wasn't long before she could feel herself clenching, squeezing her inner walls around nothing in anticipation of an entry, a penetrative touch. She stared down over her breasts, and with a deep growl found her hand leaving the swollen nipples between which it had been hopping and falling instead to her fully hardened, straining shaft.

"Fuck me..."

She moaned, knowing she was alone but still delighting in the sight of her cock twitching and oozing pre-cum as she squeezed it, alongside her fingers probing and pushing at long last into the warm, clutching innards of her pussy. She gasped, breathless, rather shocked frankly by the intensity of the pleasure that her probing fingers in particular provoked. She stared down at her cock again, letting loose a rather frantic snarl as she watched it dripping and drooling pre over itself, over her fingers. God, she wished Ropes had been here. Ropes with his cock. With his cum. All for her. For her pussy, deep, deep inside.

The more she thought about Ropes, the harder her fingers worked at her pussy. Faster, more urgent and frantic. She squeezed her cock, yeah, and it felt great, but... goddamn, it was nothing compared to how sensitive her pussy was. If anything, the stimulation of her cock was more so she could watch it throbbing and imagine that it belonged to her lover. That it was getting ready to slide inside her. To claim her. To breed her.

Her eyes bulged. Her muzzle fell slack. A deep, guttural groan escaped the herm dragoness, and while her cock continued simply to drizzle her digits with pre-cum, several sharp jets of liquid gushed from between her trembling thighs as she granted herself one of the most intense masturbatory orgasms she had experienced in months, if not years. It stole her breath, her senses, her very sanity away from her in a way that few orgasms not involving both sets of her genitalia were capable of doing. She couldn't scream, she couldn't thrash, all because her body was so overwhelmingly paralysed by the pleasure surging through her in those moments.

By the time her body fell limp and her digits, damp and glistening, fell away from her pussy's still gently squeezing inner workings, Fyr's mind was finally at rest. The fantasies were slipping away, and in their place she was considering options for dinner. She smiled, then giggled to herself softly. Apparently she'd needed that more than she realised. But at least she'd gotten it out of the way now, before dinner, and before Ropes arrived home from work. Lazily, still enjoying her post orgasmic high as her heart-rate slowly began to lower itself and the length of her manhood stopped twitching and straining quite so urgently in desire for its own satisfaction, Fyr began to fasten up the buttons of her shirt once more. She rose to her feet perhaps a minute later, and giggled again as she felt the dampness of her panties being pushed up against not just her feminine regions, but the rear of her ample, smooth-scaled balls.

She sniffed the air, and her cheeks flushed beneath their own scales. Her arousal was thick and heavy in the air, and not at all aided by the wetness of her panties, having caught all of the ejaculate that hadn't remained glistening upon her fingers. With the front of her underwear still lowered and her gently softening cock still exposed, only now did Fyr retreat upstairs. She padded lightly into her room, then to the bathroom once she'd acquired some clean underwear. A quick change later though, and enough time for the rest of her masculine arousal to fade, and she emerged once more like it had never happened. Just in time, in fact, to see the front door opening as she descended the stairs once more.

"Welcome home..."

Stepping nimbly down the last few stairs, Fyr's wings unfurled slightly as she embraced Ropes, very nearly wrapping him up in her wings as well as her arms. He hugged her back warmly, and planted a gentle kiss upon her lips when they were offered, but chuckled when after withdrawing from that smooch she began to nuzzle into his neck, inhaling deeply from his warm, fuzzy, oh so familiar and pleasant scent.

"Someone's a bit worked up today."

The dragoness' eyebrows rose, and she withdrew slightly in embarrassment as she realised that indeed she was still being a bit forward. She saw the puma continuing to peer at her curiously with his wide and pale white eyes, then his nose crinkling, rising slightly as he sniffed at the air. Had her scales not already been crimson, they doubtlessly would have flushed that shade when he asked his next question.

"Fyr, you've been taking your medication, right? It's just... I know your heat would be coming up soon, and... well, it smells like..."

His eyes darted down to the dragoness' crotch, but rather than getting any more flustered and embarrassed, she just opted to tell him the truth instead.

"Pussy? Yeah, uh... I might have gotten off like, ten minutes ago?"

