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The Matriarch

Part Nine

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Helena stretched out on the bed, the dragoness relaxing with the round rise of her stomach showing her late pregnancy. It had been determined that she was carrying eggs rather than a live child, though it was likely that only one was viable. With dragons carrying several in their wombs at once, they were intended to protect the main egg and that was one thing that made getting an ultrasound more difficult than usual, to say the least of it.

Yet having a demon of lust around in her father was more useful still. She wasn't all that sure how her father did it or how she honestly felt about things that had developed between them all - he'd still cheated on her mother and fucked Hiss' girlfriend - but he was helpful. He was...different, to how she remembered him. Sure, he had been a father figure to her before, but their relationship had never been all that close. There were probably reasons for that, but not the kind of ones that had to be dug into. It was a simple fact alone.

Cum leaked from her pussy, though she had only just showered. It was easier said than done to get all a guy's seed out of a hole after he'd poured it so deeply up inside her, though she didn't mind the reminder, fresh and clean and relaxing. Her wings spread a little, though she had to rise, donning a fresh T-shirt but no bra to cover her two pairs of breasts. Panties and a skirt at the very least were required for where she was doing and, to be fair, if she had to wear any clothing at all, she usually chose skirts for they covered the rise of her stomach more comfortably than trousers or jeans. Anything with a buckle or zip that was supposed to go over her heavily pregnant belly...well... To say that it was a "no-go" was an understatement.

But she had a cutie-pie that she wanted to see, very much, checking herself in the mirror, her yellow hair setting off the hue of her red scales, reminiscent of her mother, nicely, a soft smile on her lips. With being so heavily pregnant, there was a glow about her. Hel had never really thought all that much about people who commented on the "glow of pregnancy" before, but she certainly saw it in the softness of her eyes, how her hair seemed to float around her, even though it was still damp.

"Hm... Funny..."

She'd get used to her new way of life and being, all in good time. But that was all fine, all good, something that Helena could lean into, relax into. There was nothing to worry about there, not in the slightest, as she made her way from the bedroom, cocking her head. Was that a moan?

"Oh, fuck, Ropes..."

Helena smirked. Damn, Holly was noisy! Not that it mattered much, as the parts of the house that required it had been soundproofed, though it was her that had led the charge on that. She, out of the three of them, still remembered that there was at least a little need for privacy and secrecy when the outside world would not understand the nature of their relationship. A father and a daughter and a matriarch of the family... Holly was definitely not a demon, but she had changed too, her body stronger, her fur thicker, even glossier too. Yet it was the way the skunk held herself too, the way her smile came more confidently. There were subtle changes, the sorts of things that one would be hard-pressed to put their finger on if they did not know what they were looking for, even if the overall picture was one of great change.

Of course, they had left the door open. They always left the door open as they sprawled across the bed of one of the several bedrooms on the upstairs part of the house, Holly on her back so that Ropes could pound her furiously. He stood beside the bed, the demon cougar a picture of lust, his cock ramming in hard and deep, using every inch he had at his disposal, grinding in deeper and deeper, seemingly, with every thrust. The feline held nothing back, black lips pulling back from his teeth in a yowl, slamming into Holly's freshly fertile pussy with every thrust of his hips.

"Fuck... Holly..."

His breath came raw and ragged in his windpipe and Helena paused for a moment in the doorway, enjoying the sight of her father doing his best work. Sometimes she did not get the view she wanted when she was fucking him or up close watching him fuck Holly. It was hot too to watch, even if it was not something that she had considered before she had come into their harem.

Holly's chest rose, her breasts still larger and fuller from pregnancy; most likely, their size would never reduce again. The influence of bearing a half-demon child had affected her too, though her stomach was mostly back to its flat tone, even if that was not something to be yearned for. There were too many other things to be enjoyed, the lust of it all coursing through, pound after pound, heartbeat after heartbeat.

All it took was a thrust, sometimes.

Holly howled, clinging to Ropes' forearms as he tumbled over her, bracing himself on the bed, the mattress bowing where he bore down into it. Yet she could not hold back orgasm as Helena squeezed her thighs together, holding back her lust only for the moment. She could join in any time she wanted, her father's gaze grazing hers, tail flicking in acknowledgement of her present, but she could do that later. There was never going to be any kind of shortage of sex and lust in that household, so she did not feel at all like she had to snatch up what she could when she could.

She had a very important little cougar to see, however.

The side of the house had been extended into a nursery and childcare area so that their offspring would have everything they needed. With Ropes' connections and influences (being a demon had more than one perk, after all), they wanted for nothing, least of all money. That was why it had been an easy decision for them, working as a team, to hire a live-in nanny for most of the time, ensuring that their young had the best of care. Not that they didn't want to spend time with Holly's daughter, Ivy, but, well...there were rather a lot of things for them all to be getting on with, enjoying themselves in the best of ways.

