Dad Fucking His Pregnant Daughter

Cheating with his Pregnant Daughter

Hissing, the dragoness’ tongue dangled from her mouth, face pressed into the pillows as a cougar slammed into her pussy, holding nothing back. Ropes growled, a low, guttural sound in the back of his throat, as he ploughed her, his four tentacles waving crazily as if to egg their master on to greater heights of furious passion. His white eyes, devoid of a pupil, glowed eerily as he leaned over her, letting his daughter’s limber tail drape over his shoulder and down his back. Helena closed her mouth, grinding her teeth together as the lewd, wet sounds of their hasty coupling pushed her towards her fifth or sixth orgasm of the night. Her head swam. Just how many times had she climaxed? She’d lost count, didn’t need to keep count.

The room itself was as cluttered as a young adult dragoness could be expected to keep it, living with her parents while on the hunt for work and chasing dreams fleeing from her fingertips in the wide, wide world. Some hatchling memories remained in the pink teddy bear sitting on the shelf and the woven patchwork blanket for cold winter nights that her grandmother had made for her before her passing. Her brother, Hiss, teased her for hanging on to memories like gold – a draconian ‘curse’, of sorts – but she couldn’t bear the thought of locking away what made her life what it was.

On the bedside table, a photo of a typically happy family – consisting of a smiling dragoness with yellow slashes through her crimson scales, the cougar currently wrapped up in the throes of sexual bliss, a younger adult cougar with a touch of russet to his fur and the burned umber dragoness on the bed herself – lay on its side, one edge poking off the table. Helena flicked her gaze away from it. Her family.

It was difficult to think about any other family than the one finding life in her womb anymore. The dragoness squirmed her paw beneath her belly as her father drove into her, claws pricking her hips as he snarled, lip curling back from his teeth to produce such a feral sound that the very nuance of it sent delicious shivers down Helena’s spine. The dragoness’ head lolled back, lips parted in a breathy moan, stomach swelling against her fingers. Not all that much time had passed since she’d discovered, with the fateful ‘pee on the stick’ test, that she was pregnant, although the dragoness so far found pregnancy to be suiting her rather well.

Even if she did say so herself.

Ropes arched over her, teeth grazing the back of her neck as she shivered, weight crushed into the bed as she forwent any pretence of holding herself up with her arms anymore. He nipped her shoulder and Helena swallowed a throaty moan, rocking her hips back into him instinctively as every muscle in her body seemed to turn into jelly. She loved when he did that. Her father really did know what she liked, through and through. He was the one who pleased her best and she knew he loved her lips wrapped around his shaft too, the sweet, wet warmth of her needy cunny clenching around him as if she wanted to draw him in deeper and deeper and deeper.

Groaning into the pillow, Helena hugged one to her chest, her four breasts sinking into the plush surface. If she had it her way, she’d never have her father stop fucking her.

But all good times had to have their cycles too, otherwise they wouldn’t be good anymore.

Helena shrieked, losing sense of herself as orgasm crashed over her all of a sudden, gripping her in a hold that could not be broken even if she’d wanted to wriggle free. Her tail squeezed around her father’s shoulders as she howled and bucked back against him, the claws on her hind paws tearing through the bed sheets, which were, at best, a tangled mess of sacrificed linen.

Shuddering bodily, Helena gave a subdued roar into the pillow, white-blonde hair knotted across the scales at the back of her neck as she writhed. She didn’t usually let that feral side of her show, if only to keep her sound level in check the best she could. Trembling through the last pulses of climax, Helena grunted lustfully, already grinding back onto her father’s shaft as if begging for more. For once, it didn’t matter if she was loud, or even a little too loud. This time, they had the whole house to themselves to enjoy as they willed.

Ropes clenched his jaw, rounded ears twitching back as he struggled to maintain himself, to keep thrusting and driving in, the foreskin on his shaft pulling back with every ruthless roll of his hips. A tentacle flowed around his arm to his daughter, curling around her stomach as if it too wanted to feel that gentle swell of her stomach. Leaning heavily on his paws, he snarled and slammed into her, tail lashing the air as he worked towards his own orgasm, the need to cum overruling even the demonic need for pleasure upon pleasure.

