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Ascaran disliked the envoys as soon as they walked into the throne room.

He couldn't put his paw on why. They represented an allied kingdom; their deep bows to his Queen were long enough to show considerable respect; they came with nothing more offensive than gifts for his monarch; yet still their presence unsettled him, and his tail twitched restlessly back and forth behind Queen Harriet's throne as they began to offer the sequence of gifts. With his snout held low just beside her padded armrest, it was well within her reach, and sensing his tension in his flexing claws and occasional barely-audible rumble she gently extended a hand to stroke his cheek and his chin, soothing. With some effort he subsided, and indeed it seemed the envoys had noticed the dragon's restlessness as well: with him thus soothed they were less inclined to glance nervously in his direction as they revealed with a flourish their next gift, a tall vase of fine red porcelain into which they had arranged a bouquet of yellow flowers native to the lower-elevation plains of the land they represented.

As they so nicely matched his own scale coloration the display appealed much better to Ascaran's sensibilities than the previous gift of heavy cloth, which they had said to have been prepared to provide special protection from the cold and wet they frequently encountered in the wintertime, once fashioned into appropriate garments. Why should she ever had need of [i]that[/i] when she could stay warm and dry in the palace with him? As this offering was more visibly attractive, it also drew murmurs of appreciation from the nobles attending court, further encouraging the presentation.

"Made of our finest porcelain, so long as it is kept safe from harm it is sure to inspire admiration and compliments for many years to come," said one, the remark in the dragon's direction so pointed he very nearly lashed a forepaw back at them out of spite; only the reminder prior to the audience that these were [i]allies[/i] and did not need intimidation kept his claws on the floor, and he rumbled softly to himself instead, resettling his hindquarters behind the throne and drawing a couple more strokes on the neck from the Queen, just above his ruby-studded steel collar. "Prince Ethan gathered the flowers himself."

[i]The Prince.[/i] They had said at the start of course that they came to present gifts from one ally to another, representing the appreciation of King Taylor and his prince; but this personal touch had him lift his snout and narrow his eyes at the guests. The King was in his fifties and married, but Prince Ethan was twenty-three, only a couple of years younger than the Queen and similarly unmatched. Gifts from allies who wished to reinforce their peace with the young Queen who could command a dragon were perfectly acceptable... gifts hoping to warm her to the thought of a marriage proposal, however, he could not help but see in a far different light.

Of course the envoys blanched when he riled up again, and the Queen rubbed the overlapping scales of his neck a few more times to try to calm him, unable to reach up to his lifted chin unless she stood. "Your prince must be most dedicated to his diplomacy, to go to such lengths in preparation of such a gift," she said over the whispers that had begun, projecting calm in attempt to soothe both the visitors and the dragon. "Do not mind my companion; he does not bite, especially not long-time allies." This reassurance--the last plainly to remind him to behave--only prompted him to pull his lips back just a tiny bit more, revealing the points of a couple more fangs, and she pet him again, nodding for them to continue.

"He would be glad to know his effort is so appreciated! The Prince also personally selected our final gift, which he hopes you will find most lovely," said the second of the envoys, and from a small case he produced a finely jeweled bracelet, more elegant by far than the prior offerings.

It was not a [i]ring,[/i] but it was too close for Ascaran's comfort; he mantled his wings and growled before the assembled nobles could even gasp at the extravagance, displeasure rumbling in his throat until Queen Harriet reached up to snatch his ear and gave it a firm yank, twisting his voice nearly to a yelp--and drawing nearly an equal ache from between his hind legs from what usually accompanied her forceful manner! He snapped his head around at once to glare, shuffling his hind legs as he did, but before he could even get a word out she snapped, "behave, dragon." The twin rebukes stung, and he snorted, in his irritation releasing a little smoke in her direction along with the breath.

She managed barely not to cough, her own temper flashing in her eyes, and he winced--he was sure to pay for that later! But even if he felt himself further stir at the thought of what he might be in for in private, in present company she could only be stern with her voice, and she said, "Ascaran! That is quite enough." She lowered her voice to say to the envoys, more controlled, "I apologize to you both... It is not often Ascaran gets to see such fine jewelry I have not already firmly claimed as my own, and you know what the stories say about dragons and treasure. I hope he has not offended you; it is a beautiful piece--I can certainly see why he craved it as soon as he laid eyes on it."

Having already been told off once he knew better than to snort again, no matter how believable the excuse sounded, and the pent-up feeling between his hinds further encouraged him to behave. The envoys certainly seemed eager to believe her, and both hurried to bow again, one of them slowly approaching to pass the case to her directly. "Your dragon has a discerning eye," one said, "for this bracelet comes from far to the East, from the famed jewelers of Romancoke. I'm sure the Prince will be glad to hear it has caused such a stir."

He could not resist inspecting the band at close range: it [i]was[/i] very pretty, the multicolored gemstones arranged in a pattern that seemed to invoke wings spread across it, and Harriet only rubbed it in by slowly turning it for him to admire. "It certainly has," she said, and from how she glanced to her left he knew she'd noticed that her court had been equally disturbed: some hoped for another royal to vie for her hand and thus firmly cement an alliance, and others wished instead for her to choose from among her own noble families rather than risk the complications of foreign politics in the matter of her marriage. "I am glad to receive it, and I appreciate his thoughtfulness."

