Welcome To The Family (PreciousKitten and Naturan) (NSFW)

[Naturan]

@PreciousKitten

As the ship pulled into the harbor and the anchor dropped, all Cygnus Argyros could think was 'Thank god'. He hated traveling by sea. The waves made him suck to the stomach, the constant rocking and the smell of nothing but the seas giving rise to nothing but nausea. The only reason he never puked was sheer willpower, and nothing else. A dragon such as he did not belong on the seas nor the oceans, he was given wings for a reason after all. Most of his time was spent on land, but the skies? That was his preferred method of travel. The only reason he did not do so now was to travel with his family and his materials.

An elder dragon, he had plenty of time to accumulate wealth in his years, and while pillaging and hoarding used to be the way a dragon would make money, trade, and business relations were a far more lucrative way to do so. On this particular journey, he was here to deliver goods personally, something he never usually did. He had others to see to it for him, so he didn't have to waste his time on trivial matters, but this trip served a dual purpose.

It had been forever since he'd seen his children.

Long since had they sprouted their wings and flew off into the world, looking to make their marks and live their own lives. His eldest, Altair, had since gotten into politics, while his daughter married and had her own children. He hadn't seen them in nearly half a decade, and since this trip would take him to an exotic island known for its grand vacations and extravagant leisure, he figured it would be an amazing opportunity for a reunion, just the family. Of course, he had one more son, his youngest, Castor, though their relationship was strained, at least on Cygnus's side.

Castor had always been hardheaded, refusing to listen to any of the wisdom his father would impart when it came to anything. Time and time again he'd watched his son, passive but silently determined, run his head into a metaphorical wall over and over again. Lyra, his daughter, had a killer business instinct about her, one that brought her great success and her father's pride. Altair was cutthroat and ruthless, finding any way to achieve his goals, spreading his name well and far, almost as far as his father's. But Castor? Castor often found himself in trouble due to his timid and all too trusting nature. He was naive, forgiving, and easily fooled, all traits his father could forgive if he would just listen.

Case in point, Cygnus was happy to see all his children, Castor included, but Castor had recently taken up with someone Cygnus couldn't stand. A Nekotama girl had stolen his son's heart, and he was sure had stolen his son's wallet as well. They'd met a few times before, Cygnus and this Nekotama, and didn't like her. That was why when the invite went out, it specifically mentioned family only. He only prayed the boy's reading comprehension would not fail, or worse, he'd married the little bitch in their short time together already.

Transferring everything from the ship to the shore was an easy job for Cygnus. After all, he wouldn't be the one doing any of the work, his servants would be. Taking a carriage to the resort itself left him anxious, his leg tapping against the carriage floor in an attempt to dispel his excited energy. He could see the faces of all his children and grandchildren already, enjoying a vacation like they did all those years ago.

He walked through those resort doors and into the lobby, expecting to see the faces of his family, and he was not disappointed.

"Father!" Altair greeted with a toothy grin.

"It's been too long!" Lyra spoke up next, and unlike her brother, she was quick to embrace him in a hug, her children eager to do the same. He greeted his grandchildren with a hug as well, ruffling their hair before shaking his son in law's hand.

Now it was his turn to greet Castor, and he was eager to hug him, but he paused in place, his smile falling away as he laid eyes upon his youngest son and who he was with. "Castor..." His tone was almost a warning already. Gods damn it, it said the family only! He didn't bother trying to hide his irritation, eyes narrowed in anger.

"Father...I uh...I couldn't just...leave her behind. She never even met Lyra or Altair." Castor spoke nervously, a sheepish look on his face as he explained himself. "I love her." He knew full well his father would hate this, but he figured it would be better to ask for forgiveness than permission. What would he do, send her home? "It'll be fine, don't worry. Right?" He looked to his lover, a smile on his face.

 

[PreciousKitten]

Blue slitted eyes were lazily wandering over the expanse of the upcoming island visuals, but honestly the notion of it all only caused her to sniff in a sort of indifferent manner. Sure, the Nekomata had all but sweet talked her way into being invited to come along, despite the invitation that explicitly penned it as being 'family only' It was likely yet another one of the numerous attempts from Cygnus to try and sequester his son and attempt to talk some sense into Castor, knowing that most of the reason that the female was with his son was for his money and the benefits it allowed her.

Viorica never once deemed the affection that she held for the younger dragon to be as serious as love, lust and civility were the only emotions that the female could admit to sharing with absolute certainty. Despite his father's protests, her interest was not in harming his precious son - plenty of men in his stature were granted the companionship of trophy wives and it just seemed to go along with the rich standard. She got to be pampered and treated like a rightful princess, meanwhile Castor got the validation and intimacy that he so desperately craved.

An outstretched hand was taken by one with delicately trimmed nails, each one pristine and obviously recently tended to by a professional before the trip. Her dark tanned complexion taking on a sort of glimmer in the oncoming sunlight, though the oncoming heat even through the short black dress she wore caused the pampered feline to pout on the spot. Rich cinnamon tail lazily swaying behind her frame as the pair walked up toward the front of the vacation home, barely even a couple of minutes in this climate and already the gorgeous fur was beginning to wilt.

"Ugh, it is so damn hot here." Viorica hissed out in clear disdain, choosing to remain back while Castor went up to greet his father who wad of course, not the least bit happy to see her here. Honestly, that notion alone caused a feline smirk to cross her delicate features as if the disgust from Cygnus brought her personal joy. Both arms were casually crossed over her chest as the way that both his sister and father appeared to be looking at her with hardened eyes.

"What, disappointed that you were not able to get him alone again to spread even more lies?" She inquired with a raised brow, ever since the Neko had met Cygnus there was a mutual dislike for each other. Hell, at times that feeling bordered on absolute hatred and clawed at their skin like physical nails each time they were within feet of the other. "I merely told him that I had not gotten the chance to meet his siblings, otherwise this was all Castor. Perhaps you should be looking at your son that way instead of me for a change."

Fangs were visible as she casually ran her tongue over them in boredom, barely even arriving and already the vacation had hit a standstill. Typical, Cygnus was likely to cause such a fuss over this that it would not surprise her if he ended up trying to send her home and driving a bigger wedge between himself and his young son. Viorica could at the very least respect his determination, obviously only wanting what was best for his beloved son and knowing that the feline was only there for the money and not undying love.

"By all means - If this is just going to become an all out fight perhaps I should just go back after all. I tried to tell Castor you would end up exploding with that temper of yours." Viorica managed to send a challenging stare in the direction of the patriarch, right now they were locked in a game that required tact and subterfuge to get ahead. She was already one step ahead by becoming the sacrificial martyr, one wrong move or word from Cygnus and the current battle would go in her favor.

"Can't we just get along for the time being, if not for the sake of the trip - but just because this is the first time you have gotten Castor to visit in months?" Check and mate.

 

[Naturan]

Cygnus felt a migraine coming on the moment the first sound passed through Viorica's lips and entered his ear. Her tone was grating on his ears, not because her actual voice was terrible, it was far from it, part of how she charmed his idiot son, he was sure. No, it was because everything she said, she felt, was designed to irritate him, painting herself as some victim and himself as the bad guy.

"Viorica," He said her name, unable to keep his distaste for her out of his voice, "Forgive me if I wanted to spend time with my family, and just my family." He apologized sarcastically, fury in his eyes as they focused on her. They had only just begun speaking and she was already being a thorn in his side. "I know not a thing about spreading lies, nothing I would say to him about you would be untrue."

He crossed his arms, exhaling heavily. His children knew what that meant, a sign that he was digging himself in and ready to stand his ground. They exchanged glances between one another, particularly with Castor, who looked ready to step in and argue on his girlfriend's behalf. He had more to say of course, so much more to say, and none of it was kind, polite, or even neutral.

He wanted to tell her that anything he would say to Castor, he would proudly say in front of her, if not to her. He wanted to berate her attitude, call her nothing but a leech, but she had said something that was true: he had a temper. His children knew it, and she knew it too, and by calling it out, supposing herself as the victim, she had poisoned the well. Already he could see it, Altair was gearing up to calm him down and advise she stay. Lyra would suppose that she might be family one day, and therefore she should be allowed to stay, and Castor? The same tune. He would declare his love for this devilish feline and give an ultimatum: both of them or neither of them.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his chest rising as he inhaled before he audibly exhaled. "Fine." He decided, begrudgingly agreeing with her. "For the time being, we will get along. I would rather my family here, even with extra baggage, than not at all." He would not ruin this trip, not over her. But he wasn't going to have her ruin it for him, either. "A thin truce. Razor thin." He warned her, eyes narrowed.

Castor let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that's a big step forward. You'll see Dad, you just have to get to know her. She's not as bad as you think." He moved an arm around her waist, the action making his father take another deep breath. "We should make sure our rooms are up to par, and then we can meet for lunch?" He offered as an idea to the group. He didn't know if everyone had checked in, but he knew that Cygnus had not, and neither had he.