Ivy was cute, there was no way else to put it. With a cougar-like body, there was a hint of her skunk heritage in her, though it would become apparent later in life as she matured and developed, Helena was sure. What was evident in her were the two tentacles sprouting from her back, up near her shoulder blades, a law unto themselves and to the nanny who didn't quite know what to do with them sometimes.

The nursery was brightly lit, childlike with the colours splashed across the wall, a mural of a meadow and animals from a very old show about talking animals painted where the two cribs sat, close to one another. A fox, a badger, a weasel, pheasants... No dragons though, which Helena had criticised when they'd had the painter in to do it. It was cheerful, however, all in a way that made Helena relax even when she did not realise how much weight and strain her pregnancy had been putting on her body. For there was nothing else for the dragoness to worry about, not a single thing.

"Hey, Sandra," Helena greeted the nanny with a smile, a white stoat with red eyes and an easy smile that offset any discomfort that the albino's colouration may have typically set off in other furries. "How's it going? She looks so serene!"

"Oh, Hel..." Sandra smiled at her in return, sitting in a rocking chair, Ivy swaddled and held to her chest. "She's only just drifted off to sleep, but you know that once she's out, she's out. She's doing well when she's being an angel..."

Hel chuckled.

"Instead of being a demon?"

The nanny blinked, Sandra tilting her head a little curiously to the side.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you know..." Maybe she would tell Sandra, eventually, but there was no real reason to worry her beforehand. "Little ones can be angels or devils... Maybe I said the wrong word?"

She laughed and shook her head, wings lifting in a half-shrug.

"Oh... I'll find out all about that soon enough... But I can't wait to be a mother."

She rested her paws tenderly over her stomach, rubbing gently, though Helena never felt like she was rubbing her belly but the little one inside. Once the eggs were laid, there would not be a long period between that and hatching, judging by Ropes' recollection of how long it took Fyr to hatch her egg when she had been born, but there was no telling. Dragons were a fickle species and not as typical as mammals mating and having offspring, as it had been between Ropes and Holly.

They talked a little, Helena resting heavily in a chair beside the crib where Sandra laid the little one down to rest, the stoat not particularly old, but even Holly had had to admit that she had a way with little ones. Her body was a little on the curvy side without being plump, but Hel tried not to look at her too much. Her limits and boundaries were practically non-existent now that she had been living with Ropes and Holly for some time and she didn't want to go overboard on anything accidentally. She might have taken pleasure and comfort from looking at and being around Sandra, but she doubted that Sandra would be interested in her in that way. It was hard to get a good nanny anyway.

In sleep, Ivy squirmed, her tentacles bound loosely with a pretty ribbon, not for restraint but purely decoration, in the way that new mothers and fathers were apt to put pretty headbands and similar on their cubs. Helena stroked her forehead gently, rocking the crib, humming under her breath.

"You'll think your own is even more perfect than her, when she comes."

Hel smiled.

"She? How do you know that I'm having a girl? Even I don't know that!"

Sandra chuckled.

"I'd like to say that I just know these things, but, well, I have a fifty-fifty chance of getting it right! And even if they are a hermaphrodite too, I'll have been half-right anyway - I can't see anything going wrong there!"

Helena giggled, trying to be quiet, though there was not much to worry about with little Ivy sleeping. She hoped her own daughter or son would sleep as soundly as them, even if she did not hold out much hope of that either.

"Perhaps you're right... Or you can't be wrong."

Either way, any way, she would love them with all her heart and soul.

She didn't stay long, however, as the itch of need in her loins could not be satisfied from merely sitting around talking with Sandra. Maybe she would be able to come back and play with Ivy later. That was one of the many blessings of being with Ropes and Holly: when they did not have to work, that left more time for relationships to be built. Even though she intended to return to her studies in her hometown when the time was right and her motivation was there, there was no requirement for Hel to do so, only purely the inclination in her heart to learn. And that was a beauty and a relief that she knew she was extremely fortunate to have, not something that she held lightly at all.

Holly and Ropes, however, were not in the bedroom but in the kitchen, which was a part of the main house that the nanny had been instructed not to go into without due need. Pretty much it was off-limits unless it was an emergency, which suited the rest of them just fine, considering all that they got up to in there and the rest of the main house. The extension was near enough an entire small house or apartment by itself anyway, allowing them everything that they needed, from clothing to food to a full bathroom and comfortable places for Sandra to relax too. Her bedroom, of course, was off-limits to them and an outside cleaning service hired to ensure all was spick and span there, allowing everyone a respectful amount of privacy. It was never intended to be something, after all, that only went one way.

Holly moaned, out on the back deck, though she had to be a little quieter out there. There had been a spat of noise complaints from the neighbours and, well, it was not a visit from the police, however low-key, that she wanted to repeat. Maybe one day she would have Ropes and them move out to the countryside, but neither did she want to be isolated from the friends who had come back into her life and the new ones that she made. To uproot everyone would not have been fair, but it was exceptionally hard to worry about things like that was Ropes pinned her up against the wall.