Ascaran grumbled softly and looked away, wishing they had not been nearly so considerate: she was [i]his[/i] Queen, or perhaps more accurately he was [i]her[/i] dragon, and between her kingdom and her dragon she did not have time for some suitor to come trying to sweep her off her feet, whether local noble or foreign royal! Nor did he wish to share her affection with any other, the thought alone enough to keep up his tail's restless twitching. But he couldn't make any more of a scene without getting into real trouble, so he didn't interrupt as she elegantly thanked the diplomats for their gifts and invited a pair of nobles from her court to accompany them to a light meal to help restore them after their journey. Others she directed to call for attendants to find suitable places for her gifts, and with that she dismissed them all, maintaining decorum until she and Ascaran were alone and she could at last lean back on her well-cushioned throne with a long sigh.

"Ascaran, what am I going to do with you?"

He didn't even bother to stretch his limbs as he stood, finding his growl again now that it was just the two of them. "Let me fly to this prince's castle and roar at him for sending such outrageous attempts to buy his way to your heart?"

She lifted a finger to prod him where the bright yellow blaze started between his nostrils until he pulled his head back and huffed. "He is not the first and he will not be the last, not until I am engaged. You know that, and if you [i]do[/i] fly off seeking to terrorize any potential match without my permission you will return to find you no longer have any keys."

His sheath pulsed gently against the snug chastity cage she always kept him in, and he lashed his tail to hide how the unserious threat made his hind end squirm--but the ache was also enough to put his objections onto that heading instead. "Yes, but when you have a [i]husband[/i] to devote yourself to, when will you have the time to come unlock me for a little while? Then they might as well not exist, either."

"I think you are telling on yourself a little, that you'd prefer to imagine that if we had no opportunities for private time together I would simply keep you in your cage rather than free you," she said, giggling at how it made him blush, inner ears reddening to match the scales of his snout.

"Of course--you would have to. I am a dangerous beast!" He lifted his head, flapped his yellow-marked wings, his fangs flashing when he snapped at the air. "How else would you enforce my good behavior?"

She waited for the wind stirred by his wings to die down before gently combing down any stray brown hair with her fingers. "Well first, chastity would have to actually make you any less of a brat. I still am not sure if you act up during public events because you like to force me to think on my feet so frantically to excuse your starts, or because you want to be punished for it."

He grumbled and looked away--definitely the latter, not that he'd admit it (again), or at least not right away. "I was impressed how smoothly you blamed my growls on longing for the treasure."

"I could hardly tell them it was because you longed for [i]me,[/i] no matter how common knowledge it may be," she said, and his snout drooped a little as she returned to what had originally unsettled him. "But I'm sure regardless I'll be hearing from the nobles again about how they think you're getting in the way of my need for an heir. At the very least they will want me not to bring you to any visit from a potential match." He bared his teeth again and earned a swat on the nose before he could even speak. "And no, you do not need to be there to make sure they are brave enough to deserve me, you have said that enough times."

Ascaran tossed his snout and huffed at her. "Well it's true! But I was [i]going[/i] to growl about how little the nobles know and how you shouldn't bother listening to them. If they had their way I'd be barred from the castle to force you to seek a romance that could give you one of those heirs they're always clamoring about, and the rest of their suggestions are just as unworthy of consideration," he said, grumbling resentfully.

"None of them have advised me to send you away; your presence is too valuable to our reputation. And they're right about the line of succession," she sighed. "You were a perfectly acceptable lover to them when my parents were still here and the situation was less urgent. Now... They want me to take my position more seriously--as if becoming Queen would change how we felt--and to them, that means entertaining a man's advances until, they hope, he somehow takes your place in my heart."

He crept forward to lower his snout into her lap, where she began to stroke his nose and cheeks reassuringly. "Then what do we do?" he asked softly. "Your duties as Queen already keep you so busy that we do not get nearly enough time to ourselves. A husband would need just as much time, and as much or more of your love. Perhaps you humans cannot keep up with my kind's possessiveness, but I don't think a man would want to share you either."

"It is my duty to the kingdom to establish a stable line of succession by raising an heir," she said slowly, continuing to soothe him with cheek and chin scratches. "But that doesn't change that I care deeply about you, and the last thing I would want to do is push you away. And I am not the only one who will want to keep you close! I do so because I love you... but whoever seeks to marry me will also value the influence you lend to my kingdom. Dragons willing to obey a human's orders are few and far between, after all, and even if you have no desire to seek a battlefield, our adversaries do not know that, so what you might be capable of there will make them think a very long time before daring to move against us. At the very least they know you will defend me with utmost ferocity." She paused, then teased, "I am of course using 'obey' in the loosest possible sense, with how often you need correction."

He made a low mumbling sound, pushing his snout into her hands for attention until she reached far enough to rub behind an ear, which was at last able to coax a purr from his throat. "I miss when you were merely the Princess, and there were fewer duties between us."

