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Sakar sprawled on his back and stretched out his paws, kneading his claws at the air, groaning happily, and pulling in a big deep breath of mountain air. The sun beat down on his white and green-striped scales, his outstretched wings, and the rock beneath his back, warming the big dragon through to his core and drawing a soft rumbling purr from his throat. A warm cloudless day and a big ledge to sun himself on, what more could a dragon ask for? He could feel all his limbs relaxing, muscles slack, his green belly soaking in the sunlight as he yawned.

Another dragon in his position might have been more careful about where he chose to get his sun, or at least been more wary of his surroundings, but not Sakar. No, if anything he wanted to be found...

And Linara would find him, he was sure. She would find him, she would give him what he deserved after yesterday, and it would be a damn fun time, too! The dragoness had always given better than she'd taken, and he didn't think he was a very good top, so though they had been taking turns ambushing each other to tie up and tease and... eventually, sometimes, hump they both always seemed more into it when it was her turn in control! For one, he kind of really liked how it felt to be trussed up and helpless while she teased him, and also he was usually far too impatient to tease her for very long before giving in to his lust and just mounting her, but yesterday he'd managed to contain himself. A couple big toys strapped in under the tail of the slender pretty dragoness, a steady slow vibrator on her clit, and her jaws around his cock had suited him quite nicely, though she might have disagreed if he'd let her get a word in past his dick!

As well as Linara could dish out the teasing, she broke from it herself almost instantly. She'd barely been bobbing her head for thirty seconds before she started to writhe and whimper and give him the most adorably needy looks imaginable, her blue eyes wide and pleading even as she'd obediently suckled on him, a steady paw between her horns reminding her not to stop. When he'd told her she'd need to wait for him to be ready again before he could fuck her--and when he made no move to stop the teasing that had her quivering and pulling on her cuffs and moaning into the ball gag that had quieted her once she was done with that marvelous blowjob, the look she'd given him and the needy muffled whine she'd made might have made one think he was stealing her whole hoard, not just making her wait a little longer to cum!

He rumbled again in pleasure at the memory of... well of all of it, really. Taking her maw, taking her pussy, and even how it felt when it was her doing the teasing, her tongue and her paws and her tail... He could feel himself starting to slip out of his slit as he thought of all that pleasure, and he stretched again, tail curling and wings rustling against the stone. What a day yesterday had been, what a day it would be when she got him back for it... The dragon dozed off, purring to himself as he thought of warm maws and needy moans and tight restraints.

A thump and an impact roused Sakar, and he gave a momentary wild flail as he felt paws reaching for his, scales sliding over his own, after a moment a heavy weight on his chest--and then, something warm and wet grinding across his half-hard cock, which made him squirm and hiss and press back against it for more! At last he pried his eyes open to find the tip of a generously sized cockgag nearly pressed against his nose, a shiny black mass at its base, and beyond that the graceful, grinning, light blue snout of a dragoness. "Found you!" she rumbled, shifting a little atop him: her chest pinned his front paws between them, and her haunches had position inside his own, pushing his hind paws apart. "Looked like you were thinking about something fun, too, you naughty dragon... I can give you plenty of fun, just open wide!"

Linara pressed herself against him again, her cleft grinding across his stiffening length even as she nudged the gag towards his jaws. The sensation made him moan, and she took that momentary offering as her chance to wedge the fat phallus right into his snout! "Heyymmm! Llllehhmm, mmmmgh, mmmmf!" he managed to protest as the gag slid between his teeth, more because it seemed like he should protest than because he actually wanted to tell her no. The dragoness hadn't even let him say hi before pouncing him and stuffing the gag into his maw and grinding up and down the underside of his shaft! Deeper and deeper it went, the tapered head and the ridges of the draconic shape sliding over and pressing down his tongue, making him cough a couple of times when hilting it in his jaws nearly sent it down his throat, and as soon as it was seated in place she shook out the shiny black lump to reveal it as a latex hood, which she pulled right over his snout!

