Secret Desire

	“Where’s dad?”
	“He got a call out on business, he’ll be back tomorrow. You all right, son? You look like you’re a little tired,” Fyre offered, concerned for her boy’s health.
	“O-oh, yeah, I’m OK, just woke up in the middle of the night, had a hard time getting back to sleep,” Hisson admitted, in a statement that was close enough to the truth so as not to be a lie…not really.
	“Ah, yes, I think we’ve all had that happen before. Maybe you should take a nap?” Fyre asked with a slight nod, turning away from her son so that she could put some of her summer clothes into the appropriate drawers in her room.
	The slight click of the door closing and locking was missed by Fyre as her attention was distracted by her task, nor did she see Hisson approaching her from behind, his gaze intent on his mother. “I’m fine, mom…sleep is the last thing on my mind right now,” he stated simply, as his erection began to stir. “Actually…there’s something I want to share with you…something big...”

Hisson let the door close behind him as he fully stepped into his mother’s room, and almost as an afterthought, let the lock to the door click into place. He was in luck; his mother didn’t register the sound as she busied herself with the task of putting away some of her clothes. Hisson wasn’t concerned with anyone entering into the room unannounced; his mother had just related to him that his father was away on business and wouldn’t be back until the next day, and he had left his sister in her room the night before. Given the amount of activity they engaged in that night, Helena had no trouble drifting back to sleep, and Hisson had retired to his room as soon as he could to avoid detection. No, Hisson secured the door not to keep others out, but to keep his mother in.
The dragon/demon hybrid was hoping the issue wouldn’t come into play. What he had in mind had the potential to be highly embarrassing and get him into no end of trouble if things went wrong…and if they DID go wrong and Fyre tried to exit the room, it would at least give him one last chance to act before she figured out the door was locked and unlocked it herself. He couldn’t hope to seal the room completely, but at least it might buy him some extra time. Once he locked the door, his mind began to race; it wasn’t too late to back out of his plans, but if he chose to do so, he had to do it now.
Hisson had formed the plan on the spur of the moment, and the hastiness of the plan came back to haunt him. He wanted to help his sister, who was pregnant with their father’s offspring. Her father knew, but didn’t seem to mind; in fact, it had spurred another evening of passionate lovemaking between the two. But their mother didn’t know, and Helena dreaded the prospect of telling her, especially given the fact that it would reveal that their father had cheated on her. It was a coin flip as to which would upset their mother the most, really; both transgressions were pretty bad in and of themselves. Hisson could have broached the news to their mother to attempt to diffuse the situation somewhat, but he had given his promise to his sister to keep her secret. Keeping the secret meant that he would need to take another measure if he wanted to help his sister, and his options were very limited. What he came up with was drastic, but it was the best plan he could come up with, which in retrospect was rather frightening.
It was still early in the day; Hisson wasn’t an early riser, but his sleep had been troubled by fits of waking, as his unconscious mind considered the consequences of his decision. He wasn’t at all tired, though; he felt tense and nervous, and those feeling put his fight or flight responses on high alert, overriding any sense of exhaustion he might have had. In retrospect, it was a good thing; Fyre was also not an early riser as a rule unless she had to get up for a specific reason. In the mornings, she was a little sluggish and calm, taking her time with rousing herself for the day’s affairs. Hisson could see that today was no exception; Fyre was keeping herself busy, but it was only the simplest of tasks, and she wasn’t moving with any sort of purpose. Hisson couldn’t see his mother’s expression from her current position, but he could easily imagine that those eyes were partially drooping from morning drowsiness.
Hisson ran through his thoughts at lightning speed, time seeming to slow down as his heart raced from excitement. His family was very open, and didn’t often bother with wearing clothes unless needing to go out into public or because the weather was harsh or cold. He was naked, as was his Fyre; until now Hisson had not considered the possibility of mating with his mother, but with the intent firmly in his mind, he couldn’t help but grow more aroused with each passing moment. Looking upon his mother with new eyes, he could see the sex appeal that had attracted his father to her; the soft curves of her body, the sway of her tail, the firmness of her rump…and even from his vantage point, he could see the swell of her breasts in profile from her back, something any female would be envious of. The red and yellow coloration of her scales were like a beacon to the young male, so much more vibrant than his sister. Before he knew it, Hisson felt himself moving towards his mother, who still had her back to him as she busied herself with her task.
