Moonlighting
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"Zane discovers his father's interesting past."
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Moonlighting _by RVasil
Commissioned by Anonymous_
Cyrus considered himself to be a fortunate man.
As the dragon stood in the kitchen, staring at the machine that was brewing his early morning cup of coffee, he allowed himself to reminisce on his life and accomplishments. Cyrus was married to the love of his life: a beautiful purple colored dragoness by the name of Violet, and had a son that he was proud of, a dragon by the name of Zane. Cyrus lived in a humble abode, a two story estate that had a pool to cool off and a yard that was under the shade of a large tree. It was modest, modern, and above all, paid for by years of hard work and labor that the dragon did.
Cyrus was an accountant by trade. When he was young, he used to work at a firm, working the hours inside a cramped cubicle whilst trying to build a career for himself much like any other young person at the time. Many expected him to go pro, having played football in college in the years before. But while the idea was enticing, the life of a pro athlete wasn't for him. Rigorous training was something he could never get behind. Not because it was difficult but because he was lazy. That and he wasn't keen on bashing his head endlessly and developing serious brain damage in the later half of his life. The money would have been great, but he was more than content with the income he would get living as a simple accountant.
Doing office work had its fair share of perks. Once the day was over, he could just sit back and relax, watch a movie or play video games. Some days there would be company parties, hosted by clients happy with their firm's work. It was through this that Cyrus slowly built up a network of relationships. Years of schmoozing and building friendships allowed him to eventually break off and be self-employed. It wasn't without its own hardships, but Cyrus was determined to build a life for himself. It all eventually paid off and he was rewarded by being able to slowly sustain himself to where he was now: earning enough money and then some to spend as he pleased and be working from the comfort of his own home.
The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs pulled Cyrus out from his memories. The dragon cocked his head to the side to see who it was.
"Morning, champ."
Zane was a light purple colored dragon with golden horns; a color scheme he inherited from his mother and father respectively. The dragon was in his late teens, currently taking a degree from the local university. While Zane could have stayed on campus, they as a family decided it would have been cheaper for him to just stay with them in the house, given that the university itself was just a short bike ride away. Zane let out a light yawn, one hand scratching his chest and another rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"Oh, hey dad," Zane answered, acknowledging the man's presence. Zane then paused in his tracks upon recognizing that Cyrus was only wearing a bathrobe that was left untied and a striking yellow pair of underwear to cover his modesty. "Dad, please put on some clothes."
Cyrus frowned at him. "This is my house and I can wear whatever the hell I want." He took a sip from his freshly brewed coffee. "And besides, speak for yourself: put that way before you poke someone's eye out."
Zane wondered what he was referring to but quickly realized what it was. The dragon was only wearing a white tank top and a pair of boxer shorts that was currently trying to contain a stiff morning wood. "My bad," Zane answered. "At least I get them though."
Cyrus glanced at him, taking a bite from the biscuit he was eating. "We're starting the day off like that, huh?"
If there was one thing Cyrus was proud of the most was the fact that he was able to maintain a good relationship with his son. Most of his peers who had their own families now struggled to maintain a healthy relationship with their children. Be it because of a generation thing, unable to properly communicate with them, or just overall bad parenting. Stories of rowdy teens fighting their parents and general discord were the norm during Cyrus's early years as a young adult and he strived to not be like that when he had his own family. Which was why when Violet gave birth to Zane, the two dragons agreed to do the best they could to raise their son. They taught him important values, did their best not to spoil him as it would have been easy given Zane was an only child, and made great strides in trying to be the best parents they could possibly be. They were rewarded for their efforts as Zane grew up to be a responsible, honest, and a hardworking young man. He was mature and Zane treated his two parents as his two closest friends that he could confide anything to. To the point where the dragon was actually comfortable telling them that he was attracted to both male and females. Cyrus and Violet were more than happy with the revelation and just kindly told him that whoever he went with, he just practiced safe sex.
Zane was young at the age of nineteen. Hip, trendy, and outgoing, the dragon was just at home, enjoying his break from his studies due to summer vacation. His entire appearance reminded Cyrus of himself when he was younger. Handsome, fit, and athletic, Zane was someone who took great strides in keeping himself healthy and it showed. He had biceps he would casually flex and take photos of to post on his social media. He had abs that were the envy of men. And he had an overall figure that was born from hours of going to the gym.
If Zane was the young hunk however, Cyrus was the greymuzzle with the dad bod.
The unfortunate side effect of working behind a desk was that it was easier to be less athletic. Granted, Cyrus made it a point to go out and exercise every now and then, but his figure was definitely a departure compared to how it was when he was playing on the football team. Cyrus's body successfully evolved into a dad body: a figure complete with a muscle gut and large arms. Cyrus was a black scaled dragon with golden horns. His pectorals were impressive as they were before, but slightly sagged a little due to being less maintained. His thighs were thick and despite the flab in his arms, the muscle underneath was still strong enough to lift the heaviest of loads when needed. Despite being a shadow of his former glory, Cyrus was comfortable and in fact happy with his current physique. Having to maintain a strict regime just to have a good figure wasn't something he saw himself being happy with. That and Violet was more than happy with him in bed and that was all that mattered.
"So, do you have any plans today?" Cyrus asked.
Zane was helping himself to a bowl of cereal. "I'm thinking of just staying in," he answered. "There's this series I've been meaning to catch up on."
"Oh, I see." Cyrus finished his morning cup of coffee. "Can I ask a favor then?"
"Sure, what is it?"
"Your mother wants to put some stuff away up in the attic. I would do it myself, but I have some errands to do today," Cyrus answered. "Can you do that for me? I'll probably be gone until the evening."
The dragon nodded. "Sure thing. Work stuff?"
Cyrus proceeded to put the empty coffee cup into the sink. "Yeah. I need to submit some papers and get some signatures."
"Is this for the film studio you have as a client?"
The black dragon nodded. "Yes, actually."