She kept rubbing herself against him as she did, and he was definitely not just halfway hard any longer, not with her sex sliding across his length so firmly like that! He got out one loud moan, jaws spreading wide to push it past the cockgag, but then she pulled the hood over his nose and the tight latex forced his jaws down on the big lewd shape, quieting his groans of pleasure from their grinding. Mmmf that felt good! He thrust back up against her and he thought he heard her gasp in some pleasure of her own, he definitely felt the nub of her clit when she humped him the next time, but then the creaking sound of her stretching latex over his eyes and earholes blocked out any other noises. Though he shuddered and moaned again, very muffled, he couldn't have said whether it was from the world suddenly going pitch black or from how amazing it felt to hump like this, and despite how he loved her teasing him he found himself wishing she'd just lift off him long enough to let his erection stand up so she could give him a nice hard ride!

Even though he knew better, knew that she never got him off without at least one edging and denial--and he preferred it that way really, the teasing always made him feel so wonderfully helpless!--just the thought of her straddling him like that made him shudder all over, hind claws curling, it would feel so amazing... But his efforts to more roughly grind against her prompted the dragoness to lift off him a little, keeping the stimulation as steady and even as she could. At last she got the hood buckled at the base of his skull, and he felt a paw patting his snout through the taut rubbery material.

"That ought to keep you busy," she said, and he felt another touch through the hood, maybe her snout nuzzling this time. "Now to take care of these troublesome paws."

Another slow firm grind, as she eased one front paw out from between them, and he couldn't tell if the dampness on his belly was his or hers; he knew she loved teasing him, and there was no way those firm humps didn't feel great to her too! "Mmmm! Mmmhf, mmmmmm!" he panted, tongue pressing against the gag as he moaned his own pleasure to her, so much more focused on that than the sensation of something tight and slightly elastic pulled over his paw, forcing his claws to curl in on themselves and trapping them inside... This was followed by a strap buckled snugly around his limb, pinning his mittened paw to the base of his neck and rendering it immobilized and useless. She repeated the process with his other front paw, and then sat up, her weight just between his hind legs now to grind, grind, grind...

Sakar shuddered. He knew he probably shouldn't let himself get so worked up by this as if he could expect her to just keep going, that there was no way she'd let him cum this quickly, but he just couldn't help it, "mmmmmmmf," it felt so good! Especially without being able to see, already nearly helpless in the bondage gear, just having to feel what she did to him and enjoy it... So he kept on thrusting right back against her, hot flesh sliding against hot wet flesh, moaning into his cockgag as she rumbled and gasped and purred, her paws on his chest to keep him still as she rode him. Every rub was a burst of pleasure through him, cock wedged between her sex and his belly-scales for both of them to hump, and hump, each thrust sending him rapidly closer to what felt like would be a strong release...

Even though he knew it was coming he still squirmed and arched his back and whined in protest when she lifted her rump up off him. He'd been getting so close! "Mmmmh, mmmmm! Mmmmmf... Mmmmmmmf!" he moaned up at her, front legs tugging against the straps that frogtied them, tail unable to unwind itself from her own, his shaft standing up to bob in empty air as he tried to find her to grind against her or even thrust into her this time, that would feel so good... His cock throbbed and twitched, his hind claws curled, his arousal only intensifying from the denial, and a soft giggle from the dragoness made him quiver.

"Oh hush, you naughty dragon. You don't even want to cum," Linara teased, and he felt her fitting cuffs around his ankles: a spreader bar.

"Mmmmm. Mmmmmmmmf!" was his meaningless retort, the dragon blushing underneath the hood. He did too--didn't he? No of course he did! Maybe he liked the thrill of being denied and feeling so powerless, but it wasn't like he didn't want to at all, he just--just didn't want to yet!

