The Witch's Demand - Part One
#1 of The Witch's Demand
"Welcome to your new home," the young witch Helena said, gesturing at the stone walls that surrounded her and her... guest. "I expect you'll find it more comfortable than your previous one."
"My cell, you mean," the room's other occupant growled, a green-scaled dragoness named Kanelle who was bound with many heavy chains that forced her to lie flat on her belly. "And in any case it's hard to be comfortable when you're chained to the floor."
"If you'd stop trying to escape then I wouldn't have to do that to you. But I suppose you'll give up eventually; months of futile struggling will bring you around to what you should have realized already."
Kanelle tugged against the enchanted collar around her throat that had sealed away her fire. "I can be patient if I must. I assume this is your home?"
"It is. Quite a place, too, if only you could see all of it. Some magnificent stonework around the drawbridge..."
"Ancients, you seriously have a moat and drawbridge? I thought those went out of fashion decades ago."
Helena rolled her eyes. "It's a moat of lava, you insolent creature, and that makes it much more intimidating than those boring water-moats. A lot harder to cross, too, so you can't tell me it's not practical."
"Whatever," she looked away. "Why did you bring me here? Hoping to convert me to a castle guard or something along those lines?"
"Gods no, everyone knows you can't convert an adult, independent dragon into a minion... or at least not without mind-control spells, and I never did like those. So unethical. No, I'm looking for a second-in-command type, someone loyal, powerful, and capable of following a wide range of orders without my having to keep checking up with them. I can't use a dragon like you for that; much easier to raise one from the shell, that way it will always be loyal to you. And that's where you come in."
Kanelle roared at her, jaws opening as wide as her loosened bridle would let them. "You wouldn't dare steal a mother's eggs out from under her!"
"Be quiet or I will gag you again," she said sharply, and the dragoness left off her roaring; her ability to speak could be important later, and the spongy material Helena used in conjunction with the bridle to gag her tasted so foul she'd almost choked on her own vomit the last time she had been gagged. Though maybe the witch had made it taste bad on purpose...
"I do not plan to take all of your eggs, for that would be a terrible waste. I only want one, to bring up as if it was a child of my own, and you would be free to raise the rest. I know you have had no offspring, and have never mated before, and with dragons so rare these days you can't count on ever finding a male to be your mate. But I can find one... In fact, I already have. I just wanted to collect my more important source first."
"I'd rather die a virgin than give any eggs to you," she spat, tail lashing back and forth.
Helena muttered a word and pointed at Kanelle's head with her staff, and the straps of the bridle tightened themselves as much as they could without damaging her jaws. "Well, fortunately for me, that's not your choice to make," she said. "All I have to do is put you in some firmer restraints and bring a male here; men of any species will do just about anything for sex, and he certainly wouldn't care what happened to any eggs that resulted. Maybe he'd be reluctant to come here at first, but I got you here easily enough, and once I brought him in here with you and told him what I wanted from him I wouldn't have any problems."
Kanelle growled, baring her teeth, but that was about all she could do. "You wouldn't dare," she managed, though it was greatly muffled.
The witch's expression softened. "Look, I don't think you understand the kind of favor I'm doing you. Do you have any idea how rare dragons are? I know, you aren't extinct quite yet, but there aren't nearly as many of you around as there were when I was born and you know as well as I do that you'd have a lot of trouble finding a male dragon on your own. I am doing you an incredible favor by getting a mate for you, and even if you don't like the circumstances I'm sure you can agree that having a reduced clutch is better than never having one. Or maybe you two will have many clutches; I don't care what you and the male do once I have what I'm asking for."
"No clutch is better than having a clutch, but losing an egg. Such a feeling of loss..."
"Has been felt before, by many, many other dragons. Some eggs never hatch, some hatchlings sicken and die just hours after breaking the shell. You may believe that has happened, if you prefer. I have some spells that can alter memories very well... You would never know the difference."
"No!" she snarled. "I will not do it!"
