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Broken Secrets

Chapter Four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Car and Sasha shouldn't have spent as much time together as they did, but, well, she was his girlfriend's mother! He had to be on good terms with her!

"Oh - Sasha!"

He was on a first-name basis with her, Sasha telling him, very firmly, that she was no longer a "Mrs" anything in that way, though she let him rush out of the house and help her with the groceries. She had too many carrier bags, as usual, though it was Fyr who had encouraged her to switch to reusable ones, though it was a bigger mental change for her than it might have been for someone younger who had started off with the environment in mind. Not that it was Sasha's fault, of course, but the number of paper bags too and more recyclable material that her goods were packaged in did not much help the number of bags that she had at all.

"Thank you, Carenath," she said with a warm smile, as genuine as always. "Kao _never_helps me with the bags."

It was a tease and one that game good-naturedly, for she did not mind Kao being as busy as he had been, especially with sports and, when she could get him to focus, school too. Even Fyr had been busy, busy, busy over the years, focusing so much on her studies that, at times, Sasha even wondered if she had a daughter at all. She knew she was there, so warm and powerful and vibrant, but the absence of her was felt in the house when her work and studies took her away.

Sasha's heart pulled, something leaping and fluttering in her chest as her fingers brushed the drake's. Yet all she could think about as the fact that she didn't want to lose her daughter, to see her go, though Fyr would have to properly move out sooner or later. Sasha was more than happy to have her around for as long as Fyr wanted to stay, of course, although she tried to give her as much space as possible so that she did not feel crowded. If she treated her daughter like the adult she was, she could hopefully have her around and near for a little longer, which she would like. Ultimately, however, it was Fyr's choice.

She could have noticed how close Car was to her, though her feeling towards her daughter overruled that, even if she did not quite realise it. His fingers were light on hers, however, strong on gripping the bags, bringing together something different, something new, the thought that, perhaps, things did not have to change so much for her to still have the life that she wanted with her little family.

Carenath, of course, was privy to none of what was going on in her head, merely thinking that he was there being helpful and helping out, which was all he'd intended to do. And yet there was something about Sasha that had him jerking into motion like a puppet tugged by the strings of the puppeteer, his limbs moving rapidly in short, sharp jerky motions, though he acted entirely of his own accord. There was a want there to be closer, to do more, to be with her, even if Carenath did not quite acknowledge it yet for himself.

But that was okay. There was no rush when dragons were sorting out their feelings. That was what his mother had told him anyway and he wanted to be the best boyfriend he could for Fyr, showing Sasha, in his own way, that he was worth it.

For Fyr, yes.

He carried the bags quickly into the kitchen, though did not quite know where everything went, Fyr poking her head around the door from the living room.

"Oh, I wondered where you'd gone! Let me help you with those!"

"It's almost like we have our own little house together, you helping me put the groceries away," Car teased her, jabbing her hip with the pointed tip of his tail. "I'll get everything off the high shelves for you, cuddle you when you're making dinner..."

"Hey, we're like the same height pretty much, Car!"

Though it was all in good fun, Fyr laughing, her heart light. It was good to have her boyfriend near so much and Sasha certainly seemed to like him more and more too, which was a relief to Fyr. She'd worried that there would be more friction there after Kao had been a little concerned about her wellbeing with another boyfriend, though she did have to admit that the rather rockier relationship that had turned her off dating for a good while had been a good few years ago.

Sometimes, she had to remind herself to be happy, that there was nothing else she could do in the moment and that worries got her nowhere. Even though her mind was apt to go off on tangents and off on branches of thinking that were neither beneficial to her nor what she wanted to be considering at any given time.

It was hard to let things go, but being near Car made her feel like a new dragoness, as if the past had not happened, something that she could finally release from her mind. She would always have him to thank for that, regardless of what happened between them, the nature of their relationship. Fyr still didn't yet know what would come of them and what they wanted to do after the summer ended.

