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Family Intimacy

Chapter Three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Kao swung his legs back and forth, tucking his ankles up beneath the wooden dining chair with every backwards swing. He cast his sister a sidelong look out of the corner of his eye and winked smugly. A week of scheming, tucked up in the bedroom beneath the covers where the prying eyes of their parents would never come. Of course, he'd had to steer his mother, the blue dragoness sitting opposite him contemplating her coffee, away from his room on a couple of occasions, allowing his less than dressed sister to creep back to her room, but that had been a small price to pay for the fun he had in return.

Kao shivered, though not from cold, poking at his lunch. It hadn't seemed all that long ago that he'd been at the breakfast table, but there never seemed to be all that much for him to do on a Saturday morning and so he'd slept in. Fyr had done her best about changing how much time he had available to him, however - to wonderful results. He hid his smile behind his sandwich, making a good pretence of eating it as he chewed a corner of the bread into a mushy lump. He did so love a good scheme to get the gears turning. Something about it just made his scales tingle in a very new way.

The plan was in motion. Now all they required was a suitable trigger.

"What do you think about going out for dinner tonight, kids?" Sasha mused conversationally, flicking her eyes obviously between her husband and her young. "It's been a while since we did anything together."

She laughed softly, covering her lips with her slender fingers as her eyes danced.

"More than movies on the sofa, that is."

Kao tensed for a fraction of a second and forced himself to relax, releasing the pressure. She hadn't meant it like that. It was just their little secret. It seemed the family secrets, however, were about to increase. He rolled his shoulders back and stretched out his arms in front of his body, cracking his knuckles. Fyr shuddered.

"Do you have to do that?"

Kao grinned.

"It makes my paws feel better. Why... Does it _bother_you?"

Fyr grimaced.

"No. Not at all. But what's this about dinner and stuff?"

Sasha twirled her fork in the air, though the piece of lettuce that had clung to the prongs had long ago fallen off as she ran through her own idea in the privacy of her mind.

"Well... It's been a while since we went out and I know you two want to see that flick that's out..." She paused, pursing her lips. "What was it again?"

"New York Fallen," Fyr replied promptly as if the answer had been on the tip of her tongue. "I've been waiting for it to come out for ages."

Sasha grinned and Orrix sat up a little straighter, though there was nothing on the plate in front of him. Despite

"I thought you two wanted to go out dancing again though?" Fry asked, unable to stop her natural curiosity even if she knew what the plan was unfolding ever so neatly beneath her feet. "Didn't you have fun last time?"

Sasha grimaced as Orrix rumbled a chuckle, hiding his mirth behind a paw as his eyes gleamed. Their mother shot him a pointed look.

"Maybe I'm not quite the spring chicken I used to be," she conceded with as good a natured smile as she could manage. "Those heels were so wearing on my feet."

Fyr cocked her head to the side.

"Then why don't you just wear flats? Wouldn't they be easier?"

Sasha laughed and waved her paw, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she smiled.

"Oh, darling... It's about the look sometimes. But that'll be your own decision to make when you want to impress a drake or simply put on something nice because it makes you feel good."

Fyr wrinkled up her muzzle and shook her head dubiously. Yet she made no comment, swallowing the last of her lunch salad with a loud gulp.

"I think it's a great idea to go out," Kao said firmly - too firmly. "We haven't been out forever in ages and it would be an excellent thing to do as a family. We should definitely do this."

Even Orrix gave him a strange look as he stood, tugging at his shirt as if felt odd to be wearing one again.

"Strange to hear from you, Mr Family Guy," he teased, prodding his son's arm. "Didn't know you missed us all so much."

Kao balked and rolled his eyes.

"Puh-lease, I just want to see the movie. And besides..." A wicked grin brought a brightness to his muzzle. "I know I won't be paying for my own ticket from the job at the shop now, will I?"

Sasha and Orrix laughed as Fyr shook her head, shooting her brother a disapproving look.

"Anwyay, I'd best be getting on now. Lots to do still if we're going out tonight."

Dropping a kiss on Sasha's forehead, Orrix paced from the room, digging in his pocket for his mobile phone, which rarely seemed to leave his grasp when he was home those days. The dragoness poked at her lunch, seeming to lose interest as she glanced out the window.

