Dragon Hunter
Dragon Hunter
A furry erotic story (c) Daimont Silverfeather.
This story is a work of fiction and involves an anthropomorphic dragon in a situation that is not suitable for underage readers. This contains adult material should be read by those only of mature age.
This is a side story to a 'series' I have going, so it may help to read 'Testing' and 'Home Project' first to understand some of the events mentioned in this story.
All characters are copyright Daimont Silverfeather.
This story is inspired by the picture 'Unicorn Hunter' by MoodyFerret
It was dark in Daimont's apartment, the blue furry dragon had fallen asleep on his sofa in front of the television, twitching his ears a bit as he slowly woke up, looking around his dark living room.
"Ugh...how long was I asleep?" He looked around but he couldn't see any clock for the time, but then he blinked at his dark television screen. "Wait...when did I turn you off?"
Daimont was feeling a little spooked; it was probably just his imagination. He slowly got up, stretching out as he wiggled his bare paws on his carpet; maybe going to bed would help. He started moving out and he passed his computer desk and the simple four legged chair.
'Daimont...'
The dragon froze in, his fur sticking up on end, he was afraid to look, but he knew he heard a voice. He looked around slowly, not sure what to expect before he gasped suddenly as a form materialized in front of him; the shock making him stumble back and fall into his chair.
The figure was a female kirin: the fur covering her body was a soft black while her mane and tail were jet black, red scales covering the top of her head and down her chest, showing her ample breasts. Her hooves and horn were a dark, inky black and as she moved closed, no sound was heard on his floor. She locked her glowing yellow eyes on him, staring right into him. Daimont was practically paralyzed in his seat as the creature moved in close, so close he could smell the faint sweet scent about her, whispering into his ear, 'I found you.'
The dragon yelped out when he felt something suddenly, a broad strap wrapped around his chest and pulled his back to the chair as more were felt around his wrists, binding his arms to the chair arms, followed by the unmistakable sound of padlocks clicking in place.
He started to panic, hearing the locks made him start to struggle against the straps, whimpering out as he looked up at the kirin before she knelt down, her muzzle and inch from his, whispering to him again. 'What's the matter? Don't you want this?'
The dragon gulped hard and whimpered, he couldn't hide the fact that he was turned on by this, bound by this beauty before him, he always wanted to be dominated by a female like this, and he couldn't hold it in as he stared at her, "Yes...yes I do want this..."
The kirin smiled softly and moved forward, opening her mouth and kissed him, making him open his own mouth and she slide her tongue inside, swirling it around inside and teased his own tongue. She moved her arms down to his sides and traced her paws along the strap on his chest until she took hold of something: the padlock holding it in place. She extended her thin red claws and touched the bottom of he lock, a small sizzling sound could be heard followed by a small scent, both of these made Daimont panic, whimpering into their kiss as the thought flashed into his mind, 'Oh god she's sealing the locks!'
The kirin smiled as she broke their kiss and sat on her haunches, grabbing the padlocks on the straps holding the dragon's arms and touched them, the same sound followed and Daimont knew he was sealed in, making him whimper and struggle before something else grabbed his attention, something was wiggling at his feet and the all too familiar feel of padded cuffs closed around his ankles, it was the cuffs to his own invention: the slave sandals. He pulled at his legs; the cuffs were already closed and holding his legs to the front legs of the chair, and now he felt the padded straps slowly close about his paws, the ankle clasps slowly tightening into place, followed by the foot straps, pressing his feet down to the hard, soft feel soles of the sandals and holding his toes trapped.
The black kirin smiled at him as she placed her paws on his chest and slide them down; tearing at his shirt and exposed his orange-scaled chest, and kept going, stroking her paws over his crotch and the bulge that had formed, making the dragon whimper and gasp out in want. 'Ah ah...not yet.' She moved her hands down and started to stroke his now bound feet, the sensations shoot through Daimont and made him out even louder. He felt her touch and stroke his feet while she moved, when he heard the small clicks he knew she was putting the small padlocks into the buckles, locking the sandals and no doubt sealing them as well, the small ozone-like smell wafted to his nose. He was now trapped.
Daimont began to pant out hard and he struggled weakly, his arousal was reaching higher levels than he knew he could have. The kirin smiled at his reaction and stood up, straddling his lap as she tenderly stroked him through his pants, making him squirm and moan. 'I have gone after and hunted many, all who willingly came with me, to be mine to tease and use. Do you want this?'
Daimont gasped and groans at her tending strokes and at her words, "Yes...yes I do..."
The kirin smiled, her muzzle an inch from his, 'And you accept me as your mistress?'
"Yes...yes I do..."
The kirin knelt in close and whispered tenderly in his ear, "My name is Mike Rowe."
Daimont opened his eyes and blinked a few times, panting a bit from being startled as he looked at his television. "And this is my job."
The dragon sat up and looked around; he must have fallen asleep on his couch and left the television on the Discovery Channel; the channel starting it's evening line-up, which woke him up. He was bare-chested and seeing his shirt thrown into his computer chair and his sandals by his feet he remembered that he had taken it off earlier. No mysterious figure, no straps, no padlocks, it was just him.
He put a paw to his head, "I-it...it was a dream?" He shook his head and smiled a bit at the thought. "Wow...maybe I shouldn't spend all that time on Fur Affinity if I get dreams like that." He picked up his remote and turned off the television and stood up, yawning as he made his way to his bedroom, deciding to worry about picking his stuff up in the morning.
But had he taken the time, he might have noticed the strange tears in his shirt, tears that strangely resembled claw marks...