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Telincus had been expecting to hear the tramp of boots coming up the hill to his lair for more than a week by the time they finally arrived.

Considering how scandalized the local Earl and his hunting party had seemed when they came across him on their hunt, it surprised the dragon that they'd waited so long this time. The group had been so large and well dressed on their hunt, he had thought that surely the encounter must have deeply mortified the man in front of important visitors and that he would come storming up to his cave the very next day to demand some sort of recompense. Yet here they were at last, ten full days later, and not a small party either: when he poked his long blue-and-green snout out of his cave he saw the Earl, the vicar, attendants for both, and a full 25 men of the militia besides, in their dark red coats with muskets slung over their shoulders. He must have really done it this time, he thought to himself, and he retreated from the cave entrance to give the party room to enter when they arrived, settling onto his haunches to receive the visitors.

The soldiers came first. His snout tilted to one side, curious to find some of them smelling nervous; these were men who had seen him plenty before, around the town, and a few he even knew by name. Was something different this time? Did they expect trouble from him? He drew his wings and tail in, trying to look reassuringly nonthreatening despite his far greater size. "Hello there," he said, bobbing his head up and down in a friendly way.

A tall red-haired one smiled back at him, but said nothing--this was the Earl's show, and aside from the unlikely martial threat of their muskets the men were only here to help the Earl seem more important and in control of whatever transpired, not to make pleasantries. But to his slight surprise once the men were all assembled it was the vicar who began, rather than the Earl ranting about whatever duke or baron he'd been embarrassed in front of this time.

"My good young dragon," said the old man, "it troubles me that we are seeing each other here again. I have warned you before of the dangers of your behavior, the pitfalls of surrendering to desires of the flesh, of lust and of sin. I had hoped that you had taken my sermons to you on the matter to heart."

Telincus could not think of an appropriate response, so he only tilted his head, inviting the old man to continue. He thought little of whatever human morality so scorned feeling pleasure, and of course that all their talk of heaven and hell was nonsense when every dragon knew that a deceased dragon, appropriately burned, would reside among the stars so long as his descendants remembered him. But he also knew the humans held their beliefs quite deeply, and attempting to argue that they really ought not to concern themselves with his behavior would only prolong their visit.

"But indeed, once again you have conducted your perversions in full view of godly men, and I am troubled that so promising a young dragon might be engaging in spiteful conduct merely because a more moral habit might not please him."

The dragon winced, and pawed for a moment at the stone beneath him, recalling the dreadful embarrassment he had felt when so many riders had burst through the hedge to find him sprawled there in the throes of pleasure with his paw between his hind legs, the distraction preventing him from realizing until too late that there loomed an approaching interruption. "I had never meant to be discovered; I did not know there was a hunt planned. I do apologize for any distress I may have caused."

"That you do not mean to be seen engaging in such Onanism is a comfort; that you do not seem to intend to stop is not. One who so readily submits to the temptations of the flesh may also be so easily enticed by outward temptations, of greed and of wrath and other mortal sins. To surrender to your base instincts of lust will invite surrender to your instincts of greed, of jealousy, other low behaviors that would render you a danger to yourself and to others, for you are a strong young dragon, Telincus, and we have no fortress here to protect us from you, nor cannons to present even a more violent defense."

It was nothing that Telincus had not heard before, though if he was honest with himself, even if the talk of sin was a bit much he could understand the psychology behind the man's speech, that if he would masturbate when he desired he might think more easily of doing other things he desired as well. But that line of reasoning also left out any outward pressure on his urges, and on that day last week it was not as if he had merely been struck by longing to feel pleasure; no, it had been Tarella's fault. Again. Her and her teasing flanks, her shall I, shan't I act when surely if she meant to deny him a mounting she could have just said so to begin with, and that time she had let him think that she might lift her tail for him for nearly an hour, even gone so far as to fondle him a few times before turning him away--how was he supposed to resist masturbating after being wound up so? Such a frustrating dragoness she was...

But such beauty, as well!

"I assure you, I have never had any desire to steal from any of you, or knock down your buildings," he said gently, when the vicar paused in his lecture long enough for him to get a word in. "Truthfully, I do not crave to pleasure myself so, either, but-- If my romantic advances are rejected, I must divert myself somewhere..."

"And such sins are the easiest to fall prey to," he said, shaking his head, though he chuckled at the dragon's excuse. "There are other, more wholesome places to channel your energies, Telincus, without inviting such temptation into your heart. If we men can find them, I would pray dragons may, as well. In fact, today I believe we may be able to bring you some help in that regard."