The day wore on, though Car's eyes, again and again, wandered to Sasha. He didn't know why but he could not have been said to fight it all that much either, not as things changed, shifting, pulling him closer to her. It was no longer quite Fyr that he wanted to be closest to, but chose the seat that put him between his girlfriend and her mother instead, which was a strange look for any boyfriend.

"Carenath, you're so sweet."

At movie night, laying her head on his shoulder, Fyr cuddled in close to him, right where she wanted to be, even though she didn't know that Carenath's scales were prickling and itching with electric tingles on the other side. Because Sasha was there and it was the longest that he'd managed to be close to her for an extended time while the long, long movie was playing. Afterwards, Carenath would not remember what it had even been about, but he'd still nodded and smiled while Fyr talked about it. It was one that she was very into and he didn't want to appear rude at all or as if he had not enjoyed it.

Sasha, however... The draw of her was like an electric charge, a shock that he wanted to feel, as if he had touched an electric fence too close to the energiser and received a jolt. Once that sensation had been felt, there was no going back, no changing what had come to pass, not when he wanted to see more, to know more.

He tried to tell himself that it was because he was trying to impress Fyr that he helped her out so much around the house, even taking on a couple of cleaning jobs. "Oh, I'm here all the time" - at least, that was what Car had said. It was true, of course, but he didn't usually like any kind of cleaning, jumping to great lengths just to make things ever so slightly easier for Sasha. It made things easier for Fyr and Kao too by proxy and that confused him even more.

Maybe it was better to not think and to not worry about things like that, like Fyr had told him - though he hadn't told her about what was going on in his head, the twisted confusion he felt. Maybe if he just went with the flow of things, everything would become clear, all in good time.

Maybe. But he wasn't so sure about that.

The one thing that did soften and ease between them was having sex in Fyr's bedroom when they did not have the house to themselves. Fyr was still shy about it, blushing and squirming, but the risk of being caught or heard was still one that she couldn't help but be willing to take, even though there was a big part of her that didn't understand why she was willing to push the limits with him. In some ways, she still felt like a younger dragoness in her mother's house, even though she had been an adult for a few years at that point. She was still growing and changing in her mind and was glad to have a safe, steady home in which to do that in. Some others in the world, even around and near her, were not as lucky as her.

"Yes, Car... Oh, that feels so good..."

In the quiet of the night, somewhere after one in the morning (the movie really had been a long one and Fyr had wanted a small glass of wine afterwards), the dragons came together. The house was so still that they barely dared breathe as he nuzzled between her legs, his tongue sensually dipping into her pussy, scooping out her sweetness. Yet everything that the dragoness' body produced with the intention of lubricating her passage in arousal for the length of his throbbing maleness was in vain as he slurped up into her, the wet sounds of sex too loud in the quiet of the bedroom.

She tried to shush him, but she couldn't know just how much sounds carried in that room, Kao on one side of her bedroom and Sasha on the other. She wondered if it would be easier for her to move to another room entirely or even ask Sasha if she could move into the loft, though she didn't know still what she was going to do with her life, whether she wanted to stay where she was for a little longer. She didn't want to be a burden, whether that meant hanging around her mother for too long into her twenties or asking her to move all the rooms around for her and then jumping ship anyway.

His tongue felt so good inside her though that it swept all other thoughts and worries, which were so apt at creeping in when she was least expecting them, from her mind. It curled up inside her as he grunted, straining to reach as deeply up inside Fyr as was possible, though the cute drake was far better at doing that with the length of his shaft rather than his tongue. For a dragon, he didn't have quite the tongue that Fyr boasted. It was a little something that she teased him about, but it was hard for Carenath to complain when her tongue wound around and around his length, showing off just how flexible and slippery it was felt as good as it did.

"I want to try something new."

Fyr grinned as she wriggled on top of him, heat in her cheeks and neck as she sat on his face - or, at least, that was what it felt like to her as her hips slid back further than she'd been expecting. The drake laid back, purring, his head half on a pillow, though he was not about to ask Fyr to stop so that he could adjust his position, not at all. He spread his legs a little, wondering what she was doing, though he was very much up for it anyway as she engulfed his cock in her maw, slurping her winding, twisting tongue all the way down to the base.