"Clearly you are beyond reason at this point," Helena sighed. "You will have time to consider it while I hunt down the dragon in question, and hopefully by the time I return with him you will have seen the truth in my words. And you won't believe your eyes when I bring him here... I have captured images of him and converted them to paint and canvas, but even if I showed them to you his looks would leave you speechless when you saw him in the flesh. Big and muscular, wide wings, shining golden scales, deep green eyes... And once you see how massive his erections are you'll be begging for me to turn him loose on you," she laughed.
Kanelle shook her head, snarling again and tucking her tail firmly against her backside.
"Oh, of course, you don't know how good sex feels... I keep forgetting that. In that case, you'll start begging for him after the first time he's taken you. Now, I'll have someone bring down your meal in half an hour or so, but I must leave. I have a dragon to hunt."
Mordannis dug eagerly into the pair of goats he'd caught, barely pausing to check his surroundings before he started feeding. Normally he would have returned to his cave with the prey before eating it, but his hunt the previous day had been unsuccessful and he was too starved to wait another moment to fill his belly. He didn't end up paying for his impatience; the mountainside was isolated, and though clouds were starting to gather he couldn't smell a storm just yet.
He finished eating, then cleaned his face and claws and rested a little while before shaking out his wings and taking to the sky, an easy glide bringing him back to his home cave just as the sun passed below the mountains to the west. But he knew there was something amiss almost as soon as he touched down on the ledge outside: he could smell humans, though it was faint. He held back a growl and walked inside without hesitation, but kept himself alert for traps.
What he found certainly wasn't what he was expecting. A lone human, an adult female with a walking stick, stood at the very center of his cave, looking around with a bored, vacant expression. She seemed almost lost, Mordannis was in a good mood after his successful hunt and she certainly didn't look like a threat--strange, maybe, especially considering her thick robes seemed much too heavy to be comfortable this time of year, but not dangerous--so he chose to speak calmly instead of attacking, or threatening her.
"Hello?"
The woman turned to face him, tossing long brown hair over her shoulder; if she was surprised to find a dragon addressing her, she didn't show it. "Oh, hello... Is this your cave?"
"Yes, it is."
She leaned on her stick. "I'm sorry if I'm intruding, but I got a bit turned about in one of the valleys around here and had to find shelter before night fell."
Her complete lack of fear at his presence unnerved him, and he narrowed his eyes. "Well, I'm going to need you to leave."
"Really?" the woman frowned. "But I have so many friends with me, and it's a long journey back to our home. We couldn't possibly make it before it becomes too dark to travel." On cue, many other humans appeared out of the darkness, gathering around her.
How could I have not smelled all of them? Mordannis wondered, growling a little and taking a step backwards. It's just not possible... "I doubt such a large party would be in danger down in the valleys, even at night. There are no bandits here, and the only wild animals are the ones I hunt."
She pouted. "But I like this cave so much... Maybe if we offered to share some of our food with you, you would let us stay the night?"
"I have just eaten. You seem nice, human, but I must ask you and your friends to leave, or I will be forced to drive you away."
"There's no need for violence!" she said, and tightened her grip on her walking stick.
Odd how none of the other humans even tried to talk, how they all clustered around her and watched her out of the corners of their eyes... It was like she was in charge, but she didn't seem to be the oldest or strongest of the humans, so that wouldn't make sense... Would it?
She motioned some of the other humans out of the way and stepped towards him, lowering her stick so its decorative tip pointed in his direction. "Maybe it was wrong of us to come here uninvited, but you have my word we will not attempt to kill you. All we are looking for now is shelter."
Mordannis hesitated, then lowered his head and sniffed at the girl and her stick. There was no harm, really, even if the group of them seemed a little bizarre... Plus, it had been a while since he'd had someone to talk to, and the woman seemed interesting. "If you truly do not mean me any harm, then you may stay the night. But you must leave this cave by an hour past dawn tomorrow."
The human bowed to him, while the rest of the party began to take off their packs. "Thank you! My name is Helena; can I have yours?"
"Mordannis," he groaned and sat down on his belly next to her, glanced at the evening sky behind him, then turned back to her. "What brings you and your friends out here?"
"Collecting herbs," she said, bouncing her stick back and forth from one hand to the other. "There's a witch not far from our town who uses them in her potions, and she rewards those who brings the rare ones to her."
"I may know of her. Big stone castle maybe thirty miles southwest, surrounded by lava?"
