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"Don't worry about it," Rin said as I was led down his front hall. It was made of the close-fitting stone that the mage loved to use to make his house look old. The look was spoiled somewhat in the kitchen with a high-end modern oven set into the wall but the rest of it was nice. Little magic balls of light were set regularly along the ceiling, casting a warm glow over my scales, the glimmer cast from them reflecting across that stone. I was very proud of the colour of my scales; a shiny dark grey that deepened to black along my wings which, in the confines of the hall, were furled tightly on my back.

There was enough space to walk upright, if only barely. Rin was human and had built most of his house accordingly. I was quadrupedal and much larger but this part of the house had been designed with his draconic friends in mind although if I wasn't careful, my horns would catch on the roof and jerk my head back uncomfortably, so I kept my neck bent.

"Yeah, don't worry," Rin said again. "It's perfectly safe. No danger whatsoever." He was taking me to test something for him. See, Rin designed magical traps and security devices. I wasn't a mage or wizard or anything but dragons were pretty much the most magic-resistant creatures around so he called me in to test his newest inventions. A couple of tests before, he had found out about my rather embarrassing bondage fetish -- don't ask how -- and had given me the chance to try out some of the more... interesting stuff. Less security and more the kind of stuff people intentionally use on each other.

"This is more of a mental than physical deterrent," he continued. "Mind magic. You'll see."

A pair of double doors opened by themselves at the end of the hallway and we both walked through. The room beyond was much more suited to my height and I could straighten my neck. The space was fairly long, a dozen lengths or so, with a large pot on a dais at the opposite end. That was the target. I had to get to it and any traps hidden would activate along the way or when I neared the dais.

Rin moved back to the spectator's room, an adjoining space that ran the length of the testing chamber. A line of one-way glass stretched the length of the wall, allowing its creator to keep step with me as I traversed his obstacle course. I waited for a knock on the glass -- the signal to begin -- then started. Prior experience told me to be very careful where I stood so I picked my way across the stone carefully. My head was low to the ground, making it easier to see tripwires or the etchings that marked an enchantment. I'd fallen prey to both before and Rin loved to mix spells up with physical triggers.

Examining every step carefully before taking slowed me down immensely and my concentration was so intense that, initially, the feeling of heat washing over my scales went unnoticed. When I started panting though, that got my attention. A couple of seconds of confusion later and I realised what was happening. There was magic somewhere here, awakening my arousal and urging it to grow stronger. That was the heat I was feeling.

It was actually rather nice, the warmth nestling itself around my sex, quickly making it slick. My tail hiked itself up a little but I did my best to ignore all of this and keep looking for other traps. This was one I could deal with, even if it was frustrating and fun at the same time. Not all of the arousal was from Rin's spell. Some of it was from me, my excitement from being forced to get aroused, with no control over myself. If a net or something suddenly sprung, that would really get me going. Not that that was what I was hoping for.

As I inched forwards, the feeling only intensified, tingles racing around beneath my scales. The feeling was focusing more on my sex now. My walls pulsed with every heartbeat and there was an emptiness inside me that felt wholly unnatural. With a start, I realised what this was: heat. Artificial to be sure but it felt like I was entering my heat cycle, just a good deal of time before I was expecting it.

With every step, I dropped deeper into the magical heat. The hormones running through my body made it hard to think, hard to move, hard to anything really except go and find a strong dragon who would be able to fuck me long and hard, fill me and give me a wonderful climax. That was the point of heat, after all. Just the thought of it made my sex clench hard and I almost lost control, almost forgot the reason why I was here in the first place. It's a spell, I told myself. Just a spell. Funnily enough, that didn't help.

My hips began to twitch at the air, the lust caused by the spell overpowering my self-discipline for a brief moment. A whine slipped out and I heard a laugh from behind the glass. I growled but even that petered out. A quick glance towards the vase and the dais told me that I was only halfway, maybe a bit less! Already it was like I was in the middle of heat where only the dragonesses with a heat fetish actually got to. The need was incredible, radiating from my sex. My tail, tongue, claws, they could all help! I was halfway through curling up to masturbate furiously when I remembered where I was and what I was supposed to be doing.