Fyre put the piece of clothing that she held into one of the drawers before her, making sure that it was neatly folded away. She had waited for Hisson to continue with his words, listening for a couple of moments. When it became apparent that Hisson was waiting for a response from her, the dragoness complied, but she failed to give her son her full attention, instead taking another article of clothing and beginning to fold it up. Her ears were listening, after all; she could split her attention as long as Hisson had something simple to relate to her. “Something big, you say? Oh my, did my young man meet a girl, perhaps?” She chuckled a little, though she didn’t mean it in a joking manner. Her boy was starting to get some looks, she knew, though he probably didn’t realize it; secret, furtive little glances from classmates, and even the neighbors took note of the lad. It was only a matter of time before Hisson took notice, but for now, he was her little dragon, her darling son.
Fyre’s words made Hisson wince a little inwardly, her statement bringing back into harsh reality the reason why he was here in the room in the first place. Rather than shy him away from his course of action, it only steeled his resolve; he couldn’t back out, he made a promise. The closer he crept to his mother, however, the more he began to panic. He hadn’t thought about being this close to Fyre without evoking her attention, and he found himself in the odd position of being able to choose his course of action and not relying on instinct. Beyond the actual end result of his plan, he had not settled on a true course of action. Would he try to seduce her with words? He had never tried an earnest attempt to sweet-talk a female, and he couldn’t think of anything that he could say to his mother that wouldn’t sound awkward to his ears. Would he try to play the pity card and ask for help with his release? It was chancy; if she was repulsed by the idea, it would be really difficult to follow up a sincere appeal without putting everything into jeopardy. Could he try and snuggle up to her in the hopes that nature would take its course? Fyre had no objections to being physical with her son in general contact, but it had never led anywhere before now, and unless Hisson forced the issue, it was hard to believe that it would develop into anything intimate on its own.
There was, of course, that OTHER option…
As Hisson’s mind centered on that thought, he felt a cold chill of dread and excitement wash over him. More than any of the others approaches, it had the potential to end badly. But it seemed to be the right path for him to take. And he could do it. He KNEW he could. Though he was younger and more inexperienced than the dragoness, he was a match for her in power; the infernal blood that flowed through his veins allowed the puma hybrid to exhibit much more power than he seemed to possess. He was also learning to use his demonic heritage; already, being so close to his mother, he could feel those powers awakening within him, ready to be used. Moreover, if he acted now, he would have the element of surprise. Fyre was still unaware of the closeness of his presence and his motives, but it wouldn’t stay that way forever. If he were to act on this course of action, it would have to be now.
To say that Hisson weighed his options against one another and eventually came to a decision based on good judgment and thought would be a gross exaggeration. In truth, by the time the thought entered his mind, his decision was already made.

Fyre had half-expected an answer from her son, her words hanging in the air as she continued to put away clothes. “Perhaps the lad is just embarrassed to admit something to me; he did say he had something big to share, after all,” she thought to herself. It would probably be proper for a mother to give her son her full attention; she would turn around as soon as she tucked the panties away in her hand; one of the frilly types that Ropes sometimes like to see her wear. Her delicates drawer was at the top of her dresser, and already open to receive clothing, so it would be a simple matter to just tuck them in.
She never quite got that far; a tendril curled around her arm as she was reaching for the drawer, halting her progress suddenly. The sudden presence of the tendril was curious, but not alarming; living with Ropes and Hisson, the appendages were a common sight. Before she could admonish her son for taking hold of her arm, she got another surprise; the feel of a warm male body taking hold of her own from behind. Fyre could tell instantly that this hug was different than the sort that she usually got from her children; where casual hugs felt tender and loving, the hug that embraced her from behind felt strong and forceful. It was a hug that spoke of desire, a hug that used the full body rather than just a portion, and the dragoness gave a little gasp of surprise as she realized two things at once. The first was where the arms of her son were grasping, feeling two hands reaching around her body to take hold of her large breasts with a rather firm grip. The second was the feeling of something large and thick against her posterior, the fleshy object firm and warm as it prodded at her. The dragoness knew instantly what it was, and the knowledge shocked her into indecision; she simply didn’t know how to react to this situation.
In no time at all, Fyre felt herself being pushed against the drawer that she had been reaching for just a moment ago, the bureau of clothing closed shut in its entirety by the pressure of her body and the form behind her. Her breasts were pressed against the wood of the dresser where her son’s hands couldn’t cover completely, the sensation slightly uncomfortable to her. In this position, the male body behind hers had additional leverage, and she could feel the inexperienced male jab at her with his groin, the firm flesh seeking out a target that was unprotected from his advances. In this body position, Fyre couldn’t even bring her tail into position to protect her sex, as her son had cleverly nudged her tail out of the way as he had advanced on her. Just as Fyre was starting to form some form of protest in her mind, she felt the spire of flesh sink home, Hisson’s lusty organ finding its mark as it sheathed itself into her pussy.
