Worth the Trouble
#1 of Trell / Aunara
Trell growled and twitched the ankle of his left hind leg as the human Marcus attempted to wrap a string around it, knocking the little creature onto his backside. "You know I don't like humans," he grumbled in dragonspeak to his mate, Aunara. "Why do I have to tolerate his presence in our cave?" She nuzzled his blue-scaled jaw. "Because I've purchased something from him, and he has to measure you to make sure it's sized properly. If you would just stand still for five minutes, he would be done and out of here again. I trust him, and so should you; he will not attempt to harm either of us, or steal from our hoard." He growled again, but held his leg still so the man could measure his ankle, marking his string with a piece of charcoal before moving to the next thing he had to measure. "You purchased something? What did you pay him with?" "Some of the silver coins I had from before we met." "Fine. But what is it, exactly, and why do you have to measure MY body for it?" "A surprise," she purred. "He already measured me, and now he has to figure out what size to make yours." Aunara helped him position his body for each of the human's measurements, but her mate grew more and more suspicious as the session went on and when Marcus went to wrap the string around his snout, only a quick slap of Aunara's paw kept him from raking his claws through the man. "Trell, this is something I know you're going to like, and I suggest you calm down before I tell Marcus it's not worth the trouble. Keep still or I will force you to," she snarled. "I never trusted humans, you know that. Why do you think our cave is so isolated? You must remember what was going on when we met... If--" "You just never gave them a chance, and after hearing stories from some of the locals around your old cave you shouldn't have been surprised they came after you like that." She softened her voice and nuzzled him again. "And even if you don't trust him, you can trust me, can't you? I only want him to craft something for me. It's a surprise for you, and I know you will enjoy it, if you'd just give him time to make sure he knows what size to make it so it will fit properly." She paused and translated Marcus' directions for his next measurement, then made sure Trell held still, noting the expression on his face; he still frowned, upper lip pulled back slightly to show a little more of his teeth. He didn't seem to recognize the position he was in, but then, he was usually on his back for that... Nor had he picked up on any of the hints she had left when discussing the surprise, but that was just who he was. It was too bad he didn't realize it; her surprise wouldn't be ready for a month at least, it had been quite a while since they had last mated, and even longer since that night they had become mates, when she hadn't even waited to release him from the chains local humans had captured him in to mate with him for the first time. It was then their love of bondage was born, but without the ability to forge metal themselves they hadn't been able to explore it properly since... only a little while longer, she thought, smiling a little. Though that gave her an idea, as she translated another measurement, and when he growled again she purred and nuzzled behind his jaw, whispering, "how about this: you do this for me, without complaining any more, and after I drop him off at his smithy we'll mate, however you want us to." He started to purr back at her and his attitude improved instantly; the last five measurements took only moments, and by the time Marcus was done Trell was doing his best to hide a growing erection from him. "I'll be back as soon as I can," Aunara said, brushing her tailtip teasingly along his belly, circling as close as she could around the area he wanted so much for her to touch--but then, that was for when she got back. Didn't want to arouse him enough for him to get impatient... She scooped Marcus up carefully in her foreclaws, then spread her wings and jumped from the ledge outside their cave. It was a short flight from there, across two valleys to the town where Marcus kept his shop. She set him down outside his door and said, "how long do you think it will be?" The human thought for a moment, moving his hand back in forth in the air. "For both sets, perhaps four months, if I build them side by side. But if I do them one at a time I should have the first ready in six or seven weeks. What would you prefer?" "Forge his first, please." "Very well. I will put the signal-flag on my roof when it is ready." "I look forward to it. Goodbye." Aunara leapt back to the sky, hurrying back to her cave and her sure-to-be-eager mate. * * *
She took the two ends of the chain, one in each paw, then pulled as hard as she could. "The ore you found for me is the strongest metal I have ever worked with," Marcus said. "That chain would hold even if it was fought against by one of the great warrior dragons of legend." She squinted at the individual links: they showed no signs of strain. "I wouldn't go that far, but it will do for my Trell. I can't wait to see the look on his face," she grinned. "Speaking of which, here is the bridle the tanner helped me put together for him," he picked up the thick leather-and-metal device from where it lay on the table behind him. "You can remove the bit from the bridle if desired, as you asked. We have finished the bridle that fits you as well, but you will have to wait another few weeks for the metalwork in your size, I expect." Aunara laughed. "I think it will take about that long for us to use what you've made already. I have to reserve congratulations