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Cuckolded

Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

A continuation of Unfaithful.

"Unff.. Damn bra... Always getting in the way..."

Chemical groaned, wriggling out of her bra and getting the clasp at the back undone to slip it off her arms. Her bare tits spilt out and Fyr blinked at her, not even choosing to avert her eyes.

For a moment, the two dragonesses eyeing one another, taking each other's measure. Yet no one said anything for several minutes, the sound of the shower turning on down the hall reaching their ears. It was unlike Ropes to need to go for a shower and clean off so swiftly after sex but, well, maybe the feline knew also when to give them space.

"You can get me back, you know," Chemical suggested, lying stretched out on the large guest bed after sex. "Ropes said you've got strap-ons..."

Fyr made a face. It wasn't the sort of conversation that she had ever expected to have with anyone - least of all the dragoness who seemed kind of set on stealing her husband from her. Yet if that was Chemical's end goal, why was the dragoness even talking to her right there and then?

"Yeah, but he doesn't want me to use those," she said, rolling her eyes. "You should know he doesn't like those, won't bottom. If you knew him as well as I do, you'd already know that."

As clumsy as her words were, Fyr smirked, a little smug. She had a point and, for once, she knew something that Chemical did not.

The dragoness, however, merely rolled her eyes.

"I meant you could use them on me, dumbass."

Fyr raised her eyebrow, the ridge shifting as she leaned back in the comfortable chair that, to be fair, she had scooted into the guest room because she hadn't known what else to do with it. It felt strange to be at the side of the bed, though the strap-on that she had bought, kind of as an accidental online purchase (she'd had a glass of wine, or two, that night) was still in a small box under her own bed.

"What, fuck you too, to make it even?"

Chemical grinned.

"Yeah, something like that. Might settle things between us a little more, kind of. Or maybe nothing can be settled between us and I'm barking totally up the wrong tree."

Fyr laughed. It released something in her chest, though the dragoness could not put a name to it, not in that moment.

"Yeah, you know what... Fuck it."

She'd already watched her husband fucking her friend, so what did any of it really matter if she joined in a little with the "fun" - if it could even be called that? It was a throwing away of ethics and morals and all that shit for Fyr, knowing that she could never again go back to how things had been.

So, she found the goddamn strap on, stripped off her jeans and came back with it on over her panties. They were nice enough, a silk pair that cupped her folds in just the right way, but Chemical raised an eyebrow on her return, shaking her head.

"Come on, Fyr, get your clothes off too."

The dragoness, however, resisted.

"This is my fucking deal," she snapped. "You just have to lie there and take it."

It was not Ropes, after all that, that she had needed to assert her position with. It was Chemical. And things may well have been unconventional, but Fyr was determined to see every moment through.

If her husband could fuck Chem, she sure as hell could too.

She got up behind the dragoness, not standing on the bed but kneeling on it as Chemical got into position. It was wrong and it was right and Fyr did it, more than a little, out of a sense of vindictiveness. Who was to tell her she shouldn't fall prey to that? It was her time, he was her husband... The dragoness snarled, a dangerous, rolling sound that curled her lip and rippled down the line of her jaw.

Fuck, she wanted to put Chemical in her place!

Yet it was not that easy, for, even then, it was not the dragoness who had been scorned who was in a position of power, not even as she grabbed Chemical's tail and dragged her back onto the hard silicone of the strap-on. The black dragoness dipped her muzzle sensually, her tail swaying back lightly against Fyr's chest, and let out a long, drawn-out moan.

"Oh, fuck, yes..." She breathed. "It's been a long time since I've been pegged..."

Chemical grunted, though Fyr wasn't thinking about her pleasure, oh no. She thrust with short, savage, driving thrusts, stretching the dragoness out around her cock as if she was trying to get something from the moment that not even she understood. It would have been better, for her, if she had physical contact and pleasure, though Fyr hadn't considered getting a bullet vibe and slipping it into the side of the strap-on against her pussy.

No... It was about trying to reclaim that dominance that she had lost, even though Fyr had never really been that with Ropes anyway. She didn't feel like she had a dominant personality, yet there was a thrill too, dark and seedy, to ramming into Chemical, spreading her pussy open with stroke after stroke of that silicone cock.

She felt...powerful. Not as powerful as she wanted to be, though it was still better. And wasn't "better" at least better than nothing at all? Ropes was there... He still loved her...

