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Cuckolded by Her Mother

Chapter Sixteen

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Sasha's belly swelled. Sometimes it was difficult for medical professionals to tell just how long a dragoness would carry an egg for, if she was not of the kind to birth live young, but Sasha was definitely nearing her time. Walking became a little more difficult for her and she grumbled through the day, restricting herself to the house for her own comfort, even if she had to use Fyr a little to sate her needs.

"That's a good girl," she crooned, patting her daughter on the head as Fyr buried her nose between her mother's legs for the umpteenth time that evening. "It's too bad when you're at work really, unable to tend to me. You should be here, doing what you do best."

The dragoness' cheeks burned but, although Fyr grunted against Sasha's soaked pussy lips, she did not pull away or even dare to voice a complaint. She knew better than that. It would only cause more trouble and trouble was something that she just didn't want. It would complicate things and take her attention away from the sweet nectar flowing over her tongue.

Groaning softly, Fyr flicked the tip of her tongue over her mother's clit, using every trick in her bag of them to give her mother the utmost pleasure. That was what she was there for, wasn't it? Her pleasure? Fyr's pleasure had long ago fallen by the wayside and, although her loins ached for some attention of her own, she hardly dared masturbate anymore for the fear of what repercussions it would bring.

But she had to sometimes, if only to relieve the need enough for her to not be a simpering, whimpering mess of a dragoness. She'd been like that once, after the club, and it had impressed no one. Burning with desire, the dragoness had flung herself on the floor and begged Ropes to fuck her again, tail raised and pussy dripping with need. It should have been a display enough to entice any male but a demon of lust had an ulterior motive and a better option present in the same room.

"Honestly, Fyr," Sasha said, clicking her tongue sadly against the roof of her mouth. "I would have thought you'd learned by now not to put on silly displays like this."

Fyr moaned and pressed her forehead to the carpet.

"Please," she whined. "I need you... Ropes... Please fuck me. I've wanted you so badly since the club."

Sasha laughed cruelly, tail slapping the mattress in her mirth.

"Oh, isn't that a gem, sugar! You get one cock up you and one pounding your maw and now all you want is another? You think you're good enough for him now, darling? You think you can still take my lover?"

Fyr shuddered and did not reply. There was no need.

Ropes had taken Sasha again, right there and then, while Fyr moaned and rammed her fingers into her cunt, forcing herself to a crude orgasm while her husband fucked her mother in the brutal way that only demons seemed to want to fuck. What was wrong with them? Were they indestructible or something? For it was true that Fyr had hurt and hurt after finally getting the cock she'd wanted, Ropes' roughness leaving muscles aching that she had not even known existed. What she would give for loving missionary, a long, slow love-making session that stretched into the night and the sweetly touched early hours of the morning.

Only, it would still be lacking something, something that Fyr still did not care to admit, not even to herself. That realisation would come in time and, by far, would not be an easy one to accept.

That was okay. She had time.

After the humiliation of begging for sex and getting nothing in return, they'd left her with a toy in her pussy, a little egg that she had, originally, thought completely innocuous. Something that small surely couldn't cause her any harm, could it?

She'd been wrong. It was not harm that the egg caused but, out in public, complete and utter torment. Taking her out shopping was supposed to be a treat, but Fyr had only picked up one T-shirt that she thought her mother may have liked - forgetting that she was allowed to get things for herself too - when the egg burst to life in her pussy. Rammed up against her G-spot, it vibrated madly and Fyr cried out, dropping the hanger and shirt with a clatter that turned heads.

"Fyr?" Sasha blinked innocently at her. "Darling, are you quite alright?"

The dragoness stood up as straight and steady as she could, but the buzz of the toy was relentless and it was mere seconds before her legs were trembling. She looked wildly about her, her husband smirking at Sasha's antics rather than her discomfort from across the store, although there was no rest or respite to be had as her mother ushered her on.

"Come on! This is supposed to be a treat. Don't you want a treat, Fyr?"