until after we've tested it out, but thank you for the effort you've put into this." "You wouldn't believe the compensation my Lord is giving me for keeping the resident dragons on friendly terms with us," he said, "and anyways I could hardly refuse a paying customer." "More than that. If these work properly you'll have customers coming to you from all over the country, eager to buy from a smith whose work can withstand even the strength of a dragon." Marcus smiled. "You're too kind." She tilted her head to one side, looking at the two bridles, then said, "could you put mine on, please? I'd like to make sure it's not too uncomfortable." "Of course. If you'd just lower your head so I can reach..." He picked up the device and guided the bit into her mouth, then pulled the other loops over her head. He tightened the strap behind her horns first, pulling the bit to its proper location behind all her teeth, then secured the two bands across her snout, strapping it tightly shut. She flexed her jaw the little she could, flicked her head to either side, then tried to speak; both English and dragonspeak were unintelligible, which was just what she was hoping for. And the metallic bit, while cold, wasn't sharp against her lips or gums at all and would probably warm up after it was on for a little while. She nodded, satisfied, then scratched "off" in the dirt between herself and the human. "The black and silver look wonderful against your white scales," he said while he took off the bridle and put it back on the table. "I could consider making something more proper for a lady like you to wear, perhaps a necklace or bracelet, or a ring for one of your horns or claws... But that's for another time. Shall we pack all this up?" "Not yet, I have to make sure I know how the locks work." "Very well. Oh, and this will be new for you; I've recently experimented with a new lock design that's much more secure than what you'd be used to, though more difficult to make. In the past, you see--and for the chains you'll use for binding wings and so on--I created loops on either side of the close point to hook a separate lock through, but that's a weak system because the locks could be removed with the right tools and knowledge by professional thieves. Now I've created a mechanism that's contained in the two sides of the object to be locked, that will lock automatically when closed. Observe." He took a pair of close-linked shackles from his table and closed one of them. "Did you hear that clicking noise? That was the latch closing." He tugged on the inside of the shackle to prove it was closed, then held it up to her. "See the keyhole there? You unlock this like you would any normal lock, and I've even made the key your size," he picked it up to show her. "I've made a few spare keys as well, in case you break one, or lose one. But all his shackles and locks, and yours, will work on the same key to avoid confusion. Here, open it." Aunara took the giant key, nearly the size of the man's arm, and unlocked the shackle with it. "Perfect; thank you again. If these work properly tonight, I'm adding some silver to your purse." "The least I could do for such a wonderful client. Let's get this packed up so you can get back to your mate." Marcus laid out all of the gear he had made on a leather mat, noting the function--or potential functions--of each piece for her benefit as he set it down. Once it was all there, she rolled it up carefully and he helped her place the roll inside a gigantic sack. "And here's your second payment; expect your third in the morning, unless we break something." She reached into a pouch around her neck and pulled out some coins for him. "Thank you again." She couldn't have flown back to her cave fast enough, even if she hadn't been weighed down by all the new bondage equipment clutched in her claws. But finally she arrived, and landed softly on the ledge before walking inside. Trell was asleep, as she expected, and she hid the sack behind the largest pile in her part of their shared hoard, then took off her coin-purse and sniffed carefully around the cave before lying down against the warmth of her mate's side to rest with him. But Trell's paranoia awakened him only a couple of minutes later, and he snapped his head up with a growl, sniffing at the air around them. "I smell humans." "I was in town today; they probably rubbed off on me. I just checked the whole cave a moment ago, and you know it would be nearly impossible for them to climb up here." "So you say. But they can be very hard to stop when they decide they want to do something, no matter how dangerous it is." "Would you stop that? Not all humans want to kill dragons, and not all dragons want to stay away from humans as much as possible. You remember when we visited my brother two springs ago, don't you? How he'd made an agreement with the Lord on his territory to work with him to keep the lands safe, and how it had made him so wealthy; his hoard is larger than our combined one, and he hasn't even begun to look for a mate yet. You can live in peace with humans if you'd just stop thinking it's necessary to terrorize them as soon as you install yourself in a new territory." "I wouldn't go calling your brother a normal dragon." "I see your point, but still. It can be done; just look at your own mate, you silly beast!" she slapped his side with her tail. Trell coughed out a laugh at that. "I'll consider it. What were you doing in town, anyway?" She hesitated, thought a moment. "Oh, I suppose we may as well. Have you hunted today?" "Yes. Why?" She stood up and began to walk over towards where she had hidden the