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Seducing His Father

Chapter Six

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Wow, what a great meal!"

Along with Hiss, his father and his mother, Holly tried not to look as if the weight of her stomach was dragging her back as they left the restaurant. Dressed for a meal out in her smartest yet still casual clothes, Hiss had barely taken his eyes off her the whole meal, his tail lashing back and forth under the table.

The skunk shivered. It was good to be wanted. But the lingering sensation of penetration, the absence of it, was slow to fade after she had had her fun with his very own father only a little earlier in the day. Although it didn't seem like all that long ago at all, her fur was fresh again after a shower back at home and Hiss had said goodbye to everyone at the final ceremony of their schooling years that he had wanted to, the end of the year upon them and the rest of their adult lives stretching out before them. It was a strange precipice to be standing on but one that she could only lean hungrily into, tipping and rocking back and forth on her toes as if she was physically and not only mentally (maybe emotionally too) there.

Yet it was not only her boyfriend's eyes on her that the skunk knew were there, sometimes a little surprised that Ropes' wife didn't notice that his attention drifted so much. It was rarely at all where it was supposed to be and Holly was one of many causes of that, namely with her paw resting on his thigh under the table at dinner. Her lips quirked into a smile in the back of the car, street lights flashing over her muzzle as she laid her head on Hiss' shoulder. How Ropes had remained calm and in control when she'd had her paw squeezing his cock for most of the night really was beyond her.

She'd never felt him so hard before...

"So, you two are heading out?"

Holly jerked to attention, slipping from her daydreams with a deal more difficult than she dipped into them. It was a good thing that Hiss was already answering for her, for the night was still young even if the twilight hours seemed to close in earlier than they would have liked with a deal of cloud cover to block out both the sunset and the stars.

"Yes, down by the sports fields - there's a party on."

Well, that was to be expected for the grand farewell, though there was a part of Holly that could not help but feel disappointed that she was not going to be able to spend even more time with Ropes that evening. They'd surely go back to Hiss' house after they'd had their fil of revelry, certainly, but those were precious hours to be had when she could have been enjoying one of her holes being filled, orgasm washing through her in wave after wave.

Even the thought of it set her fur tingling, goose pimples prickling to life even though she was not cold in the slightest. The two cougars were as different as they were alike and yet the feel of each of them inside her was so unique that she could barely believe, sometimes, that they were father and son. Where one had experience at his paws, the other had love and kindness, though there was still a coarse roughness to Hiss that excited her. He cared about her but he also wasn't afraid to give her what she wanted as she explored her sexuality, learning more and more about her own body as she fucked both him and his father.

But the party beckoned and, along with it, the idea of leaving everything behind, if only for a little while. There was a sense of escapism yet to be had in cavorting around the blazing bonfire that had been set, a keg brought out and plastic, red and white party cups filled with slopping over booze. The lines of trees at the edge of the sports field offered them some privacy but there were quieter areas still for lovers to dip off into, around the back of the bike shed and the pool building on the other side, the sports complex quiet at night bar for their revelry.

There were some of her friends there but they didn't seem to be as connected as they used to be, something that Holly supposed was something that happened as one grew up. She had years left to grow (the rest of her life, she hoped) and it simply felt right to be there, as she was, laughing in Hiss' arms as they danced, the giant speakers pulsing a beat all over the field. There was nowhere to escape from it, not even as he swung her around behind the trees, clad in the seclusion of other couples getting up to exactly the same things.

The taste of cheap beer lingered in the back of her mouth but the skunk was far from drunk as Hiss let his two tentacles out from under his shirt, wrapping them around her. He was not as dextrous as his father - she could not help but compare the two of them - but he could still wriggle them under her own slinky top, curling them around her breasts and kneading them very softly. It was harder for Hiss to get under her bra straps but that didn't stop the adventurous young cougar from trying, a low yowl breaking from his lips.

"Shush," she breathed, though every nerve-ending in her body was alight with desire. "You've got to be quiet..."

Yet being quiet was not in the nature of a cougar who was yet to learn the pleasures of keeping his lust a little more under wraps, hissing and tucking his chin down against her shoulder as his ears slipped back. Pressing her paw up against the hardness of his cock through his jeans, Holly could not resist a moan herself, the lure of doing it right there, practically out in the open, more alluring than she cared to admit.

Just like that, she was taken back in her mind to the night in the cornfield, the golden maize waving back and forth over their heads as they shared food and drink as if they were on a date. She still remembered how his cock had felt pushing into her that night and how good it had been to grind onto his tentacles too, everything coming to a delicious high that had had her walking funny, most certainly, the next day.

But it was behind the sports field with her boyfriend that she was and not with the older, more experienced cougar that she had caught, and not for her own. As Hiss' moans grew and heads turned, whispers abounding, the privacy was not so great that she could go all the way with eyes, very obviously, locked on her.

"Not here," she growled, kissing him, though it was hard to disengage his lips and teeth from her neck and the line of her jaw. "Come on... Unff... Hiss, we've got to go home."

Of course, going home meant more privacy for the two of them, even if walking was on the agenda considering the fact that Hiss had had too many drinks to be safe to drive and Holly didn't have a car there with her that she could drive. Having recently passed her driving course, she was understandably itching to be behind the wheel at any time, though her little car was getting more and clankier and she wasn't sure how much longer it would last. Having paid for it herself, the stirrings of unease in the pit of her stomach were not something that she wanted for such a night, giving herself over to the intoxication of celebration alone as they stumbled home, arm in arm.