Another cuff tightened around his tail, binding it to the center of the spreader bar to keep him from reaching his underbelly with it, and then the slender warm dragoness snuggled in against his side, rumbling, her snout nudging along his neck and all four paws squeezing him against her. "Mhmm. Keep telling yourself that," she said, gave his neck a nibble, and after leaving him to hump the air for just a little longer he felt something new teasing his flesh, slender and flexible enough to curl around the base of his cock, give him a squeeze, then start to gently stroke right underneath his glans.

"Mmmmmmmf!" Linara was an expert at teasing this spot, and he writhed and curled his hind claws tight and started to thrust far more firmly into the encouragement of her touch. He was so sensitive there, even more after being denied, and the pleasure raced through him as she gently stroked the tip of her tail back and forth, the constriction of it around the base only making his cock throb more insistently. More fluid drooled slowly onto his belly, definitely from him this time, and he quivered and moaned in pleasure and suckled saliva off his gag as she teased.

"You were making it awfully tempting to ride you, you know," she purred into his latex-covered earhole, nuzzling behind his jaw and along his chin, even nosing where the thick phallic gag spread his jaws apart. "That felt awfully good, and teasing you gets me heated up too of course..." He moaned back at her, and shuddered, thrusting unsteadily into her tail; she was getting him close again and he could feel his lust intensifying, pent up and ready to burst if she'd just pleasure him a little bit more!

Again she stopped, her tail still squeezing but leaving the rest of him unattended, and the big gag turned his howl into a needy, powerless moan as he struggled and writhed and humped the air. "Mmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmm mmmmmf mmmmmm!" he tried to say, his tongue pressing and sliding along the ridges and glans of his gag as his limbs all twitched and tugged and struggled, but of course there was no way for him to touch himself, to get off, to even properly ask her to let him cum! He'd been so close and the pleasure had been so strong and yet it had led nowhere, no relief and no satisfaction, just that burning, aching need as his hard cock throbbed and twitched against her tail, and the intense helplessness he so loved that he couldn't even get off if she didn't want him to...

For just a moment her tail stroked him again, making him shudder all over, and the coil in her tail even pumped up and down once before she let go of his shaft entirely. Sakar whimpered and he squirmed, arching his back, trying to thrust but of course empty air did nothing to help him. Just a little more, please, please... She spoke again, the gag and hood keeping him so quiet and easy to talk over. "You don't deserve a ride, though, not after yesterday," she said, nipping his neck this time and making him quiver in helplessness. "Not to mention you probably wouldn't even last ten thrusts once I got you worked up enough. I'll just have to use a toy if I want to feel nice and full and enjoy myself, but I'm sure I'll make do."

"Mmmmmhhf!" he whined at her, blind and powerless, his latex-covered cock-filled snout nudging towards her own, his hips still rocking in his futile quest for release.

"And you teased me for more than a little while yourself. You need to be punished for that." It was her forepaw now, stroking oh so slowly up and down his length, barely squeezing at all to make sure that no matter how he tried to thrust she moved with him, only letting him get whatever pleasure she wanted him to. "The trouble is, how to punish you?"

Sakar quivered and flexed his hind claws, the slow motions of her paw sending little sparks of pleasure through him--enough to keep him achingly, desperately horny, but not enough to send him back towards the edge. "Mmmm! Mmm, mmmmm... Mmmmmmf," the dragon whimpered, trembling as her paw idly explored his throbbing, needy shaft. She was barely even stroking him now, just lightly running her digits over every little bump and ridge on his cock, tracing a circle around its base, teasing the very edge of his glans so very gently no matter how he tried to press himself against her, and once sliding delicately over his tip, smearing a little more of his pre over his length. He tried to squirm his forepaws, he needed more than just this light tease, oh he needed to cum! But he was so very helpless in his bonds, only able to lie there groaning in lust as she so slowly and carefully stroked him.

It was several minutes before she spoke again, though he was having more than a little trouble keeping track of time while hooded and needy and teased. "I'd say that edging you a few extra times would make sense, considering how you denied me, but I know you too well." She began to nibble along his neck, and her paw at last started to give him something stronger, its pad grinding a gentle circle around that sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. "I see the looks you give me when I let you cum, and when I untie you... I see how disappointed you are when I get you off. You like when I tease and edge and deny you, you naughty dragon... And how is it punishment to give you what you want?"

