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Broken Secrets

Chapter Five

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Ugh..."

Car laid back on the sofa, though his house was more and more foreign to him. With Fyr in his life, he spent more time at her house and with her than ever, though his mind was torn. He didn't know what he was doing, what wiles had twisted and turned through his life, why his eyes wandered so much.

And what the hell was up with that accidental grope? It hadn't even been one-sided! He'd stumbled and Sasha had grabbed him and then her tail had been around his hip, touching his...yeah. Maybe it would have been more embarrassing than it was if it had not made him want to moan, only able to clamp his jaws down against it in the moment as he twisted away from her, trying to disengage himself. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted something more, something different, something that would make more sense to him.

But did anything even make sense anymore? He didn't know where his heart truly lay, or if there was even anything wrong in what he was doing. Maybe if all he wanted was a different kind of relationship, that was fine. It might not have been traditionally normal, but not everyone had to follow the same paths as others through their lives. He could be different, like that, maybe.

The ringing of his phone brought a groan to him. He didn't want to talk to anyone, but the ringer was insistent, even as he put a cushion over his face. If he could have hidden away there, away from his problems, forever, that would have been quite alright by him. But even he had to admit to them eventually, facing them with his head held high, at least to the very best of his ability.

Sometimes, that was all that a dragon could do.

He grumbled, answering his phone, though the name that appeared there was a number that he recognised. Kao. Why was he calling him?

His curiosity was intrigued enough to answer.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I thought you were ignoring me, do you take that long to answer the phone usually?"

Carenath rolled his eyes.

"Sure thing. What do you want?"

"I'm bored," Kao said, a whiny note entering his voice, though he had not yet learned to moderate it, which would come in time. "Fyr's out, she's with her friends..."

Yeah, Carenath knew that. He might not have had work to go to right then and there, but there was a problem in that his friends that day had all been busy. He hadn't really reached out to them either, to be honest, but that was the answer he was going with for himself.

"I can't help with that, Kao, she's got to have her own time too."

Kao grumbled.

"You sound like mom. She's been busy for years, Carenath, if you don't spend time with her now, you never will."

There was more to unpack there than what Carenath was willing to get into at that moment, though there was little that the dragon could dig into. Kao wasn't one to open up and the only nudge that Car could give him was a little one in the right direction. That was just the way of it.

But there was one thing he could do.

"Should I come by? Not like I've got anything to do either."

Carenath would rather have spent time on his own, his tail twitching back and forth as it hung over the edge of the sofa, the bronze-brown scales glowing faintly. That would, however, require him putting on pants, but it was just something that he would have to deal with.

"Yeah, if you like."

Even though he would not admit it, Carenath knew that Kao wanted him there. Maybe something was going on with the drake or maybe there was nothing at all, just wanting a bit of company, but that evening of company, either way, would help out.

Carenath sighed, groaning as he dragged his tail up from the sofa. At least he'd already showered. He didn't need to do anything much to get out and on his way, though his heart beat a little more quickly. It seemed like everyone wanted his attention those days. But that was not entirely a bad thing. Even if hanging out with Kao would put him near Sasha.

He'd have to be careful, have to keep his distance, he told himself. Yet there was no harm in looking, as long as Sasha did not linger on the accidental grope and touching either, which was something he very much hoped for.

Or did he?

Some things were not that easy.

But things were okay with Kao, hanging out, Sasha not around. That made Carenath feel a little better, at least in the way that he thought that he could put off his problems for a little longer. That would help, he thought, losing himself in the new RPG game that Kao had wanted to delve into for some time. There were shooters and racing games too, ones that repeated the same tracks and zones, to allow them to learn the area, shaving off seconds with a slide around a corner or learning where to hide to best take down a target.

"Ah - damn it!"

Kao laughed and good-naturedly threw his controller down, though he was a bit of a sore loser. The fact that there was pizza on the way and a giant bowl full of mixed potato chips on the coffee table before them helped some, though Carenath had had a couple of beers. Kao was just about old enough to know that he wanted to try a drink and Sasha allowed him to in the privacy of their home, though the drake was not that interested in it yet. He said it made him sleepy. Junk food would be more on the agenda for him, something better to fill his stomach with.

"Dude, have you tried the bonus levels yet? They've got this code you can put in now to access them... A free thing..."

"Ah, really? Cool!"

It was something new and the mere act of gaming soothed the edge of worry from Carenath's bones, though it really should have been Fyr sitting there in the chair opposite the big sofa, watching them, relaxing and joining in when she wanted to. It was strange to be there without Fyr, although it reminded him a little too much of how things had been last time he'd been there without her.

That had been when things had shifted between him and Sasha. And even Carenath could not say quite what was happening there.

Sasha, however, knew how she felt. She was old and experienced enough to tell when her thoughts were wandering, when she wanted something more, though she had, so far, put it down to her being a little frisky. In short, she needed to "get some". Maybe she could go out and find a nice drake, but it was not as much the "done" thing for dragons of her mature age to do that for a quick hook up.