With Holly in his arms, Ropes snarled, showing his teeth, kissing her deeply, sealing away her moans behind it as their tongues tangled. As much as she pushed back against him, there could be no question as to which of them was dominant at that particular moment, his raspy tongue lashing against herself, forcing her back. Held in his arms, she whimpered, floating on lust, her pussy rippling and pulling around him, though she was getting better and better at controlling the squeeze of her muscles down there. Who said that Kegels were rubbish? She could do it too!

Ropes' tentacles twisted around her, helping to hold the skunk up in his arms, her legs around his waist, tightening there as he speared his cock into her pussy. Her wet folds welcomed him in with a lewd slop of their bodies pounding, coming together, yet the press of her eager mouth on his was what drove him on to ever greater heights of pleasure.

She groaned. There was no better place to be than with her husband, her legally married husband. She wore the ring only sometimes, but it was knowing it in her heart that was the most important to Holly, the passion shared between them something that could not be teased out in any other way. It was raw and it was vibrant and it was everything in the world and beyond that Holly needed it to be, panting, moaning, heaving. The roll of her breasts pressed against his chest with every snatched breath, sorely won, though she would not have exchanged all the breaths in the world for the time with her husband.

She was where she needed to be, as naked as she'd been the day she was born and loving it, out in the open, though tucked in against the side of the house merely so that he could push her back up against the painted wall. They had had that painted only recently so that they could make the back garden an even nicer place to be, grunting and panting, sharing lust between their maws as his cock plunged wetly into her again and again.

"Fancy a third, guys?"

Helena grinned, sitting down at the little table with a glass of something that appeared to be alcoholic but was a virgin version. Until they found a way for Ropes to fuck her and breed her while still allowing her to drink as she pleased, just for fun, she had to be careful of the little one inside her. Being constantly pregnant, as was the plan, pretty much, was a hot thought, but not if it meant that she would not be able to live her life. Having a half-demon inside her, waiting to be laid and hatched, however, might mean that it was a moot point in the end. They'd find out soon enough, a little more research to be done, especially at her next scan and at the laying.

Holly barely noticed her, though that was not a failing on her part as she howled into Ropes' mouth in climax, rolling her hips furiously, using her legs around his body for leverage. She trusted that her husband could handle it, yet the act of having someone there watching them made it even hotter, her skin prickling under her thick coat of fur. It was late Autumn, her daughter three months old, though Helena had not gone back to college as expected.

Dimly, Holly wondered if she should be pushing Hel on to study more as the matriarch of the family, but the dragoness knew well enough what she wanted. She would probably do better to talk to her about her future plans to make sure that she was giving Hel everything that she needed there, rather than trying to dictate a route in life for her.

Anyway. There was no rush. No rush at all.

Holly moaned deeply into Ropes' mouth as orgasm overwhelmed her, the sensation of Helena's eyes boring into her back not an unpleasant one. In fact, it was what made her orgasm roll on and on, pounding her like Ropes' cock, a cougar in rut, unable to stop or think about anything else other than simply being hellbent on breeding her. She doubted that it would be long at all before she was swelling with young again, her stomach rounding out, though she would carry their second son or daughter as proudly as she had the first. That was the role of the matriarch, after all, and one that she lusted for more than anything else.

Ropes was the one, however, who carried her through climax, his daughter's eyes on him as she groaned and sipped at her drink, a paw between her thighs, clothed and yet still enjoying the show. He loved being in a position where he could put on a show like that for Helena, thrusting wildly, his tail and free tentacles lashing the air, the flutter of movement drawing and tugging at her eyes first one way and then another.

But there was no moment greater than the one where he plunged his cock into Holly's pussy and let out his fiercest yowl yet, expelling his load deeply up into her, hips jerking and shuddering. Even his glutes clenched at that point of orgasm, though his body needed no help to spend a load. For a demon of lust, it simply came naturally to him.

Ropes of thick cum poured forth, the cougar's eyelids fluttering half-closed as he languished there, a lazy feline at heart and that came to his climax too. When things slowed down, he could better enjoy the moment, let the seconds drag his orgasm out more and more, the uncut length of his cock more and more sensitive as he remained buried inside Holly for the duration. He thrust and ground, using the full length of his breeding spire, and the demon of lust himself could already imagine how Holly's stomach would swell with pregnancy again very soon.

There was little, after all, that could be done to avoid falling pregnant by a demon like him. Not that anyone was complaining...

He let Holly down gently, guiding her back to the iron table and chairs, ornately and delicately shaped with fine detail through the wrought iron, a cushion under each of them as they perched there. Holly let her legs spread a little, but Helena was no more ready to sit and chat as she was to drink more of a non-alcoholic beverage that, to be frank, wasn't hitting the spot. Soon, she told herself, she'd be able to have a proper drink, especially as she wouldn't have to breastfeed, most likely, even if she did lactate. They were still waiting on the results of that, considering that her father was a cougar and a mammal. Hybrid genes could be weird and sometimes the effects of that only came out with certain things in life.