The sound of footsteps made the two dragons look to the staircase. Down went who Cyrus considered one of the most beautiful dragonesses he had ever met. Behind every great man, was a great woman, and Violet was that and more. Violet stood a head smaller than Cyrus, and she was currently wearing a sharp business suit with black slacks. Her figure was something Cyrus always loved about her. Despite being roughly around the same age as him, she still looked like the day they first met: sexy, assertive, and had a great rack. She had a flat stomach and a waistline that flared out into a pair of perfect hips. Her attire struggled to contain her ample bosom and Cyrus wouldn't put it past her to use her assets to close business deals. Violet was smart and she knew it. She had men wrapped around her fingers and to this day Cyrus still wondered how he managed to snag her heart.
A warm smile was on Violet's face upon seeing the two men of the household. "Good morning," she greeted. She went over to Cyrus to grab a biscuit from the plate on the table, lightly rubbing her backside against her husband. Cyrus responded by playfully growling at her, using his free hand to squeeze Violet's firm asscheek possessively. The dragoness just glanced back at him knowingly.
"You have a full schedule today, mom?" Zane asked.
"Yes," Violet answered, taking a bite of the biscuit as well as helping herself to a piece of toasted bread Zane had left over. "I have a few tours to give but I believe if all goes well, I'll have a done deal by the afternoon. I believe "
"We should celebrate then," Cyrus asked, smiling at her. He moved behind the dragoness and lovingly stroked her sides. Violet let out a light chuckle, moving back her hips to tease Cyrus's now slowly stiffening cock.
The chemistry was undeniable and while Zane was more than happy to see that his parents were still madly in love with each other, he didn't want to see it while eating breakfast. "Guys, not in front of my toasted bread please."
Violet just chuckled, gently swatting Cyrus away as the dragon was getting handsy. "He's right. I'm going to be late, Cyrus."
The black dragon rolled his eyes and pouted like a child having his toy taken away from him. "Fine. You take care now, alright?" Cyrus pulled Violet close and planted a tender kiss on her lips. "I love you."
"I love you too." Violet moved to the bowl at the side and fished out her car keys. "Oh before I forget, did you tell Zane about the thing?"
Zane nodded. "He did, mom. I'll get to work on it."
Violet smiled. She quickly moved over and kissed his son on the head. "Thanks sweetie."
"Have a good day out there!" Zane said, watching Violet walk out into the garage.
Cyrus then cleared his throat. "I'm going to go take a shower."
Such was the typical morning for the household.
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It was an hour or later that Zane found himself alone in the house. Cyrus had just stepped out, dealing with the errand he mentioned earlier that morning. The purple colored dragon made his way to his parents room, looking for the thing that he was supposed to store back up in the attic. It was a simple chore, and Zane figured that the sooner he could get this out of the way, the sooner he could just sit back in his room and watch the show he wanted to finish.
His parent's room was fairly mundane. There was a walk-in closet that contained both their clothes. There was a balcony that offered a grand view of the city skyline from the distance and the pool below. At the side was a small table with a large mirror. On it were various beauty products that Zane's mother no doubt used for her makeup. Next to it was a larger than normal bed, and at the other end was a bedside table with a drawer that no doubt contained the two older adults' personal effects. On the bed itself was a cardboard box and Zane figured that this was what he needed to put into storage. The dragon briefly opened it as he was curious of its contents: it was nothing but paperwork related to his mother's job as a realtor.
With a bit of effort, the dragon soon found himself climbing up the ladder that led up to the attic with the box of paperwork in hand. Being rarely used, the attic was unsurprisingly dusty and filled with a few cobwebs here and there. A clear glass window made light spill in, illuminating the entire area. Stacks of different sized boxes were arranged all over the place; some contained paperwork like the one he had now. Others were more personal things that the family gathered throughout the years but never really bothered to throw out. Zane could actually see a box labelled 'baby stuff' that no doubt contained items he probably used to play with when he was still a child. Zane looked around, wondering where to store the box he now had in his hands. A few moments later, he found the perfect area and made his way towards it. It was a stack of boxes near the wall, next to a closed set of drawers, and one of them had an extra space left that was calling him. It was a tight squeeze but he made do. He was about to move back to admire his handiwork when he accidentally bumped into the drawers.
"Shit!"
The old wooden frame creaked and one of the drawers slipped out. He frowned and was about to close it back up when he stopped. His curiosity got the better of him. The contents of the drawer had an old looking scrapbook; upon closer inspection, it was actually an album. Zane flipped it open, gently rubbing the dust away. In it were old photos of him and his family; most of them featured him still being a young child. If it weren't for the fact that Zane recognized his child self, he would have assumed this was a photo of another family. Violet looked younger; that was to be expected. The one that looked drastically different was Cyrus. He was fit, athletic, and definitely did not have the dad body he had now. There were signs of it, but not as prominent as it was presently. It would seem parenthood had a way of changing someone's lifestyle. Zane flipped to the next page, the photos going back further in time. Now it was photos of his father and mother, at a time he assumed they were still dating. They looked great together.
Various photos depicted the two individuals in various situations. One stood out to him as they were on a beach. Zane actually blinked. His mom was wearing the most revealing swimsuit and his dad's swimming briefs left little to the imagination. It was risque and it was admittedly odd to see his parents be so brazen. Then again, after thinking about it, it was on brand. The dragon felt a light blush cross his cheeks and decided to move to the next page. The following photos depicted the two in what looked like a party. It was unfortunately mundane and it was at that point Zane figured he had his fill of looking at the past. He was about to put it back however when something slid down the pages of the album and tumbled onto the floor.
"Hm?"
Zane knelt down and checked it. It was an unmarked flash drive; fairly innocuous and inconspicuous. The product branding was even smudged off so he couldn't even tell how big it was. While it wasn't in his nature to plug random unlabelled flash drives into his PC to check their contents, Zane found it difficult to dismiss his curiosity. Even though the idea of it riddled with viruses was a possibility, it was a risk he was willing to take. The dragon pocketed the flash drive and after closing the drawer, he made his way back to his room.
