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", "writing": "[b]Dragon Dom[/b] \n\nLayla hummed to herself, giving the soup a gentle stir as she slid in the carrots and smiling at the aroma wafting up to her large nose. The Doe bent down to check the bread in the oven (she was always a little paranoid about the bread), and sighed in relief to find it rising and browning beautifully. The rattle of the knob on the front door announced her son returning from school just as she was standing up. She smiled and called out, “Welcome home,” without ever turning around.\n \n“Hi, Mom!” Corbin announced as he came through the door, shaking the snow from his hooves and shrugging off his thick coat to hang behind it.\n \n“Hi, Mrs. Splinterprong!” greeted another familiar voice right behind her son’s.\n \nHer stomach sank, even as her heart fluttered, and she [i]did[/i] turn around then to stare at the tall, scaly teen closing the door behind them. “Oh...hello, Elan. What are you doing here?” the doe asked hesitantly.\n \n“Can he stay over for a bit to play games?” Corbin asked his mother, explaining more-or-less everything, “We don’t have any homework this weekend.”\n \n“Thank the forgotten gods,” Elan agreed, taking off his own (much lighter) jacket as Corbin made room for him. Unwinding the scarf from around his long neck, he bent down to use it to dry his clawed feet, so as not to track water through the house. The Reptile hadn’t bothered with boots anymore than his Elk friend. Dragons were notoriously difficult to chill.\n \nThe Doe swallowed the first answer that came to her lips. “Oh, that will be fine,” she told herself as much as them. “You two can play upstairs until your father gets home,” she suggested, checking the clock beside the kitchen door.\n \n“Thanks, Mom,” Corbin smiled, trotting into the kitchen briefly to give her their traditional kiss on the cheek before heading for the stairs.\n \nElan flashed a bright smile and added, “Thanks, Mrs. Splinterprong. I’ll leave before dinner,” then followed his friend to his room.\n \nLayla just nodded, turning back to the stove to finish adding the rest of the vegetables. The bread finished baking, and she turned the oven down low, just enough to keep it warm. She finished stirring the soup until the vegetables were well mixed with the meat, and both would cook through thoroughly, and turned the stove down to a similar temperature. Then she sliced an apple and poured some banana-chips into a small bowl and placed them both on a tray. Adding two cans of soda to the tray, Layla carried it carefully up the stairs.\n \nThere was a cold knot in her stomach, but her heart was pounding excitedly. She would never understand this. How long had this been going on? How had it even started? She couldn’t quite remember anymore, and wouldn’t be comforted even if she could, so didn’t bother trying.\n \nThe latch on Corbin’s door was a little out of alignment, making it difficult to close properly. As usual, the boys hadn’t even tried, and the door stood loosely open. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about dropping the tray trying to get it open. But they weren’t playing games anymore. She could already smell it. The scent was faint, just wafting through the door, but already thick enough to detect in the hall. Her heart fluttered in her chest before she even leaned her shoulder against the door...\n \nElan was sitting on the edge of Corbin’s bed, leaning back and smiling contentedly with his fly open, while her son’s face bobbed up and down slowly on his lap. Their game had been left at the summary screen for their last match, completely forgotten. “Heh...your horns are so cute,” Elan chuckled, taking a light grip on one of Corbin’s small antlers, and the Elk just grinned and kept sucking.\n \nIt was only then that the pair noticed her. “I, uh...,” Layla swallowed hard, rocking her head as if she’d actually forgotten what she was doing...and to a degree, she had. The scent was intoxicating, and so thick in here that she could practically [i]see[/i] it, wafting in light, warm clouds around Elan...\n \nHolding the tray out the pair, the Doe cleared her throat and tried again. “It’ll be a little while before dinner, still,” Layla explained uneasily, watching her son still slowly bobbing his head even as he gave her a curious look, “So...I thought you might like a snack.”\n \nElan flashed an appreciative smile, leaning forward a little to hold Corbin’s face down firm against his crotch. “Thanks, Mrs. Splinterprong, but uh...he’s kind of already having one,” the Dragon chuckled, patting the smaller Elk between the antlers. “Want to share?”\n \nLayla nearly dropped the tray, just managing to turn enough to set it on top of her son’s dresser before getting down on her knees beside the bed. Elan leaned back again as she rested one hand on his knee, giving Corbin space to straighten up. The younger Elk made a show of slurping all the way to the tip, then swallowing whatever taste he had in his mouth with a smile, before scooting aside to make room for his mother. “Too hungry to wait for dinner, huh?” he chided her as she leaned in, careful not to hit her face on his antlers.\n \nShe was. This aroma...[i]Elan’s[/i] aroma...made her ravenous in a way no amount of food would ever sate. It was shameful how much she craved it, and the activities which produced it. Sometimes she thought it smelled a bit like cedar, and sometimes more like cinnamon. It was a warm, almost prickly smell, and her nose could not take in enough of it. She opened her mouth to help gather more, and stuffed it down over the Dragon’s dark-blue dick.\n \nLayla’s thoughts became foggy, consumed with lust lightly tinged with shame. It went without saying that she should not be doing this, going down on her son’s friend while the two of them quietly made out above her...and this wasn’t even the worst to come. They’d done this to her more than once over the last three years...or rather, she’d allowed them to do this, dominating her like some horny school-girl with little brains and less experience. It had come to the point that she expected it pretty much any time her son brought the Dragon over for an afternoon. She [i]should[/i] be ashamed. And yet...\n \nShe barely registered the tap of a claw on her forehead, nuzzling her nose down firmly against Elan’s crotch and gently sucking as she dragged the full length of him across the flat of her tongue. He just smelled (and tasted) [i]so fucking delicious[/i]...the teenager had to press his palm against her face to stop her from going down on him again. “That’s real nice, Mrs. Splinterprong...but you know a blow never really does it for me,” the Dragon smiled apologetically.\n \nLayla breathed deeply of his lust-inducing scent, stronger here in the crease of his groin than in nearly any other part of him, and nodded her head in understanding. Salivating as she let him slide from her mouth, the Doe leaned back to unzip her pants, and then forward to push the loosened waist down from her hips to bunch up around her knees. Crawling forward to the edge of the bed, she obligingly bend herself over it, receiving another whiff of the intoxicating scent as it wafted from his tail. “Will this do?” she asked quietly.\n \nA gentle pat on her bare bottom sent an erotic shiver through her, and her tail lifted itself almost involuntarily. “That’ll be great,” Elan assured her, pushing his pants down around his ankles as he stood up, then stepping out of them. Sitting on the bed, Corbin leaned back and lifted his hips to get his own pants out from under him, kicking them off and tossing them into the hamper in the corner of the room. “Your mom likes tasty things,” the Dragon now kneeling behind her remarked off-handedly, “Give her something to suck while you’re still clean.”\n \nThe poor Doe didn’t even have enough will left to look reluctant as her own son spread his legs around her face and smiled fondly down at her. Layla opened her mouth with a needy sigh, reaching for him and eagerly sucking him through her lips. “Ahhh...thanks, Mom,” the younger Elk sighed blissfully. Layla just whimpered with relief as she felt Elan’s exotic, nub-studded dick gently invade her. The little elongated nubs laid tight and smooth against his shaft on the way in, letting him penetrate deep inside her with just a pleasant sort of tingle. They opened and spread on the way back out, widening his girth to fill her completely and dragging along her walls. At least three of them scrapped across her G-spot on the way back out, nearly prompting her to shriek around the mouthful of her son’s dick.\n \n“Oh wow,” Elan sighed, bending forward to hug her tight around the waist as he began humping her in earnest, “I love this how this thick pussy of yours clings to me. Clench it, Layla,” he begged. The Doe whimpered again, squeezing as tight around those nubs as she could while they plowed into her, driving her nose in hard against her son’s stomach, while Corbin hugged her head to his crotch. Elan only ever called her by her first name when they had her under their power like this. She’d come to hear it as a kind of declaration: she wasn’t the authority here anymore. He was. And he would use her as he pleased, and she would delight in it, until exhaustion overpowered even his scent in her nose.\n \nLayla groaned, opening her mouth wide to prevent biting her poor son, as the first orgasm rolled through her. The Dragon chuckled, patting her bare bottom in a congratulatory fashion. “That was quick. Been a little pent up?” he chuckled.\n \nShe had not. Her husband was very good to her, and she loved him very much. They weren’t as aggressively sexual as they had been seventeen years ago, for obvious reasons, but they took time every month, at a minimum, to strip down and get frisky together while Corbin was out with friends or participating with his soccer team. She was just never as quick to climax as when under the power of Elan’s scent.\n \nThe Dragon plowed into her a couple more times, adding pressure to each thrust, then paused and straightened his back, rubbing hers just above her tail thoughtfully. “You’re a little [i]too[/i] slick now,” he snickered, bumping his hips against her rump just to prove how easily he slid through her now. Pulling out entirely, he turned to seat himself on the bed. “Why don’t you finish him up while you calm down? Then get up here and I’ll try again,” he patted the bed next to him.\n \nLayla nodded submissively, lovingly running her tongue around the sensitive flesh in her mouth, and resumed gently sucking her son. He wasn’t quite as delicious as Elan, but sweet in his own right, and her tongue played over his skin and the thickening head. Above her, Elan leaned over to engage the Elk in a firm kiss, humming affectionately as his serpentine tongue invaded the other male’s mouth nearly far enough to reach down his throat. Corbin’s breath started coming hard, and his legs squirmed with the effort of resisting the urge to buck against his mom’s face. He pulled back with a gasp as he teetered on the verge, and Elan brushed a couple of fingers up the underside of the Elk’s tail.\n \nLayla dutifully swallowed every spurt that streamed into her mouth. Sometimes they asked to get it on her face, but she didn’t really have the time to clean up that kind of mess before her husband got home. Not if Elan still intended to have his usual way with her...\n \n“Your o-face is so cute,” the Dragon grinned, giving one more kiss to Corbin’s blushing cheek while the Elk caught his breath, “Alright, stud, give your mom a nice rub, as thanks while she helps me show mine.”\n \n“Yeah,” Corbin agreed in a dreamy sigh. Layla couldn’t be entirely certain her son had actually heard his instructions, but he stretched out on the bed with his back against the wall, waiting for her to take up the bulk of the space.\n \nThe Doe got to her hooves, stepping out of her pants completely, and spent a moment unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking her bra. With both of those draped over the footboard, she stretched out on her side on the small bed, with her back snug against her son’s chest. Corbin began to rub her shoulders and upper back. Layla had to hang her knees off the edge of the bed as she crossed them, then reached back to lightly lift the back of one thigh, opening the thick lips of her vagina to the waiting Dragon.