Telincus blinked in confusion, and the Earl stepped forward. "You may not be aware," he said in his high, cold aristocratic tones, "that the King was among the hunting party who saw you at your perversions, along with many noble men and advisers of his court. My guest the King was greatly scandalized by your immoral--disgusting!--behavior, and his having been exposed to it. I was mortified he might have off my head in his anger! But to my relief he only brooded on the incident for the rest of his visit, and returned South saying that he would find a way for your behavior to be corrected."

He winced again. If the King had seen him--and what an awful impression to make to royalty!--then surely he must have carried the tale to the Dragon of London, ostensibly the ruler of all dragons in Britain--even if, in the draconic fashion, his touch was a light one. The thought of having put the kind, wise old dragon in such a position made him squirm once more in embarrassment, and he tried to keep his tail still to conceal his discomfort.

Regardless of whether the human noticed, a vicious sort of glee seemed to creep over him all the same as he drew a letter from his sleeve and unfurled it to display the signatures and seals upon the paper. "The King requested satisfaction from the Dragon of London, which the Dragon granted. The Dragon has decreed that in order to correct your immoral behavior and to spare you from temptation and sin, you are to practice a life of chastity until such time that you take a mate."

Telincus restrained himself from snorting, but he barely had time to think to himself, and how would they intend to enforce such an order? before two of the Earl's attendants came forward bearing a large case, which they set down between the Earl and the vicar and opened for all to see.

He wasn't sure what he was looking at, at first; a cage of gleaming steel in a cylindrical shape, open on one end, and a half-loop that seemed to fit against the opening, and a heavy padlock and key that held the assembly together. But after a moment realization dawned, and he flinched, retreating a couple of steps from the chastity cage with a cry of protest. "What-- But that-- That's not necessary!" He had heard of chastity belts, those tortuous devices that human doctors prescribed to others in the silly belief that masturbation brought health concerns in addition to moral ones, but he'd never imagined one would even think to build a similar device for a dragon!

"Quite plainly it is, otherwise we would not be here with the decree to see it done."

He bit down a whine--he couldn't disobey an order like that from London, not without getting into real trouble, but he had to find a way out of this--he couldn't imagine living here wearing that, sure to bump into Tarella regularly, and the dragoness liked teasing him enough already without the added torment of him not even being able to display his arousal when she did! For a moment, he had thought that all he would have to do was find somewhere especially secluded and assured of privacy when he needed relief... But there wouldn't be much point taking care to be more discreet if his dragonhood was locked in a cage! "This is an overreaction--it's not my fault!"

"Oh, is it? Then who is to blame for your behavior?"

The big dragon froze. If he got Tarella in trouble too, forget being locked up--he wouldn't even need that cage anymore, after she was done with him, if she found out who pointed their claw at her. He lowered his snout and sighed. It was submit and wear it, or knock them all down and flee the country to try to find new territory in some unfamiliar land, and he could not imagine abandoning his lifelong home; he would have to bear it, and find a way to get it off as soon as he could. "Very well; I will accept the decree. Until I take a mate, you said?"

"That is correct." The vicar bent down and turned the large key, popping the padlock open, then removed the key and tucked it into a pocket of his robes. "When you have found a dragon to be your mate, you may bring your intended to the church and present her to me. As she will in surrendering her body to you free you from any need for further sinful behavior, we will gladly free you from chastity to consummate your marr-- your mating," he finished stumbling a little over the words he surely spoke far more frequently to humans, and again Telincus checked himself from snorting. He couldn't think of a single dragoness who would want to hear a mounting from a dragon termed 'surrendering her body' to her partner, whether for one coupling or a lifetime of them! But that was humans for you, he supposed... and, as he thought about it, he started to get an idea.

When the humans all merely watched him expectantly rather than pick up that cage themselves, he sighed once more and reached for it himself. Removing the opened padlock, he took the two halves of the chastity cage and examined them briefly, wary of any sharp edges, or places that might pinch--thankfully he saw none--and made sure he understood how they fit together before sitting up to carefully slide the cage over his sheath. He could feel his snout flushing hot, and several of the humans he saw were pointedly not looking at him--besides the Earl, who was observing with a delighted malevolence that made him want to growl, and the vicar, who watched him with a blank expression. He grunted softly as he slid the cage into place: it was a snug fit, pressing in gently on his sheath from all sides even now, when he was most definitely not aroused in the slightest! Then carefully he added the other piece, the loop settling close around the base of his sack as he pulled the two halves together.