The purple dragon's room was fairly typical for someone of his age. There was a poster of his favorite movie hung up on the wall. There was a shelf filled with biology books he needed for his studies. A decent sized bed with a blanket that was lazily folded. A TV accompanied by a game console he used to play with in his spare time, and then a modest gaming PC Zane built for himself using his hard earned money when he was doing part time work at one point in time. The dragon fished the flash drive out of his pocket and plugged it in into his machine. It took a few seconds but it was thankfully recognized.
A window popped up, asking him what to do with the new device. He decided to just open it and see what was inside. He was greeted by a bunch of folders, all labelled with what he assumed was a code. Were these realtor documents by any chance? Zane picked one at random and all it had was just one video file. It had the same filename as the folder. The dragon's brow rose. He double clicked the item and the video player began to load it. He was greeted by the flashy logo animation of a company he didn't recognize.
"Blackout Entertainment?"
Fantasy music played accompanied by a scrolling text narrated by someone that was clearly trying too hard.
"And so, the benevolent King Cyrus sought out to rid the evil that was terrorizing his kingdom. With strong resolve and determination, he set out to climb Doom Mountain to confront the malicious dragon that was posing as a threat to his subjects."
Zane was caught off guard. "King...Cyrus?"
The next scene played. A familiar looking black dragon appeared on screen. Zane blinked. Despite looking younger, he recognized that smile anywhere. It was his dad! "What the hell? What is this?" Was this some sort of play? Cyrus's clothing looked cheap; laughably so. Cyru's outfit as a king was the type of thing you could buy at a party shop for a few bucks if you came up short in coming up with something for a costume party. Zane couldn't tell if the cheap production was on purpose or if they were really working on a shoestring budget. The regal outfit looked a size too small for Cyrus and was visibly tight around his crotch. It was difficult to ignore the prominent bulge that was pressing against the inexpensive fabric.
Zane sat quietly in his seat, letting the scene play out.
The camera followed Cyrus as he entered the dark room, the silence shortly getting broken by the sound of someone off screen.
"Who dares to disturb my slumber?!"
Torches lit up all around and the camera panned to reveal a figure obscured in darkness. Cyrus steeled his guard, his hand hovering above the hilt of his sword. The unknown figure stepped forward, revealing themselves to Cyrus. Zane was taken aback. "Mom?" True enough, it was her. Underneath the impressive makeup, he could make out her familiar features. What surprised Zane even more was what Violet was wearing. The purple dragoness was clad in what Zane felt unsure to call as clothes. They looked more like pieces of fabric sewn together with the express purpose of showing off her body than actually covering them. It was a two piece swimsuit that was decorated just enough to make it feel 'fantastical', given the genre this video seemed to be going for. The fabric visibly strained, struggling to contain Violet's ample breasts. Maybe it was the lighting, or maybe it was the way she carried herself: Violet was absolutely stunning and Zane was both surprised and ashamed that he was practically ogling her. His eyes trailed down, following her curves down past her slim figure and stopping by her waist. Zane gulped. Violet was wearing what amounted to a thong. As if on cue, Violet unnecessarily twirled around, giving the camera following her movements enough time to linger at her perfectly framed asscheeks. To top it off, there was an ornate choker that hung around her neck.
Zane pinched his cheeks. "What the fuck am I watching?" The video continued despite astonishment.
Cyrus stood his ground. "It is I, King Cyrus! I have come to settle the grievances of my subjects."
Violet let out a dark laugh. "You? All by yourself?"
The black dragon smacked his chest. "I am more than enough."
Violet then shrugged. "Go on, attack me then. Your hubris will be your end, much like theirs." The camera panned to the left and showed a bunch of rusted pieces of armor and weapons piled haphazardly at the corner. Zane could see there were even some skulls and bones.
To both Violet and Zane's surprise however, Cyrus shook his head. "I have not come here to fight you."
Violet's brow rose. "You wish to mock me, mortal?" Her question carried the obvious tone of a threat.
"I've come here to help you." Cyrus then pulled out a potion from his pocket with glowing liquid inside of it. "I can sense it in you. The reason you've been lashing out. You are ill, are you not?"
Zane watched as Violet rushed forward, claws outstretched and eager to draw blood. She stopped mid swipe however, the tips of her nails hovering inches away from Cyrus's cheeks. "Foolish...yet brave," she said, a light smile tugging at her lips. She relaxed, both of them staring each other down. "You amuse me...Cyrus, was it? What makes you think you understand my trouble?" She then faced him, brows furrowing and eyes glared. "What makes you think I want your help?"
Gently, Cyrus reached out. Violet watched him warily yet the moment Cyrus's hand touched hers, she shivered. "Another's touch," Cyrus began. He slowly placed her hand onto his chest. "Another's warmth." Zane then watched in surprise as Cyrus placed Violet's hand on Cyrus's crotch. "Another's passion; you yearn for it."
There was a brief moment of silence as Violet visibly contemplated. "Be careful what you speak, Cyrus. You have no idea what you are offering." She looked at him seriously. "The fires within me have raged for years. No mortal can ever hope to extinguish them. Not even a king."
Despite hearing the warning, Cyrus looked determined. "Be that as it may, I am a gentleman. It would be against my nature to ignore a beautiful damsel in clear distress."
The purple dragoness smirked. "Flattery?" she snorted. "Your devilish charms won't work on me, Cyrus." She then faced him. "Since I am in a good mood, I shall entertain your offer. But know that if you fail, I will relish in killing you."
Cyrus smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
Zane then watched as Cyrus kissed Violet.