There would always, after all, be more pleasure to come for a demon of sexual desire and lust.

Dwarfing her roar with a louder one that throbbed through the dragoness’ ribcage, Ropes tucked his chin down to his chest and shuddered as he ejaculated, tentacles clinging to his daughter as if to keep her close – as close as possible. But she wasn’t going anywhere with his claws digging into her hips, barely breaking the barrier of her scales, and his cock seated deep in her pussy. Grinding weakly back on him as her body trembled in the afterglow of orgasm, Helena’s pussy twitched around the cougar’s shaft as he filled her, throb after throb of thick cum flooding into her. It would not be the last time he spent himself inside her that evening, but the first time would always, irrefutably, be the very sweetest, sending winding licks of pleasure into every nerve-ending in his body.

Grinding deep into his daughter as his spurts came to an end, the last weak pulses of cum adding to the heavy load, Ropes swallowed, licking his lips as tiredness tugged his attention back to a less than pleasant reality. Abruptly, he was aware of how his arms ached from supporting the weight of his own body, torso muscled through his brown fur, and the tingling sensitivity begging relief from his cock and balls. He grinned, baring his teeth as Helena blinked, wriggling weakly beneath him as she brought her paws back under her body. Fucking was fun, but even a demon-cougar needed a bit of rest too.

The cougar sucked in a breath, muscles tense across his upper back as he lifted himself up from his daughter, softening cock slipping almost reluctantly from her pussy. He didn’t have to worry that he would go without for any great length of time, however. With Fyr, his sweet dragon-wife, out of town for a few days, they could fuck as much as they wanted to without any repercussions or worries at all.

Ropes smiled, rubbing the top of Helena’s thigh in small circles. Rolling onto her back, Helena exhaled softly, breasts heaving as she regained some sense of herself. She blinked as if the room around her was slowly coming back into focus and smiled warmly up at her father, one arm flung out across the bed as if to invite him to her once again. Sprawling next to his daughter, the cougar languidly traced his paw down her stomach, following the soft dip where gravity pulled her breasts apart down to where her stomach rose out from the natural curve of her body.

She’d never been more beautiful to him than since she’d confessed to him that she was pregnant, standing there defiantly in the doorframe to his and Fyr’s bedroom with the pregnancy test clutched in one paw like a lifeline. His daughter had snapped and snarled, stomping her hind paws like a teenager all over again, but she’d looked so wildly fertile in that moment alone that he’d thrown her on his marriage bed and taken her crudely. Their moans had woken Hiss and they’d had to come up with a quick, fudged excuse as to why they were being so loud at an ‘ungodly hour of the morning’, or so he had put it. Ropes still wasn’t sure why the younger cougar had bought the lie, but perhaps it simply was that he just didn’t care what had woken him, only that they had.

But to have his daughter pregnant was not a secret that could be kept forever, as much as she wanted to fly under the radar of her mother, a dragon a damn side less tolerant of such a young pregnancy than he was. Ropes sighed, sliding his gaze down to his daughter from the corner of his eye. Some things had to be said even if he and it was better to tell them while he had Helena’s attention, as much as he’d rather do much more pleasurable things with her attention.

“What will mother say?”

He inclined his head towards her swollen stomach and the dragoness swallowed, turning her head away. The tip of her tail flicked back and forth like that of a domestic cat, for there was no wild tigress to be found in his daughter. Ropes smiled, lips twitching up against his will. At least, there was no tigress yet. But she would find herself, he was sure of that. She was every bit his daughter and always would be.

But Helena’s words, when they finally came, did not bring reassurance to the worries crossing his mind.

“Does she have to know?”

Ropes sat up and pulled her with him, a frown pulling the corners of his lips back down. He eyed her sternly, not even needing to put much thought into the particular look as Helena shuffled uncomfortably, folding her arms across her breasts. The dragoness dangled her legs over the edge of the bed, doing everything possible to look anywhere but at him. The posters on her wall, faded and curling at the corners, proved suddenly very interesting to her.