\n \nElan got his tip nested against her entrance and leaned over her hips, preparing to make the plunge...and paused. “Are you alright?” he asked gently, “You’re not enjoying this as much as usual?”\n \nShe blinked at him, pleading with her eyes for him not to make her answer that. But he was looking at her with pure genuine concern, and clearly would satisfy the ache between her legs until she satisfied him with an answer. Layla buried her face in the pillow beneath her head. “Nooo,” she whined honestly, “I’m a terrible woman, and a terrible mother! And in less than an hour Finn is going to come home, and I don’t know what I’m going to do if he catches you still balls-deep inside me. And being fondled by my son, no less!” Taking a deep breath to try to calm herself, she pulled the cedery scent pervading the room deep into her lungs...and her heart, and her brain, or so it felt. “But I want you balls-deep in me so bad,” she added with a resigned sigh, clenching her entrance around what little of his dick was inside her as best she could, “I’ll risk all that. So humiliate me as you will. Let my son have his way with me. I’m a lost cause already, or I wouldn’t [i]be[/i] here, dying to let you fuck me.”\n \nCorbin blinked. His mom never used language like that, even when they were having sex. She was clearly upset. Elan...seemed relieved, actually. “Oh, is that it? You’re worried Mr. Splinterprong will be mad?” the Dragon smiled reassuringly, “Alright. Let’s ask him, then.”\n \nBoth of the Elks in front of him stared at him blankly, as if he’d told the first part of a joke and they were still waiting for the punchline to be delivered. When it seemed clear to the Dragon that they weren’t taking him seriously, he shrugged. “I’ll stay for dinner after all. Since I’m the one he should be mad at, if he’s going to get mad, I should be the one to ask, too. Don’t worry about it,” he assured the Doe, patting the back of her thigh. His smile turned sly, then, as he added, “But...you have to tell my parents where I am. They’ll be mad if I miss dinner without permission.” Patting the other Elk’s thigh, he ordered, “Corbin, get your mom’s phone for her.”\n \nWith a delightful grin, as if this was the best plan he’d ever heard anyone come up with, Corbin scooted out from behind his mother and fished her cell phone out of the pocket of her pants, handing it to her with a hopeful look. Layla...couldn’t quite believe what she was doing as she pressed the button to dial Elan’s mother.\n \n“Hello?” came the pleasant greeting from the other end.\n \n“Hello, Mrs. Silentt[i]ooth[/i]?!” Layla squeaked, covering her mouth quickly in her surprise as Elan sank into her. The Dragon put a finger over his lips with a wink...and continued riding her. Slowly, so as not to jostle her and make another hitch in her voice, but deeply. “S-sorry,” Layla quick apologized into the phone, “Nearly dropped my glass. This is Mrs. Splinterprong.”\n \n“Goodness, be careful!” Mrs. Silenttooth sympathized, “What can I do for you? Elan’s over there, isn’t he? ...He’s not making trouble, is he?”\n \n“Not at all,” Layla quickly denied, swallowing both her shame for the dishonesty and her growing arousal at the nubs kneading her insides with each gentle thrust, “He and Corbin have been playing games and...having a lot of fun this afternoon,” the Doe explained as quickly as she could without sounding suspicious to herself, “So we were wondering if Elan could stay for dinner with us...and maybe a little after.”\n \n“Oh, sure!” Mrs. Silenttooth agreed happily, “We’re glad he has such a nice friend as Corbin. Just tell him to be sure to come home before he wears out his welcome.”\n \n“Absolutely,” Layla agreed, trying to keep the whimper out of her voice, “Thank you. Good bye.”\n \n“Have a nice day,” came the answering farewell, and the line clicked mercifully to silence.\n \nLayla laid her head down and groaned aloud, hooking her hooves behind the hips now thrusting firmly into her like they were trying to push her up the bed. Elan was smiling like he’d just won a prize. “You should get dressed,” he suggested, still humping the back of her thighs forcefully, “So you can be ready when Mr. Splinterprong gets home.”\n \nThe Doe groaned, tightening the clench of her walls as much as she could stand. “Finish first. I want your cream,” she begged, now fully and hopelessly under the spell of his scent. It always got stronger when he was aroused...and something now had him even more turned on than he’d been since he arrived.\n \n“Heh...then get dressed,” he repeated, “And I’ll fill your pie...on the kitchen table.”\n \nCorbin’s dick jumped back to attention. Layla moaned, and a tremble ran through her whole body, as the second orgasm of the afternoon rocked her hips and squeezed her heart. She was a little shocked to feel the Dragon withdraw while she was still in the throes of it. “W-wait!” she protested through panted breaths, “You still...haven’t...had yours...”\n \nFinding his pants on the floor, Elan began pulling the legs over his clawed feet. “I’ll live,” he promised as he got them up around his hips and zipped the fly over his hard, wet, delicious boner, “Besides, if Mr. Splinterprong [i]does[/i] say it’s okay, I’m going to screw you two unconscious anyway,” he added with a smile, earning a hopeful look from Corbin...\n \n“Welcome home, dear,” Layla greeted her husband at the door not half an hour later.\n \n“Hi, honey,” he answered her with a kiss after ducking his antlers through the door, “How was your day? And what is that enticing aroma?” the large Elk asked curiously, nose twitching in the direction of the kitchen, “Did you make cinnamon rolls for dessert?”\n \nLayla shook her head, tugging his sleeve gently. “No. But dinner is ready, so come and eat. We have a guest today.”\n \nFinn tilted his head a little at that, but quickly shrugged off his coat and hung it on its usual peg above his briefcase, then followed his wife into the kitchen. “Well this is a surprise,” he chuckled when he saw the two teenagers already sitting at the table, “You’re usually gone before I get home.”\n \nElan nodded, smiling brightly. “Yeah, but I wanted to stay for dinner tonight. Is that alright?”\n \n“Please, Dad?” Corbin chimed in, “There’s something we need to talk about.”\n \n“Corbin,” Layla interrupted, “That’s for Elan to tell him. You mind your manners, and stay out of it.” Frankly, she was still hoping Elan would forgo this lunacy, and at least let her live quietly with her shame instead of announcing it to her husband.\n \nFinn quirked a brow, both at the warning and his wife’s sharp reaction to it. By the look in his eye, his wife could tell he wasn’t quite sure what to make the situation...and was probably wondering if their son might be trying to “come out” openly at last. Maybe he wanted Elan around for reassurance? “That’s fine,” the large Elk nodded at last, taking his seat at the table while Layla ladled out four bowls of soup, “But let’s eat dinner first, before any serious talks. Mmm...and seriously, what is that peculiar smell?” he asked again, nose twitching as the scent got notably stronger in the kitchen. The more he breathed it the more deeply he seemed to need to breathe it. Layla could all but watch the effect take hold of him, widening his eyes and drawing them first to her shapely hips and then...back to Elan, peculiarly.\n \n“Oh, sorry Mr. Splinterprong,” Elan raised his hand with a sheepish grin, “That would be me. My deodorant wore off a while ago, and I haven’t had my second shower yet. If it’s too much, I’ll go wipe down, if you want.”\n \nThe image of the younger male running a washcloth all over his naked body in their bathroom flashed through the Doe’s mind unbidden, and she had to take pains to concentrate on slicing the bread evenly. Her husband also shook his head quickly. “No no, that’s alright. It’s just...a little odd, if you’ll forgive my saying so.”\n \nElan just smiled again, and nodded, as Layla laid a bowl in front and thick slice of fresh bread in front of each of them. Normally this is about the time their family would start talking about the day. Layla would ask how Finn’s work went, and Finn would ask if there was any trouble around the house, and if Corbin was looking forward to his next game. Today, though, there was a tense sort of quiet around the table, broken only by the contented slurp of their spoons delivering soup to their lips, and the soft crunch of the bread between their teeth. Her husband looked increasingly distracted by something, eyes darting from Elan to her and back as his nose quivered, pulling in more and more of the aphroditic scent.\n \n“You’ve got a really impressive rack there,” the Dragon complimented, pointing his spoon at Finn’s antlers once their bowls were near to empty.\n \n“Ah...yes, thank you,” Finn responded distractedly, “The family’s sort of known for having at least ten points each.” He rubbed a hand across his brow, just below the aforementioned antlers, as if he could rub the bizarre scent and even more bizarre thoughts out of his head.\n \nElan gave an appreciative whistle. “Nice. I like horns,” the Dragon offered, running one hand over the smooth curve of the two spikes arching over his own skull, much smaller and simpler than any deer’s but elegant in their own way, “I wish mine had grown a bit longer, but Dad says our family’s pride is our tails.” He chuckled, wrapping his own long tail around the legs of his chair to within reach of Corbin’s ankle, which he rubbed with the tip.\n \nFinn shook his head, probably more against the increasingly inappropriate excitement in him than at anything the younger male had said. “No, you’ve got...perfectly lovely horns,” he insisted, finally putting down his spoon and clearing his throat, “Now, what was it you wanted to talk about?” His expression was patient, but stoic. He wanted to be done with this talk already, and Layla could easily guess why. If he didn’t fully realize the source of his want quite yet, he was surely aching to take her to their bedroom to relieve the growing need for physical touch as quickly as possible.\n \n“Oh yeah,” Elan remarked, as if he’d almost forgotten the reason he’d stayed for dinner, “I wanted to ask you: would you be mad if Mrs. Splinterprong and I had sex?”\n \nAll three of the Elks turned to stare at him in open shock. Even Corbin had apparently expected him to be a little more...elegant...in broaching the subject. “Elan...what...are you serious?” Finn asked disbelievingly, tilting his head with a hard look at the young Dragon, “Is that...really a question?”\n \nElan winced a little at the reaction. “Oo, well, I’ve actually been doing Layla from time to time for the last couple of years. Ever since she caught me and Corbin at it one afternoon. I know I should have asked then, if I was going to at all, but it’s really been bothering her conscience. So I figured late might still be better than never.”\n \nFinn was massaging both sides of his head now, apparently fighting a sudden headache. Layla just covered her face with both hands, shaking her head in dismay. This was even worse than she had expected, aside from lacking the fury she’d expected from her husband. Corbin seemed to be restraining a fit of laughter. At last Finn answered slowly, “That is...very...[i]extremely[/i] rude...to do to a man’s family...without even inviting him.”\n \nLayla looked nearly as shocked at her husband as she had at the Dragon, but Elan just flashed a sly smile. “Oooh. So it would be okay if we asked you to join us?” Pushing back from the table, Elan got to his feet and paced around to stand beside Finn’s chair. “I have a suggestion, then,” he declared, gently taking the Elk’s tie in his hand and using it to pull the larger male forward into a soft kiss. “Let’s continue this talk in your room. We have a lot of making up to do.”\n \n“...Yeah,” her husband sighed, sounding a lot like their son after an orgasm, and Layla knew then that he was every bit as susceptible to the Dragon’s scent as she was...and thus, every bit as agreeable to what was about to be done.\n \nPulling the tie gently like a leash, Elan began leading Finn toward the stairs, giving a warm smile over his shoulder. “Come on, Corbin,” he called invitingly, “Bring your mom.”\n \nThe youngest Elk couldn’t contain himself anymore, and started laughing out loud. “Dude, you have [i]no[/i] tact.” But he did get to his feet and offer his hand to his mother expectantly. Layla took it, and dutifully followed her son up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her as she was the last one in.