"That's the one! A lot of people in town don't like her, but she's really very nice." She stopped her stick and grasped it with her left hand, the decorative tip pointing up at him again.
He peered closely at it. "That is an interesting design in the wood. Is that writing?"
Helena tensed, then took the stick in both hands and jabbed him in the throat with it, shouting something in a language he didn't recognize. He wanted to roar, to kick her away and burn up all the party with fire for daring to deceive him and attack him like this, but suddenly he could barely breathe. His throat constricted and left him gasping on the ground, too busy just concentrating on getting air to his lungs to even try to move his limbs, much less fight against whatever she'd done that had left him so helpless.
All he could do was watch as the humans opened their packs and pulled out lumps of metal, which Helena waved her staff over, muttering, and turned into chains, shackles, locks... Magic! Helena wasn't a friend of the witch, she was the witch herself!
The realization didn't help, and there was nothing he could do to stop them from binding him with the gear she created, rolling him onto his side, shackling his four paws together and wrapping chains around his wings. Then Helena took three items from her own pack: the first was a silver band embossed with glowing blue designs, which she closed around his throat as a sort of collar. The second, some kind of soft purplish material, she stuffed into his mouth, filling up the space behind his teeth and forcing him to struggle for air through flared nostrils instead. The third was a bridle, which she strapped tightly onto his snout, binding his jaws shut around the material she'd put there.
Then one of the other humans attached a short chain that led from the shackles to a loop on the bottom of his bridle, forcing him to keep his head next to his paws. The witch surveyed their work, then tapped his throat with her staff; his windpipe immediately returned to normal.
Not that it made much difference. The chains barely gave him room to move, and when he did struggle she jabbed him with her staff again, this time beneath his jaw, and a sharp pain raced all through his body until he gave up and laid still, letting out a defeated groan.
"Most of what I said to you was true," the witch said. "We will be leaving in the morning, as promised, but you will be coming with us whether you like it or not."
Mordannis growled, glaring at her, and tried to speak, but the material in his mouth distorted his words and they came out as muffled grunting.
"It is also true that I do not wish to harm you. I will explain in more detail during the journey to my castle, but you have nothing to worry about. In fact, you'll probably end up enjoying your time with me."
He growled again, trying to work against the material in his mouth, but it was behind all his teeth, and with the bridle on so tight he couldn't open them even a claw's width, let alone enough for him to get them around the gag.
"And don't bother struggling, because this was all made with you in mind and reinforced with my magic, especially that collar, which is enchanted to prevent you from breathing fire. You have no chance of escape."
This of course prompted him to struggle against the chains again, and this time she let him do it. Mordannis bucked and strained, rolling onto his back and using his tail to pull even harder against the shackles on his paws, but nothing gave even the slightest at his efforts. He managed to get his head between his paws and clawed at the bridle, regardless of the damage his claws did to the softer scales of his face, but the tough leather was reinforced with cords of metal and he had no chance of cutting through it. Finally he tried lighting his fire and felt the collar vibrate against his scales as the magic within it went to work; the fire never came, not that it would have been able to do much with his mouth completely filled by the gag. She's right, he realized, and sagged against the rock. I'm trapped.
"Satisfied?"
He groaned, and nodded.
She laughed. "Next time just believe me; it will save everyone time and energy."
But why did you do this to me? Mordannis wondered. He tried to give what he thought was a questioning look.
"Just go to sleep; the time will pass more easily that way." She smiled, then reached out and tickled his chin. "And it's going to be a long day of traveling tomorrow. I would have preferred to capture you and then start the journey immediately, but you had to spend so much time hunting, and when you finally got back I knew we'd have to spend the night here. Oh well; it'll take the same amount of travel time either way."
Mordannis passed a long, uneasy night, a prisoner in his own cave, then when dawn came Helena and the other humans tied him down onto a large platform she had summoned during the night. It didn't look like much, but it didn't have to, for the ease with which it glided along down the mountainside and through the valleys--hovering above the treetops it was too wide to pass beneath--was much more impressive than anything that could have been done to improve the plain wood's looks.