They just had to change their relationship like that.

"Unff... Hmph..."

Fyr grunted as she thrust, the slop of the cock powering into Chemical filling the air, her thighs slapping the back of Chem's legs and buttocks as she thrust. But she had to keep going, finding a rhythm and pace that suited her, grinding in deeply. She thought, at first, that she should try to do what Ropes did, not really having played with a strap-on before...but it wasn't about that. It was about using the force of her glutes and hips to cram into Chemical with short, sharp, driving thrusts. She didn't have to consider Chemical's pleasure, not when the dragoness had already taken so much of it from her husband already, yet Fyr could not prevent her body from heating up too.

There was a part of her that loved it, her tail whipping and snaking back and forth furiously, the tip curling and twisting. She snarled, heaving as she leaned further over Chemical, closer than she had been to her in a long time - or, at least, it felt like a very long time indeed. It felt like an age since they had been close. Hell, even Chemical had been cuddlier than Ropes at times! She had probably fallen asleep with her head on the dragoness' breasts more times than she could count, though Ropes would rather settle her down comfortably with her head on a pillow if she fell asleep.

They were very different. Yet Fyr still had to count it as sex as she filled Chemical's pussy, breathing shortly and harshly, raking air desperately into her lungs as her need rose. Her toes curled, trying to dig into the bedsheets, but her feet were not at the right angle for that, her shoulder blades pushing back.

Why did it feel so good? She wasn't getting the stimulation that she needed, not by any means, but she ached for it, yearned for it, like what she really wanted was being held out of her reach.

"Mmmph... Ugh..."

Fyr withdrew, the dildo glistening temptingly with Chemical's juices. She stared down at it, disgusted and not really understanding why, caught at the same time. Smearing her fingers through it, she rubbed the dragon's fluids across the firm length, yet felt nothing physically. Arousal flared, rising inside like a flame that would not be put out, and she squirmed in place, the tip of the toy barely touching Chemical's pussy.

Even if Fyr did not understand, the course of the relationships around her was forever changed as a certain cougar returned. Neither knew that he had been watching them for a few minutes already, though his hard-on easily told the tale of Ropes' near constant arousal.

"I didn't think I'd find you two in here like this..."

Ropes smirked, leaning against the door frame, but Fyr was too hot and horny to care that he had been watching her. She wanted him, ached for him, wanted something stuffed inside her instead of her just bringing Chemical off again and again. Perhaps that was what it meant to be so all-encompassed and devoured by lust that she couldn't even think straight, yet the dragoness knew she had to see it all through.

It was what she had started and, even though she had clearly not consented to Ropes going off and fucking someone else like she had no say in the matter at all, she was going to damn well take her share. It was a new side of her and one that Fyr didn't mind, as hard and as unyielding as it felt.

"Yeah, well, I'm getting rid of this thing," Fyr grunted, sliding the strap-on down her hips. "Ah... Fuck..."

"Get on top of her, Fyr."

She blinked at her husband, though Chemical was already squirming around into position on her back, patting her tits for Fyr.

"Come on, belly to belly." The black dragoness smirked, her tail sweeping back and forth lazily. "You know you want to get some more of this..."

Fyr didn't know that but she was too turned on to care what she knew or did not. She just needed something, needed her husband, needed a cock in her. Desperate for it, she dragged off her shirt, Ropes' tentacles twisting under it and half ripping it off her. The dragoness was so horny that all she did was grunt, letting him push her into place as he made sure she was stripped down to her bare scales.

She didn't know what she had expected, lying on top of Chemical, belly to belly, but it was not for Ropes to press his cock to her pussy. She jolted - but he pressed on, sliding inside her, filling her completely. As wet as Fyr already was, there was no resistance at all from her body to his cock, yet the squelch of his shaft sinking into her heat had her grunting deeply in the back of her throat.

"Ohhhhh..."

"That's it..." Ropes hissed, leaning over her, shoving her tail out of the way so that he had full access to her body. "Feel everything... Every inch... Every spur..."

And she did. She had to sink into it, though she didn't even need any clitoral stimulation that time to get off in secondly, howling and twisting. Under her, Chemical grabbed her, holding her in place, as if the dragoness had taken the place of a type of bondage: living and able to adapt to the situation as needed.