\n \n“Okay. Confession time,” Elan grinned, pulling Corbin forward for a brief kiss before he continued, “I’m not actually into butts, but I don’t mind a dick up mine, and I really want everyone on the same page with no hard feelings. So we’re going to spread the love around as many directions as we can,” he smiled at Finn, still being held by his tie like a dog on a leash, before reaching up and starting to undo the knot for him. “I’m going to start by pounding Layla’s pretty pussy as promised, since I’ve been kind of hard for a while now, while you and Corbin decide who’s on bottom and have your first go. Then you’re going to suck me clean before I take you for a ride. Corbin, make sure your mom’s satisfied before you plug her, understand?”\n \nA lustful shudder ran down the young Elk’s spine as he reached over to help her undress, too. “Fuck, I love it when you talk like that...”\n \nLayla, blushing to roses, watched silently as her husband was stripped by the young Dragon...and the way he watched, with burning bedroom-eyes, as their son disrobed her in turn, paying absolutely no heed to where his hands went. Once her bra was off, Corbin even deliberately gave her a rub underneath her breasts, to sooth the crease where the wire sat under them, and spread them pleasingly before pushing her in the direction of the bed.\n \nAfter his shirt was unbuttoned and dropped behind his shoulders, Elan had a little trouble getting Finn’s business slacks open to finish undressing him. The Dragon gave an appreciative whistle to the bulge that was making the belt and button so tight, but made no other remark on it...even when he finally succeeded, and the intimidating rod sprang out of the confining underwear like a spear-trap in a video game. Reaching between the Elk’s legs, Elan gave his sac a brief fondle and a light scratch, relieving the pressure of being cramped up in the tight underwear all day, before he pushed the pants down around Finn’s hooves and patted his rump firmly to move him toward the bed as well.\n \nCorbin had already pulled his shirt off (after a brief struggle to get it over his antlers), and was just fumbling with the button of his own pants when Elan hooked a hand into the waist and pulled him in for a longer, much hotter kiss while his parents watched from the bed. “Hey, we still haven’t told your dad the rules for the room. He’s got to agree before we get down to it, remember?”\n \nThe young Elk laughed again. “Didn’t we need to explain that [i]before[/i] he got naked?” Rolling his eyes, Corbin turned to lean his back against the Dragon’s chest, letting Elan run appreciative hands over his bare chest and belly shamelessly while he explained to his dad, “Elan rules the bedroom. What he says goes. I’m in charge of anyone he’s not handling, especially when he’s not here. But only if they’re naked.”\n \nGiving a sly smile from over Corbin’s shoulder, Elan unzipped the Elk’s fly and opened them to show his hard and eager dick to his parents. “...Any questions?”\n \nFinn, sitting on the edge of the bed and lightly playing with himself, seemed to have just enough wits left in him to ask a pertinent one: “When you’re not here? You mean...”\n \nGetting down on his knees as he pushed Corbin’s pants down around his ankles, Elan continued to smile from beside the Elk’s hips. “It means don’t let him see you naked when I’m not around, or he gets to do whatever he likes. Simple enough. If you disobey, I will make you sniff my pits the next time I’m over, and you will [i]not[/i] be naked or allowed to touch yourself.”\n \nFinn gnashed his teeth, some deep part of him balking at even the [i]chance[/i] of being made to submit to his own son...but the thick, heady scent already filling the room screamed its own warning that the penalty would be almost unbearable. He was already aching, not for his wife, laying shamelessly on the bed beside him and openly playing with herself, but for the dick still hidden away in the Dragon’s pants. He wanted it in him, whether in his mouth or anywhere else. Being denied it entirely would be nothing short of torture.\n \nLayla simply shook her head and bucked her hips, waiting impatiently for the filling she’d been promised. She’d heard all this before. Elan had made it [i]very[/i] clear the first time the teens had taken her, and she’d never challenged it. Needless to say, she’d never let her son catch her naked when Elan wasn’t in the house anyway, so she couldn’t say how stringent Corbin would be about that rule...but she agreed with her husband’s unspoken thoughts, and knew if it ever happened, she would obey...\n \n“If you agree to those conditions,” Elan continued when it seemed Finn had nothing else to ask, “Get down and kiss your son’s dick. Otherwise, I need to leave...like, right now.” The Dragon’s smile turned sheepish at that, almost apologetic, like he wasn’t entirely sure how he’d handle it if he was actually refused at this point, but was sure it would be awkward as hell. Placing both hands on Corbin’s tush, he pushed the young Elk in his father’s direction.\n \n“Aww,” Corbin whined, giving a slightly betrayed look over his shoulder as he stepped up in front of his dad, “I wanted to undress you, too.”\n \n“Better hope your dad agrees, then,” the Dragon chuckled, already stretching the neck of his shirt wide enough to get it over his horns as he tipped his head back, “So there can be a ‘next time’ for you to strip me.”\n \nCorbin chuckled, not seeming the least worried...and possibly because Finn had already scooted off the bed onto his knees in the floor. Taking care to keep his broad antlers around either side of Corbin, the Elk leaned in to press his lips gently against the underside of Corbin’s dick. It was nowhere near as long as his father’s yet, but nearly as thick, and Corbin liked to think it made for a nice, full stuffing for his partner...even if Elan and his mother were the only two who could have an outside opinion of that. “Okay, Dad,” the teenager patted the forehead between his father’s antlers, “You heard him. If you want to fuck his ass—”\n \n“Mind your mouth, son,” Finn frowned reflexively, “We don’t talk that in—”\n \nCorbin pressed a finger over his lips, grinning like he’d just pulled a great prank. “We do in [i]this room[/i]. In charge, remember? And for that, you’re on bottom,” the teenager winked at his dad’s stunned look, “Now up on your back, just like Mom.”\n \nLayla was, in fact, laying on her back with legs spread and shivering despite the room having grown quite a bit warmer than any other in the house. Elan, having finally finished getting undressed, was just crawling between her knees, and leaned down to give her a hot kiss on the lips. She let him push his tongue into her mouth, though she was whimpering with the need for him to shove something else into a very different part of her, and a little uncomfortable with the sheer, literal heat of his breath. All this teasing, and especially the power-play they’d just pulled on Corbin’s dad, had the Dragon well and truly excited now, fanning the flames deep in his chest in more ways than one. “Feeling better now?” he asked as he slipped his tip through her entrance, teasing the thick labia with the first set of nubs.\n \nThe Doe shivered again. “I don’t know,” she confessed, “It feels...almost like it will be worse, come tomorrow.” She hooked her heels behind his hips, barely restraining the urge to pull him into her herself. Elan always took his own time and pace, and would “punish” her if she tried to change that. The first time, he’d made her lick Corbin’s tail-hole...and Corbin had further added to her humiliation by asking to do the same to hers. She’d even liked it. “But I feel safe now,” she assured him, “He knows now, and won’t be angry with me tomorrow...or at least not much. Thank you.”\n \n“Heh, that’s the best I can do for you,” Elan shrugged, “You’ll just have to deal with the rest.” Without further warning, he plunged into her. Hard. He’d been hard and throbbing from their [i]first[/i] session in Corbin’s room, and had no intention of holding back any more until he’d gotten some relief. He’d probably stop if Layla said it was hurting her...but he’d only ever gone that hard once, and it took more effort than was actually pleasant for him. She was fine with this, clinging to him with arms and legs and even her inner walls as tight as she could. Each deep thrust drove a gasp or aroused grunt from her, and each swift pull sent a shock through her nethers all the way to her throat, making Layla sound a little like a poorly played violin.\n \nHer husband was only a little quieter, softly grunting and groaning with his ankles hooked over their son’s shoulders and Corbin hugging his thighs as he bucked against his dad’s butt. The younger Elk had at least been patient enough to lube himself up with the bottle his parents keep discreetly wrapped in a cloth under their bed, but was otherwise showing about as much restraint as Elan as his rode his father’s tail-hole. Although the aphroditic effects of Elan’s scent filling his lungs could excuse quite a bit of it, the raw enthusiasm with which Corbin went at his father suggested he might have enjoyed this even without Elan’s coaxing. The larger Elk enduring his stuffing wasn’t discouraging in the least, making pleasured sounds with each firm thrust and beginning to sling strings of pre-cum from the glistening tip of his waving dick. “Don’t come...before me,” Corbin panted in warning, “Gonna want...all that...for him...”\n \nFinn gnashed his teeth, and clenched up tight against the building pressure in his loins. It was made even more difficult when Layla suddenly tense up beside him, moaning in open pleasure as her orgasm overtook her...and then even louder when Elan seized up inside her. The long nubs of his dick flared out wide, nearly as hard as his dick, locking him in place while he climaxed. As his seed poured into her in a stream of pleasure, Elan sighed a long, hot exhale, taking care to keep his breath aimed at the headboard and well clear of her face. He had to be particularly careful of his breath during his orgasm, or he’d set something on fire. His parent’s room was heat-shielding to allow for it, and his own room had been similarly treated as a precaution, but that wasn’t the case in practically any other house. “Oooh, fucking finally,” he groaned when he could inhale again, flopping on top of the equally breathless Doe and pillowing his head on her breasts as they cooled back down and waited for him to unlock.\n \nThe sound of their climax pulled Corbin into his own. He pushed deep under his father’s fail, bending over the strong thighs laid against his chest, and groaned aloud as he pulsed inside the tight confines of this virgin tail-hole. Finn panted with mouth open and his own cock twitching, clearly close to his own climax and struggling, per his son’s instructions, to save it for the next round. Elan chuckled at their efforts, cute but unnecessary.\n \n“Alright, stud,” the Dragon grinned, swatting Corbin’s rump playfully to get his attention, “Clear out and make room for your dad to breathe a little. He’s got a job to do now.” With a knowing chuckle, Corbin pulled out, letting his dad’s legs hang off the edge of the bed again and leaving his rock-hard erection standing straight up like a flagpole. With a bit of effort, and working some muscles most species didn’t even [i]have[/i], Elan pulled in the nubs lining his dick just enough to comfortably withdraw from Layla...after which they immediately sprang back to full attention, or nearly so. The Dragon crawled over then to sit astride Finn’s chest, resting the glistening tip on the (slightly) larger male’s chin while the Elk continued to catch his breath, and Corbin crawled onto the bed to straddle his mother’s belly and enjoy a breathy kiss or three.\n \n“Hehe...did you enjoy that?” the Dragon asked with a smug grin, lightly tracing down the underside of one large antler with his finger, “He’s a pretty good ride, isn’t he?”\n \n“Y-yeah,” the breathless Elk nodded, incidentally kissing the semi-erect rod beneath his lips as he did so. Once more, some part of him said that was not the answer he should be giving, whether it was honest or not...but that part was being hopelessly drowned by the overpowering scent whose source was not sitting closer to his nose than ever before.