Part of the Hoard
This is a gift written for solarsuntzu! Featuring two needy dragons that have gotten themselves into some trouble with curses and so on. Chastity and frustration abound!
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Seracen gave a groan, looking towards the entrance of the cave that she was trapped in. There was nothing physical stopping her from going out of the narrow, winding passage...nothing except the damned belt and collar. She looked down herself to see it: golden metal wrapped around her hips. It completely covered her pussy, with a perforated plate so she could still pee, but never touch herself. Her tailhole was left free, but that didn't help her at the moment.
Not when she'd gone into heat, at any rate. With a low moan, the dragoness got up from where she'd been laying on a bed of golden coins, and headed for the entrance. As it had been every time, she couldn't move past the carved gateway to the cavern. At least, her collar and her belt couldn't cross that invisible line. She'd become part of the hoard...
It had all begun a year or two ago, it was hard to tell, when she and a partner had gone searching for the lost Hoard of Aczumandias, the legendary dragon king. The hoard itself, as they had found, was not legendary, but they hadn't been expecting the magical traps to still be working. The place was enchanted: no piece of treasure could be removed from the cavern. The catch was that as soon as she'd entered, Seracen had become a piece of the hoard, and so couldn't leave. The belt and collar had simply appeared on her.
There were magical sources of food and water in the cavern but the only source of company was her fellow traveller and dungeon-delver, a male named Quetzal. Her thoughts turned to him and the fire beneath her tail began to burn hotter. With a moan, she turned to find him. Maybe having someone to talk to would make her heat easier to deal with...it was only a week or two. The thought of spending even a day chaste and in heat was pretty horrible though.
Quetzal was over near the ever-full bowl of water that they both drank from. She approached silently but he suddenly jerked and looked around, no doubt smelling her. "No!" he said, a whine to the words. "We agreed you'd spend your time away while in heat."
"I'm lonely," Seracen whined. "Come on, let's just try again...the heat will make us both more sensitive, maybe we can cum this time..."
Quetzal looked at her for a few seconds, obviously wavering, then shook his head. "Fine, whatever," he said, heading to the hoard.
The main part of the hoard was a massive pile of gold coins, cups, and other items, some magical and all precious. Gems the size of eggs were scattered around and some glowed magically. Ignoring all of the wealth, Quetzal lay down on a bed of coins he'd made, moving his leg to one side to show off his own chastity.
He wore a collar, like Seracen, but this chastity was a solid cage over his sheath. A right ring went around his balls to keep the cage on and the only flaw in the metal was a small slit at the end, through which the male dragon could pee. The cage couldn't be escaped, much though he had tried. Unless he wanted to castrate himself, it was staying on and Quetzal hadn't reached the point of being willing to do that, if he ever would.
Whining to herself, Seracen edged closer, eyes fixed on the cage. What she wanted beneath her tail was just there just under that golden metal that claws couldn't even scratch. Quetzal didn't stop Sera as she edged closer, sniffing. Then with a moan, she darted forwards, pressing her nose into his cage and breathing in the potent male musk there. "H-hey," Quetzal said, though he didn't move to stop her. "I didn't say that you could touch."
Sera just whined as her pussy, trapped under the belt, ached powerfully, desperately wanting a cock inside it. She kept her nose where it was, smelling a male, a fertile one that should have been able to give her what she wanted! With a moan, she took his balls into her mouth, suckling lightly on the furry orbs and making Quetzal gasp. He was about to say something when Seracen swung her hindquarters around so that her own belt was over Quetzal's head. At once, a drop of arousal fell down onto his nose and whatever he was going to say was lost.
Seracen's heated arousal was fully dripping through her belt and before he knew what he was doing, Quetzal leaned up and began licking the belt clean, moaning as his balls were suckled. As soon as he cleaned a portion, it was wet again; she was that horny and denied.
Down at his other end, Seracen left his balls alone, seeing precum at the tip of the chastity, where the slit was. She immediately licked it up, sticking her tongue into the slit and making Quetzal moan; that was the only stimulation that his shaft could get. Already his sheath felt full and stuck, his shaft aching and pent up. It dearly wanted to expand to leave its sheath, but it never had before and it wasn't going to now.
Whining, Seracen gave up on trying to get more precum and instead turned around suddenly, throwing herself on Quetzal. "Hey!" he said, then shuddered as she ground the plate of her belt against his chastity. The fur of his balls was soon slick with her juices and Quetzal's cage was glistening with the same and his own pre. He couldn't stop himself from humping back up at her, metallic clanging sounds issuing from where their cages and belts met.