At first Zane assumed that the video would end there. Or at least do the typical fade out to black to obscure the scene that would follow. But it didn't. The camera instead lingered, visibly focusing on the two characters on screen getting more and more heated as their makeout session continued. Zane's eyes slowly widened as the creeping realization began to set in. Cyrus on screen began to salaciously grasp at Violet's lower thigh, the dragon's hand slipping past her waist before stopping to squeeze at the purple dragon's exposed asscheek. Violet broke the kiss, letting out a low groan into Cyrus's ears. The camera panned downwards, focusing exclusively on Violet's bare backside as the black dragon posessively groped at it.
"Why don't we get more comfortable?" Cyrus asked.
"I was thinking the very same idea," Violet responded.
The scene then transitioned, showing the two dragons near a poorly decorated bed that looked like it wasn't part of the set design. Cyrus had discarded his armor and was standing bare chested. He would have been fully naked except he had a pair of white underwear to give him some sense of modesty. At this point, Zane was way past criticizing the video's production value. He was far too concerned at what he was watching. What exactly was he watching? The answer was fairly obvious but the dragon couldn't get his mind to think it; it felt too absurd. Yet the simplest solution was usually the right one. Zane watched as Cyrus gently pushed Violet towards the bed, a look of hunger in the man's eyes. The camera moved closer, looking like it was practically invading the two individual's personal space yet Cyrus and Violet acted professionally enough to ignore it. At that moment in time, the only ones in the room were the two of them.
"Impressed yet?" Cyrus asked, confidently motioning towards his crotch. His white underwear was bulging obscenely, the obvious outline of his erect penis pointed straight at Violet.
"For a mortal?" A mischievous smile appeared on Violet's face. "Perhaps." She then reached over, placing her hands at the waistbands before slowly pulling down. Zane watched with vested interest despite knowing what was going to happen. The camera focused sharply, knowing full well that this was a big moment. Violet had to tug down sharply as the underwear snagged on Cyrus's erection. She eventually succeeded, freeing Cyrus's penis. Violet ended up having the same reaction as Zane was at that moment in time. Cyrus grinned, loving the look of visible shock and awe that ran through her face.
"The gods have smiled upon you," Violet said, her eyes focused solely on Cyrus's throbbing erection. The camera shifted slightly, allowing Zane to get a clear unobstructed view of Cyrus's cock. To say that it was impressive felt like it was an understatement. Zane found himself pausing the video just to actually process what he was looking at. Cyrus's penis was large as it was thick. Zane himself owned a pair of dildoes that he used to pleasure himself and while those things were already big, they paled in comparison to what hung between Cyrus's legs. A part of him wanted to think that maybe the footage was tampered with; maybe it was morphed to be bigger than it naturally was. But as he resumed the paused video, Violet proved him otherwise. The dragoness reached forward, wrapping her fingers around the massive schlong. The sheer heft and weight was obvious, and she playfully tapped her fingers around it. She gave it a loving squeeze, clearly displaying that her fingers could barely close around the tube of flesh. No amount of visual effects could ever replicate what Zane just saw. It was all natural.
And as Violet continued to fondle the endowed piece of flesh in front of her, Zane felt a pang of jealousy. Despite knowing full well that he was watching a porno that his mother and father were apparently part of, Zane didn't mind it one bit. If anything, his body was reacting quite positively as he soon realized that his own erection was desperately seeking attention. In spite of the show being cheesy, his penis wanted to be a gentleman and give it the appropriate standing ovation. The premise was simple but the two people on screen elevated the script just enough to make it very enticing. It felt wrong. Or at least Zane thought it should feel wrong that he was enjoying this. That he should feel guilty.
Yet he didn't.
Zane opted to just think about the heavy questions later as his stiffening cock was making it difficult to contemplate. All the blood from his head was going to his penis. Besides, he wasn't really hurting anyone. How different was this to regular porn? The dragon bit his lip before quickly dashing to his door and locking it. He wanted to make sure he had the privacy for this. He stripped off his shirt, followed by his shorts and then his underwear. His cock flopped freely into the air, already leaking copious amounts of pre. His heart pounding in his chest and his excitement hightenting due to the circumstances, Zane reached forward and continued the video.
It was getting more heated. Violet used her fingers to squeeze Cyrus's hefty schlong, producing a large bead of pre from the tip. The dragoness stuck her tongue out and caught it at the flat of her tongue. She licked her lips happily savoring the taste. Cyrus smiled at her, gently coaxing her to continue. Violet followed, swirling her tongue around Cyrus's engorged tip. A low groan emanated from the dragon's throat. Violet then continued, opening her mouth to get a piece of the large meat in her. Zane watched as Violet's cheeks visibly spread apart in an effort to accommodate Cyrus's hefty size. It made Zane drool and he continued to quietly pump at his own cock that was now fully erect and desperate for more.
The lewd sounds of slurping rang from Zane's computer speakers as the video continued. The camera leaned in, focusing primarily on what Violet was doing; the dragoness easily handled Cyrus's penis, taking in more and more of him. His length disappeared down her throat and a visible bulge began to show itself on Violet's throat whenever she got far enough. Drool escaped the sides of her lips, dropping down to her bountiful breasts. She reached outwards, grabbing hold of Cyrus's balls and playfully tugged and squeezed them. Cyrus responded by growling excitedly at her. The dragoness eventually pulled herself away from him, wiping the remnants of spit and precum from the sides of her face. Violet then removed her bra, exposing her lovely breasts on screen. The camera lingered for a moment, allowing Violet to cup them with her hands and let Cyrus gently tug at her puffy nipples.
Zane felt his cock throb at the sight of them. Her mother was beautiful and no one in the world would be able to tell him otherwise. He watched intently, his free hand still slowly pumping his own cock, as Cyrus pushed Violet down the bed. The black dragon teasingly planted kisses on the dragoness's bare chest, pausing briefly to flick his tongue back and forth on one of her breasts. Violet shivered, seeing Cyrus go lower and lower, evidently stopping at her crotch. The camera positioned itself close to Cyrus, letting Zane see as Cyrus parted the small fabric that exposed Violet's pussy.