"There are days I wish to be Princess again as well," she said ruefully. "But this is where we are now. It doesn't do any good to wish for days past, and we will find a way to make things work if we try. Besides, isn't it more impressive to say that you are locked in chastity by order of the [i]Queen?"[/i]

It [i]was[/i] enough to make him squirm again, shaft stirred to a gentle ache as it yearned to escape the cage over his sheath. "Hhn. How long until you put a law into your records about dragons and chastity?"

"Don't tempt me," Harriet said, and pushed gently against his chin until he lifted his snout to give her room to stand. "But speaking of duties between us, I must go make sure there's no lingering friction from your performance that needs to be smoothed over with Taylor's representatives, and probably I'll need to ward off more arguments about you from various lords and ladies as well. Even if you [i]do[/i] tempt me sometimes to listen to them when they insist I need to keep you chained and muzzled in the dungeon during audiences."

"Nonsense," he snorted, mantling his wings and showing his fangs rather than let such exciting thoughts of restraint distract him. "Who will make any visitors terrified of upsetting you if I am not there to intimidate them?"

She drew herself up just as regally. "I am a Queen, and to offend me is to offend all my kingdom." They both held their stern bearing for a moment, then she relaxed and gave him another poke on the nose. "Perhaps if you continue to insist on acting up despite my many warnings, you might find yourself locked away the next time an ally visits, but I'll always appreciate your assistance when I must deal with a less friendly delegation. For now, you shall go to your cell to await the pleasure of my company, once my other business is complete."

"Yes, my Queen," he said, spreading his wings for a formal bow. He stepped close enough to nearly bump her with his haunch on his way towards the West door, meaning to teasingly brush her with the full length of his tail on his way past, only for her to beat him to it! Her hand darted past his flank to briefly cradle one of his balls, eliciting a low groan of surprise--and of pleasure, her touch enough to stop him in his tracks with his sheath instantly taut beneath the cage in desire! Finding him so frozen by her attention, she giggled teasingly and took the opportunity to fondle his sack with both hands [i]just[/i] long enough to get him to lift his tail and arch his neck... and then she slipped away towards the far door before he could even get in a proper growl of pleasure!

"Rrrhh-- you tease!" he huffed, his tail lashing, but she only blew him a kiss before departing the throne room, leaving her dragon there to cope with trapped desire that was so easy for her to provoke! He groaned to himself in frustration, sparing a longing glance at his securely locked chastity cage before he prowled off to wait for her, dragonhood aching every step of the way.

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Rather than pass the time in some dark corner of the castle dungeon, Ascaran's cell awaited him at the end of the hall of the royal apartments: Queen Harriet's expansive chambers behind the door to the left, her former suite as Princess on the right, and through the large door beyond, a former library that had been converted to a room meant to securely hold a dragon however Harriet chose. Evidence of that purpose surrounded him as he waited: securing bolts drilled deep into walls, floor, ceiling, and hooks along the walls cradling heavy cuffs, straps, harnesses and muzzles and other restraints designed to keep him at a woman's mercy. Not that the collar and cage he always wore were anything other than a constant reminder of who was in charge!

Harriet's other engagements left him with plenty of time to dwell on what was to come, and while he couldn't help but ponder which restraints he'd soon be wearing, it was the chastity cage that had the most of his attention. Thanks at least in part to his behavior, when she'd bound him the previous week she hadn't even unlocked him during their play--and though he'd been briefly let out of the cage for a few teasing sessions prior to that it had been far longer since she'd allowed the dragon an orgasm! So the more he waited and wondered what he'd be in for, the tighter the cage got, until he couldn't help but rub those solid steel bars with his paw, hissing softly through his teeth and pressing his claws against the floor in tension as his dragonhood strained to escape his sheath and the cage kept him entirely contained, ensuring that the best he could do was grind the tip of the cage against his paw, play with his balls, and imagine her setting him off no matter how much trouble he might have been causing her...

Thus when the Queen at last walked in, having changed into a loose, casual dress and let her hair down, she found Ascaran quite worked up indeed! "I see you've been waiting patiently," she teased, either having had an easy enough time with her nobles or having taken a long enough break afterward to put them out of her mind so that she didn't have any lingering stress and her focus could be entirely on him!

He set his forepaw down, blushing, but naturally there was no hiding how his sheath was plump as the chastity would let it get, straining between the bars with nowhere to go. "Very patiently," he said, trying not to sound [i]too[/i] plaintive already, but that was hard when he already felt such a fierce ache... And he could not resist adding, "for weeks," emphasizing that he wasn't just referring to the past hour or two, but the full pent-up span it had been since she'd last given him a moment's freedom from his chastity!

"As you've deserved! Or perhaps [i]wanted[/i] when you knew full well the consequences of your behavior, and considering [i]today's[/i] actions you are going to need to be very convincing indeed if you want any relief from in here." Lowering herself to one knee, she stroked both sides of his cage, her smaller, more nimble fingers far more adept at finding his sheath through the bars than his own great claws. He groaned softly in longing and struggled to check the firm thrusts his body desired in response to the stimulation--knocking her over with his bound lust would hardly convince her to let him out!