\n \n“Just wait until you taste him,” Elan licked his lips, as though savoring a memory, then smiled down at the male under him again. “You already enjoy your wife’s taste, right? Don’t panic now,” he warned, taking a controlling grip on the Finn’s wide antlers and holding him steady, “They’ll lay down as it goes in. And they’re nice and smooth, so you won’t get scratched on the way back or anything,” he promised the (understandably nervous) Elk. Leaning forward to brace himself on those antlers, and pinning his partner’s head down with his weight in the process, Elan adjusted the angle of his hips to carefully slide his dick into Finn’s throat. “Mind those teeth,” he chuckled, “And don’t try too hard. It’s not a blow-job; you’re just getting the juice off. I don’t think I’ve [i]ever[/i] come from sucking, though Corbin gave it his best shot.”\n \n“Still disappointed about that,” the younger Elk muttered as he turned around and pushed his own face between his mother’s thighs. Kissing her gleaming vulva, he pressed his lips firmly against the thick ring and then just as firmly thrust his broad tongue inside, gathering up as much of Elan’s milk as he could reach. Layla moaned, hugging the knees on either side of her head, and tried to keep her face turned a little aside from the heavy balls and dick waving over her nose. No sooner had her son taken that first lick, though, than he pushed up to look at her between his own legs. “Do that thing I like, Mom. Please?”\n \nThis time she groaned in shame as much as pleasure...but obediently reached up to gently spread the cheeks beneath her son’s tail. He lifted it, and adjusted his hips to the best angle he could give her, before burying his nose and tongue in her sweet sex again...and cooing with delight as Layla’s tongue tenderly pushed through the tight rim of his tail-hole in imitation.\n \nElan paused with his balls hanging against Finn’s chin, feeling the Elk struggle to stay comfortable with the oddly nubbed dick in his mouth. “Now, take a deep breath through the nose,” Elan encouraged, “And the rest of the night will go just great for you. I promise.”\n \nFinn obeyed, drawing a deep, deep breath with his nostrils right up against the Dragon’s base. The act of breathing, from this location, was every bit as stimulating as thrusting...and before he could take a second, the Elk’s dick began twitching uncontrollably, shooting streams of warm pleasure onto Elan’s back and tail. The Dragon just smiled and teased Finn’s clenching base with the tip of his sinewy tail. “Had a feeling that would happen. Don’t worry: you won’t go soft before you get your reward. Now suck gently, and put that tongue to work.”\n \nWhile her husband dutifully set to licking her honey off of the Dragon, Layla squealed softly into her son’s bottom, thrusting her tongue deep and squeezing her thighs around either side of his head. “Gods forgotten, Mom,” the younger male chuckled as he pulled his muzzle back out of her entrance, “You sure are easy.” Reluctantly pulling away from her face while she was still in the throes of her latest climax, Corbin turned around again and rolled her onto her side, facing toward the other pair of males. She breathlessly watched her husband suck the teenage Dragon like a favorite drink, while her son lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and pressed his renewed erection warningly against her back-door. “This one will take you a bit longer, won’t it?” Corbin grinned, easing into her tail-hole. Layla took a deep breath, tried to relax and open up for him, and gave her husband a sympathetic lick on the cheek.\n \n“Mm, that’s good,” Elan praised, shifting back to take his weight off Finn’s antlers as his nubs began to lay back down and he could clearly feel the texture of the tongue bathing him again. Chuckling at Layla’s little display of affection, the Dragon carefully withdrew and pushed the gorgeous set of antlers to one side, turning Finn’s head toward her. “Why don’t you two share a moment together, while Corbin and I ride you. I think she’s wanted it for a while.”\n \nFinn found Layla’s lips with his, and the two shared a kiss with tongues entangled (neverminding where hers had recently been). Behind him, Elan used his dextrous tail to line Finn’s still-strong erection up between his cheeks. A little lube might have been preferable, but the Elks were enjoying a tender moment that Elan didn’t want to interrupt, and the milk still eking from his tip should serve well enough for this. Between the novelty of the situation, and Elan’s intoxicating scent, the Dragon doubted it would be a long ride.\n \nTaking a deep breath and gritting his own teeth for a change, Elan eased back and down, sliding the thick dick through his own back-door. “Oh wow,” he sighed as he got down near the base, “This is what Corbin’s going to turn into? I’m going to need more practice.”\n \nLayla squeaked as her son gave her rump an extra-hard thrust, spurred on by the quiet praise. Elan began carefully bobbing up and down on the pole in his tail-hole. As he began to grow comfortable with the girth, he trailed his finger through the line of thicker fur running all the way from between Finn’s pectorals to the circle around his base and even behind his sac. “Fuck, Finn, why do mammals get all the sexiest features? Huge horns, happy trails...all I get is a nubby penis.”\n \nLayla squeaked again, breaking her kiss with Finn for fear of biting one of their tongues. “Please stop,” the Doe begged both her son and the Dragon riding her husband, “Those nubs...are amazing...”\n \n“And your scales are sleek, and sexy, and your horns make great handles,” Corbin groaned, grinding his crotch against his mother’s ass as the dirty talk coaxed him close to a climax...but not quite far enough.\n \nSeeing his struggles, Elan grinned a toothy grin. “Not as sexy as you in a skirt,” Elan countered, dropping a little more firmly onto Finn’s base, “Now that everyone’s in on it, I’m going to make you wear that again. You kept it, like I told you to, right?”\n \n“[i]Yyeesss[/i],” Corbin cried in answer as he unloaded at last, filling his mother’s back-door and stretching her leg to a frankly uncomfortable angle. Layla winced and gasped as she pushed back against him, and Finn groaned aloud for very different reasons...\n \nElan stopped bouncing, just holding still and grimacing a little against the strain beneath his tail. “Augh...that’s...ugh...I was [i]not[/i]...ready for...the pressure!” he admitted, jerking just a little at each strong pulse in his posterior. He was quick to lift himself off of it once the twitching subsided, tenderly holding himself open to relax and close at a comfortable pace. “No more full-length rides for you until I’ve had a better stretch,” warned in an apologetic tone, laying his cheek down on the Elk’s heaving chest for a quick breather of his own.\n \nCorbin licked his lips, eying his friend with head down and tail still raised cautiously in the air, and carefully pulled out of his mother, leaving her with a relieved sigh. Crawling over behind Elan’s hips, though, the Dragon quickly pulled away from the attempted touch, rolling onto his side near the edge of the bed. “Huh-uh,” Elan shook his head, “Sorry. I was going to let you have your favorite position, but now it’s all sore. You’ll have to settle for getting fucked instead,” the Dragon patted the little space between him and Finn.\n \nThe younger Elk grinned, still crouching across his father’s legs. “Even though you don’t like tail-holes?” he asked.\n \n“I don’t like vegetables, either,” Elan smirked, “But I still eat them. Besides, I can make an exception for my best friend, can’t I?”\n \nCorbin squirmed into place excitedly, feeling all fuzzy and flattered as Elan hooked an arm under his leg and spread him into roughly the same position he’d just taken his mother in. Layla, finally free of both teenagers and beginning to overcome Elan’s scent through sheer exhaustion, snuggled up to her husband’s side for a softer, more personal kiss on the lips. “You can still go full-depth in me,” she promised quietly, “I can finally hold you again without the guilt of a secret in my back pocket.” She kissed his neck and his chest, then his cheek and his lips again. “Please say you will. I’ve been so—”\n \n“Come here,” Finn interrupted her, pulling her over him in a crushing hug, and squirming around with her a bit to lay her on her side between him and Corbin. Knitting fingers with her son and resting her chin on top of his head, the Doe sighed contentedly as her husband lifted her leg again and reminded her what a stretched tail-hole [i]really[/i] felt like...\n \nElan kissed Corbin’s cheek with a smile, bucking a little harder against him to prompt him to look up at the Dragon. “Your parents are pretty sweet,” he noted, seeing the most sincere smile on Layla’s face he’d seen in a long time, “Don’t be too mean to them when I’m not over, okay? Remember: only if they’re naked, and no cheating to get them that way. You’ll have it worse for abusing your new privilege.”\n \n“Ahhh,” Corbin sighed, feeling the nubs flaring out inside him in warning of a pending climax, “Yes, sir! Promise you’ll come over more often, though?”\n \n“Heh...that depends on tomorrow,” the Dragon answered vaguely, gritting his teeth and upping the pace as his pleasure peaked, and finally burying himself firmly down to the base under Corbin’s tail. The other teen hummed appreciatively at each pulse inside him, kissing his mother’s neck affectionately until Elan regained enough self-control to reach his long neck around for a deeper kiss, still hot and smokey with arousal.\n \n“Mmm...yeah...what’s happening tomorrow?” the young Elk asked as his brain caught up with the statement.\n \nThe Dragon behind him chuckled quietly, pulling out and rolling off the bed entirely. Corbin wondered if something had gone wrong when Elan began immediately getting dressed again. With pants and shirt back firmly in place, the Dragon crawled over each of the Elk still on the bed, giving them a kiss on the cheek one-by-one.\n \n“I kind of cheated today,” the Dragon admitted as he stepped back from the bed, “So here’s what’s going to happen next: you three are going to spend a wonderful night together on this bed. Tomorrow, when the room’s aired out and the effect of my scent thoroughly spent, you’re going to talk about what happened today. Layla, make sure you tell Finn about what I’ve done with you over the last couple of years. He won’t be mad, because I’m sure he knows now that I’m kind of hard to resist,” the Dragon winked. “Then decide whether you [i]actually[/i] agree to my demands, or if it was my scent talking through you. I’ll know you’re okay with it when — and if — you invite me back. Otherwise I won’t intrude again,” he promised with a wave as he opened the door, “See you at school, Corbin.”\n \nClosing the door behind him, Elan got his coat, scarf, and backpack from the hall, and quickly jogged down the street through the snowy night to his own front door. Giving only a quick greeting to his own mom and dad, the teenager quickly went to get his second shower of the day, like he usually did after school, carefully washing all of his enchanting scent away with a specially formulated soap and smothering its advances for the next few hours under a similarly formulated deodorant, then went to watch a movie with his parents like they usually did on Friday nights...\n \nHe didn’t see Corbin anymore that weekend, or hear from the Splinterprongs at all. Elan tried not to let that make him nervous. At the very least, the effect of his scent should ensure they didn’t [i]hate[/i] him for what they’d done on Friday...but they might not be comfortable inviting that into the house again, now that everyone was very clear about the source of the attraction. That would probably be mostly up to Finn to decide.\n \nMonday morning, though, Corbin sat down beside him on the bus just like usual, yawning with his usual morning tiredness like any other day. As the bus pulled away from the stop, he leaned discreetly against Elan’s shoulder and muttered softly into his ear: “Mom and Dad say we should come out already. I told them we’re not gay, and Mom should know better, but...,” he shrugged, clearly not understanding what there was to be confused about.\n \nElan chuckled, patting his friend’s thigh behind the cover of their backpacks. “At least they’re encouraging. Anything else?”\n \nCorbin nodded with a sleepy smile. “They said to ask your parents if you can spend the night next Friday...”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Dragon Dom  

