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Broken Secrets

Chapter Eight

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

The secret tryst between Car and Sasha continued, subtly under the radar, no one knowing or understanding what was going on between them. Fyr was simply happy that he was so close with her mother, enjoying the fact that there was a stronger relationship between them than she had ever had with her handful of previous boyfriends. In her mind, that was because she was older and wiser - and it was good too, of course, that Sasha approved of Car. Just how much the dragoness approved of her boyfriend, however, was beyond the realm of what Fyr could honestly suspect, even if she did pay attention.

A little grope here and another quickie there: the two of them took every chance and advantage to take what they wanted from one another. Despite Fyr and Car moving in together in their own apartment, it was quite common to find Car popping back over to hang out with Kao, the two of them surprisingly good friends. It was rare to find someone still so into gaming when so many were gearing up with work and college at Kao's age, though Car liked to think that he had found a balance to it that worked too. He wanted to pass that on to Kao too, though life could not be spent solely gaming and neither could it be spent solely working. There had to be a kind of give and take there and, well...hanging around with Kao meant that he was even closer to Sasha too.

But it was not always easy to get away from Fyr when he wanted to be with her and near her too, which was to be expected in a relationship like theirs. He still loved her, even if his sexual desires had somewhat expanded, which was a very mild way of putting what he was doing with her mother...

He let Fyr lean into him as they watched TV with a smile, his arm around her waist, tugging her in closer. The feel of her body fitting so perfectly into the crook of his was not something that he was in any kind of rush to give up and neither did Car wish to see any manner of harm cross her face. In another world and another life, that might have meant that he would have stopped what he was doing, but he was too intoxicated with lust and the exploration of a life and lifestyle that he had not even known existed to give pause to what he had taken in hand in any way.

It was too good, so very good, as he kissed his girlfriend on the forehead and then fucked her at night while his mind was elsewhere. But not always, of course, not as he powered into her, the dragoness on all fours, her tail lifted willingly for him. Sometimes he thought about Fyr when he was fucking her and other times he thought about Sasha. That was because it was not all about focusing on one or the other at any one time, but both, all the time.

Still...that didn't mean that he didn't want to be around Sasha even more, as much as possible.

Sitting at the counter in the kitchen, as small as it was in their modest apartment, a good first place to rent with each other, Fyr swung her legs, perched on a barstool. The cover was torn, as they had picked it up from a yard sale, though she maintained that she loved it anyway.

"Mm... Yeah, mom... That all sounds great."

She held the phone pressed to the side of her head while Carenath crunched away at some particularly noisy breakfast cereal, shooting him a look. He tried not to appear too interested, though he could not help it that he was interested in Fyr when he was with Sasha and vice versa when things were the other way around too. It was simply the way of it, his mind wandering, always excited, always horny, ready for sex at the drop of a hat.

"Car? Car, are you listening?"

He jumped, blushing hard.

"Oops... Yeah? Yeah, I am."

Fyr rolled her eyes.

"No... No, you're not. Mom wants to do some home improvements, says it's quieter now that I'm gone."

Of course, that was a lie. Car knew that Sasha missed her daughter's company: she'd told him herself.

"Ah... Yeah?"

"Yeah, she was asking if you'd mind popping around to help her move some furniture. Might be a bit of painting... I don't really know what she has in mind. I think she just wants to stay busy."

Fyr held her paw over the microphone part of her mobile so that she could talk mostly undisturbed, mentioning something more about hanging pictures and other little DIY things that she could do herself but were easier with company. Company just like Carenath, though Fyr didn't quite get that part. Car's answer, of course, could only be one thing as excitement brimmed over and bubbled in the pit of his belly.

"Yeah... Cool, I guess I could help out. Tomorrow? I'm off, if you think that's okay."

Fyr could not have had any idea just how excited he was about all of it, his stomach churning, winding itself up into knots. If he was there with Sasha, he'd be alone, leaving them more than easily able to enjoy themselves together, even if there might actually have been a lot of fixing up and moving stuff that Sasha had in mind. Either way...him going there could only possibly be a positive thing as his stomach leapt and jumped in pleasant and wonderful ways.

He could barely sleep that night for his excitement of meeting up with Sasha again, his mind running over and over how her scales felt under his fingers, though he wanted to refresh that memory in the forefront of his mind very much. He didn't want to keep looking to memories of lust when he went a few days without seeing her, considering that he and Fyr were living on their own together, no. He would have almost preferred to move into Sasha's house to live with Fyr, in the end, but who knew just how they could have kept up the pretence with Sasha around all the time.

If only he could have been open with Fyr as to his attraction to her mother... Maybe then things could have been easier, but that was not how relationships worked in the real world. He had to make things work for all involved, sly and sneaky, slipping into first one dragoness and then the other.

He got out of his car as cool as a cucumber as he all but strolled up to the front door of the familiar detached home, the garden stretching around the side of the house, where there was a side gate, and then out the back too where the trees at least somewhat offered some privacy in the garden. But he was more than happy to be there with Sasha with the late summer sunshine tickling his scales, even though the months were moving on into autumn. Soon, the leaves would change colour and there would be even more lust to be had when they were all wrapped up together in their shade of winter warming.

As soon as the door opened, Sasha's arm shot out, grabbing his wrist and dragging him inside whether he wanted to go or not. But the stars were aligned in the fact that inside was exactly where Carenath wanted to be, moaning into her mouth as Sasha kicked the door closed behind him, her tail twining with his, holding him tightly, so very tightly.