“Hel, she’s going to notice sooner or later. You’re not simply just going to stop growing now, are you?”

The dragoness sighed and leaned back on the palms of her paws, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. As if she was a hatchling again, she swung them back and forth lazily, letting her claws catch at the duvet, which was, yet again, nearly all the way off the bed. She smirked. When they had enough private time – that was probably the polite way to put it – the sheets never quite seemed to stay as her mother liked them. Fyr would have a fit if she saw what a mess her child had made of her room!

“I was hoping that I could think of a better excuse than what I had in mind first of all.”

“And what was that excuse?”

She winced, twisting her paws together.

“Something about a guy from that volunteer project I worked on, you know, where we were planting trees. Was thinking about telling her I had a fling with him, she really liked that stag. Didn’t like my jokes about him having a nice ‘rack’ though. Said I should show a bit more respect.”

Her lips pressed together as she threw her father a sheepish look.

“But I think we both know that that wouldn’t work. It wouldn’t work one bit.”

Shaking his head, for he knew exactly what she meant, Ropes stroked her hair, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he drew Helena to him. She leaned into her father, a small smile gracing her lips as he purred, one of his tentacles snaking around her stomach to cradle the rise of her belly. There was a protective edge to the action that only one privy to their intimate relationship could discern the truth behind, yet there was no one that knew how close Helena and Ropes were besides the furs themselves.

Helena bit her lip and looked down, her father’s cum trickling down her inner thigh. She squeezed her legs together, swallowing a moan as it forced out more of his semen, her pussy lips slick with his seed. She would have been hard pressed to name a better sensation if she’d been asked, but problems always demanded answers. The dragoness rested a paw on her stomach and sighed, mind awash with scenarios she didn’t want to confront, one after the other demanding attention and similarly being cast aside.

It would have been easier if she’d shacked up with a random male from a temp job or the tree planting project. That could have been explained, even if she’d have had to still face her mother’s wrath. But it wasn’t that simple. It could never have been that simple.

For the dragonet growing in her womb had been sired by her father.

*

Frankly, neither Ropes nor Helena had thought she’d take the last time they fucked during her heat. It was hard to resist a dragoness’ heat anyway and Helena had practically pinned the cougar against the wall and begged him to take her before he actually gave in to his baser urges. How to explain her pregnancy, however, considering that her father was the father was another matter entirely.

And Fyr, just as her daughter was beginning to show, was none the wiser to the deed done practically under her nose.

Helena avoided Fyr as much as it was possible to avoid her mother, protesting that she needed to get as much volunteer work under her belt if she was to stand any chance of getting into a job. She was an adult and couldn’t live under her mother’s wing forever, after all, she preached at any given opportunity. It was a blatant lie – she was waiting for the right job to come along – but it was one that got Fyr to back off, at least mostly.

Her ruse, however, had not been enough for Fyr and her mother insisted she join her one Thursday afternoon for an expedition into the city on a shopping trip, truly a favourite pastime of Helena’s. She fumbled and failed to find an excuse, resigning herself to her fate as she donned her lightest, most flowing shirt that she could only hope covered enough of her stomach to not raise undue questions – at least not yet.

For all her wiles, Fyr could not convince one to join them on the outing, regardless of the persuasion slipping from her sweet lips. Hiss had cast them a look and retreated to his room under the pretence of needing more sleep. Helena had glared and shaken her head as his tentacles disappeared around the door frame, the door closing with a solid clunk. There was something wrong with that cougar… He was the living embodiment of the twenty-four hour catnap.

She had been able to coax Ropes along for a time at least and Helena chattered to both her parents in the car on the ride into the city, her voice higher pitched than it should have been. Her palms sweated. Did her mother know? Had she gotten away with it? Why had her father agreed to come out with them? He hated shopping! She ground her teeth together, tail curling and uncurling against the seat as she leaned her forehead against the window, letting the coolness seep into her forehead.

“You okay back there, dear?”

