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Unfaithful

Part one of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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Fyr and Chemical were old friends. Truth be told, they had been friends for a long, long time and, if asked, would have to lie through their teeth while swearing to tell the truth on the Bible, if it ever came to a court of law. The dragonesses just knew one another too intimately to ever go against one another, knowing where all the, figurative, bodies were buried.

Well... That was what Fyr thought. But she wasn't aware that things were changing.

She'd just been happy when Chem had said that she was moving up near her, for they had not talked as much as they wanted over the last couple of years. Thank god for social media, right? It was one way, at the very least, to stay up to date on what was happening in someone else's life, even though it was a more impartial, separate way of staying in touch with someone.

However, being close to her helped a lot, especially when she was having a few little ups and downs with Ropes, though Fyr was not the sort of dragoness who liked talking about her relationships with others. She was quite a private dragoness, it had to be said, and she took a while to open up to new anthros, no matter who they were.

The crimson dragoness welcomed Chemical into her home with a hug and a squeal, losing her composure only briefly, though she wanted to be open with Chem too. It was just strange, launching herself at the dragon who looked so familiar and like a stranger at the same time, her arms wrapped around a strong, firm body.

"Chem! It's so good to see you!"

She meant every word. Chemical was a little taller than her, but only by an inch or so, sharply coloured in green and black scales, toxic like her namesake. A thick mane of green hair spilt down the back of her neck to her upper back, often wild and untamed, but she made the look work for her. Her black scales were brightly marked in slices of green wrapping around her back and sides. A pair of pink, jagged horns and pink claw-tips completed her natural ensemble, though only those with a keen eye often discerned the pink tips to her wings too, the little bony protrusion that gave them a little more shape and individual definition.

She held Fyr's arms and smiled widely, showing her teeth faintly. Fyr hadn't changed a bit, with the same orange frill atop her head, her light horns delicate and alluring, the bulk of her scales that rich, deep red. Only when she was naked would the yellow-orange stripes curling around her back and sides, matching Chemical's own, in a way, be visible, though the dragoness was familiar with those after some very intimate times they had spent together. Chemical purred throatily at the memory, her tail curling back and forth, the tip flicking with raw need.

"And you'll be seeing a lot more of me," Chemical said, though her eyes slid back over Fyr's shoulder to the cougar that had appeared. "And...this must be Ropes! I've heard so much about you!"

Ropes grinned, stepping forward. The demon cougar had his four tentacles tucked away, though he wasn't wearing contacts at that time, leaving the pale, eerie glow of his eyes in full view.

"Yeah, I've heard a lot about you too, Chemical - can I call you Chem?" He asked, as smooth and as suave as he always had been. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Fyr rolled her eyes at her husband while he bent down to kiss Chemical's hand, the dragoness giggling as if she had never been treated with such chivalry before.

"Honestly, Ropes, you're going to embarrass me," Fyr tutted, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Come on, Chem, come in, come in - are you staying tonight or heading back to yours?"

"Oh..." Chemical said, her gaze lingering on Ropes, even as she stroked her jaw as if she was genuinely considering the question. "I wouldn't mind staying another time, but I think I'd better head back to my place tonight."

Fyr didn't catch the look. Perhaps it was the fact that she had seen so many others come on to Ropes similarly, the demon of lust attracting partners like moths to a flame. It was just a habit of being with a demon like him and, frankly, she still wouldn't have had it any other way. She loved him how he was, despite their little spats.

Fur and scales really could fly between them...

That night with Chem was normal, nice. There wasn't really all that much that Fyr would have said about it, in hindsight - except for Chemical winding her up, of course, though that was not all that unusual. It was the first time too that Chemical and Ropes met in person and that was interesting to see, the little quirks and nuances about how they interacted. Fyr smiled, bringing a couple of ciders that she had picked up from a small batch brewery further out in the countryside back to the living room.

Chemical sat near Ropes, laughing at something that he had said. The cougar leaned back comfortably, the arm furthest away from Chem stretched across the back of the sofa. They looked the picture of relaxation and, without thinking, she let out a sigh of relief, glad that her friend and her husband were getting along so well.

"Hey, Fyr!" Chem chuckled, shooting her a look. "Come over here, I was just telling Ropes how frisky you used to be..."

Fyr baulked, heat rushing to her cheeks.

"I... Uh..." She shook her head, trying to diffuse the situation. "Oh, uh, Ropes knows all about me, Chem, don't bore him with old stories."

Ropes smirked.

"I don't know, I'd rather like to hear that story. I don't think you've told me about you and Chemical, Fyr."

He used his wife's name deliberately as she squirmed, uncomfortable under the scrutiny. For the dragoness had not really told everything to Ropes, even though everything was okay and, frankly, it had been before she had even met the cougar.

"Fyr and I used to, you know," Chemical said, waving her paw lightly. "Play around. Have a bit of fun."

