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Steam filled the air from the underground pond, stirred by the cascade in such an amount it clouded the sight and granted the cavern an eerie appearance befitting of mythical beasts' lairs.

And yet, amidst the fronds and the plants growing thick in between the permeable rocks, nestled ceiling lamps bringing clarity and lighting to the misty cavern.

To it... To the kobolds working and toiling ceaselessly inside the natural large but repurposed hollow. Their statures, diminutive compared to humans, were amplified by the sheer magnitude of the place, and their forms, protected by scales and horns, seemed like colored specks to someone from afar. Even their cries and groans were silenced by the sound of the cascade and their master below it.

His mumbles were portent, imposing... And tense as the large purple dragon rested on his backside, most of his body submerged beneath the steamy water.

Morkep, private entrepreneur, arms dealer, dragon lord. And potentially pent-up slut.

A detail most wouldn't notice at first glance when they met with the large western neon-purple Dragon. Slender with sizeable wings, currently cushioning his prim backside, limbs with sharp talons at the fingertips, and an elongated muzzle adorned with black horns, thistle frills along his jaw, and jagged teeth, he seemed like anyone from his kin.

In fact, he seemed passive and pensive as the little kobolds at his service were waving and wielding brooms to scrub the clearer scales covering his chest and belly, though none dared to use them lower. Not due to the submerged part of Morkep's body, but rather what awaited them if they dared to approach those nethers with so much of a brush.

"... ... I need Gnur's dick," mused the Dragon, rumbling as the water cascade passed over his muzzle and forced him to close that blue tongue as well as those teal eyes. The source of such thoughts, however, was precisely found beneath the water and caged by a delicate contraption. A cage always digging his slit with its metal rods for anchors.

Morkep was a prime male whose patrilineal legacy had given him a lofty hoard. Nonetheless, he was bound by the same limitation of his form and primal needs as his genitals churned with pent-up and unreleased desires to the point fluid oozed from the contraption by every hole drilled in the covering plate. All without appeasing the torment of the Dragon, whose relief and peace were beyond reach.

Not only because said freedom from the steel was not in his grasp but due to that foreign presence pressuring his walls. One he could call familiar but never accept as such when whichever movement from the Dragon was followed by many proddings, teasings, and moanings.

In a way, he could have been proud since he had managed to keep his sanity and mental focus for six months. During this, he had not only managed to control himself and maintain his oath but also kept a straight face with most of the Kobolds and his clients. None seemed in the secret about his state.

But... He wanted dick! He needed it! He wanted to be fucked up so bad he would be sore for the next century! His wings batted against the water and his shape, sending ripples the kobolds interpreted with many cries and supplications that abated when they naturally returned to their duties.

After six months without seeing his partner, Morkep had finally received a notification that Gnuranmox was soon to return in the coming days. However... it was the perspective of a potential release that had turned the last days of chastity into a hellhole of desires and lusts.

"Are you again daydreaming?"

The cold and calculating voice, feminine in nature but suave, was hardly perceptible through the thunderous water crash against his skull. But Morkep heard it, and without opening his eyes, he lifted the left arm as if to wave off an importune presence.

"Yes, Kendra. I am? Is this so much of a bother to admit it?" answered the Dragon, with enough spite and anger for fumes to escape his nostrils. The movement of the brushes slowed down.

"No, it isn't. I am noting this for Master Gnur. Should I leave a comment from your part in those notes?" asked the blue marine kobold. Accountant, scribe, clerk, secretary, manager, Kendra was akin to the thinking brain of Morkep's lair.

Without a doubt, she was nose down on her tablet, her red eyes noting every detail and update from the other kobolds while ceaselessly managing the Dragon's mailbox for him. She was a fine element, and her form could have been voluptuous if not hidden by her integral suit that, despite tight around the shapes, didn't help her curves. But she was not here for lower needs. Even if she had details that caught the dragon's eyes, she was, at best, a coordinator in Morkep's constant torment.

"Add a note: he should be faster," answered the purple Dragon, waving his hand before dropping it into the water... Awfully close to the Kobolds, awfully close to his own cage. Should he raise a finger, it was possible to tease it and perhaps scratch the scales surrounding the yearning and yawning slit. But no, Morkep would not... Especially not in Kendra's presence.

"Of course, you still have five more minutes before we shall get you prepared for Master Gnur," she added with the tone of a monotonous clock. Oh, he hated that.

He clicked his tongue, calming the fumes as he tried to regain the composure he'd been showing the kobolds for all those six months: calm, indifferent, at peace. And certainly not feeling like his balls were about to burst the moment a breeze stroked his ass. Certainly not that. He was a good ob-

"Let's go. I feel like I'm going insane," grumbled Morkep as he extended his neck beyond the cascade's reach and shook his head.

Water droplets flew from all over his face as his frills extended from both sides of his face like sails, and his eyes opened on the kobolds that were scrubbing him the moment before.

"Go, before I eat you," he said with a smile. He wouldn't eat them, not only because they tasted terrible. But watching them squirm and scamper away was one of the few delights he could still get during those restless days.

"Was it necessary?" asked Kendra, still at his side. And yes, she was holding her little tablet with her fingers dancing on it like a maestro.

"Of course. Whip them into shape. That's how you do it!" scoffed Morkep, moving his wings from below him as he straightened. Then, he had his forelegs land on the platform directly on his left.

Serving as both a working station for the diminutive kobolds and a stepping stone for Morkep, the surface was soon flooded with water from the scaled tyrant whilst his attendant stood there with her tablet... And only gave him a modicum of interest as she pointed out what dripped and had been dripping from the Dragon's loin: greenish precum whose sticky texture made it fall and drop into large puddles.

"I will note Gnur your precum production has increased," she said as she tapped on her tablet along her walk.

And despite the Dragon's steps forcing her into a stride, she didn't seem bothered as they walked along the pond's edge, the cascade's sounds abating and disappearing behind them. Next, they passed toward what seemed to be an artificial tunnel in the rock. It stood out in comparison as the walls became smooth, the ground tiled, and the roof adorned with more mounted lights that offered a warm yellow glow to the structure adapted to the Dragon's size.

Even then, as they walked, Morkep could admire the sizeable paintings hung as well as the statues of different origins and styles in small nooks along his path. But the further from the cave they went, the richer and more refined were statues until each would be worth more than a gaggle of Kobolds' weight in gold.

Gold... The delicious little mortal trinkets Morkep desired so much to hoard and keep for himself. This was his nature as a Dragon, of course, and most of his hoard had been inherited from his father's doing. But the purple Entrepreneur was rather proud that, over centuries, he had not only kept it but increased his wealth despite the societies' turmoil and vicissitudes.

How tiring it was to haggle with mortals who thought themselves above him, a prime apex predator. But it was worth it as the tunnel led onto the central room within his lair and his most cherished in the same way.

Gold, a hoard, a mountain of it onto which he could lie over and sleep... If not for his "production" that rendered such action unsightly. But! He could still admire it from afar or daydream of laying on it, feeling the tiny coins cling against his scales or the ringing chant of their fall whenever he moved and rolled in it.

This was a music he couldn't tire to listen, to hear gold. Gold fall. Gold cling. Gold.

"Hmm, Sir?" asked Kendra, snagging the large mythical from his contemplation. She had already stepped on the other side of the room, where Morkep was expected to follow along. In a way, she seemed bothered and annoyed to wait. But Kendra always seemed bothered by something.

"Of course, I am merely feasting my eyes," the large Dragon said as he stepped without taking his gaze away from the hoard. Again, more tiny kobolds were at work here as they were constantly counting the sum of the pile: not only by counting, cleaning, and adding each coin. But by also running an inventory of every jewel and trinket the years had provided to the pile.