Although there was not much difference in their heights, Car a little taller than her, it was good for him to be drawn into her arms and held so close and warm, so tight. It was different to Fyr, who folded in against him as if she was softer and lighter, frailer and more fragile, than he deemed Sasha, the mature dragoness confident in what she wanted. It was not that Fyr was not confident, only that Sasha had so many more years of experience at her back that she could not help but simply know more: it was the way of it.

When the kiss broke, tongues tangled, breathless and panting, sharing the warmth of their breath, his shaft had already risen to full attention. Carenath wasn't all that sure how much work they would be getting done. Maybe just enough to make it look like they had been doing something there would be enough, but it was much better to lean into her embrace, to feel the soft, full swell of her tits against his chest.

He groaned softly. How could he not want her? If only things were different, if only he could really have the best of both worlds in an even more carnal, forward way than he already had taken for his own... But he had to make do with what he'd gotten for himself and lust over it exactly as it was. The dragoness caressed his muzzle gently, lips on his, kissing, drawing him deeper into the house.

"Kao's working," she breathed, her breath mingling with his. "Oh, Car... Car... It's so good to see you, really, so good..."

He couldn't stop himself, growling deep in the back of his throat, hitching her up against the wall beside a family photo of Sasha and Fyr right there in the hallway. She'd worn a long, flowing skirt that was easy enough to hike out of the way, and he fumbled with the zip of his jeans, cursing under his breath while she wrapped her legs around him.

"Yes, Car, yes!"

Sasha could only encourage the lusty young drake on with every horny bone in her body, her claws digging into him, moaning for him. Of course, she hadn't bothered to wear panties at home, knowing that he would be by soon, her pussy open and ready for him as she slid down, his cock freed and questing for entrance. He pushed into her easily, too easily, her passage opening up around him as he sank into her hot vent with a lewd, loud squelch. The drake moaned, kissing her fiercely, making her head swim and spin as if she was a much younger dragoness all over again.

Oh... Oh, he brought out another side of her, the side of her that made her want to run through the surf and leap and play and prance and act like she was young again. As his cock powered into her, she felt that vitality of youth all over again flowing through her with every thrust of his dick and beat of her heart, the sloppy sound of his cock sinking into her filling the hallway. They were too close to the door, far, far too close, yet she didn't have the heart to ask him to take her further away, feeling as light and as carefree as she had in her younger days, before her life had taken a far more responsible turn.

Not that had been a bad thing, not at all... She'd gotten Fyr and Kao out of it and there could be nothing better than the two of them in her life, the children that she doted on. But she needed raw lust and passion too, the thrill of doing something that she wasn't quite supposed to, heart leaping, pounding, reminder her that she was so much more than the sum of decisions made over twenty years ago.

No... No, she needed a drake like Car, just like him, only him. It was only him that could make her feel as if she could, once again, take on the whole world, whimpering and moaning, weakly trying to rock her hips up to him as he pounded her. There was nothing too rough that he could do to her as every stroke sank deep, the photo on the wall jumping and juddering where the vibrations of their tryst rocked it, teasing it with the nuances of their passion.

There were other photos there too, though Car could not find it at all in himself to care as he fucked her, her thick thighs closed around him, the heat of her body rising. The tiny glint of perspiration was a delicious lick of a taste on the air, something more carnal that gave what lay between them further substance, his jaws tilted to the side so that he could lock his together with Sasha's, further deepening the kiss.

There was no fuck quite like one that came with such a passionate kiss, the dragoness moaning into his mouth, clinging to him as if he was the only thing that kept her from falling. The spear of his cock rammed deep, teasing up against her most intimate of places, though the pull and tug of her flesh stimulated her G-spot and her clit at the same time, every thrust coming with a wave of pleasure. Despite her position, Sasha humped desperately against him, every rock and push of her hips coming with a new rise of determination, need flowing through her like it never had before. It was new, yes, different, but all in a way that she longed to experience it all for herself over and over again, just to see what fresh corners she could uncover from the map of desire.

He climaxed inside her quickly, before she'd gotten off on Car's dick, though that was all by the by, considering just how much fun they were lined up to have together that day. The drake broke the kiss with a heavy pant, warm breath rushing over Sasha's neck as he pressed his face into the crook of it, heaving against her.

"Ah... Oh... Fuck..."

"Mmmmph, let it all fill me, honey..."

Sasha tipped her head back, baring the vulnerable expanse of her throat to the young drake, though she had no worry at all that he would do anything other than wonderful things with those nippy, teasing teeth of his. Only pleasure was to pass between them as he released his seed into her pussy, bareback as always, though they had not considered whether there would be consequences to that. Sasha was old enough that it was unlikely that she would conceive, though she had not gone through her cycle as yet that would cease her ovulation completely, even if they were not currently monthly.

She blinked softly, kissing his head, stroking his horns. That was not something that she was going to worry about. It had been Car, of course, that had taught her to smile and take a little risk in life. She was sure that everything would work itself out in the end anyway, she had complete faith in that.

Panting, Car licked her nose cutely and set her down on her feet while Sasha shook her head, not bothering to find any underwear to slip back on. The scent of his cum oozing and drooling from her, marking her inner thighs, would fill every room that they were working in, even if Sasha's loins burned with the ache of desire that could not be set aside.

Neither did they want to set it aside. But they wanted to draw it all out for as long as possible, to completely savour the experience as they had not truly had the chance to do before.

It was time for a new experience that day, more so than ever before.

"So..." Car smirked, his paw on his hip, cocked out a little jauntily. "What needs doing around here? I'm at your service."

Bopping him lightly on the nose, Sasha giggled, hips swaying lightly from one side to the other.