They practically toppled through the doors back into Hiss' home, Ropes sitting on the sofa with his tentacles freed and his shirt off in the comfortable warmth of the summer evening. Whereas it was not baking hot, it was still a comfortable level of temperature that rendered a lower level of clothing necessary. That, however, was something that Holly was very much interested in, a blush colouring her cheeks and creeping down her neck as she tried her best to guide Hiss to the bedroom.

"Uh... 'Night, guys."

Not her most eloquent but maybe the touch of alcohol had rendered the edges of her consciousness just a little fuzzier than she had expected, though there was nothing bad that could happen there as a result of it. Hiss was much further gone that her, growling and complaining even as he stumbled over his own hind paws, Fyr poking her head out of the kitchen where she had been indulging in a little private time (alcohol-infused chocolate had, very recently, become something of a passion of hers) on a late night.

The dragoness' lips twitched and Holly stiffened for a moment. That it was obvious what was going on there - a boyfriend and a girlfriend going to their room, one in a deeper state of intoxication than the other - was by the by but the fact of the matter was that Holly's parents, well... Although they weren't around much, busy with work and trying to make ends meet, they seemed to know when she did something that she "shouldn't" have been doing under their noses, despite the fact that she was obviously of age, her school done. They wouldn't have allowed it and she thought, for a heartbeat of a moment, that she would have been better off fucking Ropes off out in his car again rather than trying to sneak to her boyfriend's bedroom right under the nose of his mother.

Yet there were only two words that slipped from her lips, a wry smile teasing forth as if there was something more there that Fyr wanted to say but held back for the sake of the skunk and all that she had left to enjoy. Sometimes, reality was not needed.

"Be safe."

Holly blinked and nodded sheepishly, more tongue-tied than she had been in several years. Yes, it must have been the alcohol, she decided, even though she hadn't had all that much. Maybe she'd not indulge in that again, or something nicer than beer, at least. That hadn't done much for her taste buds.

Chuckling to herself, Fyr shook her head, standing absent-mindedly at the kitchen counter with a spoon dangling from her paw.

"Ah... Kids these days."

That they were not kids anymore was beside the point, Fyr turning back to her chocolatier endeavours with a smile on her muzzle, remembering younger days when she had been just as carefree.

Wild? Well, maybe just a little of that too...

Upstairs, Holly was better able to wrangle Hiss into his bedroom and onto his bed when he wanted the same thing as her, though his balance still seemed off. That didn't stop the cougar from grasping at her, running his paws all over her body as if he was trying to memorise every curve of her. Her shirt hit the floor as if it no longer could bear to touch her body and Hiss snarled as her breasts were exposed, lustfully burying his muzzle between them as the skunk jumped at the cold touch of his nose.

"Ooof... Hiss, quiet..."

Yet being quiet did not seem to be something that Hiss could manage to do anymore, growling lowly under his breath as he moved over her, lightly and playfully pinning her to the bed. She could have easily have flipped him off her if that had felt like the right thing to do in the moment, yet the delicious shiver of heat that tickled down the full length of her spine, even into her tail, kept her right where she was. It felt too good to be there with him, delving deeper into what it was to be under a male, to feel his power shifting over her.

He was not as strong as Ropes, however, and needed her help to wriggle her hips out of her tight jeans, the slinkier fabric hugging her buttocks and showing off the shape of them. Hiss mumbled something about them looking better on the floor, however, that Holly could not help but laugh at, rolling her head back onto the pillows as she raised her hips for him. The jeans caught on her ankles and he wrestled them off with a low, lustful growl, her shoes, thankfully, left by the front door so those, at least, would not pose any additional barriers to the two of them.

He was sweet.

The thought struck her all of a sudden as her cougar boyfriend kissed and nuzzled her chest, the curve of her breasts rising from the bra as if they were actively trying to put themselves on show for him. Without thinking, she arched her back a little more for him, rolling her hips out at the same time, his lips finding every sensitive spot that she did not know she had. There was no rush in the act between them but there was love, which only made the thing that she had going on with his father all the more confusing at the same time.

Best not to think about that. It was fun, she thought, all just some fun. And hadn't everyone deserved and earned some fun by that time?

It was harmless and she still didn't want to think about it at the same time. His lips tickling her neck felt too good, fingers fumbling around to her back even as it pressed down into the bed sheets. It was easier to think of those, to slip back into the sweet warmth of his lust and love, to simmer and sit there for a while where everything was good and soft. It was Hiss that made things good, she knew that, but she could make things good for herself too.

Her bra slipped off but she hungered for something more, easily taking charge, hushing him and swapping places as her boyfriend sat on the edge of the bed, a little steadier than he had been before as his hard-on raged. It was as if he didn't get off every day, practically, either with her or with thoughts of her, but Holly was more than happy to satisfy and explore every last need he had to give too, giving as much of herself to him as he delivered unto her. There was a delight and a passion between them that one could not have possibly have put words too, her giggles rising breathily as the street light not too far from his window cast a glow into the bedroom. The light slanted across her muzzle, though she was still mostly concealed from view, the shroud of darkness an illicit delight as she pushed his undergarments down along with his jeans and took his prick into her mouth.