This sudden penetration seemed to rouse the dragoness out of her inaction, and though she didn’t want to hurt her son, her instinctive drive to defend herself caused her to try and free herself from her vulnerable position. With a rumbling growl, her hands went to her breasts, trying to peel away the grip that her son possessed on her chest. She took hold of those hands by the wrists and tried to leverage them away from her body, and gained some initial success in the form of prying those hands away from her chest for a few inches. Her victory was short-lived; once Hisson felt her fight against him, he gave an answering growl and, using reserves of strength that Fyre never suspected he had, brought his hands back into contact with his mother’s breasts, his grip on the mammaries becoming all the more firm as he began to mount his mother against the dresser, bucking his hips to fill the dragoness’s hot tunnel with his meat.
Once again, the dragoness tried to fight off her son’s advances, thinking that perhaps she had been too easy on him the first time. She knew she was strong, far stronger than someone of Hisson’s inexperienced youth had a right to be. She pulled at his hands, pressed back against the dresser, and tried to use leverage to gain ground on her assailant. She was stunned that none of this seemed to have any effect; she couldn’t budge her son’s grip on her one inch, the youth behind her suddenly having developed a strength far beyond what he should have been capable of! What was more, Hisson actually seemed to embrace the struggles that his mother had presented to him in her attempt to break free, and was sinking himself deeper into her body, his uncut cock spreading her inner walls around his invading flesh as he pistoned his hips eagerly.
With the initial and secondary attempts to dislodge her son proving unsuccessful, Fyre found herself becoming increasingly distracted by the rhythmic humping of her son, the dragoness responding to the young puma/dragon hybrid despite the rough treatment. Fyre could feel her pussy begin to moisten with her arousal, the slick fluids beginning to flow and paint the spire of flesh within her, her body betraying the contrary desires of her mind. She was mated to Ropes, the pleasure demon whom she had known for years, the demonic puma being the only male to which she could pledge her heart! How could she be feeling excitement and arousal for any other male, let alone her own son?! But she couldn’t deny that the male ramming his cock inside of her seemed to know exactly how to treat her; how she wanted to be treated. Despite not having familiarity with her body, Hisson was using his own to full effectiveness, stroking his cock inside of her with just the right amount speed, the right amount of technique. Even with the awkwardness of being pressed against her bureau, the sheer feral nature of the fucking was exciting her much more than she thought she could ever feel in this situation.
“Hisson…stop…you shouldn’t do this,” Fyre called out to her son, thinking to appeal to her son on a motherly level, but as she spoke, the dragoness realized that she didn’t really have any true depth to her words. She didn’t WANT Hisson to stop, not truly. The only thing that was holding her back from enjoying the experience fully was the thought that she SHOULD fight back, that she should try to resist as long as she could. She couldn’t overcome the strength that he son had displayed, and she had no hope of Ropes coming back home to put his son in his place. She couldn’t even call out to Helena to come to her rescue; the thought of having her precious daughter see her at the mercy of her brother was unthinkable. She couldn’t subject her innocent Helena to the sight of her brother raping her defenseless body and have to explain what happened to her afterwards; the very notion could scar her for life! With this thought in mind, she knew this was the only option left to her; she couldn’t harm her son, no matter the consequence.
Fyre wasn’t sure what she expected Hisson to say or do in response to her words. She certainly wasn’t expecting him to cease his actions immediately and apologize to her; she wasn’t naïve or foolish. The answer she got was nothing of the kind; Hisson answered her in a voice that was his own, but at the same time was so much different, unnatural and brimming with confidence and sinister intent. There was a subtle undercurrent to his voice that she had never heard before in her son, but she recognized all the same. It was the same tonality that her mate often used in his sexual conquests of her body, and hearing it once more in her son set her body aquiver. “But that’s what makes it all the more exciting, mother…you know you want this as much as I.” She felt him close with her, and felt the warm breath in her ear as he continued to drive his cock inside of her, not slowing for a single beat. “By the time I’m finished, you’ll be begging for my cock.” He snarled then, a singular sound of bestial lust, and clamped his jaws around the junction of her neck and shoulder with just enough force not to pierce her scales, but to leave the impression that he could if he so desired. It was a love bite, and it was delivered with such effectiveness that it made her moan whorishly aloud.
