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"Rrrnnnh..." Nassara lashed her tail and growled, straightening out and pulling her snout away from her damp, lust-swollen sex. Sometimes one's own touch just wasn't enough to sate a dragoness! Her paw hadn't satisfied her, her tail hadn't, not even her tongue lapping at her clit had been enough to slake her desire... A tremor ran through her as she rolled to her feet and stood, and the imminent peak she'd been working herself towards faded away; her body yearned for it, but she knew that today just licking herself to climax would leave her disappointed!

No... What she needed beneath her tail right now was a hot, thick dragon cock.

The green-and-white-striped female was fortunate enough to have two dragons who lived close by, and both of them had mounted her in the past... but she wasn't sure she'd get what she was hoping for from either of them today. Patrannas had the advantage of both living right across the valley from her, and having in her judgment the biggest dick in the mountains! Just thinking about it made her squirm, her hips shimmying side to side as she pictured it in her mind... Thick, and ridged, large enough that when he claimed her it put such a wonderful strain on her to take it! But Patrannas had been acting strange about it for the last few months: suddenly reluctant to do anything sexy with her, regardless of how worked up she managed to get him, always talking about how he needed to think about his future, about eggs, about finding the right dragoness to loose his seed in... Not that she wanted to bear his eggs, at least not right now, but the implication that she was somehow inferior to whatever ideal dragoness was in his head still rankled her.

And as for Dornas... Well, she didn't want to go to him unless she had to. Yeah, he'd mount her--eventually--but he would insist on putting her into bondage, and teasing her, and driving her mad with lust before giving her what she wanted. Maybe the orgasm would be strong, but she wanted a dragon to pin her down and fuck her now, not in a few hours!

The needy heat under her tail made her shudder again. Oh, she really needed a male to ride, and standing there imagining it certainly wouldn't help! So Nassara spread her wings, dashed out into the sun and took off, catching the wind that always blew down the valley and soaring up into the sky. The currents were easy to ride, so she barely had to flap her wings to stay level, and she forced herself to keep to a relaxed pace as she drifted along the ridge toward the other dragon's cave. Rocketing over to him as fast as her body wanted her to might make him worry about some sort of emergency... and while her need for a dragon to fuck her was beginning to feel like an emergency to her, he was unlikely to be put into a willing mood by such a sudden appearance.

She loosed a short cry of greeting as she descended toward the wide, grassy field outside the cave he called home. Only a moment later he roared his response: not only home, but awake, and willing to talk to her! Maybe today he'd be as willing to put that massive cock of his to use as he had been whenever she'd asked for it just a few months ago...

Patrannas prowled outside as she came in to land, head arched high and proud, blue scales bright nearly to the point of sparkling--most likely freshly groomed. Maybe he was hoping to see her, maybe even expecting her! She flared her wings and flapped hard, gusts of wind blowing the long grass flat, then settled gracefully onto her paws. "Hey there, 'Ranny..."

"Nassara." He inclined his head politely and took a couple of steps closer, his wings rustling. "How are you today?"

Already she could see his head cocking to one side, sniffing the air: she knew she smelled hot, thanks to her earlier attempts to sate herself, and decided she might as well get straight to the point! "Needy."

"Needy." The dragon blinked, and settled slowly onto his haunches. "And I take it you would like my help to satisfy this need of yours?"

"Oh yes! What do you say? Think you could help a 'ness out?" She pranced closer and nuzzled his chest, the tip of her snout trailing down towards his belly...

But Patrannas let out a snort, and nipped at her until she pulled her head away--before she could reach down far enough to nuzzle his slit. He eyed her for a long moment, then flicked his tail and said, "why should I?"

She pouted and gave him a firm nip in response, right on the tip of his snout. "Why? Is that really a question? What dragon says no to a tumble with an eager pretty female?" She drew herself up and tilted her head coyly at him.

"Maybe because a quick little 'tumble' doesn't excite me." He growled at her, seeming unimpressed--and not aroused, either!--by the thought of mounting her. "Aren't you getting a little old to be so focused on your urges?"

"There's nothing wrong with enjoying my body! Or sharing it with someone else." Nassara squirmed and huffed in frustration; being around him was only making her feel her need more strongly! Why did he have to be so difficult?

"All the same... I don't feel like 'sharing' today. You'll have to find someone else if you want company." He stood up again, glancing back at his cave.