"Ohhhh..."

"Mmmph!"

She poked him, reminding the drake that he had to be quiet, and Carenath tried with all his might to be quiet, like she wanted him to be. Yet he didn't know how he was supposed to do any of that even with his mouth shoved between her thighs, the thick, heady scent of dragoness pumping through his system. Her light musk seduced his nose as he inhaled deeply, the tartness of her juices staining his muzzle. His chin rubbed lightly against her clit in such a position, the dragoness facing down the length of his body towards his feet, her paws roaming, sweeping down his thighs and coming back up to carefully, lovingly caress his balls.

The drake had not known how good that could feel before Fyr had introduced him to the experience of it. The feel of her fingers playing with his nuts, pressing ever so lightly into his flesh, teasing lightly, drawing back... It was hypnotic and he groaned, pressing his muzzle even more ardently between her thighs, slurping up into her as he grunted thickly in the back of his throat.

There was nowhere else that he would rather be, he told himself, though the drake was no longer entirely convinced of that. It was as if his mind was trying to tug him away, somewhere, else, even though the sensations were overwhelming, making him give tiny little gasps and grunts into Fyr's pussy.

Her sweet tartness overwhelmed him, her taste thicker than before, though he furrowed his brow. It was a strange feeling, though he pressed on, tongue teasing up inside her, the tip just about reaching her innermost barrier as he grunted and huffed. Car didn't quite know what was wrong, not truly, but he was where he wanted to be either way, so could anything be all that wrong anyway? He whimpered into her, though he was sure that Fyr didn't hear him, his cries muffled by her thighs, allowing the drake a new sense of freedom as he nuzzled into her.

Fyr ground back on him, grunting, rocking, panting, though she was, for the moment, the one in control, taking a tease of dominance in her claws. It would have been so easy to lose control with Carenath, to forget absolutely everything else, the world and the life that she had led. Maybe she could even leave the path that she'd thought she'd set out for herself, strike her own way, run away with Car and forge a way that she had never expected for herself.

Maybe... Maybe not. Everything was new and exciting for her, with Car, making her feel as if she could go out and do anything, take on the whole world and push on. Nothing could stop her as she lifted her tail, gasping, shaking her head a little, though not even tucking her chin to the side was going to get her to relax and release, panting heavily.

Only orgasm would do that and she had to have it, gasping, moaning, panting, losing track of herself in the heat of the moment. It was hard with her scales aching and itching like that, tail flicking, the tip lifting as if she was trying to draw herself up higher and higher, right up to the ceiling. Her heart lifted, tongue spinning around and around his cock, trying to draw him even deeper into her maw, though her nose already pressed into his crotch, inhaling deeply.

She was where she needed to be, relaxing into the moment, grunting, groaning, moaning, losing herself. But she didn't need to be found when she was more than happy where she was, pushing on, lapping up every drooling drop of pre-cum that he produced, lovingly treating him like the king she wanted him to know he was for her. Yet Fyr knew that if Carenath was the king she was the queen, the light of his life and his heart.

She had to please him, had to moan around him, letting the softer vibrations from her lips and muzzle travel down into his cock, even into his nuts, her paws shifting, splaying out flat on his thighs. She had to hold herself in position, even as her shoulders and arms trembled, wanting to delve down, her pussy twitching and contracting, though any muscular responses there were not under her control. The nearing climax came with a loss of control, a sense of excitement pulling inside her, her moans muffled, thankfully, around the thick length of Carenath's cock.

Yet it was the drake who thrust and ground first, surprising her by grabbing her frills and forcing her head down on his cock. Ropes of cum spurted forth, splattering into the back of her throat as he thrust erratically, his eyes closed, snorts and grunts muffled by her thighs. That was the best that she could hope for in that moment, wanting more, wanting to scream, to cry out, to lose sense of all inhibitions while she was with her lover.

