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"I think the painting will turn out beautifully," purred Adhara's mother.

"I think I need a massage after posing for so long," said Adhara, and despite how teasingly difficult she had managed to make things for the artist over the last couple of hours she chose to wait for the door to close behind them before she crouched her forelegs and stretched out catlike, groaning as tight muscles reluctantly unwound themselves. "Mmm! You could have hired a photographer, you know."

"Oh, come now. [i]Anyone[/i] can hire a photographer! But commissioning a painting in the draconic style, [i]that[/i] is a far more exclusive privilege, worth both the favor paid to the artist and the time required to let them illustrate their subject properly."

She was not about to argue the point with her mother, who had made a mastery of such maneuvering her life's work; instead she just straightened back up, lifting her wings and splaying the frills behind her jaws. "You know what's even more exclusive? When the subject is someone as impressive as me."

"Now you sound like a proper dragoness," she rumbled in amusement. "And I'm sure no one will argue when they see the result! You'll be the star of the evening, when it comes time to unveil it, and you won't even have to be there yourself."

The emphasis on that last factor was enough for Adhara to throw her mother a bone. "Your effort to work with my preferences is appreciated. Now--I recall you saying something about dinner? Trying your artist's patience gave me quite the appetite." She did not even wait for a response, but padded down the hall in the direction of the dining room: these were her mother's arrangements, and nobody planned out a day more meticulously than she. If she'd been invited for a painting and for dinner, and their involvement in the painting was complete, then dinner awaited their arrival.

She'd half hoped to try her mother's patience as well, but she only said, "I was impressed by his composure. Well--it was composure, or perhaps mortal terror of disappointing me in front of my daughter," she amended, looking as smug as Adhara had a moment before, and somehow contriving to catch up to her in a few strides without looking as if she'd put in any more effort than a sedate prowl. When she saw the hint of surprise in Adhara's expression she added, "believe it or not, I was your age once. And you have far more latitude to conduct your affairs than I did!"

Adhara had scant few memories of her grandmother, but she could certainly imagine an even more stern dragoness in her mother's manner. "She was that strict, was she?"

"You don't want to know," she said with a lash of her tail. "I certainly did not get to live on my own before being mated to your father! Though she at least let me decide whether I was impressed by his courting... which I very much was."

A bright yellow snout poked out of the entryway to the dining room before they could reach it. "Of course you were! How could you have ever resisted my charm?"

"Dad!"

He beamed at her, striding out into the hall and extending a blue-marked wing to drape over her shoulder. "Adhara. It's so good to see you!"

She let him nuzzle her cheeks, sharing a small purr and nuzzling him back. "I thought mom said you weren't going to be able to make it," she said, glancing between the two of them.

"Because I had believed that to be the case, and because your father had many tasks before him that ought to have prevented his abrupt return," she said coolly, green eyes narrowing. "I hope Dame Riolesh did not take your departure as a slight."

"Oh, they were [i]most[/i] accommodating, love," he said, nuzzling around his mate's chin and throat to help thaw her--and from the low rumble and the swishes of the tip of her tail, it took him very little time at all to win her over. "In fact they were quite curious to know more, when I mentioned that I needed to rush home for the occasion of an unexpected visit from my fierce, beautiful, [i]available[/i] daughter."

As much as Adhara appreciated the praise, she couldn't help but groan: for all her father's love and friendliness, he was even more focused than mother on making a match for her so she would settle back into their society and hatch an heir of her own. "Must you?" she said, managing to nudge him into letting them continue into the dining room, where of course not two but three place settings awaited them despite having evidently caught her mother off guard. Ordinarily the room was large enough to accommodate a dozen of their kind in their proper forms, but tonight a set of hanging curtains on tracks sectioned off portions of the room to form a cozier space for the three of them to settle down for their meal.