The light musk of the day was easily and gently washed away by her tongue as she lapped and swirled it around and around the tip, the uncut length pushing up and over her tongue. It was all well and good for Hiss to not know what to do with himself in the heat of the moment but the thrust of his cock into the back of her mouth too quickly had her gagging, hacking lightly, coughing and twisting, though she quickly recovered. It didn't matter just how much her eyes watered when there was something there that she wanted so very much, need coursing through, simmering up in such a way that it could not possibly be denied.

Right there, in that moment... That was all that she needed. The skunk moaned around his length, comfortable in the knowledge that her cries would be muffled, even though it seemed like no one was going to intrude on their time together. They were lucky, very lucky, that Hiss' parents trusted Hiss (and, well, her too) to be safe, though it could have been a great deal more difficult than that for the two of them. Holly trembled, her paws on his thighs, although she could not find it in herself to do more than brace against him, the low groan building and rising in the back of her throat, craving more.

It had to come, the drops of pre-cum slick and trickling forth from the tip. Yet they were gone and lapped up, devoured by the hunger of the skunkess, in but a heartbeat of a moment. She wouldn't let such a sweetly thick and musky treat go to waste, oh no, relishing in the moment as she pushed on.

"Oh... Fuck, Holly..."

Hiss groaned breathily, head swimming. When had she gotten so good at giving head? He didn't consider that his sense of perception was askew from not quite being centred in reality with alcohol tickling his mind but his skunk...wow. There were no words for it, only a heady rock of his hips as he could not help but thrust into her muzzle, letting the soft fleshiness of her tongue press up against him as if she already knew exactly what he wanted and more. She didn't stop either for breath, bobbing her head as if to mimic the thrusts that he wanted to give into her pussy, her hips rocking all the same. Maybe that was something that could have slipped by his notice if not for the slash of lighter fur on her tail, bobbing and waving, catching his attention.

His head pounded in the best of ways, fingers twisting into her dark hair, drawing her lips down gently on his cock over and over again. It was only a tentative modicum of control but it was one that the cougar hungrily and lustfully leaned into, all the same, a yowl building in the back of his throat. Hiss knew that Holly would have shushed him if her lips had been free to make any sort of cry but that was not for him to worry about, not then, not knowing that all was well and good in the world.

She shivered as his tentacles finally realised that they did not have to be idle, long enough to snake down the length of her back and into her underwear. She'd worn a plain black pair of panties that day, comfortable and yet still with an element of sexy at the same time: one could not help what went with a certain outfit, after all. Yet those proved to be no such barrier to the tickling tease of his tentacles slipping into them, brushing up against her pussy and the soft folds there, teasing her with the promise of more.

Holly tensed, grunting around his length even as it throbbed delectably.

Come on...

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She wanted it, wanted it all, yet she was so hungry for it that even her lust-addled mind could not have put words to it. Both, both at the same time: she wanted everything, her holes filled and her mouth taken, claiming all that she wanted too in the heat of the moment. Holly did not need Hiss to guide her head back and forth on his cock for she could do that well enough for herself, suckling so hard on his length that her cheeks hollowed. With her fleshy tongue pressed up to the smooth underside of his uncut length, she had him right where she wanted him, flushed with exultation, need rising, one of his tentacles finally exploring her pussy.

It was at that very moment that the cougar tensed, clapping a paw over his mouth in a moment of sense, orgasm rushing upon him. She was good, too good, and he couldn't help himself from taking his orgasm right then and there, even though it was too soon. He'd wanted to hold off a while longer, to enjoy the moment and every second of time that he got to spend with his girlfriend, but his body had other things to say in that matter, clearly.

It rolled forth in a series of spurts, sending his cream down her gulping through. Her tongue graced the spill of his seed and yet he was barely with himself in the moment that he wanted to take in every last little sensation possible, snarling into his paw. His black lips curled back from his teeth as he tried to release his lust and yet even he knew that that would have been a step too far to do in the family home. He was lucky, very lucky, looking down through hazy eyes where his girlfriend's head bobbed, her lips almost all the way down to the base of his cock. The only reason that she had not seemed to take him all was so that she could keep bobbing her muzzle, her soft nose twitching as her throat worked audibly.

Hiss shuddered. Those gulps... There was something about them, something that made his toes curl in the most delicious of ways, hips rocking and rising, wanting to thrust all over again, even then. Yet his orgasm was tapering off and slipping through his fingers like water that was life-giving and so very fickle at the same time. His girlfriend pulled back from his cock, licking her lips in the dim light that his eyes had at least somewhat adjusted to, eyes burning with an intent that almost scared him.

Almost... But not quite.

He laid back on the bed under her direction, weak in the moment of the afterglow, legs aching, trembling wonderfully. A little rest, yes, that would help, though it did not appear that the skunk had any intention whatsoever of allowing him to rest - not when it was time to turn the tables on him at the end of it all.

Was there anyone listening? She shivered, imagining Ropes on the other side of the door, watching her through a crack or maybe just hearing all that was going on in there. It was a good thought and a bad one at the same time.

"Come on, big boy," she practically purred, licking a stray, dangling bead of cum from her lips. "I think you can play fair with me tonight... And this will keep you a little quieter too..."