"Very well. I do need to check in." Cygnus nodded his head in agreement, tearing his angry gaze away from Vicorica to look to Castor, then the entire group. "The resort is vast, and there is plenty to do. I know it's hot, but I would love to take a trip through the mountains. There's a nice pool we could enjoy, I remember visiting it the last time I was here, a few years ago." More than a few years for him, really. He looked between everyone, even Viorica, the question posed almost directly to her. After all, she was much more bothered by the heat than he or his children were, and a part of him hoped she would offer to stay behind, an obvious attempt to be rid of her. "What say you?"

 

[PreciousKitten]

It was not like she could deny that his choice to relent was already foretold, if anything mattered to Cygnus more than his hatred for her - it was his very own family. She did scoff at the mention of the term extra baggage but chose to ignore it in favor of remaining in control of the situation and give the older male even a single inch. At first, the notion of going on some godforsaken hike up the mountains in this heat made both ears on top of her head actively droop and go to pin to her skull. 'Dirty trick, old man...' Even if Viorica was put off by the fact Cygnus managed to get underneath her skin, it also made her gain a small sliver of respect for how resourceful he could be if his mind was put to it. Lips were set into a hesitant smile, obviously being a little forced due to the fact that in this humidity being outside for longer than about an hour would cause her well-groomed tail to become a tangled ball of fluff.

"Fine, that sounds good to me. Though, I would request to at least be allowed to change into proper attire - a dress is hardly suitable for such conditions." Viorica was seething on the inside, a ball of anger that was swiftly growing in size and might threaten to explode if it was left unchecked for too long. She grabbed onto the bag she brought along for the ride, already knowing that inside its contents were a pair of jean shorts that barely covered her ass and a tank top that would at least be breathable in the warmer climate. At first, even Castor was against the outfit but after a bit of persuasion on her end - the male allowed her to bring it along for the trip.

Viorica tried not to allow the heat to bother her too much as she came back outside to join the rest of the family group, noticing that both of Castor's siblings were looking in opposite directions while not a single peep was heard from his father. Great, they obviously had something to say about this too. She sighed gently, crossing both arms over the loose fitting white and blue shirt and gave a quiet glance to all of them before finally speaking. "If you have something to say, then please just spit it out."

It looked like Altair was not even going to admit to anything, instead both of his cheeks ended up turning a vibrant red in hue and Lyra was torn between saying something akin to that not being appropriate to wear around her children or remain quiet. Blue eyes were narrowed a little, but the feline ended up relenting, taking a shirt from Castor to tie around her waist and cover at least the back half of the jeans. "There, not can we please get going - I am not too keen on having to take a longer grooming session to fix my fur than is absolutely needed."

As her shoes came into contact with the ground below, it became clear that Viorica was in great physical shape despite her prissy appearance. The Nekomata actively went to the gym almost four times a week in order to maintain the muscle to she had, and Castor was by no means against the stamina that it afforded to her. Deep tanned skin held a glistening sheen of sweat along both her chest and some of it dripping down the length of her lower abdomen, dark chocolate brown locks being pulled into a neat ponytail to at least keep her hair from being too damaged to salvage later.

"I thought you guys would have been way ahead of me, but you seem to be having problems keeping up with me." Viorica smiled at that, a bit of an ego boost that she had more stamina than Castor's siblings. Meanwhile, she noted that her boyfriend was at the back of the pack and Cygnus was way out in the front just behind her the entire time. Damn, for an older man, the dragon sure had energy to spare.

 

[Naturan]

Cygnus was proud of himself, his lips curling into a devilish smile as he watched Viorica's ears flatten against her skull, a sign that he had managed to get under her skin. He could have kept things civil, keeping to their paper-thin truce he'd agreed to, but there was a petty bone in his body, and that petty bone won out. Their truce, as far as he was concerned, was for show. He wouldn't ruin the vacation for everyone else, but he wasn't going to treat her like she was part of the family. No, he was still going to give her a hard time. He was afraid that it if he gave her any quarter, she would take it positively, and ultimately, his goal was to drive her away from his son.

"Yes, you go change. I need to secure my room. We'll all meet back here and then we'll go." He nodded his head to the group before he broke away, heading to his room. He was pretty content with his little slight towards her, but he also knew she would strike back, and he had to be prepared for that. Once bitten, twice shy, as they say. Despite having a room to himself, his suite was more grand than needed, a luxury he could afford. All his things had been brought up for him and packed away.

One of the perks of getting older was that you cared less what people thought about you, and for Cygnus, that held true, mostly. He was a businessman after all, and even on his vacations, he dressed a certain way. He also took care of himself, even in his old age. He wore a simple shirt, short-sleeved and meant to be buttoned, but he left it open, his taught, powerful chest and chiseled core visible, and a pair of simple shorts that he could swim in, if he pleased.

Meeting up with the family again proved to be a shock to him. Of all the things he expected to see, seeing his son's girlfriend dressed like that was not one of them. Altair looked away, and Lyra was wholly against it, expecting her father to say something, anything. But Cygnus was pretty quiet. He hated to admit it, but he found his eyes magnetized to her, making it difficult for him to look at anything else. He was only able to find the strength to look away after she tied Castor's shirt around her waist, and that had little to do with his own willpower and more of the view being obscured from him.

Now he had to walk while being angry with himself, angry that he was checking out the woman that he wanted so desperately to be rid of. Even worse, during their hike, he still couldn't keep his eyes off her. Her tan skin glistened in the sunlight, her sweat streaking down her chest in a way that made him all too aware of it. He couldn't help but huff, trying his best to maintain some decorum and self-respect. He was older, but he was still a male, his blood running red hot.

"Too much time behind a desk for one of them, and the other probably spends her time sleeping if she's not with her kids." Snorted Cygnus in response, teasing his kids. "Don't know what Castor's excuse is, especially if you're this...fit." He regretted saying that, worried that the comment would give away that he was noticing her. "But it's good to know that I've still got it." Youth was not on his side, but that didn't make him weaker, though even he was feeling the heat and the effort, sweat dribbling down between his pecs and along his abdomen, tracing the etched-out, defined muscles.

Castor rolled his eyes, and that was all that he could muster. The hike was more exhausting for him than he wanted to admit, and he was afraid that if he said anything, he would expose how tired and out of breath he was becoming. He wouldn't have to wait for long though, the hike through the forest and mountains coming to an end soon enough.

Just as Cygnus had promised, they had come to a nice pool formed by a miniature waterfall continuously dumping into it, the running water keeping it cool and from being stagnant. There was plenty of sun, but plenty of places for shade. It was a beautiful spot, the kind that you only heard about in books and saw depicted in art and photos. The cool water was calling to most of them, eager to jump in and cool down, or just sit and take a load off.

 

[PreciousKitten]

Viorica looked quite puzzled at first at the genuine compliment coming from Cygnus, not entirely sure just how she was meant to deal with this newfound development and her brain threatened to short circuit right there on the spot. While it was true, the feline had massive amounts of stamina and energy, most of the time she held some of it back so as not to make Castor feel too left out since he was unable to keep up with her. Despite the mutually beneficial relationship being more about convenience then actual feelings, she figured she owed him at least that much to keep his fragile male ego intact. "Most of that is because I tend to pace myself so that Castor does not end up getting left behind, I have tried to get him to go work out with me, but it is impossible to wake him up early in the morning."

It actually painted a different side to the female that most never got the chance to see, a sort of empathy that was usually kept hidden deep down so that it could not be used against her as a weapon. Her eyes narrowed a bit at that line of thought, simply shaking her head to be rid of the notion altogether and kept pushing herself even further until the two in front came upon a miniature waterfall that made her openly stare and let out a tiny gasp. Viorica could not recall ever seeing something this majestic before, and it allowed her mind a bit of reprieve from the heat and mild exhaustion trying to set in. "Wow, you certainly were not kidding about this place being gorgeous..."

She took the opportunity to remove the shirt she was wearing, revealing a frilled pastel lilac bikini top that was actually quite beautiful in design and how it fit her body. Viorica hesitated and chose to keep her shorts on, not willing to risk the possible wrath of Castor's sister for parading around half naked in front of her children. It took a bit of effort to lean down and remove both shoes, allowing them to rest on the ground nearby as the female padded over to the edge of the crystalline pool and casually dipped a foot inside to gauge temperature. Her demeanor melted almost on the spot, choosing to take the leap and jump in without a second thought and splashing Lyra and her children who looked quite pleased at the idea of doing the same.

"I wouldn't do what I just did, you guys. It is actually quite chilly in here!" Viorica even exaggerated a bit by shivering, trying to dissuade them from following her poor example. It looked like it worked as they in turn chose to wade in along with Lyra, leaving the feline to casually lean back into the oncoming waterfall and let the rapids drench both her hair and tail as a means of cooling back off for the return trip.

"Castor, aren't you coming in?" The question was posed with a tilted head from the neko, usually he would have been all for this kind of activity and yet right now he seemed to be hesitating just a bit. Her features set into an unreadable expression when she received no clear-cut answer, simply letting it be and wading off toward the deeper end of the pool for a bit of personal solace. 'It is unlike Castor to be so quiet, perhaps this tension with his father is finally starting to get to him.'

