Liar
"Ohh... Harder, Krannac, har--ah!" Her urgings dissolved into moans of ecstasy as her orgasm gripped her, making her shudder and grind hard against the blue-scaled dragon mounting her. He groaned in response, the sensation of her spasms against his cock driving his own pleasure still higher, and a moment later he released himself, lowering his head against the base of her neck and grunting as he thrust again and again into her, filling her with his seed.
They both stood there for a moment, panting and trying to recover, then Krannac withdrew and dropped back onto all fours beside the grey-green dragoness he'd mated with, nuzzling at her jaw and purring softly. "Oh, Brenne, that felt wonderful..."
"Yes it did," she murmured. "Why, again, couldn't you have told me how you felt about me when we lived across the street from each other?"
He dipped his head a little. "I was shy back then, and... nervous, because I was smaller than other dragons my age, and you were always surrounded by dragons bigger and stronger and older than I was... And I was afraid what my father would do if I did approach you in that way and he found out about it, since he hated your dad so much."
She chuckled. "From my memories of your father, I don't blame you. Would have been nice, though, to have a partner who lived so close to me and I already knew so well..." She sighed and flicked her tail. "Oh well."
"Right," he turned his head to sniff at his chest and belly. "Now can I use your wash-room? I need to get cleaned up--"
"Have you still not told your mate about us? I keep telling you, the longer you continue to see me without telling her what we've been doing, the angrier she's going to be when she finds out. You should have let me meet her right after we ran into each other the first time, a couple of weeks back... Why didn't you just tell her the truth in the first place, anyway? It's not like she's human; she won't mind you mounting me as long as she likes me, and I don't think she'd have a reason not to..."
"I'll tell her eventually," he growled. "At first I wasn't sure if it was going to be any more than just the one time, but after that it was just easier to stick with the story I'd come up with than explain us to her."
"You need to tell her. Dragonesses don't mind a dragon who sleeps around, they mind one who lies to them. That you're not telling her about us will send the message to her when she finds out that there's something about me you don't want her to know, or that you've realized you care more for me than you do for her. And are either of those true?"
He pawed at the floor. "No."
"Then you should tell her as soon as you can."
"I'll get around to it, okay?" he snarled, and turned to go to her wash-room. "Let me figure out when to do it on my own; I know my own mate better than you do."
She snorted, but didn't argue further, so Krannac went into the wash-room, closed the door, then stepped to the center of the tiled room and turned a couple of knobs set into the floor. Jets of hot water activated and pounded against his scales from each of the four walls, the ceiling and the floor, and he kneaded thoroughly over all his scales so the water would run between them, focusing on the area around his belly and slit, then opened his wings to let the water run over them as well. Once that was done he kept standing there for a couple more minutes, enjoying the feeling of the hot water washing over his hide, then turned off the water and shook himself dry.
Brenne was waiting for him when he emerged, sitting on her haunches next to where he'd left his pants when he'd shed them to mount her, with her tail still lashing back and forth with annoyance. "You know, you wouldn't have to worry about washing my scent off of yourself after we mated if you would just tell her about us."
"I know," he shuffled his wings, and slipped his four legs and tail through the sleeves of his clothes, but when he reached back to pull the zipper closed along his back he saw her claws already there, closing it for him.
"And if she and I liked each other enough, the three of us might even be able to have some fun together," she purred, and nuzzled his cheek. "What could have possibly convinced you that lying to her was better than a possibility like that?"
"I'll tell her when I'm ready to, all right? Just leave it at that!" he snarled, shoving her away with one paw.
"Fine," she growled back at him, but lowered her head and nuzzled him again after a moment. "I'm glad you came to see me today."
"Me too," he returned the nuzzle, then let her lead him to the door of her apartment and out onto the front step. "See you again in a few days... I'll call you from work."
"I'll be happier if you call me from home," she purred, and stepped back to give him room to take off.
"We'll see," he bared his teeth, then spread his wings and leapt into the late evening sky, banking in the direction of his home.