Layla hummed to herself, giving the soup a gentle stir as she slid in the carrots and smiling at the aroma wafting up to her large nose.  The Doe bent down to check the bread in the oven (she was always a little paranoid about the bread), and sighed in relief to find it rising and browning beautifully.  The rattle of the knob on the front door announced her son returning from school just as she was standing up.  She smiled and called out, “Welcome home,” without ever turning around.
  
“Hi, Mom!” Corbin announced as he came through the door, shaking the snow from his hooves and shrugging off his thick coat to hang behind it.
  
“Hi, Mrs. Splinterprong!” greeted another familiar voice right behind her son’s.
  
Her stomach sank, even as her heart fluttered, and she did turn around then to stare at the tall, scaly teen closing the door behind them.  “Oh...hello, Elan.  What are you doing here?” the doe asked hesitantly.
  
“Can he stay over for a bit to play games?” Corbin asked his mother, explaining more-or-less everything, “We don’t have any homework this weekend.”
  
“Thank the forgotten gods,” Elan agreed, taking off his own (much lighter) jacket as Corbin made room for him.  Unwinding the scarf from around his long neck, he bent down to use it to dry his clawed feet, so as not to track water through the house.  The Reptile hadn’t bothered with boots anymore than his Elk friend.  Dragons were notoriously difficult to chill.
  
The Doe swallowed the first answer that came to her lips.  “Oh, that will be fine,” she told herself as much as them.  “You two can play upstairs until your father gets home,” she suggested, checking the clock beside the kitchen door.
  
“Thanks, Mom,” Corbin smiled, trotting into the kitchen briefly to give her their traditional kiss on the cheek before heading for the stairs.
  
Elan flashed a bright smile and added, “Thanks, Mrs. Splinterprong.  I’ll leave before dinner,” then followed his friend to his room.
  
Layla just nodded, turning back to the stove to finish adding the rest of the vegetables.  The bread finished baking, and she turned the oven down low, just enough to keep it warm.  She finished stirring the soup until the vegetables were well mixed with the meat, and both would cook through thoroughly, and turned the stove down to a similar temperature.  Then she sliced an apple and poured some banana-chips into a small bowl and placed them both on a tray.  Adding two cans of soda to the tray, Layla carried it carefully up the stairs.
  
There was a cold knot in her stomach, but her heart was pounding excitedly.  She would never understand this.  How long had this been going on?  How had it even started?  She couldn’t quite remember anymore, and wouldn’t be comforted even if she could, so didn’t bother trying.
  
The latch on Corbin’s door was a little out of alignment, making it difficult to close properly.  As usual, the boys hadn’t even tried, and the door stood loosely open.  At least she wouldn’t have to worry about dropping the tray trying to get it open.  But they weren’t playing games anymore.  She could already smell it.  The scent was faint, just wafting through the door, but already thick enough to detect in the hall.  Her heart fluttered in her chest before she even leaned her shoulder against the door...
  
Elan was sitting on the edge of Corbin’s bed, leaning back and smiling contentedly with his fly open, while her son’s face bobbed up and down slowly on his lap.  Their game had been left at the summary screen for their last match, completely forgotten.  “Heh...your horns are so cute,” Elan chuckled, taking a light grip on one of Corbin’s small antlers, and the Elk just grinned and kept sucking.
  
It was only then that the pair noticed her.  “I, uh...,” Layla swallowed hard, rocking her head as if she’d actually forgotten what she was doing...and to a degree, she had.  The scent was intoxicating, and so thick in here that she could practically see it, wafting in light, warm clouds around Elan...
  
Holding the tray out the pair, the Doe cleared her throat and tried again.  “It’ll be a little while before dinner, still,” Layla explained uneasily, watching her son still slowly bobbing his head even as he gave her a curious look, “So...I thought you might like a snack.”
  
Elan flashed an appreciative smile, leaning forward a little to hold Corbin’s face down firm against his crotch.  “Thanks, Mrs. Splinterprong, but uh...he’s kind of already having one,” the Dragon chuckled, patting the smaller Elk between the antlers.  “Want to share?”
  
Layla nearly dropped the tray, just managing to turn enough to set it on top of her son’s dresser before getting down on her knees beside the bed.  Elan leaned back again as she rested one hand on his knee, giving Corbin space to straighten up.  The younger Elk made a show of slurping all the way to the tip, then swallowing whatever taste he had in his mouth with a smile, before scooting aside to make room for his mother.  “Too hungry to wait for dinner, huh?” he chided her as she leaned in, careful not to hit her face on his antlers.
  
She was.  This aroma...Elan’s aroma...made her ravenous in a way no amount of food would ever sate.  It was shameful how much she craved it, and the activities which produced it.  Sometimes she thought it smelled a bit like cedar, and sometimes more like cinnamon.  It was a warm, almost prickly smell, and her nose could not take in enough of it.  She opened her mouth to help gather more, and stuffed it down over the Dragon’s dark-blue dick.
  
Layla’s thoughts became foggy, consumed with lust lightly tinged with shame.  It went without saying that she should not be doing this, going down on her son’s friend while the two of them quietly made out above her...and this wasn’t even the worst to come.  They’d done this to her more than once over the last three years...or rather, she’d allowed them to do this, dominating her like some horny school-girl with little brains and less experience.  It had come to the point that she expected it pretty much any time her son brought the Dragon over for an afternoon.  She should be ashamed.  And yet...
  
She barely registered the tap of a claw on her forehead, nuzzling her nose down firmly against Elan’s crotch and gently sucking as she dragged the full length of him across the flat of her tongue.  He just smelled (and tasted) so fucking delicious...the teenager had to press his palm against her face to stop her from going down on him again.  “That’s real nice, Mrs. Splinterprong...but you know a blow never really does it for me,” the Dragon smiled apologetically.
  
Layla breathed deeply of his lust-inducing scent, stronger here in the crease of his groin than in nearly any other part of him, and nodded her head in understanding.  Salivating as she let him slide from her mouth, the Doe leaned back to unzip her pants, and then forward to push the loosened waist down from her hips to bunch up around her knees.  Crawling forward to the edge of the bed, she obligingly bend herself over it, receiving another whiff of the intoxicating scent as it wafted from his tail.  “Will this do?” she asked quietly.
  
A gentle pat on her bare bottom sent an erotic shiver through her, and her tail lifted itself almost involuntarily.  “That’ll be great,” Elan assured her, pushing his pants down around his ankles as he stood up, then stepping out of them.  Sitting on the bed, Corbin leaned back and lifted his hips to get his own pants out from under him, kicking them off and tossing them into the hamper in the corner of the room.  “Your mom likes tasty things,” the Dragon now kneeling behind her remarked off-handedly, “Give her something to suck while you’re still clean.”
  
The poor Doe didn’t even have enough will left to look reluctant as her own son spread his legs around her face and smiled fondly down at her.  Layla opened her mouth with a needy sigh, reaching for him and eagerly sucking him through her lips.  “Ahhh...thanks, Mom,” the younger Elk sighed blissfully.  Layla just whimpered with relief as she felt Elan’s exotic, nub-studded dick gently invade her.  The little elongated nubs laid tight and smooth against his shaft on the way in, letting him penetrate deep inside her with just a pleasant sort of tingle.  They opened and spread on the way back out, widening his girth to fill her completely and dragging along her walls.  At least three of them scrapped across her G-spot on the way back out, nearly prompting her to shriek around the mouthful of her son’s dick.
  
“Oh wow,” Elan sighed, bending forward to hug her tight around the waist as he began humping her in earnest, “I love this how this thick pussy of yours clings to me.  Clench it, Layla,” he begged.  The Doe whimpered again, squeezing as tight around those nubs as she could while they plowed into her, driving her nose in hard against her son’s stomach, while Corbin hugged her head to his crotch.  Elan only ever called her by her first name when they had her under their power like this.  She’d come to hear it as a kind of declaration: she wasn’t the authority here anymore.  He was.  And he would use her as he pleased, and she would delight in it, until exhaustion overpowered even his scent in her nose.
  
Layla groaned, opening her mouth wide to prevent biting her poor son, as the first orgasm rolled through her.  The Dragon chuckled, patting her bare bottom in a congratulatory fashion.  “That was quick.  Been a little pent up?” he chuckled.
  
She had not.  Her husband was very good to her, and she loved him very much.  They weren’t as aggressively sexual as they had been seventeen years ago, for obvious reasons, but they took time every month, at a minimum, to strip down and get frisky together while Corbin was out with friends or participating with his soccer team.  She was just never as quick to climax as when under the power of Elan’s scent.
  
The Dragon plowed into her a couple more times, adding pressure to each thrust, then paused and straightened his back, rubbing hers just above her tail thoughtfully.  “You’re a little too slick now,” he snickered, bumping his hips against her rump just to prove how easily he slid through her now.  Pulling out entirely, he turned to seat himself on the bed.  “Why don’t you finish him up while you calm down?  Then get up here and I’ll try again,” he patted the bed next to him.
  
Layla nodded submissively, lovingly running her tongue around the sensitive flesh in her mouth, and resumed gently sucking her son.  He wasn’t quite as delicious as Elan, but sweet in his own right, and her tongue played over his skin and the thickening head.  Above her, Elan leaned over to engage the Elk in a firm kiss, humming affectionately as his serpentine tongue invaded the other male’s mouth nearly far enough to reach down his throat.  Corbin’s breath started coming hard, and his legs squirmed with the effort of resisting the urge to buck against his mom’s face.  He pulled back with a gasp as he teetered on the verge, and Elan brushed a couple of fingers up the underside of the Elk’s tail.
  
Layla dutifully swallowed every spurt that streamed into her mouth.  Sometimes they asked to get it on her face, but she didn’t really have the time to clean up that kind of mess before her husband got home.  Not if Elan still intended to have his usual way with her...
  
“Your o-face is so cute,” the Dragon grinned, giving one more kiss to Corbin’s blushing cheek while the Elk caught his breath, “Alright, stud, give your mom a nice rub, as thanks while she helps me show mine.”
  
“Yeah,” Corbin agreed in a dreamy sigh.  Layla couldn’t be entirely certain her son had actually heard his instructions, but he stretched out on the bed with his back against the wall, waiting for her to take up the bulk of the space.
  
The Doe got to her hooves, stepping out of her pants completely, and spent a moment unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking her bra.  With both of those draped over the footboard, she stretched out on her side on the small bed, with her back snug against her son’s chest.  Corbin began to rub her shoulders and upper back.  Layla had to hang her knees off the edge of the bed as she crossed them, then reached back to lightly lift the back of one thigh, opening the thick lips of her vagina to the waiting Dragon.
  
Elan got his tip nested against her entrance and leaned over her hips, preparing to make the plunge...and paused.  “Are you alright?” he asked gently, “You’re not enjoying this as much as usual?”
  