He thrust and thrust, sloppy arousal leaking from her pussy around his cock, almost as if she had squirted that time. It was not usual for Fyr, though not all that much was usual anymore. She drifted there, delirious in expanding lust, while the cougar swapped from one dragoness to the other, leaving her pussy lightly gaping and dripping with her arousal.

He hadn't cum in her yet but Fyr found she didn't need it, no... Not yet. She wanted his seed, for him to cum in her, to stake his claim over her, for her to be the head of it all. Even if Fyr knew that wasn't possible, that the dynamics of their relationship were forever changed, she still clung, however weakly, to the distant possibility.

"Oh... Yes... Fuck... Mmmm..."

Chemical moaned, though, that time, was doing it for Fyr's benefit, letting her know quite clearly just how damn good her husband felt inside her, stretching her out, filling her again and again. The cougar thrust, a shudder rippling through him as he spent himself inside her. Yet it was not an explosive orgasm, just a climax that came as if the cougar had been expecting it and waiting for it.

He did not soften after climax, no, able to keep going and going, though sometimes Ropes did like to enjoy a rest between rounds. It entirely depended on what he wanted day to day, always changing. With his cum mixing with Chemical's arousal within her pussy, the cougar growled luxuriously, winding a tentacle possessively around her neck.

"Mine..."

Ropes changed back to Fyr as the dragoness wound her tail around his back, dragging him in closer, even though it was not up to her to demand anything from Ropes. It was just what she needed, desperate for him to fill her, to bring her off, to feel that flare of needy ecstasy overtaking her body.

Did it matter that Chemical was under her? She doubted it, very much so, just wanting him, though it felt as if the cougar was still favouring Chemical. Maybe that was something more that she had to deal with, in all honesty, but she still groaned and rolled her hips back, tightening the grip of her tail. Her husband's barbed cock inside her was all that she ached for, all that she craved, moaning and whimpering, her muzzle tucked down into Chemical's neck.

"Mmmmph... He fucks me like that too," Chemical moaned, nipping at Fyr's muzzle, her tail toying with Ropes' tentacles at the same time. "Nice and hard... Why'd you even try to keep a guy like this all to yourself, Fyr? You're so selfish."

Fyr shuddered, her jaw hanging open but...she couldn't say more. Maybe they were right. Maybe it had been wrong of her all along to try to control what it was that her husband wanted, that she had, in a way, brought it all on herself.

But they thrust those thoughts from her mind as Ropes fucked her crudely, roughly filling her, ramming in deep and hard. She loved it, yes, but she was far too warm with Chemical's body pressed up against hers too, scale on scale contact transferring heat from one dragon's body to the other. Ropes behind her didn't help either as he pinned her arms with his tentacles, stopping her from holding herself up from Chem's chest with her paws.

It forced her down, screaming and howling through orgasm after orgasm as she was forced against Chemical, their pussies rubbing together. The nub of her clit didn't get all that direct stimulation in such a position, yet it was more than enough for her, panting and whimpering, the spurs pulling through her pussy.

It was better like that, just letting them fuck her through her emotions. At least, to Fyr, it seemed like a much better way to deal with everything, better than thinking it through over and over again.

Ropes growled as he climaxed, thick spurts of seed painting her pussy, mixing with the mess of her own arousal, so wet that he practically slipped easily back and forth within her. There was still enough friction in there for Fyr to buck against him weakly, her tail giving her that touch of leverage that she needed, though there was only so much that the dragoness could take. And that was just where her husband's knowledge of her and her body came into play.

After he had filled her pussy, a messy, slick cream-pie oozing and drooling from her cunny, Fyr was made to slide back off the bed. After all, Chemical was up for another round and Fyr needed a moment to rest and relax. She needed more downtime by far than Chemical, as much as she wanted to keep up with the pair of them and not simply play the part of the cuckolded voyeur.

Fyr shivered, on her knees, not knowing why it felt okay. It didn't feel right but it didn't feel wrong either. That didn't make sense even in the sanctity of her own mind, though she had to try to make her peace with it too.

"Unff... Oh... Fuck!"

Chemical moaned, drinking in the sight of Fyr down on her knees. Getting fucked with a strap-on had not put her in her place at all, oh no, but Chemical simply didn't care about any of that. She was in it for pleasure and pleasure along, on her side with Ropes parting her legs, her right leg lifted against his chest so that her foot stuck up over his shoulder, toes curling lustfully. His cock disappeared into her pussy, stroke after stroke, a lewd, wet slop of their bodies coming together filling the room.