"Rrh, nnh. Please, Queen..." he huffed, as even these first gentle touches so sharply deepened the needy ache he felt and made him long so intensely to be set free...

She spent a long few seconds teasing at the very tip of the cage with her fingertips where the steel let only the barest hint of flesh peek from his sheath, until the intense sensation made him flinch and gasp and arch his neck, fangs clenched as he fought to keep himself under control; only then did she straighten up. "Bring me those broad body and leg bands, and the spreader bar. Once you're appropriately secured, [i]then[/i] you can start begging. While there's a chance I might be willing to unlock you, there's no question you haven't earned the privilege to have both your limbs and your member free together."

His snout and ears blushed, his shaft twitching at that memory, and of how her hands had felt a few moments ago. Oh how special [i]those[/i] rare and far-too-brief occasions had been, but by now it had been a couple of years since he'd last earned a reward like that! So instead he did as he was told, first getting down a hefty spreader bar with a cuff at the middle and at each end, then gathering two thick padded leather straps, these also with a pair of cuffs attached. Knowing what she intended, he laid them out on the floor parallel to the spreader bar as she linked it to one of the floor anchors. He paused, then more shyly asked, "and a muzzle?"

"You're telling on yourself again," she giggled. "How will you beg to be uncaged if you cannot speak?"

Ascaran squirmed, his length only straining harder at the thought of trying to muffle words through a leather pad or a bridle and hoping against hope it would be enough... "I could speak if it was the cage muzzle."

"True... but I think I'll have nothing to fear from the mighty locked dragon's snout, especially once you're tied down. Perhaps you can have something a bit later, depending on how successful you are. Now be a good pet and lie down on your back," she said, gesturing to the waiting restraints.

He eased himself onto his back, tucking his wings in carefully as he rolled over, wiggling himself into the right spot atop the middle of the straps and huffing at how watching him twist about with his paws in the air made her giggle, especially when she was perfectly positioned to watch his rump the entire time! He lifted his snout to look and extended his hind paws, and she nodded: that was close enough. She took each ankle and guided them to the waiting cuffs on either end of the bar, buckling them in securely to force his hind legs apart, then cuffed his tail to the bar's middle so he couldn't lash it about. She lingered there a moment to admire the view, his thighs propped open invitingly to expose his caged sheath and balls, which bounced a little when he twisted his hips in pent-up impatience! But rather than take advantage right away she paced along his side brushing a hand over his scales as she went until she reached the first of the body straps around his torso so she could reach up to tighten and buckle them, one broad band circling his chest near its deepest point while the other wrapped around his belly, pinning his wings to his back along their course.

Reaching up for one of his forepaws, she pulled it down to his side near his hip, where the taut body straps had positioned a cuff for her to bind it into. She buckled it shut, then another near his elbow on the upper chest strap to pin his forelimb to his body with both straps, and as she walked around to handle the other she mused, "how curious that you grow so much more cooperative when it's time to restrain you."

He flexed the claws of his bound forepaw and huffed. "If I resisted, you'd need half the castle guard to tie me up! And as... admittedly fun as that sounds, I don't think any of us would want to involve them in our, rrh. Activities," he said, grunting as she cuffed his other foreleg into place against his other side. With all four legs now bound, his chest and belly were fully unprotected, and he squirmed, sheath pulsing at the vulnerable thrill of it.

Harriet tittered, stroking his belly-scales gently as he got accustomed to his position. "That's not a bad excuse... and honestly, it might make for a decent training exercise for rallying and dealing with such unconventional threats. But we both know the real reason is because this is what you want, isn't that right?"

Her hand caressed closer to his sheath, but she didn't reach for it yet, and he only grew more tense from anticipation, the curve of his chest rising and falling as he groaned; she watched him with one of her teasing little smirks, then prompted him again. "Isn't it, my misbehaving dragon? You like being vulnerable... you like being at my mercy, don't you? Even though you're so big and strong, and I'm a 'mere human?'"

He didn't hold back the urge to thrust this time, but without her hands on his cage it was far less productive! His hips rolled and his shaft throbbed against his chastity, forelegs pulling against the cuffs but unable to lift them from his sides, to reach anything--definitely not her, or his sheath for that matter! [i]"Nh![/i] I do..."

"Good boy," she said, and of course the praise made him blush. "Or at least good for the moment, now that you got what you wanted." She straddled the base of his tail, putting his impressive trapped package right before her, and her hands grew closer to where he craved, caressing the scales to either side of his balls and sheath. "When last we played, I kept you caged, and I told you that I expected good behavior if that was to change at the next occasion... and instead you have growled at diplomats, made a scene of yourself, and even blew smoke in my face--in front of the court, no less. If you behave when it gets you what you want, does that mean you've been so unmanageable because you [i]don't[/i] want to be unlocked?" Rather than touch his sheath, she patted the sturdy padlock that linked the two halves of his chastity.

Part of him wanted desperately to be unlocked... and part of him loved the frustrating, pent-up ache of straining so needily against his cage like this on and on day after day, but at the moment he was worked up enough that the needy side won out. "I, rh-- I do want to be unlocked! Please Queen..."

