Dragonsbane
Dragons don't like wizards.
For a start, they're pretty much the only of the pesky humans who actually pose much of a threat to a dragon. But when there's a wizard around, the people fear dragons less, don't give them the respect they deserve, aren't so willing to send tribute... Their knights grow more bold, throwing themselves into a dragon's lair in attempt to slay him--which isn't any more successful than usual, granted, but it gets tiring when one must fight three or four of them a week. The thieves grow more ambitious as well, sneaking in to try and steal the gold and other treasure the dragon has accumulated. And of course any princesses held for ransom will not shut up about how they will tell the wizard about this evil kidnapping, and how the dragon will pay, be defeated and captured and have its wealth taken and possibly even be slain!
On the other wing, wizards also tend to have beautiful magical gems that just beg to be taken and added to one's hoard, if the dragon believes he can defeat the wizard. And what dragon wouldn't think that? They are just humans, after all, and why should a puny human get to have such beautiful treasure instead of the local dragon? Plus, showing a captive princess the pretty gemstones and telling the story of how one defeated the wizard and claimed the gems for his hoard is a good way to get the princess to shut up about how a wizard will come and defeat him.
So when a wizard moved onto Sarrom's territory, he knew he'd have to confront it. (And take whatever treasure it had.)
He first heard about the wizard from a princess, naturally. Living as short a flight from his lair as she did, this was a princess he'd ransomed three or four times now, so he'd been expecting her to be fairly quiet and resigned to waiting the couple of days it would take for her kingdom to send payment and escort for her return. But instead...
"You have no idea how much trouble you're in, you evil beast."
Sarrom yawned, eyeing her where she sat on the thick-cushioned couch next to his hoard--might as well keep a kidnapped princess in comfort; they tend to complain less that way. "Trouble?" he rumbled in amusement. "Which of your silly knights do you think is going to come and fail to rescue you this time?"
"Not from my knights," she pouted. "None of them will come after what you did to the last one... But once I'm free, I'm going to tell Danielle about this, and she won't let your reign of terror continue!"
"Is that so? Who is this... 'Danielle,' and how do you think some little human female could succeed where so many knights have failed?" He stretched before her, to emphasize his muscular blue-scaled frame, and just how large he was compared to her: she could walk beneath his chest without having to duck, though she wasn't very tall for a human.
"Danielle is a powerful witch! She has built herself a tower north of my home, and just last week she healed Sir Gregory of those awful burns you left on his... backside," she blushed just a tiny bit, then continued. "When she learns of your latest crimes, she will surely come and defeat you so we can give you the punishment you deserve!"
"And what is it that I deserve, little human?" he lowered his head to look her in the eye, chuckling, his tailtip flicking back and forth. "Don't you enjoy coming to visit? With all my wealth, I have made my lair very luxurious, even for guests such as you."
He had to give her some credit for her insistence; she didn't back down from his intimidating gaze--of course, she also knew by now that he wouldn't hurt her. "You will be brought to justice! You will be defeated and captured and brought back to my castle, left bound in the courtyard... and whipped," she added after a moment's thought, "so all my subjects can see how you have been humbled. All your treasures will be taken, to replenish the wealth you've stolen from my kingdom and my people. And only once I think you have learned your lesson, beast, will you be allowed to leave."
The talk of stealing all of his vast hoard made him glance involuntarily at the heaps of gold and silver and the rest of his shining, beautiful wealth, but it only lasted for a moment, and when she finished her speech with a little smack to his nose he couldn't help but be overcome by booming laughter, nearly doubling up at how unlikely, how absurd, how hilarious it was that she could think her threat of a witch scared him, that this witch could pose so much of a danger to him... that her little slap had bothered him even the slightest bit! "Ha! Ha, ha ha ha, oh, you... hahaha, you silly little human..."
"Go ahead, laugh," she rearranged her skirts and sat back down. "You won't think it's so funny when she defeats you. You'll see... you'll be sorry."
It took Sarrom a few more moments to recover from his fit of mirth. "Let me show you something." He prowled over to one of the taller piles of his hoard, shifted a cloth-of-gold cape aside from a certain spot near the top, and drew out a table-cut ruby that glowed faintly from within. He walked awkwardly back to her on three paws, and lowered the gem for her to examine. Large as it was, she needed both hands to hold it, and she turned it around and over and back and she looked at it.
"This is..."
"Beautiful, isn't it? I took it from a wizard I met in the West, after I defeated him." He let that sink in, the continued, "I will defeat this Danielle like I defeated him, and take whatever treasures she has as well."
"We'll see," the princess said, though she sounded much less confident than before. After watching her a few more moments, he took back his precious gemstone and returned it to its hiding place, then yawned and curled up around her couch--so she couldn't sneak away without climbing over him--for a nap, one eye turned towards the cave entrance, just in case.
The ransom was delivered without a hitch, and a couple of days later Sarrom had his cave to himself again. The princess swore on her departure that the witch would come and defeat him, but he just laughed again before sending her away, watching her and her procession hurry away down the mountain and out onto the plains, towards her home. He got a little more rest, able to sleep more easily without a captive to keep an eye on, then woke up refreshed--and with a job to do:
He needed to track down that witch.
And while he was confident he would win, he did take her threat a little more seriously than he'd let the princess know. Dragons were much more resistant to magic than other creatures, and he had some experience fighting against magic before, but he would still have to be careful, and cautious--if she was old (for a human), if she'd fought dragons before, if she'd defeated dragons before, then she would pose quite a threat indeed.
He needed to get some information: any rumors about her past, about how powerful she actually was, her tower's precise location, its size, its defenses, her allegiances... As much information as he could get.
Rumors would be the easiest to hear. Leaving his cave, he spread his wings and flew up high, gliding in the general direction of that princess' castle and scanning the roads far below for any traveling merchants. They'd see his wings in the sky if they watched, and if they saw him they'd get under cover, so he had to look closely, and it took a little while for him to find a likely merchant: a caravan of four covered wagons, traveling in the proper direction to be coming from the kingdom the princess was from.