"You surely are, darling... But there are some things to do around here. I'm sure you will be..." She paused, turning her back on him, tail flicking up to expose her buttocks under her skirt for a moment. "...Very useful..."

Of course, Carenath's level of use to her could not be helped by the fact that he was head over heels for her, watching Sasha more than he was watching where he hammered nails for pictures or dragged the furniture about.

"I want to get a new carpet in..." She said, eyeing up the floor as if the carpet was about to spring to life right there and then. "But I don't know what to get. You must all think this is terribly boring, but you'll understand when you're older. When you have your own home together with Fyr and you can put your little touches on a place that is yours, just yours. It's one of the nicest things in the world to choose something for yourselves and make your home something of your own vision with someone you love."

Carenath smirked, taking one of the carpet samples, which was a good metre squared in size, his eyebrows raised.

"I'm sure..." Sadly he wasn't as into the romantic side as Sasha was. "But perhaps we should test this one out for you first?"

She didn't even get the chance to ask him what he had in mind as he bore her down onto the carpet swatch on her back, the original carpet of the room helping to cushion them a little better from the harder floor underneath them. He pinned her arm back over her head while her free paw caressed him, moans filling the air as they came together, his jeans tugged down so that his bare arse was exposed, underwear tucked under his balls.

Some parts of it might not have been comfortable, like how the elastic of his underwear caught on his scales, behind his nuts and yet still, somehow, in the way, but it was all worth it to hear her moans filling the air. His cock fit inside her perfectly, slick still with his load of cum slopping about in there, dripping and drooling, yet her natural juices softened the path further for him. Car moaned out loud, tongue flickering out briefly over the edge of his lips, eyes half-lidded in lust.

And yet...it was the kind of moment that he could imagine taking with her before a roaring fireplace, logs crackling in the hearth as sparks leapt and jumped, snapping up the freshly fed kindling. Long, deep strokes pounded into her, Sasha's breath catching, pulse fluttering in her throat. There was no rush, not even in the middle of the day, knowing that, finally, they had more time together than ever before, so much time to let their passions truly show as, so very sadly, they had not yet been able to do so far.

"Oh... Oh, Car..."

Sasha breathed slowly, deeply, though her chest juddered lightly as if she was not able to take all the air that she needed into her lungs at any one time. The dragoness panted faintly and moaned, rolling her head from one side to the other, but all she could do was relish in the moment. The feel of his fingers curling around hers, the soft carpet under her, the more worn one that was in the living room beneath even that, imagining being somewhere else with him, somewhere even more romantic. Perhaps there would even be birdsong outside the window, tickling at their ears, but none of that would matter as they hid away from the brightness of the day in teasing embraces and smouldering lust that had no end.

Deeper and deeper... The drake used the full extent of his cock as he covered her body with his, pressing in as close as he could to give her as much stimulation as possible. Car moaned, kissing her muzzle, kissing her neck, adoring every part of her that his lips could reach, though he did not lock jaws with her again. It was time for something softer, something lighter, even though there was nothing in it at all that could have made it any less passionate than all was between them.

And when her cries of orgasm filled the living room, Sasha rocked her hips up to meet him, her pussy clenching around him, messily squirting, barely able to believe that he had pushed her to such a sweet extent and loving every second of it all the same. Her pussy flexed and pulled around him, massaging him erratically, muscles contracting and tugging, drawing him to the edge even as she stole his need from him in a breathy gasp. His grip on her paw tightened as orgasm took him, the rush of her orgasm too much for the drake to bear, moaning and whimpering out loud, hips working, pumping, frantic in the deluge of climax.

Only when he had spent himself entirely into her did he allow himself, slowly, to slip out, lying beside the dragoness, the two of them all hot and flustered, half-dressed. Carenath's smirk smouldered. Well, that was one thing that he could fix in a quick little moment at least...

The drake tugged at her shirt, drawing it softly up and over her head, baring her in her brassiere. He felt like it had been a long time indeed since he had gotten to see her fully naked, licking his lips, need rising, even though he'd only just gotten off. It was not all about the climax and the act of orgasm, not for him, but being close to her, tracing patterns that meant nothing and everything all at once on her scales, down over her stomach, the light softness there, though her figure was more appealing to him for it. It made her real, for not every body could be honed and sculpted and Carenath would not have said either that he was a fitness god who had just strutted out of the gym.

Their bodies were real and he kissed the rise of her cleavage reverently, Sasha moaning, stroking his head, around the base of his horns. That felt better than he had realised it could, grunting softly as she rubbed them, nuzzling between her breasts until Sasha acquiesced and slipped the hooks on her bra free, revealing her tits.

There, he lapped and nuzzled, curling his tongue lovingly around first one nipple and then the other, taking his pleasure in the passion of the moment, slow and languid, taking his time.

"Mmm... Honey that feels... Ah..."

Sasha shuddered, a paw wanting to go between her legs, though she had Car there, his tail wriggling up between them. Where his shaft was soft, his tail would never lose the firmness of muscle there, slipping inside her as it sank into her pussy. She gasped, the splurge of her juices drooling thickly around his bronze appendage, wriggling and teasing, pressing up deeper, though it was not quite thicker than his cock. Well, at least to the extent of what could be pushed up into her, for she was not bottomless like some seemed to think that a lady was!

His tail pumped firmly, smoothly, grinding over her G-spot quite deliberately with every thrust, aiming to give her as much pleasure as he could and only that. It squirmed deliciously up inside her and it was even pleasurable for Car to feel her squeezing around his tail, for he had never honestly considered just how many small, sensitive nerve endings were present in the appendage. It was not as fleshy nor as sensitive as his shaft, of course, yet there was still a pleasurable warmth to be had there, a hitch in his breath, nuzzling and suckling on her breasts with raw lust and relish as he took her.