gear, holding her tail high. "I went and picked up that surprise today, and since we're both awake and we both have some energy, now's as good a time as any to break it all in." He took a few steps after her, then stopped, head tilted to one side. "Break in... What do you mean?" Aunara picked up her sack of gear, then bounded back over to him and set it down between them. "This." He sniffed at it and pulled a face. "All I smell is human." "Just because they made it doesn't mean it's bad." She opened the sack, pulled out the mat, then unrolled it between them, revealing the chains, the shackles, the bridle, and everything else. Trell scanned the mat, face lighting up. "Oh, wow! You got humans to make this? ...oh, this is why you had that human measure me," he grinned, the slit hiding his penis starting to swell. "But are these the ones measured for me, or for you?" "For you," she purred, reaching across the mat to nuzzle him on the snout. He returned the nuzzle. "What did I ever do to find a mate as wonderful as you?" "All the right things. Want to try them on?" He picked up a pair of shackles in one paw and examined the locking mechanism. "Only if you use them properly," he laughed. "Oh, I intend to." She stepped around the mat, took the shackles from him and closed them around his forepaws. Next came a long chain, which she wrapped tightly around his folded wings, then she helped him onto his back before adding two shackles on either end of a long, thick metal bar to hold his hind legs spread wide apart. He tested his restraints while she untangled his bridle; nothing gave in the slightest, and even the spreader bar didn't bend. "Do you have keys for these?" She finally got the straps of the bridle to come apart. "Yes, so they won't be one-time-only like the last ones," she laughed. "Now here's the last part," she took the bit in one paw and lowered it towards his jaws. Trell looked at it, then coughed a little fire and clamped his jaw shut to refuse it--but still smiling, so she could tell he was just playing. "Oh, really?" She cocked her head to one side, then pressed down on his neck with her other paw, pinning his head. "And how do you think you'll be stopping me when you can barely move?" He squirmed as best he could, trying to play-fight back at her, but his forepaws were clumsy and slow in their shackles and he couldn't even get his hind paws close to her. His tail was free, though, and he got in a couple good whacks on her rump with that before she twined her tail around his own to stop him. And still she pinned down his head, now pressing the metal bit against his teeth, waiting for even the slightest opening of those fangs... He growled and turned his head away. But then she released his tail and wrapped the tip of hers around his emerging cock, teasing it out, clenching and pulling and working all up and down its length. He couldn't help but gasp at the sudden sensation, openmouthed, and even though he refocused quickly it was too late: his jaws closed with the bit already in the back of his mouth, and a moment later she had buckled the straps of the bridle tightly shut around his snout. He growled, struggled, tried to spit out the bit, but now his teeth were locked not by will but by the tough leather and steel of his bridle, and he couldn't open his jaws even a claw's width. "Not fair," he tried to say, but the bridle turned even the guttural syllables of dragonspeak to muffled grunting. Now that all the restraints were on he stopped fighting her, curious again at his range of motion, the strength of the gear, and just how they'd be able to put it to use... "Not the most imaginative of sets, but I thought we'd start simple just in case something went wrong," Aunara said, and he realized, looking over at the mat she'd laid out, that she had given him only a few of the crafts she'd purchased. "Later we can add the blindfold, the reins, the tension choker, the toys... And maybe by then the set that fits me will be ready..." He nodded and flexed his hindquarters invitingly, humping at the air in her direction as if to say, "save the talk and get on with it already." But of course even if she took his hint she wasn't about to give him control; she had just chained him up, after all. He could only watch--which wasn't at all a bad thing--as she paced slow circles around him, tail raised to display her sex to him, pausing every few steps to arch her back and look back at him and drawing growls of appreciation when she did so. After a couple minutes of these displays she finally returned to him and began to nuzzle up and down his neck, purring and tickling at his tail and hind legs with her tailtip and occasionally brushing at his belly with a wing. Trell nuzzled her in return as best he could and managed to match her purr with his own despite the gag. But he couldn't help but continue to flex his hindquarters up in the air, breaths quickening and arousal growing painfully stiff at her prolonged tease. Finally she shifted her weight and straddled him, though still she kept the part of herself he was most interested in out of his very limited reach, taunting him more seriously now. She moved the attentions of her tailtip to the swollen scales around his penis and waved her hindquarters back and forth over his chest, then she paused a moment, took one of his horns in her jaws and steered his head around to make sure he stared at her underbelly and vent--and his own arousal--while she teased him. He growled softly, pleadingly, and curled his own tail around, and even though she blocked it with hers it pushed her to move her tailtip to the exposed skin of his