Helena barely lifted her head to acknowledge her mother’s words.

“I’m fine.”

The dragoness twisted around in the front seat, peering back as she drove. Ropes sat with his paws folded behind his head, no doubt with his eyes closed as he enjoyed the warmth of the afternoon sun on his fur. Helena swallowed, mind drifting to earlier that day when Ropes had pressed his tongue into her cunny atop the washing machine in the laundry room, driving her to a height of need before feeding her every inch of his shaft.

Helena shook herself. She couldn’t think like that. Not around her mother.

As if knowing exactly what she was thinking about, Ropes dipped a shoulder and winked back at her, one tentacle bobbing beside his muzzle.

Helena avoided looking at him for the rest of the ride, taking sanctuary in the bustle of the shopping mall, which at least allowed her to keep Fyr between her father and herself. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to hold herself back if he’d been beside her, pregnancy playing havoc with her mind. The dragoness cursed under her breath, tugging her top down over her stomach as it threatened to ride up, tail flicking back and forth. Weren’t hormones not supposed to affect her until later in pregnancy? Helena raked her fingers through her hair repeatedly, trying to use the sliver of sensation as a distraction from what may as well have been another raging heat coursing through her body.

Her breathing grew laboured, imperceptibly rising until she panted with an open-mouth, turning her muzzle so that Fyr – hopefully – did not notice. The fronds of a fake palm tree brushed her neck as she passed and bit the inside of her cheek to stifle a moan from even that light touch. She cursed inwardly, toes curling and uncurling, inside her old, worn trainers, a ratty pair that she simply could not bear to throw away. They were, however, scant comfort as she fought and failed to keep her mind on the task at hand of shopping.

Shopping had never before seemed so boring.

She meandered listlessly around the clothes shop, barely taking note of where she was as Fyr chattered, bouncing back and forth between racks of clothes like a red and yellow ping-pong ball. Helena did her best not to frown, what little pretence she made of a good mood waning as the minutes ticked on.

“Don’t you want to try anything on, Helena?” Fyr smiled, innocently unknowing as to why her daughter was keeping a safe distance. “I thought you liked this shop.”

Helena sighed. It was hard to be so glum when Fyr beamed at her so, frills shiny around her face as if she had taken particular time with moisturising them over the course of the last few days.

“Yeah, I do…” She threw her mother a token few words, pushing her lips into the semblance of a smile. “I do like coming here.”

Fyr grinned, white teeth flashing in her red muzzle.

“Then you should try it on! My treat, come on now.” She pressed her finger to the corner of Helena’s lips, pushing one side up into a half-smile. “You haven’t smiled even the once today. I’ll be starting to think there’s something on your mind if you keep up like this, honey.”

Helena swallowed, sliding her gaze away. Fyr knew her too well, though it was only to be expected from her mother. She had, after all, looked after her since birth. She eyed the clothes in her mother’s paws, sifting through them with a calculating glint flickering up in her eyes.

The clothes were cute, she had to admit, and it wasn’t her money that would be spent. Not that she had all that much of it to spare anyway. She perked up at the notion of a treat, taking the blouse her mother offered her and darting into the changing rooms with a smile, if but a small one. To her back, Fyr breathed a sigh of relief and pressed a paw to her forehead, eyes rolling back into her head out of sight of her daughter.

She closed the door to the private changing cubicle, open right at the top and very bottom of the door, and held the blouse up to her chest as if it would help her envisage just how it would look on. It cut just across the bottom of her stomach and she pursed her lips, already shaking her head at the sight of it. No good: if Fyr saw her in that, she would be caught instantly for sure.

Helena rubbed her forehead. Just what was the point? Her daily life had become an exercise in hiding her pregnancy from her mother and it certainly couldn’t go on forever. It was one thing to dodge trying on clothes and hide from Fyr in the changing rooms and another completely to hide her, quite literally, growing condition as the months wore on. And the hatchling? Helena swallowed. Would she birth a live dragonet or lay eggs? She didn’t even know that!