Helena sat by his head, and when they neared her castle she loosened his bridle and used magic to remove his gag, then began to talk. "I have also brought a dragoness here, a green-scaled beauty named Kanelle, and she waits in the basement for our return. I have need of a second in command, you see, and I would very much like for that position to be filled by a dragon who I could raise myself. So I need you to sire a clutch with her, and once she is pregnant I will let you go, unless of course you would prefer to stay and watch over her until she lays. All you have to do is mate with her, as much as is necessary."
"I'm not raping a dragoness at your command," he growled.
"I never said she was unwilling. She didn't like the idea when I last saw her, but she could have warmed to it by now; I left her with a number of compelling arguments."
"Like what?"
"First, that one egg is very little compared to the rest of a clutch, or any number of future clutches she might have. Second, with dragons so rare nowadays, she--or you, for that matter--might never find a mate, if I didn't bring the two of you together. That good enough for you?"
"It doesn't matter to me what you think; it's what she thinks about your plan that I care about. If she doesn't want to mate with me, then it won't happen."
"We'll see about that," she said, and gagged him again. "Seeing her bound and helpless in front of you, tail raised, will certainly make you want to change your mind."
Kanelle looked up as the door opened to see Helena enter, but something else came in as well: the scent of another dragon, a male. She growled. "My answer is still no."
She shrugged. "It seems stubbornness is a common trait among dragons. Anyway I'm not expecting you to mate with him now; I just want you two to meet each other. His name's Mordannis, by the way."
"No way!" A pause, then a grin appeared on the dragoness' snout. "You found my brother! ...and you can't force us to mate, because we're related!"
Helena laughed. "Nice try, but I've already told him your name and he didn't show any indication that he knows you. And even if I hadn't, since I haven't let him in yet I'd be able to quiz the two of you separately on your pasts until you gave different answers and proved you were lying." She walked back into the hall, then returned with a short chain in her hand. The chain led from there to the base of a bridle strapped onto the head of a gold dragon, whom she guided into the room before tying the leash to a loop that hung from the wall. She went from there to the shackles on his paws, which she locked to hooks that rose up from the floor, then ran a chain from the metal binding his wings to another hook in the high ceiling, forcing him to stand and leaving him completely immobile.
So gorgeous... Helena hadn't been exaggerating. There wasn't a bone or scale out of place on the big male, even chained as he was, and the way the light reflected off of his scales was almost hypnotizing. Then he turned his head to look at her, and those eyes, those deep emerald-green eyes... All she could do was stare while he looked her over, then finally he grunted and tugged on his leash, breaking the extended silence.
"There we are," Helena said. "Mordannis, this is Kanelle. As I've told both of you, I would like you two to have a clutch together."
The dragons roared at her, but she just waved her staff and made the gagging material appear in their mouths, forcing silence. "Dragons are rare, you see, so rare that I fear your kind may be disappearing from this world. It would be less of a world without dragons, and I cannot let you go extinct. So I have brought you here, to mate, to ensure that dragonkind will last at least one more generation."
Kanelle thrashed, glaring at the witch and howling as loudly as she could. Liar! she thought. But at least she wasn't fooling Mordannis, either, for he seemed equally furious--if a little less vocal about it.
"I cannot pretend to know that you two are the last dragons on Earth, but neither can you pretend to know that you aren't. When was the last time you heard the name of a great dragonslayer? Twenty years ago? If there are no opportunities to kill dragons anymore, then that means there are no more dragons left to kill. You both must see the truth in this."
Another howl from Kanelle, but when she saw Mordannis looking doubtful she shook her head at him, glaring. Don't give in! she thought, as if somehow he could hear it.
"It is also true that I want one of the eggs that results from your pairing, as a matchmaker's fee, if you will. Ordinarily this would bring a fee of money, or goods, but neither of you have hoards to give me something from and I'm not one to condone pillaging cities and towns, risking your own lives in the process, just to repay a debt. One egg is all I ask for, one egg out of the first clutch of who knows how many clutches you two may wish to have together after I release you. This is not an unreasonable request."
Kanelle shook her head again, and Helena turned on her.
"You think it is?" She waved her staff, removing her gag. "Then give me a good argument."
"You do not need a dragon to be the second you are looking for," she growled. "Train an apprentice or find a less powerful witch or wizard who could fill the position, or give it to an ordinary human who is both smart and strong."