"Then where has your obedience been? Have you decided that you enjoy these strict confines more?" Now her touch moved to his sheath, stroking up and down where she could between the cage bars and making his whole body twitch and writhe, teeth clenched and hissing. His sheath would have been sensitive enough under normal circumstances--but having been caged for weeks and denied release for far longer, her touch made his claws curl and his cock throb urgently, and he thrust towards her, he moaned, unable to respond while she teased him so! "You're not denying it..." she taunted.

He shuddered and humped harder, nearly knocking her hands away and hardly able to think while thus occupied. "Please... Gotta... let me out... let me cum!"

Harriet shifted her attention to his balls, fingertips tracing over the hefty sack that rested very nearly in her lap. "Now [i]that[/i] is quite the request. You really think you deserve to empty these?"

"Y-yes!" he whined, shimmying side to side and groaning as she gently stroked those heavy, sensitive orbs, shaft still pulsing hard. "It's been... two months!"

"Two months of unruly behavior," she chided, "demonstrating that you will not even obey your Queen if I do not keep you in need of relief." She fondled his sack some more, watching how he rolled his hips and arched his back, thighs tense to either side of her as the bonds held him down. "Or is this your way of telling me you don't [i]really[/i] want to cum?"

It wasn't as intense as touching his sheath, but the stimulation on his balls was plenty to keep up that strident arousing ache of his tip pressed so hard against the cage with no room to grow, and muscles bunched and strained in his forelegs as he longed to touch himself but couldn't lift his paws from his sides, only able to hump the air and squirm, his motions making his balls bounce gently in her grasp. "I... [i]do[/i] want to cum! Please unlock me, nnnngh..."

"Mmmmm. And yet..." She paused, letting anticipation build, and of course he remembered what she was hinting at instantly, snout flushing hot and length throbbing, drooling a bit of prefluid in his high arousal. But instead she only said, "I'm still not convinced you deserve to be set loose at all..."

The detour to his sack only made him even more sensitive when she returned her touch to his sheath, and all the more powerful by her once again focusing on his tip! And with her leaning forward to reach it, his balls were now cradled by her thighs, so he felt the soft cloth brushing across them when she shifted her legs to keep her place on his twitching tail... He trembled and bucked and groaned, his tail thumped on the floor, his dragonhood desperate to escape and yet so thrillingly utterly powerless to get hard, locked and dripping and so horribly pent up... "Nn-nnnh! Please-- Please Harriet... let me out!"

She didn't relent, but she murmured, "oh, you poor naughty beast... Do you really want it? Or do you just want to hear me tell you No?"

He couldn't have possibly blushed any hotter--near equal parts of him wanted each of those options, and she knew it! But he was so ludicrously horny--and it was so much easier to admit his raging lust than to admit his desire for her to deny and control him, especially when she'd spent enough time stroking through the cage by now that he was starting to feel like climax wasn't that far off despite still being trapped in his sheath! "Yes, rrrrrh, yes... please... unlock me!"

Harriet relented at last--just when the sudden lack of stimulation felt even more teasing than continuing to stroke him through the cage, and he grit his bared fangs and thrashed when the intense pleasure ceased and only the furious aching remained! More fluid drooled from his tip, his chest heaved, and he gave her a hopeful look and a whine, though she herself was watching the admittedly very alluring trapped throbs of his sheath against the cage bars and how his balls tightened up from how close she'd brought him already. But she'd let him out now, surely...

She still kept him teetering on those unsteady winds plenty long enough to make him writhe, and whimper, and give her another adorably pleading look, before finally she said, "oh all right, perhaps we can let you out for just a little while. I admit I'd like to see your member again myself, as it's set free so rarely..." He slumped back in relief, still panting heavily, but rather than reveal his precious key she got off of him and went over to one of the walls, where she retrieved a bridle with reins attached.

Ascaran blushed as she approached him, unraveling the straps to get it ready to fit over his muzzle, and mindful she'd be muffling his voice in a moment he panted, "hhn, will... will you let me cum?"

"Will you be a good boy?" she countered.

The bound, desperately horny dragon could only tilt his snout in assent. "Yes!"

She held out the straps, and he opened his jaws so she could lower the straight steel bit into them, holding the top of the bridle to slip it over his head; she guided the bit into the back of his mouth, behind his teeth, before tightening each of the straps in turn, buckling the bridle securely around his head to pin his tongue and his jaws. Only once his snout was secured did she say, "perhaps if you can remember to do so when you don't have the restraints to keep you in check, you will deserve such a generous reward."

Maddeningly, the seeming denial made his cock throb even [i]harder[/i] against his cage, even as he moaned in dismay! He tossed his snout, making a muffled whine and tonguing the bit briefly, watching as she knotted the reins to a ring on the wall behind his head to limit how far his snout could reach: it was too late to try to plead further, or at least to do so with more than unintelligible pleading muffles! "Bnnnt-- mm nnmd tnn!"