Fyr grunted and shifted her weight, clasping the bottles of cider uncomfortably tight.

"God damn it, Chem..."

"I even took her v-card," Chem added on, as if that needed to be said. "Well, you know...female virginity. I don't think you'd been with a guy yet back then, had you, Fyr?"

Fyr groaned and strode in, plopping the bottles down with unnecessary force.

"Alright, alright, yeah, make fun of me, that's fine," she said, her smile a little forced. "You don't need to give Ropes all the old stories about me, Chem, let me have some secrets still."

Yet Fyr could never have realised that there would be more secrets to be held close - and they wouldn't be hers. That time she had ended up blackout drunk and had to be dragged back home by Chem paled compared to the secrets that were about to abound, hidden and shoved under the rug as if that was all that it would take to conceal them.

Chem headed home that night with more than just Fyr in her mind, her paw creeping down between her legs to tease the softness of her folds while she was alone. Yet the dark dragoness did not want to be alone, arching back against her pillows with the creak of her mattress under her glutes and back. No... She had a cougar on her mind, even though nothing could happen there, surely, not with him being married to Fyr.

"Ohhhh..."

That didn't stop her from relishing in it, panting softly and rolling her hips up to the thrust of her fingers, wishing that it was something else filling her pussy.

Fyr saw more and more of Chemical as the weeks and then a couple of months passed, the two friends reconnecting and learning about one another, now that they were older. Perhaps they were even a little wiser too, though it was hard to see that coming through. Everyone, regardless of their age, made mistakes. That was something that everyone had to deal with.

It was good, however, to find those new things that they enjoyed, trying out a few new board games and card games, different drinks too, though video gaming was always a solid fallback when they weren't sure what to do. Chemical turned out to have rather a dark taste in films too, which Fyr wasn't totally keen on. She did like horror, yes, but old-style horror, not the new, weird ones that were all about the blood and gore. Something that stuck with her for days afterwards wasn't always her speed either, for she wanted the experience of being scared to stay in the moment.

Things, however, could not always be separated into the neat little boxes that she wanted them to be.

Chemical stayed over, as she'd said she would and Fyr was comfortable enough, by that point, with having her in the house to head to bed before her. She knew her husband would be a good host and, anyway, Chem would be able to entertain herself with the gaming systems if she didn't feel like sleeping for a little longer anyway. They were in a digital age, after all, and there was always something to do.

Chem's place was nice too: Fyr would have described it as cosy. It was not quite as she would have expected for Chemical, yet she was still getting used to the older Chemical, the one who had aged past their younger years. Everyone had to change at some point, after all, and it would have honestly been weird if the dragon hadn't changed at all.

"It's really nice that you're getting along so well with Chem," she commented one day when she was making dinner, sliding a lasagne that she was particularly proud of out of the oven and fanning it lightly, trying to cool it down. "I didn't think you would, she's a bit of an acquired taste."

Ropes shrugged, getting a couple of glasses of water ready for dinner, filled nearly to the brim for both of them.

"Yeah, well, she didn't freak when she heard about the whole demon thing," he said, smiling at the memory in a flash of white teeth. "And she was cool with the tentacles. I would have kept them hidden that day if I'd known she was coming by but, ah well... Cat's out of the bag now."

He much preferred not having to hide his demonic heritage, though there were many in the world that judged him for it. He could not be incarcerated or anything of that matter, of course, but others could at the very least attempt to make his life a whole lot more difficult than Ropes would have liked. A demon, ultimately, had more influence in the world than a mere mortal and Ropes was able to use his charm and powers to his advantage, despite them being limited in the world of mortals.

He made it work for him, however, though he could not stop the natural influences of being a demon of lust, drawing in Chemical to him. Of course, no one could be forced, by his powers, to have sex with him or to be attracted to him, even though there was a lowering of inhibitions and a raising of desires. He even secreted pheromones from his tentacles, though the cougar mostly had control over that. Sometimes, however, they did slip out when he was particularly relaxed - or when he was having amorous feelings towards another near him...

He sat a little closer to Chemical. Fyr didn't notice.

His tail brushed Chemical's when she laughed. Fyr didn't notice.

He brought her food first when they all ordered takeaway together. Fyr didn't notice.

His wife really was clueless but...was that entirely a bad thing? The cat didn't think so, not as his tentacles writhed and twisted under the bedsheets at night, restless and not knowing what to do with himself.

"Fyr..."

Ropes growled, pressing up behind her, his tentacles sliding around his wife as he eased in close. His hardness rose, the spurs around the head of his cock flaring out softly, though they were not sharp enough to cause any harm to a partner. He would not have been all that much of a demon of lust if he had caused injury to a partner in sex, that much was clear.

"Mmmph, Ropes..."