"Ah... Yes... Oh, Car... Ohhh..."

Sasha could barely keep still, squirming and twisting, rolling her hips up to him. Truly, she had not been aware that she had been at all able to make that shape with her back anymore, her flexibility not quite what it used to be. Yet she was still strong in herself and more vital than she had given herself credit for, rolling onto her side, lifting her upper leg up and up and up, so that it nearly pointed straight at the ceiling. Her chest heaved, breasts rolling with snatches of hard-won breath, the softness of the carpet under her warming rapidly to the heat of her body.

Pleasure was not to be held back from, however, not as Car's shaft slowly hardened again and he brought the pulsing heat within her loins, the aching twists of lust to be found there, to a flourishing high. With another cry, the dragoness climaxed noisily, clenching down as hard as she could around his shaft, muscles tense, deliberately bearing down all to keep his tail inside her cunny for as long as possible. And yet her eyes still hungrily landed on his cock, the thick meat of it, what that pole of pleasure could do to her, if only it was crammed up in just the right place, stretching her out.

Sasha moaned, shuddering, waves of ecstasy wracking her in orgasm, though she did not quite let her tongue dangle from her maw. She wondered too, even through the haze of electric thrill, if other things would feel just as good, a little backdoor play, perhaps, for that was something that had only happened with her a long, long time ago. The dragoness had picked up a few very small toys over the years, but something about the younger drake made her want to be hot and kinky, to flirt and play with new sensations and pleasures that had not quite felt like they had been hers to take before.

Well, now that had changed. Sasha moaned as he drew his tail out, his cock taking its place as she kept her leg raised for him, the drake tucked up behind her with easy access to her pussy. She kept her blue wings folded down as tightly to her back as she could manage, but such a small thing was not about to be an issue as he thrust and filled her, ramming delightfully into the sloppy mess of her pussy all over again.

"Unff..."

The drake groaned, thrusting, grinding, yet the need in his body was a rise and a fall that was to be ridden, not drawn out forever. He wanted to cum, but he wanted that closeness and those moments with Sasha more, panting lightly, moaning out loud, pressing in close as he nuzzled the top of her head. The dragoness did not have a mane or hair or anything of that like, her elegantly shaped horns and delicately strong features all that she needed to be a feminine, gorgeous beauty in herself.

"Yes... Car... Ohhhh, harder!" Losing herself a little, the dragoness hissed and grunted, eyes wild as she arched her back to force her body onto his cock as much as she was able, squeezing around him. "You feel...ah...so fucking good... Ah... You can go harder than that, stud, I really want to feel you fucking me!"

Her crude use of language was not something that Carenath usually heard slip from her lips, but the drake was not about to pass up a chance to please her, increasing the pace of his hips, a low growl rising. He didn't have the words to spare at his disposal, yet he could still lick and nibble faintly at the tuck of her ear, lips and tongue teasing, circling and lapping faintly around the base of her horn. Sasha shuddered and twisted against him, a feral goddess so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that it was a wonder that she had even come down from her high at all.

Yes, her body was something to be savoured and revered as much as her mind, the sweetness of her. He wished he had seen her before, met her earlier, though he was hardly all that far past the awakening of his sexual interest, only being in his early twenties. As his cock ploughed into her, he faintly contemplated that they had, in fact, come into each other's lives at exactly the right time. He only hoped to give the dragoness as much as she had given him, perhaps without even knowing all that she had done for him too.

He could hope. But Car could fuck her harder, faster, give her everything that she deserved, all that she craved. Anything that Sasha asked for would be given in but an instant, his goddess, his sweet darling, a dragoness who had brought so much light and life to his life that there was no going back to the life he'd known before. Not as he thrust and filled her, his cock stretching her out, though her body fit him like a glove. They'd always been meant to find each other, he was sure of that, though it could have been said to be a little cliché. But who in the world cared one bit about cliches when there were so many far more delightful things in the world to lavish attention on?

That was just how Carenath found himself caressing and squeezing her breasts, adoring her, whispering to her how good she felt, that he didn't want anything other than to keep fucking her, serving her, doing everything that she could ever have wanted from him. Breath, eventually, had to be reserved for thrusting, her orgasm sweeping through her body and up into him as he roared out his climax: yet another for their illicit tryst.

A sloppy mess of cum and dragoness arousal filled her pussy, oozing and dripping and bubbling out around the length of his thick meat, her pussy lips strained around him as if the drake, in fact, was a size too large for her. Although it was a struggle, without adequate preparation and arousal, for him to push into her, the fit was perfect: enough for pleasure and a delicious stretch without breaking the moment with anything that would not have played into their brand of lust.

He filled her to what felt like the brim, drawing back to mark her pussy crudely with the last few spurts of seed, dripping over her scales. Car painted her crotch and inner thighs with the mess of his cream, a thick cream-pie slopping from her pussy, folds parted to expose the slightly darker gape of her sex, showing all that they had done. They giggled, kissed and cuddled, though the mess, unfortunately, had to be attended to, lest they be uncovered simply by the stains that they'd left on the carpet.

"Mmm, I've never gotten off that hard before," Sasha purred, dropping a tender kiss on his cheek as they struggled back to sense once more, light-headed and giddy in the afterglow. "No one makes me feel as good as you do, Carenath, truly."