Rather than respond to him, she shimmied out of her loose dress: her body so different from that of a dragoness and yet still a sight he so enjoyed, all her soft skin and curves so pleasing to his eyes, and she seemed to know just the way to move to draw his attention--first with her naked body, but second when she revealed his key! Just seeing it set him quivering, and he could not help but let slip another of those soft, eager whimpers, already imagining the cage's removal, [i]finally,[/i] he needed freedom so badly... Even if she might not let him climax, just escaping his sheath for a little while would feel like such relief! It took such effort to keep still as she gave his cage a pat, fondled his sack, teasing him still further with that key in sight yet not in use before finally slipping the key into the lock, turning it... Just the sound of the shackle popping open was enough to make him moan, hind claws curling in tight as she performed each step with such agonizing slowness: even doing something he wanted went at her own pace, under her control. She leaned onto him, her warm skin pressing against his scales as she eased the padlock out of the loops linking the two halves of his cage together, and then finally! Finally! He slumped back and groaned in relief when she lifted the chastity cage away and his dragonhood needed no additional urging to emerge, all those long weeks he had felt only the thrill of denial when aroused and now at last the restriction was gone! He was fully erect in no time at all, ridged shaft resting against his belly and steadily pulsing. Oh just getting hard felt so good...

"There's my eager dragon," she murmured, setting the chastity aside; he trembled as she straddled the broad base of his tail once again, already imagining her hands on his finally-freed shaft, it was going to feel so incredible! "Such a weapon your cage keeps packed away," she said, as well a human ought to be awed by the size of him: he was as thick around as her thigh, and as long as her leg at least! "Perhaps you know how... [i]dangerous[/i] it is, and you act up to make sure I'm protected from it, hmm?" she teased, while he made a huff of impatience--which turned immediately to a low needy whine when she resumed fondling his balls and left his dragonhood alone! He squirmed, he twisted and reached with his immobilized forepaws, he tensed and thrust, and all that happened was his cock briefly rose from his belly-scales before settling back down, while Harriet was perfectly content to watch him struggle without shifting her attention at all, carefully and gently caressing those pent-up orbs while his length throbbed unattended perfectly within her reach and utterly beyond his own.

Ascaran snorted and twitched in frustration, his back arching briefly. It wasn't that her playing with his balls didn't feel good--it was quite enjoyable, whether he was locked or otherwise! But that she insisted on keeping her touch on them when his needy and far more sensitive shaft was right there in front of her... He whined, he bounced his hips and curled his head towards her until he felt the reins pulling back on his bit. "Hrrmmnph... cmm mmnn...!" he pleaded, his foreclaws reaching and curling for emphasis that he couldn't do any of that touching himself to get the heavy pleasure he longed for!

"I already warned you that you probably don't deserve relief," she said as she teased him, her hand straying closer to his sheath but not to his exposed flesh, and he shivered at the reminder: so eager, so needy, to be told already he probably wouldn't get to cum! "And knowing that, you still want my touch?"

Of course he nodded eagerly. Her hands, her body felt so good when she shared pleasure with him, he longed for her and he needed her and yet near all the time she kept him in this state of maddening beloved denial!

"Then again," she added slyly, "I have a most vivid memory from not too long ago. When I had you in my grasp, when you were so very close, and you begged that I [i]not[/i] let you climax." [i]Now[/i] she brought it up, and he shuddered and blushed hot and moaned--that she'd kept him on edge so very expertly that day, driven him so mad with denial, that the feeling of being helpless and kept short of the relief his body was desperate for had felt more intense and blissful and intimate than release itself, and he hadn't been able to keep from admitting how much he loved the feeling... "Perhaps that's why you misbehave?" she mused, continuing to gently grope his balls all the while, keeping him tense, throbbing desperately for attention, uselessly humping at air. "You're trying to ensure I won't let you cum. You want it to always be the denial you love so much. How would you feel if today we focused on [i]my[/i] pleasure, and I never touched your member a single time before locking it away once more?"

It sounded like the most maddening tease imaginable--frustrating and horribly arousing to the point that his balls tensed in her hands, his shaft twitching as he humped and panted and whined, longing for her touch and for denial and for a heavy orgasm... "Llllnf...! Mmmn nnnd... hhnnnf..."

"You can't even hide how much you'd love it... You poor thing." After just fondling his sack a little longer, she said, "I'd assure you that I'm not so mean, but if it's what you really want, how mean would it really be?"

Ascaran was far too horny to think straight; even if he hadn't been bridled, all he would have been able to say was the same wordless moan of lust, dragonhood aching and all his muscles wound tight from tension as the bonds held him in check. Seeing that near-blank tension in his eyes she giggled, "oh dear, I haven't broken you, have I pet? Here, maybe this will help."

She leaned forward and finally gave his cock a stroke, one hand on his belly for balance while the other brushed up and down along his length! All his claws clenched and his eyes shut tight--even something so gentle felt like as much, more relief than he'd even imagined, and he moaned heavily and thrust into her caress, powerful bound body writhing beneath her. The pleasure raced through him like fire, and seeing how strongly he responded she gave him more, a firmer longer stroke up nearly to his still more sensitive tip and then back down again, just that enough to make a little fluid dribble from his tip and betray how desperately wound up she had him.