"I think I'll be able to find something to entertain myself too," she said, as if she was hoping that someone else would do the entertaining for her. "Unless you fancy helping me in the garden, Kao?" She gave him a knowing look that only he could read. "As your father said, there's plenty to do here."

"Not today, I've got to spend some time with my sister."

Sasha gave him a dubious look, perhaps having expected Kao to want to spend time with her, but all the drake was interested in was getting her away so that he could have Fyr all to himself. Practically hopping with excitement, he yanked her in close.

"Hey!"

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Kao whispered, putting his head in close to Fyr's as his lips pulled up on one side in a little smirk that he tried and failed to hide. "This is perfect! I couldn't have orchestrated it better?"

The dragoness frowned.

"You didn't get them to go out again, did you?"

He puffed up his chest.

"Yeah, I've been dropping hints all week. It clearly worked, didn't it? And why is that? Because I am a genius."

Fyr rolled her eyes.

"If you say so. So what is this plan, oh genius one?"

Kao smirked and sat back, folding his arms.

"Oh, it's so easy. You just have to stay home tonight."

"What?"

"You know... We can do something to get you and dad alone together." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Get what I'm saying?"

Fyr sighed and fought down the urge to roll her eyes.

"Yes, I do 'get' it, but that doesn't really explain anything. Care to fill me in?"

The drake pressed his lips together, eyes dancing.

"If you insist, sis..."

As he reached for her, Fyr squealed and swatted his paws away, though she considered just how difficult or easy it would be to scurry upstairs now that only their mom was home and do what they found they did best. The dragoness licked her lips and pressed her thighs together as she crossed her legs.

"As much as I'd love to, I think we need to get this plan of yours straight first of all. Just so we know what we're doing, hm?"

"Well..." He waved a paw in the air, gaze sliding away. "If you and dad are here alone together, you can work your magic and have him wrapped around your little finger in no time. The thing is..." He paused. "We need a reason for you to stay behind. That shouldn't be so difficult."

Sighing, Fyr shook her head and took the lunch plates away while her brother mused, rocking his chair back onto two legs.

"I got it!"

His chair fell back onto all four legs with a clack.

"We'll say you're sick - it's so simple it's the perfect excuse!"

Fyr frowned and tapped her finger against the side of her jaw, trying to ignore how hard her heart hammered against her ribcage. Could her brother hear? It seemed loud in her own ears, blood pulsing. Was she really going to go through with the plan? Or was she not the dragoness her parents had raised her to be? Fyr swallowed and pushed her nerves down. It would all be worth it - just like her first time with her brother. If that had felt so good, how much fun would sex be with such an experienced drake? A cocky smile returned to her lips and she winked.

"That could just work, but we're going to have to dig this one a little deeper. But there's no reason that Dad wouldn't want to stay home and look after daddy's little girl, now, hm?"

Kao winced and gagged.

"Don't put it like that... You know you were always his favourite though and, yeah, you can use it to your advantage. Just don't talk like that around me. It's creepy."

Fyr's eyes twinkled.

"Oh, I would never!"

The plan was off to a tremendous beginning.

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It was more difficult to get Sasha to leave with Kao alone than either of them could have anticipated, but, somehow, the plan went off without a hitch, or at least the part Kao was a part of. As the afternoon wore on, he ushered Fyr to her bedroom where he periodically checked on her and reported on his sister's wellbeing to their parents. Sasha came up to knock and check on her, feeling her forehead, but Fyr groaned and rolled over to face the wall, fingers pressed to her temples.

"It's nothing serious," she grumbled to reassure her mother. "I'll be fine..."

"You gonna be okay to go out later, sugar?" Sasha murmured, rubbing her daughter's back in slow, soothing circles. "It may make you feel better."

Fyr groaned and shook her head.

"I'll see. I'll try."

Of course, she didn't have any reason to try to 'feel better' - she was far from unwell, unless someone had thought to check her racing pulse. Fyr had far better plans to put into action than moseying out for dinner and fun with her family. Or just a different kind of family fun in mind altogether.

She sighed and gave her father her best woeful eyes to get him to stay, although he did not take much persuasion. Perhaps he had not wanted to go out at all, but Orrix agreed to stay behind with Fyr after only a gentle nudge from Kao and his daughter asking him directly. Fyr could have danced on the spot. If only asking him for money when she'd been younger had been so easy!