Through the haze of pleasure that was quickly addling her mind, Fyre had the presence of mind to piece together the clues that had been laid out before her. Hisson knew too much about her for this to be mere coincidence, and the voice that she heard, the strength that she felt from her son, it was unnatural; it was clearly Hisson that was doing this, but there was no way that this was the simple and shy Hisson that she was familiar with. It had to be the demonic influence with him, the sexual predator that lurked within the parentage of his father. She didn’t pretend to understand all of the powers and abilities that they shared between them, but it appeared that somehow, Hisson had managed to tap into the innate abilities granted to him from his father’s lineage, and they were giving him the power and innate knowledge with which to pleasure her captured form. She knew that at some point his latent abilities would surface, but she hadn’t expected them to surface so soon, or that she would be the target that he unleashed them on! She knew without a shadow of a doubt that reasoning with him would be pointless in this state; she had experienced the full potency of his father in this state, and knew just how overwhelming and all-encompassing the hold on him would be. The very thought made her tingle inside, the urge to give in to that insatiable hunger growing stronger with each passing second. Still, she attempted to make one more attempt to reach her son, one last appeal to break through the madness of desire. “Hisson…please…aaaaah! I can’t…can’t do this…mmmmmph!” It was getting harder and harder to concentrate with those delicious thrusts into her body, and she tried once more. “You’re my son…I’m your mother!”
Suddenly, Fyre felt the vigorous motions of her son pounding her vulnerable pussy cease, the dragon/puma hybrid coming to a complete halt, but with his cock still embedded inside of her sex at its deepest point. “You know, you’re right. We shouldn’t do this,” she heard her son say to her, but though the words were sincere, they lost nothing of the lust and desire that flavored his voice. She soon discovered why; the grip that Hisson had on her body changed, and before she knew what was happening, her body was lifted with a sudden strength, the dragoness landing on the bed with enough force to stun her, but not harm her. Somewhere in the transition, Hisson’s cock had escaped her slick passage, but before she could come to grips with the loss of the spire of flesh inside her, she felt the weight of her son atop her body, this time landing on top of her to pin her to the bed. “Now THIS is much better. Just relax and let your son fuck you,” Hisson purr-growled in that demonic snarl of his, the young lad moving his hips so that could keep his mother’s legs soundly parted around his body, keeping her pussy ripe for the taking.
The dragoness was able to behold her son for the first time, and what she saw took her breath away. Hisson had changed; the dragon/puma hybrid had always had eyes of soft green, lively and expressive. Now those same eyes were those of his father, those green orbs gone under a veneer of milky white. What was more, though she could no longer see any trace of his pupils or irises, she could feel his gaze more keenly than she ever had before. Those eyes practically glowed with the latent power that he was exuding, boring into her with a frightening intensity. Fyre broke the gaze of her son with some effort, her eyes leaving Hisson’s face to look over his body. The form was as she remembered, but more muscular and fit, the youth abandoning the sleek and trim figure for one more dominant and overpowering. It was easy to see where Hisson got the extra power he needed to subdue her only moment before, power that he used on her once more as he held her down and sheathed his cock inside of her pussy once more. The dragoness hissed aloud as she felt his entry into her body renewed, the sensation causing her tail to flex involuntarily as the feeling of pleasure returned to her in a rush.
Hisson purred aloud in satisfaction as his uncut shaft plunged home into his mother once more, and Fyre could sense rather than see his eyes roaming over her naked body as he began to piston his hips once more. As the renewed pleasure began to assault her senses once more, the dragoness briefly wondered why she didn’t put up a fight when she had the chance. She had the opportunity, a brief moment of time when she was free from Hisson’s grasp. She could have tried to bolt for the door, could have tried to buck him off of her before her son sheathed his infernal cock into her passage. It might not have been successful, but she at least should have made the attempt. So why didn’t she? She was letting her son, her own flesh and blood, rape her and claim her when she should be making every attempt to throw him off and escape. As Hisson thrust his organ inside of her quivering tunnel, a realization struck her, the answer to her unspoken question. She wanted this. It was irrational, it was crazy, it was even taboo…but she wanted this. She wanted HIM. Hisson was magnificent; a mirror image of his father in the trapping of youth. He could have any girl he wanted, whether he realized it or not, but he wanted her…he desired her right here, right now.