"Oh come on, 'Ranny..." She moved closer still, her shoulder nearly level with his own. "Don't make me go to Dornas. You know how... evil he is..."

The dragon shuddered. He did know, too: Dornas was just as happy to tie up males as he was females, and once had managed to convince the blue dragon to try out bondage... and, by extension, a long session of teasing and denial. But even this appeal failed to change his mind, as he only flipped a wing and said, "at least you know he'll be thorough."

"Please!" Nassara threw herself into his path, pressing up close to him, then twisted away and crouched and lifted her tail high, looking back at him as she displayed her flushed, swollen sex, her hips swaying back and forth. "Take me! Don't make me turn to him... you know he'll torment me!"

For a few long moments he stood frozen, his gaze riveted between her hind legs, his nostrils flared, claws digging into the earth... For a moment she was certain she would take the vent she was offering so eagerly to him, but then he tossed his head and snorted again and shook himself all over and the moment passed, his own surprise--and desire--disappearing as quickly as it had risen to the surface. "Consider it a test of my advice, then," he said, and nipped her flank as he walked past her. "You can obey your urges, go see Dornas, and be tormented for it... Or you can control yourself, and avoid him."

"Damn it Patrannas!" She snarled, and snapped her teeth at the tip of his tail, but he flicked it out of her reach. "I told you how needy I am--showed you even! And you really won't help me?" But he just went back inside without responding, and she snarled again in frustration, clawing furrows in the earth. How was a quick hard fucking too much for her to ask of him?

Denied the dragon she'd hoped for, she slowly straightened back up and lowered her tail, considering her options. She could do as he'd suggested... ignore that roiling need between her hinds, maybe get herself off on her own if she had to, and go about the rest of her day... Or she could go visit Dornas. He would tie her up, he'd tease her... tease her some more... but eventually he would take her, she knew, and she had to admit from her previous visits to his cave that once he finally mounted her it felt truly incredible, and so satisfying, and... She shuddered. A good hard orgasm around a thick dragon cock was what she wanted; yeah, he'd tease her, but once he got around to mounting her it would be worth it, right?

It didn't seem nearly as bad when she thought about how his time with her would end, rather than everything leading up to it. Or maybe that was the influence of her arousal, still hoping to get mounted regardless of what it took to get there... Damn it, she thought, trembling all over. Even knowing the teasing he'd put her through, she just couldn't resist the allure of a big dragon mounting her, fucking her hard--

So off Nassara flew to Dornas' cave.

Being turned away by Patrannas, and even the anxiety forming in her belly at most likely having to submit to whatever bondage Dornas would want to put her in, had done nothing to tamp down her arousal. She panted as she flew, passing over a smaller mountain, flitting across a valley, then circling the biggest mountain in the area to find a high, spacious cave on its southern slope. Dornas was visible from a ways off, a mass of black-and-white scale sprawled out on the ledge at the mouth of his cave and soaking in the sun, and as she drew near he lifted his head and roared, greeting her and encouraging a friendly approach.

She roared back, a little more softly, and glided to his cave, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks as she did. To come here in her state was to tell him that she wanted him to give her the teasing he was notorious for, and he'd be sure to point that out to her if she tried to suggest they do something not involving her getting tied up! And even then he was unlikely to listen, she thought, eying the male as she landed next to him on the ledge: though not quite as well endowed as Patrannas, he was bigger, and stronger, and faster, the clear alpha dragon of the mountains and used to getting exactly what he wanted from every dragon he came across. So of course he had the best cave, and the largest territory... and as every visitor willing to share a bit of pleasure learned, just as dominant during sex as he was at all other times.

With the wind blowing into his face, carrying her heated scent right to him, he didn't even bother with a hello. "Well, well, what have we here?" He made a show of sniffing the air. "A horny dragoness coming to visit me? Even a male as attractive as I doesn't have such a treat fly to him every day..."

Being the top dragon in the range had turned him insufferably smug, even by dragon standards, and Nassara growled at him a little. She would have loved a chance to knock that smirk off his snout... but if she tried, he'd just show her the power underneath those scales that had allowed him to earn his attitude. "And yet here I am," she said after a moment, wondering if she had any chance of dissuading him from getting out the bondage gear. "I-- I've been craving a good mounting all day," she stuttered just a bit, still very horny less confident with him than she was with Patrannas, who wasn't so much stronger than her, who wasn't so insistent about dominating every encounter, who she'd known longer...