It wasn't out of malice that he'd hidden Brenne from his mate, really... More like an accident than anything else. He'd come home very late on the first night he'd mated with Brenne, his mate had confronted him, and it had just seemed easier to say he'd had a long dinner meeting with a client than to tell her where he'd actually been: fucking a beautiful dragoness he'd had a crush on for years after seeing her for the first time since he'd moved away from his parents' home and hearing her own admission that'd she'd always had feelings for him, too. Then Brenne had wanted to see him again, and it had seemed better to keep lying about it than admit the truth to his mate.
And it wasn't as if his mate was a jealous sort of dragoness, either... Why couldn't he tell her the truth? It was certainly simpler than coming up with stories about clients he could only meet with during the early evening, and why he always came back smelling faintly of the same dragoness (a new secretary at the office who hadn't picked up what humans considered "civilized" habits of hygiene and therefore had a powerful scent, he'd said).
Krannac flared his wings and landed on the concrete square in front of the door of his house, then walked up onto the porch and went inside. His mate, a fuchsia dragoness, came out into the hall as he locked the door behind him. "There you are," she purred, and nuzzled him on the snout.
"Did you have a nice day, Mella?" he returned the nuzzle.
"Passable," she shuffled her wings, sniffing at his muzzle, then rubbing her nose down his neck before taking a step back and looking up at him again. "Yours?"
"Made a couple of sales. Business has been a little slow recently, but today made up for it."
She started to walk towards their bedroom, and he followed along at her side. "I got your message about another dinner meeting; how did that go?"
He stiffened for just a moment, then sighed and said, "oh, it went fine." I'll tell her in the morning, he thought to himself. That way if she does react badly then at least I'll have an excuse to get out of the house.
"That's good." Mella turned around as they reached the bedroom, sniffing at his neck again, then his chest, then his belly. He was worried for a moment that she might be suspicious, but she started purring again after a moment and walked away across the room, tail held up a little from its usual position with its tip flicking back and forth. "You've been so busy with work recently, especially with all these late meetings..." She stopped at the corner of the room, where there was a large black plastic bag he didn't remember being there that morning, and put a paw on it. "We haven't mated in over a week, you know, and we both probably have some stress that needs relief."
He paused again. At least the flight home had taken half an hour, so he could mate again if she wanted to, but he was worn out from that flight and from the mating he'd done just a little while ago... "I'd love to, my mate," he walked over to her and nuzzled her neck, "but I'm exhausted," he pressed down on her tail with his own until she lowered it again. "I don't really feel up for it."
"Don't worry," she bared her teeth and pushed the bag onto its side, "I wasn't planning on having you be on top anyway. Since it's been a little while, I thought we could try something new." Then she reached her paw into the bag and pulled out something, which she held up for him to see: a muzzle.
He cocked his head to one side. "...bondage? I've never tried it before, and I don't remember you ever mentioning it either. Are you sure?"
"It'll be exciting!" she leaned against him, and upended the bag so the rest of its contents spilled out onto the carpet: thick leather belts, several coils of rope in various lengths, and a few other items whose purpose he couldn't identify right away. "What do you say?"
When he looked at his mate, her pleased, hopeful expression, and smelled her excitement, he couldn't help but purr and nuzzle her again. "Sure."
"That's my mate," she flicked her tail up again. "Take off your pants and lie on your back on the bed."
Krannac obeyed, watching as she stripped off her own clothing and started to sort through the items she'd purchased; he'd never tried--or even considered--bondage before, sure, but he couldn't help but be aroused by the thought of having to submit to the desires of his mate while she pleasured him.
"Let's start with these," she brought six leather belts over to him. Two went over his wings to keep them folded and out of the way; the next pair were buckled over his forelegs, binding them folded in half and pressed against opposite sides of his chest. His hind legs were given similar treatment, the tough leather pressing against his haunch and his ankle and leaving all four of his legs tightly frog-tied. "What do you think so far?" she ticked at his belly with her tail, noticing the swelling around his slit but not giving it any attention--yet.
He struggled against the belts for a moment, but they didn't give in the slightest. "It's not too uncomfortable. What else did you have in mind?"