Fyre felt a change within her almost immediately with this realization. Rather than deny the taboo and incestual nature of the situation, she embraced them. Gone were the thoughts of her mate, of the betrayal, of what Ropes would say if he ever found out. They were thoughts that no longer had a place here. All that mattered was this beautiful strong male atop her, ready to give her an experience that she could only imagine in her darkest dreams. She gasped aloud as Hisson seemed to pick up on this change in her psyche, the puma/dragon hybrid grinning impishly as his strokes became less hurried and more purposeful. “That’s right, mother, I’m going to share something special with you. Something you will remember for the rest of your life.” His tone was sensual and commanding, one that brooked no argument from the dragoness. As he spoke, Fyre noticed the two tendrils that swayed from his back, realizing that he had released her somewhere in the transition between bureau and bed. As she watched, she saw the normal spade-like extensions shift and morph into mirror images of his phallus, the tips swaying with the new cocktips that were eager to be used on her body.
Each thrust of Hisson’s hips was long and deep inside of the panting dragoness, the male reaching down to pin his mother’s arms back against the bed as he rutted her captive body. The display was mostly for show, but Fyre loved it; she knew instinctively that Hisson WANTED her to struggle. She couldn’t fight him truly, not with his strength, and the male knew it; now he wanted to feel her feeble struggles, to exert more of his dominance of her. The dragoness gave him what he wanted, writhing in place, fighting against his iron grip, as all the while the young male pounded her with his hips and organ, the impacts enough to set the red scales of her breasts to jiggling and shaking on her buxom chest. Each time Hisson sank his member into her depths, it was more than just to enjoy the pleasure of the moment; he was issuing a challenge of authority. He was in charge now; not Fyre, not Ropes, but him. He was the alpha male, and he would not be denied. He wanted to break her, to let her know in no uncertain terms that she was his, and in that moment, she was. She couldn’t help herself; the feelings inside of her were bubbling up to the surface, fueled by desire, pleasure, and the sheer erotic thrill of the moment. She cried out, “Oh god Hisson! Don’t stop!”
It was a mistake to give in, she knew, but Fyre didn’t care; Hisson had found the right buttons to press, and her lust had built to a point that she could no longer resist or deny. How could it be wrong if it felt so good? She bathed in the sensations, surrounded herself with them, let her cautions and reservations be thrown to the winds. Even the thoughts that her precious daughter might hear the noise in her room and come to investigate were dashed from her mind. All that mattered now was her son and that glorious cock of his, giving her his pleasure and taking it for himself in turn. She moaned deeply, her breath coming fast and harsh as she felt Hisson piston his hips against her, the male growling lustfully as he heard the words come from her lips, an admission of defeat and compliance that gave her son the right to do with her as he pleased. “Mother, I’m just getting started,” Hisson promised with a low chuckle, his clawed hands pressing deeper against her wrists, his thumbs stroking slowly at the palms of her hands as he kept her immobile underneath him.
There was a tenderness to his actions, she realized. He had never hurt her, never been so rough as to injure her in any way. He was rough, true, but he was in control of his actions, guided as they might be by his demonic lusts. She was never in any danger, but that didn’t mean that her son didn’t possess frightening power. Now that Hisson had heard his mother’s plea, he had no reason to restrain himself any longer, and he began to truly rut his female underneath him, no longer just using his hips, but lunging the entirety of his body against the dragoness. Hisson’s feline attributes came into play now, the flexible and lithe body that was granted to him by his father undulated in a rhythmic motion, the curling spine and lunging hips combining to sink his spire of flesh balls-deep into his mother with every thrust.
It was all happening so fast, so very fast, and Hisson seemed to know exactly what to do to keep her in that ecstatic state of mind. More than once, Fyre felt as if she were going to reach that plateau of pleasure that the demon hybrid was driving her to, but just as she felt that primal edge sneak forth, Hisson anticipated it and eased off with his movements, denying her what her body sought. Before she realized it, the dragoness had looped her legs around the waist of her son, trying to force him to rut her and finish her off like she craved, but once again, Hisson stayed in complete control and would not be put off of his pace. It was maddening and frustrating, but at the same time, it was exactly what she wanted; Fyre could be satisfied with a quick and feral lay, but this was something more, a bid for power and dominance, and nothing less than complete and total mastery of her body would do. Hisson was showing her what he could do, what he had learned, and how she was his to enjoy. Even with her efforts thwarted, Fyre still clung to her son’s hips with her shapely thighs, locking her ankles in place around him as he thrust his spire into her pussy. He might have been the one to call the shots, but she would be damned if he tried to pull out now and leave her empty!