However... How much they toiled and worked to remove the grime on the coins, they still... Reeked of Dragon musk.

The same that followed Morkep as he walked around the central room and more... Precum dropped before him. Sure, another Kobold would handle those musky green pools. But that smell, it would hang to him as he felt that nestled dildo tease and playfully nudge the Dragon's prostate while his dick pushed and jabbed against its metal cage. The same cage and plate that was now pulling onto his slit's folds.

Spirits be gracious, he would get a proper release today, and his Dragonhood would cease to throw a tantrum day, night, or whichever period of the day he had the "chance" to be on and hard on.

Sometimes, it would be easier to have nothing and be a female, but Gnuranmox would tease him to no end.

"What are today's requests?" he asked, following Kendra along a corridor that was just as decorated as the other over the first few meters before it was strikingly deprived of any details: No painting to cover the bare walls, no statues or busts in the alcoves, nothing, zilch. Just the light... And more of that Dragon musk as they strolled calmly toward today's end-goal.

"Hmm? Oh, you mustn't worry. Gnur required specific details, but the crew has already handled the changes done to your... Ermm... Sex Dungeon."

This time, Kendra had peeled her eyes off the tablet to have the plastic tap against her half-open mouth, a tell she was curious or at least intrigued when they entered the steamy room.

Contrary to the pond cave or the hoard one, the sex dungeon could be described as always cozy. Its size was ridicule compared to the two caverns he had walked through, but its dimensions allowed adult dragons to stroll around and even turn while in it. Even to maneuver around the multiple pieces of furniture adapted to their sizes. Cabinets tables were all illuminated by the ceiling-mounted lights and decorated by an ample amount of sex toys: dildos, cuffs, whips, cages, and different types of gags, to name a few covering the pine furniture.

Altogether, this drew a very strange picture of the dragon, along with the sizeable examination table situated at the center of the room. It had indentations and holes to make lying on it a far better experience for one with extra appendages and spikes. Should, let's say, Morkep recline on it, he would be able to fit his wings into holes so he would not crush them under his weight while the channels allowed his scutes and spikes not to dig into the table or pain his spine.

Further than that, another one was made into the rounded table to fit his tail and keep it not only tucked but secured as it could be a source of danger during... Sessions.

For the rest, for his limbs, it was possible to use cuffs to restrain the Dragon, although the method used varied from time to time between the two. Today, they went for something more theatrical: wood stocks instead of steel cuffs. How quaint.

"Is this all?" he asked as he walked by the table, noting the slight inclination in favor of his head should he lay. That, and the lack of stocks... His neck would be free to move.

"For the moment, he has only requested the room and the table to be prepared. Sir, your wings," continued Kendra, pointing to them while kobolds poured within the room and onto the examination table.

Morkep sighed but did lower his limbs while by the table as those creatures clambered onto him, their tiny hands working diligently as they dragged along massive leather straps reinforced by metal buckles they passed over his closed wings.

Soon, Morkep felt the bite of the leather over his wings as the straps fastened onto them, pressed the webbing to be closed, and the muscles squeezed so much one would wonder if blood could be cut. But no, it was merely a necessity as the wingspan could be expansive. The Kobolds secured each part of his wings, folding the primary and secondary webbing until the wing bend was total and there was no wiggle room for it. Flying or even flexing those was impossible and would be more, as Morkep reclined on the table.

Carefully and as expected, he aligned his back spikes with the channels until his spine was entirely onto the wooden surface. His wings were inserted through the holes until they, too, were under the table. So followed his tails while his fore and hind legs were spread over the wide surface.

Followed shortly by the stocks and locks, each holding onto one limb until they were maintained and spread apart. So were his wings, secured beneath the table by hooks while his tail was passed inside another stock and squeezed against the wood by straps embedded in the board.

Morkep's head was not attached, but it meant naught as every part of his body was put into locks. The clicks from said mechanisms started to sound like a song as the Kobolds bolted them one after another once they were certain their master had been fettered.

Click, click, click. It bored the massive reptile the same way it excited him, drove him mad. In this endeavor, of chains and exciting stocks, his sole company at this moment was Kendra. She had climbed on the table, too, and was tapping on her tablet while she eyed the rest of the operation.

Whenever she stepped, so followed the clinging of the key ring attached to her belt around her suit, the clamorous note that she was the only one who could free Morkep should he wish.

"Master Gnur will arrive soon. Enjoy your release, Sir," she noted, giving a final tap on the tablet to then glance at her Master.

"As if," answered Morkep with spite. There would be release but surely followed by more prodding, more teasing, more temptation from the aureate Dragon, with his piercing and conniving gaze.

"This is a matter I won't indulge your feelings, Sir. You asked for it; you precisely requested me to call Gnuranmox Master. I had to devote our most secretive kobolds to those tasks and your lair as long as I had been keeping the keys," she started, her face stern as she looked at the room's entrance and the waves of two-legged reptilian taking a run to get back to their quarters.

"Kendra!" shouted Morkep, snapping his mouth shut and letting fumes escape his nostrils. "Weight what you'll say."

"What I say is this: You reap the consequences of your actions. And if you are left pent-up and pained by Master Gnuranmox, there is no one to blame but yourself. Now, I will take my leave and ensure the lair is properly and thoroughly cleaned before the Master's arrival."

To this, the curt Kobold bowed, turned talons, and jumped off the table, abandoning Morkep to the contraption. For a moment, the Dragon could heed the tiny step of his servant, but those slowly died away until there was nothing. Just the sound of his breaths, of his scales scratching against the soft wood, or the neon light blinking above him, sometimes.

"... This is tedious," he said to himself as he felt the run of energy through his legs and paws, tempting him. "I should have taken her spare keys, just in case," he mumbled to himself and the silence.

He blinked, watched the neon light blink back.

He squeezed, feeling the wood press against his backside and wings.

He turned his head left and right, watching those toys all displayed and usable... They teased and tempted him.

For six months, ever since Gnur left him, he had been macerating in his own juices and needs. Kendra always kept tabs on his excitement and returned the aureate Dragon's requests, whether there were praises, punishments. Perhaps he could have asked for a treat, two weeks ago... Kendra would have orchestrated the installation of that vibrating plug and those wands against his slit and put it at full strength.

He would have cummed, then be cleaned up by the crew while attached, but he would have been given release. Or... It had indeed been a ruse from Gnur to pry an admission of weakness out of Morkep. It wouldn't be so far-fetched since the old Dragon was the kind to gloat.

"Hrmphh... Stupid old lizard, you could have given me something... A reward," mumbled the purple Dragon, watching the neon light blink again.

But there was no way he could have hated Gnur.

Not when they were good friends and always shared an intense kinship. Unequaled, even with others of the same species. Dragons were often privy to their sexual adventures, chaste and hoarding the secrets of their bedfellows as in a pile of gold.

Not Gnur, not that perverted old man with his workshop filled with sex toys, dildos, and other contraptions he made himself with those calloused big paws. Morkep would... Perhaps! Perhaps! Would perhaps share a tiny winy portion of his hoard to listen to the gruff Dragon's voice while he was shaving a piece of wood.

Maybe a tiny winy more to have him appear right now and use those big fingers to dig his slit or asshole to milk him. Better than to be alone and horny as it is.

His cock was always so hard and painful whenever he focused on his body and its sensations: the cocktip ceaselessly rubbed against the steel and pressed onto it, bloated with blood. Never it managed to dislodge the cage, instead making each erection excruciatingly painful; from having his dick crushed and squeezed, and the metal rods wiggling within the slit.