She was in full bloom. Her outer lips were swollen and full, slightly parted to indicate just how aroused she was. A faint trail of liquid dripped from her folds, to which Cyrus was quick to lap up with his tongue. Violet visibly shuddered, the feeling of Cyrus's cold tongue on her hot body felt electric. Cyrus wasted no time. He used his free hand to spread her open, exposing more of her sensitive parts to him. He then leaned in, driving his tongue forward to gently penetrate her. Violet whimpered, her legs shaking around Cyrus. Aside from the dragon using his tongue to stimulate her, he was also using his free hand to gently rub at her exposed clit. The sensations were so strong that she cried out, a shiver coursing through the entirety of her body.
"Fuck..." she cursed, her cheeks red and her eyes half lidded. Cyrus brought her close to climax but masterfully pulled back to not give her the satisfaction of release. Her eyes darted to the black dragon who just smiled knowingly at her.
The dragon then stood up, easily looming above her. Cyrus teasingly pumped his cock, blobs of pre dripping out and dropping onto Violet's exposed pussy. He then lined himself up, playfully rubbing his engorged head against the folds of her vagina. Violet's body shuddered once more, feeling sparks of pleasure race through the entirety of her body. She was about to snap at him, angry for making her wait this long, but her voice failed her. The camera focused entirely on Cyrus's penetration. Zane watched as Violet's folds parted like the red sea, easily moving aside against the hefty schlong that was passing through.
The look of ecstasy on her face sold it all. Even Zane knew that the expression she wore was genuine and not played up for the camera. Violet trembled, closing her eyes as just the initial insertion was enough to bring her ever so close to orgasm once more. Zane wondered how she was even doing it. Watching Cyrus's cock effortlessly glide into her was like watching someone easily slip a round peg inside a very, very small elongated hole. It must have taken hours of practice and preparation.
Regardless, Zane's body trembled, emphatically feeling Violet's sensations. His own ass quivered, the sheer idea of taking something like that up inside him was enough to make his cock throb and spurt a low amount of pre forward. The excess landed on his thigh and the rest dribbled continuously down his painfully erect length. At this point, his own hands were a blur on his penis. Zane never felt so hard in his entire life. Finding good porn was tough; he wasn't a stranger to surfing the internet, trying to find that one video that was worth a damn that he felt decent enough to bring him to climax.
This video? This was exquisite.
And that wasn't because he was watching his parents fuck.
It was because he was watching two hot people fuck.
By this point, Cyrus had fully hilted himself. His large set of balls pressed themselves against Violet's entrance. The black dragon allowed his partner to get used to his size, and after a second, Cyrus began his thrusts. It was slow, methodic, almost tender in a way. The camera leaned in, showing in full clear detail the way Cyrus pulled out. Violet's vagina visibly clung onto the invading member, desperately trying to hold it back. Cyrus used his free hands to slowly spread her pussy's lips apart, pulling his cock out until just the head was still inside her and then sliding it back in again. It slid easier this time, and the dragon groaned as he felt Violet clamp down around him.
"Are you impressed now?" Cyrus asked, grinning smugly at Violet.
The dragoness flashed him an expression that was a mixture of lust and anger. "Less talking; more fucking," she commanded.
Cyrus answered her request by pushing forward enthusiastically. Violet clung onto the bed sheets, her grip tight as can be. A rhythm soon followed. The camera then shifted to an interesting angle. One that only further heightened Zane's arousal. It positioned itself squarely behind Cyrus, the angle low enough where the viewer could see his two plump balls swaying hypnotically back and forth, in tune with the dragon's thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin was the cherry on top and Zane could see in detail by just how much Violet was being spread apart by Cyrus.
"Fuck..." Zane moaned, his cock throbbing painfully in his hands.
Cyrus picked up pace. The dragon grunting heavily as he continued to pound Violet. The bed shook, the metal frame creaking as it scraped across the floor. The camera highlighted Violet's breasts jiggling beautifully as Cyrus thrust in and out. She was moaning loudly, a look of joy and happiness etched on her face. In a few moments however, this turned into an expression of bliss. Her mouth formed to the shape of an 'o', and she closed her eyes sharply. She cried out loud. "I'm cumming, Cyrus!"
Fluids gushed out as her entire body convulsed. A long drawn out moan emanated from her lips as her entire body was rocked by the mind blowing climax. She bit her lip soon after, feeling jolts of pleasure race through her as Cyrus didn't stop whatsoever. The dragon was focused, Violet's pussy clamping down on his cock with a tight vice grip. Whether she was doing it on purpose or not, Cyrus felt like she was milking him for all he was worth. It was becoming more and more difficult to hang on. In a matter of moments, he himself roared out. His cock throbbed inside her. The camera quickly panned to the money shot, showing the dragon's thick black cock visibly pulsing as it unloaded everything inside her. It seemed like it grew an inch thick with each blast. Violet groaned, feeling the warm sensation traverse her body. This went on for like five or so blasts in a consistent interval. Eventually, it died down and Cyrus pulled himself out. The camera aligned itself to give the viewer a clear view of Violet's messy pussy. White hot cum leaked out, the sheer volume and excess a surprise to all. Both dragons were exhausted and out of breath. Cyrus looked like he forgot his lines for a minute. Thankfully Violet covered for him.
"That was...that was a very...convincing way to appease me, Cyrus," she began, looking at him. "Fine, I shall not bother your countryside any longer."
"That's great news!" Cyrus said, getting back into character.
Violet quickly cut him off. "On one condition: you continue to visit me regularly. Who knows what I'll do when I don't get the help that I need."
Cyrus smiled. "That can easily be arranged."
The video began to fade as Cyrus leaned in once more, kissing the purple dragoness on the lips. The narrator's voice came back into the fray. As the narrator began to give unnecessary exposition to the viewers, Zane found himself breathing heavily as he leaned back in his chair. He had ejaculated at the climax of the video, and his bare chest was stained with his white hot seed. He sat there lethargically for a moment, just trying to catch his breath. His mind free from the haze of lust that seemingly blinded him, the reality of the situation came crashing into him.