The cougar used Fyr's juices to lubricate his dick as he slid into Chem, though it was not as if the dragonesses needed any lubrication at all, no. She never had, for she had always been soaked and dripping for him at all times, whenever the two of them had come together. The dragon's eyes flicked up to the husband that she had conquered, even if Ropes was not truly hers either, and over to Fyr, resisting the urge to smirk as the red dragoness tried her best not to stare.

She was where she needed to be, however, locked into the moment, her eyes on where their bodies joined. Chemical shuddered as Ropes pulled out briefly, acting as if his cock had accidentally popped free. Instead of using his tentacles to put his dick back into place, the cougar paused and smirked.

"Put him back inside me, Fyr," Chem hissed. "I'm the better fuck anyway."

She didn't know if she was going too far, though it didn't matter. They had Fyr where they wanted her, regardless of anything else, regardless of how Fyr felt about anything. It was about so much more than what Chemical had anticipated and the dragoness was more than fine with all of that, panting hotly through an open mouth as Fyr, simply, obeyed.

Still, it was hypnotising, spellbinding, to watch Fyr obey, to do what they wanted her to do, guiding Ropes' cock back to Chemical's pussy, slipping him back inside. She took her paw away from his dick the moment that she could, though the dragoness stayed closer to them after that moment, as if she couldn't pull away.

And that was okay. Even as Ropes rammed in crudely, forcing Chemical to show off just how much flexibility there was in her leg, practically making her do the splits with the leg that was lifted in the air, but she wouldn't have stopped him. Ropes would never push her too far, oh no, and she was sure that everything was in the pursuit of lust. If Fyr had understood that before, maybe things would have been different for her.

She could have been a dominant goddess of lust, guiding others to Ropes to fuck, reaping the spoils. Yet she was better with no power at all, finding her place under him, as Ropes yowled and exploded inside another dragoness' pussy.

Yet Ropes pulled out, grabbing Fyr by the frill and yanking her head forward, pinching it sharply. As his wife cried out, though he had not grabbed her all that hard, he shot his load into her mouth and the back of her throat, ignorant as to where the shots of seed went. It was up to Fyr to swallow it down, after all.

Fyr moaned, hacking and gagging, her eyes watering from the strain of needing to swallow his seed. She just hadn't been expecting it! But she had to do it, his tentacles closing around her jaw the moment that every drop had been spent, marking the exterior of her muzzle with the last dribbles.

"Swallow."

Just one word. A single. Fyr whimpered, his cum swimming around her mouth, under her tongue and around her teeth, as his tentacles gripped her muzzle and rubbed her throat coaxingly. How could one word be so powerful?

She still swallowed: for him. All for him, all for her husband, the lust demon. She'd never known what she'd got into, though it was too late to back out.

"This is where you belong, Fyr," Chemical moaned darkly, on her back with Ropes' tentacles plugging her pussy and her tail hole, ramming in hard and fast. "On your knees, with the dregs of our sex... Us coming first. Never try to hold your husband back ever again."

Fyr whined, cum dribbling from the corners of her lips, Ropes' tentacles dragging her head in to watch how he ploughed Chemical. Was she wrong? Was she the bad one? She'd been so sure of her morals and, in the end, she just felt like she was the fucked up one, that she had always been out of line.

She had to trust who she was and all that she knew of herself, ultimately, but things would change.

She would ride it out until then, lusting and grunting, watching up close as Ropes ploughed Chemical. She'd been fucked under her tail too, but there was something different about the raw edge that Ropes' tentacles held as he crammed the dragoness full. It was as if he was finally getting to show his lust in the way that he always had wanted to, what he had been holding back for so long...yet it was not up to Fyr to command him.

She finally understood that.

A drop of Chemical's arousal, mixed with cum, most likely, landed on her muzzle, though Ropes didn't let her pull back. She shuddered in place, flicking her tail, yet he wormed a tentacle under it and plunged straight into her pussy, filling her as if he thought his wife may well have been missing his dick already.