It was not the sole difficult detail either. Morkep was prideful and eager to show the attention he deployed to keep his scales pristine and clean. In comparison, his slit was a musky mess with greenish precum pouring from It on any occasion and wounding his pride...

That and disgusting him when he woke up to find his closed legs conjoined by a webbing of stinky fluids.

And sometimes, he even woke up with more than precum but without the release. Like that, his body ejaculated but would not share the pleasure or the release. None of that for the Dragon; let's keep him in pain, agreed his prostate and testicles.

"Gnur... Move ooon," groaned Morkep, admittedly needier than he would have desired to sound.

Again, he was supplicating the silence for the old-gold Dragon to appear and bring an end to this torment.

But no, remained only the blinking neon and the wood pressuring his back. The purple Dragon even attempted to flap his wings, his shoulder muscles moving but only managing to rub the wingspan against the wooden table.

He stopped, pressing his back against the table once more and sighing. He was feeling like he was about to burst... And the insufficient dildo up his ass didn't help.

Days and nights, he had to keep the enchanted trinket inside him so his ass would accommodate and be constantly gaped. On the other hand, the toy's magic ensured cleanliness as well as lubrication.

But he felt... Limited.

He could have ridden a dildo, massaged his prostate, gotten an orgasm! He could cry out, shout, let his cum pour out of his cage while those ridged dicks would push and squeeze through...

Or... Or... He could have asked another Dragon, someone as big as Gnur but more discreet. One who wouldn't be bothered by his requests, to whom he could relinquish control.

"Urgh! Kendra! Get the keys! I have to move!" shouted Morkep, his eyes darting left and right. But with the table's inclination, it was hard to get a proper view of the entrance, especially since he had his back turned to it.

"Kendra, you didn't tell me he was that needy," chuckled a gruff voice behind Morkep, from the entrance. And as the sounds of heavy steps began to resonate, the purple Dragon couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"Hmm. I messaged you the facts; I am not one to judge a Dragon's state of mind. Nonetheless, I can confirm that Morkep has been bound as requested. All the securities and protections are set. Is there more I can do?"

"Nothing. Unless you wish to watch your master squirm and squeal like a damsel in distress," answered Gnur's voice, suave and... Biting.

"I shall return to my occupations, then," curtly replied Kendra's distant voice before adding: "I wish you and Master Morkep a good moment together."

"We will do, that we will do," chuckled back the Dragon.

"Are you done trying to seduce my majordomo?" asked Morkep, heeding the heavy steps of Gnur that moved behind him, almost a breath away.

"You know she isn't my type. She has curves, but this lair's prize isn't her," replied the old Dragon with a chuckle as he finally appeared on the right side of Morkep.

Gnuranmox was a strange fellow amidst the Dragons. Bearing dim golden scales all over his body, his form was distinctively more squat and heavy than Morkep. A sort of gruffness that was befitting his line of work as a carpenter and craftsman who always departed for weeks to satisfy wanderlust and passions.

Proof of this was his wings, whose spans were marred with holes and cuts linked to his regular travels. They were not tattered, far from it, but strikingly different than Morkep's pristine ones.

Another detail was his gaze, veritable gold with a penetrating quality. They pierced, they investigated, they went all over Morkep's body to gauge the quality of his bondage. And the cage.

"Well?" asked Morkep, gritting his teeth as his partner's presence suffused energy and need through the purple Dragon's body. Right now, his cock was a bloody sponge rubbing against the cage.

"Don't "well" me, Morkep. It has been six months since I didn't see you. Let me admire you before I introduce you to my latest discovery," retorted Gnur, lifting one paw to stroke Morkep's chest.

Next, the purple Dragon groaned and winced when more precum spurted through the tiny holes in his cage. Then, the liquid dripped and descended along the table's curve, passed over the slit's folds and the plugged asshole before departing from Morkep.

This was... Too much. He exhaled.

"I know you've been a good Dragoness. And it took me time to get what I desired; As a gift, to you," complimented Gnur while with a swirl of his paw, a set of keys appeared in it.

"Wh-?"

"Shhh! Let me do my magic," shushed Gnur, his second paw joining the first in the exploration of Morkep's body. Soon, they were onto the slit and the cage blocking it.

Not content to have used locks, Gnur also employed bolts to fasten and rivet the rods securing the cage. Which had to be removed in an itemized order. First came a key, with a potent click resonating within the room. Secondly came two bolts, the screeching of the metal tightly rubbing against the metal forced the purple Dragon to grit his teeth.

But then, the bolts dropped, then another key was used. A sort of order the old Dragon was keenly aware of when working on the genitalia... But so slowly.

So slowly that, by the end of it, Morkep was a moaning, whining mess. His groin had been fiddled with and even stroked by the aureate Dragon.

"Hrmphhh... Get... Done with it!" cried the purple dragon, vainly flapping his wings.

"Shh. It's a delicate craft. I don't want to break your precious little chastity cage," chuckled the old gold Dragon, his fingers still on the last set of bolts until... "Oops, hehe. 'Guess I'm getting old."

"GNUR! HRMPHHH!" Roared Morkep, his voice crashing in a thunderous moan when his lover, master, friend, pushed down on the cage and gave his needy cock a squeeze.

"My- my. Morkep. If you want me to remove this cage so hard, you can say it so."

"RE-HAH!" attempted to shout the purple Dragon, only to have his cry cut by Gnur's paw on his slit, pressing onto the metal plate to steal the Morkep's authority.

"What? Speak louder, Morkep. I can hardly comprehend you when you're like this," said Gnur, grinning.

In return, Morkep glanced at the gold one and squinted. He frowned, his teeth grit, his lips pursed. There were no fumes, but the Dragon's nostrils were agape and sucking in the air.

"I... Want you to... Hnghhh... Remove... That cage." articulated Morkep, ever so slowly while Gnur traced circles on the metal plate with a talon... And sometimes adding more pressure to mess around.

"Oh, you want me to remove it. I got this, my dear princess," said Gnur, jovial and eager to remove the last bolts.

There, with a final turn of a key, the metal plate moved, and, comically, Morkep's shaft finally sprung to life after six months. Six months of excitation, lust, desires, unanswered.

Truly speaking, it felt like sudden peace for Morkep as he laid his head against the table, relaxing his legs and limbs while his toes stretched and kneaded the air.

"Oh... Oh... Oh yeah," he moaned with his eyes rolling as the mere breeze, or in that case, Gnur's breath, was delightfully tempting. It was akin to scratching a itch, and feeling his skin finally unfolding.

As for Gnur, he watched his partner relish the release and groan his pleasure, though... His focus was on Morkep's dick. Bright cyan, pulsating, warm, underlined with veins going beneath the soft flesh. It was amusing to see that cock stand upright, surrounded by a pool of its own doing, as the slit tensed and followed the shaft in its erection.

"Savoring the moment?" Gnur asked without eyeing its owner. Instead, he noted how the cock looked smaller than previously. Perhaps it was only him imagining things after six months without seeing Morkep. But he could swear that bulbous base was a tad higher and the penile spines more defined.

"Yessssss... Oh, you don't know how it feels," mumbled Morkep, rubbing his nape against the soft wood and scratching it while he used his core muscles to sway his hips and his shaft along the way. In so, more of that greenish precum went flying left and right before Gnur's eyes. The bigger male inhaled... And breathed the raw draconic musk from his partner.

"Oh, I have a vague idea. But I still have a surprise for you, princess," stated the aureate dragon as he moved to lay his upper body on the table and crossed his forelegs as most bipedals did.