From the kitchen, listening to the younger dragons laugh and shout happily from the living room, she rumbled a growl, rubbing her temples. It would be easy, so easy, if she could find someone to enjoy a lovely night with, but that wasn't quite how Sasha wanted to play it either.

It had been awkward, yes, when she'd touched his hind end and he'd practically grabbed her breast... Yet the fierce masturbatory session afterwards, wondering if she could hear his grunts and groans through the shared bedroom wall, had told her all that she'd needed to do. Just that touch alone had had her wetter than ever, as if she was in the middle of her heat again, even though that had passed.

She's gotten off four times that night and twice more the following morning until she had to return to normal life that day. She'd known she was in need, desperate for that sense of delight, muttering and moaning, trying to hide her desire. But that touch had set it flaring up, something that she could neither deny nor ignore, the heat in the pit of her belly swelling through, blistering as if she was burning up from the inside out.

She wanted him. But that didn't mean that she could have him.

Sasha watched him from the kitchen, from the hallway, how the light from the TV glanced off his muzzle, highlighting the shape of it and the edges of his scales.

Maybe she could push on a little bit. Tease a little more from him. If she caught him showering again though, Sasha thought she might just have a heart attack.

Not really, but he made her heart pound that hard that it felt like it might just have been something on the edge of possibility, his laughter making her feel like a young dragoness all over again. He made her feel as if she could do anything, be anything, even if that had all been something that she'd taken into her own control a very long time ago. Sasha had thought that she could only rely on herself, so that was what she'd done.

She didn't want to rely on Carenath... But a "roll in the hay", as was one of Fyr's newest favourite jokes, would go down nicely.

That was if he wasn't Fyr's boyfriend. Look but no touch, maybe?

There were too many questions there. Better to play the part of the good mother that she had been leaning into for so many years already, tail flicking, lifting, curling back and forth as she collected the pizza boxes from the door, leaving a nice tip for the delivery dragon.

"Here you go, guys."

Kao grinned and Carenath said something about not having her to wait on them, though it was not as if he was not going to accept the pizza from her. It was too good, dripping with cheese and red hot, pepperoni in just the right amount that he liked. Sasha's presence, so close, had him on edge, however, scales tingling, rolling his hips back into the sofa cushion just a little bit. The pressure, for some reason, helped, even if his breath came in shorter pants, heart speeding up. It was funny how easily she had that effect on him, though Car did not know the answer as to why there.

"Why didn't you go out with Fyr, mom?" Kao asked, tipping his head back as his mother passed behind the sofa. "I thought you wanted to try that new bar that they were looking at..."

Sasha laughed lightly, her tail slowly dragging against the back of the sofa, only to make the scales prickle at the back of Carenath's neck. Was that deliberate? Of course, he would come to learn with Sasha that everything she did was deliberate. With the blue dragoness, there were no accidents.

"I can't keep up with those young dragons," she said, though the purr in her voice hinted at more. "They'd have more fun out there without me, Kao, though Fyr did ask, of course."

"Oh, I see."

Kao was not that interested in what Sasha was or was not going to do, though Sasha had eyes only for Car. The bronze dragon reached back a little over the sofa, his paw flung back as if he was stretching, but the dragoness locked onto it, stepping into his touch, though Kao was not looking. That was just as well.

An electric thrill shot between them, the two of them letting out a soft gasp, closing at their throats. Oh, it was there, that touch, that connection, even if it should not have been. Sometimes, dragons could not help how they felt. It was up to them on how they took it forward, or not, however.

Resist it, Carenath, he told himself. You can't do this to Fyr. Fyr loves you.

They hadn't said the "L-word", but the thought was there, lurking under the surface.

Carenath tried to focus on his pizza, though his attention was less and less on the games and more on himself, on how he reacted to Sasha's presence. He let her see him looking, his gaze lingering and dragging on her for a moment longer than was needed. He wouldn't have been so bold if not for the beer swilling about his tongue, relaxing down his throat, so soft and tentative, lowering his inhibitions. Maybe it was those very inhibitions that had not been serving him well so far.

He took his time going to the bathroom - or, more accurately, on the way to and from the bathroom, hoping to catch her. He was focusing so intently on her steps, trying to work out where in the house she was, that he nearly bumped into her as she came too quickly around the corner, his paws coming up.

"Ooof!"

"Hey!"

Not that she minded his paws touching her breasts again, her jaw falling a little slacker, a smile on her lips. Carenath froze, yet while he didn't know what to do, Sasha absolutely did.

"Easy there, tiger," she chuckled, only stepping back when she thought the drake might pass out from worry and possibly arousal too, if she read it correctly. "I don't want to scare you off."

Her heart beat quickly, too quickly. Was that what she meant? Should she even have said that? If he was not on the same page as her, she could, very easily, play it off as something else, though it could have been seen as a bad joke too, if it came to that.

Carenath, on the other hand, stepped back, blushing, rubbing the back of his neck, though the rising bulge in his pants told Sasha all that she needed to know.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't think..."

