Fyr grinned, leading him upstairs. Limba had prepared well for them, though it was not as if it was going to take much for Ropes to fuck him, the horse all spread out, naked, on the bed as if he had been there many times before already. His fingers were already between his legs, pressing in deeply to his pussy, the horse nickering and moaning, eyes half-lidded in need.
"Mm, I thought you were never going to get back," he whinnied, a grin stretching his lips. "Did you two work it out or am I heading home?"
Ropes, however, answered that question for him, diving between the horse's legs as if there was only one thing that he could focus on. His eyes raked up the equine's legs, from his dark markings down at his fetlocks to where his coat blended into that richer golden brown, lips already parted for the treat of his sex. It was too much for him, the teasing touches from Fyr, the rush of being caught -- and having everything work out okay in the end. Truly, that was the best thing of all, but Ropes would never have said it aloud, even if he was pleased that Fyr had come around so quickly.
If there was anything at all for him to answer for there, to Fyr, he would consider it long, long after he had eaten out the horse, his raspy tongue delving into Limba's cunt with a long, slow lap, savouring the moment. The horse bucked and squealed against him, trying to get him to do more by grinding onto his nose, but the cougar, finally, had every bit of the control that he wanted, relishing in being watched.
Fyr grinned, biting her tongue and her want to interfere, though she was quite sober after waiting for Ropes for so long. She pressed in only to help the cougar peel his shirt up, ripping it up and over his head, surely splitting a seam. She hadn't asked Ropes if he wanted to be naked, but, well, she knew the cat well enough in that regard to tend to his needs even when things were not as explicit between them as raw, verbal communication. His tentacles twisted, making her job harder than it had to be, though Fyr didn't much care, not as the lightly muscled torso of her husband came into view.
Perhaps not the best of husbands, considering the fucking around...but if she got her needs met too, Fyr thought that she might just about be able to let that slide. And she did rather like horses, even getting to experience her first pussy -- the first that was not her own, of course -- that day. Maybe that too would open new doors for her.
But she had hungered to watch him for too long already, pacing the house and waiting for Ropes to come home, not knowing before that seconds could stretch out for so long. The lewd, wet slurps of the cougar lapping up into the horse's cunt filled the room, Limba grunting and bucking, grabbing at Ropes' head as he thrust up.
"Oh, fuck, yesss..."
The horse moaned out his lust in a rush of breath, the cougar's tail lashing the air, though Fyr sat back, perching on the edge of the bed to take everything in. She didn't need to be a part of it, not yet, for she wanted to drink it all in, savouring everything like a fine wine dancing on the tip of her tongue. If she'd been a cat like her husband, she might have purred, but all she had in her was a pleased rumble as she rubbed the front of her crotch, just about brushing her clit through her clothes, though her light cotton trousers, which fell smartly down her legs with a clean, pressed crease for wear around the house, were thin enough to get a tremble of pleasure.
She hadn't known it could be so hot to see him eat someone else out that voraciously, the dragoness swallowing hard, though Fyr did not take her eyes away from the action for a single second. Her husband was a remarkable sight as he groaned, leaning in, growling into Limba's pussy, though Fyr did not know for who she had eyes for more, not knowing whether to lock her gaze onto her husband or the horse. In the end, it was Limba who commanded the most of her attention, though that could have been the adorable little whickers and neighs he was letting out. He even thrust and bucked up against Ropes' muzzle with such demand that it took her beath away. She could even learn a thing or two from him about getting what she wanted in bed, though she had to say that, one way or the other, her husband never left her unsatisfied. Such was the way of being with a lust demon, she guessed...
The cougar snarled, need rising, flaring through his veins as if he was seared through with lava, burning up from the inside out. It was just the demon inside him coming to the surface, demanding what it needed, to feed, to indulge, to take everything and drink in that delicious aroma of sex until he was full and gorged on it. He licked his lips, drawing back a little, but that was only so that he could get one of his tentacles rammed into Limba's pussy. The horse squealed and clutched at him, though Ropes allowed him to thrust against his muzzle, relishing in the roughness of the moment.
To have someone like that, who could really let go, let everything come, thrust by thrust... Why, that was a treat indeed for him, especially as the horse squeezed around his tentacle as if Limba was trying to milk him of his cum. But not yet, not quite yet, not as Ropes pounded him ruthlessly, giving Limba as good as he got, the unique taste of equine slipping down his throat as he lapped at his wet, swollen clit.
Limba couldn't hold back, squealing and arching up from the bed as if called there by a higher powering, shuddering in place while orgasm took him. His vision wavered, weakness swamping him, but his legs were locked up in position, lost in the moment as climax swept him. Pulse after pulse gripped him, driving there by the sweetly lapping tongue, his clit too sensitive for more and yet he was hardly in control of what Ropes was doing. All Limba knew was that he needed more, the tentacle filling him so nicely.
And he needed the real deal too...
Ropes shot her a glance from between the horse's legs, eyes half-lidded, husky with lust. She shivered, but slipped down the bed closer to him, close enough to run her paws over his hips and arse. She had an ulterior motive there, of course, groping his hard-on through his jeans and moaning aloud.
"Fuck, Ropes, you're so hard already..."
Fyr quaked. Had she ever gotten him that hard that quickly? Fuck, that was hot, all in the best of ways, even though it had been a very, very long time since she'd watched. Limba moaned, splaying out on the bed again as if there was no more strength left in his legs to keep his hips elevated, though he could have a few moments to recover. Husband and wife, after all, had some work to do.
It was strange to watch them interacting as Limba looked up, watching Fyr and Ropes together, how they shared rough touches and gentle kisses, lust curling and twisting between them. Though it was as if it was already known that they wouldn't be fucking that night, not when Fyr, quite aptly, was playing the part of the cuckolded wife.
She arched up against him, knowing the nuances of his body, quite clearly, better than Limba did, but she had been with him longer, even if the relationships between them were different. Curiously, the horse watched, propping his head up with a pillow, not realising that it was Fyr's. In a way, he had well and truly taken her place, that night, in the marriage bed, the very spot where Ropes and Fyr had fucked for the first time after saying their wedding vows.
With Ropes standing, Fyr smirked as she slid down his body, relishing in her role, more alive than she had felt in weeks. It was as if the energy that she had not even realised had been missing had suddenly returned to her, flowing through her veins, arousal burning through. Fuck, she needed it, desperate with need, though she still stole a grope of his crotch while she was fumbling with his belt. Curse belts! But she would hardly have wanted Ropes to walk around either with his trousers around his ankles, sliding them down with a rough shove eventually and exposing his hard cock. His boxer briefs got caught under his cock and she lowered herself to her knees sharply to help, knees connecting too roughly with the carpet, though she pretended not to notice the "thunk".
The dragoness shivered as Ropes' paw closed around his cock, jerking himself off, already hard and ready, the barbs raised as if in anticipation of the pleasure to come. But she knew, even then, that his cock was not for her that night and it was not even her place to lean in and take him into her mouth, as much as a big part of her might have wanted to. The cougar stood there, naked and powerful in all his glory, tail and tentacles lashing and writhing respectively. His pale eyes glowed with the intensity of his lust, taking her breath away, but the crook of his finger was not for her as he motioned to Limba.
"Suck me off, boy mare," he growled. "Show my wife how it's done..."
Fyr moaned, though blushed heatedly at her own embarrassment, at being put in her place. Of course, she was not a bad cock sucker by any means -- but it was how Ropes said it that got to her, that made her wetter between the legs than she had any right to be.