She couldn't resist, however, and neither did she have to, the hard flagstones pressing up against her knees as she knelt there, taking his softening cock into her maw. Despite his moan and protest that he was too sensitive (at least for a few minutes), she sensually wound her tongue around him, whimpering, letting all the soft trembles and vibrations from her lips and muzzle travel into his cock. If nothing else, Helena was a dragoness who more than knew how to use everything that was at her disposal.

Her pride was settled as her paw drifted between her legs, his cock once again hardening inside her maw. Her lips folded softly over her teeth, keeping his shaft always protected, though there was no worry between all of them that any harm would come, not when they all knew one another so well.

"Oh, fuck, Hel..." He huffed, leaning back, head rolling backwards too, exposing the vulnerable expanse of his throat. "Your maw..."

Yeah, she knew it was good and she was not about to concern herself with any idea that she was not anything but the best when it came to giving head. The dragoness smirked to herself, winding her tongue around and around his cock, lapping up the length, dipping down to the base easily, the head of his cock wiggling faintly into the back of her mouth. Her maw was perfectly designed for sucking cock - as was so very often said of any long-snouted species - but she didn't mind her father thinking such. She would have happily been down on her knees before him to enjoy the treat of his cum any day and any way he pleased.

He grunted as she took him deep, his cock and balls aching, though the body of a demon could recover more quickly, for which even Ropes was thankful. Having two ladies in his harem was already a handful, sharing a look with his wife as Holly took Helena's drink, had a sip and made a face.

"Ugh... I don't blame you for not wanting to drink this stuff, Hel, at least I've been able to have a couple of real drinks..."

Holly's eyes landed on Ropes, lips quirking up on one side in a smirk.

"Hey, honey... Come get this taste out of my mouth..."

It was not a request but a casual order, one that was played back and forth between them as Holly held her own and the demon wondered if he would ever see a female truly under him. Demons thought that they always had to be on top and dominant (one of the reasons that he had left the underworld many years ago - it was all the same note down there) but there was a pleasure too in seeing what boundaries could and would be pushed, how she challenged him.

He didn't want a boring partner. Maybe that was why... Hm. Anyway, there was no sense in worrying about that chapter of his life, not anymore. He was just glad to have Helena back and in his life and that would have to be enough for the cougar.

Helena did a good job though of sucking his cock, however, as he kissed his wife passionately, swirling his tongue around as if he really was earnestly working away at "getting the taste out of her mouth". It was a laughable excuse for her to kiss him, but it was not as if they needed those excuses together anymore. They knew one another, his cock throbbing, sharing his ladies equally, though the matriarch of his harem and his life would always remain there, the most powerful of them all.

She had her own power, his paws on her, practically ignoring Helena who was set on getting what she wanted anyway, feeling out her strong body. Her fur hid most of her muscles, but she was stronger underneath that layer, the thickness of it concealing her true power, the light in her eyes and the smirk on her lips. She playfought with his tongue, driving it back into his mouth, and the cougar's hips juddered, lust rising and rising as they battled playfully back and forth between their muzzles

Down between his legs, Helena took charge, sucking down his cock as her tongue lashed the underside. That was one area where she had an edge on Holly, playing her tongue around even the base of his cock, showing off the length of it without doing something as crude as letting it dangle from her muzzle. She'd seen dragons and other reptiles doing that in porn flicks (hey, she'd been curious and there was no harm in watching) and thought it terribly crass, but she'd wanted to enjoy the length of her tongue too.

The taste of him, a hint of sweat, skin and flesh... The musk of his lingering seed on his shaft, even Holly's tartness. Holly was not as sweet as she had been before, when it came to what lay between her legs, though Helena didn't mind too much about things like that, enjoying the different nuances of sex all the same. It was what made it exciting for her, seeking out those subtle differences, the tiny little things that she was sure everyone else would forget in the heat of the moment.

"Ohhh..."

Ropes moaned above her and she knew that it was for her, despite his mouth being trapped by Holly's. Teasingly, the ladies battled for his attention, even if it was Helena who knew that truly she would get all that she craved from him in the end. His cock and balls, after all, were as keen for one thing as she was and that was the sweet flow of his ejaculation, feeling him pouring into her mouth, down her throat, throat noisily working as she gulped and gulped...

Oh, it was a good thought, a good fantasy, yet one that she ached to make a reality as soon as possible. Her paw pressed between her thighs, skirt pushed up, fingers inside her pussy, yet her self-pleasure was automatic. All she needed down there was the pressure and the right kind of stimulation in the right spot, the act of sucking him off what she lusted for more than anything else. It was the act that had her quivering, that turned her on, that made her legs feel as if they had gone to jelly, the strength from even her wings slipping away, drooping in self-accepted submission. And just why should she not submit if she was enjoying it so much?

Just to take a moment, to suck down his seed, drawing back to give the head of his cock a little more attention, sliding her paw down to pull the skin back from the tip. Ropes grunted and she pressed on, suckling hard, doing more than she knew that he'd be ready for, though it was not always his call, not always. She had her own mind too and she fiercely suckled at his shaft until his hips jerked and he gave that little raspy, whole-body pant that more than told her that he was getting close.

