He Doesnt Know

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.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Holly had never set out to cheat on her boyfriend. The skunk with long, green hair moaned as she was pressed into the bed, her breasts squashing lightly into the mattress. The bedsheets of her boyfriend's bed rumpled under her, the skunk's yellow dress hiked up as she took his father's cock deep into her pussy.

"Ohhhhh..."

She moaned lewdly as Ropes slammed into her, the cougar's barbed cock hitting all the right spots inside her. Her shoes had been kicked off, even though Holly didn't really need the extra height of heels as she braced on the carpet, her legs kicked off the end of the bed. She stood as tall as she could, though it was impossible even for her to brace fully for each and every one of his thrusts. The kinky cougar shoved her hips forward into the bed with every stroke of his cock, though the light rocking and bang of it knocking off the wall behind the bed drew their attention to the need to be quieter.

After all, neither wanted to be caught. In Hiss' bedroom was most certainly not where Holly and Ropes should have been.

Her boyfriend was helping his mother, Fyr, with something in the garden. Holly didn't really care what they were doing -- not when Ropes' cock felt so good inside her. Yet he was too close for comfort as the skunk got her arms under her body, her palms pressed flat into the bed while her elbows bent. The position allowed her to support her upper half somewhat while the randy cougar slammed into her, though Holly wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

"Mmmph, harder, Ropes..." Holly hissed out through her teeth, her hair falling wildly around her muzzle as she held back her moans as much as she could. "Please... Fill me..."

"Mmm, you don't even care that I'm bare inside you right now?" The cougar teased, drawing back and slowing somewhat, though his hips brought a more savage pump to them than ever. "My barbs...raking through your needy little cunt?"

Holly moaned. Oh, Hiss never talked dirty like that to her, but it felt right coming from his father. Ropes was more experienced and his tentacles wound around her, twisting around her wrists and thighs, turning her on to her side as he lifted her leg to make sure his access to her pussy was not denied. That wasn't something, all that often, the cougar would allow to happen.

If Hiss had used such strong language with her, Holly would have told him off for not treating her right. With Ropes, that was exactly what she needed. She needed the coarse, the overpowering, feeling like there was no one else in the world other than the two of them. Hiss just couldn't give her that and the skunk still wasn't sure whether or not that was okay.

She was okay. She had Ropes and Hiss -- and, if she wanted someone else too, she could have them. The skunk's world was nowhere near as limited as it had once been.

His cock fit her just right as she braced on her side, an arm flung up over her head as she twisted so she was partly lying on her back, his cock ploughing her full. With the demon curling his tentacles around her, she arched beautifully into his touch, lusting for the moment and the moment alone. For her and Ropes, nothing more needed to exist.

"Mmm... Yes... Please..."

She breathed out the words, that rougher edge to everything slipping away -- though it would be back in an instant if needed. Ropes growled as he leaned over her, licking her neck as he bathed her fur lightly in long, sensual laps of his tongue. The cougar could just as easily sunk his teeth into her flesh, though he liked to keep his partners guessing.

Holly was one of the most interesting partners he'd ever had. And the first partner of his son's that he had taken, though that made sense too. His son was nineteen, though the demon cougar was ageless.

"Anything you like, darling," he purred, meaning every last one of his words as he slammed into her. "Moan for me, like your boyfriend isn't ignorant to you being up here, my cock filling you like he can't."

Ropes didn't mean to speak badly about his son, yet he was as caught up in the moment as Holly was -- and that was okay too. Moments like that were very much meant to be enjoyed, sinking into the wet heat of her pussy clinging to every inch of his cock. Really, it was all the cougar could do to hold on to some sense of himself as he drew back, his soft barbs pulling and catching in her pussy.

As a demon of lust, of course, he wouldn't ever hurt a partner in sex. His ancestors -- and demons of a darker ilk -- may have had sharper spines on their cocks, but he was as he was. Ropes didn't pay it much mind.

It was far more inviting to tighten his tentacles around her, sliding them around her tits and squeezing them, though he had to free the left one from her dress to get into it. Vaguely, the feline was aware of snapping the back of her bra, although Ropes didn't care for torn clothing and things like that. If there was a little trail of destruction in his wake and buttons popped off clothes that would never be repaired, he considered that another little trophy of a body well-conquered.

The cat moaned, however, relishing in her body under his. The skunk glanced back at him, her eyes glassy with lust, though she was already close from how her body pulled and clenched around his cock. Damn, that was hot, too hot.

Ropes hissed, grinding in delectably, purring throatily at the brush of her black fur against him, though he wasn't going to slow his relentless pace in the slightest. At such an angle, he could look down and back a little, savouring the join of their bodies.