Maybe not the kind of treat her mother had in store for her. She forced Fyr to shop with her legs pressed together, her juices making the egg slicker and slicker with every passing moment. The dragoness flushed heavily as a sales dragon helped her with a blouse, even offering to fit her for a bra as she had seen Fyr looking at the sign for custom fittings. Of course, Fyr had only been trying to distract herself from the vibrations and otherwise had absolutely no intention of being fitted for a bra. Her stutters fell on deaf ears, however, and, of course, her mother of all furs had ushered her back into the changing rooms to get her top off while the vibrating egg was cranked up to a pulsing maximum.

Fyr still wasn't sure if the sales dragoness had bought her explanation that the sound had been her phone going off in her bag. Either way, she never was going to return to that store ever again whether under threat of pain or death or something worse still!

And all that came down to the moment with her mother leaning back on the sofa, legs kicked up over her daughter's shoulders as she howled in orgasm, thrashing like a dragon possessed - well, she was a demoness - and expecting her daughter to ride her out through the storm. That was all Fyr knew how to do and she growled into her mother's pussy as she clung to her legs, neck aching as a flood of desire drooled into her mouth, the dragoness practically squirting with the force of her orgasm. It was only, that time, the force of Fyr's fingers ramming into her, hardly filling her mother but providing the much-needed stimulation to tip over the edge into wondrous climax.

She'd never felt so much like a sex toy before. And Fyr loved it. She loved being used, lapping her mother's juices off the side of her muzzle and asking her, oh so very sweetly, if she wanted more.

Her mother tossed her aside like a toy as she wandered off to find Ropes. Despite her condition, the cougar had not been any gentler with her of late, but perhaps they did not need to worry about things like that, being demons. He filled her several times a day as she screamed for his seed and, if he dared play coy with his demoness lover, Sasha certainly wasn't in such a position that she couldn't pin him down and ride him to a thrashing, yowling climax.

At least they'd stopped breaking so much furniture. Fyr was getting rather sick of fixing things but she still had some modicum of power in the household and a few pointed comments, even if she couldn't quite bring herself to say anything directly, had done the trick nicely enough. Any overly enthusiastic activities had been confined to the growing ranch property after dark from that point onwards and it had allowed Fyr to devote her time to the construction of the barn, putting the finishing touches on the side that would be the main part of their livelihood.

Sasha's heavily pregnant body didn't stop her competition with Ropes from continuing, either. A string of males came and went from their home with Fyr trying to make their comings and goings as discreet as possible. Most seemed to be drunk or too cocky to care though, Sasha choosing her males for their bodies and not their minds. What did it matter to her, after all, if her stud of the evening was lacking a few brain cells? She wasn't about to engage in a lengthy conversation with any of them!

It wasn't so much the ones with large cocks either that seemed to grab her attention, but the fine types, the ones that were more exotic than the usual fare in the town and beautiful to boot, for Fyr wouldn't have called them handsome. But that was where the lure would have ended for Fyr, if she'd been the one fucking them, as she couldn't have dealt with a male that needed to be told what to do at every turn. Why, the only sounds that some of them made were grunts and moans if what she heard through the walls was to be believed!

But that was what Sasha liked, in a way. She wanted to be on top and wanted to be able to dominate a male, grinding and humping on them as if they were nothing more too than the sex toy she'd reduced her own daughter too. Fyr had even heard her teasing them, through the walls, for she was never allowed to watch Sasha's conquests getting what they needed, that she'd allow them to have her daughter too - if they were good studs for her, that was. After the interlude with the drake in the club, Fyr wasn't all that sure that that was a good idea and made herself scarce at such times.

And, oddly still, Ropes wasn't jealous in the slightest about Sasha fucking whoever she pleased. That may have been because he was bringing home a different companion every other day, although he was a side less discreet about it than Sasha. He seemed to want everyone and anyone to know what he was up to and smirked as Fyr tried to hide his lovers, the often feline partners laughing and cooing at her, running around as the little cuckold life.