And she was. He could sense her lust in the air as he controlled her, dominated her, used and abused her too - yes, in a way. For Ropes could have been more open about his true nature from the get-go and Fyr was not the only one at fault there. They all had their part to play but there were most certainly some who would pay a greater price than others for all that had come to pass.

At least there was lust to be had to, swelling and winding through deviously, with every stroke of Ropes' tentacles. He twisted over Chemical easily to wedge his cock into her tail hole too, alongside a tentacle. Who would mind something like that when there was so much delight to be had? He fed off their lust, following the ebb and flow of it to please them and to satisfy himself. Truthfully, Ropes had fed his fill already, though that didn't mean that he was going to stop.

Chemical's hole closed around him, tight and sultry, and he ground against his tentacle as she huffed and groaned. Fyr was watching, but he didn't do anything about her being there: let her look. Let her be cuckolded and, ultimately, play nothing more than the part of the voyeur, though he would have his time with her too.

It was hard not to want to swap between them, enjoying himself and taking his fill, over and over again. It was not even about the orgasm, for him, just the pleasure that came, that heady spurt of losing control. Lust wound through everything and could be just as potent in the build-up to sex as it was in the moment of that peak, that high that was over almost as quickly as one could notice it sometimes.

He savoured it, therefore, as he plunged into Chemical's tail hole, forcing her to stretch around him, taking him deeply. She was well-practised with his cock and it was the perfect end to a fuck session that, for him, felt like it had reached its natural moment and climax. He didn't have to drag things out beyond the point where they were beneficial to those there, content to relax and purr and sprawl out with a dragoness on either arm.

He caught Fyr's eye, in the afterglow, though felt her desire for him still. It hung over her like a cloud, yet one that was ready to release its load too. He would let her stew and simmer a little longer, however, so close and yet so far, not quite able to get what she wanted from her husband.

And yet...things did not have to end. There was still that tantalising flavour of lust there, swirling in the air, flittering back and forth, and his tail lashed in raw excitement. It had never gone on for that long before, that flavour of lust rising and curling, as if it could only exist when both dragonesses were in the room together.

"Come here," he rumbled, focusing his attention on Fyr while he crawled up the bed, lying on his back and patting his hip. "Ride my cock."

She blinked at him and, for a moment, Ropes thought she was going to push back against him. He had made her do rather a lot lately and, well, it was pushing boundaries, but Fyr did it after that mere moment of hesitation, as if it had been nothing more than an instinctive, momentary reaction.

And it was alluring to see her above him, even though she was not the only dragoness in the room that he craved, curling his tentacle around Chemical's neck to guide her up onto the bed too.

"I want you up here, on my cock," Ropes growled, licking his lips as he eyed his wife up and down. "You think you can claim me? This is so much more than claiming, Fyr..."

Chemical smirked, though Ropes' tentacle tightened around her neck.

"Mmm... You could never claim a demon," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. "But you can get fucked by one. Maybe that's better..."

Chemical grinned, Fyr sinking onto her husband's dick with a low moan, a tentacle positioning it for her so she could slump easily onto him. The dragoness laughed darkly, her tail curling back and forth as Ropes dragged her over his head. She just couldn't push down that rise of triumph inside her, like a flame burning and leaping within her chest. Not lust, no, not love either - just a raw, powerful sensation, as if she had done something far greater than she knew she had in taking Fyr's husband.

Not away from her, of course. But Ropes would be freer with her than he ever had been ever before. And that was very much a good thing.

Chemical groaned as she sat back on his muzzle, his tentacles around her, holding her thighs. Fuck, that was hot. He held her in place even when she was in a position that should have rendered her on top and in control, though she adored too how the cougar "forced" her and was rougher with her. It was all consensual, of course, but she wanted a partner who wasn't afraid to toss her around and see just how far he could take things with her too.

His tongue rasped up inside her and, still wanting to take a bit of control, Chemical latched onto Fyr and dragged the other dragoness into a deep kiss. All while Ropes fed off their lust, kissing Fyr deeply, their tongues twining together.

Maybe she should have asked Fyr first, but, well, she hadn't asked Fyr about fucking her husband either, so...yeah.

It was different. They could do different.

"Mmmph... Ohhh..."

Chemical broke the kiss, smirking at the dazed look in Fyr's eyes.