Viorica felt a pang of guilt shoot through her chest, actively reaching up with one hand to press against her left breast as if hoping to find something actually wrong and instead nothing was out of the ordinary. Could this truly be a form of guilt, and if it was, why did it just start to develop now of all times.

 

[Naturan]

"Hmm, Castor has let himself go." It wasn't that surprising to him, no. His son had always been more of a 'free spirit', the polite way of saying lazy. There were genuine free spirits, and then there was Castor. The boy bucked against any form of rigidity in his life. Discipline was not his strong suit, nor was drive, it seemed. In a way, though, he felt oddly better, knowing that his son's girlfriend, for all the bad impressions she had made upon him, was actually trying to get him to do something, even if it was as simple as working out. Perhaps she wasn't just a leech after all.

But it also bothered him to know that his son had not changed at all. After all these years of trying to get him into the gym, to get him to care about his body, or even something more extrinsic, even his minx of a girlfriend couldn't get him to go with her. With her. That thought made him groan inwardly, because now he realized he was still thinking about her body, and that gave him pause. He couldn't get it the image of her outfit out of his head, and it bothered him. He didn't like her, he wasn't supposed to find her attractive, not least of all because she was his son's lover. With age was supposed to come wisdom and restraint, but he clearly he was struggling with that part. He wasn't old enough, he supposed.

As Viorica, Lyra, and the grandchildren all made their way into the pool, he watched with a smile, enjoying hearing the laughter of his family. Even Altair jumped into the water, purposefully splashing his sister and niece, and nephew. He didn't jump in quite yet, just watching for a while. That was when he noticed the conversation between Castor and Viorica, and how one-sided it was. An eyebrow raised, he looked to Castor. "Why not join in? Your girlfriend is waiting for you."

Castor looked to him, an eyebrow raised of his own. "You don't want to see that." Either he was trying to genuinely spare his father an irritant, or he was trying to cut through Cyngus's stubbornness. Either way, it worked, and he didn't like it. "I'm fine sitting for now, anyway. Need to catch my breath." He admitted. In truth, he was a little embarrassed by his father's comments before, not being able to keep up with the older man.

Cygnus sighed, shaking his head. He hated feeling like this was his fault, at least partially. So, he dropped his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders and stepping into the pool, wading through slowly. His long tail floated atop the water, swaying atop the surface as he paused, taking a moment to splash his grandchildren for a bit, chuckling before he approached Viorica, stopping front of her.

He stared at her silently for a moment. Yes, stared, and not because he needed to find the courage to say what he wanted to say, but because he was becoming a bit more enthralled with her appearance on this trip. Ironcially, deciding to be in the heat had backfired on him, and he was just glad she didn't know it yet. He would not be able to live if she knew she had that over him.

"...I know what I said about a truce before." He finally started. "And then what I did after...but I don't want to ruin this trip. So...as long as we're with the family...I will do my best to lay down my arms." He told her, before quickly adding. "So long as you do not push me." He glanced back at Castor, he was simply sitting with his feet in the water.

 

[PreciousKitten]

As she waded in the water it was clear that there were plenty of thoughts occupying her mind at that moment, one of them being the stubbornness that Castor was displaying in spades today. It was not unusual for him to act up whenever the neko tried to get him to do something physical, barring the appeal of being intimate of course. Even then, sometimes there were days when the young dragon would actively only participate and do the bare minimum required and left her unsatisfied while he had turned over to go to sleep oblivious to her distress. Her eyes widened a little as she noted the approach of Cygnus, choosing to remain as calm as possible and wait to hear what he had to say before responding.

Viorica was left to openly gape a little at the notion of a legitimate truce between them, not at all expecting him to propose such a thing and it gave her a newfound perspective in terms of his character. Not that she would openly admit to any of this out loud, especially not in front of Castor simply because he tended to have an inferiority complex when it came to his own father.

She knew part of the reason that they were so strained in the first place, it was because the younger dragon felt out of place when put alongside his two siblings and their driven patriarch. Despite trying to assure him that his family adored him just the way that he was, Castor was remiss to hear it or believe a single word. Fingertips took to running through some of the locks that were sleek from the water, assuring that it would not simply begin to tangle up on the spot before deciding to actively speak.

"That is...admirable of you, Cygnus. I must admit to that much. To have you actually take the first step actively surprised me - but I will accept your terms." Where her words before were laced with nothing but venom and disgust, now there was another layer added into the mix - a modicum of mutual respect for the older male that was not there before. Her gaze was lifted to lock onto his own, noting a kind of emotion flickering within the depths that caused her to question what it actually was. Viorica did not really dwell on it for too long, seeing as she was all but splashed head to toe by one of the children who giggled maniacally.

"Oh? It appears that someone is looking to have a splash war on their hands..." Viorica cooed out in a tone that spoke of retribution, though obviously geared toward being feigned and infused to the brim with sarcasm. She carefully brought back one of her arms and flung it forward with a bit of force behind the motion, successfully able to produce a wave that drenched the little boy and cause him to laugh out loud while wiping the water from his face. "Aunty Vi is fun!"

Viorica gasped at the nickname that he had given to her, another deep-set wound that she had thought to be dead and buried quickly coming back to the surface. Castor was quite against the idea of having children of his own, viewing them as adorable to look at and spend time with in short doses - but having his own just seemed to be too much of a hassle. Another point of contention between the budding couple, because the Nekomata would positively adore having a child or two of her own to love and dote on.

"Perhaps it is best if I get out for a bit, I think I need a little bit of time to think." Viorica attempted to sound detached as she meekly smiled between Cygnus and the nephew and waded over to the edge before pulling herself out shortly after. As the feline promptly began to walk away toward a section that possessed some shaded trees, it was obvious with the tears welling in her eyes that the words and emotion behind them had ended up stabbing her like a knife to the heart.

'Can I really do this anymore? Castor knows how much I want kids - I had hoped to be able to repair the relationship between his father before actually breaking things off with him..."

 

[Naturan]

Cygnus watched her again as he waited for her words. Yes, he was still drinking in the curves of her perfect body and the way the water looked so perfect on her deeply tanned skin, he couldn't help himself. But he was looking for more than that, this time. He was looking for a sign. The last blow had been struck by him, so to speak, so he didn't know what to expect out of her. She could just as easily rebuff him, and nothing would change, an outcome he wasn't sure if he wanted or not. A truce like this was not an easy one to make, nor an easy one to maintain, after all.

Her words brought him some relief, even if they were a bit jaded, in his eyes, but the tone she spoke in was a sign that things were headed in the right direction. He sighed in relief, visibly relaxing slightly as she spoke, accepting his terms. "Thank you, Viorica." He couldn't guarantee how the rest of the day or even tomorrow would go, but for now, they could enjoy themselves, of this he was sure. The proof was in the pudding when his little grandson surprised her with a splash attack, and quite a big one too. It was...cute, the way Viorica immediately dove into playing with him, splashing him back.

Any apprehension he had about such a truce was casually wiped away, at least for the most part. She could be kind to his family, most of them anyway, and that was good enough. He still didn't like the way she treated Castor, but she could be good to the children. He did give pause when he hear the words "Aunty Vi" come out of his grandson's mouth. That...was concerning. Cygnus himself still didn't consider her part of the family, and he doubted he ever would.

But what was even more concerning was the reaction that elicited from the woman. She seemed to pause and suddenly, all the playful energy she'd held was gone. She waded away and Cygnus looked confused, as did his nephew. But the boy simply waded off to play with his sister and uncle, splashing them instead. Cygnus smiled at his nephew and children before he looked over at Castor, who had been watching the two curiously, but turned his gaze when his father looked his way.

He wandered over to the young dragon. "Castor, I think you should go talk to your girlfriend." That...was a sentence that pained him to say. He'd been trying so hard to keep her away from him but now he was sending her to go talk to him? He sounded crazy to himself, and he hated that sentence entirely, but it was his way of trying to demonstrate that he was trying for now. Putting on airs for his son, to speak.

"Why? So I can cheer her up after you probably pissed her off?" Castor asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Look Dad, I saw you two talking, and you obviously pissed her off. I don't know what you said, but I don't appreciate-"

"Castor look I-"

"I don't appreciate," Castor continued on, "You treating her like that. You should be the one to apologize, not me on your behalf."

On one hand, Cygnus wanted to throttle his son, but on the other hand...if no one heard what was said between them, he could see how it would seem like something had happened, especially with their combative history. He scowled, how could his son be so obstinate at the worst time, and passive at the rest? He wondered if being with the Nekomata had contributed to this, he couldn't tell and he likely wouldn't know.