Roaring to announce his approach, Sarrom folded his wings and dove, pulling up at the last moment and landing in the merchants' path with a blast of wind. There were archers even a couple spearmen there to protect the goods on the road, but they were clearly only expecting to encounter human dangers and threw down their weapons at the sight of a dragon.
The merchant himself was, quite naturally, terrified, and after demanding to see the human he eventually had to lift one of the carts--heavy, which was promising!--and drag the human out. "Give me all the coin you have," he growled, tail lashing, teeth bared, looking as threatening as a dragon could... which is quite threatening indeed!
After a little more threatening, and assurance that he wouldn't be hurt so long as he complied, the merchant eventually turned over three separate purses of coins, all nearly full. He sniffed them and could smell gold, silver and brass--but he could smell more than was just in front of him. "I said all your coin," he snarled.
Somewhat grudgingly, the merchant finally pulled a fourth, smaller, strongly gold-smelling purse from a hidden pocket in his coat. "There! That is all I have, and I shall not be able to feed myself or pay my compatriots until all of my wares have been sold!"
"So it is," he eyed the man critically. "Now tell me, little human... Have you heard of a witch named Danielle?"
"D-d-d..." Surprise made the merchant stutter. "Danielle Dragonsbane?"
Sarrom muttered a low curse in dragonspeak--she was called dragonsbane? Just what had she done to gain a title like that? "Yes, her. What do you know of her?"
"Only what they say in the taverns and market squares... That she is a very powerful witch, that she has defeated many dragons, and... There are stories, that she has kept them captive and tortured them, that she has... somehow extracted some inner strength from them to make her magic more powerful!"
He swore quietly again; it sounded like she was dangerous after all, and that even if he left her alone she would come after him before too long. This might be more difficult than he'd thought... "What about other humans? Has any kingdom hired her, or does she... hunt, of her own accord? Has anyone lent resources to her?"
"I... They say she is kind to people, and will heal the sick and injured for small payment. But the stories all say that when it comes to your kind she works alone. A kingdom might pass word of a dragon to her, but she does not take payment for... dealing with them..."
The more he heard, the worse it sounded. "And has word been passed to her of me?"
"I-- I don't know--"
"Has it!?" he roared at the little human.
He sank to the ground and covered his ears for a moment, wavering at the strength of that roar. "I don't know! I swear, I don't know!"
Sarrom lashed his tail, glaring, then selected the least gold-smelling of the four purses and pushed it back towards the merchant. "I will allow you to keep this, if you.. if all of you," he glanced at the other humans, "tell no-one that I have asked about this witch. And believe me, I will know if you tell, and I will hunt you down."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you for your mercy!" The merchant took the offered purse and held it tight to his chest in both hands. "We will tell none of this, I swear it!"
"You had better not, if you value your life." He roared again at all the humans, then snatched the little purses and leapt back into the sky, turning in the direction of his cave. The coin wouldn't add too much to his hoard, but the theft was more about knowledge than gold, and he'd gained some valuable information. He was going to have to take this Danielle Dragonsbane quite seriously after all...
And he had no choice but to confront her. He had little doubt that pesky princess would tell her about him very soon, if she hadn't already, and he would prefer to strike first than to wait to be attacked by whatever powerful magics she was capable of, to fight when he wanted to instead of waiting for her to be ready. Of course, that would mean fighting her at this tower of hers, and she was sure to have some sort of defense against dragons there, so either way was dangerous, but it had to be done.
Plus, if she was really so strong, she was sure to have lots of pretty gems to steal...
Sarrom returned to his cave to empty the purses he'd claimed, look over the contents, then add them to the 'coins' section of his hoard--not much of an addition compared to what he'd already amassed, but as always, the more the better! From there he went to hunt, eating his fill from the cattle herd of some lonely farmer. The human was both unusually brave and unusually pragmatic: though he didn't attempt to fight the dragon, he repeatedly demanded that he be paid for the 'acquisition' of a prime head of beef, and when ignored at first he promised that the theft of his property would be reported. He chuckled at that, as he ate; the local Lords could fill two or three books with reports of his misdeeds if all of them had been 'reported,' and if the farmer actually took the trouble to tell his Lord about this, the only response he would likely get would be that they are already very much aware of the dragon, thanks, and he should be thankful he escaped the encounter with his life.
Afterward he flew a circuit around his territory, making sure to pass over all of the nearby villages and keeps and the nearest city, just to remind all the humans that the lands belonged to a dragon, not to them, and that he might appear and take what he wanted--what he believed was his--at any time. He paused, indecisive, when he neared the castle of that princess--should he investigate this witch's tower, from afar, just to get a look at the place? Confident that his wings could keep him out of the witch's range no matter her power, he turned North from there and watched the horizon for the 'tower.'
As it turned out, it was a tower, and an impressive one at that. At first he thought it was just that it was on a rise, and the fading light had hidden it from him, but as he approached he saw: the circular structure had to be twice as tall as he was long, solid stone but with wide windows, a curious archway to an open atrium halfway up, and a wide, flat roof at the top with magical designs carved into the rock. Something seemed to glow at him from a pedestal at the roof's center, but he growled to himself and resisted the urge to investigate--if the stories of this Danielle were true, then he did not doubt that there were a multitude of traps, magical and otherwise, rigged to snare him if he dared attempt to land, attack, or steal anything. And he knew how to resist magic as well as any dragon, but again, if she was as powerful as the stories claimed... It wasn't a risk he would take.
He flew a wide circle around the tower, to get the lay of the land in the area and of the building itself: flat, open ground, uncultivated and unpopulated for a mile or so in every direction, but with a well-defined path leading to the ground-level front door of the tower. He couldn't see into the windows well in this light, and at this distance, but he caught the scents of human, of perfume, of... dragoness? He paused and tilted his head, confused, but the smell was gone again after a moment--perhaps it was just his mind playing tricks on him. There was also a cool whiff of sapphire, and he had to fight the urge to trace it to its source and find and take whatever gemstones were in that tower; he was only here to investigate, and soon he would confront the witch, then once that was done he could have her treasures. They weren't going to disappear overnight... they might even increase a little, the longer he waited.