"But an apprentice would eventually wish to seize power from me, as would any other human. A dragon raised by my own hands, however, would never try to overthrow one it owed so much to."
"If you're worried about your own safety then you can just make sure they're never as powerful as you, or have a reason to remain loyal."
"But even that is no guarantee that this person I selected wouldn't try to take over, even if I was clearly superior. I had thought humans much less rational and more given to acts of stupidity and passion, but you two have shown me that dragons are just as susceptible." Helena gagged her again, then turned to Mordannis and gave him a chance to speak. "What about you?"
"If you really cared about us then you would have told me sustaining dragonkind was what you wanted when you first caught me. But you only made the preservation argument after I refused to give in at your initial demand, which means you only thought that up because you had to. You don't care what happens to dragons at all; you just want a second-in-command that would force everyone to respect you, and fear you."
The witch faltered and didn't respond right away, and Mordannis grinned--until his gag suddenly reappeared, that is. "You are very smart," she finally said, "smarter than I expected. But both of you are still my prisoners, and if you do not agree to mate for me then I will force you to."
Kanelle snorted at that. Force two unwilling dragons to mate? It wasn't possible!
"The easy way is to agree, to come together willingly and give me what I'm asking for without complaint. If you're willing then you'll be able to enjoy your time together, you will be better-treated, the time you spend here will be pain-free..." She lingered on that phrase, then continued. "The hard way is to refuse. I haven't decided yet how I will force you two together, if I must... Maybe I will torture you both until one of you agrees to mount the other, maybe I'll use magic to deceive you and trick you into mating, or maybe I'll come up with something more sinister. Do you want to find out, or do you want to be reasonable?"
She turned to Kanelle first, who snarled and shook her head back and forth; Mordannis also declined.
"Very well. Let's start with a demonstration." Helena walked over to stand beneath Mordannis' exposed belly; he struggled, but couldn't reach her with his claws or move away from her at all. Both dragons could only watch as she held her staff tightly, muttering in her magic language, then touched it to his belly between his hind legs, right at the edge of his slit. A glowing blue mass appeared there, undulating and pressing against his scales, making him squirm at the unwanted touch. But then it froze as if gathering itself before plunging into his slit, and moments later his penis poked out, coated in the blue glow of the spell and growing at an alarming rate. Mordannis whined and tried to pull himself away, to find a way to make the magic disappear and stop the sensation that was arousing him, but it was to no avail, and soon he stood there fully erect, exposed for them all to see.
"So easy for me to arouse him," she said, and he whined again, hindquarters twitching as he tried to control himself while the spell continued to tease him. "And if I can do this to him with such ease, imagine how easy it would be for me to make him desperate to put that where it belongs, and what he would do if I set him free at that point. What would stop him from mounting you then, if you were chained enough to give him access? He wouldn't listen to you or even himself in that state, and everyone here knows that."
Kanelle couldn't help but stare at the male's arousal and gasped when she felt heat begin to build in her own hindquarters, a feeling that wouldn't go away no matter how much she wished it would. And she wasn't even under a spell! She looked at Mordannis' face, the frown, the helpless whine, the pleading look in his eyes... He gave in and started to thrust, completely submitting to the grip of the magic, and it was then she realized the witch was right. If she could do this so easily, it would be no trouble at all for her to force them together.
Helena tapped the butt of her staff against the floor, and the magic dissipated. "Will you make me force you to two together, or will you just mate willingly?"
Kanelle watched Mordannis, who sagged in his chains, breathing heavily and just barely able to regain control of himself. How terrible it must have been to be caught in such a spell... Did she want to subject him to that however many times it would be necessary before they finally conceived--not to mention the horror of being raped so many times? Would that really be better than giving in and mating willingly? But then he caught her eye, pawing at the floor and baring his teeth; she glanced back at his hindquarters to see that his cock had already disappeared back into its slit.
Kanelle shook her head. Helena frowned and turned to Mordannis, who growled at her and shook his head savagely back and forth, as far as his collar and leash would let him.