They knew that they had to get up, barely dressing, doing something. It was good to simply be around one another, however, enjoying the new closeness and intimacy of each other's company, Sasha finding a pair of skimpy underwear that she cheekily teased had "not" been bought for him (Car disagreed) just so that cum and her arousal would not simply slop down her legs when they were moving about. A skirt fell past her knees, allowing gropes and teases to come easily, though his shorts, which had been left there and were thankfully still clean, didn't offer quite the same access. Still, he could wear nothing at all on top, letting Sasha's eyes roam his chest, panting softly, licking her lips.

He was a fine piece of dragon flesh indeed, though more so for the dragon eh was underneath than his physical appearance. Car was exactly her type and Sasha could not help but test him, just a little, wanting to see just how far he was willing to go for her. Physical stress was one thing, though his strength in a small, compact frame was curious to her too, the dragon moderately muscled but not to the extent that one would have thought that he spent hours in the gym every day. No, his muscle was more functional, a pleasant aesthetic, Sasha assisting with the end of the sofa as they rearranged the living room - just to start.

"It's got to look different," she murmured, shaking her head. "It's time for a change..."

Car didn't press the issue, though he did, briefly, slide his arm around her waist in a hug. He knew that part of that was to do with her relationship with Fyr. It had been a little easier for him to move out from his parents' house, to be fair, but they had not had the kind of relationship that Sasha and Fyr had. That was something that he had to respect, even though it was not something that he had.

Still, one thing he could do for Sasha as he fondled her under her skirt, kissing her passionately, his cock throbbing up hard and wantonly to attention again, was take her mind off it. That was, of course, if that was what Sasha wanted from him too, which he could try to assist with. He picked her up in his arms, carrying her, step by step, up the stairs, her arms around his neck, breath snatched away.

"Oh... Car..."

There were things to do upstairs, of course, but they didn't cross their minds, not one bit, not as Car laid Sasha out across the guest bedroom, a few boxes around sort of hinting at them doing something, something that wasn't sex. It was such a flimsy excuse that it was a wonder that it needed to be hinted at in the first place, though he ripped her skirt off with relish, revealing the rich, blue hue of her scales again.

That time was sweeter still, kneeling over her chest on the bed on the dragoness' bidding, Sasha licking her lips as she gently but firmly drew his cock between her breasts.

"There are things I've been wanting to try, Carenath," she murmured, encouraging him to thrust between her tits, squeezing them around the hot length of his shaft. "Things... Well... I couldn't do them with my husband, not before... Mmm, that was so long ago, but he... He was a good drake, a strong drake."

Car's expression twisted, his heart tugging for her.

"Oh, Sasha..."

"No, no... Honey, not like that." She smiled, putting a paw to her breast, teasing the length of his cock as he thrust between her breasts still, encouraging him on. "I'm not sad about that time anymore, not like that, but...mmm...I never got to try some things with him. I hear anal can be really good...unff...for a drake and a dragoness."

Carenath wasn't quite sure what to make of it, not sure whether she was suggesting that for one or the other of them, excitement coursing through, desire pounding. Yet the dragoness moaned so sweetly to him, not wanting him to stop, wanting him to keep going, that all he could do was to keep thrusting, pushing between her scaled breasts while she cried out his name.

"Mmm... Yes, Car... Ah... More, please!"

She was a lustful beast in the heat of the moment, snarling, licking her lips, more feral than he had ever seen her. And yet he adored her even more for letting her guard down around him, making him wonder if he too had those vulnerabilities inside him also. He'd thought that he had nothing so soft in the pit of his being, not then, that he could not have anything at all to dredge up for her, panting, moaning, the dragoness encouraging him to fuck her more and more roughly.

"Just think about the pleasure, Car," she hissed, eyes glinting with draconian glee. "Think about...ah...how good it feels... Paint my tits with your load, baby!"

It was not a term of endearment that she had used in a long time, but it felt right directed at Car, her heart surging as the drake's head fell back. He moaned and panted, tail lashing the air, but he could not do any more than fall prey to the moment itself as need rushed through him, thick and hot and fast in a snarling blast of desire.

He couldn't help himself, not even as Sasha half sat up, paws bracing for him, her eyes wide, her lips moving with words that he could not hear. He was too caught up in his lust, cock jerking, spurting, coating her muzzle, her neck and her tits too in a creamy dose of his cum. It seemed like his balls could hold far, far more than expected, or that he was simply very quick to recharge, for it was not a lighter load at all, not even as Sasha grabbed him, shaking him too roughly by the shoulders.

"Car! That was the door!"

The drake panted, blinking, his eyes unfocused.

"Wha... What?"

"Mom? Car? Where are you guys? I brought lunch!"

That snapped him into action, his girlfriend's words drifting up the stairs, the creak of the bottom one sending him on onto his hind paws. His clothes! Where were they? Oh, Sasha didn't have her T-shirt, the dragoness lunging for one of the old storage boxes in there, digging through, cursing under her breath.

"Damn it, damn it... What is she doing here?"

Creak, creak, creak. The stairs told the tale of Fyr's passage, her ascent to the debauchery that was taking place in the upstairs spare room.

The dragoness' stomach churned and she lobbed a T-shirt that had belonged to her husband back over her shoulder, smacking Car in the side of the face, though Sasha hoped it was plain enough for her to get away with. She didn't think that Fyr knew about that T-shirt, that she still had it, and it would be strange enough for her to see Car wearing it but kind of right too? She didn't know, could not know, not as Car dressed himself hastily once more, barefoot but that would not matter. It was her that had to wipe off the cum from her face, shoving it into the corner of the room, scrunched up and balled up, a towel of some kind - perhaps a beach towel that she had taken to beach with the kids when they'd been younger?