Rather than keep speaking to Castor, he simply turned around, though he made sure to splash his son with his tail. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, holding the bridge of his nose in his fingers before speaking up. "Okay, I figure we can hang out here a bit longer, and then head back." Those words got a groan out of Castor. "Another hour or two of fun and then we can look at dinner!" He was sure everyone was tired from the travel, anyway. Still, while he was trying to guide the course of this vacation, his mind kept wondering...

Just what was it that bothered Viorica? He didn't know what happened, and he didn't think he should ask. That was Castor's job, even if his hard-headed son didn't seem to think so. If not...he would ask at dinner. If something was going on between the two of them, he wanted to know.

 

[PreciousKitten]

The heat from the sunlight was calmed a bit when she found herself drenched in the shade, able to sprawl out along the grass on her back and actively look up at the tree line and once more those thoughts from before came filtering in. She was not the least bit surprised when Castor looked to avoid engaging her at all, likely already having a clue what was going on and simply choosing to ignore the existence of it instead of taking accountability. His family thought of him as the perfect man, sweet and innocent - but what they did not see was how cold that he could be behind closed doors.

Blue optics flitted lazily across the family still located inside of the pool, even finding herself actively staring at Cygnus and admiring the musculature that defined his physique. Unlike Castor who was slim and lean, his father was a different beast altogether and held toned muscle that was both defined and chiseled from obvious work and maintenance. Here he was, almost double the age of his son and obviously in much better health physically. She shook her head to try and get rid of that imagery, but even when her eyes shut it was like that mental picture remained burned on the inside of both eyelids.

Her body language spoke volumes as she noted the way Castor finally saw fit to meet her gaze, an expressionless notion visible for her whereas he hid it from the rest of his family. This was a side that only Viorica had seen up until now, choosing to remain the bad guy rather than expose him for what he actually was. She had thought he was able to be saved, to encourage him to better himself and that her persistence and encouragement would have made some kind of difference in his personality and actions.

'How foolish I really was, he is sadly beyond redemption as he is now...' That thought alone caused her heart to ache, knowing that if Cygnus would ever find out how cold and calculating his youngest could truly be it was likely to break his heart. Despite their differences, she was more than ready and willing to play the part of the bratty feline so that the older dragon could retain his image of a perfect family.

After being raised on an abusive lifestyle when she was younger due to her father who was a habitual drinker, it made it a lot easier to numb herself to the abuse and take it as something normal and every day. Not that Castor was physically abusive, no. If anything, his special brand of neglect was more often than not emotional and quite passive aggressive when it was actually used.

Viorica pulled herself back up after resting inside of the shade for around an hour, spreading both of her arms up and above her head and the bikini top she wore pushed her breasts up in the process. She yawned softly, showing off the fangs that were usually kept hidden as if awakening from a true cat nap rested and replenished. Her pose was relaxed as she joined back up with the rest of the family, hearing from Cygnus that it was about time to depart back down the mountain so they would be able to go and partake in a proper dinner.

"Sounds good to me, I am actually quite hungry." She managed to utter out with the tiniest of smiles gracing her lips, but that was subdued when Castor looked over at her and it was silently telling her to put the act back into place. Her ears tilted back a little but stood back up soon after, having to become more emotionless even though inside it was starting to actually hurt her.

The trek back down to the place they were staying was relatively silent, with Viorica choosing to avoid pretty much everyone even though she now had Cygnus trying to question her as to the sudden switch in her attitude. Despite a desperate wish to be honest with him after all this time, once again the Nekomata choose silence. After arriving back at the vacation home, it took not even twenty minutes for her to be clad from head to toe in a stunning dress that complimented her figure. The adults partaking in a glass of imported wine and Viorica sipped at it with moderate interest.

When it came time for the food to be served, she was picky about putting anything into her mouth at all. Castor did not look to be too concerned about it, instead all but shoving food in like he did not have a care in the world. She sighed gently, forcing another morsel past her lips even though the female could not actively taste it as it went down.

 

[Naturan]

The rest of their time at the pool was a mixed bag for Cygnus. He spent most of it playing with his family, splashing his grandkids and playing marco-polo with them. He enjoyed it, he really did, but something gnawing at the back of his head the entire time. Not everything was as peachy between Castor and Viorica as he was led to believe, he could see that now. Was it wrong of him to feel excited at the thought? He couldn't help but glance back at her throughout his time playing. Yes, it was curiosity, but it was also lecherous, his gaze falling to her breasts as she rested.

He shook his head. He was being nosy, it wasn't his business to know. He should just leave it be and hope for the best outcome. That was what he told himself, at least. Putting that into practice was harder than anything though, and during the walk back to the resort, once again he and Viorica were ahead of the pack with Castor being even slower than before. It was the perfect opportunity to ply her with questions about what was happening.

Questions she ignored of course, and it was hard not to feel somewhat incensed and slighted by the silence. She didn't even tell him no or to shut up. He was just treated with silence, and that was far more frustrating than being told off. At least he was being acknowledged then. He tried not to let his rising frustration grow any further. She was in no mood, he knew that, and the last thing he wanted was for them to blow up in front of the family.

By the time they reached the resort, dinner was ready, and the family was happy to eat, changing into more fitting clothes. Her dress was beyond stunning, earning more than just a few glances from not just Cygnus, but even Altair. He was beginning to realize just how easy it must have been for her to seduce Castor because it was affecting himself and even his eldest son. But at least his eldest son had the ability to focus on his plate after a while.

Cygnus struggled with that. His eyes always wandered back to her, but to his credit, there was a lot more going on with her and with Castor than Altair mentioned. Altair also probably wasn't as... pent-up as the elder dragon was. It had been a while since he'd gotten any sort of sexual satisfaction. First, he had his kids to worry about, then when they were gone he threw himself into his work, pausing only for family. He hadn't put in the time to search for a partner, rather long-term or for anything more...temporary. Pent-up was the nicest way to put it, but it also made it easier for him to write off.

The dinner conversation was somewhat pleasant, but Castor was busy stuffing himself with food and wine, and Viorica was silent through most of it, eating very little. She looked as though the food bored her, as if it were not up to her standards, and he sighed, believing this was the return of the snobby brat he thought her to be. Maybe the pool just had some kind of magic to it, and that was why it had vanished for a bit, he couldn't be sure. He just tried to enjoy his meal.

As the meal went on, so did the conversation for the most part, until slowly, people began to filter away from the table, retiring to the rooms as the sun set, casting darkness over the skies. First was Lyra and her grandkids. She was tired, but she couldn't sleep if they weren't going to sleep first, so she bid them all ado, the two kids waving goodnight to everyone. Altair was next, leaving not to sleep, but to explore what the island had to offer in its nightlife, an understandable desire.

Castor was next, having practically fallen asleep at the table, his belly stuffed with food and wine. He needed the help of the resort staff to make it back to his room without toppling over, a sight that made Cygnus snort. Now it was just him and Viorica, the two of them alone. He knew he shouldn't, he should keep his mouth shut and focus on his meal or anything else, but he had to comment.

"Dinner not good enough for you?" He asked somewhat sarcastically, eyebrow raised.

 

[PreciousKitten]

Viorica had to bite back a sarcastic remark when Castor was all but forcibly escorted from the table, clearly partaking in way too much wine and unable to take himself to bed. It was typical, he had no self-control and would usually end up becoming black out drunk or pass out and leave her to deal with the aftermath. She casually rolled the fork against the plate, forcing another decent morsel past her lips despite the queasiness that took place inside of her stomach. It was hard not to notice Cygnus and his stoic glare, likely thinking that the sudden change in her attitude was her reverting to old ways - oh, how wrong the older man actually was.

Both ears perked up visibly at the comment of the food not being to her liking, all she managed at first was a heavy sigh that was shaky at the end of it. This was usually the time when the two of them would end up breaking into an argument and need to be pulled apart physically, but Viorica honestly did not want to fight right now. "It is not that, I assure you - I am merely not feeling too well at the moment and fear I might get sick if I eat too much."

Her gaze wandered down onto the table, that same upset inside of her stomach churning violently until she was able to get it back under control. Viorica was hesitant to explain the real reason, but due to the glass of wine she had been able to take in it loosened the usually silent set of lips. "It was the way that Lyra's little boy called me Aunty, it kind of brought up something that is a delicate topic for me. You see - Castor is by no means willing to have children." The Nekomata halted for a moment, gauging the emotions on the dragon's face before continuing. "He has told me this multiple times, despite the fact that I do want them."

Airing it out felt rather cathartic, as if the weight she had been forced to endure on her own was now being shouldered by someone else. Viorica managed to lock eyes with Cygnus, actively eating some more of the food and managing to put away a decent amount now that the knot in her stomach had eased. Lips were pressed together as she carefully pushed the half eaten plate toward the center, choosing now to put the cherry on top as to why it bothered the feline so much. "Even knowing this, he has stopped me at any time from leaving the relationship. Castor is - emotionally persuasive despite his looks."

To feel trapped in a farce of a relationship that would inevitably end with one of the people involved being more than miserable would have been more than enough to make that person bitter. Tears were created and held back inside of slitted blue optics, outright refusing to cry in front of Cygnus and that was a line that the female refused to cross right now. She sniffled softly, reaching to grab a napkin and delicately dab at both eyes to get rid of them before exhaling forcefully.