Fyr grumbled, in the small hours of the morning, her tail sweeping out of the way for her husband. It was good to be wanted, even though she did not know the cause of her husband's need, just why his aching hard-on was grinding up over the fleshy softness of her rump, seeking her pussy.

"Mmm..."

She arched her back, panting softly as his tentacles spread her legs for her, lying on her right side with the cougar's chest pressed to her back. There was no distance at all between their bodies, his cock plunging deep, though it was his tentacles that kept her left leg raised and out of the way for his dick to grind into her. The barbs caught and pulled deliciously within her pussy, raking deeply, and she moaned, unable to contain herself despite everything.

It was too much, much too much. She moaned and a tentacle squirmed around to the front of her pussy, rubbing her clit, teasing over it. He never let her pleasure fall by the wayside, but she was glad of him, always thankful that she had such a sweet, hot, loving husband.

Okay, maybe that was the sleeplessness talking, though there was something about being wanted so badly that her husband couldn't possibly wait until the morning that made her flesh crawl deliciously. She couldn't get goosebumps with her scales, thought he itching, prickling sensation still flickered across her body, from her neck down the full length of her arms, gripping the sheets deliriously as she moaned aloud.

"Mmmm... Oh, yes... Ohhhh!"

She didn't have to help herself at all, not as Ropes took good care of her, yowling and nipping passionately at her shoulder. The sheets twisted around them as he fucked her, harder and rougher, though the dragoness' pleasure only escalated. There was no holding back, not for either of them, panting and whimpering, taking everything that was theirs to take and theirs alone, whimpering and licking her lips. When orgasm took her, his tentacle pressed down over her clit, giving her the feeling that something was "sucking" on her nub of pleasure, delight rolling through her with every thrust of the cougar's.

He filled her too, cumming inside her pussy with a shuddering growl and remaining deep, rammed into her as if he was loathe to even pull out a little bit. His shaft didn't soften after releasing his load, the cougar's tail sweeping back and forth anxiously through the bedsheets, stirring it all up with his need.

A fuck hadn't been enough.

They met up with Chemical the next day at a restaurant for dinner, somewhere that had little booths where they could sit and relax, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the main place. It meant that the waiter, from time to time, forgot about them, but it was not so bad with a few drinks to go on, good company and plenty of laughter.

He could have held back and not flirting but it was so easy to do so. All light-hearted, all in good fun - not even the kind of thing that his wife would have picked up on anymore. Fyr did roll her eyes, actually, a couple of times, though she had heard it all from her husband before, around others, and she knew what he was like.

"The town is a lot more interesting for you being here, Chem," Ropes said, raising his glass as if to toast her while the dragoness grinned. "And I'm sure Fyr appreciates it too."

Fyr scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"I'm not bored, I'll say that much," she shot back cryptically. "God, I could really use a good night's sleep though. You two wear me out something awful."

Chem laughed.

"Well, I popped out for lunch with Ropes the other day too, Fyr," she said. "Hope you don't mind, it's just that I still don't really know anyone around here yet. I was thinking of checking out some of the martial arts classes too, but I always get way too into those, and sports, instead of chatting to others and actually trying to make friends."

"Hey, I'm just glad you're getting along," Fyr said, her smile genuine. "I swear, there was this weird part of me that thought that you two were going to hate one another's guts and there I was going to be, stuck standing in the middle, not knowing what the hell I was to do next."

Chemical and Ropes exchanged a look. She missed it. The dragoness wouldn't have thought anything of it if she had seen anyway. It was just normal, perfectly so, between them, nothing at all for her to ever be concerned about.

Or so Fyr thought.

The flirting and the teasing continued, though neither Ropes nor Chemical meant anything by it. There was a natural attraction there, sure, but the difference there was that they both knew that Fyr was there, in the middle, even though the dragon didn't realise that she was.

Chemical's tail brushed against Ropes' leg under the table, though she didn't have to pretend that it was an accident when Ropes shifted his legs apart a little more for her. One of his tentacles slipped down, teasing against her thigh, close to the knee. It was low enough to be accidental and yet it was most sincerely and seriously not. Neither would have wanted it to be.

Little flirts, saying that the other looked good that day, and physical teasing, however, had to come to a head eventually.

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"Ugh..."

Fyr grumbled at the computer, trying to work out the plot of a story that she wanted to have commissioned. Her chair squeaked back and forth under her as she shifted her weight, chewing at her lip as she swung and fidgeted.

"Come on, honey..."

Ropes' sweet tone washed over her, like drowning in honey. Yet it was not the good kind of drowning, no, not by a long shot, not when she was already so frustrated by needing to get all the details right. It was a special commission and she wanted to make sure everything was just the way she wanted to see it, even though she had thought the plot she'd wanted was going to take a completely different direction at first.

Agh, why did things have to be so complicated?

"In a bit, Ropes..."