He shuddered again, thrusting firmly towards her, panting through his nostrils. He loved when she teased this spot, it always sent such incredible waves of sensation through him and if she'd just lean on it a little harder she could easily get that pent-up orgasm out of him! Her words rolled across his mind, he felt like he should be denying it or protesting somehow, but the intense stimulation was scattering his thoughts; it just felt too good for him to find his voice and try to moan any objections!

Worse, some small part of him already acknowledged that it was true. He loved the helpless thrill of her keeping him right there on the edge and refusing to get him off, how utterly powerless and at her mercy he felt when she so easily made him so desperately want to climax yet refused to send him over the edge! And... yes... the eventual orgasm felt truly incredible, but it also meant an end to their fun, an end to being tightly restrained and teased and given such wonderful and tormenting pleasure. He shuddered all over when her paw rubbed a little harder, groaning his pleasure into the fat cockgag, shaft pulsing with arousal and dribbling a little more pre.

"I don't hear you complaining," she murmured into his ear, but even that tease merely drew a muffled moan of lust and a firm grind towards her. "Of course, just making you cum isn't punishment either, and not teasing you isn't any fun. Perhaps I should just tease you as long as I can, see how many times I can edge you without setting you off and see how many times in a row I'd have to deny you for you to actually want to cum."

Even hearing Linara describe it wasn't enough for him to try to rein himself in. The pleasure was irresistible, he wanted to feel it, not even so deep down anymore he wanted another of those moments of sudden wrenching denial and overwhelming helplessness. "Mmmmh! Mmmmmf. Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmf..." he panted into his gag, his shivers intensifying as her paw kept rubbing, he kept humping it, more and more of that slow stimulation spiraling him slowly but inexorably towards another denied orgasm. He knew it was coming, even with the sensations flooding him and his desire spiking he knew he wouldn't be getting off, he didn't care, he wanted it anyway, his body sending him surging towards release--

And inevitably her paw lifted away, when he'd been right there! Once more he thrashed and he bucked and he howled, straining to break free and straining to cum, his hips twitching desperately back and forth but finding no pleasure, no release, no relief for that intense pent-up ache in his loins. "Mmm mmmmmmmf! Mmmmmf! Mmmm, mmmm mmmmmmmmmmmf!" he cried, the cockgag swallowing any attempts to beg for release, the bonds holding him still and helpless, no way to get himself off as the pleasure of near-release twisted into another layer of needy frustration.

"Mmmmh..." she purred, grinding herself against his side and nuzzling his hooded snout some more. "Oh, you sure do a good job of sounding like you want it, but don't worry Sakar. I know you better than that. I'll make sure you don't cum... Because you don't really want to, right?"

Right, a part of him echoed, but when she gave him another slow stroke he couldn't help but try to plead for orgasm again. "Mmmmmmm! Mmm-mmm, mmmmf mm mmmmmmf!" he said, unable to force a word past his thick maw-filling gag and trying to thrust against her scales. Maybe part of him didn't, but a much more insistent part sure did!

Slowly her paw rubbed, up and down, giving him the occasional firm squeeze and keeping him agonizingly close but never quite getting him there. Oh he was right on the edge, if she'd ever just be a little more firm for a few seconds she'd give him such a massive orgasm! He trembled, he squirmed, he thrust and he moaned at her so needily and pitifully, his desire and helpless lust and pleasure raging. "You sound so conflicted," she said, and stroked, and stroked... "You beg for it even though you don't really want me to give it to you. You should be thanking me, really, that with all this teasing I can help you figure out what you actually want. So tell me..." She pressed herself against him again, tip of her snout nudging against his latex-covered earhole, her paw pumping slowly up and down. "Do you want to cum?"