What she meant by that was swiftly revealed as she sat astride his head, her pleasantly thick thighs heralding the curvaceous nature of her body. Her pussy was right there and what she wanted obvious even as his tongue darted out to brush the lips of her pussy, a tender tickle and light touch that had her head rolling back instantly, wanting more even then.

"Yesss..."

Her hiss came forth with a lighter edge than his but she enjoyed it just the same, his paws resting on her legs, fingers digging ever so lightly into the flesh of her thighs. Holly's skin prickled, the need to be quiet rampant in her mind, yet it was still oh so very tempting to throw all of that to the wind. The family seemed to already know what was going on in there anyway so why not put on a bit of a show?

Oh, but she was not quite that bold yet and pushing the limits in that way would only come with experience and a sense of self but that was quite alright. There was no rush for everyone to know everything sexually in the whole wide world. The two of them were merely there to celebrate in one of the best ways that they knew how.

Hiss' tongue dug deep, though he thought that he smelled something different on her pussy, something that trickled from her that was not her juices. Of course, that had to be his imagination at work, possibly along with a different fur-wash and conditioner. There were always some that clung to fur in a very strange fashion and he knew just how fastidious Holly was about her cleanliness. It would have been wrong to mention it to her as she dragged his tongue up inside her passage, pressing up for her G-spot to a chorus of muffled moans sent forth through clenched jaws.

"Ohhh... Mmmph..."

She twisted her head back and forth, grinding down on his muzzle with further passion. All that she could imagine, however, was Ropes' eyes on her, his hard cock clasped lazily in a single paw, uncut like that of his son's. She wanted him to watch her, to see how jaw-droppingly beautiful she was in the heat of the moment, climax eking upon her, moment by sensual moment. Her buttocks flexed and rose as her glutes tensed, but that was only so that she could grind her clit onto Hiss' flatter nose, panting heavily, her tail flicking back and forth. There was no sense of control in the tense flicks of it, as much as she pretended that she was in control of her body, yet that was not for her to worry about as Hiss yowled into her pussy.

She leaned back, a paw brushing his half-hard cock. Just like clockwork, his efforts redoubled, though he couldn't worm a paw between her legs with the angle her hips were at, pleasurably forced to use his muzzle alone to bring her off. Not that the cougar was at all concerned about eating her out, hungrily leaning in, claws biting lightly into her thighs. It was just another sensation for the skunk as she gasped and grasped his cock, pumping it slowly, knowing that her boyfriend would soon be ready for another round in the best way that she wanted.

Her orgasm exploded without her barely realising that it was already there, giving herself up to it in the greatest and most blissful form of surrender. There was no holding back from such lust as her hips rocked and ground, his tongue working is magic over her, need thrumming through. Yet it was that very need that was destined to be satisfied within her as she cried out into her paw, clapping both over her muzzle, eyes watering with tension. The strain of holding back only made her feel like everything was more intense in a moment that was well and truly out of her control, the notion of being discovered, caught in the act, as thrilling as it had ever been.

To have the door cast open, to have them be seen in the midst of lust...oh... Oh, that was too much for her, her orgasm pulsing on and on as Hiss finally managed to squeeze two fingers into her, giving her something, at least, to grind down on as his lips and tongue worked and worked her clit to ardent bliss.

There was little time for her to relax in the afterglow, however, somehow managing to scramble over onto all fours while Hiss disrobed of the last of his clothes, jeans having tangled around his ankles. Some things just weren't all that important in the heat of the moment and, even then, that was not something that could be helped. It was better for them both to get the passion out of it, Hiss turning her muzzle gently to his and kissing her deeply right there on the bed, even though the angle was more awkward for the two of them from the side.

It was still sweet moaning into each other's mouths as their tongues tangled and swept softly up against each other, tenderly exploring each other's muzzles. There was an intimacy to kissing that no other sex act seemed to bring with it and Holly leaned more hungrily than ever into the kiss, something pulling deep inside her for the cougar who had brought so much to her life that she couldn't even put words to. She wanted him, maybe more than ever before, yet it was only when the kiss broke that she groaned, hugging a pillow to her chest and curling her neck to bury her muzzle into it, shuddering.

"Ohhh..."

It was the quietest groan that she had ever before made as she rocked her hips back, Hiss lining up with her pussy. He spared a moment, the tear of a condom wrapper catching her ears, sliding the latex down over his shaft to ensure that there would be no untoward consequences of a night of passion, for which Holly was grateful. Despite his rather tipsy state still, he didn't have any trouble at all in lining up with her pussy, sinking slowly, gently inside her as if he was afraid of hurting her. That was not set to last as she ground her hips back at him, her tail flicking up as she told him with her body rather than her words just what she wanted. The cougar could not fail to read the trembling lines of need in her body and tipped over her, his torso curling forward as his dark lips trembled with the need to let out a snarl.

That was not for him though, not in that moment, not as his hips hammered his spire home. Holly rocked back to meet him but his thrusts did not come with the smooth, sensual repetition of Ropes' as yet, though that could have been down to inexperience. His father had many more years of sex on his paws than Hiss ever could have and Holly should not have compared them, even if it was true that each cougar offered her something different in their own way.