Everyone was set up and in position, the 'couple' of the night headed out the door into the cool, crisp evening air. Only Fyr saw Kao slide his arm around their mother's waist as the front door closed behind them, Orrix already turning to Fyr with a concerned tilt to his head.

"How're you feeling, darling? It's not like you to not want to go out."

Fyr gave him her best pitiful look, staring down at her bare hind paw and scuffing her toes across the carpet.

"My stomach hurts," she whined, playing it up the best she could. "I'm going to go sit down again."

"That's right, sweetie, you rest up. Do you want to watch anything?"

Fyr grinned inwardly. There was nothing that got her father more relaxed and on the edge of sleep than watching a flick. And slumber was exactly the time when she would pounce.

"That sounds so good... Just want to relax and try to distract myself." She hesitated, wincing as if gripped by a sudden cramp. "Thank you, dad."

She settled herself down against him on the sofa and waited patiently; it would not be long. It never was long before his eyelids started to droop. That could have been one of the reasons that he'd been so distant as his position at the law firm took him to ever longer work days - the fact that he always seemed to be dropping off to sleep, no matter what he was doing. However, Fyr could not have said that it had not worked to her advantage more than once in the past.

Orrix yawned and shook his head, blinking at the television screen as it flickered with a movie he'd hardly paid attention to right from the beginning. Fyr held her breath.

Any minute now...

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"Feeling a bit tired, dad?"

Fyr couldn't help herself from giving him a little nudge. Orrix chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"I'm sorry I can't stop yawning, pumpkin, just didn't realise how tired I was."

Fyr hid her smile behind her paw. It was almost as if he was setting everything up for her just the way she wanted it. How thoughtful of him!

"Why don't you sleep then, dad? I won't mind. I'll be okay here, really I will."

The drake hesitated, casting her a look out of the corner of his eye. Fyr chose that particular moment to sit up tall, one arm slung over the back of the sofa. She smiled warmly, knowing her T-shirt was pulled across the front of her breasts, highlighting her body. She couldn't have looked any more the picture of health if she'd jumped up and done a little jig for him.

"Well... It is getting on a bit," Orrix said with a yawn that showed the fleshy pink side of his maw. "And, with your mother out, I think it's time to catch up on my beauty sleep. You sure you're gonna be alright down here, sugar?"

Fyr gave him her best 'pity me' look.

"I'm sure I'll be fine," she said slowly. "But I can come up and find you if I need to, right?"

Orrix smiled and rubbed her head, letting her lean into his touch. The younger dragon purred softly and shivered at the sensation of his fingers sliding over her scales. She couldn't help but wonder what they would feel like on other parts of her body too.

"Of course you can, I won't be far. Just think I'm going to hop in the shower, but rap on the door if you need me, okay?"

Fyr almost felt bad for pretending that she was sick to begin with as she nodded, watching her father's tail and backside as he moseyed from the living room at his own place. The cartoon she'd been watching failed to call her interest for even a second longer, her thoughts devolving into fantasies of being beneath the big, strong drake as he pushed into her. She caught her breath. What if he was bigger than Kao? Would she still be able to take him? There was only one way to find out just what her young, primed body was capable of now that she had unleashed her sexuality.

She gave him time, switching off the television set and pacing back and forth across the living room while the second hand ticked on and on, marking the passage of time irrevocably. He had to be out of the shower and on the bed, if her plan was to work. Fyr shivered. Preferably asleep or dozing by the time she got up there - yes, that would be best. If he was sleepy then she could simply slip up alongside him and pounce, taking what she needed.

But that didn't stop her from being nervous. Her heart fluttered and she cursed, most uncharacteristically, under her breath, pressing her paw over her breast. The loose, old shirt she wore was not the most alluring attire, but she was sure she could fix that at a later date. The black panties, the best she could dig out from the back of her drawer at such short notice, with their fabric snugly pushing in against her pussy lips were by far a better choice than her rattier house wear. Fyr, however, was well aware that anything else would have alerted her parents to the true nature of her sickness and so the yoga pants and loose shirt would have to do.

For it was a different thing altogether to be heat-sick or lust-sick with desire for one's own father.