"Then I will spend the night deciding just how to force you two together. Follow me, Mordannis, back to your cell." She unlocked his restraints from the hooks and led him from the room, stinging him with her staff whenever he resisted until he gave up and followed her out into the hall, head and tail low.
No turning back now, Kanelle thought, realizing how tense she had become and doing her best to relax. I just hope that however she tries to make us give in, we will both be strong enough to resist.
Mordannis awoke uncomfortably. Not a surprise, considering he'd fallen asleep in chains, but this wasn't the same... He was in a different position. His wings and snout were still firmly bound, and he still wore the magical collar, but now his forepaws were shackled to the tops of twin posts farther apart than the width of his body, making him stand halfway reared onto his hind legs, and chains led from each post to the sides of his bridle, forcing him to hold his head level with his paws, facing directly forward. His hind paws were also chained, bound spread wide apart, and... And he was fully erect, again, obviously the witch's doing, but now there was some sort of circlet that wrapped tightly around the base of his penis and couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard he bucked and thrashed. Maybe if he just waited, his arousal would decrease, then it would fall off on its own...
But a quarter of an hour passed and he remained fully aroused, getting to the point now that he began to pant, humping unconsciously at the air beneath him.
"Good morning," came the now-hated voice, and he looked as far to his right as he could to see Helena standing there. "I switched your chains, by the way. Wanted easier access to the part of you I care about."
He growled at her through his gag.
"That little ring you feel down there is enchanted, to prevent you from losing your erection until I remove it." She tapped the wall in front of him with her staff and it turned transparent. "As you can see, I've switched her chains as well."
Kanelle came into view on the other side of the wall. She was still bound to the floor, but now her hindquarters were propped up into the air, her hind paws spread wide and her tail chained to her back so she had no way of keeping anyone or anything away from her exposed vent. That didn't stop her from trying, for she was thrashing wildly against her restraints, jerking everything in every possible direction, but it was no use.
"Gagged, blindfolded and completely helpless. Now I know things must be hard for you," she walked over to stand in front of him, "seeing her bound like this, especially as aroused as you are. And yes, I've been watching you for a while, so don't try to pretend you haven't been thrusting at air ever since you woke up."
Mordannis bucked once and snarled.
"I want to make this easier for everyone, I really do. She can't hear us in here, and wouldn't even if you roared as loudly as you could without that bridle and gag in place, so she has no idea what I'm doing to you. Maybe I'm torturing you, maybe teasing you and denying you orgasm, or maybe threatening to torture her if you don't do what I ask..."
His eyes went wide.
"She doesn't know a thing. Don't you want to walk in there and mount her right now, without her hating you for it? Don't you want a chance to be let out of those chains, don't you want me to take that ring off your penis so you can stop thinking about sex? All you have to do is follow me in there and mate with her. Imagine how good it will feel to take her..."
And he couldn't help but do just that, smiling a little and thrusting a couple of times despite himself. He had masturbated a few times since he came of age, sure, but had never truly mated before, and knew it must be an incredible experience. And here was his chance...
"Just nod," she said, voice dropping to a whisper, "and you'll be able to do all that."
He nearly did it, so distracted he was by the image in his head of himself mounting her. But at the last moment he remembered Kanelle's face when the witch had made her demand the day before, how furiously she had refused to obey, and how much it so clearly meant to her... He shook his head.
Helena sighed and pressed her palm against her forehead. "Of all the dragons in history I get the one whose brain doesn't run through his loins. Well, you asked for it..." She took something from one of the pockets in her robes, then spun her staff in a short pattern and rose up from the ground on a glowing blue platform. She unfurled the object, a long, wide sheet of thick black cloth, and slipped it under his bridle, then pushed it up over his eyes and secured it there, blinding him. He growled uncertainly, then heard footsteps and the knock of her staff against stone.
Instantly new sounds came into his cell: the stomps and metallic clicks of Kanelle's wild struggling, accompanied by grunts and the occasional frustrated howl. But then they died away with a muffled bellow of pain--Helena must have stung her. He hesitated, then growled as loudly as he could, so she would know he was there with her now.