Fyr scowled at the memory. She liked Ropes' partners less so than Sasha's, not because they mocked her and patted her condescendingly on the head, but because they acted like they knew Ropes better than her - for years, in fact. A lioness spoke of times before Fyr had even been with him, chilling her to the bone with detailing exploits that would have made the Fyr from before blush and mutter her excuses. Others thanked him for lavish dinners and dates that Fyr knew had to be exaggerated, the lustfully wicked females probably embellishing what had happened just to embarrass and humiliate her all the further. In all honesty, that was something she would have preferred to come from either her husband or her mother. It wasn't as if she was into being humiliated by strangers after all...

And the implications that some of them had been with Ropes before too. That was worrying. That was very worrying. She thought back to how willingly Ropes had gone along with Sasha's plan, proposed in the dragoness' pretty much abandoned living room when they'd visited that fateful weekend. It had seemed as if it was something that he enjoyed, even then, and there was little reason to suspect that his loyalty to her, especially after the interlude at the club, was all that strong anymore.

Well, at least in one respect. He'd not made any move to leave her, working towards their little life together with the passion that only he seemed to be able to embody. She relished the quiet moments working on the barn with her husband, getting his input on paint and even making a workshop for him, though it truly was her that was more about being 'hands on' when it came to DIY and repair. It still made him feel like he was just a little bit more included, however, and he'd rewarded her for that by allowing her to give him a blowjob.

Fyr trembled at the memory. Oh, his uncut shaft sliding over her tongue had been divine, even better than the sly road-head she'd given him in the truck. Although it could only have been a few weeks, it seemed like such a long time ago and so much had changed since, Fyr desperate to please and increasingly needy with every passing day. He'd squeezed a tentacle around her throat as he climaxed, painting her muzzle with his cream as he whispered one single word.

"Mine."

And she always would be his, until her dying day and beyond.

That had been a good day. That had been a _very_good day.

Fyr tried not to think about who her husband may have been fucking before he's gotten with her mother. That wasn't a can of worms that she ever wanted to open, as sick as it made her in the churning pit of her stomach.

Her mother sent her off once she'd had her fill of the crimson dragoness and Fyr wandered downstairs, the taste of her mother's pussy still thick and heady in her muzzle. There were chores to be done and a sink full of dirty dishes calling her name, as much as she tried to ignore the need to do housework. It was both a joy and the very embodiment of the word 'chore' as she enjoyed doing it to serve her dominants and yet...well...better to face the facts: there was very little other pleasure to be had from doing the dishes to say the least of it!

And still, she did it anyway, letting her mother and her husband rest where they chose. She hadn't seen Ropes for some time and assumed that he wasn't even in the house. Fyr smiled to herself. He probably had another leopard in his arms just to taunt Sasha. The dragoness always fucked him harder after he'd had someone from outside their relationship. Maybe that was the only reason he'd fucked Fyr in the club that time too, as he'd slammed Sasha pleasurably into the wall right after taking his wife as if he needed to show her just how breakable the dragoness was in comparison to the lusty demoness who had taken over her life and world.

"Fyr!"

The dragoness' head snapped up from the sink, eyes wide. That didn't sound like a sexy scream. It didn't even sound like a demanding one.

Sasha was frightened.

"Fyr!" There was a note of pain in her mother's voice. "Come quickly!"

Dropping the plate she'd been holding in the sink with a soapy splash, Fyr flung her body from the kitchen and up the stairs, breath raking through her windpipe. She took the stairs two at a time, stumbling over herself and slamming her shoulder into the wall with a barely concealed curse as she fumbled for the handle of her mother's bedroom door.

"Mom!" She gasped, tumbling over herself into the room. "Mom, what's happening? You screamed! You..."

Fyr trailed off, words dying on her lips as she took in the naked body of her mother, on her back on the bed with her knees bent up so that her sex could not be seen, blocked by her legs. The dragoness twisted and curled her tail around herself, holding her stomach as her chest heaved, breath coming in short, sharp pants. Fyr had left her in a comfortable state so to find her with sweat pouring down her scales, wings tucked up against her back in pain, was enough to stop Fyr dead in her tracks.

"Fyr, it's happening!" Her mother groaned, rocking her hips up from the bed. "Fyr... Oh..."