erection, gripping it in a trio of loops and constricting softly, enough for him to know she was there but not enough to really stimulate him. She held him like that for a little while, until he whined and tried to grind against her grip, then she released him all at once and started tickling at her own sex instead. The sensation made her jump away from him a little, and he took the chance to put his own tail around his cock--a move she didn't stop this time, but he was barely able to get a grip on himself before she shook her head, growled, and took a couple steps backward: enough to line them up properly, though still she held herself out of his reach. "We haven't done this in far too long for me to tease you, or myself, any longer," Aunara panted. "Ready?" He grunted assent and arched his back again, bringing them as close together as he could, then she growled, bared her teeth and nearly threw her weight atop him, pinning his shackled forepaws between them, gripping his hind paws in her own and getting her fangs around his throat, forcing his head to the ground. Then finally she lowered herself onto his cock, moaning and squeezing lightly at the scales of his throat as she did so, and once he was fully inside her she wrapped her tail around his as close to the base as she could manage. He growled at her when she didn't move any further and tried to pull out enough to thrust again, but trapped beneath her weight and chained as he was all he could do was wait for her to make the next move--a fact she emphasized by putting a little more pressure against the scales of his throat when he struggled. She forced him to lay still for a minute or more, getting both of them accustomed to the feeling, and only then did she clench the muscles of her chest and belly and raise herself back up off of him with nearly agonizing slowness. But she surprised him by slamming herself down and picking back up nearly as quickly as she would have at climax, and the sudden sensation set both of them moaning at the pleasure. It seemed to Trell that she had originally meant to slow down again after the two quick jerks, but she forgot her intentions in the moment of intense feeling and only slowed to a more reasonable and sustainable pace, moving smoothly from full to empty and back again. After a moment she removed her fangs from around his throat and began to nuzzle and purr at him again, licking at the scales of his face and throat while she rode him. She started to increase her speed, pushing down harder onto him and pulling off less, and beneath her he started to shudder against her and against his restraints, trying to hold himself back as best he could until she too was ready for orgasm. So she stopped herself again, gave him a moment to rein himself in--though he whined in protest--then started again at even greater speed. It didn't make much difference; Trell felt the final buildup of pressure in his belly almost an instant later, then gave in to the experience and came, howling past his gag, fighting her weight and his shackles and spasming again and again, emptying himself into her with an effort that left him breathless. Aunara knew he would have preferred her to stop then, but she was so close... And he didn't have a choice, she thought, and bared her fangs again, snarling at him when he gave her the pleading look she was expecting. He struggled again, trying for the first time to get away from her attentions, but it was no use; she kept right on thrusting despite his attempts to fight her off. But he didn't have to wait long, for she climaxed just moments after he started to fight, her insides seizing against him, and she hunched down close, digging into him with her claws, mantling her wings and letting out quiet little gasps, and finally after nearly half a minute of intense pleasure she subsided and collapsed. He squirmed again and growled as loudly as he could through the bridle, and after taking a few seconds to get her wind back she dragged herself off of him with one final squeeze at his softening penis. "Wasn't that wonderful?" she purred, and nuzzled him again. He nodded, but growled again and moved the bit around noisily in his mouth. "Oh... How uncomfortable is that?" she asked, reaching to open the buckles. "I had Marcus strap mine on so I could make sure it didn't cut at my mouth, but I didn't see if it would grow uncomfortable after wearing it and fighting against it for a while." "Not too bad," Trell said once the bridle was off, "or it wasn't sharp, at least, but my jaw is a little sore from biting down on it." She unlocked his shackles and the chain around his wings, put it all back on the mat, then sprawled on the stone where it was still warm from their exertions. "You're going to have to get used to it, then, because you know you'll be in chains as often as I can convince you to put them on. ...or whenever I can force you into them, if you ever want to try something like that." He laid down against her and nuzzled between her horns, purring. "Only until that human has the chains that fit you ready for us." "Assuming you don't like giving me control too much... I told you associating with humans was worth it," she laughed. "And hopefully it'll eventually be enough for us to have eggs together. I think we're almost ready." "I think we are, too," he tickled her belly with his tail. "Just say the word and you know I'd love to. We would make some beautiful hatchlings." "We would," she mumbled, laying her head down. "I see us with them in dreams sometimes already... Soon, we can make that a reality." He put his head down next to hers and closed his eyes to sleep. "Soon."