"Don't worry, honey. I think we all are thinking far too much about it."

Oh, how things had changed. The dragoness stepped around him, letting her tail drag, swinging back and forth, though it could have still been an accident in how it trailed over his hip as she passed. She didn't need to create any awkwardness, delightful tension crackling between them. There was only good to come, if that was what the two of them chose going forward.

Carenath didn't know what to think. He couldn't go straight back to the living room with a bulge in his pants like that, but darting up to Fyr's room didn't help it soften much. Ducking to the side, he tried pawing off quickly, but that did not help as much as he wanted it to. He just wanted to relieve his need, to make sense of things, to carry on with the evening, yet things were not destined to go that way.

Maybe it was time that he stopped fighting it. Sasha didn't seem to be holding back and there was no possible way that he could have misread her actions. She'd practically put her whole body in the way of him! There'd been no way that he could not have touched her like...like that!

There was something there and it was "do or die" time, the time where they could let it all pass by and never speak of it ever again. Car might not have even stayed with Fyr forever, regardless of everything, how much he cared for her, but Sasha was the kind of dragoness who made him decide too soon. It had to come, had to be enjoyed, for that was what life was all about.

Fyr had taught him that too, with her vitality and lust for life. It had not quite been present when he'd met her, but something had come and blossomed between them. It was not that he wanted to throw all of it away, but that he wanted to know something more, what could come if he was not holding back with others.

Maybe not only her mother? But he didn't have eyes for anyone else.

It was all so confusing. Carenath shook himself, sort of concentrating on games, but they'd settled more to movies, watching YouTube videos, things that could be picked up and put down at any time. It was not engrossing and allowed his eyes to wander, Sasha peering around from the kitchen door, the archway allowing easy access.

He smirked, blowing her a kiss, making sure, first, that Kao was not looking. Getting caught was not on the agenda for either of them.

"Hang on, I'm just getting another drink."

Kao grunted, tired and sleepy, though he was not yet ready to go to sleep. He was still the sort of dragon that would stubbornly stay up as late as he possibly could, all to put off the inevitable. It gave him a little bit of control back over his days, even though he was in a position and state of change in his life.

That wasn't what Carenath was focusing on, his heartbeat roaring in his ears as he tried to stalk into the kitchen after Sasha, though only managed to look like a cocky young dragon who was out of his league. And yet Sasha had invited him into her league, her eyes dancing, tempting fate, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

"Hey... I didn't think you'd come."

She pushed her hips out, showing off her form, though it was a subtle motion. That was one of many things that were learned with age, Car groaning in the back of his throat. He only spared a quick glance back over his shoulder as he crossed the distance between them, but Kao was too engrossed in whatever it was that he was watching to care.

Carenath wasn't sure how much more he cared anymore either. It was harder and harder to worry when everything in him wanted him to do everything that his mind told him, in a distant, far-off way, was wrong to do.

"Hey, you..."

Sasha chuckled as Carenath reached for her, resting his paws on her hips.

"Yeah, it's really happening," she murmured. "You okay with this?"

She had to check, had to test the waters, wondering if she was going to be forced aside, yet the drake's heart before her sung the same tune that hers was. They were on the same page, reading from the same book, his fingers folding around her hips lightly, the dragoness wanting to push into it. But she didn't know what she wanted to do, quite how far she wanted to go.

Her daughter... Oh. Oh, she could not allow her mind to wander. Her scales burned. Had her head been that foggy and dizzy for so long, or was it just because Carenath was so close to her?

Carenath licked his lips. Should he? Shouldn't he? He didn't know. But it was getting harder and harder to resist, to think that there was something he could do to stay on the path of the straight and narrow.

Without thinking, he leaned in. Thinking got him nowhere. Better to act.

"Oh..."

Sasha shivered, the young drake's lips on her throat. Oh, it had been so long since she had felt a touch like that, been kissed like that. It felt good, too good, so good that she felt herself melting into a gooey puddle right there before him.

Carenath was bold, pressing on a little more, if only to see... Well, he didn't know. His lips moved up her neck, hardly able to believe what he was doing, tracing the line of her jaw, one of her paws closing around his. She held it tightly, drawing him in an inch closer, though he dragged out the moment of his lips touching hers for as long as possible. The temptation and tantalisation made his heart leap and pound in weird and wonderful ways.

Closer and closer... Until, for the two of them, there was no going back.

His lips on hers were the best thing that Sasha had felt in years, letting his paws slide up to her waist, feeling out the curves of her, her body arching up to him. She moaned and trembled, though held herself in control, her lips parting softly against his, inviting even more, an even closer touch.

She wanted it. She would not deny that. It was everything she'd dreamed, everything that she had fantasied about so very often since she had first met Carenath, even without realising that something was pulling her in closer and closer to him. His tongue flickered up tentatively to touch hers and she whimpered, drawing back. Had that little noise, so cute and innocent, really come from her?

But Carenath was torn, heart pounding, his shaft rising. Oh, it could have been arousing how quick he was to become aroused, but he wasn't sure if she wanted it as much as he did. Was he just young and horny?

