In a bit of a bind
This is a fun short story that I wrote for Lillian Winters: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/lillianwinters
I very rarely explored the topic of bondage, so when my friend Lillian showed me some of his arts of his lovely wolfbear all tied and vulnerable I could not resist the chance to give this kink another go and see if it is something I enjoy. The results have surpassed my expectations and I definitely want to write more bondage stories in the future if given the chance, especially if they are on the softer and more playful side of things ^^
Description: In her eagerness to visit the mysterious city of the culturally advanced bipeds, a female wolfbear called Lillian subjects herself to a night spent tied in a barn to ensure that she is no wild beast. While she comfortably waits for the time to pass and the ridiculous demand to come to an end, her brother, an endlessly teased and sexually frustrated dragonlion named Oryn pays her a visit to save her dignity, only for Lillian's temper to flare his lust to the point of no return.
Oryn and Lillian(c) belong to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/lillianwinters
Artwork is done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dorosheva-e/
***In a bit of a bind***
"This is only for the first two days. Mere precaution, nothing more, and solely because the law demands it," Audric, her town escort and perceived friend, calmly explained as he crouched by one of her hind legs to fasten the thin, iron wrought chains around one of her timid hind legs. It involuntarily twitched despite his soft, careful touch, the coldness of the iron contrasting with the warmth of his pads.
"I've done this enough times. You can tell, right?" As he posed that question to her, he brought the chain around a second time around her hind leg, so that one loop stood above her ankle and the other one below it, a few inches away from her metacarpal paw pad to avoid chaffing it. "There is nothing to worry about. Nobody's going to barge into a barn marked for your kind, and I made sure to sweep the floor and bring in fresh hay for our newest visitor. Your kind is respected and admired here. Just...not at first. Though be wary of the gryphons. Lustful creatures, those."
Lillian took in a deep, long breath to quell the nerves roiling in her cut. She had known of this all along. Visiting any biped town in these parts resulted in two nights spend in inadequate and quite irrelevant restraints, but not every citizen was like Audric, and not every intelligent quadruped was as accepting of their laws as her, so perhaps this was for the best.
The brown wolf's amber eyes skipped to her tense, still tail sprawled along the floor, the mahogany tip twitching in sudden, anxious motions. "It would've been far simpler if our kinds could talk to one another without the need of one of them...them...magic things they have in the city," he said as he checked the knot he formed by tying the links together in ways that Lillian never deemed it possible for such rigid metal. He tugged at it to test its endurance, nodded in satisfaction, and grabbed the rest of the chain to tie it around one of the four thick wooden posts surrounding them, each designed specifically for this function.
"Alas, they're reserved for gryphons, dragons, wyverns. The important creatures." His lips shuddered with the faintest trace of a snarl that quickly faded away when he picked another chain that he worked around her other hind leg in similar fashion.
"But I can't complain. We've gotten along just fine, and nodding, blinking, and head shaking is all I need in my line of work. Not like it's more demeaning than being tied belly up, with your uhm...assets exposed more than they should be."
His gaze lingered on her pink vulva longer than it previously did, his enlarged pupils taking in the supple shapes of her femininity outlined by the dim flicker of an almost spent torch perched above them. The film of translucent arousal coating her lips might have helped her sex stand out, but it did little else. Audric still didn't grow in his tanned leather leggings. He still turned away from her ripe offer without as much as a twitch of his nostrils.
Bastard. He either held his breath, or he didn't favor females, for no male should have been capable of reining in their urges with the efficiency he displayed. To protest in the only way she could, Lillian turned her head away and closed her eyes, listening to the clink of metal on metal, focusing on the tightening loops around her left hind leg that pulled it up to further expose her belly when Audric tied the chain to its respective post.
"This one's always been shorter than the rest. Deepest apologies," he said with a bow of his head, as if that somehow improved the increasingly uncomfortable position she sat in.
And that was only the beginning. The moment she found out that her forepaws had to be tied together, Lillian's ears swiveled so fast to the side and away from him that Audric's whole expression changed in one of dismay.
"It's the law," he tried to explain while fondling the links of the chain he clutched, his fingers caressing that cold metal more affectionately than they ever did her. "The restraints are meant to make escape impossible, otherwise we wouldn't bother with them."