"Mom and dad are pornstars!" he said out loud. "They're fucking pornstars!"
His eyes darted towards his computer screen, the window popping back into the fray to show him the other folders that were inside the flashdrive. Zane reached over to the mouse and opened another folder at random. It too had a video file. The sheer realization of what these videos were already made his cock stir once more.
The dragon didn't bother cleaning up the cum on his chest. He was going to make a mess again anyways.
0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0 = 0
Night soon came.
The family of dragons had dinner together, seated at their respective positions at the dinner table. Violet was enthusiastically sharing a story of how successful her day went: the deal was signed and she was going to get a hefty commission for it. Cyrus opted to celebrate by drinking canned beer. The mood was festive and happy, however Cyrus noted that his son was unnaturally muted. Zane was just at his corner, quietly eating his food and listening in. While it wasn't uncommon for the dragon to pull back every now and then, Cyrus did notice that he seemed tired. Was he exercising while they were gone? The dragon didn't think much of it and opted not to ask Zane about it.
Dinner was soon finished and everyone helped clean up the mess. A few minutes later, Violet excused herself. She wanted to rest early for tonight as she was tired from having to talk all day and wanted her beauty sleep. Once Cyrus was done with the dishes, he opted to spend the rest of his evening watching a stream on the television in the living room. There was an F1 race happening and he didn't want to miss it. The black dragon parked his rear on his side of the sofa and pushed the button on the remote. The television came to life and a few minutes later, he was watching a live coverage of the sports event. He was quietly listening in when his attention was diverted when someone joined him on the couch.
"Hey champ," he greeted, looking at his son.
"Hey dad," Zane said, flopping at his side of the sofa. The younger dragon had his phone on hand and was idly tapping at the screen. Watching TV together was something the two considered a bonding activity. Cyrus knew that Zane wasn't really interested in the races he personally enjoyed, but he appreciated his son showing some semblance of interest in his personal hobbies. It was a small gesture but it meant a lot. As the two kept to themselves, it was Zane who ultimately broke the silence.
"Dad, can I ask you something?"
Cyrus's brow rose. "Yeah, sure, what's up?"
"When you were young like me, what did you do for a living?"
The black dragon thought for a moment. "I did odd jobs. I played football when I was in college so it helped get my body fit allowing me to do more labor intensive jobs. Those were the kind people didn't want to do so I easily landed them. The pay was shit but for a broke college kid, it helped me get away from living off scraps and instant ramen."
"It only got better once you graduated, right?"
Cyrus nodded. "Yeah. Having a degree changes things. It took a while but I eventually landed my accounting job. And then I worked at that for a bit building a career. I then met your mom and well the rest is history."
Zane then looked at him. "But it wasn't that easy right?"
"What do you mean?"
"You were a fresh graduate student; finding a job with zero to no experience is very difficult. That is unless you have a good internship to back your skills up. Have you ever done internships?"
"I...did," Cyrus said, sounding like he was picking his words carefully. He then decided to take control of the conversation. "Why are you so curious?"
"I..." Zane paused, thinking for a moment. He then looked at his father. After everything Zane did earlier this morning, it was hard to see Cyrus the same way he did before. Not because Zane viewed him differently; no, Cyrus was still his father. That was a fact. But also because Zane saw him as Cyrus the pornstar. It was tough to get the image of his dad's smoking hot body out of his head. Despite being older and not having the same physique as he once did, Zane could still see why Cyrus was picked up as a pornstar: he had an inherent charm to him and was handsome. That and Cyrus had a notably big cock. "Well, I saw something."
"You saw something?" It was at this point that Cyrus's curiosity was fully piqued. He turned his body instinctively to face his son. "What did you see?" he asked, unsure at the moment as to where Zane was going with this.
Zane took a sharp breath. He then fished for an item out of his pocket. Cyrus watched as the dragon showed him a small flash drive. Zane looked at him expectantly but Cyrus responded with just a confused raise of his eyebrows. "You saw this flashdrive?"
"You don't recognize what this is?" Zane asked.
Cyrus shook his head, genuinely confused at what was going on. "Should I?"
Zane sighed. He wasn't sure if Cyrus was playing dumb on purpose or not. He decided to just be frank with his father. "Dad, there's porn in this flash drive."
The black dragon blinked. He then responded, "Is it any good?"
Zane rolled his eyes. "It's porn that involves you."
There was a moment of silence. Zane watched as he could mentally see the gears turning inside his father's head. A look of realization dawned on Cyrus. His expression changed from confused, to shocked, then concerned, and then lastly, amused. He ultimately let out a light chuckle, surprising Zane. "Oh, now I recognize that flash drive. Where did you find it?"
"In the attic," Zane answered. There was a flood of questions he wanted to ask. He didn't know which one to even begin with. "This is legitimate then?"
Cyrus sighed, shaking his head. "I suppose at some point in your life you were going to find out about it." He then smiled. "I'm surprised it took this long." Cyrus nodded. "Yes, son. That's porn involving me and your mom." He then asked a question that caught the dragon off guard. "Did you like it?"
Zane blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Come on," Cyrus smiled at him playfully. "Did you like your old man going at it?"
The dragon thought back to the video and he could feel the blush rising to his face. Cyrus noted Zane's hesitance to answer and laugh at his expense. Zane waved a hand dismissively. "That's beside the point." He figured to change the subject. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Cyrus thought for a moment. "It never came up. It wasn't like we were purposefully keeping it from you."
"Really?"
The black dragon looked at him. "You said it yourself: you found it in the attic. If we were trying to keep this from you, I would have done a better job at hiding the damn thing."
"How come I didn't find anything about this on the internet?"
Cyrus raised a finger for emphasis. "The beauty of the time back then was that the internet was at its infancy. We mostly had CDs and DVDs. In some regards it worked out for us. We were able to live two different lives, your mother and I."