One curiosity satisfied, the other very much piqued, he sighed and returned to his lair. He needed a good night of sleep... and after a long day, with dreams of beautiful magical gems waiting for him, he got a very good night's sleep indeed.
It was late morning by the time he flew to the tower again; wanting to be at full strength, he'd eaten again a little past dawn, then napped for a couple hours while digesting. So he returned to the witch's keep feeling strong and clear-headed, ready to take whatever magic she might throw at him, defeat her, and claim all her treasure... Seeing her home jutting up into the sky made him beat his wings a little faster, at a quick but not headlong pace, and once he was over that open field near the front door he slowed, began to circle, and took a deep breath to roar--
Sarrom paused. Again, there was that smell of dragoness! This time it was much stronger, though, and there was an edge to it that he hadn't smelled before... that he hadn't smelled in some time. There was a dragoness close by, aroused and in heat and looking for a suitor!
It took some effort to drag his mind away from what that would mean he might be doing soon, even as the scent affected his body... He growled and tried to focus. Why would the witch's tower smell of a dragoness? Did she have a dragoness captive? Was she... secretly a dragoness? Was it a trick? It has to be, he thought with a growl, though his body very much wanted him to track that scent to its source--and to mount her and take her with his steadily growing dragonhood! Circling the tower, he tried to look inside but couldn't see any humans present, or much treasure, and certainly no dragoness. It's a trick, some part of him thought, to distract you and lure you close...
Only the thought of what might happen to his hoard if the witch defeated him was enough, and even then his body wasn't to be dissuaded easily: the pheromones had him fully hard, his shaft jutting proudly from his belly and making flying feel rather awkward! Part of him said he should return to his cave, deal with the situation, and try again later, but maybe, maybe the smell would always be in the air here and it would be best to try anyway-- Throwing his head back, he roared at the tower as he circled it again, a little lower in the air now, announcing his presence and his size and strength and volume to the human inside and demanding her attention.
"Witch!" he roared. "Come out and face me!"
There was no response from the tower. He circled again, then a third time, a fourth, watching but not seeing any movement, any signs of a human coming forth, or trying to hide, or beginning to cast spells... Drifting still lower, he was close enough now to see that the glow from the tower's roof--still visible during the day, though more faint--was coming from a massive gemstone of a striking blue-violet color he didn't think he'd ever seen before.
And he had to have it.
Lust for shinies and lust for dragoness were overwhelming his mind; it was all he could do to keep from throwing himself down to the tower's roof and snatching the precious stone for himself. He shuddered in the air in indecision, and roared again, this time with an edge of frustration as his nose wanted the gem, his loins wanted a dragoness, and his mind was wary of the witch's power... But again, his roar was unanswered. There was no way she could have gone unnoticed if she was here, not with all the windows open, not with him watching so closely! Unable to resist any longer, he folded his wings and dropped--then at the last possible moment flung himself to the side, dousing the roof in flame and narrowly avoiding a nasty collision with the building.
He pulled out of his dive--somewhat clumsily, as the air rushing past his hard cock felt quite strange and... good--and flapped hard to regain altitude, watching the tower: again, no response, the flame had not seemed to activate any magical defenses, and his fire did what it would do to any stone building: it did not catch, flaring and hissing for a few seconds before dying out, leaving the stone scorched but undamaged... and the gemstone and the area immediately around it seemed to be entirely unharmed.
That was it; he was certain now, she couldn't possibly be at home, the roof was unprotected, and that beautiful gem was his! Letting out a happy cry, he landed on the roof to claim his treasure--
Sarrom only had time to yelp in surprise; the instant he touched down, the air around him flashed, and then his entire body went numb. He tried to gather himself but his muscles refused to respond, and he toppled onto his side, head stretched towards the gem--but it was beyond his reach. He groaned weakly, but that was all he could do, unable to stand or spread his wings or lift his head or even something do something so simple as curling his claws.
"You naughty dragon," said a voice, and then a human female appeared from thin air before him, one hand resting on the jewel. "You were going to steal from me!"
He let out another soft groan, glaring at the witch but still completely unable to move.
"And from what I've heard, you've done many more mean things than that... Stealing from every human you can find, attacking towns, kidnapping princesses for ransom, killing and embarrassing knights... Such a naughty dragon you are!"
A little huff was all he could respond with; it was true, not that he was ashamed of it at all, but he didn't plan on ever being brought to justice for doing what a dragon does best!
"So it's up to me to punish you," she said. "And oh, I will punish you, you naughty boy..." She waved a hand, and a large bridle appeared in her hands--no! His eyes went wide, and he growled a little in anger, but there was nothing he could do to stop her from binding it tight to his snout, slipping the bit behind his teeth and buckling the straps across his jaws to keep his maw shut around it. Clipping on a set of reins, she pulled gently on them to turn his head and make him watch as she bound him further: thick sturdy leather mitts were pulled over his forepaws, making him ball up his claws and sealing them away, and then his forelegs were hobbled close by a pair of shackles. His hind paws received the same treatment, a pair of mitts and a pair of cuffs, while he could only groan muffledly and watch as she bound him, then linked both sets of hobbles to twin anchors set into the stone.
"Oh my... someone's a very big boy," she giggled, and his face flushed hot when he realized she was referring to his prominent erection. Giggling again, she stepped closer and stroked it with one of her soft little human hands, just once, making him moan quietly at the sensation, and he would have shivered if he wasn't still completely paralyzed. "Now to bind this too..." She summoned a silver circlet, then took it and slid it down his shaft, making him groan again at the feeling of the tight band going down to the base of his cock. Once it was in place the witch whispered a word, and he grunted as the ring constricted even tighter around his length, a single rune appearing on the metal's surface, glowing the same blue-purplish color as the gem that had lured him into her trap.
He growled muffledly and tried to struggle, but still he couldn't budge an inch while frozen by her spell... and his desire to get up and break free was met by an equally powerful urge to find something to hump against, the tight squeeze of the ring making his cock throb with desire. "Mmmnh..." he panted, unable to do anything but lie there, helpless before her.