Eager to get done with it, Lillian nodded and offered her forepaws to him, which he grabbed in his tender, careful grip and rounded a few times just below the wrist, keeping them snug together without too much of an inconvenience. Once he finished that last part of his job, Lillian expelled a breath of relief, shifting this way and that to make herself as comfortable as she could for the long night.
"There's one last thing."
His perked finger, along with his eyes that skipped to her tail, deepened the creases forming along her muzzle. It took all of her willpower to keep her fangs from showing while Audric tied a neat loop around the base of her bushy tail, using the same post employed for the fastening of her left hind leg, dragging her tail slightly to the side as he did.
"I'm sorry," he said, offering her naught but a shrug for comfort on his way out, his tail as limp as his cock.
The door of the barn creaked, whined, and gave one final thud when it swallowed the lithe form of the wolf she had always imagined inside her at the end of the day, curled in mutual embrace, his warm seed slowly pumping into her while his hands sifted through the rebellious strands of her mane. Lillian's bindings clinked and rustled softly as she pulled her forepaws as close to her muzzle as possible to rest against them, lounging as much as her tethers allowed on the side. With nothing better to do, she waded deeper through the possibility of what could have been, had Audric's affection for her dwarfed the rigid nature of his duty.
She ought to despise him for leaving her alone like this, tied down and helpless and uncomfortable, where even the slightest motion of a limb was met with the taut resistance of cold, uncaring metal links, but she couldn't. From the frail scent lingering on the lower portions of the chains, she could distinguish the more fragrant and spicier scent of other ferals, each of them bound with those very chains as proof of their allegiance to the customs of their hosts. Audric must have comforted, tied and left dozens, if not more, of her kind in this very barn, a small price to pay for the wonders of civilization she had witnessed today without being required to pay in some form or another.
Other than subjecting herself to this, of course.
The first hour passed in relative quiet, with minimal resistance on Lillian's part. Laying on her back seemed the most comfortable position considering the placement of the wooden posts that stood to her left and right. She had an acceptable--if not generous--berth to shift to her side as well, but one leg would always remain up due to the short nature of the chains binding her legs. The cool breeze of the night entered through two small windows positioned on the side of a massive beam, along with shafts of moonlight that gained more and more prominence as the faint torchlight smoldered into nothingness.
When the darkness set in, so did her impatience with her situation. Every time she attempted to doze off, her paws would instinctively attempt to shake themselves free of the restraints, producing a mighty unpleasant clank that tore her from sweetest slumber. She did not mind it the first or the second time, but her third dream involved a far more understanding and benevolent Audric whose long, elegant canine muzzle pressed right against her spade, until she could feel her folds hug his lovely, inquisitive nose.
"Grrraaah!" Lillian roared her frustration at being torn from that pleasant distraction yet again, kicking and wiggling and rolling this way and that in futile attempts to weaken or undo at least one of the bindings. The knots Audric tied held fast, and more struggle risked only to make her situation worse. The chain wrapped around her tail ought have been the easiest to remove with a couple of wide swings, but the devious brown wolf knew exactly how to work it so that it forever stayed where it belonged.
Her attempt to dislodge herself from her prison spent, Lillian let out a plaintive sigh while she stared at the intricate way Audric used to tie her forepaws. Biting and nibbling on that wouldn't get her any farther than her previous thrashing, so the wolfbear found the coziest position in the hay and closed her eyes, preferring to sift through the pleasant memories of today than dwell on this slight impediment.
"Ian...Lillian....Lillian!"
She snapped her eyes open at the familiar voice creeping through one of the upper windows, and sure enough, Oryn's poking head greeted her. How on....how did he get up there? Damn him and his feline claws!
"There is nobody around. I checked. I'll come and rescue you!"
Before she even had the chance to open her muzzle and chide him for his abyssal depth of stupidity, his playful golden eyes and luxurious blue mane disappeared, giving way to the impassive visage of the night.
Lillian's nonexistent anxiety with her situation flared into heart-pounding distress now that Oryn was here. The imbecile didn't push against the gate slowly to keep the noise to a minimum, but leaned his while weight against it, strolling into the room and sealing it shut by shoving his butt against it.
"You moron!" Lillian snapped at him, baring her fangs for the first time today. "You know why I'm here! You know what staying the night implies! You know because you've been here before!"
"Not on my back, all exposed and vulnerable, with my belly offered to anyone who would approach me," Oryn said as he leaned back on his haunches in that silly pose of his, with his brown paw pads pointing towards Lillian. His white coat was matted with dirt and grime in some places, and the tail tip he brought around his forelegs was half dry, half clumped and dripping with stagnant water. Played by the pools, did he? And instead of washing like his more elegant sister did, he came here to get them both in trouble with the bipeds.