Helena took a deep breath, taking his cock all the way into the back of her mouth once more, sucking as if her life depended on it. The cougar thrashed and tried to twist, but Holly held him tight too, keeping him in place for Helena, the dragoness grunting around his cock, eyelids fluttering deliriously as orgasm swiped her too, unexpectedly. The rippling pulses of pleasure were all to be enjoyed, yet even more so as the cougar let forth a broken yowl into Holly's muzzle, thrust after thrust of his pinned hips sending spurts of cum straight into the dragons' maw.

She took it all like a pro, her heart lifting and hammering to have the treat of his seed. Hel didn't know how she could want it so much, almost be fascinated by it, yet her throat worked, even so, to take it all down, her lips tightly pursed around the thickness of his shaft, all to make sure that not a single drop went to waste. That was something that she absolutely would not have and there was nothing like wasting cum, at least to Helena, that would surely put her in a dreadful mood.

But she could be her own dragoness and like what she liked, sucking down her father's load with her cheeks slightly hollowed, but mostly only swallowing. She took it all down, every drop, her tongue curled around his shaft halfway as if she was cradling his length tenderly, her paws on his inner thighs, lightly flickering closer to stroke and massage his balls. Few guys liked it rough in that area, but a little tease and a little massage in the right spot and he would be grinding and thrusting into her mouth with another spurt of cum that he would not have had otherwise.

It was that moment, that moment of needing to let go, of not being able to hold back for a moment more. That was what Helena lusted for, proud of her ability, simmering down softly from her climax, the afternoon easing on, though it would soon be too cold out there for them. The patio heater and fire pit, however, might come in handy, extending their use of the outdoor area as they moved into winter...

She'd have to think about that. For she wasn't all that eager to have her sexual exploits and activities restricted to the house just yet, not when all had been unleashed, her body heavy in her pregnancy and perfectly so.

Ropes drew her head back from his crotch, panting softly, open-mouthed, Holly close to him, her arms around his neck as they both smirked down at Helena.

"Are you okay down there?" Holly teased, her skunk tail lifted cutely. "You seemed a little...distracted. I didn't want to disturb you!"

It was hard not to be taken in by Holly's bubbly personality, not something that she had lost, the lightness of her heart and spirit. Yet Helena had a fire in her too, a quick wit and a tongue that was sharper than ever. It was a good thing that the dragoness knew how to temper it.

"Don't monopolise the demon and we won't have to worry about that," she shot back, Holly barking a short laugh. "Besides, his cum tastes good."

Ropes rolled his eyes.

"You could not talk about me like I'm a piece of meat..."

But it was all part of their relationship and dynamic, retiring to the house once more to relax, dress a little, shower off (again) and see to Ivy. The nanny, of course, was more than happy to take care of all of Ivy's needs, though Holly would not have had it that way. The nanny was only there so that she could make quite sure that every one of Ivy's needs were met, not having had too much experience with very young cubs in her life. Her brothers and sisters had needed looking after, but that duty had not fallen on her until she was well into her teens and they had been bigger than Ivy, maybe around six or seven.

That had been a hard time, but things were easier now that she had Ropes to help her, to send money to her family. Her parents had always worked hard and were so grateful to Holly for stepping into the parent role when it had become apparent that it was needed, even if it was not right for her to do so. Things were better with a few connections, her parents in better jobs, Ropes taking care of them as he took care of her, her family no longer something that she had to worry about. Her parents too had adored Ivy when they'd seen her, even if the skunks weren't all that sure about her older husband. If nothing else, Holly hoped that they had been able to see the obvious passion and love between them. It was like nothing else that she had ever thought that she would have the grace to experience in the world.

She sighed, kissing her daughter softly on the forehead, cradling her in her arms as she rested on the sofa.

"Little one... I'm going to do everything for you, I promise," she whispered to her, keeping her voice low so that the moment remained solely between her and her daughter, no more than that. "You're never going to want for anything, not a single thing, not in the whole world. And this whole world is for you, all for you. This universe is for you. I can't wait to see you learn, I can't wait to see you experience everything. And I will love you beyond my dying day, darling, but mom will be around for a long, long time."

Quiet words, whispered words, yet it was the fierce love of a mother behind them that meant the most, Ivy squirming and babbling in her arms. A baby as young as her could not understand Holly, but she still understood and felt the love and the warmth of her mother, kicking her tiny hind paws and wiggling back and forth in her arms.

Holly smiled, her heart settled again, eyes slipping to the TV where a movie was playing. A cartoon, of course, but one that soothed her daughter. Despite Ivy not understanding what was going on in the movie (obviously not at her age), there was something about that one with talking, dancing animals that she was enraptured by. And even Holly would sit through that just to see yet another smile light up her daughter's face.

Ivy was hers. Not all hers, of course, for she had a strong, vibrant family around her. But she was partly hers, the daughter that she would give her life for. There was no closer love than that, not in the eyes of a new mother.