"It's tight," he grunted, his hind claws digging into the ground. "M-maybe, too tight," he tried as one final delaying tactic.

But, "if anything should begin to tingle or feel numb, you may inform us at once and we will send for one to be crafted in a larger size," was the vicar's firm response, and with a low groan he took up the padlock and secured the two halves, trapping his sheath in the little cage.

"There," he said low, the humiliation and displeasure nearly making him snarl at them. "I am chaste. Are you happy now?"

"Extremely," said the Earl, smirking with satisfaction.

The vicar was more respectful, as the kind old man could be relied to be, and he said more carefully, "it is always pleasing to see someone willing to improve themselves, move past old sins, and elevate their morals. I am sure you will find before long that it does not trouble you to wear, and I will look forward to you devoting your life to a dragoness, or perhaps to chastity if you wish to remain a bachelor." He bowed, not seeming to notice how his little speech made the dragon writhe. Getting used to wearing this thing--or devoting his life to it and never being freed from this tight cage--he could hardly imagine!

Seeing the militia growing uncomfortable in the atmosphere and not wanting to distress them--or give them cause to reach for their guns--he took a deep breath and hid his irritation behind formality. "I must request some privacy to grow accustomed to this."

"Of course. We are done here, so we shall leave you to it." The Earl signaled with his hand, and one and all the humans turned and retreated out of his cave and back down the hill towards town, taking his key with them.

He doubled over as soon as he was sure they were gone. He probed the cage with his claws, carefully prodding at his sheath where it bulged just a little between the bars, trying to tug the chastity device in different directions, this way and that to see if there was any chance to slip free--to slip the tip of it over the end of his sheath, to somehow get his balls through the loop that held the cage in place, but true to his complaint the cage was tight indeed and would barely budge in any direction save by moving his flesh with it. There was not an inch of free space to be gained, and getting enough leverage to break it was impossible with those steel bars secured around something so dear and sensitive: if he wanted freedom, he would need the key.

But Telincus thought he might already have an idea. He had by luck happened to mention during the vicar's lecture his repeated incidents of being stumbled upon while pawing off being caused by romantic denials; all he needed to do now was convince the object of his affections to accept them long enough to make the humans think they would be mates, and give him the key to his freedom. And it wasn't like Tarella had ever denied him for any disapproving or malicious intent; she had accepted his advances nearly as frequently as she had denied them, but she always denied him first in that teasing way of hers. She had said as much that she delighted in seeing him writhing and pent up and eager for her attention, and he couldn't deny enjoying it himself: getting all worked up, achingly hard and longing to bury himself between her flanks, but receiving only gentle caresses from her paws, the tip of her tail, her tongue, or having to wait until that evening or even the next day, so that when at last she granted him permission it felt so satisfying to mount her...

If anything, he feared that upon seeing him sealed away like this she would drive him mad with teasing before she agreed to aid him.

At once his sheath began to ache fiercely as his body responded to those lovely thoughts, and he looked down to see himself bulging much more prominently against the confines of the chastity cage! The very tip of his shaft peeked out, trapped by the rounded front of the cage, but the tiny hint of pink flesh had no more room to escape its new prison than the green scales of his sheath did. He groaned and rolled his hips, giving the cage a few more futile tugs with the tips of his claws, but there was no way to relieve the pressure or the feeling of restriction from that metal strictly pressing against his sheath from all sides. His claws curled and he grit his teeth and he made a few short, futile thrusting motions, grinding the steel against his paw, but the attempts only made his balls sway, the chastity cage allowed no pleasure through and his touch did nothing to relieve the pent up frustrated feeling radiating from his groin! He groaned again in discomfort as his trapped cock gently throbbed, and after a few more useless attempts to adjust the cage to find a little more room to grow he gave up and took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the feeling of straining to escape chastity and think through what he would need to do.

She wasn't the only option, of course, but she was by far the dragoness he knew best. Donius he thought of longingly: the dragon was his closest friend and would surely help him in a heartbeat if only he could, but of course there were few 'sins' humans seemed to rank more highly than homosexuality and if he tried to claim that the other male was his mate, he was more likely to get them both arrested and shot than he was to get his key back. Although if he was trapped in this cage for any length of time, the big flame-red dragon might be able to offer him another form of assistance...