"I'm getting there," she flicked her tail, and went back to the pile of equipment, returning this time with two of the ropes. "They make this kind of rope specifically for dragons, did you know that? They're woven from Kevlar so they're strong enough to hold a dragon and don't abrade against our scales, and they even have clips on the end so we don't have to get a human to tie and untie knots for us." She demonstrated by clipping the end of the first short rope onto the center of the belt pinning his right hind leg, then winding the other end around the corner of the steel bed frame before clipping it there; then she repeated the process with his other hind leg, pulling both ropes tight so his hind legs were forced to spread apart as far as they would go, leaving his belly and slit exposed.
His arousal had grown enough now that his penis slipped out of his slit while she went to get her next piece of equipment, the muzzle she'd shown him earlier. But this time he noticed it looked a little unusual: there was a small rubber bladder at the center of it, with a tube leading to a small paw-pump hanging from the muzzle's front. A gag?
She purred and brushed one claw lightly against his slowly swelling cock when she saw it before returning to his head. "What's that in the middle?" he asked before she could lower the muzzle to his snout.
"An inflatable gag," Mella laughed. "Let me put it on you, and I'll demonstrate." He opened his mouth for her, and she slipped the muzzle onto his head: one strap buckled directly behind his horns, another at his throat, and the gag and the tube leading to it went into his mouth so that his front teeth closed on a small metal circlet around the tube that kept him from puncturing it by accident--or on purpose. Two more straps closed around his snout so he couldn't open his jaws to try to speak around the gag or to bite through it, and she buckled those tight as well. "There we are," she moved her claws away. "How does it feel? Can you talk, if I don't inflate it?"
He paused and worked his jaws a little, feeling how tightly they'd been bound together--he couldn't open his mouth even the slightest bit--then said, "it doesn't hurt... And I guess that answers your question." His words were muffled, but came out clearly enough as long as he was careful to move his tongue without catching it against the parts of the muzzle-gag that were inside his mouth.
"Then let's test the next part..." She took the pump in her paw and squeezed a few times, inflating the gag until it entirely filled his mouth, the rubber stiff and unyielding from the pressure of the air inside it. "How about now?"
He tried to speak again, but with his tongue now pinned against the bottom of his mouth by the rubber he couldn't manage a single intelligible syllable. "Mmm... Mrrr mmmphh."
"Perfect," she said, but reached for the release valve and deflated the gag after a moment. "Now for the finishing touches..." She collected two medium-length ropes, two short ropes and one much longer one from her pile of equipment. The long one went around the entire bed, wrapping around the bed frame, the mattress and his chest four times and pinning him against the bed so he couldn't curl his body at all. The two medium-length ones were attached to the corners of the bed frame on either side of his head, then the leather binding his forelegs, pulling them up and away from his body, and the shortest went from the belts on his forelegs to the sides of his muzzle, holding his head down between them and against his chest. The ropes bent his neck to give him a perfect view of his belly and hind paws--and his erection, which had reached its full size and bobbed slightly up and down with his heartbeat.
"Are you done yet?" he strained against his bonds to test his range of motion, but could barely move an inch in the position she'd put him in; all that was free was his tail, which he lashed a little impatiently back and forth.
"Just one more thing." Mella took a long steel rod with a series of shackles attached to it and closed them over his tail to keep him from curling it, then used another short rope to bind the brace to the frame of their bed to hold his tail out straight from his hindquarters. "There we go... How does that feel?"
He groaned and squirmed a little, feeling the leather and rope hold tight around his body and limbs, nothing giving even a fraction of an inch at his efforts. "I seem to be helpless," he chuckled. "Now what?"
"Now we have some fun, of course," she got onto the bed and sat on her belly next to him, looking him over and growling a little with what he assumed was anticipation. "Ready?"
Krannac hesitated. "Aren't... Aren't you supposed to give me a safe-word?" He thought for a moment, remembering the gag she was probably about to inflate, then added, "or some other safety indicator?"
She hissed softly. "My mate, do you not trust me? I know what you like and what you don't like; that's not necessary. Safe-words are for more intense play, between those who might not know each other very well, and I'm your own mate of six years who's only tied you up to make things a little more interesting. I know you well enough to know what you enjoy, and well enough to be able to tell if something I do is really not to your liking. Don't worry," she nuzzled his forehead.