"Almost done!" She summoned one last restraint, this a set of straps that she used to pin his wings to his back, then she returned to the gem, touched it, and an instant later his limbs began to tingle as she lifted her spell.
Not that it did him any good! He grunted and squirmed and struggled, but no matter how hard he fought the gear would not yield. "Rrrrghf! Lmmt Gmmmf!" he snarled through the bridle, then shivered and thrust at air when a little wave of arousal washed over him. "Mmmhf!" he groaned, struggling to his feet, but with the hobbles tied down he couldn't reach his aching shaft with his trapped paws.
"Shhh..." she said, still holding his reins, and after a moment she tugged hard on them--harder than any human should have been able to--to yank his head forward, then knotted them around an anchor set right at the base of the gem's pedestal. He grunted and twisted, but couldn't pull his head back or snap the reins or open his mouth the slightest bit, and growled at her... then groaned and rocked his hips again, forepaws straining against their shackles as he tried to reach back towards his belly, but he barely had room to lift them, let alone touch himself.
"That's enough resisting, you bad dragon... All the restraints are magically reinforced, and you cannot escape; you can only be set free."
"Rrrrrg!" he snarled again, panting from the effort put into his struggles and from his arousal, the scent of dragoness still strong on the air. But he could tell by now it was futile, and though he calmed himself a little he continued to growl and tug at his bonds in frustration, tail lashing behind him--wait, could he touch himself with that? ...or use it to escape? he thought belatedly, groaning and humping the air a little and only wondering for a moment how he could want pleasure more than freedom.
"That's a little better," she chuckled. "My name is Danielle, and as the witch who managed to capture such a big naughty dragon, it falls to me to punish you for all of your misdeeds as well. Don't you growl at me like that," she said over his muffled protests, "you know you've been bad! So I'm going to teach you a lesson I don't think you'll soon forget."
"Grrrrrf..." he glared, tail flicking towards his belly, but he stopped himself... even if that scent had made him so horny, he wasn't going to start pleasuring himself while bound and helpless--and especially not while his captor watched! But he couldn't help but keep rocking his hips back and forth, the tip of his shaft bobbing gently up and down as his body wanted to find something to thrust against.
Danielle giggled, his efforts not escaping her notice. "That cockring I put on you is enchanted: as long as I hold the Denial spell on it, you will be constantly aroused, fully erect... but unable to reach orgasm no matter how hard you try. And as tight as it is, you'll find it quite impossible to take off unless I loosen it for you! So if you want any relief anytime soon, I suggest you listen."
"Rrrgh! N-nn!" he protested at first, straining to lift his paws, tugging against the reins, but again the restraints refused to yield to his efforts. He clamped down on the bit between his jaws in frustration, and then he couldn't help but thrust a little more, unable to suppress a low moan of disappointment that the constant tight squeeze of the ring was the only sensation he could feel. "Nnnnh..."
The witch just smirked at him. "I will give you two choices. One: keeping you bound just as you are now, I deliver you to the kingdom whose princess you ransomed earlier this week and let them punish you however they wish short of killing you, for as long as they wish... and I don't remove the cockring until after they return you to me."
Sarrom's eyes went wide, and he thrashed in his bonds, straining and panting and humping... "Nnn! Nnn-nn! Nnnhf!" he howled, imagining all the humans coming to laugh at him while bound and exposed and so horribly aroused, being beaten, being imprisoned while the humans stole all his hoard away for themselves... and going hours, days, weeks bound and hard like this but unable to climax! He shuddered at the thought, and hoped the second option wouldn't be so horrible, cock throbbing as he humped the empty air beneath his belly.
"Two... you play a little game for me."
He blinked. That was it? ...what kind of game? What would she make him do? How would it punish him, how long would it take, would he be set free at the end? "Mmhf..."
She turned back towards her glowing jewel, eyed it critically for a few moments, then tapped it in a few places--and suddenly there were six of them! His eyes went huge at the sight of all the shiny pretty treasure, gazing at how they glowed, and reflected the light, and the color of them... "Here is my game: I will use my magic to hide five of these gems in the surrounding countryside, and you will go find them for me. Every time you find one, you will touch it with one of your restraints to return the gem to me--and the gear you touched the gem with will be removed. Hmm..." she paused. "One will remove your bridle, one will remove the four mittens, one will remove one set of shackles, one will remove the other, and the last..." she glanced back at his needy dragonhood.
The way she gazed at his hard cock made him blush and squirm, still thrusting at air, not sure how much longer he'd be able to keep his tail off himself. Damn it, he didn't want to be forced into this, he just wanted to orgasm and to break free and to get away from her! Growling, he tested his bonds yet again, but he was just as helpless now as he'd been since the moment he landed on her tower and fallen into her trap... and just as horny, too. "Rrrllmf!" he complained through the bridle, but even if she somehow understood him she didn't listen.
"A couple of rules. First... you can have the gear removed in any order you like except that the cockring can only come off last, and because of how I enchanted it, you'll have to carry that final gem back to me and let me take it off by hand. Oh... and I suggest you find them all by nightfall, because I go to sleep at dusk and if it takes you that long I'm not going to wake up to take the ring off for you until morning."
"Mmmmrf," he moaned again, twisting and rocking his hips and shivering for a moment in lust, claws clenching uselessly within the mitts. "Lmtmf grrmf!" he growled, not wanting to be stuck like this for however long this embarrassing scavenger hunt might take, not wanting to have to go to whatever mean places she might put the jewels...
"Now now, naughty dragon... You need to be punished for your crimes, and I have given you your choices. You can't avoid it... Choose one or the other to earn your eventual freedom: will you have me turn you over to the kingdom to the South for them to treat you as they see fit, or will you play my game?"
Sarrom growled and thrashed one last time, trying his hardest to escape... but it was useless; he was trapped, and the only way out was to do as she said, as much as he hated it. "Gmmmf," he moaned, finally relenting and stroking at his trapped shaft with his tailtip, humping against it and groaning as finally he could enjoy a little stimulation.