"He doesn't need you anymore," she hissed, choosing a darker nuance as the crimson dragoness shuddered against her, lost in a world and a haze of lust that was nearly of her own design. "No... He could spend days and nights fucking his pussy and ass...and he would be more than satisfied. How does that make you feel, Fyr?"

The dragoness rumbled a groan, trying to shake her head. Chemical, however, had her head in too firm a grip to really let her do that, oh no.

"Nuh-uh, answer me, slut..." Chemical growled, arching her back to grind her cunt down a little more against Ropes' eager tongue and muzzle. "I know you fucking watched us before... I know you say my pics before... You're the one who wanted to fuck me with a strap-on, hm?"

Chemical pushed Fyr's head back, her teeth on her throat. She didn't bite hard enough to mark Fyr, not permanently, though the sharp bite still sank her teeth in past the barrier of her scales, the dragoness before her quivering bodily, weakly riding Ropes' dick. In fact, it was only the cougar's tentacles that just about managed to help her rise and fall, riding him faintly. If Fyr had her way, she probably would have just been sitting all the way down on his cock, shivering and moaning, helpless to do anything else.

Chemical smirked, licking her lips and bathing Fyr's neck softly, lapping and running her tongue over those fresh bites.

"I'll be the one fucking your tail with a strap-on next time," she breathed. "To show you your place... Because you're never going to be over me again."

Fyr moaned and shook her head, though quailed before the might of someone stronger than her. The words were harsh and they should have made her feel bad. At least, that was what Fyr knew to be true. She knew that she should have forced Chemical to take it back, to treat her as an equal or better, as they were both fucking Fyr's husband. And yet she did not, not when the dragoness' words made such a tantalising heat pool in her loins, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.

And yet that dark edge of humiliation was still there as Ropes snarled under them, eating out Chemical furiously, his tongue flicking roughly against her clit. The dragoness arched her back and humped down, yet Fyr shook her head and trembled in place.

Orgasm took her, telling Fyr more than she could ever have imagined, moaning aloud, letting it rip through her. It was not as if the dragoness could do anything about it, after all, when she was orgasming on her husband's dick, those spurs of his catching and pulling through her pussy in such a way that she couldn't help but be driven wild. Was it at all her fault that he made her as horny as she was?

She was lost to him, hopelessly in love and head over heels in lust. Ropes knew she was perfect for him, truly, because there was a deep, dark part of the dragoness that enjoyed him being with someone else. In the throbbing rise of climax, Fyr gave a broken sob, though she was not truly sad. It was merely the overload of emotion and knowledge, though it was better to know and accept both her needs and the needs of her husband, even though there was far more to be explored there.

It did not mean that it would not come with a biting edge.

Chemical climaxed and Ropes' climax, well...it was almost an afterthought. The demon's tentacles swayed back and forth lightly, drunk on lust. It was not the act of orgasm, after all, that gave him all the pleasure and lust that he needed, after all, but it was drinking down the need of those around him. When those with him were pleased, lusting and aching with desire, the cougar had everything that he needed.

They relaxed there, for a moment, in the afterglow, Fyr tucked in against her husband and her face hidden in the crook of his neck. It was where the dragoness needed to be, just to feel safe, to be protected. Even though it felt like it was too much for the cougar, too much stimulation, too close, he allowed it, letting himself feel everything.

If he longed for lust and fucking others...it was the least he could do. And it was rather a lot for a demon like him too, who had never truly learned the enjoyment of cuddling.

The weight of her anchored him there and Ropes breathed slowly and evenly, taking in everything that had happened, licking his lips with a low, throaty purr. It couldn't have ended up better if he had planned it all out and orchestrated it himself. However, it had been Chemical who had suggested a few notes, like getting Fyr more slowly used to them fucking and easing back in together, that had done the trick. Her prior knowledge of Fyr in her early adult years had been imperative there.

Though it was all good, in the end. He sat up slowly, stroking Fyr's head as she blinked up at him, tired in the aftermath.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Chemical's eyes glittered.

"I'll join you."

And...it was normal. Even as Fyr watched them go, a mixed expression on her face. Ropes and Chem still got to enjoy one another on their own, slipping into the bathroom next door to the bedroom together. There was a small ensuite bathroom too, but that wasn't what Ropes wanted right then, taking advantage of the big bath at that time.

Filling the large, luxurious tub (Fyr had chosen that) as high as he dared and adding a good dose of relaxing bubble bath to foam it up, Ropes helped Chemical into it. The dragoness swooned.