She didn't often use the desk in the bedroom, her laptop set up on it, and, eventually, she'd get rid of it. They had a second spare bedroom and an office, as well as the main living area downstairs: it was not needed. It was merely a hangover from her younger years when she had had little room in her living space. Ropes, however, had definitely brought her forward into a more comfortable way of living and she would have been rather sore to change it up.

The cougar frowned, tail lashing. She had been stuck on the laptop for what seemed like hours already.

"Come to bed," he tried to coax her, tentacles twisting lightly. "I think I have just the thing to take your mind off that..."

"Mhm..." Fyr said, distracted, not really hearing him, let alone listening. "What do you think about having a leopard in it? I haven't had a leopard in a story for a while..."

"Fyr, are you even listening to me?"

The words came out a lot harsher than he'd intended and Fyr sat up straight, as if a rod had been pushed through her back to force her spine stiff.

"Excuse me," she growled, her voice dropping an octave while her tail curled back and forth dangerously. "But I know for a fact that you can sleep through a hurricane. If you won't help me figure out a good way to set up this story - and how the characters are going to get laid - you're not going to damn well get laid either."

He knew it was something that could have led to amazing sex for them later. Hell, most of their sex was amazing: demon of lust and pheromones and all that. It kind of went with the territory.

But he wanted it now! Was that so wrong? Of course, not - it was Fyr who was being weird and obsessed over the story! It could wait until the morning, why didn't she see that?

"You know what - fine then!"

Not his best comeback as he stormed from the bedroom, hurling the sheets from his body, half-dragging them along with him. He snarled as his tail lashed, ignorant to his wife giving him a concerned look behind him, for she had not realised quite how he was feeling. Communication was key and all that.

Too little came too late, however. He grabbed his trousers and shirt, dragging them on, no underwear, cramming his hind paws into boots while still well and truly in a strop. Damn her - why did she always have to get caught up in something? It was not even that she was flat out turning him down, just so distracted that she didn't even care about it.

That was probably what got under his skin the most. Snatching his keys up from the front door, he slammed it behind him, not caring about the way he made the doorframe shake.

He'd apologise to Fyr in the morning. Maybe. He'd see how he felt about it.

And maybe he shouldn't have, but there was only one other, at that time, that he knew was as much of a night owl as he was. So, he called them.

"Hey, Chem, you up for a drink?"

He met Chemical at the bar not too far away, open late with a relaxed ambience and rock music playing in the background. Old stuff - well, not that old - that he could get into, if he was listening intently to it. Chemical went for top shelf vodka, sipping slowly, while he chose a cocktail with whisky - a Negroni. It was bitter on his tongue and felt pretty much just like the evening that he had had with Fyr, leaving a taste in his mouth that was neither pleasant or unpleasant. It most certainly was not sweet.

"So, you going to say what's on your mind then, cat?"

Chem prodded him gently, glancing at the cougar out of the corner of her eye. It was hard to make eye contact with him, considering the lack of obvious pupils, his irises expanding in that soft, white glow. He had left his contacts out that night too, though his tentacles were under his shirt, even if they were not all that well concealed at that time.

Ropes sighed.

"Only Fyr calls me that..."

Chemical's eyes gleamed, though she did not yet reach out to him.

"I'm sure I can find something different to call you," she said, her voice softer than it usually was. "But you're not yourself, are you? Not like when we went out to get lunch. This isn't just a friendly call, is it?"

The cat growled and shook his head, tentacles twisting and trying to press free of his shirt. If anyone behind him noticed the bulges and ripples in his shirt, they were wise enough not to draw attention to them.

"Yeah, no," he said, non-committal as he curled his fingers, claws lightly digging into the bar top. "No... It's not that bad, just Fyr... Ugh. She was getting on my nerves. She gets her nose stuck in one thing and - bam! That's it! It's like nothing else exists for her!"

Chemical chuckled lightly, nudging his drink towards him. Even though it took an awful lot more to actually get Ropes drunk, being a demon, he was still glad of the smooth slide down his throat. Even the action of drinking was comforting, in its own way.

"Yeah, I get that, she was always weird like that when she was younger too," Chem said. "Once, I even managed to tie her tail in a knot because she was so focused on what she was doing!"

"What?" That startled Ropes into a bark of laughter, drawing back to look incredulously at the dragon. "No, you're kidding? You actually managed to loop her tail around and tie it in a knot? Really?"

Chemical grinned, sitting up a little straighter. That was better, the atmosphere between them lightening a bit. As Ropes had said, despite his foul mood: it had not all been that bad.

"Yeah, really," she bragged, still proud of the joke that she had played years ago. "I dunno what she was doing but she had her nose in book, making notes or something... I think she only noticed when her tail got sore."

Ropes laughed and shook his head.

"Yeah, that really sounds like her..."

"So, what did she do this time that got you all pissed off, hm?" Chemical asked again, opening up the door a little wider, where she had, so far, managed to crack it open. "I mean, c'mon, I'm not going to say anything to her, nor to anyone else. I get it. Relationships are tough, sometimes you just need to vent..."