He could be a creature of visual stimuli too, of course, leaning into how her pussy rippled along his length, even though he wasn't ready yet to spill his load. That could come in time and, for a lust demon, it was all as much about drinking in the thrum of passion in the air around him as it was the pleasure that rolled through his own body. He could have fucked Holly all day long and never cum once -- and still been satisfied in that aspect.

Still, he was a carnal being and wanted that pleasure for himself too. In such a position, Ropes could have whatever he craved.

Holly panted heavily as he drove into her, though the rub and tease of his tentacles was sensual too. It was as if her partner was heightening her senses, drawing on every last modicum of need so the skunk was fully unravelled and put back together again, only for him.

As his tentacles tickled and raked over her nipples, varying the pressure, the skunk couldn't hold back for a moment longer. In that moment, she was a little more of a passive partner -- yet that didn't matter. He had more than enough activity for both of them, speeding up his thrusts as he slammed into her with short, sharp jabs of his cock, helping her ride out her orgasm as it shuddered through her.

Holly moaned, her tongue rolling out from between her lips, though it was not as long or as flexible as the feline's. Hiss had a nice tongue too, she thought dimly, though her tail lifted for his father as if that was the only natural course of action. His cock filled her in just the way she needed it too, plunging deep, and every thrust of his cock helped her climax harder and harder, a tentacle rubbing her clit where it was swollen at the front side of her pussy.

The skunk could languish there, caught in a world of her own, though she found one of her arms going around a pillow, hugging it to her for support. It was just what she needed to prop herself up a little, her pleasure mounting even as her pussy gripped her lover of the moment's cock. For the briefest of interludes, she twitched, contrite. Maybe it was wrong that she was fucking her boyfriend's father while he was nearby, just working with Fyr outside. But Holly simply could not reconcile with herself how something that felt right could at all be wrong.

Ropes, after all, would have stopped things if they were wrong in the slightest. She could trust him on that. Moreover, she could trust herself.

So, she let him fuck her, her pussy sodden around his dick. As Ropes thrust, a slick, wet sound rose from the join of their bodies, and she tried to grind back into it, even though his tentacles tightened.

"Mm, stay still, my pretty one," he breathed, a seductive draw rolling through his tone. "I've got you right where I want you."

"Mmm," she hummed happily, her tail flicking back against Ropes' chest. "And you're where...ah...I want you too. Harder, Ropes. Make it hard for me to stay quiet!"

She hissed, knowing exactly what she wanted. Her tail brushed back tenderly against Ropes' chest in direct contrast to the crude nature of his thrusts, though that was exactly what they both needed. His tentacles wormed and squirmed their way down the front of her dress, crawling all over her body as if the demon owned every last part of her. Shuddering, she tried to buck back against the cougar with her need high. With Ropes, one orgasm would never be enough for her.

Hiss was sweet, of course, but her boyfriend would never hold up to the raw passion his father held. Of course, she knew a little about Ropes and that he'd lived an extended lifetime, though she thought his sexual prowess came from a little more than that.

She didn't care. As long as he pleased her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, she was ready for anything the cougar threw at her. Sneaking around had something of a lure to it too, though Holly wasn't prepared to say that aloud.

As Ropes slowed his thrusts, bringing a more sensual, romantic air to their liaison, her phone rang. Holly groaned, thinking about ignoring it, though she couldn't.

She recognised the name that popped up on her screen. It wasn't one she could ignore.

"Ah-ah... Ropes..." Holly moaned, trying to arch back, though her glutes ached and her thighs strained to hold herself in position for his adoring thrusts. "It's Hiss... I've got to answer it!"

"Why's he calling you from outside?"

They slowed a little, listening intently as she grabbed the phone, fumbling to answer it. Yet there was no sound of Fyr or Hiss nearby, not even through the window, although it was closed. Ropes' heart hammered and the white glow of his eyes shimmered a little more intensely. Only he would know, however, just how his tentacles tightened more possessively than ever around her.

She had his son, but he had her too.

"Uh... Hiss?" Holly answered shakily, taking a moment longer to steady herself as she spoke. "What's up? Where are you?"

"Hey, Holly!" He said, his voice light and chirpy over the phone line. "Can't be bothered to walk upstairs, hah. Just letting you know that me and Mom are going out for some garden stuff."

"We're picking up big tools!"

"Mom!"

Holly covered her mouth with a paw as she stifled a groan, the cougar still thrusting slowly, though Ropes at the very least made something of an attempt to be quiet too. That much was gratefully received, though the skunk had hardly set out that day with the idea of being on the phone to her boyfriend while his father was balls-deep in her pussy.

Honestly, the situations she got herself into!

"Okay, that's fine..." She said, struggling not to pant as Ropes adjusted the angle of his hips just a little, hitting an even more sensitive spot. "Sounds like you two are having fun."