The drake shot his tongue into her, dragging it back over her G-spot and clit, wallowing in the lust of it all as orgasm took him, nuts twitching, feeling as if he was thrusting deeper and deeper, though it was Fyr's muzzle doing the work. Oh, her maw, her tongue... However could he ever have wanted to do or feel anything else when it was so sweet to be with her? But there was something, something more there, grunting into her sex as he pulled her closer and closer to the edge, passion driving him on.

He was where he needed to be, drops of cum still oozing forth into her mouth while she gulped it down, whimpering around him, her tail lashing back and forth, threatening to knock over the table lamp, though that would have probably raised more concern than their moans. The family would know what was going on if they moaned and groaned and fell prey to draconic need, but a crashing bedside table lamp? Hm... That could have raised more questions!

Carenath, however, revelled in the thrill of bringing his girlfriend off, her pussy squeezing, flexing, her body doing what it needed to in orgasm. Yet it was harder than ever for Fyr to stay in the moment, not to scream out her lust, heaving and panting heavily around his cock, sucking in all the breath that she could through her nostrils. He could even feel the heady puff and wash of her breath over his crotch as she wriggled and squealed, her pussy dripping with arousal, more than ready for him as her boyfriend's cock hardly softened at all.

"Ah... Fyr? Fyr, are you okay?"

Carenath chuckled softly as Fyr moaned and cuddled up alongside him, tired, her muscles soft and relaxed in the afterglow. His cock remained half-hard and, still, he could not quite calm down, his blood up even though he had only just gotten off.

"Mmm..." She whined, nuzzling into his neck even as the dragon tried to shush her. "But...what about you?"

"I'm okay, sweetie, don't worry."

He couldn't explain with her, not after such a powerful orgasm, that she had already gotten him off, the taste of his seed still lingering in the back of her throat. His dragoness was dazed and sleepy and the best Car could do with the sheets cast off them in the late heat of summer, cock out and hard, was to care for her. He drew her in safe and strong to his side, his arm around her, Fyr slipping off into sleep with his name on her lips as she rested her head on his chest.

There, she was safe. There, nothing else mattered.

But Car's mind was elsewhere. For, as he looked down at Fyr in the dimness of the night, sleep tugging gently at him too, he saw someone different. Not frills but horns, a little more like her brother - but, no, that was not right either. In the darkness, her red scales could have been blue or a deeper shade still, if he ignored her stripes, wanting something else, his breath catching.

Why was he thinking like that? Fyr was lovely, the dragoness who had given him life back to his summer, but her mother... The spark was there, an electric thrill and tug that a strongly masculine part of Carenath wanted to lean into.

No... No, that wasn't right. He didn't want to delve in that far, to go that deep. He didn't want to think of Fyr's mother...like that.

Say her name, she's a dragoness too.

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Car tensed. That didn't feel like the voice in his head that he was familiar with. But it was there all the same.

She's gorgeous... Why is it so wrong to fantasise about her? You know how she looks.

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The voice in his head talked to him as if it was a separate entity, but it was merely a part of him, a part of himself, his inner monologue, the sound of his thoughts trying to find some way to work through what he hadn't wanted to acknowledge. His cock throbbed. Sometimes, being in the dead of the night while the rest of the world was asleep allowed such thoughts to arise, to be more honest with oneself than could otherwise be possible.

He groaned. What on earth had he gotten himself into? It was Fyr that he wanted, he was sure of it, yet he wasn't so sure anymore, not with weird thoughts like that running through his head. It didn't make sense, not at all, grunting and groaning, though he knew too that he had to be quiet. He had to not wake Fyr, not even as his paw drifted to his cock, stroking the length tentatively, yet it seemed more formal than ever.

It was strange. If it was Sasha there...what would he have done? Nothing, nothing at all, he told himself. He wouldn't have done anything because she was Fyr's mother and Fyr was his girlfriend. That was why something like that had to remain a fantasy, even if it was not tucked into the deep and dark far reaches of his mind, but closer to the surface than it ever had before.

He closed his paw around his cock, reaching around the girth as much as he could, though even Carenath knew that his length was thicker than most. The dragon growled softly, letting loose his need. How would he feel if Sasha was right there on the other side of the wall listening to them? Would that have changed anything for him? How would it make him feel? They were not questions that Carenath was sure that he wanted answered, yet the asking of them, only to himself, had his cock dripping and leaking, drops of pearly pre-cum slurping down the length of his cock, marking his nuts.