"You look like you'd need barely anything for me to set you off today." She stopped, and he instantly whined in denial: he'd hardly gotten anything, he needed more, that orgasm was close already and it'd be [i]amazing![/i] "Perhaps I really should leave this alone..."

He shook his head at once, shuddering just at the thought, his forelegs tensing against the body straps again but unable to get anywhere near his aching length. "Nn-nnn! Lllmmn.. nnngh! Lllnn mmm cmm!" he pleaded, the allure of that pleasure and the temptation of climax far too urgent not to ask for no matter how true her earlier taunting may have been!

"Mmmm, well if you're sure, I can hardly deny you some edging can I? And I [i]do[/i] love how it so makes you squirm..." she said: there was no going back on his request for more pleasure now! And it seemed she was plenty eager to offer more regardless, settling herself into a more stable position so she could take him in both hands this time for a proper firm stroke! He grit his teeth and huffed smoke from the intensity of it, but she was hardly going to chide him for that now; instead she just kept going, overwhelming him briefly with such a treat of pleasure to the member she'd kept locked away and denied so long! His hips rocked powerfully and his cock jumped in her hands after just a few pumps, but she knew him well enough to know she didn't need to slow down, at least not [i]quite[/i] yet.

The stimulation felt so incredible even just a few moments of it were enough to totally wipe from his mind all the ways she'd said that he didn't deserve to cum and that she meant to edge him, so caught up he was the ecstasy of it, of enjoying being hard at last, being pleasured, feeling all that friction and pressure after being locked in his cage day after pent-up day, and when so soon he felt that rapid welling-up of the release to come he growled, muscles tensing as he braced and then she stopped! The growl leapt into a long, high yowl of denial, his whole body bucked and thrashed and the restraints held, keeping his limbs pinned and his straining claws at his sides and his jaws clamped on the bit while his cock pulsed and drooled, so abruptly unattended at such a time! He wavered on the brink of release, nearly there, straining, his breath coming in short rapid pants as he gave her and his leaking shaft such a desperate pleading look--the ecstasy roiling and oh so slowly fading without stimulation to keep him just short of that peak, a deeper and distinct and just as powerful yearning of denial to replace the former ache of being locked behind chastity!

He hardly even noticed for the first few moments that her hands had shifted to her own erogenous zones, one playing with one of her breasts while the other's fingers touched between her legs. "Mmmm! there's no more powerful feeling than having a denied dragon beneath you..." she said with a pleased gasp of her own, refusing to give in to that denied dragon's pleading whimpers.

Ascaran could only groan, his snout flushed burning hot as he watched her pleasure herself so close to his own unattended length, his hips bouncing impotently beneath her and his loins aching desperately--to get so close and to not get that release, it was so intense and so very, very thrilling, it made him feel utterly powerless and thank the gods he couldn't admit it while he was bridled... "Nnnngh... Rrrrrnn! Mm nnnmmd phnn cmmm!" he grunted instead, his teeth bared behind the straps in frustration--venting his body's need for that release while the deeply submissive part of him hoped for more of the same...

"More? I can hardly say no to denying you again," she breathed after stimulating herself a little while longer, ensuring he had plenty of time to appreciate--long for--the touch of her body before returning her attention to him. He was still more sensitive now and his reactions still more dramatic, tense muscles standing out on his limbs as every course of her hands up and down his length drew a powerful thrust and a ferocious muffled growl--until after hardly a half dozen strokes she stopped again and his savage lust became desperate helpless whining, cock drooling and pulsing as she so effortlessly reminded him of how powerless he was to influence whether she delivered the pleasure he craved! And rather than pump him again she leaned forward to give his tip far more careful, gentle contact, the little teasing caresses somewhere so intensely sensitive offering him no opportunity to cool down and hitting every strong instinct of his to mount and bite and bury himself deep in a dragoness to pound her into filled, gasping submission... Instead just feeling her hands pull back, so all those urges faded to whimpers and trembles and still he could not fulfill that desire no matter how he struggled or thrust! It felt so horrible and it felt so [i]good...[/i]

So she made him watch her pleasure herself some more while his forelimbs strained and his hips rocked underneath her, the great bound dragon moaning and panting as her hands explored her body and he thought of his own paws, tail, muzzle doing the same, denied even getting to touch [i]her[/i] while he writhed in his restraints. Only once he'd had a chance to back further away from the precipice did she resume those firm steady strokes, so easily flipping him from ecstasy to denial and then back to that tremendous rush of pleasure again! His thighs strained, his hindquarters rolled, and the swelling imminence of orgasm built once more, appearing more swiftly each time she left him unfulfilled and now building closer, stronger, his balls tight where they rested against her and all his body tense to await the release it was sure was coming if he just kept thrusting, kept going, please please yes more, until Harriet stopped again and he thrashed and howled...