When her legs tightened around Hisson’s body, the demon hybrid growled in a deep, mischievous manner, his eyes seeming to glow with more insidious power. “Mmmm, so you finally want to play, mother? I knew you couldn’t resist me,” he spoke to her, the lad not even the slightest bit out of breath with all of the energy he had exerted thus far. He was taunting her, Fyre realized! He had her right where he wanted her, and he was taunting her! And somehow…this just made her even more excited, fueling her desire. His confidence was intoxicating, and she drank it in like the finest wine. Hisson continued to speak to her, all the while pounding away with his hips as his words washed over her. “I can feel your hunger…so let’s see what we can do to sate that, hmm?” In the next moment, those twin tendrils curled down to meet Fyre’s gaze, both phalli dangling in front of her muzzle mere inches away from her lips. This close, she could scent the male musk that flowed from the dual lengths, a spice that seemed so much like his father, but with a unique odor all his own. She didn’t need to be instructed as to what was desired, but the words came anyways, with a finality that she didn’t dare argue. “Use that lovely tongue and muzzle of yours, mom. Show me that hunger of yours.”
Left or right…which one first? It was odd that somehow that question percolated into her mind, almost absurd, but it was there, at least for a brief moment. The decision took less than a second; Fyre leaned her neck towards the tendril on the left and opened her muzzle, extending her tongue to begin lavishing the exposed flesh with her lustful attentions. With her hands pinned by her son, Fyre could only use her head and neck to position herself as she needed to be, her licks somewhat clumsy as her body was constantly jarred by the motions of his hips ramming into her own. Once she had selected a target, however, Hisson made sure that she had easy access to his cock-tendril by inching the organ forward and sheathing the length inside of her muzzle. Fyre never hesitated; she opened her muzzle wider to accept the full offering, savoring the flavor of her son’s meat as it slid past her lips.
The act of sucking on a cock-tendril was not unusual for Fyre; Ropes had often entertained her with the tendrils that he possessed as well, and the dragoness was quite familiar with the sensation and what to expect. She toyed with the organ inside of her muzzle with a few flicks of her tongue along the glans and undercarriage, but she knew what Hisson wanted, and she was prepared when she felt the impatient shaft press forward deeper into her muzzle. Fyre forced her throat to relax, a soft purr escaping her as she felt the tip of the cock-tendril slink down into her throat, nestling deep in her neck as inch after inch wormed its way inside. It was a tight fit, but not unbearably so; once again, Fyre marveled at how the pleasure demons in her family seemed to know exactly how much to push things. There was never a moment when they passed the boundaries of pleasure, always sensing what would be too much or too little.
Fyre gave a muffled groan as she felt the tendril begin to slide back and forth inside of her maw and throat, the demon taking the pleasure from her as he held her down and fucked her raw. In this position, she could do little more than lap over the embedded cock with her tongue, but her stoked lusts demanded that she give it everything she had. Every thrust of that cock inside of her throat was rewarded with a flick of her tongue along the underside, where those pseudo-phalli would be the most sensitive. She forced her lips tight along the region where her son entered her maw, creating a firm seal that Hisson was forced to fight against as he face-fucked her, increasing sensation all that much more. The dragoness could feel the contours of his dick along her lips as he penetrated her, could taste the flavor of his maleness as it flexed and undulated in ways that no normal cock could. She flexed the claws of her hands and feet, every inner fiber of her body wishing that she could do more, but also knowing that it was Hisson’s show, and that she was just along for the ride.
The second tendril, having been left to its own devices, was not about to be left out of the action. Once Fyre made her choice, Hisson artfully guided the second of his penii to a new target, one that had been untouched before now but was certainly no less appealing. That heated flesh snaked down to find the soft expanse of Fyre’s chest, her twin globes bouncing and heaving with the force of Hisson’s hips slamming into hers over and over again. With deceptive skill, the young male slipped the organ into the cleavage of the dragoness, pressing tip first into that smoothly scaled channel, then allowing several inches of his meat to push past, so that the tip of that cock emerged from the other side, pointing directly at Fyre’s chin. The puma/dragon hybrid didn’t bother with trying to force his mother’s tits together around his cock to make a tighter channel; his mother was buxom enough that even lying flat on her back like this, her tits still fought for space on her chest. Not only that, but with each gyration of his hips, those breasts bounced and rubbed against that flesh, providing a natural stroking that was much more satisfying in its own right.
It was too much for her; too much all at once, and the delicate balance that Hisson had kept her precariously perched on was suddenly shattered in an instant. Her body tensed with the coming explosion of sweet release, her claws clenching and her body fighting against her son briefly as she writhed in place, a loud muffled cry coming from her as she began to bathe Hisson's cock with her hot nectar. She was cumming for her son, brought to that plateau of pleasure and beyond, and she loved it. It was beautiful; HE was beautiful. She wanted to scream out loud, if not for the phallus deep in her throat...perhaps it was just as well, as Helena would surely hear such a cry and come to investigate. Instead, the garbled moans became whimpers, the dragoness feeling the release of pleasure rob her of even more energy as she lay pinned under her son.