Hiss snarled softly, holding himself back as much as he could, claws pricking into her hips, though Holly did not complain. No, how could she possibly complain when everything was just as she wanted it to be? The slap of his hips on her upturned buttocks, torso tipped down as if in submission but merely to quiet herself a little, resounded through the room, almost obnoxiously loud, yet there could be no more carnal serenade to stolen lust. Holly arched her back, the thrill of doing it right there and then, the risk of being caught perhaps lower than her mind told her it was, coursing through her. Every nerve-ending in her body ached and buzzed with an electric kind of fire and she rocked her hips lightly from side to side for a touch more stimulation. Anything to get her closer to that edge of a high all over again, needing it as much as she ever had before, the pump and drive of such lust pounding through her.

Hiss swore under his breath - at least, he thought it was some kind of curse. It was hard to tell with his lust rising so rampantly, cock tender after getting off so soon but not willing to turn down a second round in the slightest with his girlfriend. Flushed with youthly stamina, he hammered in, his spine curled as if he had morphed into some sort of were-cat, though his eyes were far from the demonic pale tint that his father's had. Sometimes they changed colour but it was only him that ever noticed that, the flash of a change so light and swift that it took someone who really knew him to catch it.

There was a half-demon in him too, after all, his tentacles telling anyone that there was something different to him even if there was nothing about him otherwise that could have outed him as such. The tentacles were something that he was only just gaining true dexterity over, due to having to hide them for most of his life. Like anything else, the tentacles and their use was a muscle that needed to be trained and exercised and laziness was indeed something that trumped a lot else in Hiss' life.

Still, he had good use of them then, letting the two thin strands tickle under her stomach, lifting her chest ever so lightly and supporting her as Holly moaned. Emboldened, Hiss squirmed them between her chest and the pillow, pressing around her nipples, finding the sensitive tips of his tentacles and pressing them wantonly over her areolas. The skunk moaned all the more loudly, however muffled she may have liked to think her cries of such passion were, and ground back desperately, needing him, wanting him, electric thrills sent through them both in turn as their most erogenous zones were so softly caressed.

Her breasts may have welcomed the attention but his tentacles and attention were both quick to wander, slipping down her sides, feeling out the curve of her hips and groping her buttocks when Hiss reared back enough to allow a little space there. Swallowing an obvious yowl, the cougar dragged her hips back onto his length with every stroke, hammering in with all the power that she felt he had in his body, the slap of flesh on flesh growing all the more urgent. Her tail pressed up over his shoulder, as fluffy and thick as ever, the drive of his cock hitting all the right spots inside her, even though she knew that that, in Hiss' case, was purely accidental. It was only his father that she'd fucked that knew how to please a femfur like her completely and truly in that manner.

Yet the ecstasy crept forth with warm bliss in its offerings and she hit her high before him, his tentacle pressed up to her clit, rubbing and teasing luxuriously. He knew that much about her body, what she needed to tip over that edge, and she loved him a little more for that, though the skunk could not have said, even then, whether she was actually in love with him or not. That would take longer, time where she was older and more mature, learning what love and all its leanings were actually about.

But that did not mean that pulsing waves of orgasm could not claim her body and mind as Holly let out her loudest moan yet, barely even managing to contain it, Hiss finally joining her in bliss. Slower in his orgasm he pressed deeply into her, balls brushing her mound, and let his seed flow, slick spurts filling the condom but not her passage, drooling forth as he tucked his chin down against his shoulder. Each intimately shuddering breath rippled through the skunk as if she was feeling it for herself, although they were still separate in the moment: connected yet separate, offering them yet another hurdle of intimacy to come to in their own sweet time. As Holly had learned when it came to such delights of the body, they were better shared with someone when there was no rush.

But a quickie was nice too.

Hiss, however good his stamina had been to go two rounds with barely any break between them, could not hold out for a third, slipping to the side and dragging Holly with him, his chest pressed to her back as he spooned her. The feline purred, pressed up close to her, his arms around her tightly, a hold that surprised her and felt secure at the same time, inciting her to relax back, to let tension slip from the lines of her body too and simply enjoy the moment as it was meant to be shared.

Dreamland called, if only for a time, and Holly's eyelids grew heavier and heavier as Hiss snored faintly, quicker than her to conk out, even though that was to be expected. There, however, Holly knew that she was safe. There was no more studying, for the time being, to worry about and, finally, there was some security and a place to rest where no one would wake her.

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The problem, if it could even be called such, was when Holly woke of her own accord. There was no cum to drip from her, as it had all been contained by the condom, even though Hiss had fallen asleep with his shaft inside her. That probably wasn't recommended with a condom on, considering the light slickness around the base of his cock, but she wasn't too worried about that as she rose quietly, her throat aching for a glass of water.

Briefly, she considered putting on clothes but it was as if the fates were calling her. That or the footsteps on the other side of the door had caught her attention, what had roused her to begin with, her ears pricked and eyes alight even as a slant of moonlight cast itself through the window. It was enough for Hiss' bedroom to not be clad in pitch-blackness and allow her eyes to adjust to the dimmer light, her heart pounding as she peered out into the upstairs hallway.

There was time, a little time, for her to follow, to trust her instincts that she knew just who those paws belonged to. It could have been Fyr, Helena or Ropes but there was only one of the three that she wanted to see in the house late at night.

Hiss wouldn't wake. He was a deep sleeper at the best of times, let alone after sex.

As quietly as possible with the creaky floorboards making her path more treacherous than ever, she crept down the hallway, taking the steps two at a time, shifting her weight from each one with incredible care. Yet it seemed that luck was with her as she turned into the living room to find the only one that she wanted to see sitting before the TV with a gaming controller in his hands.