It felt good to do the humping movements, even if they weren't actually fucking. Before being trapped in here, Seracen had never considered fucking her companion but now it was all she wanted. Quetzal felt much the same way, wanting nothing more than to bury his aching shaft beneath her tail and fuck her. Of course, neither of them could get what they wanted, truly wanted...but there was another option.
"Please?" Seracen whimpered, and Quetzal knew exactly what she meant.
"Fine!" Quetzal gasped, shaft throbbing so hard in its cage that he thought for a brief, unreasonable second that it would break apart. But it didn't and he stayed chaste. Seracen jumped off of him and ran over to where they kept two of some of the most used items in the place: the strap-on dildos. They were enchanted to be ever-slick, so no lube was ever needed with them. One attached to her plate and the other went over Quetzal's cage, allowing him to use the toy in place of his own cock.
She brought them back as fast as she could, a thrill of excitement running through her. Even with her pussy securely locked away, she could still get this done. Sera placed both toys down and said, "You go first!"
Quetzal growled a little but didn't argue, grabbing the dildo and touching it to his cage. At once, the two melded, his balls getting enveloped by warm metal as the cock became his own, albeit one he couldn't feel a thing from. Seracen had already fallen into a presenting crouch, waving her hindquarters tantalisingly in Quetzal's direction.
Beneath the belt, her pussy ached and clenched down hard, wishing that the cock would be going there instead of her tailhole. Sera had nothing against anal, but she couldn't cum from it. But now...with heat...maybe...?
Quetzal reared up and put his weight up on Sera. The cock found it's mark almost at once, screeching along the metal plate of the belt, so close to Sera's pussy that she could almost feel it...and then the cock was sinking into her ass instead. The enchantment on it made it seem like it was always coated in lube when used, and Sera moaned loudly and whorishly as her sex rippled in jealousy. She wanted it in her vent!
Quetzal moved until he was haunch-to-haunch with Sera, as deep as he could go inside the needy dragoness. Then he began to thrust, making hard, long ones that rocked the dragoness forwards along the ground. It felt good for the male dragon to be able to do this, especially with the smell of heat in the air. His cage ached horribly though, and he wished so much that he was using his real length instead of this pretender.
Seracen couldn't stop herself from moaning over and over. It felt so wonderful to have any stimulation at all, even if it was the rough fucking of her ass. Sera's pussy clenched down with each thrust though, and she was practically pouring arousal out through the belt. Her clit was aching all on its own, hidden beneath metal so that it could never be touched.
After a while longer of this, Quetzal shook his head and climbed off Seracen, who gasped as she was suddenly left empty, her tailhole gaping slightly. "You aren't going to cum," he grumbled at her. "Now it's my turn. Get to it; you had long enough."
It took a tremendous effort to get up from the mating pose, but Sera did it, whining. It felt like the belt should have been melting off, considering how hot her pussy was, and it was clenching like mad and she couldn't stop it. But she still took the other dildo and attached it to the front of her belt. "Not my fault you like being the ness," she muttered, too quietly for Quetzal to actually hear her.
It was Quetzal's turn to present to her now and he did so, showing off his heavy balls and cage. It felt a little weird and unnatural for Sera to be the one doing the mounting, instead of being mounted, but she did it, poking around with the shaft awkwardly until she found what she was looking for. There was a gasp from Quetzal as the tip slid into his tailhole.
Sera was more gentle with Quetzal than he had been with her, making small rocking motions that slowly worked the length deeper, making sure to angle herself so that the dildo pressed against the furred dragon's prostate each time she thrust herself forwards, working into a rhythm.
But Quetzal found that, just like Seracen, while it felt good, there was no way to cum from it. His shaft twitched whenever his prostate was pressed, pre leaking liberally from the tip. Cock aching and straining to leave his sheath, Quetzal just moaned, so frustrated that he couldn't bear it! The furred dragon as unable to even leave his sheath, just clear drops of pre falling on the ground as his trapped shaft throbbed and ached.
Eventually, panting, Seracen stopped, getting off of Quetzal. "Well, you can't cum either!" Sera threw the dildo away across the floor, and leapt back on Quetzal, throwing him to the ground. "We can't stop trying," she growled, pressing her plate back onto his cage and grinding and humping and squirming. Quetzal humped back, desperate to cum.
Neither of them could cum, and neither of them would until the lost king Aczumandias returned to claim his throne and his newly ensnared pleasure slaves.