Her mind whirled with too many questions and she growled to herself, forcing them from her mind in one fell swoop. No. No, those were for another Helena to answer. A future Helena would be better placed to think clearly and sensibly about the implications of her swelling belly. And Ropes could help too, would help too. She nodded to her reflection, only then realising that she was clutching the pretty blouse to her chest like a lifeline. Her father had as much a part in this as her, in untangling the mess they’d woven together.

She looked down at the top, a sudden representation of the turmoil in her life. How could such a pretty, pink fabric mean so much? She could have laughed at her own folly, assigning such meaning to a top that she couldn’t even wear.

Her mirth gave a lift to her spirit and she ran her fingertips gently down the long sleeve, letting it flow over her scales like water. It couldn’t hurt to just try it on, she thought to herself, smiling more genuinely as she slipped out of her long, concealing shirt.

But why was she obsessed with a shirt? Helena frowned, the smile falling from her face. It couldn’t be that important. How hard would it be to just tell Fyr that she didn’t like how it fitted? She sighed and glared at her reflection, tail flicking as if to swat her own image from sight. The dragoness in the mirror shot a venomous look back at her, nostrils flaring in the memory of smoke that could have once curled from them in a very physical expression of her frustration.

Try the damn thing on!

It was crazy to hesitate and Helena growled to herself as she dragged her shirt over her head, tossing it in a crumpled heap on the floor. She pulled the short shirt with long sleeves over her head, squirming into it as the fabric stretched. As suspected, when she pulled it down, it didn’t cover anywhere near enough to hide her pregnancy, even if she did only look slightly rounder for the time being.

After her pregnancy was revealed, however… Helena smirked, doing a little pirouette in front of the mirror. That shirt could look very nice indeed. She tapped her finger against her snout, lips twisting. Could she possibly buy it and secret it away for later? She was sure that Ropes…

The door rattled and Helena jumped, scrambling to make sure she was covered as it juddered inward, only just catching on the lock.

“Uh, someone in here!” She yelled over the top, scowling as the door shook again. “Jeez, can’t you find your own room. I said there’s someone in here!”

“It’s me, Helena.”

The dragoness could have smacked her forehead at her own foolishness. Of course it was him – it was always him. No one else would have been so persistent, she was sure. Opening the door a crack, she pressed her muzzle up to the gap, catching a glimpse of Ropes’ brown fur. His natural scent mingled with an aftershave tingling with spice washed over her as she sucked in a breath too soon.

“I’ll come out,” she whispered around the edge of the door. “Just wait there, just a minute.”

Ropes’ purr rolled through the door as her grip grew weak.

“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.”

She stepped back as the door swung open, the cougar ducking inside with his tail flicking contentedly as if he had always meant to join her in the changing room. Helena hissed through her teeth, that familiar twinge of need rising in the pit of her stomach. Ropes stretched his arms over his head with a lazy yawn, white eyes creasing in at the corners as he advanced, a predatory grin stretching his lips.

“Dad…” Helena breathed, eyes wide as she backed up against the mirror in the changing room. “You can’t be in here! What if mom catches you? Aren’t you the one always telling me to be careful?”

Ropes smirked, one eyebrow raised.

“Isn’t it a little late for that?”

He purred, nuzzling up Helena’s neck as she bared her throat for him, swallowing her moan the best she could.

“It…may be,” she said, tongue thick in her mouth as she forced the words out, head swimming with natural lust and pregnancy hormones. “But can’t we wait? We can sneak out to the stables again, just you and me.”

The cougar shook his head, lips pulling up on one side as he gave her a half-smile. Slowly and deliberately, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the tight muscles of his chest as the dragoness stared. Ropes leaned over her, palms hitting the mirror on either side of her head.

“You’re my daughter and I’m taking you here and now.”

What dragoness would refuse such an offer? Helena smiled, melting into his touch as he stroked her cheek.

“Do I have a choice in this?”

Ropes let his lips on hers answer that question.