"This defiance is almost cute, but I think I've had enough now. To business." Helena cast a spell of some kind, then a line of unfamiliar glowing script lit up on the inside of his blindfold and after a moment an image appeared there for him to see: it was as if he was viewing the cell from below and slightly behind Kanelle, looking upwards to give him a perfect view of her exposed sex--a view he couldn't look away from.
"What do you two think? Getting a good look at each other?"
Mordannis stiffened, and he could see that she did as well; evidently she was forced to look up at him just as he was at her.
"Let's make sure you two are seeing the same thing." There was a pause, and then with a jerk he could feel the stone he stood on moving forward, towards her, and after a moment his body came into the view he had. He howled and fought his restraints desperately, as did she, but it was no use. An idea came to him and he dropped his hindquarters as low as he could, so that when he came close enough to enter her he would miss--
But he stopped moving again, barely a claw's width between them now. There were footsteps, then a shadow and a blue glow flitted across his view and he was revolted to feel the cold hands of the witch against his penis. "Have to make sure you two line up properly..." He snarled at her touch, but there was nothing he could do to stop her, and after a moment the stone beneath him moved forward again, her hands guiding him into Kanelle's vent. Both of them howled and struggled mightily as he was forced to penetrate her and tried to pull away from each other, but suddenly he felt more chains pressing against his flanks and realized their hind legs must have been bound together, too tightly to allow him to pull himself out of her.
She froze beneath him, and he did as well, though it took every ounce of self-control he had; a single twitch by either of them could set the other thrusting, and if that happened it would all be over.
"Try as hard as you want, but you can't resist forever," Helena said. "I'd love to stay and watch, but I have things to do, so I'll leave you two alone until my enchantments tell me you two have given in. If it's within the next hour or so I'll come down and let you out, but if it takes a while I may decide to leave you two like this until tomorrow morning. Your choice." He heard footsteps, then the slam of a door, and the witch was gone.
Mordannis didn't dare move, trying to ignore the hot, slick pressure all around his penis, hoping that the witch had cast her spell wrong, that soon his erection would go away and they would have nothing to worry about... But knowing the sensation was there just waiting for him to give in, knowing the dragoness beneath him would be helpless to stop him if he began to thrust, and being forced to look directly at the image of himself mounting her, embedded so deeply that even the enchanted ring was barely visible... There was no way he could possibly make his arousal fade, even if her spell had been cast incorrectly.
He knew he couldn't resist for long, but at the same time he didn't want to give in and mate. Kanelle had been so forceful in her refusals, and if she didn't want to mate he didn't want to be the one to ignore such a choice. He wished he could test his restraints again, to see if there was a way out, but he knew that if he did it would make him move inside her, which would only draw their attention more strongly to each other, and once that happened they would both give in to their instincts. All that was free was his tail, which he curled and uncurled once, then reached around to feel at the shackles on his hind paws, then hers--she jumped with surprise at his touch, but only a little, and both of them managed to control themselves. Then it gave him an idea, and he pressed the tip of his tail against her haunch, moving in a slow, careful pattern...
Kanelle grunted once, flexing her claws helplessly, but there was nothing she could do, bound as she was. Gagged and blindfolded, the collar and leash at her throat prevented her from raising her head more than a paw's width from the ground, shackles on her forelegs at wrist and shoulder forced her into a crouch, and her wings and tail were bound tightly against her back. Her hindquarters were propped up from beneath by some sort of metal arch, forcing her to present herself to him, and with her hind paws also chained wide apart she could barely move. Nothing she could do but stare at the image of him stuck deep inside her, keeping as still as she could and hoping he was strong-willed enough to resist his instincts.
But she was finding it just as hard; he was stiff inside her and filled her so completely that she could feel his heartbeat through his cock, and she had to fight against a constant urge to clamp down on it, to twist her hips and grind against it and encourage him to thrust and thrust until it brought them both to an incredible climax... She shook her head and growled, then jumped in her chains as she felt something brush against her hind paw: the tip of his tail, she realized, and calmed slightly when the tiny movement didn't start either of them thrusting.
The tip of his tail pressed itself against her haunch, then traced something... a letter? Yes, it was the letter 'c' of human script. He was sending her a message!
"Cannot hold long," he traced, and she growled in agreement; neither could she.