It was just in time, Car helping her up, laughing giddily, the door popping open with a certain red dragoness' head in view. Fyr cocked her head.

"Oh... You guys are in here?" She frowned, her brow a little furrowed, though it was more confusion than anything else. "I thought you were working on the living room or something? The new pictures look nice in the hallway, mom."

"I... Yeah, I had them stored, but I wanted a bit of fresh colour in here."

Fyr, however, did not look quite as convinced as they would have liked her to, though Car's heart pounding was not a fair indicator of whether her nostrils had twitched a little or not. Maybe she could smell the cum in the air, the recent scent of sex and sweat, a tantalising twist of musk that could only be called upon when in such throes of passion. He licked his lips, trying to look as innocent as possible, which, in his case, was not all that innocent at all.

The older dragoness, however, had a smile on her lips, fussing with a box as if she had been going through it, a little distracted, her attention pretending to be elsewhere. Car knew that she could not have possibly been thinking about anything other than how her scales dried with his seed, the mark of it clearly still there under her clothes, for it was not as if she'd had the chance to clean up properly, not yet. Would she even with Fyr being there?

"Oh, that's... We didn't do much in the living room...not yet..." Sasha cast about wildly for something, mind racing. "That's because we were out in the garage! You know how much junk there is down there to sort out - I don't think I've ever gone through it!"

The dragoness before them considered the idea for a moment, Car's heart hammering, blood roaring in his ears. There was still the scent of cum and sex in the air...but would Fyr buy it? Would she even believe something like that?

Fyr didn't know that Sasha had already started sorting the garage out the week before and that most of what had been done in there was the result of her own digging and scraping, sorting into boxes. But it served as a ploy as Car half shrugged and smiled, taking her into his arms.

"Fy-Fy, you're so sweet to bring us lunch," he murmured, kissing her forehead. "Shall we go eat it? We don't have to hang out here."

"Aw..."

Fyr melted into his touch, a little weak at her knees. How lucky was she to have a boyfriend that made her feel like that, who treated her so well and looked after her very own mother with the same care and diligence that he looked after her? Her heart warmed through, perched at the round table in the kitchen where most of her meals growing up had been eaten, setting the takeout food at each placing.

"Just sandwiches, I'm afraid, but I made sure there were extra jalapenos on there for you, mom. They were out of the special garlic sauce that you like, but I hope these will make up for it at least a little."

Sasha smiled, secretly glad that her favourite sauce was not available. As tasty as it was, her inclinations for certain kinds of food had changed a little since getting together with Car, whatever the true nature of their relationship was. Kissing and having fresh breath was one of her less stringent concerns but still very much a concern of hers all the same.

They set everything back up downstairs, though Car hoped that Fyr did not want to see what they had supposedly been getting done in the garage, for he did not know that Sasha had already been toiling away in there alone. The round kitchen table filled with food as they all sat close to devour it, Car hungrier than he could have expected after such a sexually fulfilling day already.

His girlfriend was there, however, so close to him, her bare knee brushing his. She'd worn shorts too, though on her it exposed her luscious legs, the thickly alluring swell of her thighs. It was not that she was large, not by any means, but there were curves and softer shapes to a lady's body that a male simply couldn't say the same of, his arousal high even just sitting there beside her.

Without thinking, he nudged his hips a little closer to her, paw on her thigh, trailing a line up to the hem of her shorts, closer and closer to her crotch.

"Oh!"

Fyr jumped, giggling, though she didn't have to hide her enjoyment of being so near to her boyfriend from her mother. Yet she didn't know what was going on between them, that her boyfriend was not only her boyfriend anymore, that there was something more at play, taking another bite of her sandwich to cover up her slight fluster.

"Where did that shirt come from, Car?" She asked, between bites of food. "I don't think I've seen it before."

Cooler and calmer now that he had some food in his stomach, the drake shrugged casually while Sasha looked away.

"Oh... That was just something in the drawer, had it for years," he lied smoothly, though it was a small lie, a little white lie. "I didn't want to get my usual ones too dirty doing stuff here. I didn't know what Sasha needed help with yet!"

Sasha chuckled, shaking her head.

"Yes, I'm afraid I have let the storage spaces get into rather a state over the years... I suppose you two will come to see the same in time. There never seems to be enough time in the day to get everything done, let alone keep everything running smoothly... Though I want you two to make sure you enjoy yourselves too. I'll always be around to help out."

Sasha took things a little too seriously there and Fyr chuckled, nodding, rolling her eyes, ever the supportive daughter, but still the daughter, all the same, who had heard it all before.

"Yeah, sure, mom, don't worry about that. Everything's going to be okay, I'm sure, there's nothing you need to worry about here. And what are you even wearing? Is that blouse from the back of your wardrobe too?"

It was the sort of top that would have been fashionable twenty or maybe even thirty years back, but Fyr was not to know that, poking familiar fun at her mother. It was a comfortable place to be, even if Fyr did not understand the circumstances in which that shirt had come to exist again, but they all moved comfortably within the conversation, light-hearted and easy with one another.

Yet Sasha and Car could not wait for Fyr to leave, closer to each other after that one teasing touch of his fingers on Fyr's thigh than he was to her. It was not that they wanted to particularly see the back of her, everyone enjoying time together, chuckling and scrunching up the wrappers of their eaten lunches, but more that the drake and the dragoness in question could only feel comfortable in one another's arms, truly and utterly.

"Well, if you're sure you're okay to stay, Car... I don't want to put you up to all too much, but I did get called into work this afternoon..."