"Nnngh." His chastity cage wasn't feeling any looser--and that he'd always simply taken matters into his own paws to relieve the frustration of Tarella teasing him and sending him away meant he wasn't used to having to just will an erection gone without getting himself off first! He rubbed his paw between his legs more from habit than anything else and shivered when he felt steel there instead of a hard shaft.

Gods. If it was going to feel like this every time he even thought about something arousing, how could he even last a week trapped in chastity?

He had to get Tarella and he had to get out of this thing. Trying to ignore the needy throbs between his hinds, Telincus shook out his wings and stomped outside, barely bothering to test the wind before he flung himself up into the air.

The yellow-and-white dragoness's territory abutted his own, thankfully, so he didn't have far to go to find her favorite spots to sun herself, to read a book or meet with humans, whatever it was that she did when she wasn't busy getting him as horny as she possibly could. The exertion of flight seemed to have calmed him down a little, at least, and he sniffed the air for her, scanning the ground below as he tracked those always-immaculate scales of hers. Where could she be... and just how would she react, he had to wonder with a shy glance beneath his belly, when she saw him in chastity? Oh, he hoped she would take pity on him and not be so eager to tease for once! Just the thought of her fondling his caged dragonhood made his sheath jump and strain for freedom once again, and he hunched forward a little, trying to force himself to focus on his flight rather than how earnestly he ached.

At last he found the dragoness near the entrance of her own cave--and alone, thankfully. He called out a greeting and her snout perked up at once, the expressive crest atop her head and neck standing up when she turned to spy him coming in for a landing.

It was a slightly clumsy one, wary of jostling the cage too badly, but in the end it was so snug that it hardly made a difference. He dipped his snout to her respectfully, but before he could even say hello he saw to his dismay that her snout was trying to peek around his forequarters to get a look at him: it wasn't like he had any clothing to hide his chastity, like a human would, so of course she would have caught a glimpse of his belly while he descended!

"What is that you are wearing, Telincus?" she purred, skipping past pleasantries entirely, and without waiting for an answer circled to get a better look, his snout flushing hot in embarrassment; knowing he'd have to show it to her at some point didn't soften how it felt to be seen locked up like this--nor how it felt to watch a sly smile creep across her snout as she evidently very much liked what she saw! "It is a lovely piece... Did you put it on for me?"

"It was not my choice at all!" he said, punctuating his objection with a yelp when she extended her snout to give the cage and his trapped sheath a gentle nuzzle! Again his cock twitched within, already longing for a proper touch, and he tried to shift his hindquarters out of reach. "I got seen again last week after that morning you spent nuzzling me so much before turning me down, and one of the humans who did was the King himself! So he complained to London, and London ordered me locked up in this thing."

To his dismay she only giggled, still eyeing his dragonhood even if for now she kept her snout to herself, and her tail was starting to twitch upward as well... "Well I shall not protest, my dear; you are simply adorable in chastity. I hope you have come to me so we can enjoy it together and not only to complain."

Huffing in indignation at being so described in this state, he started to insist that he had in fact come to complain--and to seek her help in ways other than what she clearly had in mind!--before her tail interrupted, having stealthily coiled around to teasingly brush beneath his balls. At once the cage became achingly cramped once more, and his hips jerked, his claws dug into the ground, jaws clamping to try to cope with the trapped, needy feeling of not being able to escape his sheath. "Nnnnhhg-- I have not! I need your help to get it off!"

Telincus had not meant to just blurt it out like that, but nothing made his errand seem more urgent than the feeling of his dragonhood pulsing and restrained by that tight metal cage! Her tilted her snout curiously at him. "Oh? And how is that? I presume that someone has your key; am I to take it from them?"

He quickly shook his snout before she could get the wrong idea. "No! They have locked me up not for a fixed period of time, but until I can find a mate. Someone who will stop me from needing to go and find relief by myself," he added, slitting his eyes at her. He knew that the pent-up frustration he was feeling from the chastity device was making him short with her, but some part of him insisted that she deserved it, having wound him into such desperate states and causing him to be witnessed at all! "So I need a dragoness like you to tell them you are my mate so that they will take the chastity cage off."