Ropes growled, bobbing his head in agreement. He'd lived long enough to know the truth in her words. Even if Chem, truthfully, shouldn't have been the one that he ended up venting to.

Over the years, those lines blurred too.

"She was commissioning this story, she does this a lot," he said, delving into the tale of what had actually happened between them, as nondescript, in reality, as it was. "I mean, it's late, right? She doesn't need to be doing that now, probably is still working on it right now. I wanted to, you know, get her off that stupid computer and into bed... And she's still trying to work out how these characters - who don't even really exist - get laid!"

Chemical sat back, puffing out her cheeks with air and raising her eyebrows.

"Wow, that kind of is a lot."

She pressed her lips together, hiding how they twitched, striving to let that devious smirk onto them. Oh, she knew how Fyr was, that much was certain, but she was sure too that she recalled a similar scenario from when they had been younger. That time had ended with Chem's muzzle between her legs, however, and the dragoness hadn't taken no for an answer. She wasn't one to get as frustrated, clearly, as Ropes - but the dynamic and relationship between the cougar and the dragoness was different.

"I mean..." Chemical ventured, choosing her words carefully. "I get that she's into that stuff, I like reading kinky stories too and all that, but..."

"Oh, that's not it," Ropes continued. "She said I wasn't going to get laid if I didn't get her story characters laid... I mean - seriously? That's..."

He growled, tail lashing. For all the centuries that he had been alive, that was not a reason for not having sex that Ropes had ever heard before. Though the cat wasn't sure if that was something he should say aloud, for he didn't know if Chem knew the full extent of his demonic heritage yet. She knew he was a demon and had seen his tentacles (she was going to, of course, with how much time she'd spent around their place) but knowing how much more life he had lived could be problematic.

And there was a treacherous, dangerous part of the cougar that wanted to be on the same page as her, not separate zip codes.

If that even made sense...

"Well, that's bullshit then," Chemical said, as blunt as ever. "I mean... Yeah, okay, I get why you're pissed now. That could be fun, could be flirty, but I get the impression that she wasn't meaning it like that at all?"

Ropes shook his head, nipping at the inside of his cheek, sharp teeth catching flesh.

"No... No, she's... Ah..." He rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his eyes, though the action could not be seen with the pale glow of them. "She's not as into sex as me. You know why, makes sense. Few would be. But I wish she'd just tell me that rather than make things up, you know?"

He didn't beat around the bush, so to speak, and didn't want others to do so around him either. However, Ropes was not and never had been in control of others, despite his powers and influence.

"Look, I know she's my friend and all but that's just a bitch move," Chemical added, sliding in closer to bump him with her shoulder: a gentle, fleeting yet comforting touch. "If she's being a bitch, she'll get over it in the morning. It's probably more of a big deal to you though than it is to her, so sounds like you're the one that's going to have to raise it."

Ropes growled, shoulders tensing.

"Yeah, like I'm going to get any rest before that..." He grunted, words surprisingly dark. "Can you even chill out at all before an argument that you know is coming?"

Chemical blinked. It was the wrong moment, the wrong time, and not something that she should have been doing at all...and yet the dragoness had found her opening. And she didn't want to let it go.

"Hm... Yeah, I get that, Ropes," she said, biding her time and drawing out her words. "But, look, you can't let it get to you like this. I mean, it needs to be talked about, but just feeling bad about the whole thing isn't going to make it better either. You two need to talk and dreading every moment until that talk is just going to be hell for you."

"Been there, done that."

Chemical snickered, tail twitching as it brushed against his. That time, it was an accident - though a welcome one.

"Yeah, fucking figures," she all but chortled. "I'm not here to take sides, but I know you two will work it out. Really just sounds like a problem in communication and it's the kind of thing that's really fucking hard to talk about at the point of the actual problem happening."

"Yeah, I know..."

She managed to distract him a bit, plying him with more drinks. At least Chemical could be confident in the knowledge that she wasn't going to cause him any harm by drinking too much, though it would have been funny to see him inebriated. She probably didn't have enough money in her bank account for that to even happen.

Lightening the mood some, the dragoness got him to talk about better times, stupid things, stories about Fyr tripping and falling flat on her snout at a ball game, when they had gone on their first date. Hell, they were married and all - they had to be close enough to not let a silly thing like a miscommunication get the better of them. Yet maybe Chemical was that friend that both of them needed to get them back on track.

Or she could be the friend that tore it all down. The temptation was there, dark and deliciously bitter in the back of her mouth. She could almost feel how easy it would be...

The dragoness, however, still had not decided how she wanted to proceed, despite the sizzling, crackling energy between them. There was a connection there, between the cougar and her, and Chem would have been a fool not to notice it.