Maybe the next morning, Fyr would wonder why he was so hard and so needy, but he would hold himself there. Even if he did not get off, he told himself, letting go of himself and slipping into his fantasies that tiny little bit, it would be okay, because he wasn't doing anything.

All guys had fantasies. That was perfectly normal.

A little fantasy, just one. He probably liked her so much anyway, or that little bit, because she was like an older version of Fyr, so kindly and warm and maternal, but a sharply exciting way. He rumbled very softly and faintly, not wanting to wake Fyr, but, in his mind, it was Sasha sleeping against him.

Just a little fantasy, one where he could feel her curves, sliding his fingers tentatively down the line of Fyr's back and side to her hip and buttock, squeezing gently. Oh, he could not be too firm, not when Fyr was asleep, even though his girlfriend very much would not mind being touched in that way while conked out. Fyr encouraged him to touch her whenever they were alone and he knew that she lusted for him as much as he lusted for her, though there was something fresh and new confusing that matter.

Sasha. Why, oh, why? But maybe there did not need to be a reason as he remembered how good it felt to have Fyr sucking on his shaft, his muzzle buried between her thighs. Maybe Sasha smelled like that...

He shivered, Fyr shifting and moaning against him. Maybe they were similar in their scents, but he didn't want to dig into it too far, the memory of Fyr's lips on his shaft changing in his mind's eye. His fantasy was to see a blue muzzle sliding down the length of his shaft, a cheeky glint in the dragoness' eye, someone who was a little more knowing than him, yet lusted for him.

A different nuance, something that set his heart racing. Yes, that was it. It was healthy to have fantasies, or, at least, that was what he told himself as he stroked his cock repeatedly, his paw finding a soft, smooth repetitive motion on the uncut length. The skin moved back and forth lightly over the thicker, firmer rod of his cock as he pawed off, though he didn't allow himself, not after his first climax with Fyr, to ease over that edge. It could have been done if he pushed on, just a little bit further, the knots in his stomach tightening, teasing through, his breath catching.

So close... But he couldn't do it. He didn't need to go over the edge, sleep pulling tantalisingly at him, drawing him down and down and down. He slipped away, his cock left hard and throbbing, though the release of that tension and memory was not to be his that night.

It was late. Or early. Depending on how one looked at it. But it was not too late for Carenath to stop his fantasies from running amok.

Maybe.

Or was it?

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If Carenath didn't do anything, that would make it okay, right? If he thought about Sasha and left his cock hard and dripping to fuck Fyr in the morning, as he had done, that made it okay, right? He would be getting his need raised elsewhere and coming back to his girlfriend to enjoy the spoils of it, which made it all okay, right?

The drake reasoned with himself, even enjoying breakfast with the family, a guilty twist in his heart making him lose his pleasure in Fyr's gentle smile, that little satisfied one that she had after being well fucked. Sure, it was crude to think like that, but there was nothing quite like her grunts and moans into the pillow as he pressed her down onto her belly, her legs too close together for him to penetrate her easily in that rougher, harder fuck - but that was exactly what made the position so great. He shivered, fingers clenching his fork a little tighter, the tines shaking before the stack of pancakes before him. His cock still ached after that, but he felt as if he'd been edging all night.

"I gotta go to work, sweetie," Fyr said, kissing him on the cheek. "I don't have to stay all day though, just a couple of hours. I'll see you later though, right?"

"Of course."

Carenath answered automatically, even though he only realised when the front door closed on Fyr's heels that it was only him and Sasha left there. Was that his cue to leave? But he hadn't even finished his breakfast, Fyr having wolfed down her own pancakes, fresh and warm, as if they were going out of fashion.

"Don't worry, honey, take your time." Sasha smiled warmly as she perched opposite him, her muzzle soft in the morning glow. "It's no rush for you, if you haven't got anywhere else to be rushing off to. I've rather enjoyed having your company around.