She blinked at him, pleading with her eyes for him not to make her answer that.  But he was looking at her with pure genuine concern, and clearly would satisfy the ache between her legs until she satisfied him with an answer.  Layla buried her face in the pillow beneath her head.  “Nooo,” she whined honestly, “I’m a terrible woman, and a terrible mother!  And in less than an hour Finn is going to come home, and I don’t know what I’m going to do if he catches you still balls-deep inside me.  And being fondled by my son, no less!”  Taking a deep breath to try to calm herself, she pulled the cedery scent pervading the room deep into her lungs...and her heart, and her brain, or so it felt.  “But I want you balls-deep in me so bad,” she added with a resigned sigh, clenching her entrance around what little of his dick was inside her as best she could, “I’ll risk all that.  So humiliate me as you will.  Let my son have his way with me.  I’m a lost cause already, or I wouldn’t be here, dying to let you fuck me.”
  
Corbin blinked.  His mom never used language like that, even when they were having sex.  She was clearly upset.  Elan...seemed relieved, actually.  “Oh, is that it?  You’re worried Mr. Splinterprong will be mad?” the Dragon smiled reassuringly, “Alright.  Let’s ask him, then.”
  
Both of the Elks in front of him stared at him blankly, as if he’d told the first part of a joke and they were still waiting for the punchline to be delivered.  When it seemed clear to the Dragon that they weren’t taking him seriously, he shrugged.  “I’ll stay for dinner after all.  Since I’m the one he should be mad at, if he’s going to get mad, I should be the one to ask, too.  Don’t worry about it,” he assured the Doe, patting the back of her thigh.  His smile turned sly, then, as he added, “But...you have to tell my parents where I am.  They’ll be mad if I miss dinner without permission.”  Patting the other Elk’s thigh, he ordered, “Corbin, get your mom’s phone for her.”
  
With a delightful grin, as if this was the best plan he’d ever heard anyone come up with, Corbin scooted out from behind his mother and fished her cell phone out of the pocket of her pants, handing it to her with a hopeful look.  Layla...couldn’t quite believe what she was doing as she pressed the button to dial Elan’s mother.
  
“Hello?” came the pleasant greeting from the other end.
  
“Hello, Mrs. Silenttooth?!” Layla squeaked, covering her mouth quickly in her surprise as Elan sank into her.  The Dragon put a finger over his lips with a wink...and continued riding her.  Slowly, so as not to jostle her and make another hitch in her voice, but deeply.  “S-sorry,” Layla quick apologized into the phone, “Nearly dropped my glass.  This is Mrs. Splinterprong.”
  
“Goodness, be careful!” Mrs. Silenttooth sympathized, “What can I do for you?  Elan’s over there, isn’t he?  ...He’s not making trouble, is he?”
  
“Not at all,” Layla quickly denied, swallowing both her shame for the dishonesty and her growing arousal at the nubs kneading her insides with each gentle thrust, “He and Corbin have been playing games and...having a lot of fun this afternoon,” the Doe explained as quickly as she could without sounding suspicious to herself, “So we were wondering if Elan could stay for dinner with us...and maybe a little after.”
  
“Oh, sure!” Mrs. Silenttooth agreed happily, “We’re glad he has such a nice friend as Corbin.  Just tell him to be sure to come home before he wears out his welcome.”
  
“Absolutely,” Layla agreed, trying to keep the whimper out of her voice, “Thank you.  Good bye.”
  
“Have a nice day,” came the answering farewell, and the line clicked mercifully to silence.
  
Layla laid her head down and groaned aloud, hooking her hooves behind the hips now thrusting firmly into her like they were trying to push her up the bed.  Elan was smiling like he’d just won a prize.  “You should get dressed,” he suggested, still humping the back of her thighs forcefully, “So you can be ready when Mr. Splinterprong gets home.”
  
The Doe groaned, tightening the clench of her walls as much as she could stand.  “Finish first.  I want your cream,” she begged, now fully and hopelessly under the spell of his scent.  It always got stronger when he was aroused...and something now had him even more turned on than he’d been since he arrived.
  
“Heh...then get dressed,” he repeated, “And I’ll fill your pie...on the kitchen table.”
  
Corbin’s dick jumped back to attention.  Layla moaned, and a tremble ran through her whole body, as the second orgasm of the afternoon rocked her hips and squeezed her heart.  She was a little shocked to feel the Dragon withdraw while she was still in the throes of it.  “W-wait!” she protested through panted breaths, “You still...haven’t...had yours...”
  
Finding his pants on the floor, Elan began pulling the legs over his clawed feet.  “I’ll live,” he promised as he got them up around his hips and zipped the fly over his hard, wet, delicious boner, “Besides, if Mr. Splinterprong does say it’s okay, I’m going to screw you two unconscious anyway,” he added with a smile, earning a hopeful look from Corbin...
  
“Welcome home, dear,” Layla greeted her husband at the door not half an hour later.
  
“Hi, honey,” he answered her with a kiss after ducking his antlers through the door, “How was your day?  And what is that enticing aroma?” the large Elk asked curiously, nose twitching in the direction of the kitchen, “Did you make cinnamon rolls for dessert?”
  
Layla shook her head, tugging his sleeve gently.  “No.  But dinner is ready, so come and eat.  We have a guest today.”
  
Finn tilted his head a little at that, but quickly shrugged off his coat and hung it on its usual peg above his briefcase, then followed his wife into the kitchen.  “Well this is a surprise,” he chuckled when he saw the two teenagers already sitting at the table, “You’re usually gone before I get home.”
  
Elan nodded, smiling brightly.  “Yeah, but I wanted to stay for dinner tonight.  Is that alright?”
  
“Please, Dad?” Corbin chimed in, “There’s something we need to talk about.”
  
“Corbin,” Layla interrupted, “That’s for Elan to tell him.  You mind your manners, and stay out of it.”  Frankly, she was still hoping Elan would forgo this lunacy, and at least let her live quietly with her shame instead of announcing it to her husband.
  
Finn quirked a brow, both at the warning and his wife’s sharp reaction to it.  By the look in his eye, his wife could tell he wasn’t quite sure what to make the situation...and was probably wondering if their son might be trying to “come out” openly at last.  Maybe he wanted Elan around for reassurance?  “That’s fine,” the large Elk nodded at last, taking his seat at the table while Layla ladled out four bowls of soup, “But let’s eat dinner first, before any serious talks.  Mmm...and seriously, what is that peculiar smell?” he asked again, nose twitching as the scent got notably stronger in the kitchen.  The more he breathed it the more deeply he seemed to need to breathe it.  Layla could all but watch the effect take hold of him, widening his eyes and drawing them first to her shapely hips and then...back to Elan, peculiarly.
  
“Oh, sorry Mr. Splinterprong,” Elan raised his hand with a sheepish grin, “That would be me.  My deodorant wore off a while ago, and I haven’t had my second shower yet.  If it’s too much, I’ll go wipe down, if you want.”
  
The image of the younger male running a washcloth all over his naked body in their bathroom flashed through the Doe’s mind unbidden, and she had to take pains to concentrate on slicing the bread evenly.  Her husband also shook his head quickly.  “No no, that’s alright.  It’s just...a little odd, if you’ll forgive my saying so.”
  
Elan just smiled again, and nodded, as Layla laid a bowl in front and thick slice of fresh bread in front of each of them.  Normally this is about the time their family would start talking about the day.  Layla would ask how Finn’s work went, and Finn would ask if there was any trouble around the house, and if Corbin was looking forward to his next game.  Today, though, there was a tense sort of quiet around the table, broken only by the contented slurp of their spoons delivering soup to their lips, and the soft crunch of the bread between their teeth.  Her husband looked increasingly distracted by something, eyes darting from Elan to her and back as his nose quivered, pulling in more and more of the aphroditic scent.
  
“You’ve got a really impressive rack there,” the Dragon complimented, pointing his spoon at Finn’s antlers once their bowls were near to empty.
  
“Ah...yes, thank you,” Finn responded distractedly, “The family’s sort of known for having at least ten points each.”  He rubbed a hand across his brow, just below the aforementioned antlers, as if he could rub the bizarre scent and even more bizarre thoughts out of his head.
  
Elan gave an appreciative whistle.  “Nice.  I like horns,” the Dragon offered, running one hand over the smooth curve of the two spikes arching over his own skull, much smaller and simpler than any deer’s but elegant in their own way, “I wish mine had grown a bit longer, but Dad says our family’s pride is our tails.”  He chuckled, wrapping his own long tail around the legs of his chair to within reach of Corbin’s ankle, which he rubbed with the tip.
  
Finn shook his head, probably more against the increasingly inappropriate excitement in him than at anything the younger male had said.  “No, you’ve got...perfectly lovely horns,” he insisted, finally putting down his spoon and clearing his throat, “Now, what was it you wanted to talk about?”  His expression was patient, but stoic.  He wanted to be done with this talk already, and Layla could easily guess why.  If he didn’t fully realize the source of his want quite yet, he was surely aching to take her to their bedroom to relieve the growing need for physical touch as quickly as possible.
  
“Oh yeah,” Elan remarked, as if he’d almost forgotten the reason he’d stayed for dinner, “I wanted to ask you: would you be mad if Mrs. Splinterprong and I had sex?”
  
All three of the Elks turned to stare at him in open shock.  Even Corbin had apparently expected him to be a little more...elegant...in broaching the subject.  “Elan...what...are you serious?” Finn asked disbelievingly, tilting his head with a hard look at the young Dragon, “Is that...really a question?”
  
Elan winced a little at the reaction.  “Oo, well, I’ve actually been doing Layla from time to time for the last couple of years.  Ever since she caught me and Corbin at it one afternoon.  I know I should have asked then, if I was going to at all, but it’s really been bothering her conscience.  So I figured late might still be better than never.”
  
Finn was massaging both sides of his head now, apparently fighting a sudden headache.  Layla just covered her face with both hands, shaking her head in dismay.  This was even worse than she had expected, aside from lacking the fury she’d expected from her husband.  Corbin seemed to be restraining a fit of laughter.  At last Finn answered slowly, “That is...very...extremely rude...to do to a man’s family...without even inviting him.”
  
Layla looked nearly as shocked at her husband as she had at the Dragon, but Elan just flashed a sly smile.  “Oooh.  So it would be okay if we asked you to join us?”  Pushing back from the table, Elan got to his feet and paced around to stand beside Finn’s chair.  “I have a suggestion, then,” he declared, gently taking the Elk’s tie in his hand and using it to pull the larger male forward into a soft kiss.  “Let’s continue this talk in your room.  We have a lot of making up to do.”
  
“...Yeah,” her husband sighed, sounding a lot like their son after an orgasm, and Layla knew then that he was every bit as susceptible to the Dragon’s scent as she was...and thus, every bit as agreeable to what was about to be done.
  
Pulling the tie gently like a leash, Elan began leading Finn toward the stairs, giving a warm smile over his shoulder.  “Come on, Corbin,” he called invitingly, “Bring your mom.”
  
The youngest Elk couldn’t contain himself anymore, and started laughing out loud.  “Dude, you have no tact.”  But he did get to his feet and offer his hand to his mother expectantly.  Layla took it, and dutifully followed her son up the stairs and down the hall to the master bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her as she was the last one in.
  