"Yes, I can tell." His smirk grew into a wide, toothy grin, and unlike the other male he showed no lack of eagerness: he was already starting to slip out of his slit! "Well, maybe I can help you out with that craving of yours... but you know my price."

She shuddered. Submission, willingly letting herself be tied down, and letting him do with her as he pleased... He had bound her before, and she wouldn't mind too much if he did again, but she didn't think she had the patience to want to wait as long as he'd surely make her to get mounted! She knew he wouldn't listen, but she had to try anyway: "Can't you just ride me? It'd feel good, and I'm more than willing to lift my tail, you don't need to tie me up!"

Dornas made a show of stretching out before getting to his feet. "If you just wanted that, you wouldn't be here... Another dragon could give you that, but you came to me instead."

"Patrannas refused me." She huffed and lashed her tail--then narrowed her eyes and growled at the big dragon, realizing: her friend had stopped being so eager to please her shortly after he'd let Dornas play with him! "If you turned the biggest dick in the mountains gay, I'll--!"

That made him laugh. He sat on his haunches and bent over and laughed hard, and long, eyes shut tight and tail wagging back and forth in amusement while Nassara glared at him. "Ha! No, you have nothing to fear on that front... Patrannas is at most reluctantly bisexual. He's just been thinking about starting a family, and courting a mate is harder when you have another dragoness dropping by to get mounted all the time."

"Still! The point is, I only need a dragon under my tail, not a tease... and I'm only here because he said no!" She shivered a little in lust; waiting, being so close to a horny male and smelling his own arousal was exciting her more, and he was hard enough now that she could see his shaft swelling behind his haunch... Oh, she wanted that inside her, right now!

He bared his teeth and prowled closer, lifting his head higher than her own and nipping near the base of one of her horns. "Maybe that's true... but it doesn't change what I'm asking of you. You can let me tie you up, or you can go try to find some other dragon. What will it be?" He took a couple more steps, then swung his head to look back at her, and she was sure it was no accident that his hips were right in front of her snout, giving her a nice up-close view of that hard shaft she was longing for!

His musk washed over her, the powerful masculine scent making her tremble, and her tail lifted up a little ways almost by instinct from the way her desire and the sight and smell of him mixed... She had already been worked up by her masturbation earlier, she had been frustrated further by Patrannas denying her... she just couldn't take not getting what she wanted a third time! Shuddering and blushing hot, she finally said, "okay... You can tie me up."

"That's a good girl." He nipped along the back of her neck a few times, and she shivered. "Come with me."

No turning back now... Nassara followed along behind as he led her into his cave, reduced to hoping that he wouldn't tease her for long before giving her the ride she was after... He wouldn't be that mean when he knew how horny she was, right? And maybe he wasn't as thick as Patrannas, but he still gave a good ride! His tail was lifted a little as he walked, offering her such a good view of his shaft, and she quivered and had to hold back a moan as she imagined nuzzling it, sucking on it, grinding against it, taking it deep inside her! "Nnh..."

"Lie down here, on your back." He pointed to where he'd laid a long, wide leather strap on the floor, gesturing with his snout for her to lie across it. She did as she was told, and he buckled it around her upper belly, pulling it tight against her midsection; then he asked for her paws, and she held them up, letting him strap her forepaws into tough bondage mitts before he cuffed them to the strap around her middle, keeping them pinned securely to her sides.

"You won't..." She trembled from the feeling of the leather holding her; already she felt so helpless, with her forelegs tied down and useless, and knew there was nothing she could do to stop him if he decided to wait hours, even days to mount her, or if he refused to let her go, or even if he mauled her! The pit of anxiety in her belly mixed with the needy rush of desire below, making both her lust and her dread feel so much stronger... "You won't-- be too mean, will you?"

Dornas' low chuckle somehow sounded more dangerous to her than a growl would have been. "I'll be just as mean as I want to be... and I'll make you beg me for more." A series of straps and stiff bars went over her tail, forcing it to lie out straight, and he pulled a couple more thick leather belts around her hind legs, pressing her heels against her flanks and buckling the straps around thigh and ankle to keep each hind limb bent in half. A third band pinned her hind paws against the base of her tail.