Helena arched into him, letting Ropes’ paw snake around to her lower back, as his tongue explored her muzzle, dominating her as she willing presented herself to him. Her tail tried to lift and pressed up against the mirror, scales slipping over the shiny surface as he pulled her rounded stomach up to his lower abdomen. The bulge of his shaft swelled through his loose cargo pants and Helena swooned, legs trembling and only held up by her father’s strong arms.

Ropes broke the kiss with a growl, a string of saliva connecting their lips for the briefest of moments as he dug his claws into her shirt. The fabric gave up with a rending rip, letting her bra-clad breasts spill out. He ducked his head, pushing his trousers down as he nuzzled into them with a low purr. Helena panted heavily, clutching his head and ears as he played his tongue over the sensitive mounds, the scales smaller and closer together as he moved in towards her pert nipples.

She only spared a fleeting glance and giggle for the blouse as Ropes tore it completely from her, strips drifting to the floor. The cougar spun her to face the mirror and she laughed recklessly. Damn. One of them would have to pay for that. It was a good thing she was only wearing a skirt and a pair of underwear that was slinky enough for her to shimmy down her long legs before the cougar got a good hold on her.

Amidst the shreds of pink fabric, Ropes ground up to her backside, cock pushing over those familiar yet beautiful scales and nuzzling the tip up to the soft lips of her sex. He wasted no time in driving into her, tail lashing and one paw covering her lips as she tried to moan. Helena snorted warm breath over his palm and nuzzled lovingly into his paw, eyes blinking as she tried to focus on herself in the mirror, the bulk of the cougar looming powerfully above her, dominating their reflection. It was no surprise that she’d mated with such a strong male when it came right down to the instinctual nature of their coupling, the dragoness secure in the innate knowledge whatever offspring she bore would boast their father’s might.

“Quiet, daughter…” He purred in her ear, hips rolling as he claimed her body for his own. “The stakes are higher this time… Not only evading Fyr this time, my sweet one.”

Helena shuddered, imagining Fyr wandering the shop as her husband took their daughter in the changing room. Although the cougar had, somehow, managed to lock the door after him, footsteps moved back and forth on the other side of the door as others bustled about the changing rooms.

Ropes threw out his paw, finding a spot on the wall where there was not a hook to hang unwanted clothes, and braced himself, the wall creaking. His hips worked like a well-oiled piston as he bred his daughter, purring deep in the back of his throat as her tail wound possessively around his waist. She tried to put her paws flat on the mirror, but could not bend her elbows enough to gain purchase, leaving greasy prints behind as the dragoness flailed. She inhaled sharply, pushed suddenly up against the flat of the mirror, all four of her breasts squeezed up to the cool surface. Her nipples pressed through the fabric of her bra – specially designed for her particular frame – and she couldn’t suppress a hiss, pussy soaked from her father’s pounding alone.

There didn’t seem to be a time when she wasn’t wet and horny these days, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. All that mattered was that Ropes kept driving into her, fucking her like she needed to be fucked, until she squealed and rocked up hips up to him in the throes of a much needed climax.

Panting heavily, Helena closed her eyes and arched her back at a vicious angle, showing off her flexibility as the cougar pushed further over her, his lips brushing her hair in a fleeting display of fatherly affection. Not that he was not affectionate, just that the moments were all the more special to Helena for sharing them with Ropes in such a public location, the risk that someone could discover them at any point bringing a flare of raw need to her sex. Groaning into his palm – it was a good thing he had clasped it around her muzzle to muffle her cries – Helena’s scales flooded with heat, pussy clenching harder around his cock.

Her breath caught. Was she already climaxing so quickly? Her head swam, the dragoness forgetting, for a moment, that she was in a changing room at all. In her mind, she was in the privacy of her own home and could certainly behave as if she had all the quiet and peace a needy dragoness required!

The flat of her cheek pressed into the mirror and she yowled into Ropes paw as orgasm took her, a tidal wave driving her up and up and up into the rising swell, only to crash down into the foam below. Her juices slickened her inner thighs, forced out around the fat girth of the cougar’s uncut cock, and Helena juddered back against her father, tail unwinding from his waist only to slap heavily into one of the dividing walls. He couldn’t bring himself to chastise her, the force of the dragoness’ pulsing, twitching sex driving him on and on to ecstasy as he thrust like a demon…well, like a demon possessed.

