When They Don't Now

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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"Mmm... You feel so good..."

Ropes rolled his hips, his cock teasing deep into Chemical's cunt, the dragoness bent over his marriage bed and not giving a damn. Sure, she was friends with Fyrdrgon too, his wife, but there was still only so much she minded when there was a cock plunged into her pussy. The black dragoness with neon-green accents to her thick mane of hair and stripes lashed across her body was a force to be reckoned with, but her personality was more electric still.

"Use your tentacles too, Ropes," she growled, her tail curling tightly around his waist so the demon cougar couldn't pull back if he wanted to. "I want you to fuck every hole of mine..."

"Mmm, you shouldn't say that like it's a challenge."

Ropes grinned, the cougar drawing himself up taller. Standing by the side of his bed, his barbed cock driven deep into Chemical's cunt, he was at just the right height to twist his tentacles around her hips.

The dragoness ducked her head and moaned. There was nothing like sneaking around with Ropes to get her blood up: he was a demon of lust, after all, and knew all the little things she loved as if it was all purely natural to him. Even the first time they'd been together, he'd raked his claws over her back and over her rump; it'd felt like she was experiencing it all for the first time. His claws caught the edges of her scales, tickling in just the right places until she shuddered bodily and a full-body shiver rolled through her entire frame.

Yet there they were, a few years later, Ropes still sneaking around with her. To be fair to the demon cougar, he did that quite a bit with other partners too.

Maybe Fyr knew about some of them... Maybe she didn't know about others... When it came to things like that, Chemical really didn't care. It was all part of being a lust demon and that was something his wife was going to have to get used to, one way or the other.

"Unff... Yes..." She grunted, arching her back and thrusting back savagely at him as he pounded her. "You can go harder than that, cat, come on."

She goaded him on as his tentacles snaked around her, teasing around her tits and squeezing them. There were larger and heavier than Fyr's and Ropes let out a pleased howl, his tentacles feeding back the tactile sensation to him. As flexible as they were, it was sometimes as if his tentacles had a mind of their own when they curled around a partner, but he tended not to mind them. If they got out of hand, he could pull them back fully under his control.

That rarely happened, however. Much less so as one of the cougar's four tentacles pushed into Chemical's mouth. She groaned around it, drooling, though she was not quick enough to wrap her tongue around the smooth, green length as Ropes shoved it down her throat. The dragoness twitched and gagged but relaxed in time to make its path even easier, her pussy squeezing hard around his cock.

That was just one more way in which he knew she needed it, that she was more turned on than ever. For Ropes, it was all about those little things, all of which fed information back to him. Yet the flow of sexual energy around them was purely succulent to him and he nonchalantly wound a tentacle loosely around Chem's throat, tightening it just enough so she could feel the pressure. That time was not about cutting off her airflow but letting her know which of them was completely and utterly in control that time around.

"Mmm, you're so hot like this," he growled, leaning over her as the pace of his hips picked up. "Pushing back on me like that... Maybe you're just a slut like this for me, the dragoness that no one else gets to see."

Chemical half rolled her eyes, though there was a grain of truth in the cat's words too. She growled around his tentacle and tipped her head back, giving him a clearer shot down her throat. The bulge it made in her throat was sensual and she would have ran her fingertips over it if she'd had her hands free. As it was, she had to brace on the bed with both hands, her claws sinking into the sheets and cutting them up, though that was really something she couldn't care about. Fyr might ask questions later about the holes in the sheets, but that was something for Ropes to deal with, not her.

"Mmmm..."

She groaned around the tentacle in her mouth, two more squeezing her tits. They were wrapped so tightly around her breasts that she marvelled at just how easily he was able to do that, the flesh of his tentacles catching on her scales. Every squeeze from them, the thicker, fleshier tips teasing over her nipples, sent a shock of electric energy through her body, sparks flaring up as she wriggled and let him keep fucking her.

Yet the cougar slowed somewhat as he teased her, letting his barbs catch and pull more dominantly still through her pussy. The fur of his crotch brushed her pussy and backside sensually with every thrust, but his final tentacle was busy seeking the pucker of her tail hole. Keenly, Chem raised her tail further for, signalling her readiness even while talking was taken from her with the tentacle stuffed into her maw. She wanted it, aching for it, and tried rocking back further on to Ropes as his tentacle wriggled and gained entry to her ass.

"Mmmph!"

She growled, ducking her head, and the cougar smirked, pressing over her. She was beautiful like that and he drank down the lust in the air around them, licking his lips and letting out a savage snarl. Yet the pump of his hips grew slow and deliberate, slamming into her with a rough grind with every stroke. His hips smacked into her backside with every thrust and the dragoness under him quivered, ducking her head down, throat extended to keep his tentacle easily where she wanted it to be.