She tested the bindings as he reached into one of the chests that held his collection of bondage gear for a few more items: both fore and hind legs could barely budge an inch, and her tail was unable to bend more than the tiniest bit, but more importantly she couldn't use them to touch herself! Her muscles flexed and strained as she tugged, hearing the leather creak, but the bonds held her securely--and she wasn't sure if the fact that she was now entirely dependent on him for her pleasure scared her or excited her more. Damn it, she was so horny... Looking up at him and the thick black cloth in his paws, she blushed hotter still if that was even possible! "You'd better not make me wait long..." she panted.

"Oh, I will." He draped the cloth across her snout, covering her eyes, and wrapped it around her head two, three times, cutting off her vision, and she didn't get a chance to get a last word in before he muzzled her. The straps pinned her jaws firmly, almost uncomfortably tight together and left her only able to grunt at him, listening as he tightened up the last remaining straps. "I'll make you wait, and wait, and wait some more, I'll make you beg me to mount you... But you knew I would when you came here, and that wasn't enough to scare you away. You must like it..."

"Nnngh!" Nassara whimpered and twisted a little in place. She could hear as much as feel her heart beginning to race, as she listened to him tell her that he intended to be just as mean as she'd feared and knew there wan't a thing she could do to stop him or change his mind! All was quiet for a few moments, dread and anticipation making her shiver: she couldn't see a thing, thanks to the blindfold, and if he moved slowly enough she couldn't hear him over her own panting breaths. Being powerless, and horny, and unable to even see what he intended to do to her made her tremble all over, tense and worried and needy... so nervous that she yelped and bucked when he first touched her, the contact feeling almost like an electric shock--even though all he had done was gently pat her on the chest!

"Shhh... Settle down, now," he murmured to her, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle and reassuring compared to how threatening and dangerous he had sounded only a few moments ago! "There's nothing to fear... You will feel only pleasure here."

"Nnnh..." Shivering, she moaned softly back, squirming in place as he stroked her chest and upper belly, his paw gliding slowly and gently over her scales. Still the dragoness felt so tense... and still she felt so horny, enough that her body seemed unable to benefit from the calming effect those soft caresses were meant to give her. She knew his paw would find its way between her legs soon--and she wanted it to--and she kept anticipating it, wanting it, wondering when it would get there and just how good it would feel... Even the feeling of his paw sliding lower on her belly was enough to make her moan, despite it still not going anywhere near her sex, and she shuddered in place as the expectation and denial of pleasure made her lust burn stronger, and stronger, and stronger...

Instead of obliging her, Dornas leaned in against her side, his chest snuggled up against her trapped foreleg, and he began to nuzzle against her neck, purring to her while he stroked her underside. Again she moaned, and pulled briefly against the straps before going still again with a soft helpless whine: he seemed to have decided that her desire for a good hard fucking was cause for him to be as slow and gentle with her as he possibly could!

Nassara could smell his own arousal on the air; his musk seemed to taunt her, that she knew what she wanted was so close but he wouldn't give it to her! She clenched and relaxed her claws inside the mitts, letting out a moan of unsatisfied lust as he continued to gently snuggle her and rub along her torso, his paw occasionally working a little lower... It stroked along her inner thigh, across her belly, once even drawing a circle around her sex without ever quite touching it, to her immense frustration! She arched her back and moaned, blindly pushing at him with her snout, but he just pressed on her neck until she gave up and lay back again, trembling as he pet her.

As time crawled past anticipation slowly, oh so slowly gave way to an expectation that he was just going to keep refusing to touch her, to the point that when suddenly he did rub his paw firmly between her hinds the moment of pleasure was so unexpected and intense it made her gasp and shiver all over! But just as suddenly as the stimulation came it went away again, and she whined more loudly through her muzzle; she wanted more, lots more! "Nngh..! Cmm nnnf!"

Dornas ignored her muffled request, of course, the rumbling purr that issued from his throat so loud it seemed to make his whole chest buzz as he stroked, and stroked, and stroked over the thinner scales that covered her belly... At least he was getting closer, but still he insisted-- "Nnnnh!" She writhed and grit her teeth and tried to grind against his paw when it darted down against her entrance again, lingering just long enough to rub over her slit before slipping away. Her hind claws dug into her tail a little and she groaned in impatience, her hips twisting side to side but unable to touch herself or rub herself against anything to get some more stimulation... Even for him this was slow!