Only when her father could not have possibly been in the shower any longer did Fyr steady herself and slowly ascend the stairs. Each step brought a fresh wave of nerves to the forefront of her mind, but she sank her weight into her heels and batted the thoughts away, determined to continue on the path she'd chosen. Her bare claws dug into the carpet and she held her head high. There was no going back once she'd made the choice: that was not her way.

As she opened the bedroom door with trembling paws, she realised that luck was on her side. Orrix lay sprawled out on his back with not a bit of the covers on him, the dragon's chest rising and falling gently as he slumbered. His black scales nearly blended completely into the darkness, but the yellow stripes on his thighs and shoulders gave him away, his yellow frill showing just where his head lay on the pillow. Fyr took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. The only thing that could have made the picture painted before her, ripe for the taking, would have been if he hadn't been wearing his boxers.

She whined, teetering on the threshold. Did she dare take them off him? Could she even go through with her plan? Her heart hammered against her ribcage and, for a moment, she feared that she would turn on her tail and flee to her bedroom, tail tucked quite firmly between her legs. But before her mind took over and lay waste to her carefully constructed plan, she yanked her T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her breasts were revealed to the air, nipples perking up in response to the light chill, and she followed it up by pushing down her pants, leaving her bare but for her black panties.

She smiled. They went perfectly with Orrix's scales.

Leaving her underwear on for the time being - there would be plenty of time to rid herself of those later - she stepped over the small pile of her clothes on the floor and swung the door nearly closed at her heels. As quiet as a mouse, she tiptoed across the bedroom, letting her eyes adjust to the dimmer light. It was a clear night, however, and the light of the moon and stars soon allowed her to see a little more, their welcoming twinkle filtering in through the open window.

Orrix snorted lightly as she perched on the edge of the bed, unwilling to put more than the tiniest fraction of her weight on it, though waking him, eventually, was the name of the game. The dragoness ran her paw across his stomach experimentally, watching to see just how he reacted, but, even though he murmured in his sleep, he did not move. The drake flung one arm out above his head and sighed massively, his tail dangling off the side of the bed as he claimed far more than his fair share.

The dragoness inhaled deeply and slowly, drawing on every last ounce of courage she had. She wanted him - she had to remind herself of that. It would be worth it, if only she could find her guts to make the first move.

But what was the first move? She hadn't thought so far ahead. So she did what she thought Kao would have wanted, if she'd slipped into his bedroom instead. Biting her lip, the dragoness forced her nerves down and gently pulled the waistband of his boxers away from his hips. She tugged them down quickly, fabric rustling noisily over his scales, and tried not to ogle his cock too much. There would be plenty of time for that later, but, in that moment, she had to draw his attention to erotic pleasure and that alone. It was her only hope in persuading him that he wanted to fuck his daughter as much as she wanted to feel him inside her.

She ran her fingertips over his cock as the drake stirred, feeling him harden beneath her touch all too easily. Fyr had to force her smirk off her muzzle. Males really were too easy when it came to pleasure - Kao was just the same. A little stroke here and a little caress there and he was putty in her paws, leaning over her and pushing inside with that sharp little buck of his hips he seemed to have developed. The dark shaft, speckled with the faintest drops of yellow as if it was covered in tiny scales, throbbed in her hold as it flushed with blood, his heavy, full balls resting against his thighs. Before he rose towards wakefulness too much, Fyr took one in her paw, marvelling at its weight and size. Perhaps her brother still had a bit of growing to do - didn't drakes have a bit of a growth spurt right at their late teens? - but her father was definitely bigger than him.

Fyr grinned widely. She couldn't wait to feel him unload those massive balls into her cunny. She'd surely make sure that not a single drop went to waste!

The drake yawned.

"Mm... Honey?" Orrix rumbled sleepily, spreading his wings out to either side of the bed. "What are you doing? Mmm..." He groaned, though with obvious pleasure. "Again, darling? You spoil a drake."

Fyr bit the inside of her cheek, wanting to respond and not at the same time. If she said something, would he realise she wasn't Sasha and send her away? How far could she push it? Would he run away from her?

No. She couldn't think like that. She just had to be persuasive enough to keep her father in bed with her and the rest would come as it came. The dragoness kept her words to herself, letting the drake reach for it. It would all be okay, she was sure.