The puma grinned toothily, and padded forward, dropping his briefcase and wrapping his arms around Fyr's strong body. His hands slid up and down the back of her shirt, before teasing beneath it and encircling the plump globes of her panty-clad buttocks.

"Oh, really? Couldn't wait till I got home? I ask again, you sure you've been taking your heat pills?"

Pecking the big cat upon the lips once again before playfully shoving him away, Fyr rolled her eyes.

"Yes I'm sure. I was just horny is all. Not 'I need my Ropes to hump me all day and all night' horny, just... y'know... 'a couple of fingers in the right spot'll do the job' horny."

Ropes smirked, beginning to shuck off his jacket and loosen his tie.

"Well, good to know I'm not needed."

He snorted with laughter as Fyr shoved him again from behind"

"That's not what I mean and you know it. Now shut up and get changed. We're having spaghetti for dinner and I'm not having you help prep the marinara in one of your nice work shirts."

Ropes grinned, but nodded and began to pad up the stairs to do so. It was a few minutes before he returned, by which point Fyr had already begun work on dinner. The kettle was boiling, a pan was already on the heat with some oil beginning to sizzle within, and the dragoness was slicing an onion for the sauce. She glanced round as the door to the kitchen opened, and Ropes padded in. He was dressed every bit as casually as herself, in a pale grey t-shirt and some black boxer shorts. Feeling her eyes drifting towards the crotch of her lover's underwear Fyr turned her gaze back to the onions, but felt the knife freeze and her muscles tense up when the other herm's body pressed up against hers from behind. Ropes kissed her neck, and the dragoness sighed happily, leaning her head the other way to grant him better access. He nibbled, and his hands drifted down her sides, only to rise again as they lifted the fabric of her shirt and caressed the smooth scales beneath. A deep moan escaped Fyr, and she begged for mercy as somehow, again she felt her body begin to ache. To beg for stimulation and satisfaction, even though she'd given it a phenomenal release less than twenty minutes before.

"C'mon... you're supposed to be helping."

Fyr nibbled on her own bottom lip as she felt the puma's crotch grinding against her ass, not hard, but noticeably not entirely flaccid and limp either as he teasingly bucked against her backside.

"This isn't helping?"

Ropes purred playfully. The dragoness' body tensed up, her clawed feet digging their toes into the floor beneath as she felt her lover's fingertips falling away from her sides only to begin teasing at the waistband of her new, lighter coloured underwear.

"C'mon. You don't wanna take a few minutes? Have me bend you over the worktop... empty a load out over your ass... or maybe deep inside you?"

A strangled grunt escaped Fyr as she forced herself to shake her head. She didn't lie to her lover though, even as he continued to tease and torment her with his amorous antics.

"Of... a-ah... of course I want you to. You know what you do to me, Ropes. And I know what I do to you. But, c'mon... we're not animals. It's dinner time. Let's cook. Let's eat. Then if we're both still in the mood? Then we can fool around a bit."

It was with reluctance, but respectful agreement, that Ropes let go of Fyr. He kissed her tenderly upon the cheek, and though he was unable to help himself in letting loose a rumbling, obviously erotic growl at that same moment that was his last attempt at teasing the now once more horny dragoness. Nevertheless, Fyr didn't let her re-asserted desires control her. She finished slicing the onion and slipped it into the now sizzling pan with some garlic, and before long both her and Ropes were caught up in the actions and the delicious smells of their own freshly cooked dinner. They cooked it, and then they ate it, chatting about the day they'd had, about Ropes' work and their plans for the weekend ahead. All the normal stuff. And it would have been totally normal, totally cool, if all the while Fyr's heart hadn't been pounding in her chest, and her body hadn't been reacting with eager glee to every little move and touch Ropes made towards her.

She tensed up as their feet brushed under the table, as though eager for a game of footsie to begin right then and there. She caught her breath in her throat as while Ropes told a joke he reached out and fondly caressed the back of one of her hands, She shuddered, and felt her arousal manifesting physically as he slurped down strings of spaghetti and licked his lips, his dextrous tongue sweeping flecks of tomato sauce from his chin. This was getting ridiculous, but she had to stand firm in her own convictions. However horny she was and for whatever reason, she was a goddamn adult, and wouldn't let her head and heart be ruled by the urges of her loins.