"There, you have your answer. Hopefully it is enough to satisfy your curiosity." Viorica said in a shaky tone, not the least but venomous or even hostile - more like the female was truly and utterly broken. "If that is all - perhaps I should attempt to go get some rest. After all, I imagine you have-" Viorica somehow stopped dead in her tracks as a scent all but assaulted her senses and it seemed to be coming from the older dragon. It left the Nekomata to actively pant as if the air around her went up by about ten whole degrees, unsure of how her wobbly legs were supporting her body at this point and remaining standing.

 

[Naturan]

Cygnus raised an eyebrow. Not because he was wrong...well yes, because he was wrong, but had more to do with the curiosity of why she would subject herself to eating still, despite feeling ill. But just as confused as he was, he felt a little ping of guilt in his chest. He had caused her, and he was wrong. If he was mad, he was a little mad at himself for jumping to conclusions. "I'm sorry." he apologized to her.

But never in his life had he expected to hear her continue on, the words that spilled from her mouth, his eyes widening in surprise. "Castor doesn't want...?" That couldn't be right. Admittedly, he'd always hoped for more grandkids, and so far only Lyra had given him any to begin with, but he'd still hoped for some from either of his sons, even if he had hoped Castor's wouldn't have been with the Nekomata before him. Even more shocking was the fact that she wanted them, something he would never have guessed.

The hits kept coming too. As she talked, he could tell she was feeling more and more, continuing to speak about her relationship with his son. That ping of guilt had expanded into an ache now, welling up inside of his belly as she spoke, and he was not one easily moved by emotion. "I...I'm sorry..." He apologized again to her, unsure of how to proceed from here. For once, he was lost, unsure of what to say. "I didn't know that was the status of your relationship..."

Castor was effectively holding her hostage is what she'd told him. A part of him didn't want to believe it. Why should he? She was the enemy, she could be lying on his son to turn them against each other. But as terrible as he had believed her to be, he didn't believe she was that crooked, and with what he'd seen today..? No, he was sure that she wasn't lying. Just what in the world was going on between them...

He watched as she dabbed at her eyes with the napkin and then he stood up, sighing as she prepared to leave. He could hear the hurt in her voice and now he had switched his mood from antagonist to caring, even if he hadn't wanted to. She was moved, hurt, broken even, and he couldn't leave that be. "Viorica.." He started as she broke her sentence. He'd thought she was finished, but he could see the look on her face that something else was going on, but he didn't get to ask what, because he would find out next.

It hit him like a truck, her scent filtering into her nose, igniting a fire in him. It was his fault, he wondered. He'd been staring at her all day, aroused by her, even. It was only a matter of time before the pheromones released, and the reaction in her created one in him. He'd only stood to give her a proper apology, but now he was approaching her with grit teeth, and a pace that belied intention. "Viorica.." He started to speak, struggling to keep his voice even.

A hand was placed on her shoulder, a bad call probably, but it was intended to help her stand. "Viorica...are you okay...?" He asked, his voice low, gravely almost. His tail stood tall behind him, an obvious sign of dominance and an instinctual intention of declaration. Had it been his wife, he didn't think it would get this far before they...

 

[PreciousKitten]

Viorica could both sense and feel the heat bubbling up beneath the very surface of her skin even now, mind frantically trying to come up with a way out of this as the telltale signs of her body going into heat hit like a ton of bricks. 'No no no, I was supposed to be good for another week at least!' The feline was at a loss for how to get away from Cygnus now, especially when his own pheromones assaulted her nostrils and caused a sweet and fragrant bouquet to be released in turn. Fuck, it became difficult for her soft blue eyes to focus properly as they became dilated and relaxed, primal instincts taking over and screaming to abuse the presence of the virile male currently touching her shoulder.

"You...have to - back away." Her chest rose and fell in time with each rapid breath, but even as those words were uttered, newly claw adorned fingers were insistent on grabbing onto Cygnus and his shirt as an insurance that he would remain at arm's reach. Lips parting and the fangs from before were visible, easily double the size that they usually were and poking out whenever she would close her mouth to try and regain some semblance of a rational mind. "My heat-" Viorica stuttered out but was interrupted by a whine that resounded inside of her throat before coming out in full.

She could note the way his tail was standing up behind him, something about that sounded familiar to what Castor might do on occasion when the hormones acted up and were almost rampaging within his veins. Her breathing was rapid and came out in audible pants, somehow able to allow herself to be led toward the nearest room which just so happened to be his own before finding her body all but pressed to the wall in a matter of seconds. "Ohhh god, yesss" The last word coming out in a form of a purr, indicating that the feline was truly feeling it at the moment.

Instead of attempting to push Cygnus away at this point, her hands were used to deftly wrap around the expanse of his back and pull him in closer. Viorica was beyond stopping as her lips met his own in a kiss that was both sensual and demanding all at once, a myriad of moans and whimpers sounding out and being swallowed in turn by the older dragon who saw fit to dominate her in turn. A small line of drool falling from her lips as the two parted only when the need for oxygen became prevalent.

'I should be waking up Castor for this...but who am I kidding- there is no way that lush would wake up from his wine coma.' Viorica was through trying to come up with a reason to deny herself the chance to find actual relief, and a part of her was able to tell that Cygnus would eagerly ensure that her needs were well taken care of unlike his son. She could no longer contain herself, wrapping both legs around his waist in turn only after hiking up the skirt of her dress so that the only means of fabric barring him from entry was a skimpy frill of black lace that could easily be ripped off if he saw fit.

"Please, I beg of you - put it inside. I need something right now or I feel like I might explode!" Viorica was instinctually becoming more submissive both in attitude and even her posture, ears being flattened against the top of her head and even the way her fluffy tail was lowered instead of raised like usual. It indicated being receptive, both to the dragon male in her presence and all of the things he likely wanted to do with her. To sweeten the deal, one of her hands reached down between them to move the fabric out of the way and show off a rather soaked pair of swollen folds that were by now drenched in her own juices. God, barely even a hint of touch and already her pussy was twitching like crazy.

 

[Naturan]

She wanted him to back away, her clawed fingers grabbing onto his shirt in an attempt to keep him from getting too close, but the problem with that was that he didn't want to move away. Her scent was thinner when he was further away, just thin enough to attract him, to bring him closer, but now that he was within arm's reach of her, he couldn't bring himself to back away from her. Her scent was impossibly sweet, impossibly savory, and impossibly demanding. He'd liked to believe that if he weren't so pent-up, if he hadn't been so hot and bothered all day he would have been able to resist.

"Your heat..." He knew what it was when she said it, it explained everything about this moment. He couldn't keep the rumble out of his chest, the almost predatory growl from his throat as he spoke. "Let me help..." She was trying to hold him back, but he was stepping forward, pushing against her arm in an attempt to get close to her. He wanted to be close to her, he needed to be closer to her.

His nostrils flared, greedily inhaling more of her scent, which only fueled the fire he was feeling in his loins, which in turn caused him to inhale more, creating a neverending cycle. He never stood a chance. Already, he could feel the blood rushing to his groin, a tent forming in his pants as his rod stiffened and lengthened, quickly beginning to strain against his shorts. He was a lost cause, but a part of him, a tiny voice in his head was reminding him how terrible an idea this was, how important it was that he withdrew. Not because he didn't like this woman, that didn't even factor in because of the conversation they'd had when this started.

It was because this was his son's girlfriend, his son's lover. The last thing he needed to do was sleep with his son's girlfriend, Castor would hate him forever, and so would his other children. But that voice was immediately silenced the moment he heard Viorica's purr, sending a shudder down his spine and along his tail all the way to its tip. His toes curled as he was pulled up in closer, finally allowed to embrace her. There was no hope for him now, and he didn't give a damn. There was no room for guilt or restraint in the moment, only the satisfaction of the heated feline before him, sending him into a rut.

Their lips crashed against one another's, his mouth quickly dominating hers. It wouldn't be long before his tongue would make its way between her lips, moving against hers in slow, languid strokes, letting him fully taste her mouth. By the time they'd parted, he was panting heavily, the bulge in his shorts threatening to tear through it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the tent in his pants pressed firmly between their hips as his hands held her, supporting her weight with relative ease.

"Fuck..!" He hissed between his teeth, hips rolling against hers as she begged for him to take her. The moment she moved her panties out of the way, the full force of her scent hit him, the heat of her drooling pussy felt against his shorts. He supported her with one hand, using the other to drop both his shorts and his briefs, letting them pool around his ankles on the floor. He had to fuck her, he had to breed her!