"Ohhhh... I don't have a tub like this at home..."

Ropes grinned.

"I know. That's why I thought you should have the chance here too."

He settled in behind her, a little water slopping over the edge but, well, who really cared about that. It was just good to take the time there, knowing that Fyr was in the bedroom, though he had suspected that the dragoness needed time to process everything too. That was okay.

He had someone else to occupy him. Especially as Chemical ground back into his lap and, almost naturally, his shaft slipped up inside her pussy.

"Mmph..."

She groaned softly, though it was not as if she was trying to be quiet, not then. She humped back at him, trying to curl her tail around him, but there was not quite enough space even in that large tub for that. With every roll of her hips, his tentacles guided her, helping her keep her position without needing to contract her abs too much, humping and moaning softly.

It was slow and someone watching could almost have said that it was romantic, Ropes nipping more tenderly at her neck as the dragoness quivered against him.

"Mmm..."

Even the cougar had to hum in pleasure, his cock tucked within the tight clasp of her pussy, though there was not all that room to move there. Chemical tipped her head back, allowing him to get a more passionate hold on her neck, teeth sinking in.

That mark would remain, though her scales were dark enough, especially with the sharp, green markings, to hide it. She would know it was there, however, the scales forever scarred where Ropes had claimed her, forever and always, in a mating bite. And it was all that the dragon needed.

He climaxed inside her, still biting her neck, with a muffled yowl, having recovered more than enough to go again - more roughly, that was. He rose from the tub with Chem held up in his arms and tentacles, cradled against his chest as if it took no effort at all to lift her.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he growled, licking his lips with a feral, raunchy gleam in his eye. "You still need to get that horny dragoness of mine back in her place."

"Ooooh," Chemical chuckled, stepping into the shower ahead of Ropes the moment that he set her down. "Is that a challenge?"

"For you, likely not."

Chemical shuddered - yet Ropes already had her right where he wanted her, pinning her needily to the wall of the shower, his body blocking all escape. Chemical didn't want to be anywhere else, however, moaning loudly and arching her back to thrust her buttocks back at him, offering her body for his pleasure. She hadn't climaxed in the bath and her lust was high, even if her legs were just a little bit shaky still after everything.

She'd still go through it all, again and again, letting the cougar take her crudely, roughly, his need coming above all else for her. Okay, well, maybe that was a bit too far - for Chem would never have truly done something that made her uncomfortable. She did value that, though she knew Ropes was more than capable of taking his pleasure with whomever he pleased.

Now that she had helped him open that door to pleasure, after all...

He was feral in how he took her and Chemical could not stop herself from feeding off it too, wanting to give as good as she got. With a snarl and snap of her jaws, she fended off his tentacles, though the cougar just wound them around her body instead, pinning her in place and curling his tentacles around her tits, massaging and groping them. The spurs seemed to pull even more roughly at her pussy as he fucked her, the bite on her neck still smarting, need rising, coming first and foremost.

Nothing else mattered, just them, even though, when her hand rubbed down the glass of the shower cubicle wall, she spotted Fyr watching them from the doorway. The red of the dragoness was hard, admittedly, to miss.

She kept going though, letting Ropes fuck her harder, fasting, slamming brutally into her. Chemical already knew that her body could more than take it, of course, and ground back against him, even though the feline hardly left her any room at all into which to move.

It didn't matter. None of it mattered as long as they were getting what they needed, what they ached for, what they so desperately deserved. And lust was the name of the game, forever and always, as the hot rush of water spilling down her scales and flattening his fur to his body, tentacles twisting lusciously around. Her pussy would prove to be sore the next day but Chemical wouldn't tell anyone about that - not when she wanted Ropes more and more, to never be without his cock when he was so keen on fucking her into the bed.

They had another round in the hallway too, on their way back to the bedroom, though that was just because they couldn't wait for comfort. Ropes had wanted to head to the master bedroom and leave Fyr in the guest room but, when it came to group fun and voyeuristic pleasure, that wasn't quite what they all wanted to do that night, no. Ropes might have fucked Chemical up against the wall, hoisting her up with her back to it in the firm, tight wrap of his tentacles, but lust was to be had between all of them.