The witch giggled. "I thought so! First, to hide the five gems for you..." She took them one at a time and held them up, closed her eyes, then banished them to parts unknown, until there was just the one bit of treasure remaining. "There! Just to give you an idea, they're all hidden within, say... fifteen miles of here. Now as a demonstration, I'll use this to get those restraints off your wings... I'm not so mean that I'd force you to hobble all the way to wherever the first gem might be." Danielle walked out of his line of sight, and he listened to her steps as she went back to his chest, still rubbing his tail at his shaft and moaning softly in pleasure...
He heard her giggling, and she said, "tease yourself as much as you want, naughty dragon... just remember that you won't be able to orgasm until I remove the cockring for you."
"Mmmhf!" he moaned and blushed hotly again in embarrassment, for her to be watching him touch himself while bound and helpless and so very horny, but in his state he couldn't convince himself to stop, either. After a few more moments, though, he felt the gem touch his chest and one of the straps that wrapped around it and his wings, felt the warmth of magic going to work... Then the tight bonds pinioning his wings released themselves, and he saw the gem she'd used reappear in the sconce in front of his snout--smaller than the original gem, since the other five parts of it were now hidden.
And he'd have to go find them all. While tied up and aroused and unable to do anything about it! He moaned and shivered a little in lust, not looking forward to this search at all...
She returned to the pedestal, put a hand on it, and turned to face him. "Well, naughty dragon? Are you ready to begin?"
"Nnnng..." he moaned muffledly, twisting and thrusting and curling his tail around his cock and squeezing it, and groaned and shivered at the feeling. "Mmhmm..."
"Good." She waved her hand, the reins disconnected from his bridle, and his hobbles were released from their anchors. "Have fun!"
The only thing that kept his forepaws from going right to his shaft was that his tail was already there, but still he groaned and hunched over and thrust into his tail for a few seconds before he managed to regain control of himself... And even when he did he had to remember not to just get away from Danielle's tower as fast as possible! Shivering a little as he continued to stroke and constrict his tail, he stumbled forward and took in a deep breath, fixing the scent of that magical jewel in his mind so he could sniff out the rest of them. Once that was done he moaned muffledly at his captor, then turned, spread his wings... and forced himself to straighten out his tail, moaning more loudly when that meant he had to stop pleasuring himself and blushing yet again when he heard Danielle giggling at him. Humping awkwardly, he finally managed to take off, wings flapping a little unevenly as he had to struggle to pay attention to something other than his lust.
He only made it a mile and a half or so, not even following a scent, just flying in whatever direction he happened to be pointed in, before he descended and landed clumsily in a forest clearing, panting and squirming... Unable to take it any longer, he lifted both his balled-up forepaws to his shaft and began to paw himself, groaning and shivering and humping hard into the stimulation. "Mmmhf..." The mitts and shackles made things awkward, but he managed to get a good rhythm going, rubbing the smooth leather up and down his cock, squeezing them together and thrusting, his hind claws curled tight and his shaft aching at how pent-up he already felt!
"Nnnnh... Rrrh... Rrrrrrh..." he moaned through the bridle, stroking and humping faster, pressing the leather harder against his flesh as he worked himself up. Beginning to feel a climax coming, he shuddered and hunched over a little more and redoubled his efforts, closing his eyes tight and panting hard and thinking of nothing but the sensations racing through him... Oh, that witch had been lying, maybe that magic ring was making him very horny but nnnngh, it sure wasn't going to stop what felt like would be a massive orgasm! Gritting his teeth, thrusting and pawing and shuddering, he grunted from the effort as he brought himself up to the edge, barely able to keep his balance in his bonds at how hard his hips rocked back and forth, twitching and gasping for air as he worked so hard to get to that peak he could feel himself teetering on the edge on, that he wanted--needed--so badly...
But he couldn't get there!
Howling in frustration, he tried to curl his tail around to help and finally couldn't keep his paws beneath him any longer, sprawling onto his side but not letting that interrupt his efforts, still rubbing, still thrusting, now stroking at the underside of his shaft with his tail as well, then curling it around his dragonhood and squeezing and sliding from tip to the ring at the base and back, in time with his paws--and it wasn't enough! "Nnnnhf!" he howled as his body demanded that he hump and rub and squeeze and do whatever it took to get the orgasm he was so close to, but no matter how hard he tried he just couldn't get there! "Nnnn! Nnnngh! Rrrrrrrg!" he bellowed muffledly, lacking the willpower to give up his attempts but knowing deep down that the witch was right after all, that the ring would keep him from the climax he so badly wanted until he did as she'd told him.
Moaning in defeat, he shuddered and twisted and continued to stimulate himself, but he couldn't keep up this pace for long, his joints were starting to ache and he felt exhausted from his efforts... Forcing his eyes back open, he gazed in longing at his shaft and at that awful ring, the rune inscribed on it glowing brightly as the magic within it continued to control his loins. "Mmmhf..." No, no, no, he was so close, he was sure, he needed it so badly... how could he possibly stop giving himself the pleasure that was so nearly getting him the release he wanted? He shuddered again, then with a howl of despair he forced all his limbs away from his cock, shivering and whimpering and humping shakily at the air as his body immediately demanded that the powerful sensations get to work again, but even though his shaft and belly felt so horribly backed-up and sore and needy he forced himself to keep his paws and tail away... to shakily get back to his feet and spread his wings... Maybe he couldn't stop his hips from rocking, but if he wanted to get that orgasm, he was going to need to find those gems.
Sarrom raised his bridled snout and sniffed the air. Since the magical stones had been teleported instead of moving more normally, they wouldn't leave a trail to follow, but he'd be able to pick up the scent if he got close... Maybe there was a whiff of something, and he craned up higher, but didn't pick it up again. Groaning and shivering a little in need, his poor trapped dragonhood throbbing, he beat back up into the sky, gaining altitude and flying in a wide circle as he tried to track the scent. At first he thought it might just be from the tower, but no, this was coming from farther West! Heart leaping at the initial success, he spun around and flew in that direction, still moaning in desire and thrusting into the light tease of the air rushing over his cock but able to mostly keep his attention on the search...