He still had his wing draped over her back, though he had to reach up to do so; he gave her a little squeeze with it. "All three of those things are true, Adhara," he gave her a nip on the neck before circling the eating area to find his place. "I should hope you wouldn't want to hide it, either! Not your beauty nor your independent nature nor your eligibility--all those together will make you quite the topic of conversation, and well deserved."

"As long as they understand that you can only grant them a chance to [i]meet[/i] me--in the distant future," she hastily added, stretching out her wings briefly before she settled down on her belly on the low padded couch that was her seat around the central dais for their food. "And that you won't be choosing my partner for me."

Her mother thumped her tail on the floor as she sat, signaling for the staff they were ready to be served. "You know full well our own mating wasn't arranged, dear, and we certainly don't mean to do to you what we didn't have to do ourselves."

Father nodded in agreement. "No arranged mating. Really, you have it even easier than your mother--no locks either!"

"Itolen." Mother snapped her teeth sharply, startling the quartet of anthros who had wheeled a pair of carts into the room to serve them, and growled at her mate. "No need to talk about that."

He quieted, though rather than act apologetic he arched his neck smugly instead, while Adhara looked uncertainly back and forth between them. [i]Locks?[/i] Just how strict had Grandmother been? She repressed thoughts of being chained up in some underground dungeon until she agreed to take a mate and took a deep inward breath instead as one of the servers placed a platter bearing a well-spiced, sizzling steak on the stone table before her, her mouth watering instantly at the delicious scents wafting towards her. A bowl of water for her thirst slid into place next to it, and though her belly rumbled she waited for her parents to be ready to eat as well, casting for fresh conversation to banish a silence that suddenly felt awkward. "Whether or not you want to arrange something," she said slowly, "that you both seem to want to... [i]advertise[/i] my relationship status and draw such attention to me still feels like you're... Offering me up like a prize for someone to take."

Her mother re-settled her wings and curled her tail along her side. "We cannot control if others see you that way, just as they cannot control if you choose to reject anyone's advances for any reason that you choose."

"Don't be too anthro-minded," her father said, snout bobbing. "Remember, if you were to choose someone, they would join [i]this[/i] family, just like I did when your mother took me as her mate--not the other way around, like most bipeds do. So any of them would trying to present themselves to you as [i]your[/i] prize."

"As much as I fear I might need to remind you that I am not encouraging you to act horrible, do remember that you are not likely to be courted by anyone bigger than you. If you don't think a dragon is affording you proper respect, or if they make any assumption about your interest that you do not like, then you [i]correct[/i] them," she said, and for emphasis gripped the edges of her beef in her claws and took a bite.

One typically didn't interrupt an eating dragon--especially when mother had just given her permission to dig in herself--but Adhara wasn't done, not when she knew virtually every word from her mother was no doubt intended to sink her claws into her and pull her more deeply back into dragon society. "How will I correct anyone when I am not present to assert myself? As you so neatly arranged, you're not introducing anyone to me, but to that painting of me--" She stopped, not to eat, but to think. "That painting of me, wearing those silks, all but declaring myself available for courting!"

Father lifted his snout from his dinner. "How did she look, Arennia?"

[i]"Gorgeous,"[/i] said her mother, and when Adhara growled to draw attention to her objection she thumped her tail on the floor again. "I told you before you even arrived that I intended to remind the other families that you are unmated, as a means of making certain others hesitate to make their own plans. And I don't recall you saying no to dressing up."

She was forced to acknowledge that mother had made her intentions quite plain--she was the one who hadn't thought deeply enough about the implications prior to now, so she could only huff, "how many more chances would I get to wear something so pretty, and shiny!" Then she finally took a couple of bites herself, and rumbled softly in enjoyment: if there was one thing she couldn't do anywhere else, it was enjoy food this good, while in this shape!

"I can't wait to see how that painting turns out; I'm sure you looked amazing. To think it's been almost fifty years since someone last wore them... Now [i]that[/i] was a sight," he purred across the table at her mother in a way that made Adhara wish she was literally anywhere else. "Even before you account for the missing piece your mother--ow!" he yelped, shaking his snout back and forth when mother buffeted him right on the blue marking on his nose with one of her wings.