"No... No... This is different."

He stepped back, panting lightly, eyes downcast. Yet he could not hold back the throbbing ache of his cock, how it pulsed within his pants.

"Should we be doing this?" He whispered, ducking his head away, nipping at the inside of his mouth with worry. "It doesn't seem right... But it doesn't seem right to do nothing either."

"I know... I know what you mean."

"We should take some time."

One kiss. Just the one. They could still come back from that, right? That would still be okay, right?

Oh, but what fools they were.

Carenath tried to hide his arousal, the dimness of the late-night living room helping a little, though Kao's attention was, thankfully, not on him. All he had to do was to laugh at the right times, watching the videos, pretending to be interested. Kao was easy to please.

Maybe that was the case for the whole family. Though the "maybes" were starting to get on his nerves more and more. It was time to be done with them, one way or another.

Sasha hung around, watching the videos, slinking in closer and closer to Carenath. She was not interested in them, but she was interested in the prickling tension in the air, hanging between her and Carenath. She didn't have to pay attention to anything else, Kao not noticing how close she was, as there was nothing sexual, of course, when it came to his own mother being close to him.

Sasha pushed her tail lightly between Carenath's legs, though it was only possible as he leaned forward to look at the TV, the videos able to be played through the Smart TV system. That was something that had only come into play in the last few years. She'd not have a TV like that, not at all, when she'd been young. They were lucky. But she was luckier.

Things were heating up and who knew where it would end, but to say that Sasha was not enjoying every moment of the teasing was an understatement. She had had a glass of wine and was on her second to soften the edges of her nerves, though she was not worried, only...wanting. And she had been wanting like that for a very, very long time.

Kao yawned.

"Are you tired, honey?" Sasha said, quick to poke at him. "You really should get to bed earlier."

Of course, her son frowned.

"Nah, mom, don't be like that. You know I don't have work tomorrow. I've got to make the most of the summer while I can!"

That that was to be taken advantage of by staying up as late as possible was not something that Sasha was all that sure that she agreed with, but she couldn't voice her frustration there without giving rise to what was really going on. She rolled her eyes instead, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth in what she hoped was still a motherly enough fashion.

It was hard to sneak off with Car, to tease out those gropes and sweet little kisses, while Kao was there. Once, they slipped into the hallway and Car had her pinned half up against the wall, taking her breath away in the best of ways, lips on her throat, nibbling and nipping and kissing... Oh... She'd moaned. That had been too much to resist.

"Mom?"

Of course, it had to be Kao. Although he was a young adult, he wondered where she'd gotten to, something that he wanted to show her. He was not as outward and open about his affection as Fyr was, though he still wanted his mother's approval, her company, things that he could have in spades if he just let them have their time together first!

But Kao didn't know that as Car was called back too, more and more reluctant to game again.

"I don't know, Kao, I'm kind of bored of this one," he said with a sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "I've played it a lot now, why don't you just play."

Fyr was out all night, which meant he could stay - he'd stayed that once before until she'd come back, of course - or go. He could still go and yet his willpower to leave was swiftly being overruled by his will to find a way to get what he wanted, what he and Sasha both wanted.

They couldn't just run off to the bedroom with Kao there. That might have broken the electric spell between them, the bated breath crackling tension that flashed between them whenever they touched. He didn't want to spoil it.

Thus, they had to wait it out, Sasha bold enough to steal a true grope of his crotch in the kitchen while Car was "getting drinks for everyone". By that time, she had a damp spot between her thighs, panting softly as he groaned and pushed into her paw, the desperation in her eyes matching his. It had been a long, long time since she had felt a need in her quite like that, though it was not to be helped, not to be called a halt to, whimpering, grunting, feeding her desire.

"Oh, god, Car..."

"Shush, he'll hear you..."

Carenath was always on watch, for he could not help it. He felt like he was the one who had more at stake there, more to lose. He was the one with the girlfriend, but Fyr was Sasha's daughter - so did that mean that she had more to lose if she let go and released her instinct with him? It was too confusing, so confusing, and all infused with the thrill of touching, kissing, being groped by his girlfriend's mother, Sasha's strong-minded ways more than enough to set his heart fluttering and stomach churning, all in the very best of ways.

Maybe everything would settle if they just did it, just the once, something to allow them to release that need inside them. It was clearly there and they were swiftly losing the willpower to resist it, fading fast. They'd blame the drinks, later, yes, but it would not be because of the drinks, but the electric draw, like two opposing magnets being drawn together, irrevocably so. For once they had seen one another, there had been no going back from that point as he humped and ground into Sasha's paw, the thrill of it all as intoxicating to the drake as her touch.

He wanted her, needed her, craved her. Like the air that he breathed, every fibre of his being was dead set on convincing Carenath that he could not possibly live without or. Or, at the very least, fucking her - which was a compromise that his needs, of course, were very willing to make.