He then turned to his partner with a fish-eating grin.

The answer? A scowl and a grimace, with Morkep being remarkably displeased. His hips sway stopped, his teeth gritted together, and his frowning became remarkable.

"What are you going to do?" he asked, almost hissing.

"Now, now, princess, do not be so cold on me. I bring gifts to you... And more sensations. Especially this!" with another flair and sleight of hand, Gnuranmox produced a vial in his right palm. A small one, compared to the usual size of the paw. But its intense green color was peculiar as the liquid seemed to be a blend of different shades swirling, mixing, and departing.

"What is it?" asked Morkep, turning his face away, not to meet gazes with his partner. Gnur was all too acute in interpreting his expressions and reading what was on his mind.

"A preparation I found in a sex shop recently. Don't ask from where exactly; I won't reveal it. Buuuut the salesman assured me of its effect. And I know you're going to looooove it. I mean, you always love what I do to you, my dear little Female."

Without moving his head, Morkep glanced back, only to meet with the golden and gleaming eyes of his partner. The instant after, he turned to face the wall. The damage had been done. And Gnur moved.

"Don't act like that, my princess. You may resist, but... You always come back for more," stated the aureate dragon while his heavy steps resonated in the room.

He was right. But it didn't make it easier for Morkep as he felt those massive paws on his left thighs. The warmth of those fingers got closer to his taint, massaging the soft scales there. Then, the plug moved. A turn left, a turn right, a push upward, downward, left. The purple Dragon closed his eyes, felt his ass clench and hold onto the fake organ.

In a wet PLOP! The orifice gave out. With a glance, Morkep confirmed the presence of the massive gape he possessed. But Gnur's hands weren't on him anymore. No, no, the old gold dragon had moved on to inspect the collection.

"Tell me, you didn't ask Kendra to hide "that" dildo?" asked the eldest of the two, passing a cursory glance over the massive collection of toys.

"That Di- I didn't do anything in that roo-,"

"Found it! That little bastard fell off. Don't worry, little one, you'll be where you belong," said Gnur as he returned to the table with said Dildo in hand. With the texture, the color, the shape, it was a replica of Morkep's dick... Albeit longer and thicker.

"Don-"

"Oh sure, I'll do!" cut Gnur again, moving the toy to place it by Morkep's dragonhood to compare their sizes. And clearly, that dildo they made months, if not years ago, was bigger than Morkep's. A satisfaction the old Dragon kept for himself while he produced that vial once more. With one hand, he held the dildo on Morkep's taint, while with the other, he poured the liquid all over the facsimile.

Right from being poured, the green liquid had an oily and tacky quality to it. It dripped and fell onto the fake cocktip, spreading all over the spearhead before multiple lines descended along the replica's length, coating the cyan shaft with that green color that was, oddly enough, close to the purple Dragon's precum.

"Morkep?" asked Gnur, raising his gaze to see his partner was still looking away.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you want to give your cock a kiss before it goes inside?"

To the playful tease, Morkep answered with a huff but didn't budge. Not even when the cocktip nudged his sizeable tail hole. The orifice, almost discrete and unassuming compared to Morkep's slit, had, over the years, turned into a wonderful gaped hole.

One still lubricated from the enchanted plug. With a movement, the fake dick pushed its tipped end through. The penile barbs followed, rubbing the tempting hole.

Despite his cold attitude and pathetic attempt to hide his pleasure, the Dragon's body answered by a slight movement of those hips and a spurt from its cocktip. A jet of precum traced a greenish line over the western's dragon belly that joined with the drenched slit.

But no moans this time.

"You're playing hard to get? Cute," said Gnur with that same devious attitude. Next, the nudging became a forceful push within Morkep's orifice.

One that forced all of Morkep's fake length down into the hole until the Dragon felt stretched, stuffed, and sensed that little bump in his lower belly.

But the golden one was not done. Because the moment Morkep turned to glance at his partner, expecting something worse, something did happen.

Gnur looked at him, raising his right eyebrow like a teasing bastard. That old Dragon had been waiting for this, and his grin... Oh, that was one of a sadist enjoying it.

Especially when he flicked a switch; the deeply-nestled dildo changed from a stuffing rod into a wild beast vibrating and fighting against Morkep's inner walls.

"AH!" shouted the purple Dragon, now facing his partner and losing his composure in the moment. More precum oozed out of his dick, more sways came into his hips. His bound legs were fighting against the stocks. In vain.

He couldn't escape as the dildo jolted and seemed to roll within the Dragon's needy hole, poking and nudging his prostate. Worse, however, was Gnur's fingers a breath away from the switch... Not enough to stop the old Dragon from giving the switch minor adjustments. Up, down, went the intensity and speed while the artificial dick went rampaging inside Morkep's ass.

A mere toy...

Humiliated before Gnuranmox's playful attitude and perversion, of soft chuckles in petto and silent grin while his golden eyes gauged Morkep's body.

Paws, limbs, face, wings, slit...

Yet, first was a caress onto the purple Dragon's cheek, a token of affection instantly met with snapping fangs and an outraged expression: "Let me cum!" shouted the youngest of the two, without pleasure or release.

"Shh, enjoy the moment, my Princess," chuckled Gnur while he gave the deeply nestled dildo a flick. From thunderous shockwaves edging the purple Dragon, it turned into a slight buzz that kept nagging Morkep's prostate without giving him an ounce of satisfaction.

Much like his erect cock, a breath away from the eldest.

And again, Gnuranmox ignored it, walking around to grab the Dragon's left hind leg, and its paw. Carefully, the old dragon wedged the clenching paw between his digits. With a swirl of his opposable thumb, he kneaded the reinforced pads, pressed the callosity formed by all the pressure applied on them.

His thumb, just as rigid and reinforced, quickly dug into the resistant flesh.

"Do you like it, princess? When your male takes care of you?" asked the Dragon as he sensed the tense muscles beneath the scales and scutes or the slight tremor coming from his partner.

"Hmphh!" huffed in return the purple Dragon, struggling once more to take his paw away from Gnur.

An act of vain defiance because Gnur not only kept his grip but then used one claw to scratch the ball of the foot. Above, Morkep grunted, gritted his teeth, exhaled. However, it was clear he could not escape nor avoid the delight from the massage: he fidgeted on the table, his wings hit the soft wood.

Gnur always managed to scratch the right spot, the right place. This time was no different as his claw nestled in a tiny crevice where scales folded and nerves concentrated, never to be released.

Until now.

Until that perverted dragon dug his claw, and Morkep felt like his body screamed in blissful abandon; one he had to fight, lest his toes would curl around the ball and reveal he... Enjoyed it.

He didn't want to. He wanted to be angry, to be frustrated at the teasing. He hated being perceived like a fruit being peeled off by someone's gaze and touch. Yet, he loved it.

He could not give in. Not when that Dragon had been caging him. But Gnur used his strong digits to squeeze a jolt of pleasure out from the paw. Then the other... Then, back to the first.

"Tell me you like it. I can feel it," chuckled Gnur while tracing circles on the scutes with enough strength for Morkep to experience the massage. "Perhaps I can move up to your front paws. They're always so tense before our sessions; your work must be awfully stressful."

To the sardonic comment, Morkep still huffed but answered: "As if. Now, give me the release I want! That dildo is driving me crazy!" groaned the purple Dragon, abhorring the constant buzz within him.

"That dildo?" asked the golden one, pointing at the Dildo inside, feigning ignorance.

"Yes! I WANT TO CUM!" shouted out loud Morkep, unaware his slit looked deeper. Or perhaps was it his cock that wasn't as hard?