"And you're not here for much longer either, because I'm not about to let those stiff, stingy bipeds have their way with you as they please."
"You're not going to do anything!" Lillian ordered him as he began collecting his limbs underneath him, causing him to freeze in place, wings unfurled as if ready to take flight and spare him of her wrath. "You will accept that this is what I want and leave, otherwise I..."
"You will what?" Oryn pounced on her lapse, creeping closer to her one deliberate footstep at a time. "Yell? Scream? Cry for help, perhaps? Because what they'll hear is just growls and roars and nothing intelligible."
He stopped in front of an aloft hind paw that she kicked to get him in that smug, pink nose of his, but the chain protested against her movement, restricting it. Oryn understood that and placed a mocking lick across her pads, chuckling as her struggle intensified.
"You are an animal to them, Lillian. A sentient and intelligent one, but an animal nonetheless, to be chained and leashed like an ordinary beast."
"It's not like that!" Lillian corrected his infantile notion. "It is only--"
"Temporary?" Oryn cut her off, pacing from left to right and right to left, drinking in the sight of her exposed spade without any sort of restraint, uncaring of how his pink peeked out and began to grow at the base of his tail. "That is a word you and Ina love to use. My loneliness is temporary. My inexperience is temporary. My erection is temporary, and if I don't act on it, it will simply go away."
Lillian's incredulous gaze shifted from his golden eyes, smoldering with one too many frustrations planted there by her and Ina, to his almost full erection that he had no qualms displaying in front of her, his other sister. A lump formed in her throat at the sight of it, one that made the swallowing of her massive disbelief almost painful.
"Now?" She half asked, half accused him of acute debauchery. "You choose to vent your frustrations while I'm...in chains?!"
"This, to me, seems like the only time you'll listen," Oryn said as he licked his muzzle at the appetizing sight of her, a rare treat hidden by her thick, bushy tail for far too long. He tried sitting on his haunches a second time, but his tense member convinced him otherwise, the increased sensitivity of his sack causing him to hiss in surprise at the stupidity of that.
Lillian couldn't help but giggle, the serene, mocking sound of her mirth narrowing Oryn's already sharp gaze. She did not mind his pouting, verbal or otherwise, nor did she believe he was here to free her. What he was here for--what he truly wanted--was to feast his eyes on that which she seldom showed him. To sniff and lick the one thing she kept from him, and to take advantage of her situation in the most deplorable ways possible.
She wouldn't have that. She was too smart, capable and resourceful not to shove her proverbial paw into his face and push him against the ground and into submission, as she often had in the past.
"Listen to what?" She taunted him, uncaring of her exposed vulva, ignorant to the chains wrapped around all of her limbs, tail included. "More of the same thing? That Ina makes fun of your little member? That I shouldn't poke your overly soft and vulnerable pads when you sleep? That other males are mean to you and females aren't willing to lift their tail for a male who doesn't know how to mate?"
"I know how to mate!" Oryn shot back, his snarl immediately wiped away by his timid, uncertain tongue. Whatever ferocity he mustered was quickly replaced by his usual meek expression, his submissive nature far too vulnerable to one who knew how to exploit it. "It's...simple enough. Ina taught me. You enter, you thrust, you finish, right?"
Lillian laughed. She laughed so loud that Audric himself might have heard her, but she didn't care, for she couldn't believe the nonsense that poured out of Oryn's muzzle. "That's...spoken like a capable, selfless male intent on satisfying his partner."
Her hilarity choked her words and concealed the rattle of the chains, but not Oryn's spite at always being looked down upon.
"It's not like any of you let me practice enough!" He retorted, spreading his wings as if to make himself bigger and more imposing. "You both reassured me that everything will come natural to me later in life, and had me all but convinced that waking up soiled in my own seed after a pleasant dream is utmost proof of a male's virility."
"It is," Lillian barely tried to hold back her chuckle. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"It...it sticks to my fur and that one time, Ina's friend saw me like that before I had the chance to wash it off..." Oryn's voice softened as he resumed his pacing, his tail flicking restlessly while he shot Lillian the occasional glare.