She just had to believe that she was sexy enough to convince him. And she had to be bold. Bolder than ever before.

She pumped the length of his shaft as she had done and practiced with Kao, letting the tiny shivers and twitches of his body guide her, as he had no words with which to do so as yet. Still thinking she was Sasha, the older drake reached for her, feeling the curves of her body with surprisingly gentle paws. Fyr raised her eyebrows in surprise. She'd heard from Kao that Sasha liked a rougher touch.

Orrix's brow furrowed as he ran his paws down Fyr's arms, feeling the muscle that was not present or as defined on his wife.

"Sasha, what have you been doing? You feel... Something's different about you."

The gig was almost up and Fyr knew it. Curling her fingers around the base of his shaft, she scooted in close to him, letting him feel her young body - very different to the learned, subtle curves of his wife. Orrix sucked in a breath, eyes wide in the darkness as he fought to get a better look at the dragon on the bed with him.

"Don't think, just feel," Fyr breathed, finding her voice. "You're going to love this, dad."

She didn't allow him to react, parting her lips to take him deep into her mouth. Clumsily, she pressed her lips around him in a tight, lewd 'O', slurping on his thicker length as she struggled to take him all the way to the back of her throat. He tickled the back of her throat, her cheeks bulging, and she resisted the urge to gag, eyes watering.

A shudder ran through the dragon as he gasped and Fyr imagined his jaw dropped: the ruse was up.

"Fyr!"

Her father's paws were on her then, pushing and shoving as if he could so easily dislodge her from his body. Prepared, however, to fight for what she craved, the dragoness hissed around his shaft and fixed him with as steely a glare as she could muster.

"I'm not the little dragon I was once, Dad!" She snapped before he could thunder over her, trampling her words into the dust. "I'm older now! And I have my needs too..."

Her voice took on a more sultry tone as she fluttered her eyes at the drake, who sat half-propped up on his palms, chest heaving and eyes wide. His wings were halfway mantled as if he was going to use them as leverage to spring up and away from the bed at a moment's notice. But his cock had not softened in the slightest and Fyr ran her tongue up the length, curling it around the base to draw him back into her muzzle.

"Fyr, you can't be doing this!"

She winced. Still, he talked. Still, he thought that he could persuade her to stop doing what she was adored. And it wasn't as if he was moving away either. No, the drake hadn't moved a single muscle bar to sit up and stare down at her, as hungry as a young, virile male watching his first porno. Fyr giggled to herself. She'd had a laugh when she'd caught Kao looking at porn in the last week - as if he needed to! Between her and her mother, the studly young drake had all the sex he could have ever wanted. But it was fun to watch, regardless, she had to admit.

"Fyr... Fyr, no! Stop!"

The dragoness rolled her eyes and pulled back, letting his cock leave the warmth of her lips with a wet smack. It sprang back upright and the drake groaned, balling up his paws into fists as if restraining himself. His daughter smirked, one paw still on his thigh.

"You don't really want me to stop now, do you, dad?" She teased, tracing her finger up the length of his cock and circling the head with just the very tip of her finger; that trick had worked wonders with Kao. "Look... You're trying to push back into my muzzle even now, aren't you?"

Orrix screwed up his muzzle and took two big gulps of air through his nostrils. Fyr nuzzled his thigh and snaked her tongue out again, lapping along his shaft.

"Fyr... Are you in heat?"

The dragoness started. She'd thought her heat was over. It was quick for dragoness' their first time, wasn't it? Wasn't that what her mother had told her? Maybe her father, being an older drake, was better versed in telling when a female was in heat. Fyr grinned sheepishly.

"It may have come on recently..."

Her father shook his head, scooting away from her across the bed.

"No, you can't do this - any of this. Not while you're in heat."

Her eyes glinted.

"So you would have been considering it if I hadn't been in heat... How interesting."

He baulked and was almost completely off the bed when Fyr launched herself at him. It wasn't much of a tackle - in all honesty, it was a hug - but she wrapped her arms around him all the same, one paw wet with her juices. Fyr chuckled softly in his ear as she pressed her body up to his, letting him feel her curves as he fell back to the bed, toppled by his daughter. He couldn't have said he was trying not to touch her, however, as his paw automatically fell into the small of her back and stroked down over the curve of her buttocks. His paw lanced away a moment later as if he'd been burned, but Fyr laughed recklessly. She already had him exactly where she wanted him.