Blindfolded, tied down, and achingly horny, it was impossible for her to keep track of the passage of time, and it seemed to bend and distort itself as he snuggled her and caressed her and occasionally, teasingly fondled her. When his paw roamed over her tummy and her sides and her flanks the seconds stretched long and slow, tension and desire making her tremble against the big dragon... then when at last his paw found its way to her sex those same seconds would rocket by so quickly she barely got a chance to enjoy the moments of stimulation she'd spent those long empty minutes longing for! And all the while her breathing grew heavier, her quivering more pronounced, and she could feel her dew leaking from her slit, the heat of her lust burning so strongly she felt ready to catch fire!

Though she could hear him purring and softly panting himself, her captor kept nearly silent the whole time, only letting out the occasional soft groan as he stroked her. But even he couldn't keep his attention away from her cleft forever, and gradually the focus of his touches drifted lower, lower, rubbing firmly on either side of her entrance, tips of his claws tracing over her thighs. Muscles in her folded hind legs tensed and slowly tugged back and forth as she reflexively pulled against her bondage, feeling more and more desperate for some pleasure even if she had to do it herself! Not that she could, tightly tied as she was... which was just how he wanted her.

At last his paw settled over her slit and stayed there, pressing down against it, its pad pushing near her clit and rubbing in a slow subtle circle. Worked up as she was, even something as gentle as that was enough to get her to lie back and groan in pleasure, all the attention he'd given the rest of her, all the time she'd spent longing for his touch there, having only made her more sensitive while she waited! "Mmmmnh... Nnnnnh!" She shuddered from snout to tailtip, her head lolling back, and she blushed when he felt his breath at her throat and he nuzzled there so intimately while he pleasured her. Steadily he progressed from just holding and pressing against her, to stroking his paw slowly up and down, to probing his digits into her just a tiny bit, to grinding his paw firmly around her clit!

It was this last motion that really set Nassara off. She wriggled, she arched her back and clenched her claws and groaned from the powerful stimulation, pressing herself against his touch as hard as she could, gasping into her muzzle for more, more! "Mmmrrrf! Nnngh!" Her breaths grew short and rapid as the pleasure raced through her, lust and ecstasy sending powerful shudders up her spine as he worked her up and up and then abruptly stopped!

"Nnnnngh! Nnnh! Rrrrrgh!" She howled, thrashing and bucking against her bondage, twisting, straining to yank a paw free somehow... She was so close, he couldn't stop there, he had to get her off! Now! The dragoness fought the straps as well as she could, blindly snarling at him in desperate need to somehow get that orgasm he'd denied her, but no matter how hard she strained the leather held her tight! She couldn't come anywhere near touching herself, letting alone do so well enough to cum, and finally she lay back, defeated, and groaned into her muzzle in pent-up frustration. That bastard! She knew he loved to edge and deny, she should have seen it coming, but he'd taken so long to get her there that she'd forgotten! "Rrrngh... Lllnnt mm cmm!" she hissed, trying to force the demand through the muzzle, but he just nibbled her neck and stood up, his footsteps too light for her to hear over her gasping breaths and racing heart. "Nngh!"

Her powerlessness helped to urge her from fury to begging, and she whined at him next, having to strain to hear what he might be doing with her world enveloped in blackness. Oh, she needed to cum... She'd do anything, her sex burned with desire, if only he'd get back to pleasing her and push her over the edge! Her raging lust made her quiver, unable to do a thing to sate such intense need, and she fitfully struggled on her back for a few minutes, the slow, achingly slow dulling of the heat between her hinds drawing soft helpless whimpers from her throat.

All was quiet around her, and she trembled in her bonds, her paws twisting where they were pinned against her sides. Had he... had he left her there? Where was he...? She raised her head, but the thick blindfold cut off her view of the cave, and she couldn't seem to hear him! Worry began to build again in her mind, that he'd left her there, that he might have never had any intention to get her off, that she'd be stuck a lot longer than just an hour or even two! She began to struggle once again, twisting and panting and feeling nearly on the point of tears--

But then she felt another touch between her hinds.