For a long moment he felt the maddening void of denial, abanoned on the brink of orgasm, but this time the tide rose too powerfully to be stopped on the very edge yet again: he groaned deeply, he shuddered and his eyes shut tight and even with her touch withdrawn the climax came. He bucked and snarled and the first shot launched nearly to the base of his neck; then he thrust and loosed more of his seed, and more, all that pent-up cum released at last--but with no bliss to accompany it, no relief, no pleasure at all! His voice rose to muted whines of dismay: the orgasm had hit him but where was the pleasure, where was the relief, even as his shaft pulsed so strongly he felt nothing at all! His paws yanked desperately against his cuffs to reach himself and try to get some stimulation, [i]any,[/i] to accompany the release, but still his bonds were too tight and he could not possibly reach--and he was equally powerless to [i]stop[/i] cumming once it had started, no matter how he might have wished to hold himself back; all the dragon could do was empty himself, straining, thrashing, moaning in denial still more intense than even the edgings had been until the orgasm finished and he slumped down trembling, chest heaving and utterly unsatisfied despite the seed marking his scales.

"Ascaran! Cumming when I didn't mean for you to? I think this may be the naughtiest you've ever been," she scolded, but softened when she saw his expression, and climbing down she hurried over to his head to stroke his nose and cheeks around the straps. "Are you all right?"

The denial was unlike anything: there was all of the spent ache and exhaustion of the orgasm but with none of the satisfaction that should have come along with it, and his whole body quivered, feeling entirely spent... He only leaned his snout against her touch for a long minute as he slowly recovered his breath: to his body it had been so intense and so profoundly disappointing, far more so than any edging she'd given him... and yet in his mind, he could never say he'd felt so helpless as he had in that moment, struggling and thrusting and cumming hard whether he'd wanted to or not, so that the climax felt more like denial, or even like [i]punishment![/i] And when it was such deep submission, when he was [i]that[/i] powerless to even keep himself from orgasm... He moaned, but he nodded at last, bumping his snout against her.

Her demeanor recovered as soon as she received his reassurance, and after another scratch on his chin she turned away to collect a few towels and get him cleaned up. "Then I'd better get you caged again. After being [i]this[/i] disobedient, I'm going to need to keep you locked for quite a while indeed to have any hope of keeping you in line!"

Ascaran moaned again in protest, but that was all he could do with his bridle still on! "Bmmn Qnnnff-- Mmm dmmfn mmn phnn!" he said, wriggling--and shivering when she started by wiping off his receding shaft to get it clean, still horribly aching and oversensitive after the unfulfilling climax!

"After all the acting up you've done today, and all that I warned you, you came without my permission! In no way could you ever claim you don't deserve to stay in your cage for a very long time as punishment," she said, rubbing down his chest and belly scales--and the broad straps still binding him--to clean off the traces of his release.

If anything, that admonishment and how much it excited him only made it take a little longer for him to fully retreat back into his sheath--the last freedom his cock would get for who knew how long, now! But once he was ready, on went the snug steel cage again, then the loop around the base of his balls, and when she threaded the padlock through and snapped it shut once more all he could do was shudder and moan in submission. Only then did she untie him, starting with the spreader bar, and then the body cuffs and straps--these set aside for a more thorough cleaning after he'd marked them--and then finally his bridle.

"Are you sure that was all right?" she asked as he slowly rolled over onto his paws. "I don't think I'd ever done that to you before--and it did not sound like you enjoyed it very much."

"Physically? It felt..." he trailed off shuddering, blushing, and yet his sore dragonhood pressed gently against his chastity at the memory of it. "It was very intense, and... I think I feel even more pent up than I did before!" he huffed, and growled softly until she soothed him with a few cheek rubs. "It was mean, but... I... enjoyed it," he admitted very softly.

"Good. Because you certainly deserved for me to be mean," she said, though she scratched him behind the ear while she said it.

He rumbled softly and enjoyed her touch for a few moments, then said, "Well--maybe don't be that mean very [i]often..."[/i]

"We'll see," she teased gently. "But for starters, if you want to see your member again this [i]season[/i] for me to even have to option to edge you or give you a ruined orgasm like that, you're going to need to be on your best behavior. At the very least I have a mind to see you wear a muzzle around the castle for a week or two to send a message to you and to my nobles about what I expect from you at future public functions."

"But--" he started, only for her to gently tweak his ear.

"Keep back talking your Queen, Ascaran, and it'll be one of your more humiliating gags instead. But for now you may get some rest, and I will have someone bring you fresh water and tell the kitchens prepare us some dinner. No need to send you hunting after you've been spent like that." She took his cheeks in her hands and gave him a kiss on the soft scales of his nose. "I love you."

"And you," he purred, nuzzling in return and gently licking her cheek. Then she put back on her dress, took the spent towels to the hall, and left him to recover, while he crept over to his great cushioned bed in the corner and slumped onto it with a groan. And as soon as she was gone a forepaw dove between his hinds to restlessly tug on the cage, and gently rub his sore loins, and groan: this afternoon was going to linger in his mind for a long time indeed, and not just because who knew when he'd next get another orgasm, let alone a [i]proper[/i] one--or even be let out of chastity again!

Not that he would mind, even if he already felt even needier than he had before she'd tied him up, despite or more likely because of that tortuously unsatisfying orgasm...