At least... not until their plates were clear.

"That was absolutely delicious. Now, you go relax in the living room... let me take care of the dishes, okay?"

Removing the plates from the table before Fyr could argue, Ropes was soon standing with his back to the dragoness at the sink, his sleek tail twitching from side to side as he hummed quietly to himself as he began to run some water. Fyr took her chance, and rose from the table to reveal her now stretched panties, not one but two dark spots visible upon the pale fabric where her male and female genitalia were making their arousal obvious not only to herself, but anyone who might catch a glimpse of her rather skimpy attire. She turned and hurriedly made her exit with no complaints or, much to her later embarrassment, any offer to actually help Ropes with the dishes. In actual fact she did exactly as he had suggested, and tried to relax, to take her mind off things. She took a seat upon the couch... the same couch where she had masturbated ninety minutes or so prior, and switched the TV on. She began to browse the channels, looking for something inoffensive, something that could draw her attention without being too deep or serious. A quiz show perhaps, or a cooking programme? There had to be something... anything to take her mind off the other herm currently cleaning plates in the other room, and the mental countdown she was performing to the moment when he at long last would be free of obligation, and ready, eager even to fuck her.

Fyr was still swapping channels, and squirming visibly upon the couch where she was seated, when Ropes entered the room a short while later. He passed directly in front of her, only to flop casually down onto the couch and throw a gentle arm around her shoulders. Immediately she snuggled into his embrace, her wings flexing and ruffling behind her but restrained from spreading out this time around. Fyr nuzzled at her lover, and he purred gently. She kissed him playfully on the side of his muzzle, and he kissed her back similarly light and casually. She reached down towards his crotch, stroking his inner thigh and teasing her fingers up the inside hem of his boxer shorts, and...

"Mmh... hey, what're you up to?"

Ropes didn't try to stop Fyr, or do anything so dramatic as grabbing at her wrist to stop the dragoness' teasing touches, but he did raise a curious eyebrow and tense up slightly. His lover shuddered, and moaned her answer as she pressed herself more intimately up against him.

"What do you think? We've eaten. We're settling in for the night. So... why not do what I wouldn't let you do in the kitchen? Don't you still want to empty a load out over my ass? Or... deep inside my pussy?"

The puma purred and growled tenderly, but to Fyr's horror, he met her gaze with a sorrowful, almost anguished shake of his head.

"Oh, Fyr... I want to. And I will, but... later? Is that okay? We've just eaten, and that was a big bowl of pasta. Right now I just wanna chill out a little. To cuddle up and watch TV with you. Then, later tonight... maybe when we go to bed? I swear, I'll pound you into the mattress, okay?"

Blinking slowly, the dragoness momentarily asked herself who this creature was sitting next to her on the couch. Ropes never turned down sex. Well, perhaps that was a little bit of an exaggeration, but then again... no. Not really. He was every bit as much of a horn-dog as she was. They both possessed the typically enhanced herm libido, and then, atop that, there was his demonic heritage. His powers. His needs. Besides, barely an hour ago he had been the one dry humping her. Ropes' needs didn't just go away like that.

Or... was she just willing herself to believe that because she wanted him so badly? Because she wanted him to want her as badly as she wanted him right now?

The dragoness shuddered, and withdrew her hand despite the inner monologue screaming in her head that she couldn't, and wouldn't. Beneath her scales, her face flushed once more. She couldn't wait. It was embarrassing. Humiliating. But, she couldn't.

Rising to her feet, trembling with shame as she saw Ropes look up at her, then catch sight of her crotch... her panties, stretched, straining, stained with her oozing pre-cum, she announced her intent to her lover.

"I'm sorry, Ropes, but... I need to go to the restroom. I... I don't know what's going on, but, I need to cum. I need to get off. I swear I've been taking my meds, but... it feels like I'm in heat anyway. This need, I... I have to masturbate, if you can't be with me right now. I have to."