"Mm, you could say that."

Holly wanted to add that she was clearly having much more fun with his father, but that didn't make sense to say out loud. It wasn't for her to reveal all, not when what they were doing, for the time being, still worked for everyone. Hiss didn't have to know.

He didn't know. And that suited Holly.

The cougar thrust deep, swallowing his own purrs as his tentacles teased Holly. One pressed over her clit again, rubbing softly, while another curled around her tit. The skunk trembled.

"Well, where are you now?" She said, trying to wrap up the conversation. "Did you head off? Mm... When are you going to be back?"

"Uh, I don't know, we're just out front getting in mom's truck," Hiss answered, though he seemed distracted. "Maybe a couple of hours? Mom...really wants to get the garden sorted. Something about being focused on the rest of the ranch for too long."

Fyr grumbled something in the background and, dimly, the skunk heard the sound of the old, reliable truck starting up. It had such a rumble to it; she much preferred her car.

"Okay, Hiss, that's okay," she said, making it sound like she was the one doing him a favour. "I'll help your dad out here, if that's okay. He said something about getting things out of the loft."

"Thanks, Holly," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. "You're the best. You always understand."

Holly wasn't sure if they'd manage to get up to the loft under the pretence of her helping out -- but the skunk didn't care anymore. Not as she hung up the call and shoved the phone away from her.

"Ohhhh, Ropes!"

She cried out, no longer at all as worried about staying quiet as she was before. That wasn't right, no, not to be quiet when heat sang through her veins. Yet the cougar thrust harder again, a coarse grunt breaking his lips.

"Mmmph... You are exquisite," he breathed, his tentacles sliding over her once more, though the feline did not restrain her in the slightest. "Incredible..."

"Yes... Oh... Please..."

She wasn't begging, though Holly didn't know quite how else to convey to the cougar just what she wanted from him. He speared into her delightfully and she rocked back lightly on to each one of his strokes, understanding exactly where she belonged.

With him inside her. Not knowing where one of them ended and the other began.

It was perfect.

His teeth grazed her neck as he pumped her towards a second orgasm, her pussy rippling around him. Holly clenched erratically on his cock, for she was not as in control of her body as Ropes was, though that didn't matter at all. They were there for the moment, not perfection.

The cougar's barbs bit into her pussy in just the right way, bringing an arch to her back as Holly balanced on the edge of another orgasm. On the edge of her vision, she caught her phone screen lighting up again, though the phone was too far away for her to bother reaching for it. When she checked the missed calls from Hiss afterwards, the cougar would still be none the wiser, though she would have everything she needed.

Ropes, however, took all he needed from the throb of her young, lustful body too, his claws pricking gently into her hip as he held her firmly. Yet Holly was right where she yearned to be as he ground in, harsh pants raking from his throat and chest.

He snarled, lips peeling back briefly from his teeth, although the cougar was fully in control. Especially as he slammed deep and pushed the younger skunk lustfully over the edge all over again, need rolling through her. She let out a strangled cry and, together, they climaxed, though it was not clear who pulled the other over the edge.

It was the perfect kind of orgasm, one that rolled through them passionately, his tentacles tightening around the skunk as he grazed a nipple, glutes tensing at his peak. He slammed deep, staying still, yet his tentacle ground tenaciously over her clit, giving Holly the rougher treatment she craved the moment her body was ready for it. Even though the two of them had only been together a few times before, Ropes knew her body better than she even knew it herself.

Such was the way of a lust demon, after all. He knew everything he needed to.

Thick, hot cream spilt into the skunk, yet they were very much on the same page about him cumming inside her bareback. It was everything they needed as their huffs and pants came between moans, both cougar and skunk straining to take in much-needed air. Yet it was passion that ruled as her pussy milked the feline of every drop of his cream, his shoulders rounding as he curved sensationally over her.

Kissing Holly's cheek, his lips trailed over the line of her jaw and down to her neck. Savouring the moment was all Ropes was there for and he exhaled a warm rush of air, his seed flowing inside her, spurt after spurt. Against him, the skunk mewled faintly, sounding almost like a feline herself, though Holly would be ready to go for another round again soon. After all, they had some time together now that Hiss and Fyr were both out of the house and the garden, leaving them alone to sully Hiss' bedroom as much as they wanted.

With his cock still hard and drooling inside Holly's cunny, Ropes purred throatily, his tail sweeping back and forth across the bed. There was no denying the aura of smugness in his smirk, black lips quirking up slightly on one side. Against him, the skunk murmured as he slid in behind her, spooning her. With his tentacles lazily looped around her leg to keep it lifted without straining her muscles, they were in the perfect position to continue exactly when they wanted to.

Hiss didn't know. And he didn't have to know.

Because Holly had everything she needed right there in that moment and more...