"Hold on, hold on..!" Even if she couldn't see it, she could feel it, the weight of his cock as it rested against her sex, it's heat radiating against her skin. It's length as it reached beyond her belly button, and its girth as it throbbed and pulsed against her. He was much bigger than Castor was. He used both his hands to lift her slightly, dragging her sex against his shaft until his thick cockhead was pressed firmly against her entrance, spreading her lips. He didn't wait, he didn't taunt or tease her. Instead, he lowered her onto his cock, driving his length firmly into her, filling her with inch after inch, thickness spreading her needy folds. His cock throbbed happily inside of her, his chest rumbling against her as he groaned.

 

[PreciousKitten]

To say that the sensations sparking violently behind both eyes felt overwhelming was a vast disservice to the word itself, at that moment it was as if she was unable to recall a time when Castor had proved to drive the feline this insane with want. Cheeks were positively flushed a crimson hue as the heat began to fully take over, no longer able to think of a reason to deny the urges that were pushing her into the males' arms without a moment's reprieve. Viorica struggled to remain still as Cygnus all but begged for her to be at least a little patient with him, but the notion that such a virile candidate was within arm's reach caused the arousal inside of her stomach to spike to even greater heights.

Lips were parted to let out a gasp as she could no doubt feel the heat radiating from both her pussy and the throbbing girth that was toying along her slit in search of the silken tunnel that would bring them both to another plane of ecstasy. No sooner than the head was pressed inside her walls were fluttering in a manner that sought to actively milk him and tighten around him so that he would be unable to pull back out without permission.

Viorica felt the way that her entire body started to shake, struggling a little to relax so that Cygnus was able to push himself all of the way in and whimpering profusely when he finally bottomed out against her cervix. The nekomata could actively feel him pressing against the area and it was sensitive enough to make her hips rolls back and forth as if to ease the mild ache that came along with the newfound sensation of being so damn full.

Castor held nothing on the extreme girth that his father had, seeing as when one of her hands reached down to press against the length of her lower stomach, she could actually feel Cygnus poking through the front. All she could do was actively whine as the sensation of being stretched beyond comprehension eased a bit of the discomfort the feline felt moments prior, now with relief in sight the ache blossomed into a blazing inferno.

Any thoughts of going to bed and being forced to sleep it off shattered into a million pieces at the feel of him twitching inside of her, giggling softly at the way his chest rumbled with each sound he made. Viorica could no longer simply wait and be a passive partner in this encounter, using the grip that both hands now had along either shoulder to cautiously pull herself up before slamming back down roughly enough that the audible smacking sound echoed throughout the room. "Ffuckk, so damn big!"

Both of her ears were now perked upright as the feline took to roughly impaling herself onto the obscene girth that was now stretching out her pussy, able to feel the way her swollen folds were all but dripping in a familiar creamy substance that was just proof of how aroused she was in the moment. It had been ages since the tanned goddess had felt this kind of euphoria, so overwhelming that each clap of her full ass and hips onto his lap was enough to make her outright scream.

"Already...cumming - God, you have no business being this damn good." Viorica hissed out as she felt inner thighs tighten and walls clamp down to signal the first orgasm of the evening, shaking much like a leaf as despite the act of release Cygnus had made no real signs of stopping and instead seemed to be lifting her up and dropping her on his own terms now. "Yes, yes, again - fuck my naughty little pussy and make me cum so hard I pass out!"

Tongue was sticking out as nostrils flared with each harsh pant of oxygen filling her lungs, by this point any shred of morals having flown out of the window and all that was left was a primal little kitten that wanted to be fucked repeatedly until he saw fit to fill her fertile womb properly. Viorica should be ashamed of even thinking of allowing the older dragon to fill her to the brim with his seed, while the heated mindset was already looking forward to being pelted so hard on the inside that it would end up leaking out with no more room to occupy.

 

[Naturan]

Never in his days had Cygnus thought he woulkd ever feel as good as this. It was maddening, the way her folds clung to him, wrapped so tightly around his girth that not a single inch of his cock was untouched, the two fully introduced to one another in their entirety. She was more than warm, she was hot, almost scorchingly so, but rather than pain, it was pure bliss she burned him with, causing him to hiss.

He nearly came just from sheathing himself inside of her, his toes curling as he demanded that his body halt any orgasm yet. Still, fine motor controls only went so far, his body loosing just a bit more precum within her. His cockhead was pressed firmly against her cervix, meeting it in an intimate kiss, smearing his heated lubricant against the canal's entrance as his hips ground against her. So rare was the person to take all of him, especially without prep.

For the first time in his life, he was jealous of his son. Jealous that he got to experience this with this Nekomata as often as he wanted, as often as she allowed. It wasn't fair, it wasn-

She moved, raising her hips, sliding her slick folds up and along his cock. He groaned again, and his grip on her tightened. He knew what was next, but he couldn't prepare himself for it even if he wanted to. She let herself drop, bringing her hips down and spearing herself on his cock. That sweet, bubbly rump that he had been ogling earlier slapped against his hips again and again, and it was driving him crazy.

Crazy enough that he practcally roared, just as his hips roared to life, thrusting up against her ass with a fervor he hadn't known since his youth, and maybe not even there. Every thrust fond his cock pushing back against her cervix, and his balls, thick, large and heavy with his potent seed swung violently, slapping against her ass on occassion. The older dragon was more than twice the lover his son was, and he wanted her to know it.

"I'm gonna fuck this pussy of yours until you can't even walk-!" He gasped as his chest flexed against her, powerful arms flexing around her as he lifted her and drove her down to meet his swinging hips. "This pussy is to fucking good!" He growled, his animal instincts over taking him, cock throbbing as he approached that sweet orgasm.

He wasn't looking at Viorica as his son's girlfriend, or his enemy, or a nuisance. No, right now he only saw her as a fertile female in heat, begging for him to fuck her to satisfaction, to fill her beyond what she'd known with his seed. Castor be damned, tonight she belonged to him[/], and he needed her to know it. It would only take a few more swings of his hips before he started to cum, his balls hiking, thighs and muscled ass tensing as a torrent of his potent, hot seed erupted into her.

Jet after jet splashed against her walls, soaking her folds in heavy blankets of his thick seed, splashing against her cervix, drowning it even. It was beyond impressive, the amount of cum he produced, almost as if he truly had been saving it up all these years. Even more impressively, his hips didn't stop moving through his orgasm, nor did his cock soften, pushing up against her cervix again and again, each time letting loose a spurt of cum directly into the canal, intent on flooding her womb.

 

[PreciousKitten]

Viorica barely had the chance to bite into the pliant flesh of her lower lip to stop the scream that would have been loud enough to make their ears ring, meekly allowing clawed fingers to grip onto either shoulder in order to hold on for dear life as she felt him plunging into her from below. Eyelashes fluttering shut as tight as possible as the first torrential pelting of his seed inside of her womb had the kitten actively whimpering at the scalding heat. As if being driven on pure instinct alone, even as the first load of potent seed was deposited deep inside her it looked as if Cygnus was still very much eager and ready to go again.

"Ohhh godddd - you actually bred me!" This caused the neko to flinch a little, not even her boyfriend had done so, and it made the feeling of being full and her lower stomach even distending a little to accommodate the sheer volume of virile fluids. Instead of being scared or even turned off at the notion of the older dragon intent on breeding her, it caused the hormones running rampant to kick into overdrive at the knowledge that for once a virile male specimen was wanting to impregnate her.

She took to biting onto a balled-up fist, thighs trying to clench and failing to do so as the sensitivity was only made worse due to the bloated feeling and the massive dragon cock still embedded deep within her pussy. 'He still intends to fuck me even more?' Viorica all but found herself purring and the sound came from inside of her chest, sounding very much like a proper contented kitten. "Please breed me, Daddy. I want to make sure you get me nice and pregnant."

Triangular ears were once more flattened onto her skull, effectively even posturing herself into a more submissive manner as if primal instincts dictated that this was proper in terms of acknowledging a proper alpha male. God, even the notion that her heat was willing to put her into such an awkward position knowing that the older dragon was everything that it had ever wanted in a potential mate and partner. "Just don't stop, it has been sooo long since I have cum so hard."

She felt the way goosebumps littered across darkened skin, wincing a bit as he was still all but gaping her so much that there was no doubt her folds would be sore in the morning if not relatively loosened. Her eyes were unfocused and glazed over, icy gaze glancing down at the length of her stomach and crying out to see the obvious bulge that resided deep within. Her vocals letting go of a quiet mewling sound that was both meant to arouse and attract the chosen partner, drawing them in and making sure that the male remained interested enough to keep on going.

Dark brunette fur stood on end and even felt a bit drenched in sweat as her tail swayed lazily behind her, able to barely lift herself about an inch or so off of his girth before sliding back down and whimpering at the sensation. Even if she only moved an inch at best, the bumps and ridges along his cock were more than enough to stimulate parts inside of the felines body she did not know even existed until this night.

"So full of you already, but I still need so much more, Daddy." Viorica found herself purring out, the nickname seemed to stick, and the feline decided she enjoyed the way Cygnus would have to grit his teeth to keep from outright throbbing whenever she used it on him. Such an easy tell, but it was a good thing for him that the female had a fetish for being treated like a little brat.