Devolving into a groan, Sasha rolled to the side, clutching her stomach as she tried to bring her knees in towards her chest. But she couldn't - her stomach was far, far too large for that, even if it would soon be as flat and smooth as it ever was.

Oh...

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"Okay, mom, I'm gonna need you to relax now."

Sasha glared at her daughter as she perched on the edge of the bed, smoothing her paw down one blue-scaled leg.

"How the hell do you expect me to relax when I'm about to lay this darn egg?"

Fyr winced.

"Granted, not my best choice of words, but it's not going to hurt you, you know this. It's going to feel uncomfortable and you're going to cramp though. This isn't like birthing a live hatchling, so you're lucky really."

"Lucky?" Sasha growled, green eyes flashing. "Lucky?"

Fyr met her gaze levelly and shook her head.

"Yes. You are. Now, shimmy around onto all fours. You're putting more pressure on your stomach there than you need to and this will make you more comfortable."

Evidently, Fyr had read or retained more of the egg-laying books than Sasha, though the older dragoness had point blank refused to go to classes. They weren't really targeted at dragons anyway and a newly fledged demoness had more questions to answer than was really fair for a female whose body was raging with pregnancy hormones. To her credit, however, Sasha rolled over onto her paws and knees and did as she was asked, letting Fyr take the lead.

The thing about dragons was that they were capable of laying either eggs or live young and, well, Fyr had been birthed and not laid. She'd never gone through the trial of clawing her way out of an egg and never needed to know about egg laying, being with a husband who, genetically, was supposed to pass on the gene for a youngster that would be born in the same manner. But maybe she'd been wrong as what had been growing in Sasha for months on end was most certainly an egg and not a young dragon or cougar.

It would be down to Sasha, however, to squeeze it from her, sweating and moaning and pushing her body to the absolute limit.

Taking her mother's paw, Fyr smiled encouragingly and caught her lips in a warm kiss. The dragoness' tongue darted desperately between her lips, taking Fyr's embrace as a welcome distraction from the cramping in her lower abdomen, body readying itself for the overbearing urge to push. There would not be much pain though, of that Fyr was sure, but it would not be easy for any dragoness, much less one of Sasha's age.

That gave her pause. Did age count when one had become a demoness? Was her mother immortal? That was probably something she would have to think about at a later date, but things would come to rights once the egg was safely laid.

"Come on now, mom," she murmured softly, lips against Sasha's. "You can do this. You had me before and this will be nowhere near so bad, I promise. It'll even start to feel a bit pleasurable later, though we don't know how large the egg will be yet."

Sasha ground her teeth together and shook her head, eyes tightly closed.

"No! It's so..." She gasped, shoulders hunched with tension. "No... Cramping..."

Fyr stroked her head and neck soothingly, letting her mother rest against her, arms around her torso.

"It'll be okay, mom, just a little bit longer and it'll all be easier, I promise you."

"Ropes." Her mother's eyes narrowed. "Get Ropes."

"I don't think he's here, mom," Fyr murmured.

"Try!"

The dragoness shook her head, caught between a rock and a hard place. She could leave her mother to find her husband but where would that get her? And, despite everything, Sasha was scared.

Fyr winced, though tried to hide it, stroking down the back of her mother's neck with fingers that played over the sore and tense muscles. It hurt her to see the terror glimmering in the back of her mother's green, glowing orbs. She was meant to be the strong one, the one that Fyr could look to for help and guidance and to see her so caught by what her body was doing, what she could not control, teetered dangerously on the edge of terrifying.

So she had to try.

"Ropes?" Fyr raised her voice, though she doubted that the cougar was near enough to hear her. "Ropes, can you get your tail in here...please?"

She couldn't quite leave off the note of respect from the tail end of the utterance, but she did her best anyway to sound as if she was the one of authority. In a situation that was new to each of them, she had to be calm, had to be the voice of reason. Even if her heart was pounding so viciously that she feared it would burst right out of her chest right then and there.

"Where is he?" Sasha groaned when the cougar did not immediately appear. "Where's Ropes?"

"I told you, mom, I don't think -"

"Sasha!"