Carenath grinned, though there was a touch of a blush in his cheeks.

"Aw, and I thought you'd all be getting sick of me by now!"

"No, never, dear," Sasha said, meaning every word quite genuinely. "You've done so good for Fyr, you really remind me of a young drake that I knew when I was younger, much younger."

Carenath raised his eyebrows, the lines of scales and soft ridges above his eyes that gave his face more definition and expression.

"Really? I've never heard you say that before, or Fyr."

Sasha swallowed a bite of food, waving her fork as if to ease down the edge of the conversation. Was that a crackle of tension in the air?

"Oh, well, I didn't think of him before," she said, musing, dodging the question, the dragoness' heart beating more quickly than it should have been. "It was a long time ago, but you know when you see someone that reminds you of someone else... It just happens like that sometimes, it's funny."

It wasn't really funny and Sasha chuckled lightly to herself, eating, settling back down. She could have been embarrassed over stumbling over her own words, yet she didn't even know why that could have worried her. It was just Carenath, her daughter's boyfriend, as much as he did remind her of that very fetching young drake when she'd been starting her adult life. It was a good memory, but not the type of memory that Carenath would most likely understand until later in life too, when he had memories like that of his own.

"It's nice having someone like you around," she said, after a pause. "Kao hasn't had anyone to look up to and, despite everything he's said, I know he respects you. He's got a different way about him since you've been here, Carenath."

The drake didn't know what to say, looking down at a cup of coffee on the table that was rapidly cooling. Yet the sound of her voice was so melodic, richer and smoother than Fyr's with the years of maturity. Would Fyr sound like that if things worked out between them? Yet there was something else there, Sasha's eyes locking onto him with an intensity that made his scales prickle.

"I'm glad I can help like that, Sasha," he said honestly, though her name still sounded weird on his lips. "But I don't really know what I'm doing. If there is anything that I can do to help though, please just let me know."

It sounded too formal coming from him and Sasha knew it too, giggling as she leaned back, tipping her chair onto two legs like she had as a teenager.

"Oh, Car... My daughter really is a lucky dragoness."

The funny thing was that she didn't mean it the way that it came out. She didn't mean it in a good way at all.

Ever so slightly, Sasha was jealous.

And she didn't know what to do about that.

*

Although Carenath didn't have much to do with his day, with Fyr being off on a half work half study call, he didn't have work to do himself. He'd done a lot of overtime himself and was just coming out of the shower in the early afternoon, back at his place, when his phone rang.

His brow furrowed. He didn't recognise the number.

"Hi, Carenath, Fyr gave me your number."

He stiffened, heart pounding, his mouth suddenly too dry. Sasha? What on earth was she calling him for?

"I'm sorry to call you out of the blue, but I've run into a bit of a pickle. I want to get some painting done while Kao is out of town with friends, but some of the furniture in his room is a two dragon job to move. Fyr's had to work late, well, you already know that - do you think you could give me a hand, possibly?"

She was polite, but there was only one answer that Carenath could give her, as much as a bigger and bigger part of him wanted to be close to her. Maybe it wasn't that bad to allow his fantasies to have a little more fuel and fodder for fun. It was Fyr, after all, who would reap the benefits of it later if he got to quietly eye up Sasha for a couple of hours. Maybe he'd even be there when Fyr got home, if she didn't end up having that field call thing for her agricultural course again. He'd thought that that was something more in line with veterinary work, but if she was going to work with animals in agriculture, depending on the direction she took, he supposed that that was something that she'd have to deal with there too.

He shook himself. He didn't have to think about that right then, no.

"Sure, of course... I'll help out with whatever you need."

Just to get on Sasha's good side, yes, he told himself. That was all he was doing.

Yet even that tiny lie was one that Carenath would be telling himself for only a short while longer to come.

*

"Oof... Thanks, Carenath, I wouldn't have been able to do this myself!"