He grunted and moaned, though had to break again, sitting with one leg propped up so that it could at the very least be a little less obvious that he was sporting a massive hard-on. The darkness of the living room helped and Sasha fussed with a side light to assist him further.

"This thing's been playing up... Kao, you'll have to look at it in the morning."

Just by saying to Kao that he would have to look at and do something the next day had the drake grumbling: there was no way he was going to do something like that willingly. DIY? Ugh... At least, that was how Kao viewed it. It just wasn't his thing.

If Fyr was there, he could have fucked her and taken her, mutually, of course, to relieve his needs, yet the burning in his veins and the missed call from his girlfriend on his phone would not let him not take advantage of the moment. His chest caught, feeling as if there was a steel band around it, growing tighter and tighter with every passing second, drawing in closer and closer, as if there was to be no release from it. The drake groaned, earning himself a strange look from Kao.

"What's wrong with you? You look...pained."

And he was, even if not in a way that he hoped Kao would understand, though the younger dragon was surely exploring and finding his sexual presence and sexuality too, in his own way. Carenath didn't want to know about that and neither did he care about it; Kao would find his own way in life. He was far more concerned, at that moment, about his way, what he was going to do with Sasha, how her bare scales would feel under his fingers.

That was if they did anything. Neither of them had said anything out loud, not yet.

He groaned softly. He had to go to bed. Maybe if he instigated it...

"Hey, Kao, mind if I crash here tonight?"

It was an effort to keep his voice level, not to sound panicked, panting softly, though he didn't want the flutter of his nostrils to show either.

Just play it cool, Car, he told himself. It'll be okay. It really will be okay...

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"Sure," Kao said, as if it was nothing at all. "Mom, do I even have to ask you or are already planning to make him sausages and eggs in the morning?"

Sasha jumped, but quickly recovered. Her son didn't even realise the lewdness of what he'd just said! Poor Kao, oblivious to all that was right under his nose, but all to their benefit.

"Yes, of course - and less of your sass too!"

She tapped Kao lightly on the head, though there was a smile on her face.

"Now... I think the guest room is still set up? If Fyr's not coming back tonight and staying with Lizzie, she will probably just crash into bed in the early hours. She tends to be quite tired after everything."

Her gaze locked with Car's, willing him to understand.

"The guest bedroom will be more comfortable for you."

Oh, he knew. He knew, even as he accepted her offer, ascending the stairs to the guest bedroom and doing what was needed to make himself comfortable in there, his heart pounding.

Maybe she would not come. Maybe she would not join him. Maybe Sasha would second guess everything and decide that it wasn't worth it. Maybe nothing at all would happen.

Yet in the warmth of the summer night, Sasha paused outside Carenath's guest bedroom. It was not a room in the house that she honestly spent all that much time in, considering how infrequently it was used, though she suddenly had a reason to go in. The fire of his kisses and tender touches lingered on her neck, down the line of her jaw, though Sasha could not have honestly said what she wanted more.

Carenath... To have everything right again... Perhaps even not to have felt like that at all? It could all have been easy, if they did not push too far.

But she had to. There was something there, a siren's call, except it was coming from the young drake, the one who was with her girlfriend and yet someone that she simply could not resist either way.

Entering the bedroom, she found him sitting there, perched on the edge of the bed, though not quite as if he had been expecting her. His fingers curled around the edge of the bed, crumpling the sheets, fresh and pressed, though they would not be such for long.

"Hey..." He said softly. "I didn't know if you would come."

"Do you want me to go?"

But that was not to be so. For he could not send Sasha away once she had bridged the gap between them, standing with a soft whimper on his lips as he reached for her. Car's paws folded around her hips securely as if they were meant to be there, the two dragons on an equal level, though Sasha's mature years no longer seemed to span the gaps that they did before.

He stroked her face, kissed her hand, yet that fire inside him could not be asked to simmer down for too long. He had held it back for as long as he could, the need building and building, even before Carenath had even recognised what was happening, what his body was telling him, and it had finally reached that blissful crescendo.

They didn't pause, didn't check for Kao. They simply fell into each other's arms, paws all over the place, lust getting the best of them at long, long last. It was sweet and yet it was frenzied too, practically tearing clothes from bodies as they tried to get their shirts off over their heads, caught on horns, helping each other out.

"God," Carenath hissed, easing her shirt off her horns, revealing her breasts. "You're so... You're beautiful."

Sasha blushed, tilting her head coyly, though there was nothing coy about how she squeezed her breasts together, relieving them too of the hold of her bra, her breasts spilling out, sagging ever so lightly under their own weight. She was not as perfectly perky as she had been when she had been younger, but neither had she been meant to be. Her body changed with age, mature and fertile still, aching for the touch of a male who had finally shown her what fun she could have with it.

He kissed her fiercely, his bare chest pressed to hers, yet they toppled back onto the bed in such a frenzy that they could barely get their limbs into the right place. Her tail lashed out to the side as he bore her back in missionary, Sasha moaning, driving one heel down into the bed and hooking the other leg up and around his hip, dragging him in against her.