Darting into the room, the cougar let his tentacles trail behind, smacking two on the door frame as he whipped around the corner with too great haste. He rushed to Sasha's side, compassion flaring up in his eyes as he grabbed her paw, shouldering Fyr aside as he took her place.

"Are you okay?" He demanded, his words more of a hiss than anything that could have been deemed soothing. "Is it the egg? Are you both okay? Is it time?"

All Sasha could do was groan and press her forehead against his bare chest. The cougar was dressed only in a pair of jeans, underarms musky from work. Fyr wrinkled her nose at him as he swept his paws down Sasha's back, leaving a smear of dark, rich soil in their wake. But it wasn't as if she could have asked him to clean up before comforting the dragoness who was about to lay his egg. She should have been thankful too that he was working on the house in preparation for it to be sold and, of course, for them to move into the ranch house, which was slowly taking shape.

"Ropes," she said quietly. "You need to give her space. It will be soon now."

Where her sense of calm had come from she'd never know, but it seemed to take back just a little bit of control of the situation, allowing her to take her husband's shoulder and push him back just enough to allow Sasha room to breathe. The dragoness gave a shuddering gasp, clinging to the demon cougar as if for an anchor in the storm, though the storm she had to ride out would leave her sore and aching for days afterwards.

It would all be worth it though. Ropes, however, had something else in mind, running his paws down Sasha's arms as he kissed every inch of her muzzle and lips that he could reach, the dragoness numb and shivering in his grasp.

"I know what will help," Ropes murmured. "We talked, back when... Well..."

He shook his head.

"When or where we talked doesn't matter, but I know something to help with this. They said...the cramps would be worse if something more was going to happen. Something needs to be done to...ah..." He raked his claws through the matted, sweaty fur on the back of his neck. "Well, the pain..."

Fyr tilted her head at her husband, confusion plastered across her face. Since when had the cougar been so awkward? He was as forthright and blunt as they came! She didn't have a chance to ask him just what he was thinking though as the cougar nuzzled down Sasha's neck, kissing and nipping softly at her scales.

The effect on the dragoness was instantaneous. Sasha moaned, the note of pain and discomfort leaving her tone. Emboldened - not that he probably needed all that much encouragement - Ropes pressed in closer, sliding his paws down over her breasts as he massaged them softly, tugging her nipples out gently from her body. Fyr scowled.

"Ropes, do you really think this is the time?"

The dragoness moaned, answering the question for Ropes, who only smirked and turned his attention, once again, from his wife. It was not as if it was to be her place in the centre of attention anyway. She hadn't been the centre of anyone's attention for a very long time.

"Oh, yes, sugar..." Sasha groaned. "That's what I need. Don't let me think about it, just distract me."

And Ropes intended to do just that. Nuzzling and nipping at her neck, he purred lustfully and lowered his head to her breasts, suckling each nipple in turn into his mouth to play his raspy tongue across the pleasurable nubs. Sasha groaned and rocked against him, but she humped all the more passionately, as if she was begging for his cock, as he slipped his tentacles into the slits in her sides, letting them fill her sweetly in lieu of her pussy, which was, otherwise, too sore for penetration at the time of laying.

Although Fyr frowned, she didn't try to stop him - he seemed to be having more success than she had with soothing her mother at least. It didn't stop the heat from growing in her loins though, desire a familiar tingle that was a little too raw to be entirely pushed aside. It had been too long since she'd last gotten off and, even then, it had only been by her own paw. Neither of them had bothered using toys on her for a while, much less waste the energy of their own bodies.

Voyeurism was her only true escape and pleasure and Fyr perched awkwardly on the bed, pressing her thighs together as traitorous moisture seeped softly through the fabric of her demure panties. Her mother hadn't stripped her naked during their earlier liaison and they'd only just started drying from that span of arousal, only to be denied the sweetness of release yet again. The dragoness bit her lip as Ropes moved down her mother's body, leaving no scale untouched or without a gentle caress as he teased his tentacles within her, pumping them as he would his cock.

"Ohhh..."