Sasha had said that she had a lot to do and Fyr had fallen for it, even if some of what she said was manufactured excuses just to spend more alone time with Carenath. The drake pretended to be a little reluctant, regardless of how his heart pounded for her, grumbling good-naturedly, even though everything was lining up for them more than perfectly.

The rest of the afternoon and perhaps even the early evening with Sasha could not have been set up more perfectly, Carenath kissing his girlfriend goodbye on the step, watching her drive off, all while his hard-on once again swelled in his pants. Sasha snuck up behind him, the car barely out of sight, her arms around him, drawing him less than gently back into the house.

"We have unfinished business, you and I..."

Perhaps they should have waited a little bit longer to see if Fyr was gone first, but they had made more than enough excuses for Car to stick around, helping Sasha, supposedly, with some things and doing other things independently simply so that she could get more done. Of course, there would be some things needed, but Sasha didn't care about that, not right then.

Stripping off their clothes together, they kissed in the wet warmth of the shower, water rushing over their scales, soothing any aches and pains that had found a bearing on their bodies so far from their forms. They needed that too, that moment of softness and sweetness between them, kisses tangled with droplets of water spilling into their mouths, around teeth and under tongues, closer than ever. It was there, in the sultry heat of the shower, that Car was able to wash his dried seed from her breasts, softly with a sponge and then his tongue, enjoying the softness of her body.

His tongue flickered up and curled around his nipple, Sasha moaning, arching her back so that her chest pushed more urgently against his muzzle.

"Ah... Car... Car, I need you..."

She faced the wall, bracing, her head a little lower, the moment lustful and still passionate, the edge of something a little coarser and rougher lingering in the air. For there were grunts and moans to be found in loving whimpers too, his shaft hard as he pressed into her once again. The dragoness moaned for him and his paws naturally found her hips as if they were meant to rest there, curling around the rise of the bones there, driving in, using the bracing of her body for leverage as he moaned in time with her.

She took him quickly, milking him with her pussy, though her passage could not close enough around him for his thrusts to come with any degree of difficulty. The silken tightness and slipperiness of her pussy was simply needed for their mutual pleasure, whimpering, grunting, not caring how loud they were. The roughness of their bodies coming together was needed after the rush of getting clothes on after their rude interruption - for that was exactly how they saw it. It was exciting to feel as if they would be caught, but they still didn't want to be caught. That would mean that their fun would come to an end.

And who would have wanted that?

His cock fit inside her perfectly, her pussy hugging him like a tightly fitting glove, yet the dragoness' orgasm was too powerful to not draw his from him too. It milked and rippled around his shaft as if there was only one purpose in life, at least between them, panting, moaning, the rushing water concealing their cries. Not that they had to be quiet, not even as he licked and nipped passionately about her neck, tongue flickering over her scales, his shaft throbbing.

He was not slow to climax as he thrust, grinding into her, driving deep, hips slapping her backside, her tail pushing up against his stomach and chest. Sasha cried out his name through orgasm as her hips rocked from side to side, her pussy clenching around him, taking every drop of cum from him that his climax, once again, had for her. He didn't pull out, cumming bareback inside her, drooling thickly around the base of his cock, the water washing it lightly away.

But there was no more cleaning and tidying and fixing and sorting for the two of them, at least not for a little while, not as Sasha drew him into her bedroom.

"Remember what I said about anal, Car?" She murmured, kissing his muzzle, his neck, panting, whimpering, breathing out his name. "I wanna do that...with you. I've only had toys before. Have you...mmmm...tried?"

He had not and he was sure that she knew that too, despite them not knowing one another as well as they could have - not yet. That would all come in time as they kissed and got to know the ins and outs, the rhythms of their bodies. But the lure of something new was enticing to him, though he had not deeply considered anal before, not thinking that sexual exploration was that close to an option for him. Things like that didn't always happen organically, however, in a fit of passion: sometimes they were proposed by a dragoness who had been teasing her backdoor entrance with toys for many, many years already and just wanted to see what more could be led into pleasure for her.

"I don't want to hurt you," he murmured, kissing her lips, her fingers on his neck, drawing him in close. "Are you sure about this?"

Sasha chuckled, lying back on the bed, one leg raised and hooked up with her paw. In such a position, the roundness of her arse, even while she was lying on her back, was exposed, along with the softness of her pussy and the pucker of her tail hole.

"Absolutely, darling... Oh, I've been waiting a long time for a little something that kinky!"

They took it slowly, of course, kissing and nuzzling, his lips teasing her neck, though neither really had to get the other ready with foreplay, not after so much had come to pass already between them. The hardness of his cock swelled with readiness for her, her paw tight around him, though they tried a few different positions, the angle different when it came to anal penetration rather than vaginal.

But the pleasure, oh... There were so many different nerve-endings in there to tease, settling with her lying on her belly, her legs slightly parted, though they did not need to be. It made things a little tighter like that, a little more succulent, while all he had to do was to support himself over her, his cock lubed up with a bottle that Sasha had in the bottom drawer of her bedside dresser. She said that not too much was needed, but he overdid it just because he wanted to be careful with her, to take great care so that her body did not strain too much around him.

It could have been too rough, but it was surprisingly easy with Sasha to lead him. The dragoness moaned softly, her nose pressed into the pillows, sensation overwhelming her as he pressed into her backside, deeper and deeper, inch after delicious inch pushing deep. Her moans rose and he kissed the back of her neck, her head, her cheek, anywhere he could reach. All the drake wanted to be was close to her, pressing in, his shaft filling her backside, the pleasure immense.