The demon cougar turned his pale gaze on her, lips already quirked in a smirk that was trademark of him by that time.

"I knew you'd be wakeful."

Holly didn't say anything. She didn't need to. All she needed to do was to step into the older cougar's arms, the familiar tease of need rising within her. Even without the glow of the TV screen, left on a loading screen, the moonlight was bright enough that light for her to tread soundly and safely across the living room rug, sure of her footing. Yet she did not close the living room door behind her, which opened out into the hallway, though holly would never have been quite sure whether she simply forgot or whether that one had been intentional.

Maybe she liked it. Maybe it was intentional. Who was to say?

Ropes leaned back as she slung her leg over him, sitting astride his lap, though he was only clad in a pair of boxers, loose and comfortable enough to hang around the house in without sending his daughter, if she had come down for a late-night snack or drink or something, running for the hills. There were still some levels of decency to be followed, after all, for a demon in the mortal world, even if he did not agree with them himself, everyone in the house an adult and capable of making their own decisions. His decision was made, however, in the sexy cougar in his lap, tentacles writhing up and over her shoulders, playfully tugging her arms behind her back and "trapping" her wrists there.

Holly shivered. Sometimes it felt like she'd never truly had the cougar wrapped around her finger at all. Sometimes it felt like it was the other way around. She didn't know yet whether she minded that or not but the touch of his tentacles on her fur sent her stomach writhing and twisting into knots like nothing else. Not even Hiss could do that for her.

"What are you going to do now that I've got you like this?" Ropes breathed, his pale eyes flashing faintly, though she wondered if she did catch it even then. "You can't get away..."

That, of course, was a bare-faced lie but one that the skunk met with a challenging smirk, the cocky edge back in her gaze as she luxuriously put an arch into her back, grinding down on his lap. That she was naked only made the seduction of the act all the better for him as the cougar growled deep in the back of his throat.

"Oh, I think you know that that's not how it's going to go..."

Holly was no fool and the mere shift of her hips pressed her pussy over his shaft, which rapidly thickened. It was a luxurious sensation for even her to lean into, experiencing so much for the first time even if she felt like she had experienced so much in the last few months with Ropes and, of course, Hiss too. The cougar only needed two tentacles to playfully restrain her wrists in a grip that she could have easily wriggled out of and yet stayed in to see what happened. Where curiosity killed the cat, it also boded ill for the skunk in the most erotic of ways.

She moaned faintly, half holding her breath, as his tentacle brushed her pussy, lifting her hips. That was hardly a touch that she was going to contest as need bubbled up within her, demanding precedence. It was as if she hadn't even gotten off only a few hours ago with Hiss, though it had to be near dawn already. She hadn't bothered checking the time before slipping downstairs in search of Ropes and it hardly mattered to her anyway. Those were worries for more sensible times and not the dead of the night with the glow of the TV to light their soft way of exploration.

Growling softly and licking his lips, the cougar lifted his hips, freeing his erection. His tentacles were good enough to slip his boxers down and ease them off his hind paws without getting in either of their ways, though the main matter of the night was his hard shaft springing free. Holly slipped her paws out of his tentacles, sitting on his thighs, clasping that length between her paws even though there was only one place that it could go.

"Do you have condoms?" She murmured, pumping his shaft languidly even as the cougar thrust. "I only have them in Hiss' room..."

It should have been stranger than it was to admit that she was fucking his son but something like that should have been common knowledge anyway. What made her heart sink, however, was the cougar shaking her head and Holly groaned, flustered, not quite knowing what to do even as the cougar laid back on the couch, pulling her along with him.

It was her legs, however, that shifted astride his head, her lips down near his cock: as clear a direction as any horny femfur could have hoped for. Pushing thoughts of penetration from her mind, his tentacles whispering around her rump, she took his cock into her mouth, gulping him into the back of her throat and lustfully bobbing her head, a motion that was more than familiar to her. It was a smooth glide as she left the press of his uncut length on her tongue guide her, the cougar's grunting groans rising as his tongue lashed her pussy, passion rising in tantamount to her rushed lust.

There could have been no holding back between them but that was something that they would only come to find later. There was no rush even at a moment where they could have been caught at any time and Holly moaned around his cock, trusting his length to muffle her cries. It would be up to the cougar, after all, to keep watch, she was sure, letting him take charge in that respect. He was older than her, after all, and if there was either one of them that she trusted to have more sensitive ears, it was Ropes most certainly in that regard.

Still, it was hard for the cougar to think about anything other than how fucking good her lips felt on his cock, feeding on her lust through the act of sex as ravenously as any demon of his ilk ever would. It was in his nature, after all, to take his sustenance from such acts, even though it was a sweeter time entirely with Holly. He wanted to make her feel good too and not because that meant and even greater feeding for him, slurping down every last one of her tentatively muffled moans, though they were not as quiet as they thought.

The glow of the TV illuminated the curve of her buttocks as he ate her out, tongue delving deep and sweeping around her clit, knowing just what he had to do to please her. It only served to work her up all the more, moaning and murmuring around his cock as if she had something to say, but that would have to be enunciated using her words if there was something else that the sexy little skunk had in mind. He was there to deliver, a demon of lust and an angel of love, even if the second was only a joke to be had amongst demons.