 

[Naturan]

Her claws gripped his shoulder, the sting of them against his skin causing him to pull away from her grip and as a result, press tighter against her. "Hnnnghh..!" He groaned, feeling his balls hike and raise before dropping again, another final spurt of his seed pouring deep into her. It was instinct, he told himself. Instinct and practicality. He couldn't just cum on the floor, no. Every fiber of his body wanted him to breed her, to fill her with as much of his seed as he could, and who was he to fight his nature?

He couldn't stop his hips from moving, not even for a moment. They pulled back and pushed against her, drilling his cock into her depths again. They rolled and ground against her before pulling back, grinding against the swollen bud that was her clit before parting, only to reunite as he pulled her against him again. Her words only emboldened him, egging him on and pushing her further. She wasn't done yet, and neither was he. "I won't stop until I've bred you thoroughly," He rumbled between grit teeth, "Until my balls are empty and every last drop of my cum is deep in your womb."

She was so tight, impossibly tight to him. Every time he moved her or his cock, her walls gripped him tightly, for all she was worth almost. They refused to part with his cock, making their wild sex all the more enticing, all the more pleasurable. He could feel her pussy squelch around his cock, their combined fluids barely able to leak from her lips because of the tight seal she made around his shaft. "Daddy's going to fuck you properly," He hissed, "Fuck you the way you deserve." It was a promise, a guarantee, but it almost sounded like a thread.

He turned, and raised her up so that she was no longer being carried by him, but rather rested atop the table, putting her at waist height with him. His hands left her juicy rump, a tragedy to him, but it was not as pressing as his need to fuck her again, and to fuck her properly, better than before even. They find her legs, just at her thighs, and raised them, spreading them apart, opening her hips so that both of them could see his cock inside of her, bulging against her swollen tummy from within, an ode to how thick and big he was.

He knew that Castor wasn't doing her justice, the way she preened and purred, begging for him to fuck her. Every time she called him daddy, his chest rumbled with a possessive and needy growl. "I have so much more to give you, kitten." He promised her, his hips pulling back and slamming into her. It was a new angle, his hips just barely taller than hers, letting him put his weight into each swing of his hips.

The table creaked and shook beneath his thrusts, each slap rattling the empty plates and glasses on it. His hand let go of one of her legs and gripped her chin firmly between his fingers, forcing her face in his direction, his own hovering just inches above it. "Call me daddy again." He demanded, gaze unflinching. His hips slapped against hers once more, staying put and grinding his cock inside of her, stirring up the cum he'd already filled her with before thrusting again. "Tell me how much you need my cock. Tell me how much you love it."

 

[PreciousKitten]

Her eyes all but homed in at the mention of being gifted properly with each possible speck of cum that yet remained inside of his balls, the purring from before only intensifying as if already anticipating it. To say that her body was beyond aroused was redundant, already able to feel the telltale signs of yet another orgasm lingering among the aftershocks of the first and caused teeth to gnash in a broken-up whine. At first, she actively began to protest being sprawled out along the table as if a part of her brain thought this meant that Cygnus would actively stop. That notion was properly soothed as he joined her within moments, finding herself being lifted up and spread so that he would be able to see every inch of her pussy in its fully glory.

Viorica preened at the notion of being actively fucked until she could not possibly take it anymore, even now as the older dragon was all but ramming into her it did not bring up a singular shred of guilt. She began to push back onto each of the thrusts coming from Cygnus, hoping to get him even just a smidge deeper inside even though he was already bottoming out each time he pressed inside. The neko's body easily became a greedy little thing, cooing and even making tiny little mewling noises like Cygnus had managed to effectively tame the savage beast and now got the obedient and needy kitten instead.

She all but stuffed three fingers down the length of her throat, almost like the female needed something to occupy her throat and would not truly be satisfied until it happened. Lips wrapped along the digits and sucking on them with audible slurping sounds greeting the air, having the audacity to giggle when it only caused him to become even more fervent. "So much more for me? Mmm, yes, give it all to me." She slurred out happily, staccato whimpers coming out as internal walls once again clamped down so hard it hurt as she found herself squirting fluid out past the massive girth and swooning out loud.

By now, the clear fluids from before were becoming rather opaque and creamy in color and feel. It gave a true testament to how turned on Viorica was at the moment and even with a womb full of cum, she found herself still actively yearning for more until nothing else could possibly fit on the inside. Her eyes narrowed a little, gasping out in a surprised coo as she found her chin being gripped and forced to face Cygnus the entire time.

"Fffuck - Daddy, I need your cock to fill me up so badly. God, it's been too long since I have been made to feel like this." Viorica all but screamed as her head wrenched free from the grip, falling back onto the table in a mixture of shrill cries and begging. "Kitten loves Daddy's cock so much, it makes her cum like crazy and honestly makes her wonder how she ever went without it!" She was being truthful in that statement, after getting a true taste of what her sex life could be - was going back and setting for Castor really a valid option anymore?

"Shit, I never want Daddy to stop!"

 

[Naturan]

She was so greedy, her pussy so impossibly hungry in her heat that it bewildered him, sending him into a further frenzy. He was bottoming out inside of her already, his cock now fully intimate with her cervix as it met the narrow passage with every slap of their hips. Yet it demanded more, a hungry vacuum eager to take every inch of him she could muster, and then some.

His eyes fell to the union of their bodies, watching with pride and glee as his cock was exposed momentarily before sheathing itself inside of her needy little cunt over and over. He fucked her with such voracity, such hunger that her juices flew about, splashing between their hips, leaving their skin glistening with their juices and their sweat. Never had he thought he would end up with Viorica like this, between her legs and buried nearly balls deep within her, but he had never been so happy to be proven wrong before.

Her moans, her, juices, the tightness of her pussy as she squeezed his thick rod over and over, all of it was an aphrodisiac like no other. He wanted to make her cry out as loud as she could, till her voice was hoarse and she was out of breath. He needed to fuck her into submission, despite the fact she already had.

He watched as she slurped on her fingers, eyes glued to the tight seal of her lips around her digits, ears attuned to the loud slurping of her mouth. "Hnnnghh-!" He groaned, his cock throbbing that much harder at the sight, at her teasing. He almost lost himself, almost came as she squeezed around him even harder than before. He groaned again as her juices squirted onto his hips, splashing his lower abs, and dribbling down the flexed brick-like muscle.

His eyes locked upon hers as he held her face firmly, his grasp unwavering, never slipping. He grit his teeth, the barest of smirks coming to his lips as she told him what he wanted to hear. His cock throbbed every time she called him daddy, his balls slapping against the bottom of her cheeks with every swing, the mess of their fluids smattering against her ass as it dripped from her mess onto his sac. "Good girl," He purred between his grunts, praising her. "Daddy's going to breed you all night." His thumb traced along the length of her soft, full lips, caressing her before he slipped his thumb into her mouth. "You're not sleeping until my balls are empty and your cunt is full."

 

[PreciousKitten]

Viorica could take notice of the way he reacted to being teased with the oral fixation the feline possessed, filing that information away for later if the need for it ever arose. Throat producing a rumbling purring that started inside her chest and only grew with intensity, a lone finger reaching down to run along the engorged edges of her folds that were at the moment being stuffed to the absolute limit. She hissed out loud, noting how sensitive the area was, and no doubt lingered in her mind that the majority of the feline's body would be incredibly sore and possibly out of commission.

"Mm, please do Daddy." She countered with a smirk that held obvious tinges of her very primal nature, even after finding release almost three times within the span of almost an hour the dark tanned skin still felt like it was being actively licked by living flames. Sweat dripping profusely from her curvaceous frame and rivulets even fell to stain the wooden table below her body, giggling outright as her nimble tongue came into play and began to toy along the thumb that now resided inside the upper molten cavern.

She would not lie and say that her mental capacity did not phase in and out as the temperature of her bore reached dangerous limits, it was quite likely if not for Cygnus and his timely assistance that the nekomata would have been bedridden with a dangerously high fever for the remainder of their vacation. A heat cycle, especially when it came to that of a feline such as herself could be fatal if there was not a proper partner to assist in bringing about timely release to cool off the female's body.

Even as the time passed, all she could do was actively beg for more. Viorica even took to whimpering in such a manner that it sounded equal parts cute and lewd, ensuring that it kept Cygnus's attentions and made certain the older dragon would be eager and ready for even more. Internal muscles squeezing down on his cock for all they were worth, mewling so loud that a part of her brain recognized that Castor was sleeping barely a room or two away and could actually hear what was going on inside of his father's suite. Somehow, the notion of being caught only caused her to become even hotter.

"Yes, so much more. Give me all of it, every single drop of Daddy's cum." Viorica sounded half crazed at this point, having to pant as a means of maintaining a cooler temperature and filter in much needed oxygen that was pushed back out in a shrill scream each time Cygnus buried himself into the root and pressed against a gland that made her see a myriad of colors. "Fuuuck, you can even abuse my g-spot each time you're buried this damn deep!" She swooned as by now, inner thighs were aching in a delightful way and even moving them an inch proved to be fruitless since the legs were all but useless at the moment.

