This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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Cheating with His Brother
Chapter Three
Ropes gasped as Kao rammed into her, tail trapped between her buttocks and the wall as the picture frame rattled and jumped beside her head. In the living room, the television set blared, playing some sports match that Kao was supposed to have been interested in, but the lure of Ropes' buttocks, shapely through her fitted jeans, had drawn him away from what should have been the game of the decade.
She was sure the game with her was far more interesting anyway. A far more pleasurable kind of game where both of them were lucky enough to be active participants.
Although the hallway light was switched off, she knew just where the drake was, pressed up against her as he scrabbled for purchase on the carpet that suddenly seemed insubstantial for the base they were using it for. He clutched her in his arms as if she was going to wriggle away, though the cougar was genial enough to help him out just a little by wrapping her tentacles around him, using his bulk and body to support herself, one leg off the ground so that he could slam his cock home where it belonged.
Kao grunted and shuddered, wings flapping as he struggled to put the full weight of his body behind his thrusts, forced to be slower and more careful than he usually would have been. Claws digging into Ropes' hip and arm, the drake rumbled a groan that seemed to grind its way up from the very flaming core of his sexual being.
Shooting a look over his shoulder to where the living room door was cracked open, a sliver of artificial light spilling through, and curled a tentacle around his neck, the tip prodding his cheek and muzzle around, back to her. The drake pleaded with wide eyes, tail thumping the wall as it swung around, cock still throbbing and pulsing inside her. There was no way he could have held back his rising need and yet she still asked him to try.
"Quiet," she growled, urgency colouring her tone, a low rasp. "He'll hear us."
It would cut their fun short otherwise.
Kao groaned, pressing his muzzle into her neck, the cougar's back pinned to the wall. She squeezed that one leg she had raised around his waist, pushing up onto the toes of her opposite hind paw, allowing him to slide just another inch into her. The cougar panted harshly with her mouth open, head lolling back and tentacles twisting sinuously into one another as he moved, fucking her slowly, passionately, deeply.
Different strokes for different liaisons. It would have been boring if everything was all the same with her newfound lover, but she had to keep things under wraps ifs he wanted to spend more time with him, seeing just how far they could push their respective limits. Kao swallowed a snarl and shuddered, shoulders hunched, as he tried to pick up his pace, hardly aware of the cheers and shouts coming from the television as Fyr cracked open another beer with a sharp snap of the ring.
It was a wonder he didn't consider where the two of them had gone. Kao was taking an awful long time getting another round of drinks for the cooler, after all, and Ropes, well, she was spending a terribly long time upstairs in the bathroom. Okay, that one could probably be explained away by Fyr's belief that she spent hours preening in the mirror (it wasn't hours) but still... She would have thought he'd think of her and not be so wrapped up in himself.
Maybe that was why Kao held such allure for her. His eyes were always on her, even when he was pretending to be paying attention to something else entirely. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she played the part of a good wife, bringing them snacks and beer and even plopping down on the sofa herself to watch a game or two in their company. It was nice to see Fyr so relaxed; he had been working very long hours lately, but it only left her more time alone with Kao, even if they were rushed and hasty. Only, sometimes, those stolen kisses and quick fucks before he got home were not enough for either of them.
It was the first time they'd fucked while Fyr was in the house with them, just after she'd finished up with her guise of being the perfect, sweet wife, waiting on her husband and rubbing his shoulders. Fyr's moans had not been sexual as she dug her fingers into sore muscles, but her eyes had been locked with Kao's the entire time. And, in that moment, they had known exactly what they needed to do.
Jeans stretched between her knees - thank god for stretch denim - Ropes teetered and stifled her own moan, grazing her clit with a tentacle. For, despite the need for their secrecy, she had needs too to fulfil and, oh, how she intended to eke out every last drop of pleasure she could.
Her pussy clenched and rippled deliciously around her lover's cock and Kao tucked his chin down to his chest, head twisted away as he strove to hold himself back, hips working and thrusting of their own accord. It was a good thing that his body remembered the motions as he held his mind in check, torn between fucking her as if it was the last time they'd ever get to feel one another in such an intimate way and wanting to be quiet so that they could get such moments again. It was a terrible conundrum, but biology would, ultimately, win out.
Kao hissed out a breath, nuzzling Ropes' cheek as he hammered into her, need demanding he picked up the pace. After all, the longer he stayed there, the more chance there was that they would be caught. But Ropes was hardly one to complain about a little bit of rougher treatment, grinding her tentacle over her throbbing clit until she had to clench her jaws together with painful force, teetering on the very brink of orgasm.
It was his cock that thrust her over the edge, however, that beautiful, dark shaft that she doted on to lewd imaginings. It was in her thoughts when she was at work, the cougar wet between the thighs, and she jammed her tentacles into her cunt at night when Fyr slumbered beside her, imagining that Kao was right there beside her, fucking her as she needed and deserved to be fucked. Oh, one feeding was not enough and a hasty liaison was not enough to satisfy her, yet still good enough to leave her craving more in a good way. The very best kind of way, in fact.
It was all Ropes could do not to yowl as she climaxed, rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder in a raw effort to keep herself contained. A grunt and a moan still escaped her lips, however, luckily at the point of a particularly loud cheer from the television and a shout from Fyr. She could almost imagine the drake leaping up and punching the air, looking about for his brother - but Kao wasn't there. Kao was getting fucked by his own wife, buried balls-deep in a cougar that wasn't going to let him go until she milked him for every last drop of cream he had to give her.
As her pussy twitched and squeezed around him, the drake whimpered - a sound that she had never heard him make before that very moment - and ejaculated, filling her with a hefty load. It splashed hotly into her cunt and Ropes bit her lip until it bled, holding down her moans with every ounce of willpower she possessed as the stud dragon juddered up against her with lustful little gasps that betrayed the depth and power of his orgasm even if he could not vocalise it.
Ropes smirked, breathlessly. A demon always knew.
They re-dressed themselves hurriedly, though that didn't stop Ropes from dragging her tentacles sensually along his thighs as he yanked up his jeans, stuffing his cock back into his boxer briefs without any sense of decency. Fyr scuffed her hind paws over the small mess on the carpet, smudging it in to be cleaned at a later date, as hasty and shameful as it was to cover up. One thing that would get Fyr running would be the smell of bleach, wondering what on earth she was, yet again, trying to cover up. Ropes grimaced, whiskers quivering. Though the messes she made were usually hardly of the sexual nature.
When she rejoined the drakes in the living room, a drink in each paw, she handed one to her husband and secret lover respectively, Fyr's fingers brushing hers as she passed it over. The drake hardly seemed to notice until she plopped herself back down beside him with a barely concealed sigh, tail twitching. It was hard not to see the difference between him and Kao sometimes. Hell - the blue drake's eyes never left her body while Fyr was otherwise distracted.
And when Fyr's attention did return to her, it was for all the wrong reasons.
"Kao? I thought you were getting drinks?" Fyr's eyes flicked from his brother to his wife, one eyebrow raised. "How come Ropes ended up coming back with them?"
Coughing into his paw, Kao half-shrugged, fumbling and grasping and utterly flailing for words.
"Eh, guess I forgot..."
Damn it!
"It's a good thing I didn't then."
Ropes interjected smoothly, pressing a cold beer into Fyr's paw