Back in the bedroom, Fyr acted like she hadn't realised they had been fucking, though Ropes was still keen to swap between them, the dragonesses kissing, need twisting and writhing. It was just like being back in the underworld - but a more lustful, intimate version of it. Even for the cougar who really "didn't do" intimacy, it was something he could get behind.

It was what, perhaps, Ropes had needed for so long already, though only time would tell just where their relationship would go from that point on. One thing, however, was certain - and that was Fyr would forever be the cuckquean in the relationship, put in her place and kept there.

It was a good thing that it turned out to be just the sordid thing that the dragoness yearned for too.

As they lay there, finally basking in the afterglow, Fyr sighed as if the weight of the world was still laden on her shoulders.

"I need you to tell me, going forward," she said, turning to face him while Chemical was in the shower, cleaning off for a second time, though alone. "To tell me...if you're having sex with Chemical or fucking someone else. I can't stop it but I'll actively allow it now."

Ropes nodded, letting out a low, raspy purr as if it was a sound that he was no longer used to making.

"That makes sense," he said. "And I will... But you just have to ask too."

"No." She shook her head. "I want you to tell me too. Proactively."

Ropes' eyes gleamed and he fed a tentacle into her lips. As tired as she was, the dragoness moaned around it, winding her tongue around as much of the long, tasty appendage as she could.

"Mmmmm..."

"Because you like it, don't you?" The cougar pressed, leaning over her, pinning her flat to the bed with her arms on either side of her body. "Mmm... You really like it, don't you? Watching me... My little kinky voyeur..."

Fyr moaned and twisted, but she didn't mind being treated like that, especially as he slid back between her legs and drove his spurred dick back into her pussy. It may not have been the only place that it belonged anymore, but she wanted him as much as she wanted to lust. For her, even though they may have been separate for Ropes, Fyr wanted absolutely everything that she could take, one way or the other.

That wasn't bad. Nothing was bad, nothing at all, not as he pumped deeply inside her, setting a moderate pace. Her pussy was slick with her arousal and all the loads of cum that he had, indeed, dumped inside her so far too, but she would have taken him again and again that night, right up to the point of passing out.

Sometimes, that felt like all she could do: go along for the ride and see just where things went. Her husband loomed lusciously over her, holding her bodily down, and Fyr relaxed into submission, finally accepting that there were some areas in which she had no control.

Yet it was a good thing indeed that she could trust Ropes to hold that control instead, to take the lead and be the dominant partner. If that meant that she would get used to being the cuckold wife then, well...she would find a way to deal with it.

Considering how hot it was, now that she had accepted it, Fyr didn't think that any of that was going to be all that difficult to accept, in all honesty. Some things just came a lot more easily when orgasm after orgasm was wracking her body.

She groaned, arching up, letting her husband take her. Even her tail hung limp as he fucked her mouth and throat with a tentacle and ploughed her pussy with his cock, using the full length to claim her, to show her exactly where her place was.

At some point, Chemical returned, yet there was no jealousy at all to contend with from the dragoness, no. She knew what the score was and that Fyr was Ropes' wife. So, he could fuck her as much as he wanted.

Ropes was just going to end up fucking her even more, a dragoness who could keep up with him. And that was simply a fact that Fyr would have to deal with.

So, it continued. Day after day, night after night, all of them growing closer in the tease of their debauchery. Fyr didn't get as much sex as she had before from Ropes but, frankly, she didn't want to be fucked raw every day and night anyway. It was better, in the end, that she got her lust all fired up for him through pictures and text messages, Chemical sending her pictures of what they were doing if Fyr was brave enough to check her phone when Ropes was out elsewhere on an evening.

She liked it. But there was more to experience, more to tell, even when her husband was fucking her over the kitchen counters, making her scream loudly enough to raise questions from the delivery driver dropping something off on their front porch.

Oops. Worth it.

He'd have more questions still when he caught Ropes fucking Chemical around the side of the house and then Fyr on the sofa, visible through the front window, the next week... But it was nobody else's business what they were doing in there.

Only time would tell, however, just how close all three of them were to go, whether they would seek out new partners for each other or even stick to Ropes taking Chemical in the back of Fyr's truck while she was driving. There was always something more to explore and Fyr shivered, licking her lips, nestling down against his chest without getting so close that her husband felt like she was crowding him.

He'd been unfaithful - but they had found something for them both in cuckolding passion instead.