By the time the night was finally waning, there were at the very least around four massive loads vying for precious space inside of her fertile womb while the rest actively dribbled down and pooled heavily on the table. Massive breasts bounced as the force that he was using to keep pushing inside had not once wavered, even now Cygnus was able to keep up with the initial burst of stamina. A naughty little inkling crossed her mind, gazing up at him with wide eyes as she tried to muster the lustiest tone imaginable while admitting to her last request. "Cum all over me this last time, Daddy. Mark me with your scent and turn me into a proper little minx!"

 

[Naturan]

A part of Cygnus was growing possessive over her in this moment, he realized. The more he satiated her, and by extension himself, the more he felt the need to have her call him daddy, to have her be his kitten. She was wasted on Castor. The thought came and went in his mind, but he did not feel the least bit guilty about it. How could he when it was true? Clearly, Castor was attracted to her for a lot of the same reasons that Cygnus had been eyeing her all day. She was damn gorgeous, the way the sweat they two worked up during their breeding dribbled down her body, leaving her bronzed skin glistening. She was a goddess, yet he all but ignored her today at the pool.

The seductive little minx was a goddess all her own, an impossible beauty. How could he think anything else when she called him daddy yet again, giggling so seductively? He was disappointed in his son for not breeding her long ago, a far cry from how he felt earlier today. Her tongue was so hot and soft on his thumb, he shuddered in response to its touch.

He was lucky and cursed at the same time, that her heat had kicked in around him and the two were left alone. Lucky that his growing thirst for the Nekomata could be sated on this night, and cursed that she were his son's lover. But the thought that she was Castor's, that this act was even more forbidden, only emboldened him further in his rut, his male instincts demanding her claim her for himself. That's what he was doing, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Every time he made her mewl and cry, every time he made her cum or he emptied his balls inside of her, he was claiming her.

It was wrong, and he knew it, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't feel bad. He could only enjoy himself.

"Greedy little girl!" He hissed as he drove is cock into her again. That was it, he wasn't going to hold back any longer. Another familiar hike, another pull in his balls, his core tensing, glutes flexing as he loosed himself inside her once again, adding another load to the growing collection within her. It was no smaller than the others before it, and his cock still refused to soften under his orgasm, staying hard in the tight grip of her hungry little pussy, continuing to grind against her folds.

The time had gone by in a blur, and Cygnus had not realized how long they had been at it. The night was gone, and dusk was soon upon them, the sunlight casting a glow upon the semi-dark sky. The mess the two had made would not be easily cleaned, reduced only by the fact most of it had swelled up inside of Viorica's fertile womb, where his seed was no doubt eagerly seeking to be implanted. How an old drake like him could keep up with someone so young was nothing short of a miracle.

"I'll mark you," He promised her, panting hard as his hips rocked against hers, working him closer and closer to his final orgasm, "I'll cover that beautiful skin of yours in my cum." He promised her, his hips slapping against hers one last time. "You're mine-!" He growled the words as he pulled his hips back, the bumps of his cock grinding against her g-spot one final time as he unsheathed himself from the tight grip her pussy held on him. He was already cumming by the time he'd popped free, and it was bigger than the last. His thick seed splattered across her hips, and with his hand, he guided himself, making sure to splatter not just her belly, but her massive tits and her beautiful face with his cum, a healthy helping splashing against her chin and lips. By the time he'd finished, not an inch of her tits were uncovered with his seed, properly glazed.

 

[PreciousKitten]

As the light began to slowly peak into the room, it left Viorica all but falling limp onto the table behind her once Cygnus saw fit to pull free. Even as he all but proclaimed that she was his and that this indicated a proper marking, a pang could be felt inside of her chest as if knowing that this was all being said due to overheated pheromones and things would go back to normal within a couple of hours. Still, as each rope of thick and heavy seed coated both her facial features and breasts alike it gave her the chance to bask in what could have been. Even if the fantasy could only last another hour tops, since she still needed to rinse off before sneaking into the room and into bed alongside Castor before he woke up.

Lips parted and tongue swirled across the upper lip to procure a strand of the warm substance, moaning out loud as it tingled against the feline's taste buds and combined with the scent and pheromones that still lingered even minutes after the act of breeding concluded. Now that the fever of her heat began to subside a little, it allowed Viorica to become lucid enough to realize just what the two of them had done behind her boyfriend's back - and with his own father for crying out loud! She cursed under her breath, trying and failing at first to put weight onto her legs only to realize that they were by all intents useless.

"That...should not have happened." She finally managed to mutter out in a tone barely above a whisper in register, not that she regretted how it felt in the moment and how much her body now actively craved Cygnus in a way that was not exactly wholesome or proper. "I'm....sorry." Viorica struggled to keep a semblance of composure about her, especially since to get back to the room she would require the older dragon's assistance. Thighs and hips all but ached as she managed to put even some weight on them after around five minutes, noting that with her limited mobility it was likely she would remain at the suite for the rest of the day recuperating.

Viorica bit her lip as she accepted the help from Cygnus in putting the dress from the night before on again, ensuring that the seed covering the outside of her body had been rinsed off clean though there was little they could do about what was inside of her since most of it chose to all but absorb into her womb. There were some traces that leaked out even now, but the vast majority had disappeared and left the neko wondering if the pair would have yet another thing to worry about in the future if the act of breeding actually took.

"I appreciate you helping me out, Cygnus. God knows what would have happened if I was left alone all night." She shuddered to think of it, barely able to press a chaste kiss along his jawline before opening the door to the room that housed Castor and quietly shutting it behind her with a click. No sooner than her head met the pillow, the cat fell asleep with little encouragement being required.

It was about four hours later that she could sense Castor waking up, only because the subtle heat from him that was there before disappeared when he got out of the bed. Viorica frowned as she glanced out from under the covers, meekly bringing up the notion that her heat seemed to have peaked early that morning and she would require him to stay there with her for the day. "You know I can't do that, Vi...this is a family vacation, and they would ask too many questions if I didn't show up."

Viorica felt heartbroken as Castor left without so much as another word edgewise, tears now actively streaming down her face as the idea of being left to suffer all on her own brought the neko to curl into a fetal position inside of the covers and weep so hard that it could be heard outside as well.

 

[Naturan]

Castor thoguht that by cumming this last time, by satiating the call of her fertile body and the demands of his own balls the fire inside of him would have died down. For the most part, he was correct. For the first time this night, his thick rod had begun to soften, his hand stroking himself in an effort to eject what little spurts of cum he had left. He'd promised her that he would give her every drop, and he meant it. All of what he had was either deep within her or in the form of a thick frosting atop her skin.

But while the fire had dulled, it had far from disappatede. Embers were still a fire all their own, simply waiting for the fuel necessary to reignite. Had he not just spent himself, the sight of her covered in his seed, her lips gathering some of his thick, salty batter onto her tongue to taste would have been all that was needed for him to spring into action again, but the night was over, and with it, whatever this had been was too.

There was nothing short of a grateful bone in his body for the moment, even as the reality of what had just happened began to settle in. "Shit...I know..." He muttered as well. The guilt he hadn't felt before was rearing its ugly head now, even more so as he watched Viorica struggle to stand. The least he could do was help her, help her to clean up and redress herself, help her to stand and to walk. "It's not your fault...I'm the one that's sorry." He apologized as well.

"I-" It was bizarre, how kind they were being to one another, and how awkward things were between them. What would the future of their relationship look like now? "It was my pleasure, really." The least he could do was own it, because as terrible as what had just transpired overnight was, he did not regret it happening. But he didn't want to tell her that, for fear of making a grave mistake and alienating her. The two had a lot of thinking to do. The kiss she left on his jawline made his chest tighten and his stomach flutter, and just like that, she was gone, back to his son.

He'd returned to his own room to clean both himself and the mess the two had made. The entire time his mind was abuzz with thoughts about her and the passionate fucking they'd had. But just as much, his thoughts were on Castor and Viorica's relationship. After everything that had transpired, he found himself wondering if she was really the bad guy, or at least as bad as he'd thought she was all this time.

He didn't get much in the way of sleep, after all most of the night had been spent and the morning was due. How awkward would his time with everyone now, after what had happened? Could he even look her or Castor in the eye? This was definitely something the two needed to talk about, Cygnus and Viorica.

The family met up for breakfast the follownig morning, and the chatter and buzz was loud as ever. The two granchildren were chattering excitedly about some amusement park they'd read about and Lyra was excited to go herself. Altair looked as though he'd drank a little too much, but he was happy, occassionally chiming in to speak with Castor and the kids.

Only Cygnus was silent as they ate, his brow furrowed. Everyone but one was missing, and the only thing that made him more worried was that her lover, his son, was sitting here babbling about waterslides and dances troupes when he should be with her. "Where's Viorica?" He finally piped up, looking to Castor with about as much of a neutral expression as he could muster. "Isn't she going to go with us today?"