His head bobbed up and down without hesitation. How could he possibly say no when he was this close, how could he turn away from what his body was so very eager for? "Mmmm! Mmm-mmm! Mmmmmmmf!" he gasped, humping more rapidly, please please please don't...

Linara stopped touching him; of course she did, he'd known and even hoped she would, but still the denial set him struggling and arching and thrusting uselessly into the air, moaning as loudly as he could with that big draconic phallus crammed between his jaws for her to let him cum--which was not very loudly at all. Fuck he wanted to cum, he needed to cum, he was so powerless and so desperate and so achingly pent up, all his limbs twitching as he fought for relief and failed to find it, trapped, unable to touch himself, even when he tried to reach towards his cock with his snout she was able to so easily push his shoulders back down against the ground!

"You're so much fun," she rumbled in pleasure, her hips grinding against his flanks some more as she snuggled him, leaving his throbbing, drooling dragonhood alone for the moment. "I really ought to just tie you up every time instead of giving you a turn... or just not ever untie you. See if I could ever get you to beg not to cum... I bet I could."

Sakar could only whimper in response, his sides heaving from the immense and futile effort of his thrashes, sending another wave of utter helplessness and need and frustration crashing over him. He had to cum, his cock ached so powerfully, he was so sensitive and so close and quivered in every muscle with his lust... "Mmmmmf. Mmmm... Mmmmm, mmmmf mmmm mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmf!" he tried to say, meaningless with the gag in the way, and he suckled some of the drool off the big humiliating shape as he wriggled against her. Every touch made him twitch; was it the blindness making all his scales and flesh so sensitive, or the repeated denial, or both? But she only purred, nuzzled him, snuggled and humped his haunch and gave her own low moans of enjoyment as she toyed with her helpless dragon.

The several minutes she gave him to cool off a little did nothing to ease his throbbing erection, or silence his needy moans, or stop his trembling, but inevitably the brief rest ended and she started once again with her most skilled weapon of all: her broad, long, wet warm tongue. She sat up and stopped cuddling him so close, then with a teasing purr she began to lick, the sudden firm wet touch like a shock that set him quivering all over. He gasped, he arched towards her, and she obligingly held him down as she lapped across his flesh. Back and forth along the bottom of his cock she went, then one side, then the other, then a long, slow, gentle brush across the nearly too-sensitive head of his shaft that made him twitch and gasp and curl his hind claws in need. "So eager... You don't even try to hide how you want me to keep denying you." Another lick, and he moaned and writhed and dripped more pre. "Why else would you ask so insistently for me to tease you when you know I won't give you an orgasm?"

"Mmmm! Mmm, mmmmf-- Mmmmmmmmmmmf!" She didn't give him a chance to try to form whatever objections his cockgag would swallow up anyway; she drew her tongue across his length, for a moment he felt her hot breath on his flesh, and then she took him into her maw and sucked, tongue slipping firmly along him as she did. The sensation was incredible, indescribable, he was so intensely sensitive from all the denial and how dearly he needed to cum that she nearly set him off then and there with the sudden firm pleasure. His cock pulsed in her jaws and he groaned, pressing his belly against her nose when he thrust and tensing, twitching, come on come on--

Linara stopped as quickly as she'd started. "Do you want to cum?" she asked him again.

This time he hesitated, a thought breaking through his lust-addled mind even as he furiously humped empty air. Did she--she wanted him to say no? To admit, or decide, that he didn't want to cum? Part of him didn't, he was sure by now--she had to be right about how much fun this was to give him such pleasure and leave him achingly short--but the rest of him was so desperate and so adamant that he had to cum right then that it was so hard to turn away! He gasped, he shuddered and he squirmed and he struggled, "mmmf mmmmmmm, mmmm-mmmmf!" he finally said, and his head shook slowly, tentatively. No, he didn't want to cum, was that what she wanted to hear...