Sasha's groan was, at least, music to Fyr's ears as the dragoness lunged for her daughter, clinging to her arms as Ropes shuffled behind her, jeans slipping down. Fyr raised her eyebrows at him, making gestures and exaggerating the motions of her paws as if she could communicate with him without any words at all. Well, he could have understood her, if he chose too, but her frantic waving only seemed to egg him on as he revealed his hardening cock, tentacles slowly drawing back from Sasha to leave the slits gaping lewdly, wanting more.

"Ropes!" Fyr hissed. "Not the time!"

"Oh, but I think it is the time," he purred. "You don't really know anything about demons, Fyr, and this is just what my dragoness needs."

She couldn't miss the note of the possessive in his tone and shuffled back, as disgruntled as she was. Fyr crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head, sure that Sasha would send him packing as the cougar pressed the uncut tip of his shaft up to her pussy, letting it grind slickly between her lips in a coating of draconian arousal. He did not pause there, however, as she moaned, but dipped his head down to her sex, tongue lashing softly across her folds as she grunted and rocked back against him.

"Will this make it easier for you, my dear?" He breathed, whiskers just barely tickling her soft pussy lips. "Tell me what you need. Your daughter seems to think she knows your body better than I do, but I know that can't be right, my demonic queen."

Fyr frowned. Had he ever spoken to her like that? Oh, what did it matter? The jealousy was fleeting, even if present, and she had more important matters to focus on. Sasha grunted and arched her back the best she could, her heavy stomach hanging down under its own weight as the egg shifted once again, her body preparing itself for the laying that was very shortly to come.

"Yes..." Sasha forced out, wings twitching as she swung her tail back over Ropes' shoulder. "Anything... Do it! Take me!"

How she wanted to be taken was beside the point as Ropes purred into her sex, slathering her warmth with his tongue and flicking it up against her clit. Sasha squealed and tried to thrash her tail about, but his tentacles were too swift, capturing it in a tight yet loving hold as all four wrapped around the limb to keep it out of the way. After all, it simply wouldn't do if she knocked him out cold and he wasn't able to help her through the laying!

"My sexy dragoness..."

Fyr sucked in a breath but, of course, he wasn't talking to her. Suckling at Sasha's throbbing clit, he drew it lovingly into his mouth and eased the cramps from her body with overruling pleasure. For a demon of lust, it was an easy trade-off and Ropes groaned against her as Sasha twitched and bucked her hips like a virgin in her first heat, eyes half-lidded as she tried to hold Fyr even more tightly.

"Mom! That hurts!"

But Sasha clung to her, refusing to let go as Ropes licked his lips, rising up onto his knees once more as he released her tail and pressed it sensually over her back. It fell down to her shoulder blades in a smooth arc, the folds of warm flesh below the thick base betraying what he was truly after. And yet it was not her pussy that could provide him with ecstasy and Sasha with sweet release but the tight pucker at the very base of her tail, the one that had hardly been explored between the two of them as yet even if they had taken to abusing Fyr's poor tail hole on a frequent basis.

"Relax now..."

As if Sasha could do that. She moaned loudly as he pressed up to her tail hole, tentacles slipping around to her sides in prelude to the pleasure that was to come. But there was only one way for a demon to successfully tease a female through the process of egg laying and a sense of compassion intertwined with lust was the name of that came well and truly.

Sasha pressed her muzzle between Fyr's breasts, spit drooling onto the dragoness' T-shirt, as Ropes pressed in, slowly teasing open the tight entrance to her tail hole as if it was a prize that he could only, so very slowly, reveal to take for his own. But it was a gift shared and Sasha was as eager for the debauchery as he was, rocking her hips more carefully back against him as he slid in, deeper and deeper with every passing moment. Her tail hole seemed to welcome him in as he stretched her forbidden passage open for what was surely the first time - he wouldn't have known either way though, as they'd never spoken about anal play. Or, at least, Fyr had never heard them speak about it or anything else related to sex. They just seemed to know what the other wanted and went for it.

"Oh, honey," Sasha gasped, her words muffled against her daughter's breasts. "That's soooo much better."