In any case, his attention was on Gnur as he leaned on the table and approached the digit from the dildo.

"This very one?"

"I WANT SOMETHING REAL! CRANK IT UP!"

"As you wish, princess," grinned Gnur.

That second, that very second, his finger lifted, and those golden eyes gleamed with malice, Morkep regretted it.

And he regretted it more when the dildo exploded.

Not in fire and pieces, but with such energy and movement, it went from a buzz to an assault. A terrible torture of strikes against his prostate, a thumping motion that wouldn't stop.

Morkep gasped but didn't inhale back the air that escaped.

His mouth stayed agape while his neck outstretched, like his limbs and wings, to his flapping tail.

His guts were pummeled from the inside, with so much strength he thought his prostate would break and his stomach burst. He-

It stopped.

"So... Do you still want me to "crank it up?" said the old Dragon with that arrogant and demeaning speech. He pranced around, dancing around the exhausted Morkep, who gasped and heaved, his eyes wide and drool dripping.

"I-... N- Never again," he answered, blinking to the light above as if there was someone to answer to.

"Well, if you don't want my loving attention or a dildo's love... How will we handle that little one, there?"

Gnur's question hung in the air, followed by a few steps. But then, the dragon's warm breath was onto Morkep's dick and slit. With a huff, two gusts of air escaped the golden nostrils to caress the flesh that was likely about to burst and had been dripping with fluids.

The shaft stood, a bit, defiantly: erect but without the sheer bravado it possessed minutes before. Now, its angle was a bit too excessive. It was a matter of seconds before the cocktip would make contact with Morkep's scales.

But that, Gnur hid it away with his head while he approached his digits from the slit and kept it open. No, widened it by pressing on each side of the swollen opening until the bright blue flesh and the greenish precum were exposed.

A marvel, a cauldron of delightful fluids the old one inhaled and breathed onto before grumbling.

"Please," whined Morkep behind his neck. The Dragon's body was tense after all those months without release. He needed it, he felt it in his core. He was about to burst; his testicles were so full of hormones and needs. His prostate would keep tormenting him if he didn't have his orgasm.

Even now, he felt the shiver of folly go through his spine when he dreamed, not thought, but dreamed of an ejaculation. It seemed impossible to reach, even when Gnur was here.

Lapping down the slit, using his sharp pointy tongue to plunge within the widened and deepened slit, Gnur pushed it inside. He carelessly slurped the liquid. Sound? Fluids dripping? Pressure? Suction?

The old Dragon acted out like a messy eater and sucked the fluid out of the slit with enough effort Morkep felt his flesh moving along and being tugged on. But no pleasure, not yet, as the old dragon did everything to avoid the sensitive "lips" or the dick... Which would be impossible if he had a full erection. Yet, the golden Dragon proved it as his tongue swirled around and avoided any strokes.

"P- Please! My dick! Lick it!" cried Morkep, gritting his teeth as he sensed the claw onto his scales, so close now to his genitals. They were no danger... Except for driving him mad.

Gnur wasn't violent, just a damn tease.

"GNUR! I'M ABOUT TO EXPLODE!" cried Morkep again, not withholding his fury and needs.

"Haaah, so needy. Let me enjoy my moment, sweety."

"No! Just... Urgh! SIX MONTHS!"

If he had been in the condition to use his legs, he would have facepalmed or hidden his face.

But no, he had to watch his partner's neck while he drank.

Worse, he had to experience the tongue being so close, so so close he could feel the precum move and swirl around his sensitive dick. This... This was hellish.

"Pleeease!" he whined, closing his eyes and humping the air. Or attempting to, as his partner's weight kept him on the table.

"Fineeee, have it! You slut," answered the older Dragon.

"Then do- HAH!"

The moment Gnur's tongue touched Morkep's dick, it felt like a bolt had hit the sensitive skin then ran along his whole dick, encompassed his slit, climbed his spine... And devour his brain whole.

His wings dropped, his nape hit the table. His toes curled, his tail swept the air.

One jolt among many. Many more came from the Dragon's tongue that had coiled around the shaft and began to suckle on it. Not only beginning, entirely sucking Morkep, beatified.

The soft texture of the tongue, the tongue tip nagging his glans, the slight tickling whenever Gnur reached the base and toyed with the slit.

It was hot, wonderful, warm.

And after six months of restriction, of a cage, of his dick being crushed, this felt perfect and nice.

This could be... As if he had been granted release for the first time in his life...

It was perfect. Too perfect. Too good. Too satisfying.

"Hrmph, what- is happening?" he mouthed, his eyes half-closed. His legs were tense, his toes curling the paw, his breath short. He felt like he was on the verge of cumming, but... There was nothing.

No little nudge pushing him from the edge. Even though Gnur made many efforts and proved himself to be an incredible lover when he desired to be.

The same Gnur who... Chuckled?

In a concerto of grunt and growl, the male dragon shifted his position and posture to have his head below Morkep's waistline revealing what had happened while casually licking the precum from within that font.

Morkep was... Soft. Not only soft, the sensations were dulled: not gone as he could feel the movements, but none could manage to satisfy or please him. His purple cock, so erect and upright before, was limp, lying amidst the puddle of its own doing. And yes, Gnur's eager lapping didn't help.

"What have you done?" moaned Morkep, again fighting with the stocks to get himself out. Failing.

Hence, he watched his lover happily grumbling and licking, swallowing more until the slit had been drained and only remained the purple Dragon's cock lay in there.

"Hmm? You talked to me?" joyfully teased the older Dragon, feigning ignorance once more while he gripped Morkep's shaft between his fingers. He held it like between tweezers and dragged it around: right, then left, then back right.

"Who else could I talk to? This is not funny! What did you do?" cried Morkep, watching his shaft spurt more precum all around while handled by Gnur. Even suckled on when the massive Dragon brought the puny end to his lips and took a sample. "Hrmphh, tell me!"

"See... That was my little surprise. It's temporary, but your tiny cocklet is much cuter this way," said Gnur, lifting the cock as if erect to lick it from the base to the oozing tip. "Tastes better, too."

"This is not fun, Gnur! Undo this at- hrgnf!"

The stimulation was not unwelcome, as it was rather enjoyable. Remained nonetheless the sensation of fullness in Morkep's balls and prostate as his frills expanded, in fury and spite.

"A potion, really? A... Lowly trick? Ah yes! Because that's the only way you can be more virile than any dragon your age. Make them impotent so you're not alone in this!" snarled Morkep, not amused at all. "Oh! Wait! Perhaps we should give it to a minotaur next time he comes for your slit!"

Neither was Gnur when his licking and kissing stopped. His pupils contracted from a wide opening to a vertical slit befitting a predator. The Dragon released his grip on the shaft and put both paws on the table. There, the wood began to creak but endured. It endured when the massive golden Dragon jumped on the table with his wings flapping and his tail sweeping the air.

His lips pursed, he revealed his teeth as he stepped on the table, careful not to crush Morkep's body beneath.

"Gnur! I'll take it back! But! But give me back my dick!"

One step at a time, his breath vibrating with a rumbling ire, the Dragon's fiery and golden eyes were drawn onto Morkep, who would have shrunk in place if not for his bonds. Especially when the aged one had his muzzle over his neck.

"Is this your fear, I smell? Of me? Or of not getting any release?" asked Gnur, his voice low and controlled, a tone rarely employed between the two as they were on an agreement.

Morkep gulped, his throat filling with saliva as he glanced at the Dragon's tail, looking like a mace at that moment, never a good sign.