For a horrible moment he thought the trail might have gone dead, but when he doubled quickly back he realized he must have passed over its source, and after another couple of minutes he located the soft bluish glow at the base of a lone, massive, ancient Oak tree. He let out a muffled happy cry and landed nearby--nearly falling over in his rush, as he forgot just how tightly he was hobbled and barely managed not to trip on his shackles. Groaning in irritation, he stumbled over to the gem and looked at it... He knew Danielle had said the cockring could only go last, he knew by now she was probably right, but he still had to try! His tail swung around and knocked the glowing gem away from the tree, then he moaned and hunched down and humped the stone, pressing forward along its hard surface until he felt it touch the tight metal ring.
Nothing happened.
"Nnnnhf!" he moaned in complaint, thrusting again, feeling it touch again and, for a second time, not feeling the ring disappear or even loosen the slightest bit. Whimpering, he forced himself to stop trying and sat back, reaching with his forepaws to pick up the stone and touch it to his bridle--wait--! But it was too late, and the instant the mitten touched its surface they both glowed brightly, flashed, and were gone, leaving him still shacked and bridled and denied but able to use all his claws again. He growled at himself for his lack of concentration, wanting the bridle off so he wouldn't have to be gagged, so he could make the proper heavy panting breaths he needed after how he'd exerted himself so much, so he wouldn't feel so helpless...
But his claws! Even shackled, he could use them again, and maybe they could help him escape! He of course tried the cockring first, wedging his claw-tips against it and pulling hard, trying to slide it off, but it was simply too tight; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get a good grip, he couldn't get it to budge an inch, and he whimpered again as another moment of hope was crushed. But could he remove his bridle? Moaning and thrusting a bit harder at the empty air, he felt for the buckles securing it over his snout, but they were meant to be worked by human hands and his paws were too large and clumsy... He'd have to find another gem to get the gag off--and to be one step closer to orgasm, and freedom.
"Nnnngh," he wanted that orgasm so badly...
Sarrom was sorely tempted to take a forepaw to his bobbing, aching shaft, but he only stroked himself once, knowing it would just make things worse if he took himself to the edge again. But even without any more stimulation than the tight squeeze of the cockring he was still horribly aroused and unable to stop humping in his desire... He let out a low whine of frustration, then forced himself back to the air, sniffing again for the next bit of treasure to track down.
It took him nearly a quarter of an hour to find a trail, and a half-hour more of slow, labored, awkward flight to find the gem. But he groaned as he got close: he could see a town up ahead, and the scent was strong now... Was Danielle going to make him go into the human village to get the treasure, letting all of them see that he'd been captured and bound and forcibly aroused? He beat his wings and flew higher, to make sure they at least wouldn't get a close look at the restraints while he searched for the magical sapphire. And when he saw it, he blushed again: the blue gemstone sat on the roof of a low building right in the center of the town square, which was teeming with humans as they stood around, socializing and selling their wares to each other. They would all see him, they would all see that he was bound, they would all see that he was very horny; and he had no choice, it was either collect the gem or remain tied up and aroused and denied release! Growling muffledly and grinding his teeth on the bit locked between them, his face flushing so hot he was sure his snout had turned a bit purple, he resigned himself to the humiliation and descended towards them.
At first there were screams, and some of them fled for shelter; he was known and feared on his territory, after all. But as he grew closer, some of them slowed, and stopped, and even pointed as they saw the shackles on his paws and the bridle around his snout--and his hard cock! He groaned, clenched his claws, then changed his plan, going from a spiraling descent to a much faster dive, aiming to scoop the jewel up without even landing and get the bridle off once he was out of their sight again! Eyes narrowed, he adjusted his fall a bit... shivered and thrust against the air rushing over his exposed flesh... then adjusted again, and finally flared his wings, reached out with his forepaws and plucked his target from the rooftop. He growled and clenched his claws tight against his prize when he heard a few humans shriek, some shout as they stared at him, and still more of them laugh, but he ignored them, flapping away as quickly as he'd come, reaching forward to touch his bridle with the... the glowing gem, no, it had touched his shackles!
He growled muffledly, but in a moment the cuffs on his forepaws, and the gem, had disappeared into thin air. "Rrrgh," he wanted the bridle off, he was tired of having his jaws locked together, of that metal bit resting on his tongue, between his gums... But there was nothing he could do about it except find the next jewel and be more careful with it. Moaning and rocking his hips nearly enough to disrupt his flight as another twinge of need raced through his hindquarters, he slowly regained his lost altitude and began the hunt for the remaining treasure--reaching back with one of his freed forepaws as he did to stroke a little at the tip of his shaft, unable to help himself in his condition.
It took him nearly an hour to find the next one, lying amongst the boulders of a long-ago rockslide. He had to roll a few of them out of the way to reach it--good thing his forepaws were free!--but once he did, he didn't even pick it up, just leaned his head down and nudged it with his tightly bound snout, not taking any chances. He sighed with relief and stretched his jaws when finally the bridle disappeared... then moaned loudly and twisted and began to paw himself, shuddering and thrusting into the stimulation; he just couldn't take it anymore, he was so horny, he needed to cum, now!
His paws got him back to the edge almost immediately, and again the unfamiliar character inscribed on the ring began to glow as its magic kept him in denial once again, holding him back no matter how much he stroked or squeezed or bellowed in need. It took a full minute to regain control of himself, and he howled his frustration to the sky, thrusting roughly even after he stopped... But it did no good, his cock aching from how long he'd been so aroused but unable to climax. "No..." he moaned to no-one in particular, shivering all over, and waited a few more moments to calm back down before setting off in search of the fourth jewel, glancing at the sun as he did: early afternoon. He still had a lot of time.
It took him just a half-hour to locate the next sapphire, hidden among the stalks of a cornfield, but it seemed like pure torture to him, giving himself little strokes with a paw as he flew, feeling the wind slip around his throbbing length to tease him further... He couldn't help but give the cockring another couple of tugs, but it was pointless; he could only get his release by tracking down the remaining treasures. Arriving at the field and growling as the tall plants hid his quarry from him, he drew his head back to breathe fire but hesitated before razing the crops, worried that might get him a little more punishment from Danielle--but decided that stomping through the field and crushing them as he searched for the gem would ruin the crop anyway and went ahead with his flame, burning the corn to the ground to reveal the jewel he sought. He removed the shackles from his hind paws, finally got to shift them more comfortably apart... and couldn't resist getting in a couple more firm strokes of his dragonhood before he flew off again.