She dragged out her words as if she was drunk, though it was only pleasure and the act of egg laying that her body was responding to, Ropes' touch welcome and desired. As the egg shifted within her, she groaned and widened the space between her knees, bracing herself as she slowly but surely began to push.

"Unnfff..." Sasha groaned. "Ropes... Oh... It's coming..."

She panted heavily, eyes rolling back as the glow of them was briefly obscured, eyes half-lidded with lust. Her tail juddered, flexing over her back, and she stretched out her wings to either side of her body as the egg moved just a little in the right direction.

"Come on now," Ropes murmured, paws soft and gentle on her hips. "You can do it."

And, although he was only mimicking what Fyr had already said - and failed at soothing the dragoness through - it worked. Sasha tried to let the tension slip from her body, muscles contracting in the only place where it mattered. But the tightening and clenching of her pussy, passage trying to squeeze down an egg that was larger than its size when not subject to such a divine stretch, had another effect too - one most pleasurable for the demon cougar.

Parting his lips, Ropes panted open-mouthed as her tail hole clenched around him, claws pricking out through her scales. He ground deeply into her, his thrusts slow and even though penetrating her to the hilt of his shaft, the demon cougar unwilling to let even an inch of his cock to go to 'waste'. Sasha grunted and pushed back against him, begging without words for more - more that he was oh so very happy to deliver. As she pushed and squeezed the egg on its slow passage to being laid, the dragoness heaved for breath, gasping again only when his tentacles drove suddenly into her sides, the openings there welcoming him back in with a sudden flood of pleasure.

Left on the sidelines, Fyr fidgeted and paced, torn between watching the highly erotic laying - how could laying an egg be so hot? It made no sense! - and helping her mother. But it seemed that her husband was far better at assisting her than Fyr ever could have been, using his shaft to deliver pleasure that far surpassed any sense of discomfort the dragoness was in. Her moans were certainly not ones of pain, although Sasha's heavy panting denoted the strain of laying the egg. Sweat glistened on her scales as the dragoness pressed back into her lover's arms, taking comfort from his firm hold as he helped her through the most trying experience of her life so far.

But there could be no fear when she was in his arms. Gasping, Sasha wriggled against him, seeming to now know whether to push back to get more of his cock into her tail hole or arch into the tentacles. There was no way for Fyr to tell just how deep into her mother's body they were going - she'd refused further X-rays and 'treatment' after they'd realised that there just wasn't any treatment suitable for her particular condition - but the reaction from her mother was only good. Lips parted breathily, Sasha lashed her tongue out lustfully along the side of her muzzle, tail half-curling up across the back of Ropes' neck as if the shivering limb was trying to draw him closer still, the touch of his fur on her scales the only thing that was keeping her going through the stress and erotic stretch.

Yet, to her blessing, a laying could not go on forever. Sasha squirmed and huffed, nostrils flaring ever so slightly, as the need to push and lay her egg grew and grew.

Fyr held her breath. Was that the swell of her mother's stomach getting smaller she could see?

"Oh, Ropes..." Sasha groaned, head rolling from shoulder to shoulder as he pushed over her, holding her hips up with gentle support. "It's coming... I can feel the egg moving!"

Her last word cumulated with a shriek that was more feral than draconian in nature and Ropes shifted back into a crouch, pulling Sasha along with him so that she was sitting back on his shaft, tail pressed up against his chest. Moaning loudly, the dragoness tried to rock her hips as her passage worked the egg down, slowly but surely, as her natural lubrication and the fluid which had cradled the egg in its warm haven within her womb eased its route some.

Yet not enough. It was still a stretch, and a much-needed one at that, and Sasha leaned back into Ropes, panting heavily, breasts rising and falling anxiously.

"It's too big," she groaned. "It'll never..."

But it did. As Ropes humped into her, nuzzling and nipping lovingly at the back of her neck, Sasha groaned and pushed, forcing the egg further and further down her passage. It would take some time for the scales and skin of her stomach to pull back into shape after the laying, but it was not like birthing a live dragon, squealing and squalling as they were forced into the world. It was not so strenuous, no matter what her body told her, and Ropes' ministrations were more than enough to keep the pain at bay, what little there was. Fyr's lips twisted. She was sure that, being a demon, Sasha would be back in fine form in a matter of hours and looking like a goddess regardless of how difficult the ordeal was. But the jealousy had no place in her mind and she took another deep breath, holding it as her mother

"Yes!"