"Banter all you want, Morkep. But here, in that room, you're nothing but a whelp begging for his teeny whiny dicklet to have some release," said Gnur, one paw lifted to draw circles over the purple scales covering the youngest's collarbone.

"You thrash around, you fight, you spite. But in the end, you come back and beg for more."

Gnur didn't conceal anything at all. His words were cold, hitting, prickling Morkep's emotions.

"You say-"

"Weigh your words, slut," cut back Gnuranmox, stretching his neck to occlude the ceiling light by his presence. Even his wings had unfurled, threatening to scrape the walls by their presence while light diminished.

"You may want me to leave, but not only will you lose our kinship. But what would happen to you, cold and calculating entrepreneur, the moment when your needs take the better of you... And no one will be there to satisfy them with the discretion I provide?"

Morkep blinked, his mouth half-open.

"Perhaps Arch-" he said, swallowing his saliva.

"Irrelevant, he has no interest in your hunger for submission."

"Du-" mumbled Morkep.

"Just as dull. He wouldn't know how to handle your yearning for bindings."

It left Morkep with himself, thinking... Dreaming. Nobody could fit or be as safe. Gnuranmox was a friend, as much as dragons could call friends one another: their lives were still driven by hierarchy and power. A difficulty they overcame as they built their partnership on more than this rapport of strength: they helped one another, protected their hoards, ensured each other's territory wasn't under assault. Lately, in the last century, it was through their deals with smaller bipeds they collaborated.

So... He shook his head, reneging on his words.

"You're giving up? Good, good girl," stated Gnur with his entire paw now laying on Morkep's chest, pressing it with a part of his weight. The golden neck descended, bringing along that muzzle, breathing directly at the purple one's face.

"A good, submissive female, I will breed until she is begging me to stop," continued Gnur, his voice purring.

"I-"

"Tttt!" tutted the massive Dragon, his vertical pupils eyeing the throat as his clawed paw seemed to climb, higher on the collarbone. "I... What?"

"Nothing."

"Good slut," purred Gnur, eagerly retracting his paws and head. His pupils had dilated. His tail relaxed, likewise to his demeanor when he jumped off the table in thunderous chaos to observe the long line of toys at disposition.

"You can be a good princess when threatened, Morkep. But do you know the virtues of a good mate?" asked Gnur, his paws passing over the wooden shelves in his inspection.

"N- No?" croaked the purple Dragon, looking down where Gnur's paw had been... And then back to his slit.

"Shame. You told me so many times how you bred females. I guess you didn't... Or they used one dildo to get something out of this," chuckled Gnur, settling for a Dildo. An inflatable dildo with straps hanging from it. Its purpose? Morkep shuddered at it while the older one turned and lifted it.

"A good mate should have three qualities: Slutty, breedable, silent. You want them to please you, to provide a clutch, and to know when to keep quiet, when matters are at play. Sadly for you, you only fulfilled one of the three," commented Gnur, using his tail to hold onto the dildo as he went closer to Morkep's head, then disappeared behind, behind his head and the table. Only glances confirmed the presence of the aureate Dragon more than the chuckles and his heaving breaths.

"You? I thought you had the silent part figured out, but no. A reeducation is in dire need if my six months absence made you uppity. Luckily, you're slutty... This leaves only two topics to learn: Breeding... And your blabbering mouth. In fact, your cocklet is no longer a hindrance; perhaps I could get a clutch out of you," stated Gnur... And in front of Morkep appeared the dildo. Elongated, with a broad base that grew thinner as it approached the spaded tip. It was a dragon cock, but unlike Gnur's or Morkep's. And definitely bigger than Morkep's, even from before. So much so the young Dragon audibly swallowed at the image of choking on that massive cock.

However... It felt exciting. Gnur's talk, the way he spoke about him, that dildo, being bound. Thrashing he may be, but in the end, Morkep enjoyed it all. A detail that didn't go unnoticed when his lips suckled on the fake tip he was fed.

"As for your mouth... You are a better cocksucker than orator, Morkep. It's time you let males speak for you," confirmed Gnur, pushing a few inches further.

Right away, the purple Dragon gargled and gurgled but still swallowed the fake tip as it rubbed his elongated tongue and poked his throat. It dived, pushed, then passed through the aperture and continued. Gnur's hands were steady, and so was Morkep's breath while the facsimile was forced until... Until the taste of plastic had filled the mouth.

The Dragon's throat was filled, too, but not enough to make it bulge or choke. Merely enough to get gargles from him whenever he tried to speak.

"Sorry, you can't get the real deal, girl. One dragon can't be everywhere," said Gnur with that sly attitude as his fingers quickly tied the gagging dildo around the Dragon's neck so he couldn't speak anymore.

And thus... The silence fell in the room, except for the heaving breaths, the stomping steps, the flapping wings. But no words from the lair's owner while his mate searched for another trinket. Something that was just as devious as the gag, and one he placed around that muzzle instead of in.

"Don't worry, girl. I want you to look perfect," grinned Gnur, muzzling his lover like a mere dog with a rough contraption made of leather and steel. You wouldn't expect a dragon to wear an oversized dog muzzle, and yet... Yet Morkep had been silenced, his toothy mouth and lips partially concealed while his eyes darted left and right.

"Oh, sweet love. Don't look at me like this. You never learned to be silent. And only bad girls don't learn their lessons."

The teal eyes were on Gnur, observing the Dragon's cold and calculating demeanor. He was furious, that was certain, and that anger was seen in the sway of that tail or the movement of the wings. But it was the only beginning of the oldest's plans.

Plans that were surely filled with abuse, aftercare, kinky exchanges. In Petto, Morkep hoped for more to come, for his lover to be there to make his night long, exciting, tempting. So full of stimulation, he'd be awake all night.

The paws departed from the muzzle, leaving Morkep needy and excited. In his mouth, he only tasted the plastic and nothing else. One that slowly spread further as the older Dragon caught the little pump hanging from the dildo and squeezed it. A bit more, again a bit more. A bit more as the dildo inflated and grew bigger, forcing onto the Dragon's jaw until it was the muzzle that limited the aperture and left the mouth open, painfully so.

One dragon of his stature should be angry, frustrated, or batting his wings to escape such a situation.

However, Morkep happily sucked the fake shaft, feeling it throb in his mouth when Gnur gave a few last pumps. He drooled, much like his impotent manhood, driven by his lust and desires. There was this truth he rarely dared to admit out loud: He yearned for those moments with Gnur. He was infatuated when Gnur would attach him and render him powerless. Whether by bonds, by berating him... Or both. Both felt exceedingly good, so much so he couldn't control his tail hitting the wood at a steady pace. Oh... He would have begged Gnur for more after goading him so much.

But the older Dragon didn't need any of that.

Not when he had moved by Morkep's groin and now employed his large paws to pry the slit open while, with his index fingers, he attempted to push and cram Morkep's soft dick inside. His forcing against the rim and the inner walls was not displeasing for the purple Dragon. After all, he was partially numbed, and solely a part of the sensation reached up to his mind.

Nonetheless, it was... Strange. Usually, the more someone poked around until Morkep became aware of the inside of his slit, the more excited he felt. The more his cock dripped with fluids and stood erect, pushing through the opening and desiring.

Not now. There was no erection, and now, he sensed the vast emptiness of the slit within his body: how its presence nudged his prostate and lower guts. It was... odd. He discovered that sensation for the first time, of being so empty, so... Unfulfilled.

One that worsened when the clawed digits were inside him, wiggling around as if to get some space. Like... Like a cunt. He- No, he couldn't chuckle but would have if not for the dildo that forced his throat open.