"You are my sisters. You should have helped me, just like I helped you with many other things. But instead, Ina made me lick her, and lick her, until she spurted all over my face. And instead of cleaning me, she told me to go to you. My dear sister Lillian, who knew how on edge I was, and who eased me onto my back and then pressed herself against me, until your warm, comforting depths swallowed my aching member. And instead of letting me finish, you immediately jumped off me, both of you laughing at how I shot my seed all over myself!"
"Now now," Lillian cooed, wiggling a forepaw at him the best she could given her situation. "I helped you climax. You attained release. It doesn't matter where your seed ends up, so long as lust no longer burdens you."
"Hrrrrh!" Oryn flashed his fangs at her, his growl deep and ominous. "And if I say it does? What will you do? What can you do?"
Lillian's tail inadvertently turned limp at that chilling remark, as did her forepaws. For the first time in his life, Oryn's ears stood erect and imposing rather than splayed submissively along his skull, tongue rolling over the side of his muzzle slyly, almost salaciously.
"Ina isn't here to take your side any longer, and the noisier you are, the more suspicious the people who put you in chains become. Is it an attack signal? Has the beast gotten loose?"
His features hardened, as did his member, eyes settled on the prize that she had no means of protecting given her restrained tail and legs. "You didn't want my help, but I want yours. You can either let me lick you like I always wanted and then finish in just a couple of thrusts, or you can struggle and make things difficult for the both of us. I can fly away as easily as I snuck in here, but this time, it'll be you who your biped friend will find drenched in seed, should you not let me finish inside."
Lillian's lips automatically tensed, yet her usual threat failed to come. She hesitated. Why? His request made sense, given her circumstances, but he was Oryn! The bumbling, shaggy, prone to wet dreams brother who never made any effort to earn the right to enter a female. Ina, as his twin, took pity on him and allowed him inside her just to show him how it felt, but she would never stoop to that level!
"Find a hive to mount, you inelegant oaf."
"Have it your way." Oryn's surreally even voice sent a chill down her spine, as did the fluid, confident motion with which his muzzle descended upon her exposed spade. His pink nose connected with her lips, poking and probing at her, inhaling deep, audible breaths laden with her pheromones.
Frozen in place by the shocking reality of her situation, Lillian remained put, her paws eerily still as her cunny shuddered under the caress of his attentive lips. She hated his soft touch as much as she despised the warm shudders creeping through her underbelly when his tongue dragged across the entirety of her vulva in one broad stroke.
"See? It's not so bad," Oryn said before she gave her a second lick, a third and a fourth, the soft barbs lining the tip of his tongue stimulating her far more than she anticipated given her seething contempt for what was happening. "You've been an absolute thorn in my paw, and I still care about you enough to help you moisten, even if I'll burst far quicker because of it."
"Stop it," Lillian found the strength to whisper, the ice encasing her limbs beginning to melt before the flames of anger sparking within her. "I don't want this. I don't want...you..."
Her already frail voice broke down into a moan as Oryn slipped his tongue inside her, its size and texture so familiar to Ina's that her body immediately responded to it.
"You do," Oryn said as he lifted his soggy nose from her moistening, shuddering pussy, his tongue wiping off the nectar extracted from her depths. "You just don't know it yet."
With that said, Oryn returned his attention to her femininity, licking her with such gusto she found it hard to fight him off. He was her brother. He cared about her, as evidenced from the careful strokes of his tongue that kept the rougher barbs starting from the middle of his tongue at bay. Why fight, when her elevated heartbeats and shuddering breath already hinted at her impending climax?
Because it was Oryn.
Lillian's bindings roared in protest as she rolled forward in one sudden motion, the chains fettering her forepaws immediately pulling her snapping jaws from Oryn's alert, bemused expression.
"You impotent weasel!" Lillian thundered, twisting and turning and lashing out at Oryn in the only way she could. Her sudden burst of strength made the tightness of the chains irrelevant; it subdued their discomfort and made them seem like paltry restraints that were part of a perverse game, one that she could overcome through strength of will alone.
"You," she hissed as she kicked her hind paws as far as they allowed to connect with Oryn's chin, "are not filling me with your thin, aqueous, worthless spunk!"
The chains clanged and rattled louder than ever, the links holding them together tensing to hold back the storm brewing within her. In that instinctual haze of anger, fear, and the primal need to get away, Lillian no longer cared for the wild swings of her body, or how bad the metal chaffed her wrists and ankles. She twisted, thrashed, kicked, growled and roared, snarling and snapping her fangs at Oryn with such intensity that her spittle caught him across the face.