Her mother's shriek was not from the arrival of the egg, however, but rather from the sweet bliss of climax. Rocking and grinding, she moaned out through orgasm, though kept her wings folded, quivering, against her back as Ropes pushed in closer with a low, feral-sounding growl. His tentacles drove forcibly into her, drawing out the nuances of her climax as the dragoness writhed and whimpered, entirely, for once, helpless to his whim and desire. It was a splurge of true dominance that the cougar would have done well to enjoy in the moment, Fyr thought with a shiver, legs pressed together as she hungrily drank in the sight of her mother bucking and gyrating.

Her partner had not achieved climax, however, and, as Sasha's twitching muscles pushed the egg closer and closer to laying, he snarled and sank his teeth into her shoulder. Sasha's head jerked back, eyes wide and glowing, but the moan that came from her lips was one of pleasure and most certainly not pain.

Before the drive and pound of Ropes' cock, a blue shell blossomed into existence and Sasha hissed through her teeth as the egg plopped out onto the bedspread, finally making its acquaintance with the world. Although the hatchling was still curled up within, developing in the final time before the actual hatching itself, Fyr's heart pulled to it as if drawn there by an ulterior force.

She couldn't stop herself. Scooping the egg up quickly before Sasha or Ropes could jostle it off the bed - who knew what harm that would cause! - she drew it to her chest, though not in time to avoid taking a clip to the side of her head from a tentacle. Too caught up in passion to notice, Ropes yowled into Sasha's shoulder as he finally reached climax, body shuddering from head to the tip of his tail as he hissed and rocked through orgasm. Fyr could not help but shiver in turn. She knew how his hot cum felt under her tail, though whether or not her mother, rolling through the throes of a second orgasm with her pussy drooling wantonly, was privy to quite the same erotic sensation was something she could not quite say for herself or not.

Hips juddering passionately up to Sasha's buttocks, Rope gently laid her forward onto the bed, slumping on top of her as his tentacles slithered, albeit reluctantly, from the openings that her demoness for had so very kindly designed for him. That was not to be the end of their liaison, however, as a tired but rapidly recovering dragoness squirmed about to face him, shoulder showing a glint of blood where his teeth had sunk in by the barrier of her tougher scales.

"You_beast_..." She growled, eyes alight with an inner fire. "Biting the dragoness who's having a hatchling with you!"

There was only jest in her words, however, and Ropes smirked, whiskers twitching playfully. She didn't allow him a chance to come up with a smart answer though, taking one of his tentacles into her muzzle and sucking lewdly with an extra loud moan that could have come out of a brothel added in just for good measure. Ropes growled and pushed her legs apart with his, cock still hard and questing for the sweet warmth of her wonderfully sore pussy. Her tail hole would still hold its sweet allure for another day, after all, and he wouldn't have wanted to leave her unsatisfied in any way.

At least, that was what Fyr imagined. Conversely, he took great pleasure in leaving her unsatisfied, but that was beside the point. Holding the egg between two paws, Fyr exhaled slowly, her attention barely caught by the moans and groans of her mother and husband on the bed, twisting and coiling together in carnal bliss.

She had an even bigger responsibility on her paws, more so than she ever could have imagined with becoming the submissive to a dragoness and a cougar, both of which had, long ago, stolen her heart and claimed her love right along with it. Cradling it gently, she laid it in a nest of pillows, tugging them anxiously into place on the side chair so that it would not easily slip off. Sasha moaned, Ropes pushing into her cunt as he growled, whiskers quivering and eyes alight with passion. They knew the egg was well taken care of in their mental absence, though that only served to put more still on Fyr's shoulders.

The dragoness took a deep, steadying breath. It would be alright. She'd make it so. Life was about to change yet again, but only for the better. And she was going to do everything for her husband's offspring inside the egg that she possibly could.

Even if they weren't hers to claim.