She heard the puma call out after her, but by that point she was already out into the hallway. She closed the door behind herself, and let loose a deep, desperate snarl of hunger that she had been holding back all through dinner and especially in the last few minutes. She lurched towards the stairs, already grabbing at her swollen cock and squeezing it through the fabric of her underwear. That touch barely seemed to do anything to alleviate her needs though, no matter how good it felt. It was her pussy that desired attention. Her pussy that craved fulfilment... and indeed craved being filled in a very real and desperate way. She reached the stairwell and began to climb, feeling like her bed and its soft sheets were an eternity away. One step. Two. Three. She heard a noise behind her, but was too worked up to care if her wings or tail had knocked something over. Another step. Another.

Fyr roared, in anger, in shock, in fright and in lust all at once as she was tackled from behind, and knocked to her hands and knees mid-way up the stairs. She felt a heavy weight fall over her back, pushing her wings out to the sides. She felt clawed fingers grasping at the waist of her panties, and heard a deep, gruff voice half murmuring, half laughing as it purred to her even as her underwear was tugged down to her trembling knees.

"Such a slut... couldn't wait for her lover, so she was gonna go and try to take care of herself. Get her fingers all sloppy and wet all over again... tell me, Fyr, how long did that satisfy you last time? Your body knows better. It knows what it needs. Your heat knows what it needs. And so do I."

Ropes' own underwear was no longer present, indeed from what she could feel of the burly puma straddling her now, he was entirely naked. The dragoness' mind was too clouded by lust to make full sense of what her lover was saying though, and thus it was only when she felt his cock brushing between her legs, and his words making it abundantly clear in her ear, that it all became obvious.

"How must it feel to be so needy, but not able to understand why? To be so horny you feel like you're going crazy, like even your sex addict of a mate doesn't have a need anything near as strong as your own. I can barely imagine. And yet... I know exactly why. It's almost like... no, it's exactly like some asshole, some depraved lunatic took your heat pills... and swapped them out with sugar pills."

His hips jerked sharply forward, and Fyr shrieked happily as she felt the other herm's cock plunge into her soaking, clutching depths.

" Yes! Ohhhhfuck... f-fucking god, yes..."

Ropes' hands pawed at her shirt, peeling, tearing it open with buttons pinging off left and right against the stairwell beneath them. He squeezed her breasts as he hot breath washed over the back of her neck, and he fucked her. Humped her like the needy, shameless bitch she felt like. And all the while, between his grunts and gasps, he continued to explain himself. To tease, torment and delight Fyr with the reason why he had manipulated her into this state, rather than just asking her in the first place.

"You want a baby, Fyr... I know you do. But I also know something else you love. Being out of control. There's nothing that turns you on more than being so horny you can't help yourself... or making me lose control of myself around you. So, I decided I'd give you that. Make you so horny... so worked up, you couldn't help yourself. And best of all, you wouldn't even know it till I was already inside you. It'd be a surprise, until you're already being bred... already ready to bear my child."

Just hearing those last few words was enough to drive Fyr over the edge. She shrieked as her pussy erupted with yet more hot gushes of liquid ecstasy, and listened to the thick, wet slapping and slurping as Ropes continued to fuck and pleasure her senseless even as she convulsed and thrashed and roared in ecstasy. She clawed at the stairs before her. She drummed her fists against them. She bucked back against Ropes with such force, trying to draw his cock in deeper, harder, faster than ever she worried about knocking him back down the stairs. But she couldn't stop, no more than the herm puma showed any signs of stopping himself.

"And when I'm done breeding you, Fyr... my beloved... you're gonna breed me right back. Because once those heat urges are sated... once you've got my cum deep inside you, your masculine side will start asserting itself. You'll be in heat, and in rut all at once... and it'll burn you up, unless you pin me down and pound me every bit as senseless as I'm gonna pound you."

Ropes wrapped his right hand around the dragoness' twitching cock, and began to masturbate her in perfect time with his rapid, fierce thrusting. Fyr's eyes rolled back in their sockets, exposing the same pale white that constantly shone from her lover's own hues. She could feel Ropes' balls slapping against her own. She could feel his thighs ploughing into her buttocks. She could feel his weight pushing down on her as he threw more and more effort into fucking her, into emptying his seed out into her. And she loved it. Craved it. She needed it more than life itself. For this wasn't about her life any more, or his. It was about the new life they sought to create.