Now for the last gem... His nose led him South, and worry rushed through him when he saw the castle of that princess looming in the distance. No, I can't go near there, he thought, even if I'm not bound anymore I'm still horny and I still have this terrible ring on! The scent grew stronger as he grew closer, and he flew up high like he did at the village, scanning the ground... then breathing a sigh of relief when the trail continued on South of the keep. He was able to still his wings and glide, conserving a bit of energy after how much he'd used up struggling and flying and thrusting and trying to get himself off, but sighed with relief when he saw a glow coming from a clearing up ahead. Groaning at the thought that this torment was finally over, he descended and landed in the clearing and looked for the stone--
It was in the arms of the princess.
"Hello, dragon," she said.
He let out a little cry of surprise, quickly positioning himself to hide his hard, bound shaft from her. After glancing around to make sure she was alone, he growled at her and demanded, "give me that gem."
"No. Uh-uh..." she shook her head when he lifted a paw, "if you harm me, or take it by force, I'll tell Danielle, and she won't, eh... release you," she said, then broke into a fit of giggling. "Teehee, oh, hee, you poor thing! You must be so desperate... I told you Danielle would punish you!"
He growled, blushing and turning the blue scales on his snout quite purple when he couldn't stop humping at air while the little human mocked him. "Just give me the gem!"
"No," she shook her head again. "Not yet..." She paused, giggled again when she glanced at his rocking hips, then composed herself. "First, you must apologize for all the times you've kidnapped me. Second, you must promise that you will stop killing and stealing and kidnapping and be a good, law-abiding dragon from now on. And third... you must ask me nicely." When he snarled in protest, she continued, "no, don't you growl at me! You can do what I've asked of you here and now, in private, or I'll take this back to the castle with me and make you return to Danielle, get yourself tied up and delivered to me in chains before giving you another chance to beg my forgiveness in return for this jewel... in front of the whole Court."
Sarrom snarled and ground his teeth together, tail lashing, but finally relented; this would be much better than the alternative, and he couldn't even imagine how horrible it would feel if the denial lasted that much longer. "Okay. Fine." He lowered his head to her level, did his best to rein in his aroused panting, and said, "I am sorry for kidnapping you all the times I did, and for demanding ransom, and attacking anyone who came to rescue you."
"Thank you," she smiled. "And?"
"I..." He shivered. "I promise that I will not kidnap, or steal, or kill any humans--unless they attack me!" he amended himself.
"Hmmm... yes, I suppose that's acceptable; you have the right to defend yourself. Now, one more thing..."
He groaned, and rocked his hips, but finally said, "Please give me the sapphire, princess?"
"Of course, my good dragon." She held out the gem for her to take, then patted him on the nose. "You hurry on back to Danielle, now!" she laughed.
Blushing again, he took the treasure in his forepaws, spread his wings, and took off with a blast of wind. That could have been worse... It could have been a lot better, too, and he snarled unhappily at how one tight metal ring could make him desperate enough to make those promises! His paws full, he couldn't touch himself at the moment, either, and only humped into the force of the wind as he flew, panting and shivering and whining out of the back of his throat in need, racing back to Danielle's tower as fast as he could.
He wasn't sure if he'd ever felt happier to arrive at a human building, and he landed heavily on the tower's roof--the witch must have used some of her magic to help construct it, for it barely shook from the rough impact. "Nnnh... I brought the treasure, witch!" he panted, looking around; she wasn't on the roof unless she was invisible, though all the restraints he'd worn before were laid out nearby. "Let me go!" he roared, putting down the sapphire, sitting back on his haunches and beginning to stroke his needy cock with a paw... Now that he'd returned the gem, he didn't bother controlling himself, knowing that his promised freedom was just moments away!
She emerged through a trapdoor near the pedestal a minute or so later; by that time his paw had him panting and groaning and thrusting hard, near the edge once again. "Well, hello again! I see you found all the gems." She picked up the last one and pressed it to the jewel on the pedestal; both glowed, and a moment later the stone was whole again.
"Yes, nnngh... I played your game! Now take this, mmmmh, off!" he snarled, hind claws curling in pleasure.
"Almost time, yes..." She picked up his bridle and held it towards him. "Let me bind you again, and you'll get your orgasm."
"Rrrrh..." he shuddered and thrust harder, but the ring began to glow again as it kept him in denial. "You said you'd let me go!"
"I will! You have my word. But not until after your climax," she smiled. "Come on, be a good boy and give me your snout..."
"No! Let me cum!" he howled, shivering all over in need, his paw rubbing as hard as it could without hurting himself but still not doing enough to overcome her spell.
Danielle watched him for a moment, then put the bridle down. "I guess you still haven't learned to listen to me, you naughty dragon... I'll come back in the morning, and I'll see if you're ready to behave then." Letting out a little sigh, she turned to leave.
What!? Until morning? But that was... he glanced at the sun, that would be at least half a day from now! He couldn't take that much more of this torture... any more of it at all! "No! Okay, okay, I'll do it! Just let me climax!"
She paused, and thought for a moment... "Hmmm... oh, all right. If you ask nicely."
Sarrom blushed furiously at having to ask for something like this--and having to ask a human, no less! "Rrrrr... Mmmh, please, tie me up and let me cum!" he begged, blushing even more at how desperate he sounded... and thrusting even harder into his paw in his need, twisting and groaning at the effort but still unable to get that release.
"Then of course I will," she giggled, and picked up the bridle once again. "Be a good dragon and open wide!"
He growled, but lowered his snout for her to accept the gag. "There you go," she smiled, bridled him good and tight, then gave his snout a pat. "Now for your forepaws..."