Later that night, after the nanny had retired for the night with Ivy settled down in her crib, snorting and waffling in baby-talk in her sweet slumber, the three of them slipped into the bedroom. Thankfully, Ivy was sleeping very well already, though that was likely a little of her half-demon heritage coming through. Still, Holly kept an emergency monitor in there too, just in case something happened in the nursery and she had to get down there quickly. As a new mom, she was still exceptionally sensitive to higher-pitched noises and the slightest cry from her daughter had her on high alert, the need to be by the young sweetheart's side overwhelming.

Instincts were one thing...but sharing time together was another.

"Sweetheart... It's been too long..."

Ropes chuckled, lying back on the bed as Holly pressed over him, moaning and squirming over his hips, straddling him as if she was meant to be there.

"Hm... It's been a few hours, darling..."

The cougar purred, whiskers quivering, yet he was not about to let Holly go without a good fuck, a romp that would set them up for a good night of sleep. That was, of course, if they didn't fuck all night as it was. They could do whatever they wanted, moaning, grunting, their passion rising, filling them with so much energy that they didn't need to sleep. Truly, Ropes did not need sleep, but Holly only had a touch of a demon's influence in her, still requiring it when the demon of lust was not sharing and feeding on her passion.

She slipped down on his hard length, which so easily rose to her attention. All it took was a rock of her hips to get his cock right up where it belonged and her sex stretching around him, the skunk's head rolling back, moaning lustfully. She wanted it, craved it, yet there did not seem to be enough sex in the world for her to get her fill, despite having her husband whenever and wherever she wanted him. Never had Holly thought that she could have a relationship as close as the one she had with Ropes, but the cougar had changed all of that, for her. Even if their relationship had not begun in the most conventional of manners...

Helena, however, was not one to be left out, the dragoness fresh and with a pink towel wrapped around her, though she allowed it to fall as she entered the master bedroom. Technically, it was Ropes and Holly's bedroom, but she spent most of her time in there, whether sleeping or fucking, sharing the lust of the harem equally. No one was to be left out and she smirked, crawling onto the bed with her breasts tingling with the memory of the soft towel wrapped around them. It was funny how such a small sensation could rile her up, nipples perky and her belly swollen with the evidence of her pregnancy, but she was hornier than ever, her needs erratic and beyond the norm.

"Mmm - oh!"

The skunk started as Hel pressed up behind her, kissing and nibbling at her neck. Moaning, Holly pressed back into her touch, as if she was grinding on Helena's cock rather than Ropes'. Fuck, that was a hot thought, hotter than any single one that she had the right to have, yet there was little off-limits for any demon, so why should the skunk not take that in mind and live in the manner of a demon too?

She'd been sick of holding back even before Ropes had come into her life... But things didn't have to be like that anymore.

Ropes' eyes glowed faintly, tentacles curling around his ladies, his daughter swollen and luscious in her pregnancy, a ripe fruit ready to be devoured. He could sense the need in her, some part of him, as a demon, seeing it hanging around her like an aura or the physical embodiment of a cloud of perfume, floating and wafting, calling him to her as if she had become a siren. Or perhaps a succubus would have been appropriate as his tentacles twisted lazily around her.

He did not think twice, not as he slid one tentacle into her pussy and the other into her anal ring, pushing deep, the dragoness' gasp music to his ears. As his cock throbbed with desire, Holly riding him, his gorgeous matriarch, lust spilt over, mingling with love, a cocktail of passion that could not be mistaken for anything else. Maybe the lines between love and lust had become blurred with him having his matriarch, the perfect match for a demon of lust, yet the pleasure aching deeply through him was worth it.

The cougar's cock throbbed, wanting to fill her, yet he tenaciously held back, watching Hel press in against Holly's back. Where the dragoness had sought to tease Holly, now she was the one squeezing around his tentacles and bearing back, caught up in the moment and not sure whether to grind back or push forward. He loved the conundrum that he put her in, drinking down her lust like a fine wine, something he could savour, holding in his mouth for just a moment longer before then and only then daring to swallow it down.

Helena moaned, kissing Holly's neck, nipping harder than intended, yet the skunk squealing in climax against her was more than she could have handled. She was full, too full, Ropes' tentacles somehow around her breasts too, squeezing, tugging, massaging, worming and wriggling between the pairs so that no part of them felt, in some way, as if they were not stimulated. Her head spun with lust, losing sense of herself - but wasn't that the best part of it all? She'd never wanted to fully hold onto who she was in passion. It was a touch of submission - yet one that she took close control of.

Her own way. Always Helena's way.

Holly panted heavily, the shuddering trembles of the dragon against her back too much for her, sweating lightly, the scent of lust and sex heavy in the air. It had its own scent, mingled with the hint of sweat, cum, even pheromones, she was sure of it, even though anthros were supposed to have long ago lost the ability to exude it. Maybe it was something to do with having carried a demon's offspring, but that wasn't something that Holly was worried about.