"Yes... Please!" She growled, too loud for the moment, though neither of them was thinking about Kao then either. "Fuck me, oh... Ohhh, I've been waiting so long for this."

Carenath was not about to deny her, blood roaring in his ears, muscles stiffening that he had never considered prior. His tail stuck out straight behind him as if it was an embodiment of his cock, his hard member dripping with need. He'd never produced that much pre-cum before, but Sasha had been teasing him for practically hours already, the curtains left open so that the natural light of the moon, the stars and the streetlights not too far from the windows illuminated all that they needed.

She moaned, hissing through her teeth, digging her claws into his back and shoulders, as he penetrated her. It was better, much better than the toys she'd been using lately, thicker, deeper... Oh, he filled her up better than any other dragon as she buried her muzzle in against his shoulder and climaxed right then and there, unable to stop or help herself, shuddering in need. Her pussy lightly pulled and contracted around his spire, though there was no rhythm to it, not in the heat of a rippling, pulsing orgasm like that.

The drake above her trembled and hissed, yet she did not want him to be gentle and, through the haze of her climax, dug her heel into his glute, driving him into her. He thrust, gasping - and then kept going. She set the rhythm and the pace, or at least kickstarted it, thrusting, grinding, boldly filling her with each long, deep stroke of his thick member.

Her head swam. Was that how Fyr felt every time they'd fucked? Oh, she'd been sure that it was Fyr that she'd heard through the walls but, with her paw between her legs, she didn't feel it was her place to say anything - and she'd wanted to keep hearing more, always more. She'd wanted to snatch those little slivers of joy wherever she'd found them, waking in a mess in the morning, her own juices dried on her scales. They could be terrible to get off scales, yet she'd kept on doing it and doing it, seeing no end to the furious masturbatory sessions. Her heats had only become worse too since Carenath had been around and there was no wondering what that was all about, not really.

She had what she wanted as the studly young dragon moved above her, muscles tense, filling her pussy. He was fast and he was sharp, even as her body warmed around him. And, oh, he was big! Carenath was probably the thickest around that she'd ever had and it was in testament to how hot and aroused she'd already been that he had been able to still slide into her so easily.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

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The headboard knocked into the wall with every thrust, but it was thankfully not near Kao's bedroom, not that one, the smaller room down the hallway from Kao's room. No one usually went in there, but all Sasha could do was grit her teeth to hide her moans, to seal back everything that she could, reaching behind her head to grip a pillow, even though everything was already tossed askew.

Carenath could barely believe what he was doing, the fury of orgasm swelling inside him, a wildfire that could not possibly be quelled through any other means. He grunted and heaved, wings flapping, chest juddering with every gasp, but to hold back after so long would have been impossible. He didn't try either, slamming into her, taking his cues from her, how her claws dug into him, demanding more, always more, so much more, claiming his body with hers. He was not claiming her, after all, but it was more of a mutual claiming, his cock filling her, reaching her innermost barrier but sensibly not pounding it.

He wanted her to feel good, better than she ever had, even if that was a touch of male ego at work too. He wanted her to moan for him, to cling to him as if she had never had a guy before - well, maybe not quite like that. Virginity and all that, in his opinion was severely overrated. No one had an amazing first time, regardless of what they said about it.

He pushed into her, grunting, groaning, using the full length of his cock as he stretched her open, the dragoness' breath hot on his neck, tickling his scales. She moaned in unison with him, the two of them louder than they should have been, but they didn't care, a little too far gone, though they were drunk more on lust itself than anything more liquor based.

Sasha clung to him, relishing in his long strokes filling her pussy, how Carenath powered into her. Oh, there was such strength in the young drake, making her want to thrust her hips up to him, but she could not do that with her heel digging into his buttock. She hitched herself up against him instead, using that leg for leverage, muscles burning, all rational thought slipping from her mind.

She was fucking her daughter's boyfriend... And it was fucking hot. Hotter than any fuck she'd had before, blood singing as his thick meat hit every right spot inside her. Her body ached for him and she held on even more tightly as she panted heavily, breasts rolling with every snatch she managed to get into her body.

It was wrong, but something so wrong could not feel so right too - surely that meant that it cancelled out? Lust overwhelmed her, moaning, grunting, burying her muzzle against his shoulder, holding on so tightly that her claws left impressions in his scales wherever she grasped. Car, to his credit, did not even flinch, moaning, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, their tongues twining and twisting together, to muffle her cries.

He was just in time as his thrusts sped up, rocking her body, Sasha panting, arching, trying to do everything that she could to get a dose more of pleasure, right as orgasm hammered her form once again. It pummelled her down into the bed as if it was never going to let her go, though all the dragoness could do was ride it out as the drake thrust and thrust, single-minded in his intent, breath mingling with hers within the heat of their maws. Yet he was close too, she could feel it in the set of his body, how he crammed into her with increasing need, harder and faster, grinding in as deep as he could.