The scales she felt against her vent were soft, and smooth, and accompanied by a puff of warm air: his snout! She whined loudly at him, both in relief that he hadn't actually left and need for him to get to work and get her off this time! She recalled from previous encounters that the male was very good with his tongue, and just the memory of its touch made her shudder with fresh desire.

Dornas didn't force her to settle for just the memory of his tongue for more than a few seconds, to her immense relief. At once he gave her entrance a firm, slow lick, murring softly from the taste of her, and then he did it again, and again, and again... Worked up as she'd been just a short while ago she longed for him to hurry up and get to the heavy stimulation, but all the teasing had left her so sensitive that the lapping up and down along her sex was enough to keep her from struggling more than a little bit--for now--and she moaned through her muzzle for more, breathing heavily and trying to press herself down against his tongue. He didn't pull back, or slow down, or stop, as he had with his paw; instead his motions grew faster, and firmer, his tongue working its way into her folds now, a little bit deeper with each successive lick.

Then he pulled away a little, but before she could even let out a whine of complaint his touch returned, focused a little higher this time, right against her clit! He licked the area gently, mouthed at it, even gave it a little suckle! Every sensation felt so intense she jerked against her bondage, gasping and twisting her head to one side, then the other, only able to lie there and take it as he pleasured her... "Nnnnh...! Nnnnnn!" Her back arched again when he began to flick his tongue back and forth against that incredibly sensitive nub, firm and rapid, wave after wave of ecstasy washing away her thoughts until she forgot the bondage, forgot the teasing, forgot how frustrating the day had been so far, just focused on the incredible stimulation he was giving her, and that she wanted more and more and more... but then he stopped again!

The sudden denial tore a ragged bellow from her throat. She had been so close to release, and a second time he'd denied her! She writhed and howled and rocked her hips, humping at the air, yowling in need so powerful that every moment without stimulation was agony! Again she fought her bondage with all the strength her desperation could muster, again she whined and begged and pleaded unintelligibly into her muzzle for him to stop tormenting her and just let her climax, but once again it was useless, and she collapsed in a heap, trembling all over, claws clenched tight, every breath a whimper. How could she have agreed to this... how could he be so cruel to her... "Lllllmmmgh!" She howled again. "Llmmmff mmm cmmmmmm!"

Much heavier footsteps on either side of her made her wish she could see, though instantly she was glad he hadn't forced her to lie there alone to calm down this time, whatever he was up to... Then she felt his chest press down against her own, and she shuddered--he'd stopped because he wanted to finish her off by fucking her hard, of course, that was what she'd come here asking for! Moaning, she tried to arch her belly up against his, to present herself for that big cock she wanted inside her. Surely he was just as eager for this part as she was, teasing her so much must have worked him up too...

Nassara let out a yowl when he pressed himself against her, the underside of his hot, throbbing shaft wedged against her cleft, and then thrust, his flesh grinding powerfully across her own. The sensation was so incredible... She pressed herself against him and tried to return the thrust, or get him to take her, but then unexpectedly he snarled and leaned forward and pushed her head roughly down against the floor with his snout and put his fangs around her neck!

Her forepaws tugged upward out of reflex, trying instinctively to force him away from her vulnerable throat, but they remained strapped tight to her sides and she didn't even get a chance to snarl at him before he thrust again, the stimulation drawing another moan from her! So horny, his shaft grinding at her entrance, she could barely think, trying to process what was happening... He had never done this to her before! His cock grew slick with her dew as it dragged back and forth against her, his breath was hot against her throat, his fangs dug into her a little--what was he doing? He'd said... he'd said he wouldn't harm her... but now he'd taken her life into his jaws, as if he expected her to submit like she would at the end of a duel... What did he want from her? She was already tied up!

"Nnnh, nnnnn mmmmmf!" She bucked and shuddered and fought her bondage, fought his weight pressing down on her, even tried to fight the pleasure those firm deliberate grinds of his shaft were giving her... But she was pinned down, tied down, she couldn't stop the pleasure or get him off her throat or do anything! He only growled and held her down all the more firmly when she thrashed and she shuddered all over, body and mind overwhelmed by the sensations, and her desperate arousal, and the instinctive desire to submit to the dragon whose fangs were locked around her neck... Even if she'd really wanted to resist, the grip of his teeth at her throat had awoken something primal in her, an instinct that whoever held her in such a lethal grip had defeated her, tamed her, and demanded that she submit to him utterly! She wanted dimly to fight the urge, but her mind was already so fragmented by her lust, by the powerful sensations of him grinding against her, by the instinct to submit, and all of it combined was just too much for her to handle. Going limp except for the trembles that wracked her, she whined at him high and long and needy, as he thrust, and thrust, and thrust, his breaths hot against her throat as he groaned in pleasure.