Ropes, however, acted like he didn't see it. It was his daily motive, after all, the tantalising throbs of lust and energy, what drew demons to their "victims." Of course, no one was a victim when it came to him, though there were other, far darker, demons in the underworld who would take a partner without the requirement of consent... That was not what a demon of lust was or would ever be about, however.

The cougar smirked, taking a drink as he leaned in close to Chemical, as if he was sharing a secret with her.

"You know, I got her to fuck in the car once."

Chemical mock-gasped, clapping a paw to her muzzle.

"No way!" She exaggerated, fighting to keep laughter from her lips. "That prude? How did you manage that?"

Ropes laughed, shaking his head. One of his tentacles threatened to slip out, teasing up against the spot at the back of his neck. If anyone at the bar saw it, however, they didn't say anything. Most anthros at that hour were too drunk to care.

"Just pulled her panties down when she was tipsy," he said, chuckling at the memory. "Got a tentacle in there, got her nice and wet... It was a long drive and she didn't really have anywhere to go to get me off her. Eventually, she just swore at me and begged me to fuck her. Had to pull over in the dark and fuck her across the back seats."

Chemical shivered.

"Fuck, that's lewd... You sure you should be telling me all this?"

Ropes laughed.

"Yeah, well, you've fucked her too, though you don't have a cock. What's the difference when we've both had her?"

The dragoness grinned, nipping at her lower lip, though she only let her teeth catch it for a moment.

"Probably no real difference then," she said, her voice low, something warm pooling in her abdomen. "Hm... We really have a lot in common, did you know that?"

She leaned closer to him, letting her eyes catch the quiver of his whiskers, the way that his tail flicked behind him - for a heartbeat of a moment, aggressive. The cougar was holding back and it would only take Chemical pushing the right buttons, if she wanted to, to get him to crack.

So, she let things simmer between them, indecisive yet enjoying the atmosphere. Crackling sexual tension flickering between them was hardly something that she had expected to flourish, yet there was a dark, insidious part of her that wanted to feed it too.

Was that wrong? Fyr was her friend. Yet they had always shared everything, before.

She could justify it to herself as much as she wanted as she got Ropes to walk her to her car later on, as she had been more than careful enough with her drinking to stay below the legal limit. Chemical wasn't about to risk an accident, after all. She still stumbled into him and chuckled, enjoying the warm feel of his muscled body pressed against hers. Even though the cougar was furred, it still felt as if he had as much definition in his body as a dragon with scales, as fur could sometimes hide and soften the edges of muscle and the like. Or maybe that was just her mind running away with her, applying things to his body that she was still yet to see.

"You know, you're a really good listener."

Chemical laughed, her mirth loud in the cool, crisp clear of the night.

"What, I called your wife a bitch and you're standing here telling me what a good listener I am?" She joked right back at him. "Look, I just want the two of you to be okay. And I like spending time with you, Ropes."

The two statements contradicted one another and Ropes raised his eyebrows as Chemical leaned against him, pinning him softly back against her car. The cougar's tentacles slipped out of his shirt under the pretence of steadying her, though the dragoness was more than stable on her own two feet. It was the first time that he had touched her with his tentacles and Chemical could not stop herself from shivering delightfully as they caressed her flesh. She would never have thought that his tentacles would be as smooth as they were, the luxury of bare skin sliding against her scales simply divine.

There was nothing holy at all about what she wanted to do with the cougar, however...

"You..." She breathed. "You are making me think some very bad thoughts, kitty."

Ropes' tentacles twitched. Such a nickname... It was by no means suitable for a demon; he barely even let Fyr call him "Cat" and that was more than enough for him. Yet it was different on Chemical's lips: dirty, teasing, as if they were on the precipice of something that there would never again be any coming back from.

It was Chemical that made the first move, though that did not surprise Ropes. What caught the feline off-guard was the surge of need in his chest, so much more than mere lust. He dealt with lust daily and, honestly, had satisfied himself many a time without Fyr present. It was not as if the dragoness that he had married could ever have hoped to curtail his needs and, really, it was, at least in part, her fault for not satisfying him sexually. He wasn't asking for anything special, after all, and she had always known he was a demon, from something back like on their fourth or fifth date...

Yet he leaned into the kiss with a purr that rumbled into Chemical's lips, parting his own so that his slim, feline tongue could dance and flicker tantalising against her own. The dragoness shuddered against him, sucking in a breath as the kiss deepened, but the cougar drew away, holding her lightly, his back to the car. Even then, his chest rose and fell more sharply than it had only a few moments before, but they paused, staring into one another's eyes. The cougar's eyes did not reflect the streetlights, the ground around them damp from a recent rain, shining and appearing otherworldly, if only for a moment.

"Chemical..."