"Oh. So you have come to ask me for a favor." Her eyes lit up at once, and now he really knew he was in trouble. When she advanced again he tried to retreat, but she had boxed him in against a stand of trees and he couldn't stop her from fondling him with her paw, gently rolling his balls and stroking back and forth along the shape of the cage. Naturally the sensation felt far more intense than his own paw had, and he shuddered, arching his neck and raking his claws through the earth and thrusting firmly into her touch... only for it to vanish a moment later, and he opened his eyes to find her grinning toothily at him. "Yes, Telincus dear, I am willing to help you earn your freedom. But I am going to want something in return."

She began to stroke again, the tips of her claws brushing delicately across his sheath where it swelled between the bars in vain attempt to reveal his shaft. The sensation of her claws and of the cage made him groan, closing his eyes and rocking his hips, thrust, grind, the aching frustration of his cock throbbing against the bars of its prison far outweighing any pleasurable sensation and yet still his body longed for more... They might have just stood there, her fondling him and him humping her paw for half a minute before he realized that she would probably be content to tease him this way for as long as he would let her, so he managed to suck in a breath, force down another moan, and ask, "what, nnnngh-- What would you have me do?"

The dragoness purred and caressed his sack for another long moment. "Keep wearing the cage. Give me the key, once we get it from the humans." When he whined at her she only continued, "wear the cage whenever I ask, and let me tease you as much as I desire."

"But-- But Tarella..." He dipped his head and moaned and humped hard, once, twice, he needed out and he needed out fast... "Aaahhnnnn, I, I cannot endure much more of this! It is so frustrating, I need-- I need relief..."

She purred again in pleasure, and when he looked back at her he saw her own tail lifted to display her own high arousal--and when he at last managed to tear his gaze from that he saw her snout between his hinds, followed by the intense stimulation of her licking the tip of his trapped and aching length that made him writhe and hiss in sensitivity. Her tail draped across his neck, and she tilted her snout to meet his desperate eyes with her own half-lidded gaze. "Mmmmm. It seems to me that you would not find chastity so very tight, if you were not enjoying it so much... After all, my dear, I know how you love when I tease you; when I make you wait; when I get you so very, very hard and then turn you away. I think I could make you love wearing your chastity cage, as well, if only you give yourself a chance to grow accustomed."

His poor, aching cock only throbbed harder than ever as he fantasized desperately about how good just getting a proper erection would feel in this moment. "I do not want to grow accustomed!" he snapped back, hearing how petulant he sounded but too worked up to put forth a better argument. "I just want to get it off!"

"Oh? Well then perhaps you will need to ask another dragoness for aid, rather than me. I know you have never pursued a dragoness aside from me, my dear, but perhaps if you are especially skilled in courtship, you might hope for someone to agree to help you in a year, and for no more than a quarter of your accounts in return for your freedom."

She nuzzled him again, and he moaned; he ached so horribly, that with every passing moment he only longed more and more desperately to get free and get off, no matter what he might have to do in return! "Tarella, please," he gasped, directing his most pleading look towards her even while his hips rolled back and forth.

But the dragoness only said, "those are my terms. Being willing to unlock you at all is for your sake after all, my dear; I am sure I would never grow tired of enjoying your company with you you locked away in chastity, and if I ever were to need a free dragon's cock I am sure Donius would be willing to oblige me--and oblige you, too." She grinned at the fantasy, her own broad muscular hips and tail swaying. "You'd have to let me watch, though; I am jealous to think the two of you have spent time together! I am sure you two make a wonderful couple, and to add your chastity to that equation..."

The thought of the other dragon mounting him while he was thus imprisoned made him shudder and blush hot, his sheath throbbing hard once more. At least that pleasure may not be restricted by his chastity, but...! "Fine!" he burst out at last. "I will do it. I will wear it for you if you wish." His whole body quivered, and he panted, his sides heaving as he tried to master that intense, needy ache between his hind legs. "Just help me get the key..."

"There there, my dear." She had turned to lean her shoulder on his, now, and nuzzled soothingly at his neck and snout. "There's no need to think I am asking for something so dire. I know that you like me teasing you and denying you satisfaction when you are not sealed into chastity; I think if you give it a chance, and view it just like what we have done before as a long, teasing prelude to a most satisfying release, then you can enjoy this too."

His sheath ached in protest, his whole being seemed to cry out for relief; but he had known Tarella for much of his life, and he trusted her not to truly mean him harm, and truly she was right. He did like how she led him on, he enjoyed her teasing, he loved her manner and her confidence and her beauty. "For you-- I will try," he panted, and at once she rewarded him by letting her tail caress between his hind legs once more.