It was tighter...but not at the same time, a different kind of penetration than what he was used to. Car grunted and panted, straining not to cum right there and then, though he thought that the only reason that he didn't get off straight away was because he'd cum so many times that day already.

"Oh, god..." He moaned, his chin resting, trembling, on her head, between her horns. "That feels... Ah... Yes... Ohhhh..."

Her moans joined his, though it was a very different experience for the dragoness indeed, grunting and panting into the pillows. He was not larger than the biggest toy that she had taken under her tail, but Sasha was very much grateful for the liberal dose of lube that she'd painted his shaft with, even if she had not thought that it would be needed. It helped reduce the friction of him pushing into her, easing the path of his cock, throbbing and aching and pulsing inside her.

It was so much more carnal than a toy, the feel of real flesh and blood stretching out her tail hole. There was a softness around his shaft, a give that her toys did not have, as if the hardness of his length resided more in the centre of his shaft than the exterior. She shuddered.

It was real, so very real, all in a way that silicone toys and most certainly her glass toys too could not, blood pulsing, his hips pumping. Her moans rose and roses, pussy drooling her arousal, though he ground and pressed her down into the bed a little more with every thrust, a touch of stimulation on her clit. Such a position, however, did not allow Car to squeeze his paw between their bodies, not to please her, not to tease her, not in any way.

Not everything, after all, could come all at once, not with such lust in the air. He had to take it slow, take it easy, sliding more and more of his cock into her with short, slow thrusts, spreading her out, stretching her open. The tightness there was more than enough to take up the entirety of their shared attention, moan after moan filling the air, his hips juddering, glutes clenching. The drake let out a long, low moan as if he wanted nothing more than to thrust and to spear into her completely, yet he ached in position, yearning to make it as good for Sasha too as he possibly could.

Later he would realise that he had never considered the feelings and pleasures of another with that intensity. Of course, he'd always wanted his sexual partners to feel good, but never to the extent that it was an all-encompassing drive, not a passing fancy, not just something he could sit back and grin about afterwards. Sex was fun and it was "funner" when he was with Sasha, but he tucked down close to the dragoness, laying the length of his body lovingly out over hers, sharing breath and sharing moans.

Closer and closer... Every pump of his hips brought with it a fresh wave of delight, his head spinning, heat creeping between them in a flushing flare of warmth in their scales. Carenath panted hotly, tongue lolling out, Sasha's grunts urging him on into the throes of passion, drive after drive of his hips calling her on, whimper by whimper.

"Yes, Car... Yes... Ohhhhh..."

Not quite climax but almost there, the pressure too great for her, her body taking everything it could from the moment despite her pussy being left empty. Maybe next time she would take Carenath up under her tail while she had a toy in her pussy too, working the latter deep so that she could feel him even more intimately inside her. The dragoness' head pounded and yet she had pinned herself in such a position, flat out on her front, that she could not rock back, deliciously submissive as she moaned for him to fuck her, to pound her. She knew she could take it, the slap of his hips on her trembling buttocks rising, flesh soft where she could not clench, lest lose control of herself and her body completely.

He grunted, unable to hold back, the dragoness along for the ride well and truly as his breath washed hotly over the back of her neck. It was raw and it was carnal and it was rough, everything that she could have possibly wanted from an afternoon fuck, more than enough to stoke the fire of her lust. And, oh, she had not felt that truly flaring up for so many years, unable to think of much else other than Car, how good he felt, how tightly he held her, how her heart did that funny, little fluttering thing whenever he was around.

It was not just sexual attraction...but anything more they could come to later, much later.

"Unff... Yes, Car... Mmm..."

She moaned out his name, reaching back despite the strain in her back and arm from twisting, to hold his face, fingers brushing the line of his cheek. Yet the drake knew what she wanted as he powered more strongly into her, their bodies coming together as he enjoyed his very first anal experience, trembling on the edge of climax. The edge could not be balanced on for all that long, however, and he climaxed in her arse with a grunting warble of a moan that sounded like it may have been a cry of lust at some point. Any words that had been present there were lost in his utterance of lust, pressing down against her, the seal around his cock so deliciously tight that, until he pulled out, later, in a messy cream-pie, there was no way for any of his seed to escape.

So, it was right there that Car stayed as he trembled on top of her, kissing her scales, adoring her, whispering to Sasha just how amazing she was. The dragoness whimpered faintly, dazed in the afterglow of a strange little orgasm that had just about come through with her groin and clit being pressed down into the bed, her nipples hard in electric little peaks of lust. Even indirect stimulation could bring forth pleasure, as she was to learn, excited to experience all of that - and more - with Carenath again and again.

He was different, she thought, licking her lips, moaning faintly, a smile tugging at her lips. Very different... And she liked that. She liked that he was someone willing to push on into new and wonderful things, feeding desire, even if there was something more to it than the sex. The sex was wonderful, however, excellent, more than enough to keep her coming back to fuck around with him time after time again, lusting for passion more than she thought she even had back in her twenties.

Slipping to the side, Carenath spooned her, holding her tightly, arms around her waist, his shaft very slowly softening in her backside. It was there that they stayed in the afterglow, quaking lightly, taking great, deep shuddering breaths that seemed to drag air down into the very core of their beings, coming back to themselves in the aftermath.

"Ah..." The drake licked his lips, shy for a moment as he tucked his nose down against her head, eyes half-closed. "That... That was..."

"Wonderful?"

He smiled.

"Yeah. Wonderful."

There were many more wonderful things to come too. Though the two of them did not yet know just how things would grow between them.

All in good time.