"Oh," he relaxed slightly, but arched his back and raised his hips up off the bed the little that he could after a moment to get her attention; he'd been fully aroused for a few minutes now and his cock was really beginning to demand attention--which he couldn't give to himself in his current position. "I'm ready."
"Good," she purred, and nuzzled him again, then inflated his gag. "Now just what to do with my poor captive dragon..." She ran the tip of a claw down his side, from his neck all the way to his belly and the base of his tail. "Oh, I think I have an idea," she bared her teeth, and returned to her pile of equipment for a couple more items. She placed one of them at the end of the bed and out of his view, but the other she held up for him to see, then she took the object--a cockring--and slid the slightly elastic rubber circlet down until it wrapped tightly around the base of his penis.
He shivered a little at the first hints of stimulation, then groaned and thrust upwards again as she began to tease him with her paw, rubbing softly along the side of his shaft and chuckling a little as he squirmed in his bonds, rocking towards her and trying to get her to either rub harder or just go ahead and straddle him already. But she only kept up her light contact, brushing against his stiff arousal with just the smooth scales of her paw, or a clawtip, or the tip of her tail, ignoring his growls of complaint as his body demanded more and more attention. She may as well have been breathing on him, the sensation was so light, and though he twisted and strained against the ropes that immobilized him she didn't tease him any more than that. "Mmrrf!" he growled at her: more! This was nothing, not nearly the level of sensation his body desired, craved, needed, and if she didn't relent soon...
Mella squeezed the head of his cock firmly between two claws and he moaned at her touch, all his legs and his tail pulling reflexively inward towards his belly before pushing out again, trying to thrust up into her touch and the more powerful sensations it offered. But she took her paws out of his reach entirely, watching him hump at the air above his belly for a little while and laughing at the pleading look he gave her before coming at him with both paws this time, squeezing the full length of his erection between them and beginning to knead up and down, allowing him to thrust into her touch this time and letting him decide just how hard he was pressed against her. He moaned and shut his eyes with pleasure as the feelings drove him higher and higher, then shivered all over as the familiar congestion formed in his belly as his orgasm approached, thrusting still harder against her paws, and then--
Suddenly he was humping air again, her paws gone, and he opened his eyes to see her glaring at him, paws nowhere near his needy arousal. He whined at her and thrust again; why had she stopped, especially with him so close? He was just a moment from climax, he was sure, and he struggled against his restraints as his body demanded release, fighting to give himself that sensation if she wasn't going to. But it was no use, and after a little while he subsided, moaning at her and squirming, still holding his cock up as far as he could towards her as if to remind her what she'd been doing moments ago. "Mlllmmm! Llmmm mmm cmmm!" he forced past his gag, but she kept glaring at him, and after a moment she crept across the bed to sit next to his chest.
She put a claw on the end of his snout to get his attention, and he stopped squirming after a moment, then she let the air out of his gag and said, "I called your office this afternoon. Your supervisor said you haven't had a dinner meeting on your schedule in a month."
He froze--did she know? Either way this was definitely not a good time for her to find out, not when he was completely helpless and at her mercy, not with his cock fully engorged and demanding release after the attention she'd given it, not when she already seemed angry at him... "He doesn't keep track of all my clients," he offered after a moment. "They might not have been on his schedule, especially because most of them didn't buy."
"Do not lie to me!" she roared, then re-inflated his gag and began to tickle his erection with her tail this time, ever so lightly, driving him crazy with the ethereal sensations as his body craved for more, more, so much more than she was offering him.
"Mmm! Mmff!" he moaned through the rubber that filled his mouth, thrashing helplessly beneath her as she continued to tease him. He stared down at his cock and at the tailtip that caressed it, his exposed flesh more red than pink now with the blood that had flowed there, both because of his incredible arousal and because of the cockring that kept him erect whether or not he wanted to be. After a moment he turned his gaze to her, eyes wide, desperate for her to give him enough to thrust against so he could climax, but she just bared her teeth again before finally lifting her tail away.