Covering his muzzle with her paw before he could toss her off onto the bed, she smeared her juices across his nose and lips. The drake snorted and huffed into her paw as she pulled back, inadvertently taking in a deep breath of her essence. Fyr allowed him to draw away, though he did not go far, his cock bobbing and twitching as it pulsed with fresh blood. As he brushed his fingers through the juices staining his lips, Orrix's head dipped, eyes half-lidded. Fyr held her breath.

The scent of her had the effect on him she'd hoped for. Of course, a female's heat would never turn a male into a mindless sex machine, but it would certainly let him know of her clear and irrevocable need, if she so chose to let him know. Orrix swallowed hard, a loud gulp that made Fyr prick up her ears - was he giving in? - and the dragoness crept closer, a paw slipping higher up his thigh to his shaft. Giving it a quick, bold squeeze when he did not flinch away, she pumped the length languidly, acting as if she had all the time in the world and that his resistance to her would eventually crumble.

"Fyr..." He groaned, taking in quick, needy breaths of her scent, cock jumping and twitching as it pulsed with blood. "Do you really want to do this? Are you sure? It's not your heat?"

Fyr shook her head and, by way of answer, turned about on the bed, positioning herself on all fours with her tail arched sensually over her back. She dipped her muzzle shyly and pushed her buttocks back to him, showing off her drooling vent, juices slick upon her scales.

"Really, I do, dad..." She murmured, breath catching in her throat. "I've wanted you for so long, daddy, I only just realised it...well..." Fyr blushed and licked her lips. "Recently. I couldn't put words to what I felt before, but I'm old enough now and I'm a dragoness."

She locked her gaze with his, but the older drake was already moving, nuzzling down her tail towards the base. Shuddering, she dug her claws into the bed - the rips would have to later be explained away to Sasha - and rocked against his muzzle as his tongue found her dripping sex, arousal staining a patch on the bed sheets between her legs.

"Ohhh... Daddy!"

Clenching her teeth, Fyr moaned, quieting the sound the best she could, even though there was no one else there to hear her. His breaking had her trembling with abject desire, every nerve ending in her body on fire. Her scales tingled and she shrugged one shoulder back and then the other, rocking her body from side as she struggled deliciously to contain the pleasure. His tongue drove deeply into her pussy, exploring every inch for the very first time for him, but certainly not the last time.

Fyr hissed and mewled like a hatchling, flaring out her trembling wings as she pushed back onto his muzzle, demanding more through the sheer need of her body, his tongue curling up against her clit. He was almost as good as Kao, but her brother had learned just a little more about pleasing the nuances of her body over the course of the last week. Fyr grinned breathlessly, chuffing a laugh. Maybe her father would have to teach him a trick or two at some point.

"You're all ready for me as you are, darling," Orrix murmured, licking her juices off his muzzle with a wet smack. "You're not lying... You really do want this, don't you, Fyr?"

The dragoness bobbed her head quickly, brain slow to pick up the words she wanted to spill forth. She smiled cockily and tilted her head, throwing her father a look that would have made a lesser male weak at the knees. As it was, the sultry look only made her father rumble approvingly, moving up to her on his knees with the fingers of one paw curled around his cock. Fyr could only imagine what would happen with that carved shaft next and arched back expectantly.

"Then show me how you mount mom."

Orrix hesitated, his cock resting against her buttocks. Doubt clouded his eyes, but not for the reason Fyr anticipated.

"Yes... But I will not finish inside you, not while you're still in the last throes of your first heat."

He leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back. He intended to put his muzzle close to her ear, but Fyr was too busy rolling into the sensation of his body against hers to pay all that much attention to his words. She finally had everything she'd ever wanted. And what better male to show her how a female could really be pleased than her own father?

"Yes, yes," she hissed. "Just get your cock in me! I need it now, daddy!"