He growled, his voice low and raspy, tail flicking back and forth with need. His tentacles, however, had already curled around her arms and one tempting around her waist, though Ropes would never have restrained a partner that was not willingly into it. It was just hard to slow things out when lust urged him to go on, to do all that a demon of lust needed to do, feeding that sexual tension to the lusty peak that it deserved.

"You've had too much to drink," he growled, licking his lips, though that didn't help at all when he could taste Chemical on them. "You..."

"I am perfectly in control of myself, Ropes," Chem breathed, her lips almost touching his, though not quite. "You... You can make your own choice here. I am not drunk. I want this. I think you want this too."

Consent had to be had - and it was given wholeheartedly as Ropes threw everything that they had been talking about, for the time being, to the wind, dragging the dragoness into his arms. His lips crashed back to hers in a kiss so deep and lustful that it was sinful, her longer, more flexible tongue slipping and sliding against his. Chem moaned into the kiss, arching up to meet him, her wings flaring out, though the cougar had just as much control as she did, even though his back was to her car.

They fumbled, fighting their way into the back of the dragon's car, fortunate that it had quite a big back seat and that the seats popped back down into the trunk easily. It would never be a comfortable way to have sex, but it was a way and the time-honoured way of horny teenagers getting handsy everywhere. Of course, they were older than fumbling teens, but it was still very much their first time together as they squirmed and twisted, the windows of the car steaming up while they need rose and rose.

Ropes' tentacles proved useful in peeling their clothes off, dragging down Chemical's torturously tight jeans, even though they showed off the curves of her thighs and buttocks something wonderful. It was a relief to finally give in to the lust that had been snarling and snapping for attention for so long, his tail lashing, sweeping back and forth across the laid-flat seats as if it was trying to relieve some manner of tension. Only one thing would relieve that tension, however, the aching throb of his hard-on, cock having already risen to attention with the spurs around the head and layering down the shaft trying to make themselves known too.

Chemical moaned, her back pressed to his chest, her panties still on but her jeans off. Ropes growled, teeth nipping at the back of her neck, one of his tentacles grabbing a horn and wrenching her head to the side, so that she was lightly pinned in place. She would have snapped at him for handling her roughly like that if it had not made her swoon. Why, if the dragon had been standing, the cougar would have had to catch her for pulling such a trick on her.

"Unff... Ropes... Fuck..."

She groaned, licking her lips, her shirt too tight around her chest, though it had been tugged down so that her breasts were almost spilling over the top of a neckline that had been wickedly low as it was. She had never been overly modest, figuring that if others wanted to look at her body they were going to do it whether or not she was wearing something that revealed her body. But it was an asset then as Ropes gripped her breast, growling as he dug his fingers into her flesh. Only her scales offered resistance to him, even if there was only so much space that her breast could squash into, her heart lurching as he ground and rocked up behind her.

Fuck, he's hot...

_ _

She pushed it from her mind that he was her best friend's husband. That didn't need to be there, not as he rolled his hips and helped her lift her leg, his cock squeezing up to her pussy. Of course, her panties were still in the way and Chemical gasped, shuddering in place with how she was being held, need overcoming her.

"You should have fucking ripped those off me," she growled, a savage note entering her tone that was not familiar to her. "Fuck, Ropes... Fuck me hard!"

The demon drew in a breath, his chest still clothed and pressed to her back. He had freed his erection only from his jeans, though they were loose enough on him to allow him to move as he pushed her knee forward, towards the dragon's chest. Then and only then could his cock grind up to her soaked cunt, panties sodden with her arousal already.

"Such a needy dragoness," he growled. "Maybe you only said yes to going out to the bar with me because you wanted me to stuff your pussy in the back of your car..."

Chem huffed a laugh, hot in the face.

"Maybe. What are you going to do about it, kitty?"

The nickname sent another tremor of annoyance through the cougar, though he was in just the position to put her in her place. His tentacle wriggled down and squirmed into her underwear as Chemical gasped and moaned, the dragoness arching her back and humping back as if she already had his cock inside her, right up where it belonged. With a skilful twist of his tentacle, he tore her underwear clean off her body, the momentary flash of pain from her underwear digging into her scales fleeting at best.

She cried out his name, closing her eyes, as his cock finally slid inside her. The dragoness whimpered and grunted, her head free once more, though jabbing her horns back against his neck and chest didn't spur the cougar on to do more. No, he took her slowly, powerfully, as if he and only he was in complete and utter control over her. His cock forced her open, even though she was already dripping and slick with arousal for him, the smooth slide of his shaft aching deep inside her.

"Unff... Yes... Please..." She moaned, though it was more of a demand than anything that could ever have been attributed to begging. "Harder... Fuck!"

It was not like Chemical to swear as openly as she was then, yet the moment was right for it. She had always said that there was a time and a place for everything and she had finally found the right time to stake her own claim over the cougar. He powered into her with long, demanding strokes and she did her best to squeeze around him, though it was hard to have that much control over her muscles. A little hump and grind back from her hips, shoving her buttocks into his lap, helped more than a little, however, her tail doing its best to wind tightly around the cougar's waist to keep him right where she wanted him to be.