Hisson gave her no time to rest and recover, however; the demon-touched puma hybrid felt the orgasm of his mother, but only acknowledged it for a moment, continuing to curl his hips to sink his rigid flesh into her honey pot as his cock-tendrils had their way with her muzzle and chest. Fyre felt the pleasure begin to rise once more, realizing that just like his father, Hisson knew how to push the envelope, to mount her exhausted body and make each climax more pleasurable than the last. It both thrilled her and scared her at the same time; just how far would her son take her? With no answer in sight, she finally abandoned the last vestiges of her conscious thoughts and gave in to the sensations entirely, her mind floating in a sea of carnal delights and blissful satisfaction...

Hisson felt the demonic power coursing through his body as he mounted his mother, the sensation just as intoxicating as the incestual act itself. It was the first time he had ever been able to tap truly into his father's heritage, and though he could control it, it was oh so tempting to just let the dark nature take hold and rule his actions completely. This was different than when he was with Helena; he loved his mother just as much as his sister, if not more so, but knowing that he was he was going to be raping his mother had just flipped a switch in him somewhere.
Only, it wasn't rape any more. Where Fyre had fought against him at the start, once he had properly subdued her and established dominance, she had gladly submitted to him and allowed him to do as he wished. The feeling of control was exhilirating, and the self-consciousness he had felt at the start had given way to complete confidence and desire. He knew part of it had to be the demonic power in him; it was like a little voice inside of him was whispering hints about what to do next, what to say and how to act, just how far to push the dragoness under him in order to get the reaction he desired. There was no second-guessing the voice; it was instinctual and all-encompassing, something that he felt to his very core. And the results were impressive indeed.
His own pleasure seemed to be linked to that of the dragoness underneath him, the thrusting into the buxom dragoness feeling quite wonderful indeed...but Hisson realized that if it weren't for the demonic force sustaining him, he probably would have climaxed and filled his mother with his seed much earlier. After Fyre's first climax, he thought the gripping of her inner walls around his cock would have sent him over the edge, but as wonderful as the feelings of her cunny walls around his dick were...even as thrilling as it was to feel her mouth and breasts surrounding his cock-tendrils...something within him resisted the siren's call to fill her then and there. Unquestioningly, he followed his instincts, keeping the dragoness pinned while he ravished her over and over, watching the loving mother who raised him from a hatchling become a limp and blissful fucktoy underneath him.
It was like his body was waiting for something; he could feel the pleasure, enjoy the sensations, but there was something holding him back. He wasn't sure what it was, like some phantom itch that he wished to scratch, but couldn't feel where it originated from. He wanted to cum in his mother, surely, and fill her with the culmination of his desires. That was the whole point of this encounter; he never would have attempted such a brazen act otherwise. And then, suddenly, something clicked into place, something that he had unknowingly been searching for all this time. He knew instantly why he had instinctively held back, why he had delayed ultimate satisfaction for so long.
"Naughty naughty," he growled to his mother as he continued to hump her senseless. "You didn't tell me you were on the pill. That just won't do. We'll have to do something about that." Hisson wasn't aware if his mother would be able to register his words on any level, but that didn't matter; it was satisfying enough to let her know that he had discovered this minor roadblock to his plans, and had a solution. He could feel the power within him begin to stir anew, a manifestation of his will, and that same power began to flow from him into his mother, originating from somewhere in the core of his ballsac and seeping through his thrusting cock to creep its way into the female's core. A coil of corruption, sent to pave the way for his seed, as the dark energies sought out the chemical traces of the birth control inside of her. Rather than eliminate them outright, the energy instead began to pervert the nature of the chemicals themselves, altering their purpose to nurture life instead of destroying it.
Hisson could sense the obstacle to his ultimate goal being removed from the vessel beneath him, the internal change taking hold and ensuring that his mother would be quite fertile indeed. The desire to breed the dragoness grew even stronger now, and at last, he could feel his own peak rising, his body answering the call to finish inside of that ripe womb and make his conquest of her complete. "There's no escape from me..." he hissed out to the captured dragoness, rutting her hard and fast with every fiber of his being before howling out loud, his body triggering into a massive climax that enveloped his form entirely. Each of the male's cocks began to surge as the potent semen that was his essence was sent gushing through each, the thick off-white goo being splattered onto his mother's red-scaled chest to smear over her tits and chin while the cock-tendril in her muzzle fed the unresisting dragoness, pumping load after load down her throat and gullet. But nowhere was it more satisfying than to feel his cum breaching the walls of Fyre's pussy and cervix, the potent swimmers being sent en masse to assault the fertile eggs that his mother still carried inside of her body. With a supernatural sense, the young male could actually feel his sperm finding their targets, the incestuous task completed as Fyre's eggs were fertilized underneath him.