Dornas kept her pinned for what felt like an eternity to her, slowly, firmly humping along her entrance, holding her throat so tightly between his fangs even after she stopped struggling. Every second that slid past only reinforced the instinctual urge to give herself up to him, the pleasure of his thrusts seeming like a reward, the secure bondage ensuring she had no hope of fighting back even if she managed to shake off the instinct... All she could do was moan, shuddering against him, panting hard, the demand to submit so powerful that soon despite her highly aroused state she couldn't even bring herself to grind back against him, just lying flat and letting him hump her. "Nnnnnnhf... mmmmmf..."

At last he released his grip on her throat... and then stopped humping her as well, and though yet another denial made her quiver she felt too submissive to do more than whine at him. There was a rattle of buckles as he removed her muzzle, then he stepped farther forward, his musk growing even stronger as he stood with his hips right over her head. Nassara moaned when she realized what he wanted, but the need to obey him still burned so strongly that there was no way she could bring herself to even consider objecting. "Suck," he commanded, but she was already lifting her snout; it took a few moments of blind searching for her to find his cock, then she spread her jaws and take him into her maw.

Now it was the dragon's turn to moan. She squeezed her lips tight around his shaft, rubbed her tongue back and forth along its underside, and sucked firmly on him, just as he's asked. Her sex still ached horribly from her own lust, but there was nothing she could do about it... and she had to do as he bid her, the overwhelming memory of his fangs made sure of that! Panting and writhing in unsatisfied desire, she began to bob her head, and Dornas groaned more loudly as she sucked him off. Just like she couldn't bring herself to resist, she couldn't bring herself to try to return the favor and tease him a little before finishing him, as much as he might have deserved it! Instead she just kept on suckling, her tongue pressed up right behind the tip of his shaft where it was most sensitive as she pivoted her head back and forth, and she could only blush and shiver in jealousy as she listened to his moans of ecstasy, and felt him begin to thrust roughly against her snout, breathing rapidly and hunching closer to her... Then a paw pressed against the back of her head to force her to keep her snout wedged down on his slit, he grunted, and his shaft pulsed in her maw as he released his seed onto her tongue. The taste of him made her tremble, wishing he had put his load under her tail instead... but she dutifully gulped it all down, keeping up the stimulation as best she could until at last he was finished, and released his grip on her.

Nassara trembled as she eased her head back down onto the floor, flexing her hips up and down uselessly. The submissive state he'd left her in made it difficult to even bring herself to speak... but she was so damn horny, she had to ask! "Now... my turn? Please! I need to cum..." she panted, head turned blindly toward the sound of his breaths.

He insisted on muzzling her again before answering, so all she could do was whimper when he said, "I seem to recall you begging for me to fuck you, not use my tongue or my paw... And after that blowjob you just gave me, I'm not going to be ready to do that for a little while. So you'll have to wait some more."

"Nnnh..." She shook her head, and when he snuggled back in against her side she whined more loudly, she couldn't wait any longer, she'd done everything he'd asked... She needed it, he had to! "Lllnt mmf cmmm! Lllmmmf..!"

"Shhh... Be patient," he said, which in her state carried the weight of an order. He reached down with a paw, but if he thought gently fondling her clit now would soothe her, it only did the opposite! It just reminded her how good his earlier touches had felt, and made her crave more all the more strongly, grinding against his paw, moaning and gasping and pulling weakly on her bondage as the slow firm stimulation teased her, keeping her extremely horny but not quite edging her again... She shuddered and writhed helplessly, unable to escape the bondage, the teasing, or her own aching lust, moaning for more, moaning in need, moaning for him to finally let her cum!

If anything, he just seemed to enjoy her powerless groans and needy struggling, and nuzzled her, licked her, snuggled and rubbed his tail along her own bound limb... He continued to tease her for a few more minutes, then stood and moved towards where she thought his chests of bondage gear were. What now, what more did she need to wear before he'd finally fuck her...?