He heard her giggling; he could imagine the devious smirk on her muzzle, even if he couldn't see it. "I'm not sure I believe you yet... That didn't sound very convincing." She moaned too, and then gave him another, far gentler suckle, that made him twitch and thrust and howl but didn't come so close to making him climax. Then it was back to just her tongue brushing across his cock, lapping and stimulating and even curling around a couple of times to squeeze, once at the base, once right across that most sensitive spot behind its head! Slowly, carefully, relentlessly she teased him, the sensations making him tremble in desire, lust burning higher than perhaps ever before from the constant heavy tease, never letting him stray far from the edge of that orgasm she'd repeatedly denied him. The pleasure had turned to torment yet he longed for it anyway, feeling so good and so achingly terrible that it was never enough to make him cum, cock throbbing, his breaths ragged and his thrusting stiff and tense and increasingly exhausted. His limbs ached from straining uselessly against his bonds, his jaws felt sore from clamping down so tightly on the fat phallic gag, and oh his loins ached and burned in pent-up need.

He felt more helpless than ever, lying there squirming and struggling and for the first time truly wondering if he'd actually get to cum today--and he blushed when he realized how much he might like if the answer was no, if she made him feel so overwhelmingly and utterly powerless in her grasp, despite how his body longed for the orgasm she was expertly keeping him so close to. She was so good with her tongue, every touch was another flare of pleasure he couldn't possibly resist, and he could feel that long-denied release building once again, a slow rising wave of intense sensation that she stirred a little higher with every lick, strengthening the needy rolls of his hips, making his dragonhood throb, all his body wound up tight and ready, so very ready for her to just make him climax... If he really wanted to... He moaned, deep and full of helpless lust, and of course with him so unbearably close she stopped once more.

"Do you want to cum?"

He didn't hesitate this time, even with another horrible denial washing over him. "Mmmm-mmmmf! Mm-mmmmmmf!" he shook his head back and forth, he didn't, he wanted to feel so helpless like this, he wanted to tell her what she wanted to hear, he wanted, he needed...

"Good dragon," she purred, pleased. She resumed her slow licking, even more gentle than before, and he thrashed and he moaned and he struggled--it wasn't enough, not when she was so delicate! His back arched, his muscles straining as he struggled, he couldn't take it, he needed it--needed to be powerless, needed her to deny him again and again and turn him on even more strongly than before--! "Hmmm... are you sure?" she stopped to ask him, seemingly noticing just how desperately he struggled and moaned through his gag.

He nodded instantly. "Mmmmmmmmf! Mmm-mmmmf!"

"Perfect." She laid back down and snuggled back in against his side. Her tail found his cock again, coiling around its base to squeeze but not teasing, just holding him as he shuddered and writhed and whimpered in denial that he--he wanted, that he had craved and even in the end asked for despite the torment and the needy burning ache of it and how horribly his cock throbbed from how badly pent up he was. "I knew that was what you really wanted..."

He moaned back at her, mournful and plaintive and so very helpless. He still shuddered, still thrust his throbbing cock against her tail, all the intense edging and denial and the continuing gentle grip of her tail making him so horribly slow to draw back from the edge. "Mmmmmmf... Mmmmmmf, mmmmmm, mmmmmmmf... mmmmmmmmmf!"

"I was thinking of buying you a chastity belt for you to wear whenever I'm not teasing you. That way you could always be under my control, even when you're not tied up and I'm not keeping an eye on you, and I could see to it that you never cum again... Just like you want, right?"

Sakar trembled all over at the fantasy, and his cock betrayed him, drooling a little more pre when the thought of so much edging and endless, permanent denial drew another firm and needy thrust from him. He'd always be helpless, always be hers, always be pent up and needy and never able to get that satisfaction his body craved... He could see it so easily in his mind, feel the denial with such thrilling intensity, and he struggled and shuddered and moaned at her through the big gag and tight hood, at last nodding his assent, which prompted her to purr and nuzzle him and begin to slowly tease him with the tip of her tail once again. Oh yes, he thought with a needy moan as the tormenting sensations resumed; he wanted it, to be under her control and strictly denied for as long as she wanted--as long as he wanted--even if that meant being denied orgasm forever...