All she cared about was the moment, pushing back against Hel, hissing through her teeth, her husband's cock throbbing inside her, teetering at that point of orgasm from which there was no coming back. He roared, exploding inside her, every throb of his cock sending her into a further throe of orgasm, pulse after pulse carrying her away. If not for Hel's tight grip on her, Holly might have pulled back, too sensitive after her orgasm, even as it rolled on into another and another.

There was no line between each throb of pleasure, not as the cougar's hot seed splattered up into her, filling her cunt deliciously, hoping that it would result in another pregnancy. Oh, she couldn't wait to see her stomach swell again, a thought that was only exacerbated by the obvious feel of Hel's pregnant belly against her back. She wanted to be like that again, to feel the squirm and the push of new life inside her, to be fertile and swollen, every part the matriarch that she had never known she would be.

Helena panted heavily, her jaws hanging open, tail flickering up weakly against Holly's neck, though she was by far forgotten. Still, it took another tentacle in each hole of hers for her to snarl out a harsh, crude orgasm, her tail lifting, though she no longer felt she had the energy in her, with her belly weighing her down at the tail end of the day, to get it shoved out of the way. That was no problem to Ropes' tentacles, however, the slick appendages gleaming with the juices from her pussy, pounding her ruthlessly as if they could have gone on forever. Truthfully, Helena thought that Ropes could well have fucked her forever if he'd wanted to, his tentacles bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, bliss untold claiming her mind until she didn't know who she was anymore.

Helena groaned. Damn it, why did that have to be such a hot thought? She would go for that... Fuck, she could really go for that. She'd want the option to come back from it though: there was no fun in always being fucked mindless and senseless!

With her orgasm simmering down, she panted, ducking her head, though she found Holly's lips there, the skunk twisting so that their muzzles could press together, tongues tangling. It was a brief kiss, but that did not mean that it was not a deep kiss, not a passionate kiss, not one that made Helena quiver as if she was kissing a lover that she had had for many years.

No one said that she could not adore Holly as much she did her father too, of course...

Together, all three of them collapsed on the bed to sleep, though there were many more interludes in the night for them to come together, the mattress bowing but not squeaking - at least not since they had upgraded to the memory foam one. It suited them all better, spread out and sprawled across the queen-size bed in whatever position they preferred. It was for all of them, after all.

*

Their lives there were far from quiet, but they were as they needed them to be, an interlude and a break from the madness that could be life. After all the trouble and force that had come through with Holly becoming the matriarch of her husband, they needed that, needed that chance and that time to breathe. They needed to sit and spend time with Holly, Helena resting a paw on her stomach nearly all the time, knowing that her little one too would bring as much love and warmth from her heart as what she saw in Holly's eyes.

"Come on... Peek-a-boo! I see you!"

Helena giggled, her and Holly of them kneeling on either side of Ivy while the nanny was out shopping. Not that they needed any excuse to spend time with the adorable baby, her paws up, though...well...her wiggles left much to be desired. Helena's excitement to play with her was not matched by Ivy's ability too, still a very young baby, as quickly as she was growing. From what she had read in the early years and development books with Holly, the first months and then years of Ivy's life would be where the most growth occurred. The teenage years... Oof. Those were going to be very interesting, though perhaps not in a good way with a half-demon!

"How big do you think she's going to grow?" Holly chuckled, scooping up Ivy into her arms, tickling her belly with a finger. "As tall as Ropes? We're not...hm... You look taller than us, with your wings and horns."

Helena grinned.

"Sure thing... But I don't know, I mean, she's got the little tentacles too. I think she'll be like you. She's clearly got the physical appearance from Ropes more so, but maybe being a half-demon will make her taller?"

That was one case where they could only speculate, smiling, laughing, playing, even sharing a chaste kiss between them while Ivy gurgled on her belly, wriggling on her play mat. Helena blushed. That side of their developing relationship... Well, it was not one that she had expected to say the least, not even back when Holly had "forced" her to eat her out. The thought of Helena being forced to do anything now was utterly laughable.

When the nanny came back, they spent a little more time with Ivy, playing with her, even feeding her, though that was a messy time that involved a lot of dribbled milk. She had a mix of bottle feeding and breastfeeding from Holly, however, which helped a little, Helena assisting by wiping up any spillage around her breasts where Ivy had not latched tightly. Whereas the nanny was a little concerned about that, there was no problem with bottle feeding by contrast, which meant they would always have something to swap to there.

They left Ivy to sleep with Sandra sitting in the chair beside the crib, listening to soft music and knitting, the nursery the picture of peace. Holly yawned. If she spent too much time in there when things felt like that, the energy of the nursey would have sent her right to sleep! If she'd had to be up half the night trying to get Ivy to sleep again after nursing, she might have taken a nap, but thankfully having the nanny there meant that she was more than able to get enough rest. It was something that she was very grateful for and more than aware of the privilege that afforded her.

"Hey..." Holly nudged Helena, a smirk on her lips. "He's gaming... You thinking what I'm thinking?"