He shuddered and thrashed with frustration, then a second time she pressed a claw against his nose. "Tell me the truth, Krannac. What have you been doing that you don't want me to know about?" She deflated his gag and waited for his answer, tail lashing back and forth behind her.
The dragon shuddered again, thrusting almost uncontrollably up into the air, but knew that he couldn't keep hiding Brenne from her any longer. "I... I've been seeing another dragoness, and mating with her."
His mate sighed and looked away. "I knew it. But why couldn't you just tell me about it? I am not some jealous, fragile human female who thinks her mate must be singularly devoted to her; why did you hide this from me?" She glared again and snapped her teeth. "Have you fallen in love with her!?"
"No!" he said hurriedly, all thoughts of sexual release forgotten at her distress. "It was nothing like that. I didn't even really do it on purpose... After we first mated and you questioned me when I came home, it just... It just felt to me like lying was easier, and then I couldn't find the heart to tell you the other times I saw her. To be honest, she's been a little angry at me this whole time because she knew I was trying to hide it from you, and thought I shouldn't."
Mella seemed to recover somewhat at his words, and her expression softened. "Who is she? How did this happen, when did you meet her?"
He sighed with relief. "Her name is Brenne. We grew up in the same neighborhood when we were fledglings, and before I moved away from my parents--long before I met you--I had some feelings for her, which I never was able to express to her. Then a couple of weeks ago I ran into her, we got to talking, and though it had been too long since I'd last seen her for there to be a real connection of that kind between us I still found her physically attractive, then after she admitted a similar desire we ended up mating."
"Well, I'm relieved to hear you were hiding something so harmless, but I'm still disappointed that you lied to me about it, and... Well, I can't bring myself to dig my claws into you, my love, but I still want--" She paused and thought for a moment. "How many times did you mate with her?"
There was a dangerous gleam in her eye that made him want to say it had only happened once or twice, but at the same time he could tell that lying to her again would be a very bad idea. "Five times."
"Five..." She sighed. "Five times you mated with another dragoness when you could have mounted your true mate instead." She gagged him again despite his growl of protest, then returned to the far end of the bed, reaching down for the other item she'd left there but still not showing him what it was. "What should I do to punish you for that?" She nudged at his belly with her snout and when her nose rubbed against his erection he was very suddenly reminded of his arousal, and couldn't help but thrust up at her--not that it did any good, for she lifted her head away again after a moment.
"Five times," she said again, lightly tickling his cock with her claws. "Perhaps I could tease you for five minutes without letting you climax?"
He shivered a little, but from the way she paused it seemed this was going to be the easiest of her potential torments.
"Or I could tease you up to the edge and then leave you there until you calmed down some, five times."
Krannac couldn't help but moan at that; twice had been bad enough.
"Or maybe..." she bared her teeth and finally held up the object in her paw: it was another, slightly smaller cockring, but this one had a bullet vibrator attached to it, with a cord that led away to be plugged into a wall outlet. "Maybe I could put this on you, turn it on to a setting too low to get you to orgasm and leave you alone with it for five hours."
"Mmmm! Mmff mm mm!" he shook his head back and forth the little that he could, pleading that she choose one of the other options--or none at all.
"I'm still very upset that you lied to me," she growled after a moment, "especially about something like this. So I'm going to put this vibrator on you, on a low setting, then leave you alone and go think about what you did. When I feel ready to forgive you for it, I'll come back and turn the vibrator off."
He shook his head again, whining and squirming in his bonds, but all he could do was watch as she slipped the ring and vibrator about a third of the way down his penis, then plugged it into a nearby outlet and fiddled with the control dial. A moment later the little vibrator buzzed to life and he moaned at the sensation, shivering uncontrollably.
"I don't like to have to do this to you, but I don't like that you lied to me, either," she sighed. "You sit tight, and I'll come back when I'm ready to." She turned off the lights, then left the bedroom and closed the door behind her, and he could just hear her walk away towards another part of the house--somewhere she wouldn't be able to hear him struggling.