Carenath didn't waste an inch of his cock as her pussy relaxed around him, milking him of his load, balls bouncing off her backside as he thrust, though he had to seal away his roar somehow as he climaxed. One moment he thought he could go on all night and the next he couldn't hold back at all, his balls tightening, feeling as if he was going to blow but lingering there on that peak, the edge of it all, for as long as possible.

Something like that, however, could not be held back forever, not as he growled and groaned and thrust wildly, his cock filling Sasha completely as he ejaculated. Bliss washed through the drake, wave after wave of it, need pounding him, driving him to thrust and thrust, even though he was already very much where he needed to be. It was the best orgasm of his life, better even than sex with Fyr, moaning, grunting, her lips on his, teeth bumping, though neither of them cared. How could they possibly care when they had finally gotten what they'd been craving for so long?

He stayed inside her, panting softly, his cock softening as the final spurts of seed flowed forth. It felt quick, too quick, but he did not draw back too much as he kissed her warmly, kissing her nose, her cheeks, her snout, finally, her lips. Oh, how warm they were... To feel her against him, her chest arching up to him, his paw running down her side to her buttocks, around under the base of her tail. It was a bliss indeed, a tender warmth, their fingers linking.

Strangely, there was no tension between their paws, only a settling of their digits around each other. It was almost as if they were meant to be, though the setting was not quite so romantic that either one of them was thinking that.

They kissed, no words exchanged. They had already said all that needed to be said, pressing in close, whispering sweet nothings that meant nothing, but everything at the same time.

"Mmm..."

"So good..."

Sasha rolled onto her side, quieter that time as his cock hardened again. He was so young, so virile, of course, he would be able to go again. It was easy to imagine, easy to think, the young stud of a dragon pushing into her, stretching open her passage though she was already well slickened with his seed and her arousal. It was easy, too easy, as if their bodies were simply made to fit together, though neither of them could still explain the call that had drawn them to one another.

Right but wrong, but theirs all the same.

He kissed the back of her neck, caressing her body, her breasts, fucking her as hard as he could on his side, letting the rocking thrusts of his body reverberate through her. There was not enough force behind his thrusts, the two of them lying on their sides, facing the same direction, for him to knock the headboard into the wall that time, allowing them a quieter time, his cock driving deep, barely pulling back before thrusting again. It left his cock deeply up into her as he growled against the back of her neck, nose tucked down, as close to her as he could be. Something in him told him that it would have been wrong to pull away. Thus, Carenath did not.

He wanted to be close. He wanted to drink in the scent of her, the tiniest hint of sweat, her red berry perfume, the exoticness of her, the feel of her tail curling back around him, lying over his hip. Even as she raised her leg forward a little for him, hugging her knee towards her chest to give him easy access to her pussy in such a position, he knew he could not stop fucking her, no matter how his heart pounded. There was something there, something stronger, something deeper than he could ever have imagined having with another.

But sex could ease it down, yes, holding her tight, tweaking her nipples, though he could not do too much as her moans threatened to rise again. In such a position, he could not even quiet her with a deep kiss, laughing softly and pushing her muzzle into the pillows when she once again climaxed, his paw between her thighs. His fingers teased and rubbed her clit even as he thrust, but his other arm was cast awkwardly up over the pillows, trying to muffle her groans the best he could. Whether or not Carenath succeeded in that matter was something else entirely.

He thrust and ground deeply, his head swimming, though he needed more, needed that high, lasting longer, trying to savour the moment. He didn't know if he'd ever get to fuck Sasha ever again after that night, what was to come of him or what was to come of their relationship, though the deed was done and, frankly, there was no going back from it. Perhaps they could have turned the course of the river beforehand, but, in that moment, all they craved was one another, need pulsing, whimpering, moaning, thrusting and grinding until he spent himself inside her for a second time. They didn't think to use condoms but, at the very least, Sasha assured him later that she was using contraception, even if she did not specify.

His cum spurted into her as she groaned, arching back, grinding her buttocks into him as he whimpered throatily. Why did that have to feel so good? Alas, his eyes were heavy, the tenor of the night getting the better of him at long last.

The bed was too small for the two of them, but, somehow, they drifted off there, Carenath's cock leaking inside her all night, softening until it could not help but slip out, which was a shame.

The morning, however, brought him face to face with a blue dragoness with a smirk on her lips - that was, of course, before she took his cock into her maw. Carenath groaned, trying to be quiet, but she giggled and waved him off, giving him head before he was even fully away, tail curling back and forth, as pleased as the cat that had gotten the cream.

"Kao's gone to work," she breathed, briefly coming up for air. "Relax... Let me take care of you."

So kind, so warm, so loving. It was wrong how much she reminded him of Fyr, but an older Fyr, perhaps the kind of Fyr that Carenath could have fallen even more head over heels in love with. The need for her was absolute as he ran his paws over her face, memorising the shape of her horns, her cheeks, her muzzle, though his balls ached to spend his load once again.