“Okay.  Confession time,” Elan grinned, pulling Corbin forward for a brief kiss before he continued, “I’m not actually into butts, but I don’t mind a dick up mine, and I really want everyone on the same page with no hard feelings.  So we’re going to spread the love around as many directions as we can,” he smiled at Finn, still being held by his tie like a dog on a leash, before reaching up and starting to undo the knot for him.  “I’m going to start by pounding Layla’s pretty pussy as promised, since I’ve been kind of hard for a while now, while you and Corbin decide who’s on bottom and have your first go.  Then you’re going to suck me clean before I take you for a ride.  Corbin, make sure your mom’s satisfied before you plug her, understand?”
  
A lustful shudder ran down the young Elk’s spine as he reached over to help her undress, too.  “Fuck, I love it when you talk like that...”
  
Layla, blushing to roses, watched silently as her husband was stripped by the young Dragon...and the way he watched, with burning bedroom-eyes, as their son disrobed her in turn, paying absolutely no heed to where his hands went.  Once her bra was off, Corbin even deliberately gave her a rub underneath her breasts, to sooth the crease where the wire sat under them, and spread them pleasingly before pushing her in the direction of the bed.
  
After his shirt was unbuttoned and dropped behind his shoulders, Elan had a little trouble getting Finn’s business slacks open to finish undressing him.  The Dragon gave an appreciative whistle to the bulge that was making the belt and button so tight, but made no other remark on it...even when he finally succeeded, and the intimidating rod sprang out of the confining underwear like a spear-trap in a video game.  Reaching between the Elk’s legs, Elan gave his sac a brief fondle and a light scratch, relieving the pressure of being cramped up in the tight underwear all day, before he pushed the pants down around Finn’s hooves and patted his rump firmly to move him toward the bed as well.
  
Corbin had already pulled his shirt off (after a brief struggle to get it over his antlers), and was just fumbling with the button of his own pants when Elan hooked a hand into the waist and pulled him in for a longer, much hotter kiss while his parents watched from the bed.  “Hey, we still haven’t told your dad the rules for the room.  He’s got to agree before we get down to it, remember?”
  
The young Elk laughed again.  “Didn’t we need to explain that before he got naked?”  Rolling his eyes, Corbin turned to lean his back against the Dragon’s chest, letting Elan run appreciative hands over his bare chest and belly shamelessly while he explained to his dad, “Elan rules the bedroom.  What he says goes.  I’m in charge of anyone he’s not handling, especially when he’s not here.  But only if they’re naked.”
  
Giving a sly smile from over Corbin’s shoulder, Elan unzipped the Elk’s fly and opened them to show his hard and eager dick to his parents.  “...Any questions?”
  
Finn, sitting on the edge of the bed and lightly playing with himself, seemed to have just enough wits left in him to ask a pertinent one: “When you’re not here?  You mean...”
  
Getting down on his knees as he pushed Corbin’s pants down around his ankles, Elan continued to smile from beside the Elk’s hips.  “It means don’t let him see you naked when I’m not around, or he gets to do whatever he likes.  Simple enough.  If you disobey, I will make you sniff my pits the next time I’m over, and you will not be naked or allowed to touch yourself.”
  
Finn gnashed his teeth, some deep part of him balking at even the chance of being made to submit to his own son...but the thick, heady scent already filling the room screamed its own warning that the penalty would be almost unbearable.  He was already aching, not for his wife, laying shamelessly on the bed beside him and openly playing with herself, but for the dick still hidden away in the Dragon’s pants.  He wanted it in him, whether in his mouth or anywhere else.  Being denied it entirely would be nothing short of torture.
  
Layla simply shook her head and bucked her hips, waiting impatiently for the filling she’d been promised.  She’d heard all this before.  Elan had made it very clear the first time the teens had taken her, and she’d never challenged it.  Needless to say, she’d never let her son catch her naked when Elan wasn’t in the house anyway, so she couldn’t say how stringent Corbin would be about that rule...but she agreed with her husband’s unspoken thoughts, and knew if it ever happened, she would obey...
  
“If you agree to those conditions,” Elan continued when it seemed Finn had nothing else to ask, “Get down and kiss your son’s dick.  Otherwise, I need to leave...like, right now.”  The Dragon’s smile turned sheepish at that, almost apologetic, like he wasn’t entirely sure how he’d handle it if he was actually refused at this point, but was sure it would be awkward as hell.  Placing both hands on Corbin’s tush, he pushed the young Elk in his father’s direction.
  
“Aww,” Corbin whined, giving a slightly betrayed look over his shoulder as he stepped up in front of his dad, “I wanted to undress you, too.”
  
“Better hope your dad agrees, then,” the Dragon chuckled, already stretching the neck of his shirt wide enough to get it over his horns as he tipped his head back, “So there can be a ‘next time’ for you to strip me.”
  
Corbin chuckled, not seeming the least worried...and possibly because Finn had already scooted off the bed onto his knees in the floor.  Taking care to keep his broad antlers around either side of Corbin, the Elk leaned in to press his lips gently against the underside of Corbin’s dick.  It was nowhere near as long as his father’s yet, but nearly as thick, and Corbin liked to think it made for a nice, full stuffing for his partner...even if Elan and his mother were the only two who could have an outside opinion of that.  “Okay, Dad,” the teenager patted the forehead between his father’s antlers, “You heard him.  If you want to fuck his ass—”
  
“Mind your mouth, son,” Finn frowned reflexively, “We don’t talk that in—”
  
Corbin pressed a finger over his lips, grinning like he’d just pulled a great prank.  “We do in this room.  In charge, remember?  And for that, you’re on bottom,” the teenager winked at his dad’s stunned look, “Now up on your back, just like Mom.”
  
Layla was, in fact, laying on her back with legs spread and shivering despite the room having grown quite a bit warmer than any other in the house.  Elan, having finally finished getting undressed, was just crawling between her knees, and leaned down to give her a hot kiss on the lips.  She let him push his tongue into her mouth, though she was whimpering with the need for him to shove something else into a very different part of her, and a little uncomfortable with the sheer, literal heat of his breath.  All this teasing, and especially the power-play they’d just pulled on Corbin’s dad, had the Dragon well and truly excited now, fanning the flames deep in his chest in more ways than one.  “Feeling better now?” he asked as he slipped his tip through her entrance, teasing the thick labia with the first set of nubs.
  
The Doe shivered again.  “I don’t know,” she confessed, “It feels...almost like it will be worse, come tomorrow.”  She hooked her heels behind his hips, barely restraining the urge to pull him into her herself.  Elan always took his own time and pace, and would “punish” her if she tried to change that.  The first time, he’d made her lick Corbin’s tail-hole...and Corbin had further added to her humiliation by asking to do the same to hers.  She’d even liked it.  “But I feel safe now,” she assured him, “He knows now, and won’t be angry with me tomorrow...or at least not much.  Thank you.”
  
“Heh, that’s the best I can do for you,” Elan shrugged, “You’ll just have to deal with the rest.”  Without further warning, he plunged into her.  Hard.  He’d been hard and throbbing from their first session in Corbin’s room, and had no intention of holding back any more until he’d gotten some relief.  He’d probably stop if Layla said it was hurting her...but he’d only ever gone that hard once, and it took more effort than was actually pleasant for him.  She was fine with this, clinging to him with arms and legs and even her inner walls as tight as she could.  Each deep thrust drove a gasp or aroused grunt from her, and each swift pull sent a shock through her nethers all the way to her throat, making Layla sound a little like a poorly played violin.
  
Her husband was only a little quieter, softly grunting and groaning with his ankles hooked over their son’s shoulders and Corbin hugging his thighs as he bucked against his dad’s butt.  The younger Elk had at least been patient enough to lube himself up with the bottle his parents keep discreetly wrapped in a cloth under their bed, but was otherwise showing about as much restraint as Elan as his rode his father’s tail-hole.  Although the aphroditic effects of Elan’s scent filling his lungs could excuse quite a bit of it, the raw enthusiasm with which Corbin went at his father suggested he might have enjoyed this even without Elan’s coaxing.  The larger Elk enduring his stuffing wasn’t discouraging in the least, making pleasured sounds with each firm thrust and beginning to sling strings of pre-cum from the glistening tip of his waving dick.  “Don’t come...before me,” Corbin panted in warning, “Gonna want...all that...for him...”
  
Finn gnashed his teeth, and clenched up tight against the building pressure in his loins.  It was made even more difficult when Layla suddenly tense up beside him, moaning in open pleasure as her orgasm overtook her...and then even louder when Elan seized up inside her.  The long nubs of his dick flared out wide, nearly as hard as his dick, locking him in place while he climaxed.  As his seed poured into her in a stream of pleasure, Elan sighed a long, hot exhale, taking care to keep his breath aimed at the headboard and well clear of her face.  He had to be particularly careful of his breath during his orgasm, or he’d set something on fire.  His parent’s room was heat-shielding to allow for it, and his own room had been similarly treated as a precaution, but that wasn’t the case in practically any other house.  “Oooh, fucking finally,” he groaned when he could inhale again, flopping on top of the equally breathless Doe and pillowing his head on her breasts as they cooled back down and waited for him to unlock.
  
The sound of their climax pulled Corbin into his own.  He pushed deep under his father’s fail, bending over the strong thighs laid against his chest, and groaned aloud as he pulsed inside the tight confines of this virgin tail-hole.  Finn panted with mouth open and his own cock twitching, clearly close to his own climax and struggling, per his son’s instructions, to save it for the next round.  Elan chuckled at their efforts, cute but unnecessary.
  
“Alright, stud,” the Dragon grinned, swatting Corbin’s rump playfully to get his attention, “Clear out and make room for your dad to breathe a little.  He’s got a job to do now.”  With a knowing chuckle, Corbin pulled out, letting his dad’s legs hang off the edge of the bed again and leaving his rock-hard erection standing straight up like a flagpole.  With a bit of effort, and working some muscles most species didn’t even have, Elan pulled in the nubs lining his dick just enough to comfortably withdraw from Layla...after which they immediately sprang back to full attention, or nearly so.  The Dragon crawled over then to sit astride Finn’s chest, resting the glistening tip on the (slightly) larger male’s chin while the Elk continued to catch his breath, and Corbin crawled onto the bed to straddle his mother’s belly and enjoy a breathy kiss or three.
  
“Hehe...did you enjoy that?” the Dragon asked with a smug grin, lightly tracing down the underside of one large antler with his finger, “He’s a pretty good ride, isn’t he?”
  
“Y-yeah,” the breathless Elk nodded, incidentally kissing the semi-erect rod beneath his lips as he did so.  Once more, some part of him said that was not the answer he should be giving, whether it was honest or not...but that part was being hopelessly drowned by the overpowering scent whose source was not sitting closer to his nose than ever before.
  