"Mrphh!" he screamed, deliciously powerless against the warm and curious fingers.

"Shhh, girl. Don't tense up; your pussy must be ready for your husband," stated the male with that devious attitude.

"Mphhh!" continued Morkep, shaking his head.

"Oh, don't worry, my girl. I will breed you," chuckled Gnur, removing his fingers and jumping on the table. His body, massive and heavy, threatened the wood structure.

But as proof of Gnur's craftsmanship, it endured both weights while the older Dragon placed his feet carefully in a wider stance, his chest lower compared to his belly. His back was an arch. Therefore, it was impossible for Morkep to see what the Dragon was doing though he imagined it... Had seen it before: Gnur's pink dick would protrude out of his discrete slit, coated with enough precum it would dribble from over the spines and ridge over that big cock. A monster of flesh he would wave around, swaying his hips a bit... Before.

It wasn't hard to imagine it: pounding someone's hole, someone's wide cunt. Imagining it swallowed by teal lips, coated with feminine fluids while it went inside and pumped that warm cum inside those lips, impregnating the future eggs and-

"Hrmphhh!"

"Shhh. You don't want your Kobold to notice you've been a slutty girl," chuckled Gnur, stroking his partner's neck with his paw for half a second.

A second during which the warm breath stroked the purple scales, the eyelids, and dark spikes.

Only then did the Dragon's arched back move, aligned with that same curvature.

Gnuranmox's chest lifted, his forelegs stretched, and his wings unfurled to occlude the light in the room. As his backside, it lowered.

"HHHHHHMM! HMMMM!" shouted and wheezed Morkep, his breath reduced to whistling as all his air departed from his lungs in a silenced and devious cry.

But there was no point in it: he felt Gnur's ridged penis at the edge of his slit, breaking the dream he had weaved. Its warm presence was portending, dangerous as ever, as it pushed through the scaled slit without any issue. No... Not any resistance from the slit, as it couldn't clench or restrain the massive dick inside.

"Hmmm, your cunt is loose, girl. Perfect for my brood," chuckled the domineering Dragon, his golden eyes shimmering in the penumbra. "Your mouth shut, your cunt stuffed... We will get a proper female out of you. Just as moody, heh."

They shimmered so much Morkep saw the slight squint, the lifted brows. And below, the draconic grin as their owner plunged deeper within the humid slit.

Within, saliva and precum mixed and pressed onto the shaft, adding to the already prominent fluids Gnur brought. It was hot, strange, peculiar... Especially as Gnur's ridged cocktip nudged Morkep's soft one. It was eerie, like the time they rubbed against one another. But different, so... So different.

More movement followed, tickling the softened prick and tugging it around. Gnur's tip pushed left, right, as if he tried to align himself. In so, it forced on the slit's corners, forcing them to spread. And along, his dick moved and shifted, rubbing against the soft inner walls. But never enough to push him through. All those fluids, all those needs, it permeated all over Morkep's groin.

Morked was impotent, soft, limp, without any way to be erect. The further Gnur went, the more his shaft would press and nearly crush the purple's one cock before forcing it apart. But the rubbing, the squeezing, the pressure, the indirect massage... It was dull, imperfect, terrible.

"Hrmphh!" moaned the purple Dragon, extending his neck as he felt Gnur's sway left and now rub himself against his dick.

"Shhh... You know what happens to bad girls when they keep crying, hmm?"

To complete this, the golden Dragon... Dropped.

His legs lowered, bringing along his groin while the ridged end now hit the lowest depth of Morkep's inside, so much deeper than he thought. And hit that damned, damned prostate.

The instant after, Morkep saw stars, was feeling the plunging shaft pulling out... Then pushing back, pouring more of that warm precum while stroking and playing with his softened dick. He-... Oh. It was... "Hmph!"

His imagination didn't have to run amok to guess what happened as he no longer saw below. Gnur's thrusts and heaving breaths were giving it away as the ridges were playfully touching the slit's corners, either to lift them or lower them. However, the ridges' true dedication was spearheading the slit, hammering the inners in the same way, crushing and tormenting Morkep's guts. It should be painful, but it wasn't. Worse, with his erection gone, there seemed to be more "wiggle-room" the older male employed to his heart's content. He was loosening by the second; his tight opening becoming closer to a crater under Gnur's assault.

Moreover, his shaft... Tugged, pushed, forced one side, rubbed, teased. Each touch was a pang of pleasure suffusing the Dragon's groin, but... Always falling to please him, to satisfy him. He wanted to cry from the pain in his balls and prostate, but he loved it. It was something he had needed all that time. To be bred like a female, pounded like one, abused like one, disregarded like one.

Gnur huffed and grunted, his tense body moving quickly as he tried to push himself through the edge. He didn't care about Morkep's needs, which made it all the better for the submissive Dragon, embracing that... Need to live below one. "Hrmphh!"

Gnur... Fucked... Fucked and ruined that slit, turned it into a cunt, hammered his disdain without that vulva until Morkep would be filled and had to bear his brood. Morkep would bear it, he would take it.

Nothing could give that slut more pleasure. His clit... So touched and rubbed. It was nothing of importance. Just a stupid needy clit.

"Hrmphh!"

Below... Morkep was a bound mess, used like a mere fucktoy while saliva dripped from the corner of the inflated dildo and the muzzle. Nothing more could have given him pleasure, he dribbled. His tiny dicklet kept dripping and profusely lubing that slit. Being hard was not important when his cock was a mere nub to play with, sensitive but never hard. He was like a faucet, so ready and prepared to be bred. And to cum... To cum as that half-powered dildo within his ass kept buzzing and remembering what he had done. He needed to cum, just... But it was just perfect to have that stud ram his dick inside him like a vulgar rump.

"Are you excited, girl? Yes, you are. You want my brood, yes?" heaved the Dragon above, his golden eyes brimming with life and lust, like Morkep's.

Gnur was taking his time, enjoying his moment.

But he was waiting for his lover's answer as he slowed down. He was on the edge, a few thrusts away. He just needed to watch to, to see his lover's nod. To see those eyes shimmer and admit.

And they did... That little elongated muzzle did nod.

"G- Good girl!" growled Gnur, plunging his dick inside again!

And again!

And more, his body trembling from excitation.

The hips swayed, the wings flapped, the tail swept the air. And... In a thunderous growl, the golden dragon stretched his neck as his lower body crashed against Morkep's groin; their slits joined together as a flood of warm cum poured within the purple Dragon's body. A downpour that kept going, peaking with each exhalation from Gnur, but nonetheless decreasing until...

Until by the end of it, by the end of that instant, resonated the loud breath from the aureate dragon, his body trembling and heavy as he pulled out and looked down on his work. His dick was coated with fluids, with cum... And from it dripped more of that musky substance that fell into the flooded hole he had conquered a moment before. And he grinned, glancing at his partner and lover.

Morkep... Who had turned silent, with only the faint whistling from his breath revealing he was still there. That... And his teal eyes gleaming with envy... With desires for more abuse, more brutality.

"Sorry, Girl. Your husband needs a bath and a nap," chuckled Gnur.

Words... A few words, admittedly marked by a slight slur and exhaustion in their articulation.

But words that barely reached Morkep's mind in the afterglow. His slit had been saturated with precum. No longer as Gnur had replaced it all with cum, pumping so much of it there had some dripping on the side. But... it had filled that cunt, that slit, that open hole to be bred. Cum... Warm, sticky, steamy, pleasing. It encompassed the soft shaft, bathed it in its presence, its musky perfume. One that had overtaken Morkep's, replaced it... Erased it.