Sasha huffed, the furniture out and away from the wall, mostly, in Kao's bedroom, some covered in sheets already. Car could see why she wanted to refresh it for him, though it was likely not something that Kao even noticed for himself. The walls were scuffed and the paint had faded, all through the wear and tear of time, though the carpet would be something that Sasha was getting someone in to lay down. She said it would be quicker that way and Car agreed, not exactly having laid carpet down before either.

The dragoness smiled at the younger dragon, though he was on the same level as her. Perhaps her horns made her a tiny bit higher, though the set of his broad shoulders and chest changed his manner of being. He was not a child, far from it, an adult dragon in his own right.

"It's good of you to lend a paw, Carenath," she said softly, perhaps too softly. "I know Fyr would have helped, but I wanted to get a head start on it. The girl does too much for me as it is."

"That's Fyr for you," Car said with a smile that came naturally. "But you'd know that better than even me."

"You're right. Now! How about dinner? I must thank you for helping!"

Sasha clapped her paws together and, well, if he hung around, he'd at the very least be able to be there when Fyr got home. That would be a nice surprise for her.

Yet Fyr was not in Carenath's mind as he sat across the table from Sasha, wondering why he suddenly felt like his manners had to be even more impeccable than normal, his breath catching, pulling at his throat. His heart beat a little more stringently than before, reaching for the salt, though the chuckle that burst from his lips when his fingers, inadvertently, brushed hers, was shorter and sharper than it should have been.

"Oops! Sorry."

"Don't be sorry, honey, that was just an accident. It's strangely comfortable to be around you."

Sasha smiled, popping briefly to the fridge and reappearing with two bottles in paw.

"I don't know if you like cider, but Fyr has been working at an orchard that brews their own, I thought you might like to try some from there."

He grinned.

"Drinking with my girlfriend's mother? That seems like a milestone!"

Sasha laughed.

"Well, you're old enough, hon, I'd have no concerns with you and this. I let Kao and Fyr have sips when they were younger, before they were of age, and it seems to have set them up well. No harm in indulging a little, as long as you're sensible."

And Car was, even though his tolerance for alcohol was a little lower than most. He had had his fun, of course, but he'd always been one more for the flavour than overindulging, not choosing the cheaper beer and vodka that others had gone for when they had drunk underage in school. That hadn't been the best course of action for many but that was none of Carenath's concern. He couldn't set everyone on the right path and had expended too much energy on that at other times.

It was better to laugh and enjoy with Sasha, transfixed by her tales of wild rides and holidays, how Fyr had been when she was younger, even how Kao had been, though he knew a little more of both from their own stories. Sasha offered a different way, a different kind of perspective, and one that he found more intoxicating than any liquor.

She was comfortable to be around, settled and relaxed, the dragoness' tail curling under the table towards him as if she was trying to come in even closer to him. It was simply comfortable there, sharing a conversation together, the day having grown dark into the evening outside.

Her tail brushed his and, although she jumped, Sasha did not pull back much. Maybe the cider had hit her harder than she'd realised, for she'd finished her glass and started another bottle. Of course, she'd offered one to Carenath, though he drank more slowly than her, savouring the flavour, swilling the liquid around his mouth.

It was hypnotic how his lips and the muscles of his snout moved, tongue flickering out to sweep along his lips, capturing every last drop of cider as if he could not bear not savouring it all. Carenath's eyes drifted back to Sasha again and again, though he should have been looking at her full-on, considering that they were having a conversation. Yet he could not maintain eye contact, not in that way, not when it made his heart skip a beat, juddering in his chest weirdly and wonderfully.

Fyr made him feel like that too. But, with Sasha, it was different.

"It's really nice having you hear, Car."

"You've said that already."

She chuckled and shook her head. What was she like? Oh, well, it was not all that bad, he was only her daughter's boyfriend. That was both important and something that made him more comfortable to be around. She was, after all, in a more superior position, simply by being Fyr's mother - but she wanted to even the score a little between them.

"I think I should probably go lie down for a bit," Carenath chuckled, standing, a little wobbly, but fizzing comfortably inside. "Do you mind me using Fyr's bed? Will she mind? I don't want to walk home right now."