Against her. Inside her. Just as he always should have been.

Chemical moaned, eyes closed, languishing in pleasure as the temptation of ecstasy built and built inside her, pulling at her need. Yet it was the kind of need that, that time, she could have satisfied, grunting wantonly as his tentacle pressed to the front of her pussy. The cougar may not have been overly familiar with her body but he more than knew where her clit was and more down deliciously with his tentacle, rubbing back and forth as those soft spurs raked through her pussy.

"Agh... Ohhhhh!"

Her moans were all he needed, biting at her neck, his tongue flicking over his lips to savour the light drop of blood that he drew. It was a passionate bite, not one that would ever have been meant to harm Chemical, and her cries of delight told him he was more than on the right track with how he was treating her. There was a sense of ease about sex when it came to being a demon of lust, everything coming together smoothly and fluidly, as if it was always meant to be. The car rocked less than gently as he slammed into her, following the lure of lust in the air to feed himself, to long for her.

To take what was his.

"Unnnngghhhh..."

He groaned against the back of her neck, bathing the spot where his teeth had briefly sunk in past her scales with his tongue. The warm rasp of his tongue should have been soothing, yet it was hard at all for anything to be considered such when he was thrusting closer and closer to orgasm with every stroke of his cock.

He did not mark her with that bite, not that day, though Chemical might have been expecting it. She had thought he would fuck her roughly and take her without any consideration for her pleasure, but Ropes was anything but that.

He was gentle and he was kind, driving into her with smooth, deep strokes that made her blood sing in a way that Chemical had not felt in a very long time indeed. Oh, yes, it had been so long since she had felt that joy, that thrum of absolute delight. Orgasm washed through her, pulling her along with the rising tide, and she howled through it, ignorant to the fact that they were fucking in the back of her car and that they still needed to be quiet. Such things just fell by the wayside when such pleasure was to be had.

There was a sense of conquest to it too, even as the dragoness came down from her high, her pussy soaked and the scales around the sensitive entrance to her wetness slick and glistening with it. She always got wetter than expected, though that was not a bad thing. It always made it easier for her to take a partner - and Ropes was a good size for her. Chemical moaned, rolling her hips back to meet him, enjoying the closeness, how his warm fur brushed over her scales.

In triumph and in conquest, her tail latched around his ankle, curling and twisting around tightly. She had him as much as he had her and they would have to, eventually, face the consequences of their actions.

Not everyone could just get away Scot free, after all...

But, until then, they would have their fill of each other, time after time again.

He powered into her and Chemical caught her breath, sucking in a ragged gasp of air. Gulping it down into her lungs, she panted heavily, nostrils flaring, her tongue flickering out of her mouth in a vague effort to try to contain herself.

She didn't have to, however, not when Ropes twisted a tentacle around to her lips, sliding it into her mouth. She'd never have a tentacle in her mouth before, colloquially known as his "tents," but that was just a fun little way that they had of referring to the appendages between them. Suckling on it, she wriggled her tongue around, though it was too thick and full in her mouth for her to do much without accidentally grazing him with her teeth. And Chemical wouldn't have wanted to do that, no, not in the slightest.

"Mmmm..."

She moaned around him, gulping down a teasing sweetness, something that made her want to keep sucking on him, harder and longer. It could take up all the time that it needed, the moment stretching out more and more. No one was back there, she was sure, so she could languish in it, enjoying every moment, panting hotly, her throat trembling as Chemical gulped as hard as she could around his tentacle. It wormed its way into the back of her throat and she forced down her gag reflex the best that she could, even though that was something very much easier said than done.

For Chemical, it came with a world of practice.

Still, Ropes had to cum and the cougar wasn't about to hold off now that he had captured his prey in exactly how he wanted. He grunted thickly into the back of her neck, the faint scent of blood from his earlier nip in his nostrils, sucking in breath after breath, need coursing through.

Chemical arched again, grinding back viciously onto his cock, and he moaned out her name, relaxing there, allowing every moment to course through, throb after throb. He groaned long and low, need shooting up with a wicked flare, though he had never been in the practise of holding off. He rammed into her as he lost control and shot his load, every shot of cum flowing up deep inside Chemical, though he was not actively trying to prevent any mess. It was just a matter that came along with keeping his dick crammed inside her, not even pulling back all that much for each and every thrust.

Together, they relished in orgasm. Passion rolled through as Chemical's tail loosened off, lying slackly over Ropes' lower leg, though the two of them were closer than they had ever been. That was something that came along with the territory of cheating, as decrepit as it was.

But they had done what they had done and, truly, there was no taking it back. When the question came as to what they were going to do next, well...

The two of them could only wait and find out how far they were willing to go.

Continued in part two of three...