“Just wait until you taste him,” Elan licked his lips, as though savoring a memory, then smiled down at the male under him again.  “You already enjoy your wife’s taste, right?  Don’t panic now,” he warned, taking a controlling grip on the Finn’s wide antlers and holding him steady, “They’ll lay down as it goes in.  And they’re nice and smooth, so you won’t get scratched on the way back or anything,” he promised the (understandably nervous) Elk.  Leaning forward to brace himself on those antlers, and pinning his partner’s head down with his weight in the process, Elan adjusted the angle of his hips to carefully slide his dick into Finn’s throat.  “Mind those teeth,” he chuckled, “And don’t try too hard.  It’s not a blow-job; you’re just getting the juice off.  I don’t think I’ve ever come from sucking, though Corbin gave it his best shot.”
  
“Still disappointed about that,” the younger Elk muttered as he turned around and pushed his own face between his mother’s thighs.  Kissing her gleaming vulva, he pressed his lips firmly against the thick ring and then just as firmly thrust his broad tongue inside, gathering up as much of Elan’s milk as he could reach.  Layla moaned, hugging the knees on either side of her head, and tried to keep her face turned a little aside from the heavy balls and dick waving over her nose.  No sooner had her son taken that first lick, though, than he pushed up to look at her between his own legs.  “Do that thing I like, Mom.  Please?”
  
This time she groaned in shame as much as pleasure...but obediently reached up to gently spread the cheeks beneath her son’s tail.  He lifted it, and adjusted his hips to the best angle he could give her, before burying his nose and tongue in her sweet sex again...and cooing with delight as Layla’s tongue tenderly pushed through the tight rim of his tail-hole in imitation.
  
Elan paused with his balls hanging against Finn’s chin, feeling the Elk struggle to stay comfortable with the oddly nubbed dick in his mouth.  “Now, take a deep breath through the nose,” Elan encouraged, “And the rest of the night will go just great for you.  I promise.”
  
Finn obeyed, drawing a deep, deep breath with his nostrils right up against the Dragon’s base.  The act of breathing, from this location, was every bit as stimulating as thrusting...and before he could take a second, the Elk’s dick began twitching uncontrollably, shooting streams of warm pleasure onto Elan’s back and tail.  The Dragon just smiled and teased Finn’s clenching base with the tip of his sinewy tail.  “Had a feeling that would happen.  Don’t worry: you won’t go soft before you get your reward.  Now suck gently, and put that tongue to work.”
  
While her husband dutifully set to licking her honey off of the Dragon, Layla squealed softly into her son’s bottom, thrusting her tongue deep and squeezing her thighs around either side of his head.  “Gods forgotten, Mom,” the younger male chuckled as he pulled his muzzle back out of her entrance, “You sure are easy.”  Reluctantly pulling away from her face while she was still in the throes of her latest climax, Corbin turned around again and rolled her onto her side, facing toward the other pair of males.  She breathlessly watched her husband suck the teenage Dragon like a favorite drink, while her son lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder and pressed his renewed erection warningly against her back-door.  “This one will take you a bit longer, won’t it?” Corbin grinned, easing into her tail-hole.  Layla took a deep breath, tried to relax and open up for him, and gave her husband a sympathetic lick on the cheek.
  
“Mm, that’s good,” Elan praised, shifting back to take his weight off Finn’s antlers as his nubs began to lay back down and he could clearly feel the texture of the tongue bathing him again.  Chuckling at Layla’s little display of affection, the Dragon carefully withdrew and pushed the gorgeous set of antlers to one side, turning Finn’s head toward her.  “Why don’t you two share a moment together, while Corbin and I ride you.  I think she’s wanted it for a while.”
  
Finn found Layla’s lips with his, and the two shared a kiss with tongues entangled (neverminding where hers had recently been).  Behind him, Elan used his dextrous tail to line Finn’s still-strong erection up between his cheeks.  A little lube might have been preferable, but the Elks were enjoying a tender moment that Elan didn’t want to interrupt, and the milk still eking from his tip should serve well enough for this.  Between the novelty of the situation, and Elan’s intoxicating scent, the Dragon doubted it would be a long ride.
  
Taking a deep breath and gritting his own teeth for a change, Elan eased back and down, sliding the thick dick through his own back-door.  “Oh wow,” he sighed as he got down near the base, “This is what Corbin’s going to turn into?  I’m going to need more practice.”
  
Layla squeaked as her son gave her rump an extra-hard thrust, spurred on by the quiet praise.  Elan began carefully bobbing up and down on the pole in his tail-hole.  As he began to grow comfortable with the girth, he trailed his finger through the line of thicker fur running all the way from between Finn’s pectorals to the circle around his base and even behind his sac.  “Fuck, Finn, why do mammals get all the sexiest features?  Huge horns, happy trails...all I get is a nubby penis.”
  
Layla squeaked again, breaking her kiss with Finn for fear of biting one of their tongues.  “Please stop,” the Doe begged both her son and the Dragon riding her husband, “Those nubs...are amazing...”
  
“And your scales are sleek, and sexy, and your horns make great handles,” Corbin groaned, grinding his crotch against his mother’s ass as the dirty talk coaxed him close to a climax...but not quite far enough.
  
Seeing his struggles, Elan grinned a toothy grin.  “Not as sexy as you in a skirt,” Elan countered, dropping a little more firmly onto Finn’s base, “Now that everyone’s in on it, I’m going to make you wear that again.  You kept it, like I told you to, right?”
  
“Yyeesss,” Corbin cried in answer as he unloaded at last, filling his mother’s back-door and stretching her leg to a frankly uncomfortable angle.  Layla winced and gasped as she pushed back against him, and Finn groaned aloud for very different reasons...
  
Elan stopped bouncing, just holding still and grimacing a little against the strain beneath his tail.  “Augh...that’s...ugh...I was not...ready for...the pressure!” he admitted, jerking just a little at each strong pulse in his posterior.  He was quick to lift himself off of it once the twitching subsided, tenderly holding himself open to relax and close at a comfortable pace.  “No more full-length rides for you until I’ve had a better stretch,” warned in an apologetic tone, laying his cheek down on the Elk’s heaving chest for a quick breather of his own.
  
Corbin licked his lips, eying his friend with head down and tail still raised cautiously in the air, and carefully pulled out of his mother, leaving her with a relieved sigh.  Crawling over behind Elan’s hips, though, the Dragon quickly pulled away from the attempted touch, rolling onto his side near the edge of the bed.  “Huh-uh,” Elan shook his head, “Sorry.  I was going to let you have your favorite position, but now it’s all sore.  You’ll have to settle for getting fucked instead,” the Dragon patted the little space between him and Finn.
  
The younger Elk grinned, still crouching across his father’s legs.  “Even though you don’t like tail-holes?” he asked.
  
“I don’t like vegetables, either,” Elan smirked, “But I still eat them.  Besides, I can make an exception for my best friend, can’t I?”
  
Corbin squirmed into place excitedly, feeling all fuzzy and flattered as Elan hooked an arm under his leg and spread him into roughly the same position he’d just taken his mother in.  Layla, finally free of both teenagers and beginning to overcome Elan’s scent through sheer exhaustion, snuggled up to her husband’s side for a softer, more personal kiss on the lips.  “You can still go full-depth in me,” she promised quietly, “I can finally hold you again without the guilt of a secret in my back pocket.”  She kissed his neck and his chest, then his cheek and his lips again.  “Please say you will.  I’ve been so—”
  
“Come here,” Finn interrupted her, pulling her over him in a crushing hug, and squirming around with her a bit to lay her on her side between him and Corbin.  Knitting fingers with her son and resting her chin on top of his head, the Doe sighed contentedly as her husband lifted her leg again and reminded her what a stretched tail-hole really felt like...
  
Elan kissed Corbin’s cheek with a smile, bucking a little harder against him to prompt him to look up at the Dragon.  “Your parents are pretty sweet,” he noted, seeing the most sincere smile on Layla’s face he’d seen in a long time, “Don’t be too mean to them when I’m not over, okay?  Remember: only if they’re naked, and no cheating to get them that way.  You’ll have it worse for abusing your new privilege.”
  
“Ahhh,” Corbin sighed, feeling the nubs flaring out inside him in warning of a pending climax, “Yes, sir!  Promise you’ll come over more often, though?”
  
“Heh...that depends on tomorrow,” the Dragon answered vaguely, gritting his teeth and upping the pace as his pleasure peaked, and finally burying himself firmly down to the base under Corbin’s tail.  The other teen hummed appreciatively at each pulse inside him, kissing his mother’s neck affectionately until Elan regained enough self-control to reach his long neck around for a deeper kiss, still hot and smokey with arousal.
  
“Mmm...yeah...what’s happening tomorrow?” the young Elk asked as his brain caught up with the statement.
  
The Dragon behind him chuckled quietly, pulling out and rolling off the bed entirely.  Corbin wondered if something had gone wrong when Elan began immediately getting dressed again.  With pants and shirt back firmly in place, the Dragon crawled over each of the Elk still on the bed, giving them a kiss on the cheek one-by-one.
  
“I kind of cheated today,” the Dragon admitted as he stepped back from the bed, “So here’s what’s going to happen next: you three are going to spend a wonderful night together on this bed.  Tomorrow, when the room’s aired out and the effect of my scent thoroughly spent, you’re going to talk about what happened today.  Layla, make sure you tell Finn about what I’ve done with you over the last couple of years.  He won’t be mad, because I’m sure he knows now that I’m kind of hard to resist,” the Dragon winked.  “Then decide whether you actually agree to my demands, or if it was my scent talking through you.  I’ll know you’re okay with it when — and if — you invite me back.  Otherwise I won’t intrude again,” he promised with a wave as he opened the door, “See you at school, Corbin.”
  
Closing the door behind him, Elan got his coat, scarf, and backpack from the hall, and quickly jogged down the street through the snowy night to his own front door.  Giving only a quick greeting to his own mom and dad, the teenager quickly went to get his second shower of the day, like he usually did after school, carefully washing all of his enchanting scent away with a specially formulated soap and smothering its advances for the next few hours under a similarly formulated deodorant, then went to watch a movie with his parents like they usually did on Friday nights...
  
He didn’t see Corbin anymore that weekend, or hear from the Splinterprongs at all.  Elan tried not to let that make him nervous.  At the very least, the effect of his scent should ensure they didn’t hate him for what they’d done on Friday...but they might not be comfortable inviting that into the house again, now that everyone was very clear about the source of the attraction.  That would probably be mostly up to Finn to decide.
  
Monday morning, though, Corbin sat down beside him on the bus just like usual, yawning with his usual morning tiredness like any other day.  As the bus pulled away from the stop, he leaned discreetly against Elan’s shoulder and muttered softly into his ear: “Mom and Dad say we should come out already.  I told them we’re not gay, and Mom should know better, but...,” he shrugged, clearly not understanding what there was to be confused about.
  
Elan chuckled, patting his friend’s thigh behind the cover of their backpacks.  “At least they’re encouraging.  Anything else?”
  
Corbin nodded with a sleepy smile.  “They said to ask your parents if you can spend the night next Friday...”
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