Love was to be had but it most certainly was not something that had ever come from any kind of angel...

The cougar grunted, his tentacles penetrating her - one slipping into her pussy and the other toying with her anal pucker. But even though that pleasure had been taken by the two of them before, there was something that just didn't feel quite right. No, it was a gentler sort of night, a passion hanging about Holly after her time with Hiss that he could not bring himself to disturb, even though everything that Ropes did merely added to it. Some things were not worth breaking the spell of.

She was not privy to any of that, not even as the cougar slurped deeply into her pussy, taking charge while she was brought tenderly along for the ride. The skunk moaned around his cock, taking him balls-deep, shuddering with delight that she was able to perform such a feat, even though it was something, indeed, that she had managed a couple of times before. Her muzzle was not as long as that of other furs, sometimes, and the flush of pleasure made it all worth it, sleepy lust trembling through.

She needed him though, wanted that coke more than ever, his shaft aching and throbbing within her mouth but not yet giving her a dose of cum.

"I can still give you what you need..."

Ropes' breath tickled her pussy as she moaned. It was too much for her to draw back off his cock though, worked up to the point that her mind was hazy, drifting and simmering back and forth, too wrapped up in seductive passion to care. What did he mean? Oh, it had to be something, something, his cock so deliciously throbbing, her tongue scooping up every little drop of pre-cum that he spilt forth all for her attention. She had to have it, had to have it all - but just what did that mean for their play with a very distinct lack of condom to part skin from skin?

Something fluttered within her and she lifted her head, breathing shortly and heavily, not able to get enough breath into her lungs to ease the tension there. Still, she managed to flick her tail up a little higher to show him the flushed folds of her pussy, laying herself bare to the cougar in the most vulnerable of ways even though her actions would change her life forever.

"I want you..."

The whispered confirmation was all that the demon needed, his heart hammering for a dose of pleasure like nothing that he had felt for a long time. Oh, bareback penetration was something special but he had left such a trail of pregnant femfurs in his path in his younger days that he had duly had to employ a little more caution as he aged and matured (yes, possible for a demon too). But he sat up and pulled her back into her lap, the skunk's eyes alight, sitting facing him with her damp pussy pressed to his aching length and the taste of her lingering in his mouth.

There was no need for words as their lips met and he shared the taste of her with her own mouth, tongues stroking against one another, sweeping all thoughts of Hiss from her mind. Of course, there could not be any nuance of thought of anyone else in Holly's mind as Ropes' bareback cock slipped into her, eased there by the flow of her juices, so hot and wet and slick that her body simply could not say no to him. Neither did the skunk want to say "no" for the only word on her lips was "yes", sent forth in the breathiest of moans, feeling the heat of him inside her well and truly for the very first time.

Slow and sensual, even more so than her session with Hiss. It was obvious what the difference between father and son was in that moment as experience layered every one of Ropes' strokes, teasing up into her as he growled, very softly, in the back of his throat. Everything in that moment seemed to be perfectly designed for her pleasure, the lust of it all a drug more intoxicating than anything else in the world that she could have imagined, caught up in a high that she wanted again and again.

It was all for them, only the two of them, moans shared between sweet lips and silencing their lust the best that they could. The time was for them and them alone with no one in the softly slumbering household to disturb them, hips rocking lightly together. His cock stayed as deeply up inside her as it was possible for it to be, need pumping through, the trickle of even his pre-cum heralding a deeper bareback filling from him.

Holly caught her breath. She could have said no and stopped everything but every fibre of her being screamed for her to continue, to let the heat of his uncut shaft fill her while his seed bubbled deeper within. His balls were swollen, surely, and the poor cat had to unload them, her body the perfect vessel for her to give herself completely and utterly to him in the most intimate fashion that her lust-soaked mind could have ever thought up. She ground down on him a little harder, earning herself a half-strangled yowl from his lips, though she shushed him by deepening the kiss, rolling her hips more urgently.

Yes... She needed him more than she let on but that was simply not something that any being could possibly hope to hide from a demon, Ropes' heart leaping and turning over with lust for the skunk. It didn't matter to him that she was his son's girlfriend, only that they both got what they wanted out of their time together, their liaison stolen moments in the dead of the night. Having been idle for too long, the TV screen flickered off, leaving them clad only in the gleam of moonlight, though that was more than enough to see by even without the artificial glow.

He kissed her deeply, breaking the kiss only for a pant, a rasp of breath that was sorely needed. Oh, the temptation to thrust and grind and bend her over the arm of the sofa to breed her like he never had before. The touch of skin on skin made him want to be more feral than before, to let his lips pull back from his teeth in the most ragged and raw of snarls. Yet he could not break the tender spell of the moment, moaning as she buried her lips down against his throat, nibbling and nipping and kissing softly in such a way that made his head spin.

He was a demon...and even he was caught under the skunk's spell too. Maybe that was why he was so reckless, knowing that there was a risk in every trickle of pre-cum, closer and closer to orgasm with every rolling rock of her hips. It was inevitable and yet the fantasy brought back to reality of it was what made it all the more erotic for him, recalling earlier times where he had full-heartedly given in to his demonic side and bred as freely as he'd liked across the country. Every femfur had been provided for, of course, but it had been hiding them from Fyr once they'd gotten together, wanting something more of a relationship while he chose to live in the mortal world and not amongst his demon-kind.