Hisson kept his mother pinned underneath him as he finished inside of her, savoring the glorious feeling of release, the male having no small amount of cum to fill her with and wanting to exhaust it all. Gradually, the sensations began to subside, and with it, the dark energies that had taken hold of the puma hybrid began to retreat as well. The extra senses that his demonic heritage had gifted him with were fading into the background, leaving Hisson just as he had been before. The confidence with which he had mounted his mother also retreated somewhat, as he realized that now that the deed was done, he would soon have to face the consequences of his actions...whatever they might be. At the moment, however, Fyre seemed to be too intent on the task of recovering to care, her breathing heavy and ragged as she occasionally twitched, her body and mind trying to reset to something akin to normalcy.
The puma half-breed's tentacle cocks had retreated into nothingness shortly after Hisson started to revert back to normal, but his hands still held his mother's by the wrists and his cock was still fully embedded deep in her pussy. He wondered if perhaps he should pull out of her, as if to somehow disguise the truth of what had happened. He was still wondering this when his mother began to stir, rousing out of her sex coma. She blinked a couple times and looked to him, while he looked back at her with what he could only imagine was a guilty face. He watched her raise her head on her long neck, and he was about to pull back from her, when she suddenly lunged forward and kissed him full on the muzzle! Not only that, but the male felt the long tongue of the dragoness snaking into his mouth in a passionate display!
Surprised, but not in the least deterred, Hisson yielded to his mother's kiss and pressed his own muzzle back against hers, the two warring against each other briefly as if in a contest to see who could share their passions more. He lost track of how long they wrestled against each other, but it was Fyre who ultimately broke the kiss, gasping aloud and looking at him with eyes that seemed to gaze at him anew. She didn't try to break free from his hold on her, but just lay there, her body warm against his with his cum beginning to dry on her chest. Her gaze was...intense. Too intense for Hisson to share for very long. He released his hold on her wrists, and it was only then that his body sought to remind him of just how much energy he had exerted in mounting his mother. Feeling slightly woozy, he slid off of Fyre to come to rest at her side on the bed, his cock slipping free of her pussy in the process. As much as he felt the drain, he resisted the urge to let himself succumb to sleep, fearing what would happen while he was unaware.
He felt Fyre stirring beside him, then felt her hand cup him under the chin to softly stroke his fur there; he instinctually felt himself starting to purr, the touch nice and light. He then felt her hand begin to stroke him along his chest, petting him slowly to further deepen the enjoyable sensation. "Hisson...that was...mmmm..." he heard his mother utter in a low rumble, the tone making him tingle a little bit. It was certainly not the tone of one who was displeased. "I don't know what got into you, but..." She trailed off, and those hands of hers disappeared from his body. Hisson turned his head just in time to see his mother clutching at her body, writhing a little on the bed as her memory brought back some of the sparks, holding herself and stretching out as she basked in the glow.
Hisson watched his mother wriggle a bit on the bed, smiling as he saw the impression he had made on her. After a little while, however, Fyre's expression changed as she slowly realized just what had truly happened. Once the realization dawned, her eyes opened wide and she gasped, and all but stumbled out of bed, her limbs a little shaky as her body remembered what to do with them. "Oh no! Ropes! Hisson! You and I...oh no!" She covered her cum-spattered pussy with her hands, but it was too late and she knew it. Hisson's words came back to her in a rush, and she knew without a doubt that new life was sure to be brewing inside of her at that moment.
Seeing Fyre's near-state of panic, Hisson raised partially raised himself up off of the bed and held up a hand to Fyre in an attempt to calm her down. "Mom! Relax! It's going to be OK..."
"OK? How is any of this going to be OK?" Fyre interrupted, raising her hand to display the seed that coated her fingers, collected from the brief contact over her groin. "I should have stopped you...just imagine what your father is going to say when he gets home!"
Just then, there was a knocking at the door, followed by the sound of Helena's voice calling out from the other side. "Hisson? Mom? What's going on in there?"
Hisson stood up from the bed to walk over to the door, his hand outstretched to unlock it as he looked back to his mother. "Well, mom, if my guess is right, I think he'll say that it runs in the family..."