Zane nodded. "I guess that makes sense. Being a pornstar isn't exactly a good thing to put on your resume."
"Pretty much," Cyrus answered. He then eyed the flash drive on Zane's hand. "What video did you first see anyways?"
"It was the video of you and mom where you were like a king and you needed to calm the dragon that was terrorizing your kingdom."
"Oh! Royal Duties! Would you believe that was my first video?" Cyrus asked.
"What?" Zane asked, completely blindsided. "You have to be joking. Your acting was surprisingly decent for your first time."
Cyrus chuckled. "Thank you. I'll take that compliment to heart. And yeah, that's why the producer decided to bring on board. They thought I had a natural talent that needed to be shown on screen."
"Were they talking about your acting skills or your cock?"
Cyrus smirked. "Yes." He then laughed lightly. Once he calmed down, he then asked, "want to watch it with me?"
Zane was puzzled. "Watch what?"
"The porn!" Cyrus said out loud. "I don't think I've seen these things in quite a long time and I want to see if they still hold up."
The dragon was taken aback. "Are you seriously asking me to watch porn with you?"
Cyrus then looked at his son. "Zane, if you're hesitant because you're afraid your old man will see your cock then don't be. I raised you myself; I've seen you shit, cry, piss, and do all three things at the same time because you didn't get your nap when you were still a child. There's nothing about you that I've haven't seen."
Zane blinked. "That was too much information. Wouldn't this be a bit narcissistic for you?"
"Aren't you the guy who takes selfies and hopes people will give you more virtual likes on the gram?"
That one cut deep. "Touche." Zane then stood up and walked over to the television, plugging the flash drive into the spare port at the back. Cyrus used the remote to navigate to the file explorer. It took a moment to load but a few minutes later the two were greeted to the numerous folders that were inside.
Cyrus hovered the cursor on one of the folders. "Oh I remember this one," he commented. "How many of these have you seen?"
"I've seen three," Zane answered honestly. "The Royal Duties one that you mentioned, the one where you were in a locker room, and the one where mom was apparently doing a photoshoot."
"Oh you're going to love this then," Cyrus remarked. He then pressed play on the remote and the video began to play.
If you had told Zane earlier this morning that he was going to watch pornography that involved his parents with one of them in the room, he would have called you crazy. Yet here he was, just about to do that. The video began to play, showing the familiar animated logo he had seen earlier of Blackout Entertainment. It then faded the next scene in, showing the actors on screen in what looked like a futuristic spaceship. Or at least, they were trying to. The production value was questionable so the sets and props looked like they were made by students in highschool. The costumes the actors wore had the same problem; they looked like they were scraped together by what was lying around. Still, this was a porn video, so all of this was superficial. The actors were the true stars.
A familiar black dragon appeared on screen. Zane's father was this time playing a space captain, piloting a ship whose main goal was to explore a nearby planet. Dialogue was about to happen when the video began to fast forward. Zane glanced at his father who was uninterestedly pressing the button. "Dad!"
"What?" Cyrus cried out. "Are you seriously going to listen to this dialogue? Everyone knows that viewers just fast forward to the good stuff. That's why the writing is so terrible."
He did bring up a good point. Besides, the premise wasn't that difficult to understand. Cyrus's crew was going to explore an alien planet, and thus a few minutes later were beamed down towards it. The scenery changed from a science fiction spaceship bridge, to what looked like the backyard of someone who had an abundance of plants and trees. Zane had to give them props, the people behind the production genuinely tried with what they were given.
As the plot demanded, Cyrus's crew ran into the locals that inhabited the alien planet. A group of individuals that were visibly less dressed. While Cyrus's crew were wearing shirts and jeans, the supposed aliens were wearing loincloths and painted on tattoos on their chests and back. To Zane, the writing was pedestrian and quite frankly predictable. As expected, Cyrus opted to talk with the leader of the alien tribe, a large looking muscular horse. They then excused themselves to one of the supposed structures the tribe built for a shelter: a modern looking house. How convenient.
Zane watched as Cyrus fast-forwarded the brief dialogue that happened. From what he could gather from the brief snippets of the subtitles, the alien tribe was friendly and welcoming. They would be more than happy to show their space faring visitors around. However, as customary, a greeting ceremony had to be conducted. Zane didn't have to think hard to know what the supposed ceremony entailed. Honestly, the scene was hot; the two actors on screen made out and began to grope each other enthusiastically. This alone made Zane's crotch stir. But what ultimately got him going was what he saw from the corner of his eyes.
At his side of the couch, Cyrus was shamelessly rubbing his hand against the hardening bulge that was pressing against the fabric of his shorts. Zane froze, unsure of what to do. His body however did. His own erection pressed heavily against his shorts, tenting it visibly for anyone to see. Cyrus happened to glance at Zane then and saw him staring. "What's wrong, Zane?"
"N-nothing," Zane commented. "I'm just surprised at how...casual you are of all this."
Cyrus let out a chuckle. "We're watching porn, Zane. What do you expect me to do? Just sit here and oggle the video?"
Again, Cyrus brought up another good point. Maybe Zane was just thinking about this too much. His father's approach of just going with it seemed the better idea. He let out a sigh and relaxed, lethargically rubbing at his own erection. However, it wasn't enough. He wanted to get comfortable. As if thinking the same thing, Cyrus stood up. Zane watched as his father began to undress right before him. Cyrus's shorts dropped down to his knees and he unceremoniously kicked them towards the side. He then continued with his white underwear, easily stripping them off without a care in the world. Zane didn't know what to expect. He was already impressed at seeing his father's cock in the video earlier that day. But to see it in person? It was something else entirely.
Cyrus's cock bobbed freely in the air, moving up and down as it was jostled free from its confines. Zane's eyes were transfixed on it. While he wasn't a stranger to seeing penises, he had been in relationships before, they all paled in comparison to what hung between his father's legs. It was impressively long and just as impressively thick. It looked like it was as long as a bottle of beer and was just as thick as a can of it. The video did not do Cyrus any justice at all. If anything, it held him back. Zane didn't know it, but a drool began to slip past the side of his lips.