"Our baby! O-our... oh god, yes... put it in me! Give me your cum, Ropes... y-your... your child!"

His growls got louder, deeper, more savage and primal. She might have been the one in heat, but Ropes didn't need heat to lose control when it came to love-making. Hell, neither of them did really... Fyr's current circumstance just made it so much easier, and the stakes so much more gloriously high.

"Fyr! Ah! Yes. Yes. Take it... t-take... every drop..."

The puma's hips worked harder still. They slammed into Fyr's hindquarters like a battering ram, and the dragoness adored it. She shrieked. Sobbed with the sheer maddening levels of pleasure coursing through her in that moment. And then, at last, she felt it. Not her own climax, though that was deliciously close. His. Ropes' orgasm, signalled not just by a frenzied roar from the puma, but by the sudden flexing of his cock deep inside her clutching, milking embrace. It strained. Quivered, and with a longing, passionate grunt of both effort and unabashed joy from Ropes himself, it let loose, spraying rich ribbons of seed deep into Fyr's unexpectedly fertile body.

Mere seconds later, as Ropes' sharp teeth bit down upon the back of Fyr's scaled neck, the dragoness lost what little sanity remained to her. With the puma's passionate snarls echoing through her as his cock continued to drive itself deep inside, each thrust unleashing a new torrent of his cum, Fyr's own body began to erupt. She fell face-first against the stairs, able to support herself no longer, and shrieked, screamed as her toes curled and her body erupted not just with her pussy, but her own cock too. Hot streaks of her very own cum lashed the stairwell as her member throbbed within Ropes' stroking, squeezing embrace, and that pleasure raging alongside her clutching, uncontrollably cumming pussy pushed her already fragile mind beyond the brink.

Any self control, any resistance, any resolve the dragoness had possessed... it was gone. And she kicked. And she screamed. And she begged Ropes for more, as he did everything in his body's power to grant her the child she craved.

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Quite when sanity began to filter back into Fyr's thoughts, she wasn't sure. There came a point though where she suddenly was able to remember things. Where, in the days and weeks that would follow, she would recall her memories picking up after that first explosive release alongside her lover.

They never had made it up the stairs, and indeed were lying on the hallway floor of their home's lower level when she began to find herself at least partially coherent again. She was fucking Ropes, on her knees, with his legs raised over her shoulders and his lower back lifted off the ground as she humped at him, panting, gasping, drooling shamelessly while she watched her lover stroke his own thick, uncut cock before her eyes.

And it was right then, even as he growled and gasped and rolled his hips against the thrusts deep into his pussy, that she asked him the first question that came to mind now she was capable of forming questions once again.

"H-how... how did you know I wanted a child now?"

She did. She had been thinking about it for weeks... months already, but hadn't said anything to her lover. Not because she wasn't sure he'd want to, but because she wasn't sure she wanted to want to.

And yet, apparently... she had.

Ropes grinned, shuddering and growling through the pleasure of the dragoness fucking him, watching her breasts jiggle and bounce with each buck of her hips.

"You told me. Almost every night."

He closed his eyes, smirking, and mimicked the dragoness' voice.

"Mmmm... oooooh Ropes, put a baby in me... make me a mom..."

Licking his lips, he grinned from ear to ear as his eyes fluttered open, nodding sincerely at the now staring, blushing dragoness.

"The first time, I thought you were just teasing. The second, I woke you up... you jumped my bones and rode me hard. Remember that night?"

Fyr whimpered. She did. She'd had no idea why, but when Ropes had woken her up that night about a month ago... she hadn't been angry, not even a little annoyed. All she had wanted to do was exactly what she had done. Scramble up onto him, get his cock hard and inside her, and ride him cowgirl style till he couldn't stay hard any longer.

She shuddered, and felt her pussy throb; felt it ache with hunger.

"I'm... g-gonna fuck you, gonna cum in you, Ropes."

A deep, lustful hiss escaped her lips, and she moaned happily as the male released his grasp on his own cock, as though pre-empting what she was about to say.

"And when I'm done... g-god, I'm gonna ride you all over again. And this time, you're gonna do it. You're gonna do what you're told, and put a baby in me. Tonight."

By Jeeves

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