He moaned again into the darkness, but all that answered him was the constant buzz of the vibrator pressed snugly against his cock. It was a stronger feeling than the horribly light teasing she'd given him earlier and it wasn't as strong as the firmer work she'd done with her paws, but it was still a constant sensation, and one he had no way of getting away from. His need built stronger and stronger as the time slowly passed until he began to hump at the air again, arousal peaking once again not far from the wonderful height of climax. He groaned and thrashed as the vibrator continued to torment him, keeping him so strongly aroused but not doing quite enough to bring him to that orgasm he wanted so badly. He struggled to break free, trying to work his paws or his tail or any other part of his body free from his bonds so he could further stimulate himself, or even just get the vibrator off of his penis...
It was no use, of course. Mella had seen to it that he was firmly, helplessly bound to the bed, his strength, claws, fangs and fire all locked away by the restraints and leaving him without any hope of escape; he could only lie there and continue to thrust uncontrollably upwards into the empty air as he waited for her to return. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours as he laid there, shuddering and moaning alternately as the toy continued to stimulate him, making him pant and curl his hind claws tight with arousal but not doing quite enough to push him over the edge.
I'm sorry, he wished he could say to her. "Mmm ffmmrrphh!" he said anyway, even though he was gagged and she wasn't in the room, but his voice went ragged as another wave of arousal turned the apology into a bellow of frustration at his helplessness. He hadn't meant to hurt her, or betray her, or lie to her; it had just... happened that way. But now he was paying for it, by being securely tied down and forcibly stimulated enough to drive him mad with the need for climax but not to actually let him orgasm no matter how hard he struggled. How he wished he could bring his own paws, or tail, or even mouth down on his cock, how he wished he could turn off the vibrator, or turn it higher, how he wished he hadn't lied...
It seemed like an eternity before his mate finally returned, and she turned on the lights to find him humping wildly into the air, hips rocking shakily but powerfully enough to make the bed creak as he fought. "Mmmmmm!" he cried when he saw her, eyes wide and pleading as he stilled himself for just a moment, then he succumbed to the stimulation again and went back to thrusting, moaning and thrashing against the bonds that held him as he searched desperately, uncontrollably for release.
"I'm so sorry, my love," the dragoness said, voice low and eyes downcast. After a moment she approached him, but despite his pleading whimper she went to his head instead of his hindquarters. "I just needed some way to make you regret lying to me, so you would hate what's happened as much as I do..." She sighed. "But I thought about it for a while, and I know we both care about each other too much for what you did to have been out of malice; you just made a mistake. I can forgive my mate for making mistakes," she purred softly, then deflated his gag when he moaned again.
"Mella, I'm sorry!" he gasped, claws clenching and unclenching. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just let me cum! Please!"
She sighed again and slowly, oh so slowly walked over to where she'd left the controller. "Krannac, I forgive you," she said, then put her claw on the dial--
And instead of turning the vibrator off, she turned it higher. He groaned, howled, then roared as the intense vibrations resonated through his whole body before finally taking him to climax, thrusting mightily off the bed and spilling spurt after spurt of seed onto the scales of his belly and the mattress beneath him as his long-withheld orgasm finally arrived. He couldn't imagine a more wonderful sensation, feeling the satisfaction of climax wash over him and falling limp against the bed as his orgasm passed, panting through flared nostrils to regain his breath.
Mella turned off the vibrator, then got onto the bed and cradled his head in her forepaws, nuzzling softly at him. "I'm sorry I had to do something like that to you... But you hurt me deeply when you couldn't tell me the truth about what you were doing. I need you to tell me that you aren't going to lie to me again."
He purred a little. "I won't lie to you again, my mate. Not about anything."
"Good," she said, and began to untie him. "Now when can I meet Brenne? I want to get to know the other dragoness in my mate's life."
"I..." He shivered with overstimulation while she removed the vibrator and cockring from his penis, groaning as it was finally allowed to fade back into his slit. "I'll set something up as soon as I can. This weekend?"
"Works for me." She finished taking off his restraints, then curled up with him on the bed, purring and nuzzling at his neck while he nuzzled hers. "I love you, Krannac," she murmured, laying her head down to sleep.
"I love you too," he whispered and put his head down next to hers, and they drifted off to sleep together.