"I won't let you regret it, my dear dragon," she purred, nuzzling him as gently and lovingly as if she were not at that very moment forcing his dragonhood to strain in such desperate futility for its freedom. She leaned her body more and more closely in against his own--until she wormed her shoulder beneath his, tossed him onto his back and then pounced atop him, a broad grin gracing the angles of her snout once more! Then the whole world seemed to lose its shape, for a moment, when her hindquarters pressed to his own, and he found her belly, her cleft rub firmly along his sheath, even through the cage distinctly feeling that intimate and familiar shape of her! He moaned and arched his back to thrust impotently back against her, and she moaned as well from how the chastity cage could stroke across her entrance, spread her, pleasure her yet never quite penetrate; how the motions stirred memories of the many times she had ridden him, all the ecstasy and bliss they had shared, and his cock throbbed hard in yearning to feel such again! But no, no, he tried to tell himself somehow, he could not feel that just now, he needed to wait for a short while before they could share that again, and now was just to get him all wound up and prepared...

He shuddered, from snout to tail, his sheath desperately pulsing and flooding him with a longing more intense than perhaps he had ever felt before. Though his body shuddered and his cock ached so fiercely from straining for escape it felt almost numb, he tried to force himself not to embrace the desperation but the arousal of it, the excitement of grinding with her, of being teased by this lovely and loving dragoness, of sharing such intimacy with her and damn the frustration if it was the price of the rest! She had sat up too high to embrace her but still he buried his snout in her neck, nuzzling, his claws all curling tight as he closed his eyes to groan from the pleasure and intense need coursing through him, fueled by her presence and her scent and her touch, those low pleased moans she made from his trapped thrusts, the way her own claws dug into his chest!

"A-aahh--! Mmmmh, my dear, this..." She gritted her teeth and nuzzled him, nibbled along the bridge of his snout, breaths hissing through her fangs. "It is good, but the steel, I fear it might be a bit too hard on me to keep this up!"

His sheath continued to pulse against the cage; he could only moan in response, beyond the point of protesting that as much as she might wish to complain, surely it was nothing compared to how very strict and immovable it felt restraining his shaft! "This was-- your idea, nnnnh," he managed.

She chuckled at that, and licked his nose. "Then we will have to try something else." Twisting around, she planted her hind paws on either side of his shoulders, her tail flagging up and away to show him that puffy, prominent sex he'd just been humping in vain. She waggled her rump back and forth, and then nuzzled his sheath, nosing and licking across it and the cage both. The suggestion was clear, and after taking a moment to groan and shudder he lifted his snout to reciprocate. He nuzzled at that hot, wet cleft, his tongue extended to lap along one side, then the other, then pressing only a little ways into her--no more than his caged sheath had, but it was still enough for her to gasp and shiver against him, a plain request for more.

Telincus moaned, and gave her just what she wanted, and all the while his cock throbbed enviously; it was all well to say to himself that this was just like how she would tease him otherwise, and he was trying as best he could to believe so, but any of her previous games had never felt so intense as this! She was returning the favor, nuzzling his sheath, nosing and licking across his balls, but the subtle stimulation only deepened that desperate longing, was barely even noticeable past that trapped and pent-up ache in his loins; her attentions only reinforced just how strictly the chastity cage trapped him, that no matter how he pleased her he would be forced to wait, and ache, and long so desperately for his own release! Yet somehow as he licked, as he pleasured her, listened to her moans of pleasure, felt her body's reactions to his touch and felt her own nuzzles, licks, even a suckle on the tip of the cage, somehow despite how his sheath throbbed against the cramped little chastity device, he found himself slipping into a state of enjoyment: a state where her pleasure seemed like his own, where he could despite the intense denial enjoy that powerful ache in his sheath, and where no matter how he longed for release it was not just bearable it was good for it would make that climax when at last it did arrive all the stronger.

The war in him between lust and denial was nearly overwhelming by the time he brought Tarella to her orgasm. His whole body shuddered from the tension, just as hers did, yet he only groaned in arousal and frustration as she gasped in ecstasy, her claws digging furrows into the ground on either side of him as she clung on for balance to ride out her peak; her dew wet his nose, her depths clenched and trembled around his tongue, and as she came his sheath pulsed in envy, only a droplet of pent-up fluid drooling from his tip as his own release remained for now a distant wish. When it was over she slumped, rolled off of him, and after a moment of fruitless humping at the air he twisted about as well to snuggle up to her side. "Oh, oh my dear, my Telincus," she murmured to him, nuzzling at his snout, the top of his head, her quivering body leaning close against his own. "That was marvelous my dear..." She purred, licked his cheek, then said, "I only hope you were able to bear it, but I truly think that was more than I have enjoyed anything in a long time..."

