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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The drake took a little time to come down as he recovered from being put into a different state of submission by Sasha, but sex was not all about being rough. There was the aftercare too and her cleaning up his scales gently, sucking on both his cocks while they sixty-nined to both bring him back to reality and ground him.
"You can do more with these too," Sasha told him, grasping his cock while he sat on the sofa, head tilted back and tongue lolling out. "Flex them... They move, Carenath. That's something you'll have to get used to. But I'm sure you'll have plenty of practise."
The dragon almost didn't know what to say, though he tried to engage his prehensile cocks and managed to curl the tip of one while the other juddered as if uncontrollable. As she said, he could get to that in time.
Yet Carenath could not help but follow the lure of the dragoness who had invited him out to the ranch in the first place. Fyr, of course, waited for him, though night had fallen and, when he checked upstairs, she wasn't in her room.
Naked, the dragon hastened in search of her, his ridged cocks half-hard as he experimented with the new muscles he had to use to control them. He managed to shift them some, however, and came to Fyr outside by a pool that he'd had no idea was even there. Maybe Fyr had expanded the ranch for her own peace and not got around to telling him that?
The warmth of late summer lingered on the air as fireflies danced and the dragoness stretched out on a pool lounger, her book forgotten beside her. The last notes of twilight faded from the sky, though the pool was lit up from the inside. Even though it was too dark to keep reading, she could relax there, watching the lights soothe her mind.
"I thought you weren't going to come find me."
Fyr looked up and Carenath stopped, though she didn't appear surprised at all to see him there. The dragon cocked his head, a light smile grazing his lips, yet the pull of embarrassment he might have expected to feel simply didn't come. That wasn't fitting for a demon, even a partial one like him.
"You're different," she said, looking him up and down. "I don't think you had two cocks before, did you?"
She sighed, her heart sinking, though it was not truly as if she had ever expected to keep Carenath entirely for herself. She knew exactly what her family was like and the traitorous twist of arousal in her lower abdomen begged attention. She only wished she'd got to him first, or perhaps at the very least been able to warn him what her family was like -- what her husband could do to him. Yet it was not as if Ropes would ever have taken or transformed an unwilling victim either, so there was that.
"No, just the one, but these are really cool," he boasted, rocking back on his heels as he made his cocks twist a little and curl. "Look what they can do?"
Fyr licked her lips, leaving her inhibitions behind. Sometimes, the dragoness wondered if she had demonic influences inside her too, with how readily she was willing to leave her mortal side behind -- the part of her with morals. Yet she'd wanted Carenath and could not deny her attraction to him, as if all their casual flirting and hang outs had brought them precisely to that moment and that moment alone.
So, she followed her own lead and passions, kissing him deeply. His paw came more strongly around to the back of her head as they moved together, tongues tangling and sweeping up against one another, though there was no question as to which dragon was in charge. He was not as gentle with her as she might have liked, yet that aura of roughness pulled at something deep within her that hungered to be told what to do.
As long as she could be with someone, as long as she could please... It would all be enough for her.
The drake's paws swept down over her chest as he grabbed her breasts, though his fingers were gentler as they tugged her bikini top aside. It had been a fairly modest one, covering her breasts, though having her scales exposed to the cooling evening air had her sucking in a breath. Dizzy, she broke the kiss and moaned as he nipped at her neck, his sharp teeth catching and raking down with a prickle of bubbling blood.
"Ohhh..."
"Mmm, you look so good," he hissed huskily, not raising his voice. "I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you."
"Mmmph, yeah... Yeah, that's not something you'd say to someone on a first date," she moaned in turn, though didn't really care for how coarse he was being. "But... Ohhh... For you, it works."
He tugged her bikini bottoms aside with his tail as Fyr blushed, though bearing her down to the lounger, which was laid out flat, was no trouble at all to him. The dragoness who'd initially caught his eye went willingly with him as he bore down behind her, lifting her left leg, which was on the top, while his two cocks probed at her ass.
Fyr helped him out a bit, though it took a few moments in the fumble of her paw to help position his cocks at her pussy and her tail hole. She moaned and tried to rock back against him, although it was purely Carenath in control. He pushed forward, searing into her slowly, though the insistent drive of his cocks would not take "no" for an answer with a wiling dragoness under him.
She cried out softly and reached back for him as he pressed up behind her, reassuring her with the weight and presence of his body, though there was one more feature of his dicks that he'd uncovered on his time over there. He hadn't been using the full length of his cocks so far, though Sasha had ground on to the new knots there to aid her own orgasm in his last round of sex. Those knots, however, were going to sink into Fyr first. Maybe as the one who'd led him there, it was her right.