Holly... Well, she was different. At least, that was what he told himself as she kissed his neck, the rolling hiss that coursed forth from his lips sensual and soft. He couldn't think, could barely breathe, hardly in control of his tentacles too as they swept down the lines of her body, guiding her rump, inciting her to rock more urgently too. He needed her, craved her, drinking down her lust as she moaned lightly into his neck.

"Oh... Ropes..."

Her name on his lips was one of the sweetest things that he had ever heard but there was no holding back the flush of orgasm, balls aching, the twisting need deep in his gut demanding precedence even then. It was coming whether the skunk was ready for it or not, the consequences of their actions laid out before them in a way that was perfectly inevitable and yet all as they were absolutely meant to be too.

She moaned, clinging to him tightly as if she thought that the cougar may try to get away from her, his rasping breath heralding the tight encroach of his orgasm even in that moment. It was not slow in coming with the tight heat of her pussy wrapped around him without a condom in the way, even though she had not yet gotten off. Her ecstasy was tied to him, their eyes locked even as Ropes twisted his head, swallowing yet another yowl and, finally, spending himself inside her.

Gripping her hips as if to force her down, the cougar thrust and pushed, need thrumming through, though she was not going anywhere as his tentacles wrapped themselves around her hips and waist, clinging to her, spurt after spurt of cum filling her pussy. For the first time, she was treated to the slick lewdness of her juices mingling with that of a partner, his orgasm truly spent inside her, pump after pump ensuring that there was only one outcome to their liaison.

She could take the pill, she thought to herself, though even that thought was hazy. It was not one that she wanted to linger on, however, the nuance of her belly swelling with his young more alluring than the notion of stopping it.

Her orgasm did not come that time as he laid her back on the thick rug before the TV and the fireplace, her hips wrapped around his waist as he transferred her so that she did not have to bear the slip of his cock out of her sex. Still face to face, the cougar helped her bend her legs back, allowing him to grind in even deeper as her knees pushed up towards her shoulders. His tentacles took charge, two very gently using the drool of their juices to slip into her backdoor entrance, so easily that she barely even realised what was happening until tight ecstasy burst upon her. The other two rubbed around her pussy, where their bodies joined, finding soft spots, sweet spots, rubbing her clit, making her buck and attempt to grind up even as she was pleasurably pinned here.

Orgasm rushed upon her, the cougar's dick not softening as he bred her a second time, almost as if he wanted to seal the deal between them. There was no slowing of his thrusts even as he curled over her, her legs spread enough that he could get to her breasts too, filling both of her holes at once as his tentacles worked her over, bringing another rise to her pleasure. His lips teased her nipples, more tactile and sweet than his tentacles, teeth catching for a sharper jolt that lay somewhere on the line between pleasure and pain.

Holly moaned, head swimming. She could say the cub belonged to Hiss. That would be plausible, she was sure of it.

But she didn't have to think as he fucked her, the two of them so caught up in the lust of breeding that the mere nuance and notion of turning back would have been beyond them. They should have been stronger than the needs of their bodies but all was as it was meant to be, settled in the notion that they were in for the long haul. Holly's heart pounded for the cougar in a new and wonderful way but not even she could have put a name to what she was experiencing, for her experience was still yet to come in time.

Still... She could no longer claim to be innocent and didn't want to be either.

Her tail hole squeezed deliciously around his tentacles, giving her another pulse of pleasure, though it was difficult to distinguish what was simply pleasure and what was ecstasy. The lines of orgasm blurred as he rolled his hips and thrust deeply, his cock powering into her to the deepest extent possible with each stroke, not wasting an inch of his cock. The cougar's balls only briefly brushed her pussy, hanging against his tentacles, when he thrust deeply but that was hardly something in the forefront of her mind as she clung to his forearms, head twisting back and forth as he claimed her lips in a kiss, sealing away her cries.

All she needed was him, knowing that the cougar was there to deliver something special to her, something that she might have wanted to consider before doing the deed with him. It was too late for any kind of remorse, however, or going back as he panted harshly into her mouth, the edge of romanticism in the glow of the moonlight broken as he gave several short, sharp thrusts. The cougar aptly sent himself over the edge for a second time, her pussy more lewdly wet and sloppier than ever as he messily added to the cocktail of her juices. His seed worked its way deeper and deeper, the tilt of her hips helping a little, although she would have had to raise them properly to make it more likely that she could conceive.

The two of them holding back their cries of passion in the heat of orgasm, the cougar smiled faintly, teeth showing in an open-mouthed grin that could not be locked up. There was nothing that could take them back from that point of no return, already imagining the swell of her stomach, how it would round out so thick and full with the fruit of his loins. It was something that would tie them together forever, if his seed took - but wasn't part of the fun of it all waiting to see whether fate was on their side or against them?

Holly murmured, her nose softly against his throat until he pulled back, having emptied his balls into her for a second time. There was clean-up to be done, at least enough to not let on to anyone else what had taken place there, and she slipped into Hiss' bedroom with Ropes' seed still drooling from her pussy, not quite able to bring herself to clean herself out.

Maybe she knew what she was doing. Maybe her lust for him was too great. Maybe she didn't care at all anymore.

Holly crept into bed with her boyfriend with a smile on her lips and his father's cum trickling from her.

Only time would tell where one romp in the moonlight would lead her and Ropes.