That time, Sasha climbed up on the bed to straddle him, taking his cock into her pussy, swallowing it up, though it was rougher, coarser, neither of them having to be quiet. She shrieked as she climaxed, her fingers on her own crotch, massaging her pussy, her clit, showing him what she liked even as the drake lay back, mesmerised by her beauty.

How could he have not seen it from the very first time he'd met her? It was impossible to know, even as he bore his heels down into the bed, thrusting up with a studly growl - or, at least, a growl that he hoped was studly. How did a guy even act like that? He didn't know, couldn't know, only wanted to keep fucking her and fucking her until there was no longer anything else left for him. If he could have stayed in bed with the dragoness riding his cock, juices and pussy slurping as she sank onto him, he would have been more than a very happy dragon indeed.

He filled her again, not once but twice, Sasha staying sat down on his hips in the middle so that he could harden up again inside her, surprising himself with how quickly he was ready to go again. Carenath groaned. Maybe that was the effect she had on him?

"You were worth the wait."

Sasha kissed his cheek, allowing him to leave to the bathroom to clean up, while she more than skilfully wiped the scent of sex from the guest room. After all, the two of them had their tracks to cover, even if their thoughts and emotions on what had come to take place between them, blissfully satisfied, were conflicted too.

Yet Carenath wouldn't have changed what happened for the world.

Later that morning, when Fyr came home, nothing was out of the ordinary. Every cushion had been neatly put back into place and every mess cleaned up, though that had been a little more difficult than they'd expected, considering how they had fucked practically all over the living room. Sure, it had been promiscuous and in the nature of exhibitionism, yet the thrill of it, oh... Carenath shivered, even as he hugged her. There was nothing quite like it.

A little guilt in his heart and a little more weight in his stomach? He didn't want to acknowledge it. Maybe if he did not think about it, that would mean that it wouldn't be there any longer, wouldn't bother him anymore.

"I missed you," he breathed, though that was both a lie and a truth at the same time. "So much."

He hugged Fyr tightly, the dragoness peering over his shoulder, a wicked grin stretching her lips wider and wider.

"Hey... Looks like Kao's out already. Mom's not here, the car was gone."

Of course, the car was gone. Carenath had kissed her goodbye, out of view of the front door, before sending her off with a cheeky grope to her backside, one last one just for good luck.

"Yeah?"

He swayed lightly, a smile tugging at his lips too, guilt softening, disappearing. For his girlfriend had something more in mind for him as she led him upstairs to her room, closing the door behind them, though she didn't make sure it was locked. That was not something that she thought she had to worry about anymore.

Neither did she notice anything out of the ordinary as she kissed her way down her boyfriend's chest, his lightly defined abs, all the way down to his throbbing hard-on. He was randy and ready for her and she knelt to eagerly take his cock into her mouth, pushing into the back of her maw. Fyr moaned around him as Carenath rested his paw on her head, grunting, heaving, his chest shuddering with every snatch of breath.

"Oh... Oh, fuck."

He must have needed her, Fyr thought, though he did not cum as quickly as she thought he should have, considering how he panted and trembled with raw need. But that was no matter, no matter at all, not when she was busy enjoying his body, taking his length deep, slurping around it. She didn't even care about the lewder noises that she made, bubbles of saliva working their way free, her lips slick and wet as she slid up and down the pole of his cock.

Yes...

_ _

That was what she needed. It was the best way to wake up again properly the morning after a really good night out, even though Fyr had not overindulged in alcohol in the slightest. She didn't want to do that, not when it tweaked her inhibitions, made her feel looser and freer in a way that didn't line up in how she wanted to be for herself. She didn't want to be ogling the cute drake at the club that they'd gone out to, nor the bartender at the third club that they'd ended up at.

It had been what it had been meant to be for her, a fun night out with her friends and no more than that. Sure, Susan had ended up going home with a gryphon, but she didn't have to worry about that. Susan was single and, in that regard, could do whatever the hell she wanted, as long as she was safe.

Car's cock throbbing inside her maw was all she wanted when it came to sex, the feel of him, so visceral and carnal, the pulse of blood within him. She moaned around him, taking his cock deeper and deeper, relishing in the feel of him grabbing the back of her head and one of her frills, only then beginning to thrust.

He took control, though it was his girlfriend there and not Sasha, growling and snarling, snapping, showing his teeth, though he knew Fyr could not see what he was doing. He needed it, grinding in harder, letting her take it, though he was careful, even through his most powerful of thrusts, not to make her gag. That wasn't what he wanted, not as she gave him the best morning head yet, tongue wrapped around his cock, winding and slithering until he could not resist roaring, blasting out his desire in thick ropes of creamy, viscous spunk.

It all became clear to him in that moment, what he wanted, his girlfriend gulping down his seed readily, wanting to please him. And, of course, he wanted to please her too, to see her happy, always.

Car drew in a shuddering breath, stroking her face, feeling how her cheeks puffed out while she took his cock. That was so cute. He hoped she'd never change that little thing about her. But all was not quite right with the world. He understood, finally, how things had changed.

He wanted Sasha. But he wanted Fyr too.

Did he really have to choose just the one?