"Stop it!" Oryn roared as he rammed himself against her, toppling the panting, exhausted wolfbear with ease. "Look at yourself, you fluffbrained maniac. You're about to tear your fur and skin right off, and for what?"
"To get you off me!" Lillian spat, her jaws rushing toward the foreleg he pressed against her chest and missing it by a hairsbreadth when Oryn shifted it away to the side, where she could no longer reach it due to the chains tying her in place.
Her struggle did little to help her. In fact, her shackles seemed tighter than ever, wrapped around patches of scraped fur and sore skin. And for what? So that Oryn could still tower above her, tantalizingly out of reach, with his hind paws placed on the sides of her tail where she could not kick him?
He knew--no, he understood that--and before she had the chance to voice another complaint, his back arched inward, his hips lowered against hers, and his barbed, tapered member plunged through her dainty lips and right into her depths.
"Rrrah!" Lillian snarled, more in revulsion than pleasure, shaking her limp, useless forepaws and kicking her poorly placed hind legs to no effect. She tried shifting to the side, but Oryn's bulk prevented that, and when her muzzle surged forward to attempt to tear his throat off, his paw shoved against her cheek, pressing her against the soft, musty hay.
"Stay....rrrrh...put," Oryn half said, half whined as he paused inside her, his barbs taut with eagerness, his glans swollen with lust.
Lillian did the opposite of that. She wiggled her head as much as she could under the oppressive pressure of his paw, intent on biting through those plump, soft pads of his and make him limp for a month.
Her struggles ceased when Oryn's hips suddenly resumed their motion, driving his cock in and out of her at an accelerated rate. Unable to recover his bearing due to her opposition, Oryn chose to work himself up to climax without fully savoring her as he always intended, his eyelids drooping, his muzzle creasing, and his growl thinning into more of a yowl.
Lillian continued to squirm, doing everything in her power to diminish Oryn's enjoyment, but her body extracted perverse pleasure from the way his cock throbbed, from the caress of barbs against too sensitive flesh, from the snappy plunges of his tapered tip into her soaked, sensitive depths. Lubrication poured out of her against her accord, making her pussy squelch under Oryn's final and relentless assault.
When he could no longer fight against his instinct, Oryn gave up the struggle of holding his seed back by plunging himself balls-deep into her, a loud, jarring, continuous moan scratching her ears as jets of strong, hot semen splashed into her in far greater quantity than she expected. At that moment, Lillian's paws turned flaccid, her eyes instinctively scrunching shut in focus to regulate her breath and prevent her own climax. It felt irrationally good to be filled by an eager male in such vulnerable position, to feel the inevitability of his spurts cascade into her wet depths, for her body to feel fulfilled while her mind rebelled against her condition.
"Crrrrrk," The door of the barn suddenly creaked to life.
Lillian's eyes instinctively snapped open, wide and alert, only to shut when a gob of seed caught her on the muzzle. Startled by the sudden noise, Oryn pulled out of her in the blink of an eye, his still jerking member painting lines of ivory seed across her lush coat as it emptied its lust all over her.
"Heard quite the commotion," Audric's familiar voice came from behind the door as he still pushed the old, noisy thing out of the way. "Bad dream?"
Lillian's mind raced with possible answers, but she could settle on none as she watched Oryn dash towards the darkest corner of the barn, wincing and yelping as his still erect cock bounced against his haunches.
The torchlight grew stronger, and Lillian's heart lodged up her throat when Audric finally made it through the door, his eyes narrow with suspicion rather than widened by shock.
"I see one of them squawkers decided to take advantage," he said as he fished out a handkerchief from a pocket. "We got all sorts around here, but the gryphons...they have their way with us, with you, with everybody. And well, in your case, it's just a little seed."
Her initial panic subsided, Lillian lifted her forepaws, heavy with chains, suggestively, only to snarl when Audric shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "Those are there to stay. Just because you got painted all over, it don't change the law. Besides, you made me a few less than subtle offers, so who's to say you didn't want this?"
As soon as Audric finished speaking and knelt beside her to help wipe away the more prominent gobs of seed, Lillian noticed Oryn tiptoeing towards the door of the barn, wearing a sly, satisfied smirk that enraged her to no end. As soon as she made it out of the restraints, she'd find him and whack him so hard in his eggs that they'd hatch.
***THE END***
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