"Mrrrrhf..." he complained, not wanting to stop touching himself, but after a moment relented... shivering and whining and humping harder until he started using his tail instead, keeping himself achingly on the edge with it, curling and squeezing and rubbing firmly, and moaning all the while in pleasure and need.
The witch pulled the mitts over his paws and buckled them on, then shackled them together... and anchored the chain in place, as she had that morning. "Good boy. Hind paws next." She bound them the same way, making him stand there and squirm and groan muffledly and continue to hump his tail again and again... Then she summoned the restraints for his wings, pinning them to his back, and finally used the reins to pull his head forward before binding them in place, leaving him totally helpless once again.
He shuddered and strained against his bonds, watching her with wide eyes and continuing to pleasure himself as much as he could with his tail, whining and moaning when it just kept him torturously short of his peak. "Llllmf! Mmmg! Lmfmm cmmf!" he pleaded through the bridle; he was tied up now, he'd done everything she'd asked, could he finally get his release?
"Now now," she stroked his cheek with a hand, smiling at him. "Be patient... Just let me set up a couple spells, then you'll get what you want." She returned to the pedestal, laid a hand on the gem, and it began to glow as she closed her eyes and began to mutter indistinctly under her breath...
"Mmmhf! Mmmmf!" he continued to moan muffledly, rocking his hips, rubbing and squeezing so firmly with his tail, shaft throbbing from his lust and the tightness of that terrible ring, watching her and waiting, waiting, just wanting the cockring to come off already! But she continued to mumble to herself for nearly five minutes, ignoring his whines of need no matter how loudly he begged... then, finally, he felt the ring loosen.
Sarrom bellowed through his gag, shuddered all over, and came hard, thrusting mightily into the sliding grip of his tail and releasing himself in a torrent, eyes closed and claws clenched tight in ecstasy. "Rrrrrrrgh!" The orgasm went on and on and on, so amazing it was nearly painful after he'd been kept aroused and denied for so long, then finally he had emptied himself, let his tail fall away and collapsed in a heap, gasping for air through his nostrils. "Nnnh... Mmnng... Mmmmmmh..." Too exhausted to even struggle against his bonds, he just lay there and panted as he tried to recover from the incredible climax.
He barely even noticed in his relief that Danielle was still casting some sort of spell, and it was only when she walked over towards his belly that he groaned and picked up his head... but with the reins tied so tight, he couldn't turn to look. "Mmmmf..."
After a moment, she said, "there's a lot of energy in a dragon's orgasm... more in a male's, and even more when he's as pent up as you were. With the right combination of spells, I know how to put that energy to use instead of letting it be wasted... And oh, you just had a mighty orgasm indeed," she patted his belly, almost fondly. "Let me show you what you just helped me do." The witch walked back into his line of sight...
In her arms was a massive, brightly glowing sapphire, its color perfectly matching his dark blue scales. He couldn't help but stare at the huge, beautiful gem, eyes going huge as he turned his bridled snout this way and that, looking at it from all angles... "Mmmf," he said softly, reaching forward to sniff it and touch it with his nose... it even smelled a tiny bit like him!
"Here, have a look; you helped me make it, after all," she said, and set the gem down in front of him. He struggled for a moment but couldn't reach it with his paws, so he just nosed at it, admiring it from every possible direction, the bright glow, the way it caught the light, how clear it was, how large... Rumbling happily, he began to pull it towards himself with his snout... though the reins stopped him before long, when he reached their limit.
"Uh-uh, don't you try hoarding that... You may have helped me, but this one's mine." She picked it back up and walked beyond his reach.
"Mmmf! Mmm!" he complained, glaring a little and squirming again... it was so shiny, so beautiful, he wanted it! "Rrrmf!" He strained to reach for it, but couldn't reach forward enough with his paws all shackled in place, and he subsided with a whine of disappointment, eyes still locked on the pretty jewel.
"Awwwww... You really want it, don't you?" She thought for a moment when he nodded vigorously, then said, "I'll make a deal with you: I need this one, but if you want, you and I can make another one for you to have. That sound good?"
"Mhmm!" He bobbed his head excitedly at the thought of adding a treasure as beautiful as that one to his hoard! "Mmmf!"
"I thought you might." She paused and used a bit more magic, and he yelped when the cockring tightened around his still-hard dragonhood again!
"Nnnnf! Rrrmg! Nn-nn!" He shook his head, trying to pull at the ring with his tail, twisting and struggling, not feeling too horny yet but knowing it would come soon once the bliss from his previous climax had faded... "Nnnnnn!"
"Shh, shhhh..." she patted his nose again, reassuringly. "Remember, the more pent-up you are, the bigger and prettier the gemstone... You can spend the night up here, and tomorrow morning we'll make your sapphire."
"Nnnhf!" he shuddered at the thought, shaft throbbing for a moment... All night? No, no, he couldn't take even more denial after what he just went through!
Danielle just smiled. "Remember... it'll be worth it. And try to get a little rest, I'm sure you're exhausted!" She patted his snout one last time, then took her new jewel and disappeared through the trapdoor, leaving him alone on the roof... alone, bound, gagged, helpless, and forcibly aroused once again.
"Mmmrf..." he complained to himself, squirming fitfully and trying to get comfortable in his bonds, but knowing he was now stuck, and would be until morning... At least when the sun rose he'd get another orgasm, and a pretty new piece of treasure for his hoard.
Having been exhausted enough to get some sleep for his worn-out body, he wasn't quite as worked-up and desperate when he and the witch made another jewel the next morning. But it was still large and beautiful and glowed brightly, and he was more than happy to take it home--and to be freed of all the bonds that had kept him so helpless, and that cockring! But she had him take that ring with him as well, saying that if he ever wanted another sapphire, he could put the ring on himself, touch the gem he already had to make it tighten up, then go to her once he was horny enough and let her tie him up and make a couple more of the magical stones.
Sarrom growled to himself as he flew away, the gem and the ring clutched in his forepaws, lust and greed both sated; considering how much he already loved his new glowing treasure, he couldn't help but shiver a little as he looked forward to being denied and bound up tight while he made a few more of the precious gems with Danielle Dragonsbane...