I straightened with enormous difficulty and then made a plan. Just run. Run for that stupid vase and maybe I could get there if there were no other traps or spells designed to hamper my progress. Once I was on all four claws, I bounded straight for my goal. I was moving fast enough that I couldn't feel my fake heat growing stronger with every step until I was almost there. One claw hit something; I felt the minute tug as whatever it was broke and a part of my fevered mind thought, tripwire. Expecting a net or rope or something appearing to tie me up and make me helpless, I skidded to an abrupt halt. None of those things happened. Instead, a pillar of stone flowed out of the wall beside me, at first an indistinct cylinder but it soon morphed into a large dragon cock with a fully formed knot at the base. I had a moment to consider the point of this when the full weight of my heat crashed down on me.

There was no resisting it or even thinking clearly. This close to the end of the room, the magic made me go right past anything that was natural in strength. No dragoness had ever felt anything this powerful, not in their cycle. An anguished howl burst from my mouth but I barely heard it. Too much of my brain was devoted to comprehending the insane need radiating from my slit. I couldn't think, let alone speak. In a flash I was on my side, leg raised and tongue between my thighs as my writhing tail curled over to bury itself inside me.

The sensation of being filled whilst an eager tongue lapped at my clit was almost too much to handle, a climax almost arriving instantly. I shuddered as my tunnel rippled around my tail and I ceased my frantic motions for a glorious instant. But, as soon as the orgasm ended, that horrible need came back, just as strong! I redoubled my frenzied efforts but couldn't climax again so soon, not by myself. My tail and tongue suddenly seemed woefully inadequate and I looked around desperately for something, anything. The dragon cock on the wall! I could use that!

My belly and muzzle was covered in my juices and the only scent in the room was my own heated one, smelling richly of sex and making it even harder to concentrate. My sex was so wet it was dripping on the floor as I stumbled over to the wall, hindquarters refusing to cooperate with jerks and twitches. Tail raised high, I wasted no time in backing onto the stone dildo. It slid into my sex easily, my heat and arousal making it effortless. It was warm and felt real enough that I could forget it wasn't a real dragon, spreading me pleasantly wide, a cry slipping from my open jaws.

Immediately, I started rocking back and forth quickly, making the dildo thrust in and out of me a little awkwardly. It didn't matter though; my heat-stricken body accepted that I had been claimed by a dragon and was waiting for the flood of seed that would soothe the fire inside. The knot at the base of the stone was pressing against my entrance, working deeper into me, spreading me a little wider each time. There was an instinct that was quickly coming to the forefront of my mind: the need to be knotted, to be bred. Nothing else mattered in the world. It could have exploded and I wouldn't have noticed.

With a forceful thrust backwards, the widest part of the knot pushed inside me, my walls straining to contain it. Then, it slipped inside, stretching me wonderfully as I whined loudly, more than ready to orgasm. As my rump pressed against the wall, the knot expanded to an even larger size, becoming almost painfully large and ensuring that I couldn't pull off it. My muscles clenched and rippled, trying to milk the shaft buried in me but it wasn't real and had no seed to give.

Now there was a new problem. I was unable to move off the dildo, grinding back and forth the tiny amount that I could on the cock as my clit went unattended. The heat forced on my body was screaming for that dragon to cum in me and send me into a fulfilling climax but that wasn't possible. I was stuck on the cock, knotted and unable to come, needier than I had ever been in my life. Through the haze of lust and utter desperation, I realised that Rin was standing in front of me, saying something. There was no room for embarrassment in my mind as I listened to his words, knotted to the wall.

"This was a resounding success!" he said. "I'll be sure to get your input after, before I wipe your memory. You'll have to stay here until the heat spell ends; you might embarrass yourself otherwise. Don't worry, the spell is short-lived. One day, two at the most."