He had his reasons for that, though being alone in the car with Fyr too could have been interesting too, just the two of them. Carenath wasn't so sure to what extent he trusted himself there anyway.

"Of course, honey. Do you want to stay the night too? I didn't mean to overwhelm you!"

Or maybe she did. Maybe that was what Sasha had in mind as Carenath tipped a little sideways, bracing himself on the table. He chuckled at himself, but she was not able to help him even as she stood and followed, fingers fluttering as if she thought that she really could do something.

"Oh, do be careful, dear - ah, the stairs..."

Carenath stared at them, trying to judge the distance, but his attention was more distracted by Sasha than ever. He was not that tipsy, but drunk on his deepening intoxication for her. Her stare clung to him, an intensity that he could not shake off, something like the first time he'd seen Fyr, but darker, fiercer.

Was that his mind, or was that how Sasha was?

He turned too quickly, a question in mind - but then Sasha was there, blocking his way, his paw shooting out to balance himself and brushing her chest. What could be more embarrassing than that? Carenath gasped, trying to stumble back, tipping over his own feet, words colliding in mid-air as the two of them tried, desperately, to set his stumble to rights.

"Oh - I'm sorry!"

"Let me just!"

"Are you okay?"

"Hang on!"

Sasha tried to grab his shoulders, but caught his jaw instead, briefly, her tail whipping out, trying to steady him like she had done for her younger dragons in days gone by. Yet she was not as familiar with Car as she was with Kao and Fyr, her tail curling around his hip and buttock before catching herself, a low curse rumbling in her throat.

"Oh, dragon-scales, I'm really not... Carenath, I'm so sorry."

He said it was fine, quite alright, though something tightened between his thighs and he could not stay, blood roaring in his ears. No, no, he could not stay or she would find out what was going on, what he wanted - and then he wouldn't be able to see Fyr anymore!

He fled, some kind of mumbled apology flung back over his shoulder, though fleeing to Fyr's bedroom, tripping over a stair, didn't feel like the escape that it could have been if he was leaving to his own house. God, that was so embarrassing! And yet his paw tingled with the feel of her warmth through her T-shirt, the low scoop neck of it even showing a bit more cleavage than normal, the touch of her, how close she had been.

"Goddammit..."

It could not be ignored.

Lying in bed with Fyr later that night, after she'd come home, his dragoness curled up against his chest, Car growled deep in the back of his throat. Maybe Sasha could hear him through the wall. Yet he would have wanted that, a deeper need stirred up in him, even if he could not understand it fully.

He had Fyr and it was not that he didn't want Fyr, only that he wanted more, something and someone else as well. Were there relationships like that still? Relationships where there could be more...but not cheating?

He wasn't sure what he would be able to do or not, how far things could or could not go... But he could only stroke his cock in the dark of the night, letting his fantasies rise.

Fyr slumbered peacefully as he thought only of Sasha, how she could feel if he was over her, spreading her thick thighs, delving his shaft into the sweetness of her pussy. The thought of Fyr's cunny gave him some base to go from as he swallowed his groans, shaking his head, horns tipping lightly from side to side as he restrained the outward vocalisation of his pleasure.

Quietly, slowly. He couldn't wake Fyr.

It meant sneaking around, being sly, maybe, even if he still didn't know what to do next. But that was okay, he was sure, as nothing had come to pass yet.

Pre-cum trickled down his cock, the skin on his uncut length sliding back as he whimpered, as quiet as he could be. If he had the boldness to do so in him, which he was still learning, he would leave and go into Sasha's room right there and then...

There had been looks to him too. Looks from Sasha and he was not so sure anymore that it was merely his imagination running amok in that sense.

There was something there. But it took two to tango and two to explore that.

As his chest rose and fell, he groaned as he ejaculated, painting his lower abdomen with seed as he imagined Sasha crying out in orgasm.

It might be worth it.

It might not be worth it.

Only time would tell whether it remained a fantasy for Carenath or reality as he grunted and heaved, subtly and softly, flying under the radar with his cock softening against his thigh.

The ache in his gut remained.