He had been marked, like a good girl, a good female. Oh, he had to relive this, one way or another. To play that moment when the semen entirely... Swathed his soft manhood. His prostate ached, his balls ached, his dick wanted nothing more but to have its release.

But he didn't react... His eyes watched the blinking light until a face appeared in front of him:

"What a perfect mate. Silent, slutty, and oh so full. Too bad there's no cum," chuckled that face, steaming but not with sweat. How long had Morkep been out?

Morkep blinked, his eyes shifting from left to right to see the Dragon move.

"Mhhm?"

"Oh, I'm here to reward my princess. You've been a good girl during that breeding. So I have to give you what you desire," chuckled Gnur, scratching his chin in a manner pertaining to mortals.

"Hmphh?"

"Right, right, I have to reward such a good girl for staying ready for me six months long, too. Kendra, the pump," said the old Dragon, turning around to be by Morkep's side while his paw was extended towards something or someone at the entrance.

"Here, Master Gnur."

"Thank you, you are dismissed," he said, lifting what seemed to be a hand-held pump adapted to a Dragon's size.

A pump Morkep eyed when Gnur placed it on the table, turned it... Then extended the tubes on each end: one towards Morkep's slit, plunging the tip inside; the second forced inside Morkep's mouth by wedging it between the cheek and the dildo.

"Have a drink, princess, it's on me," chuckled Gnur, holding the pump in his hands.

Morkep watched, observed the fingers squeeze the plastic pump, and felt air rush in his mouth.

Again did Gnur pump, pumping more and more air until it was just a slight push.

And... Came the fluids. Fluids from Gnur, entirely Gnur's fluids. Entirely that tasty, tacky, pungent, powerful, delicious cum. One that stuck to his tongue, to his throat, stomach... Oh, the pleasure to have it in his stomach. He drank, gurgling and gargling as the liquid flooded his insides.

It was a taste he had grown to know well after nights of pleasuring Gnur. But one he didn't tire off as the older Dragon kept pumping, and pumping, and pumping.

"That's it, drink it all, good girl," said Gnur, emphasizing the good girl by extending the vowels until his throat rumbled.

At this moment, nothing could have satisfied the old Dragon more than to see Morkep drinking his juice... If not, perhaps watching those teal eyes blinking and closing, disappearing whenever another squeeze forced more cum within the Dragon's mouth.

More, always more, a pool of fluids to fulfill Morkep's need for semen and...

Ended when Gnur stopped the pump and pulled both tube ends out of their places. Out of the cum-coated mouth, out of the emptied slit.

Without the moaning and swaying, Morkep watched with needy and excited eyes.

"Oh, Morkep. Don't make those eyes. I know your cunt needs to bear my eggs. But I'm tired... And you're still punished for berating your male."

"Mhrphh!"

"Yes, like that. Remember, a good mate knows when to stay silent. But with my love, it'll be all fixed."

The older Dragon chuckled at the screams and moans, uncaring for Morkep's bruised ego. Not at all. Or... if he cared, it was with the bemusement of watching that slutty and needy dragon try to move his hips away when the older Dragon lifted the terrible cockcage before the teal eyes.

"Oh, don't make a fuss. It's for your own good," stated Morkep, placing the metal plate onto the slit.

The steel was cold, so cold as it was fitted within the slit, nearly swallowed by the wide orifice before Gnur began to use the bolts to secure the metal anchors inside.

It felt like having his slit being clawed... But the worst for Morkep was his partner's breath and warm fingers teasing his orifice, tempting him and tormenting his body. Remembering he was a male!

"MRPHHHH!" he shouted, shaking his head in despair and need. He wanted to cum! To cum! At least one more time! He had to! He needed to cum! Nothing was as good as cumming! Nothing! Nothing could equate it!

"MHRPHHHH!"

"Don't anger me, Girl. Keep quiet," soberly said Gnur, turning the key that locked the anchors and the bolts. One bolt, one pang of pain, one turn, one bolt, one pang of pain, one turn. It repeated, secured by the Dragon's deft hands that worked relentlessly to block Morkep's dragonhood, cage it, and hide it from the world again.

"Hrmphh... And yet, here I was ready to ask you to be my wife," said Gnur with a scowl, his hands stopping over the slit.

And so did Morkep's fuss, his teal eyes turning at the older male.

"We would need some changes in our relationship, as your awful uppity streaks are unacceptable... But so far, your lusty needs and your breedable hips are a wonder I don't tire of," stated Gnur, knocking against the metal.

Morkep's frills extended while he tilted his head on the right in surprise.

To this, the older Dragon returned to the bolt, turning it despite his lover's restrained cries.

"You want it, don't you? To be my mate? A good little dragon wifey, that's what you've been dreaming about while I pounded you... Right?"

Morkep stopped, his legs rigid. He-... He would never say it. Moreover, he had that muzzle and-

"You can nod, sweety," said Gnur, as if reading his mind. In the end, the old Dragon was still talented in reading his slut's mind.

"Hmphh," huffed Morkep, looking away. But as Gnur's movements stopped and his breath was almost gone, the purple one turned to his lover. And nodded.

"You'll have to learn to agree to my requests, each of them, little draggie. But you're a quick learner. Also... I've used all my stocks of the preparation I bought. But you wouldn't mind if I bought more, isn't it?"

Again, Morkep nodded, but with more conviction. At that point, his frills trembled while he shook his head.

"Good because I have something else considering your cock," off-handed Gnur, turning another bolt before putting a key inside.

The revelation hung in the air, leaving Morkep needy while his lover turned the last set of keys and bolts... Despite the purple dragon's frills opening and closing. He didn't care, nor did he seem to care, as he turned to the stacks of toys to search for something.

Until he finally returned with a black blindfold and earplugs, he put on the table by the dragon's hips.

"Your clit... I noticed it was smaller than last time, so much so it made me wonder. Could it be possible to shrink it further? Doesn't it sound appealing to you?"

Morkep blinked. He bobbed his head back then forth. Then his teal eyes opened wide.

Did he? Yes, he did. Did he really? Of course, that was Gnuranmox.

A shiver ran through the Dragon's spine as he shook his head, only to have his lover's paw grab his muzzle.

"Don't answer yet. But remember, if you want to be a good wife, you must listen to your male."

Followed the blindfold, black as night, and adapted to a Dragon's size. Morkep didn't want to but he allowed his lover to put it on, erasing the blinking light from his sight. He adjusted the cloth, passed it over the spines.

"Nighty night, Morkep. Think about it," said Gnur with a suave tone, pushing each earplugs within the Dragon's head. As a reflex, the purple one tilted his head on the other side. But it meant nothing when bound, and soon... The light, the sounds, they were all off.

Oblivion, the end. The night, the dream. The absence.

He couldn't see anything... Only could he feel his body ache, his cock lust, his wings yearn to unfurl.

He didn't hear anything but felt the kiss on his cheeks.

One followed by a whisper, a breath.

Then a hand fumbled around his ass until something clicked. And the Dildo that had stayed within Morkep sprung to life. It roared, it screamed, it exploded in all its restrained fury.

And swallowed the purple Dragon whole.

Minutes, hours, days... His mind was floating in the sea of imagined sensations.

His ego drawn towards random thoughts, of being abandoned there, of being left to be macerate in his wants. Another was Gnur had never left and would pop right now... Right now!

Or mere ideas, fluttering reminiscence of nights he had shared with his mate before. Moments when he had unleashed all the pent-up energy he always possessed. Oh, he wished he could feel Gnur's embrace anew.

Oh... He wished so much.

He wished to be a good wife.