She grinned, eyeing up the cougar on the sofa with his back to them, tentacles waving lightly over the back of it. They did not notice the presence of the ladies in his kinky little harem, however, letting them creep up on the cougar, who was at the very least only wearing jeans and boxers.

That was little enough for them to work with...in a double attack!

Ropes yowled as they pounced him, one from either side, closing in on him, though Holly slipped into his lap, taking her rightful position there. Grinding down onto the already rising bulge of his cock, the skunk positioned herself just so for him, Helena working under her to free his erection, even though they had already stripped themselves of their own clothing. It made it easier to get what they wanted when they didn't have to strip down while teasing their cougar.

Helena nuzzled his balls, swiping and curling her tongue around his nuts, letting the moment take her. It was not serving, but it was where she wanted to be as she helped guide Ropes' cock up into Holly, the skunk bearing down, panting, moaning, trying to be a little on the quiet side. After all, it was still the middle of the day and the nanny was about. If she needed them, they didn't want to be too obviously in throes of passion, though they were all rather sure that the nanny had more than a fair idea already of what was going on there. Whether or not she kept quiet about the unconventional nature of their relationship was another question.

They would see. All in good time. There would be other nannies, good nannies, if she chose to move on. Thus, no one was all that worried about being quiet, not when there were more options still open to them.

Holly climaxed on his cock, but Ropes was hornier than ever, growling, pushing her back, pinning Helena to the rug before the sofa. His game was forgotten and the feral cougar was out of his cage, the demon's tentacles writhing and twisting as he drew her, less than gently, onto all fours.

The pull of her stomach kept her in place, even though she had to be more careful what sexual positions she took on in pregnancy, what was comfortable for her. That was perhaps why she lusted so much for passion, getting down on her knees to suck his dick, to please Ropes' balls, to give pleasure to every last little part of him in every single way possible. It was comfortable for her and still got her needs met, for the lust for sex in her hormonal state could not be satisfied through orgasms alone.

She needed more, rolling her hips back as Holly steadied her head, pulling her nose in between her breasts, softly furred, so unlike dragon scales. Yet Ropes' cock found her pussy and slammed in deep, taking her crudely, roughly - exactly the way that Helena wanted to.

The dragoness screamed in climax, her cries muffled only by the fluff of Holly's breasts, the skunk holding her close and safe, where she needed to be. She didn't want to be shoved across the rug, after all, not when she was so heavily pregnant, though her stomach was fine and her eggs inside were well-protected. Everything about her pregnancy was designed to protect the fertilised egg inside her, so she was quite safe, moaning, whimpering, her world taken over by pleasure.

Soft fur, the feel of Holly bearing into her, her tail wrapped around Ropes' waist. Never could she have enjoyed a moment like that to that degree, with her father and her lover, all bound together as a single, family unit. It was all that mattered to them, how their lives were destined to come together, but it was all well and good in the end, as his cock ploughed her, fucking her to multiple climaxes merely from grinding over her G-spot. When it came to him being a demon of lust, that meant that Ropes could do more than the average "male", his tentacles adding to her stimulation, teasing her tail hole, rubbing over her clit, until Helena could only moan weakly.

He unloaded inside her, the dragoness weak at the knees, her arms wrapped around the skunk's midriff, though she could not quite explain, not even to herself, how they'd gotten there. But every hot spurt of slick cum, thick and wanton, into her cunt made her hunger for him even more, yearning for it, craving it.

It would come, she told herself. And she didn't even have to be patient about it. Ropes was there for her as all three of them took a moment to sprawl across the rug, languishing there, giggling, nuzzling into one another.

Lazily, Helena suckled on one of his tentacles as it wriggled and played over her tongue, her tongue twisting around it the best she could. Yet even she was tired, all in a way that had her eyelids drooping, threatening to close, becoming sleepier and sleepier, less herself with every passing moment. She yawned. Maybe she was the one who needed to be getting more sleep as her pregnancy took its toll on her.

"Aw, Hel..."

Ropes drew her in against his chest while Holly cuddled up beside him, nuzzling and kissing his tentacles. His arms tightened securely around his daughter, the light of his life in more ways than one. Perhaps so their bond had changed in a way that would not be acceptable to normal society, but he didn't care what anyone else thought about them, not after he had lived for so very many years on earth as a demon. Typically, demons didn't care about anything much at all.

Yet the cougar still smiled down proudly at his ladies, lapping softly over the top of Hel's head, cleaning her lightly as if she was a tiny dragonet again. Yet she was far from that and his paw rested protectively on her stomach, chancing that he felt the shift of something inside.

Her laying day was not far off. And then there would be a new member to welcome into their family.

They rested there, sleepily playing, taking their time with each other. There was never any rush between them, none at all. But Ropes had everything he wanted right there, nothing more that a demon could ever have lusted for.

Well, until something more caught his eye...but with his matriarch at the head of his harem, he was more than comfortable to let his gorgeous skunk guide him in the right direction.

It was all worth it when he held them, and Ivy, in his arms.

The cougar smiled.