Ropes ground his teeth together, need curling up from the depths of his loins, an unstoppable force for a demon of lust and pleasure. A cougar had to have his needs fulfilled too.

Pulling out of Helena, he turned the dazed dragoness to face him, hitching her legs up around his waist and pinning her back to the wall. She slunk her arms around his neck, clinging to her father as she buried her muzzle against his neck, Ropes hammering into her as his breathing grew steadily more laboured. Muffling her moans, Helena shivered through the final remnants of climax, tail loose and happily trailing down to the floor, an open representation of her state of relaxation.

She could not have wanted for a better interlude to cheer her up that afternoon.

Soon, however, Ropes tucked his head down to his chest, breath raking through his throat with every gasp as the cougar’s whole body shuddered. He snarled and yowled as he climaxed as if forgetting, like Helena, that they were not alone, thick spurts of cum travelling up the length of his cock to splatter up against her cervix. It didn’t matter to him that there was no more breeding his daughter, already pregnant with his and displaying his virility openly, when mutual pleasure was till up for their taking. The cougar twisted his head back and forth, pink tongue fluttering between his teeth as his tentacles twisted around his daughter, holding him to him as he filled her to the brim with the cat’s cream.

Helena dipped her muzzle down to his, letting their forehead touch as her sweaty fringe stuck between his ears. They chuckled lightly, breathlessly, coming down from their joint highs as Ropes bucked gently, cock moving in short, languid thrusts, buried as deep in her as he could possibly go while enjoying the last drops of cum drooling from his tip. He could have been ready to go again in less than a minute, but the dragoness’ shoulders shook with exhaustion, the mental strain of their liaison taking more out of her than he’d reckoned.

Dropping a kiss on her muzzle, Ropes tilted her chin up to his lips and kissed her deeply, losing himself in the kiss as the dragoness’ body melted into his, breasts heaving up to his chest. Amongst the turmoil of life and the daily grind, it was a moment of abject solitude and perfection from what waited for them. But they had to face the real world again sooner or later.

“Come on now, Helena,” Ropes said, dropping a kiss on her forehead as he lowered her carefully to the floor, for the first time casting a nervous glance back over his shoulder towards the open part of the changing room. “We’ve got to get going. Fyr will be waiting for us – waiting for you.”

Nodding weakly, Helena picked herself up, helping Ropes sneak out of the changing rooms, before going to find her mother. Throughout the rest of their shopping trip, her father’s cum soaked through her underwear, leaving it a sodden mess between her thighs. Helena couldn’t wipe the smile from her muzzle the whole time.

At home, however, an unpleasant surprise lurked in the wings.

*

“Helena?”

Fyr’s eyes narrowed, raking over her daughter from head to toe. Closing the door at her heels, Helena leaned back against it, palms flat on the old, scarred would. The paint peeled off against her fingertips and she mentally apologised to her mother, though those words didn’t seem to mean very much in the moment. Fyr had a hard line to her jaw that Helena had never seen before and the dragoness licked her lips anxiously, watching a muscle jump at the corner of her mother’s mouth.

Fyr rubbed the side of her muzzle, tiredness straining in her bloodshot eyes.

“Do you have anything you want to tell me?”

The dragoness swallowed her groan, eyes falling to her bare hind paws. Why hadn’t Ropes come in first? He could have distracted Fyr, or even been there when she, well… When she finally had to face up to the truth.

But what was she going to say? Pressing her fingers to her temples, the younger dragoness sighed and rubbed at the pressure points in small, neat circles, though the attention did nothing to massage away the growing tension. Only one thing would.

Lifting her gaze, she met Fyr’s eyes with all the fire and resilience she could muster. The dragoness stared back at her, eyes brimming with questions that only her daughter could answer. And the answers were coming at long last.

Helena took a deep breath.

“I think you should sit down, mother.”

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