"Might better to go," was next: he thought it might be better for them to just give in and do what the witch wanted them to do. She disagreed, though she had no way of telling him why, and grunted twice in quick succession.
"Might not make eggs," then when she didn't reply, "time after to try escape." She growled twice, for she had been Helena's prisoner for nearly a month now and hadn't broken free despite her best efforts.
A pause, then, "do not want to escape?" Kanelle was almost too offended to answer, but realized it was easy to be misunderstood, and only grunted twice again.
"Cannot?" Just one grunt this time.
"Cannot escape, cannot hold long," he wrote, then, "why wait will not help? Should go."
She growled twice again, more firmly, and he didn't write anything more. They couldn't give in, they just couldn't! It was hard to keep still and to ignore their instincts, sure, but it had to get easier once they were used to standing like this. It would, she was sure of it; they could wait as long as they had to.
But as time passed it didn't get easier, it got harder. Every beat of Mordannis' heart seemed to make him fill her even more, and she was sure that by now he could feel her heartbeat as well. Her paws were beginning to tremble from the effort of holding herself so still for so long, and she groaned unhappily, trying to find a way to shift her weight without disturbing her hindquarters. What could they do to prevent giving Helena what she wanted? Was denying her even possible anymore?
Every breath seemed like torture now, every sound and slight movement an encouragement to just give up and mate as wildly as possible. The image of him penetrating her seemed permanently fixed in her mind, so that she saw it even when she closed her eyes, and with every passing moment she was more certain they wouldn't be able to deny Helena's wishes.
Mordannis whined and lashed his tail; Helena's ring seemed to get tighter each time he took a breath, and already he had begun to shiver at the sensation of being so firmly gripped by Kanelle's sex. It would only be so long before the spasms spread down to his hindquarters, and once that happened... He couldn't risk trying to write a message to her again, for at this point the slightest tensing at an unexpected touch would set them both off. But they had both chosen to resist, as long as they could, and after making that decision he wasn't about to try anything else--not that he'd have a choice if this went on much longer.
In the end it was impossible to tell who lost control first. One moment they were both holding themselves as still as they could, and the next they were both bucking and thrusting as much as their restraints would let them, grunting past their gags at the sudden effort and watching as he moved in and out, in and out, Helena's ring glowing more brightly and seeming to add to the sensation somehow.
The horrible tease brought them both to orgasm quickly. Kanelle was first, having never even pleasured herself before, and came explosively, thrashing against her chains with all her might and bellowing her unwanted pleasure through her gag as loudly as was possible. Mordannis followed only moments after, stiffening, then letting out a howl of his own and pumping her full of his seed. Both of them subsided, gasping for breath, but still Helena's chains kept them linked, and the ring on Mordannis' cock did not loosen.
They could only stand and wonder how long it had been. Had it been less than an hour, or more? Every moment had felt like an eternity before they had finally given in, and even if they weren't forced to watch themselves mate the unwavering magical lights gave no indication of the time of day in their underground prison. Please let it have been less than an hour, Mordannis thought desperately. I'd give anything, anything, just to be allowed to pull out and not have to do that to her again. He tried anyway, but the ring made sure he stayed fully erect despite his recent orgasm and the chains around their hind legs barely let him come halfway out before going taut.
Kanelle moaned when he moved and clenched him again with her sex; he growled at the overstimulation and pulled against the chains again, but he had no way of escaping her. Please, he thought a second time, but several minutes passed and the door did not open, the spells on their blindfolds did not fade, the ring continued to keep him aroused... And then the oversensitivity faded, and he found himself wanting to thrust again.
No! he thought, but Kanelle seemed completely lost beneath him, and when he twitched she began to grind against him again. He snarled and slapped her with his tail, wrote "stop" on her flank, then when he slapped her again she finally seemed to regain control of herself--but not before moving enough to put them right back where they'd started.
"Not again," he wrote, and she grunted in agreement, but they both knew that if Helena didn't come and let them out soon there was nothing either of them could do that would keep them from mating again, and again, and again...
But that was what happened. Helena did not return, and not long after that they gave in a second time, then a third and fourth in quick succession, until both of them lost count, lost any idea of how much time had passed, lost the will to do anything but thrust against each other as much and as often as they could.
Helena had won.