His mind drifted, briefly, to his wife, for his eyes could not help but wander over the picture of them both on Fyr's bedside table. He could not deny his intimacy and closeness with his wife -- yet he would always be a demon of lust. Sometimes, it was simply better that Fyr didn't know about the others he fucked and all the other activities he got into. The cougar was not restricted to females, after all, when he could top males too. The cat, however, was always on top: it was simply what he preferred.

Pressing down on the dragoness' upper back, he helped her bow down to the bed, showing off her decidedly slutty flexibility. Yet he couldn't help but ease her down all the way, supporting her with his tentacles, and then letting the tentacles wound around her tits slide free. She whined, but he was ready for her, turning her over on to her back with her legs spread and his cock only briefly slipping from her. With a tentacle still filling her maw, her hands coming up to caress the smooth, only lightly textured length, Chemical was at the very least somewhat placated.

"Mmmm..."

She groaned as he pushed back into her and he pinned her hands above her head with a tentacle, admiring how the position put her lightly jiggling breasts on full show. That was hot and he drank in the sight, a pink flash of the cougar's tongue flicking out across his dark lips.

Once he was over her like that, he could really ram into her, letting her lift her legs and wrap them around his waist, her ankles crossed over his ass. Chemical made a pretence that she wasn't going to let him go, but, even if Chem could often give him a run for his money, there was no question as to which of them had the greater stamina in the end. A lust demon, after all, had very little recovery time, if any, before he was easily ready to go again.

Fyr should have seen the orgies I had before...

He grunted a short, throaty laugh. His wife likely would be horrified if she knew what he'd got up to before he met her, but that was not for him to concern himself with. He was where he wanted to be, his cock aching as he plunged into her wet pussy. The dragoness' folds tugged around him every time he pulled out, the sound of his hips bouncing off her round ass filling the room.

Grinding the tentacle deeper into her ass, the cougar purred throatily, letting his lust rise. He was closer and closer to orgasm, yet he needed hers. He had to have her bucking and moaning in the throes of climax, seeking that ultimate high that would spill through her -- and, by proxy, him too. Ropes, after all, would have everything he needed from their cheating interlude together and more.

Chemical, however, didn't need to hold back from climax as she squirmed on her cock. The cougar filled her vision, a tentacle teasing across her nipples, though they had already been stirred up into hard, wanton peaks. She arched her back and pushed her hips up desperately to him, the cougar stuffing more of the tentacle into her ass. He worked it back and forth roughly, letting her feel just how full she was, tentacle and cock teasing against one another through the comparatively thin barrier of flesh between her pussy and her anal passage.

She howled, eyes fluttering half-closed, though she wasn't really seeing anything as desire flowed through her. Ecstasy gripped her and she squeezed his cock and tentacle hard, though she wasn't in control of how her body clenched around her. Not as muscular contractions pounded through her, dragging her attention from his cock in her soaked pussy to how his tentacle caught her nipples at just the right moment to make her quake with desire.

Yet she was as prey to the throes of orgasm as much as any other anthro, so she allowed it to come. Even as the cougar gave a pleased yowl and rammed into her more furiously, hunching over her body as he ground in hard and deep. Her arousal drooled around his cock as he pounded her full, barbs pulling through her pussy in just the right way to make her belly tighten and hips rise to him.

He blocked her vision as she held on to the tentacle sliding down her throat and back up again, allowing her to breathe -- but only for a few moments. Chemical had to focus, even through climax, on breathing when his tentacle pulled back far enough, but that was a skill she was rather proud to have.

As he slammed in roughly, the cougar shuddered and held fast, his prick shoved as deep as it could possibly go. He let out a deep, guttural groan as he emptied his balls inside her, their furry, warm weight resting against her pussy as he rested there, draped over her. Still, his tentacles teased her body and Chemical moaned deliriously as he worked the one in her ass deeper still. It had to be deeper than he'd ever gone before -- and she was definitely going to ask him to replicate that with his cock the next time around. Two tentacles could pound her pussy, at the same time, instead, switching things up a little.

Next time...

Ropes growled, hanging over her as he spent his load, though his lips stretched into a casual, claiming sort of grin. He panted heavily, dipping his head down closer to Chemical's head and breasts, her legs tightening around him while her tail hung off the bed.

"Same time next week," he growled, cum still spurting from him as the pulses tapered off. "Or maybe I shouldn't even pull out."

The dragon groaned, arching her back as he gave a breast a slow, dragging lap of his tongue.

"I've got more plans for you," she hissed, eyes alight with need. "So, you better be up for it, kitten."

The cougar rolled his eyes -- but he could easily put Chemical in her place again. Maybe that was why she pushed his buttons, riling him up as much as she could.

One thing was certain, however. When Fyr didn't know what was going on, Ropes got everything he needed and more.

He'd keep it that way.