As he pressed up to her, wetting the head of his cock with her juices, Orrix moaned, the paw on his daughter's buttocks trembling. Sliding his tip between her lips, he pushed himself up higher on his knees and pulled her to him, taking a deep breath as he lined himself up. Fyr swung her head back around to face forward, her eyes falling to his bedside table where a photo of him and Sasha out on a picnic rested. They'd told her at one point that it had not been taken long after they'd first started dating, or courting, as they jokingly called it. Fyr winked and blew the static images a kiss as the drake in the photo prepared to cover her.

Sorry, mom.

And then he pushed in.

Fyr rolled her hips back in a motion she'd practiced several times with Kao already, letting him slide in deeper. There was not much difference in size between him and her brother and her mind was far too addled with lust to pull up any kind of comparison in the heat of the moment. Instead, she moaned lustfully and held her tail high until the drake had completely buried himself in her.

"Hellfire..." He groaned, eyes half-lidded. "You're so hot, Fyr. How did I end up with such a beautiful dragoness as my daughter?"

Laughing softly, Fyr squeezed the muscles of her sex around his shaft. She had not learned to do it very well as yet, but he still shuddered back with a little whine, eyes suddenly wide and alert. His lower jaw hung just a little bit slack and, in the low light of the bedroom, she watched his chest rising and falling rapidly as he panted.

"I guess I take after my parents."

The drake countered her laugh with his own, rasping out his mirth, but there was little time for amusement when they craved each other to such a degree. Relaxing his paws on Fyr's buttocks, Orrix gave them a squeeze and murred, rolling his hips to begin thrusting. The dragoness hissed and growled, asking for more with the sway of her body, which he was only too happy to deliver to her. The dragoness swung her head from left to right, vision dipping as his hips connected with her buttocks with a hard slap of scales meeting scales.

I was right, she thought dimly. Sex just gets better every time.

Orrix's arms wrapped around her waist as he thrust, tilting to the side until, pulling her with him, the drake lay on his side, rocking into her with slow, sensual drives of his hips. Panting heavily, Fyr squealed and bucked on his shaft, pussy clenching as her body raced towards a release that she was not yet ready for. Her mind whirled - so quickly? How could he push her to orgasm so swiftly? Even Kao had not managed to do that! But she'd been ready and wanting him before his cock had even touched the soft-scaled lips of her sex.

The dragoness tried to restrain herself, pushing down her orgasm. What if it made her father stop fucking her, thinking that was all? Even if he'd said he wasn't going to fill her, that didn't mean that she wasn't holding out any hope that he would forget all about that and seed her in the heat of the moment. Orrix growled and Fyr moaned as he slammed into her, a harder thrust making her head spin and eyes roll into the back of her skull.

Fuck! Fyr groaned to herself. How on earth was she supposed to hold back when he fucked her like that?

Emboldened, clearly, by her moans and eager cries for more - even if they did not come in the form of coherent words - Orrix rumbled quietly and lifted her leg up, driving in as deeply as he could with every single thrust. The onslaught of pleasure was far too much for his dragon daughter and Fyr twisted in his grasp, her father's arms encircling her waist tightly. She didn't hear his murmured words to relax, to enjoy, hips working to bring her the ecstasy she so craved - all from him.

Her climax was ruthless, snatching her up and carrying her away on the tide before she realised what was happening. Screeching, the dragon arched her back to an angle that shouldn't have seemed possible, but perhaps was for a young, flexible dragoness, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her senses. There was no escaping orgasm as it claimed every inch of her body, her father fighting to hold onto her as she bucked and writhed, moan after moan rolling from her lips.

Eventually, however, she had to come down from her high. Luckily, she had her father right there to catch her as he always had been. Orrix held her tightly in his arms, pulling out and letting the dragoness' shoulders lower to the soft bed sheets, rumpled into a mess of female arousal and drooling stains of cum. Fyr whined and reached for him, but the older drake was already there.

"Fyr," he groaned, running his paw up to her breasts and giving each a gentle squeeze, caressing her nipples experimentally as if trying to gauge her reaction. "Spread your legs, lie all the way back."

The dragoness' eyes smouldered.

"You still not gonna cum in me, daddy?"

"Not tonight, Fyr, but when you're done with your heat," he paused, surveying her body with a lustful stare, "I'll cum in you over and over again, as many times as you want."

