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 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.