Telincus moaned, and it was impossible to keep from rolling his hips, rubbing his sheath across the grass. "It was, difficult," he conceded, a wild understatement of how desperately he craved an orgasm just now, but that was something she had left him feeling before, even if the experience of throbbing so powerfully against the chastity cage was not. "But I could bear it. For you, for knowing relief will come, I could bear it."

"Oh, I am so glad you think so," she said, and clung to him still more tightly; then hopefully she added, "and I hope it demonstrates that my request to keep you in your cage may be a reward for us both, rather than something entirely selfish."

The thought of having to endure more episodes so intense in their torment as that made the dragon shudder and made his sheath ache eagerly, but after such an experience, he hoped, he might no longer look upon the tease with more dread than thrill.

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Tarella insisted they wait a week, before approaching the vicar to retrieve his key. "It will seem more convenient than anything, if you come back the very next day claiming to have taken mate, at the moment you have first required one!" she had argued. "If they are to suspect nothing, then we must delay. Perhaps we can be seen flying apart, or pursuing each other, or together over the town, as evidence you are striving to court me, to further convince them."

Though as the time went by--much of which they spent together--he wondered if once this was over they would be mates in truth, and not just as a ruse to get him out of the cage! Again she teased him, and again, and with each day the discomfort and inconvenience of being trapped in chastity seemed a little less: until being fondled in passing and the pent-up ache that followed seemed more excitement than frustration, as his complaining grew less frequent, as it felt almost normal to feel those steel bars wrapped tightly around his dragonhood. But even if it was grown easier to bear, he maintained his resolve only by thinking that his increasing deep need for relief would come soon, come sooner, until at last the day was upon him and it was time to present themselves to the vicar.

The human of course insisted on summoning the Earl, to bear witness, and made small talk with the two of them all the while. In this Telincus was glad of Tarella's caution, as he could speak easily of how he had courted her and learned from her over both the past week and all the years they had known each other before, and all that time she nuzzled, and purred, and twined her tail around his own in plain affection that neither of them would have called pretend. Upon his arrival the Earl seemed doubtful, but the vicar assured him that he believed their love to be genuine, and after all, the two of them had known each other for such a long time.

"Hm," the man snorted. "Well, so long as their happiness ensures there are no further incidents to tarnish my reputation, nor that of my estate," he said, and with that the vicar withdrew a hand into his robes and then at last held out that key, that desperately needed key which could at last free him from his cage--

And Tarella, not Telincus, was the one to take it from him, though he had half extended his paw before recalling the bargain they had struck. His freedom was no longer up to the humans: it was up to her, and so it would remain for as long as she saw fit.

She tucked it into the coin-purse around the base of her neck, and giving the men a little bow she turned away, to lead her new mate back home to grant him relief.

"You are in my debt," she crowed, as soon as they were in the air. "Deeply in my debt."

There was no response he could make other than to tilt his head, flying along beside her; if not for Tarella, who could know when he might have ever seen that key again.

"Now, as for paying it back," she went on, and a worrisome glint appeared once more in her eyes as she looked him over. "I think we can agree that you may begin to make up to me by agreeing that I will be keeping you in chastity for a while longer. A month, perhaps, before I might grant you a little relief."

He spluttered, and nearly missed a beat of his wings--he had been imagining today's relief for the whole week, anticipating the glory of the orgasm that was so achingly pent up in his loins, it had helped to sustain him and now she wanted to make him wait that much longer? "What-- Tarella no-- You must--"

"You must wear your chastity cage whenever I ask, my dear, as we agreed when you came to me for help. And I think that I should keep my new mate locked away a while longer; after all," she said with a mischievous smirk, "I must ensure his good behavior was not merely a ruse that will evaporate the instant I set him free."

His cock was throbbing again, traitorously, at the thought of how very much teasing, denial, and desperate aching need were assured to fill that suggested month, and how he had already grown accustomed enough to the torment for the thought of it to thrill him. So he only shivered in anticipation when she continued, "and I think, dearest, that you and I shall both enjoy it very much."