When he entered her again, it was with the passion of a drake in rut. Orrix growled in her ear, his eyes closed, as he covered her body with his, pushing her legs up so that he could go even deeper than before. Fyr cried out, though only for more, clinging to him as he drove into her with single-minded determination. She trembled against him, still reeling from her own explosive climax. Even with Kao, sex had never been so good. There'd never been such drive and passion behind his thrusts, but, then again, the younger drake was only just starting to learn the intricacies of sex and pleasure. Fyr smirked to herself. Perhaps this was one thing she'd be able to teach him.

Her father moaned.

"Agh, Fyr!" Orrix's eyes snapped open. "I'm going to..."

He didn't need to finish his sentence, but Fyr still whimpered all the same when he pulled out, copious amounts of pre-cum drooling from his tip. Balanced on the edge of climax, the drake took several deep breaths, chest heaving, as he fought against instinct to restrain himself much the same as she had.

Fyr, however, was there for him as he had been for her. Dropping beneath his body, she swallowed the full length of his cock in one needy gulp and moaned around him as, unbidden, her father fucked her muzzle. He forced her jaw wide in his need, but Fyr could not bring herself to care. All that mattered was that she got every drop of his seed and let none of it go to waste.

The drake tensed and gasped out his orgasm as his hips jerked up, filling his daughter's mouth with his cum. Fyr's cheeks bulged, gulping down every drop of his cream, though still some managed to trickle out from the corner of her mouth, marking her scales with his offering. She shivered and wrapped her paws around his thighs, refusing to allow him to pull away until she was sure that he didn't have a single drop left in his sore, aching balls to give her.

Father and daughter collapsed on the bed in each other's arms, the drake. A strange sort of quiet enveloped them in the aftermath of sex, Fyr running her tongue around the inside of her mouth to catch every last bit of Orrix's seed. She wouldn't have wanted any of it to go to waste, after all. The night breeze licked her scales and she stretched out against her father's side, casting her eyes around her parents' bedroom. What had once seemed so familiar now could have been as foreign to her as a country that she was visiting for the first time. She smiled. She'd certainly unlocked a new side - to her, at least - of her father that night.

"Can we do this again, daddy?" She whispered, afraid to break the peace by speaking more loudly. "Soon?"

Chuckling, Orrix rolled to face her and stroked her face. Purring, she leaned into his touch, his fingertips brushing her eyelids intimately.

"Of course, darling..." He swallowed, but seemed to push something down inside himself. "It'll just be our little secret then, okay? You can't tell anyone else about this."

He ran the tip of a finger around one of her nipples and groaned.

"You have grown into such a fine, young dragoness... How could any male resist you when you're so eager to take what you want? But we must not tell anyone, Fyr. It," he hesitated. "It would not be welcomed, let us say that. Can you keep this between us, sweetheart?"

Little did her father know that she was well versed in her share of secrets, yet she nodded and kept her eyes wide and innocent until he yawned and flaked out on the bed once more.

"I can, daddy."

He nodded.

"Good... I'll be able to seed you properly once your heat is gone. If you want that, that is."

Fyr snuggled up to him, her head on his chest.

"More than anything else, daddy."

Fyr swallowed, remembering how many times her brother had ejaculated inside her during the last week. She hadn't thought of her being in heat, though its claws had quickly relinquished their hold from her mind, leaving her free to explore her desires as she pleased with Kao. Like with all other dragonesses, as her mother had told her over a cup of hot cocoa, the first heat was brief, a mere taster of what was to come. Only in the future, when her body was entering its most fertile time, would her heat become raw and ragged and leave her craving her mate with every fibre of her being.

And did she even mind if it had taken? She rested her paw on the curve of her stomach, imagining it swollen with her brother's hatchling. It wouldn't be such a bad thing to have a hatchling, even if she was a bit on the young side for it. Yet so few dragons became pregnant their first time or even the first time they came into heat that she was sure that there was little chance of it happening anyway.

No, she was sure she didn't have to worry. She smirked. Her father should have finished inside her anyway. There wasn't a risk - not really.

Either way, I'll make my peace with it, she thought as she nuzzled up to her father's chest, letting his arms encase her. I may not be pregnant. I may be pregnant. Only time will tell.

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As her father's breathing slowed and Fyr listened to the beating of his heart, one final thought swam to the forefront of her mind.

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Would I rather have my brother's hatchling, or my father's?