Nassara wasn't even sure what the answer was, at first, when she felt something cool and hard and metallic press down between her legs. She moaned and wriggled and pushed herself up against it, uncertain, feeling him wrap the object around her hips, hearing something click-- Oh no, no, no! He wouldn't dare! Not chastity! "Nnnh! Nnn-nn!" she moaned, shaking her head back and forth, struggling and shivering and whining at him, he couldn't lock her up now, she still needed to cum! He still hadn't mounted her! The primal need to accept his dominance kept her from snarling, but still she fought her bondage and moaned in denial...

"I'm not the sort of dragon who lets others tell me what to do," he growled once the chastity belt was securely locked between her legs. "I heard more than enough demands from you before I got you into that muzzle, and even after you gave in to me. You know when you come here that you should expect to do things my way, to be tied up and be teased, a lot... So when you try to tell me to do what you want, you're just asking me to keep you from getting it!"

Nassara whimpered and shook her head again. He couldn't be so cruel to her... She'd done everything he'd wanted...

He snorted, but to her relief began to untie her, starting at her tail and working his way up--skipping the chastity, of course. "The one thing you've got going for yourself is that you give some amazing head." He groaned, removing the straps from her hind legs, then took the cuffs and mittens off her forepaws as well. At once her paws reached for her sex, but all she could feel was smooth metal, a little slit to pee through, and a padlock to keep her trapped in there... "So I'll make you a deal."

Dornas took off the muzzle and blindfold, and she squinted at the sudden light. "What deal..?" she panted. Anything to get the chastity belt off faster...

Her first sight once her vision was restored was of his smug grin. "I'd first planned to keep you chaste for a month." She whined, eyes wide, and he continued, "but you did submit to me, and you were perfectly willing to suck me off when I asked you to... so here's my deal. You can come back over whenever you want, and I'll tie you up, let us enjoy your bondage for a little while, and then I'll use your maw again, and every time you do I'll take a week off your time in there." He rubbed a paw against the metal protecting her sex, and she shuddered. "You'll be staying chaste for at least a week no matter what though... I have to teach you to do what I say somehow."

He stepped away, and she curled up to examine the belt. Confident she would be unable to remove it or pleasure herself in any way without being given the key, he let her take a look so she'd understand she was trapped in there... The smooth stainless steel cupped her underbelly and pressed snug against her sex, the bands around her hips and the base of her tail too tight for her to have any hope of sneaking her tailtip or a claw or even her tongue underneath, and the slit for her to urinate through was too narrow for her to push something through either! The belt didn't cover her tailhole, but she'd never really enjoyed anal, and one look at the stout heavy padlock that held shut the clasp of the belt was enough for her to know she had no hope of breaking it. No way out, no way to cum until he unlocked her... She got slowly to her feet, her head low, her tail tucked down against the chastity belt. "Please..." she whimpered. The cool metal had done nothing to settle her arousal, and still she trembled in pent-up lust... She couldn't wait a month, she couldn't wait a week, she couldn't wait a day! But now she had to... and even getting a less fulfilling climax herself was no longer an option.

"Ask again," he growled, "and I'll make it two months, with no chance to shorten your wait."

Nassara whined and quivered in place, but still the urge to do as she was told prevented her from daring to disobey. "Nnnh! Oh-- okay..."

His familiar smirk returned. "That's a good girl. Why don't you go on home and think about what you're missing because you tried to make demands of me."

She stumbled and nearly fell when she took her first step; she was so worked up and so worn out from all of the teasing and denial and struggling against her bondage that she felt as if she'd been flying all day, her whole body exhausted. "Okay... I--" She stopped herself for a moment, blushing hot, but then quivered and said, "I'll be back tomorrow."

"I look forward to seeing you! And to making you squirm..." He nipped her flank on her way by, and watched her fly away.

And Nassara would be back the next day, no matter how apprehensive she felt about him binding her and teasing her any further. Already her mind was turning to fantasies of lifting her tail and being mounted, stuffed full, pounded, "nnnnh..." Her insides clenched around nothing, and she groaned in frustration. A month in this belt would drive her mad! So she'd be back at his cave tomorrow... and the day after that... and as many days as she could to make this torment and denial as short as possible. Whatever it took to cum, as soon as she could... she'd do it. She had to...