The black dragon then flopped back down the couch, his bareass making contact on the furniture. "There we go," Cyrus nonchalantly commented. "Much better." He then turned his head to look at Zane who was still transfixed at what he was seeing. "What? What is it?"
"N-nothing," Zane said, shaking his head. It was admittedly difficult to avert his gaze from the impressive piece of flesh that was near him.
"You should get comfortable," Cyrus suggested. "The good part is coming up."
Zane bit his lip. But after a few moments of quietly thinking to himself, he decided to take up his father's advice. The younger dragon stood up and began to undress his lower half. His hands were a little shaky due to the excitement coursing through him. His shorts fell to the ground soon after and he gently kicked them off towards the side. Zane was left in his underwear. He hesitated for a slight second before ultimately just throwing caution to the wind. He bent down, pulling his underwear down to his ankles before kicking them off towards where his shorts laid. Cyrus smiled upon seeing his son sit back down the sofa, his son's erection bobbing back and forth. "Better?"
Zane tried to regain his composure. He shrugged. "It's okay, I suppose."
The apple didn't fall far from the tree. Zane was gifted much like his dad. However, instead of being thick like he was, he had an inch of length to make up for it. Zane felt his cock throb in his hands, a bead of pre escaping from the tip. He knew for sure that wasn't because of the video. He was actually getting more and more turned on by the sheer circumstance he found himself in. Despite the video in front of him now at probably its hottest point, Captain Cyrus was fucking the stallion enthusiastically, Zane's attention was more focused on the person seated next to him: his father.
Cyrus's attention was solely focused on the video. There was no hint of anxiety or awkwardness in his body's posture. He was doing this as if he had done it numerous times before. Maybe he was desensitized to it due to working in the porn industry. Regardless, it allowed Zane to practically ogle his father's cock shamelessly. The purple dragon jerked himself off, his vision solely on the stiff piece of flesh that hung between his father's legs. It was definitely better in real life. He was so into it that he didn't even pace himself. Before long, Zane felt the tell tale signs of his orgasm coming ever so close. He tried to hold back but was unable to. The purple dragon soon cried out, ejaculating harder than he had ever had in his entire life. His white hot seed shot out, spraying onto his perfectly good clean shirt and staining it. Cyrus watched with glee, seeing his son rock band forth as the climax ran through his son's entire body. It was quite a show and a messy one at that.
"Fuck..." Zane said, remarking at how much of a mess he made.
"It happens," Cyrus remarked. "You should get cleaned up."
"Uh...yeah." Zane's eyes once again darted to his father's stiff erection. Cyrus was still firm and erect. A crazy thought raced through Zane's head; one that he knew he shouldn't act on. But despite his mind screaming at him otherwise, his body moved of its own accord. The purple dragon scooted over, moving close to Cyrus. The black dragon just raised his brow, wondering what Zane wanted when Zane's free hand moved to close itself around Cyrus's cock. Neither moved nor spoke for what seemed like a clear second. Zane could feel Cyrus's pulse through his throbbing cock. It was racing just like his. Without saying another word, Zane then began to jerk his own father off.
Cyrus decided to just go with the development, removing his hands entirely and letting his son work on his throbbing length. He leaned back on the sofa, resting lethargically and enjoying the handjob he was now getting. "A little harder," he said, looking at Zane who was blushing a deep crimson red.
Zane nodded, obediently following the request. His father's cock looked big. It felt bigger in his hands. He could barely close his fingers around it, especially when it throbbed in his hands. A slow steady stream of pre leaked from the cock head, dripping down his bare hands. It made everything slick and easier to move. Zane continued, eventually leaning back on the sofa as well and casually jerking off his father as they went on to watch the film.
"Can you go a bit faster?" Cyrus asked.
Zane did so. His speed increased in pace, the base of his hand gently slapping against his father's large thighs. "Better?"
Cyrus let out a low moan of pleasure in response. "Much better."
This went on for a few. The two just quietly enjoyed their time together as they watched porn. At this point, the video was now at a point where the equine was fucking Cyrus instead. Fresh cum was leaking out of the stallion's butt and was dripping copiously down his legs. Zane wondered if his dad was going to cum just as much, if not more right about this very moment. He didn't have to wait long however. Cyrus began to breathe heavily, his cock throbbing painfully in Zane's hands. A few seconds after, he ejaculated, Zane seeing strand after strand of white hot cum flying through the air and making a mess wherever they landed. Some landed on Cyrus's chest. Another went past them and onto the floor behind them. A few made it onto Zane once more, barely missing his face and instead landing on his neck. It reeked of pure masculine musk. The excess dribbled out onto Zane's free hand, just as copious as the initial shots if not more.
Zane took that as his cue to let go of Cyrus's cock, instead focusing his attention on the cum in his hands. Without even second guessing himself, he brought it up to his mouth and tasted it. Cyrus was taken aback at the sudden gesture but ultimately found it arousing. "How do you like it?"
It was thick, creamy, a bit salty but a tinge of sweetness. "You need to eat more pineapple," Zane answered.
Cyrus let out a hearty laugh, gently slapping Zane on the back. Zane laughed with him, enjoying the hearty atmosphere. Cyrus eventually regained his composure and figured it was time to clean up. "I'm going to get washed up. Thanks for showing me the video."
"Y-you're welcome, dad," Zane answered.
Cyrus then stood up, stretching a little bit. Having been seated for so long left him feeling slightly cramped. His cock bobbed up and down, now slowly deflating. Despite becoming flaccid, it was still impressive as ever. Cum slowly dripped down the sides of his thighs. The black dragon turned to Zane. "This was fun," Cyrus began. "We should do this again sometime."
Zane blinked. But then he smiled.
He was already looking forward to it.