"Itolen, we are [i]eating,"[/i] she said firmly.

Adhara was more than happy to bury her snout in her meal and let that topic pass, and the steak was sure worth her attention: perfectly cooked, seasoned, hot and juicy and tasty in a way that she just appreciated so much [i]more[/i] in her true form! Silence descended over the table for a few minutes, until Adhara wasn't so ravenous and was ready to make her next point. "Just as long as you make it clear to your guests that I am to be left alone until [i]I[/i] am ready and not a moment sooner--which is still probably a good decade away. I have no interest in anyone turning up on my doorstep."

"You'll lose the best catches to other dragonesses if you wait," father objected. "You really shouldn't put it off so long."

She snorted. "Then do what you do best. Make them want my favor the same way they want yours. Do just what mother said was the entire purpose of today--make them think they would be wise to wait for me. Besides, by then I'd only be the same age mother was."

"At which point I had been courting her for almost a decade. And who knows how much longer she might have held out, if I wasn't so ravishing and she wasn't so frustrated--" Again he was interrupted, this time by a bite on the nose, but he growled back at mother instead of backing down this time. "I told you she'd need it."

"We were done with this conversation fifteen years ago," mother replied frostily.

Mother had reacted so strongly to whatever implication he'd kept making that Adhara couldn't help but ask this time. "Do I want to know?"

"You do not," said mother.

"Some noble dragonesses grow to be so ferociously independent that they have no interest in a mate, which is a problem when your family needs an heir." Mother sighed, but since she didn't bite him again it seemed this was permission to continue without further objection. "So for many years it was practice among powerful families like ours to take away a little of that independence to help encourage them to choose a mate and make sure their families had future generations to look forward to."

"A nonsensical tradition," mother scoffed, "which was horribly outdated, already abandoned by most families anyway, and long past due for our line to put an end to as well. Which is why [i]our[/i] daughter did not have to suffer," she hissed, tail lashing.

Father smirked across the table at mother. "Your mother is just irritated because she had to wear that belt for almost twenty years, before she finally accepted me and I got to unlock her. Even if it did make her [i]squirm[/i] so adorably when I was courting her."

Adhara's frills drooped and she felt her snout flush hot when she figured it out, a moment before mother's grudging explanation. They [i]had[/i] to be kidding.

[i]"You[/i] wear a chastity belt for twenty years then and let's see how you fare. Which, Adhara, is precisely why I put my paw down and broke said tradition, so you would not have to endure it like I did." Her paw thumped down on the floor in echo.

It was all Adhara could do not to bury her snout in her paws. It was too surreal. One of her deepest fantasies--gods, twenty years pent up?--and her mother had lived it? Sought to make sure Adhara didn't have to? "You've got to be kidding," she said, and her own tail lashed as her mind raced for the right way to react. What would be the most normal thing to say in this situation by someone who didn't spend like half of every month locked in chastity and enjoying it? "Chastity belts? What, like from one of those nonsense medieval stories? You're not serious."

"Unfortunately, it was the truth. [i]Was.[/i] Thanks to my mother's traditionalism, we were just about the last family that still did it, too," she growled, wings lifting a little and claws digging ever so slightly into her couch in agitation. "And thank goodness we all stopped--you think being spoken about like a prize would feel degrading? Try every male who courts you thinking they just needed to get you [i]hot[/i] enough and you'd be their mate just for the relief."

Adhara really, very, desperately did not want to think about that right then.

"It [i]did[/i] make you very desirable," said father. "The way you moved, the way you spoke, by the end I could tell it was getting to you so much..."

"You [i]were[/i] very impressive, courting," she admitted in a wistful tone to match his, and Adhara pressed her paws over her eyes. If only the floor could just swallow her up to get her away from not just this subject, but having to listen to her parents reminisce about it in a way that threatened to turn her off one of her favorite things!

"Can we, please, talk about [i]anything[/i] else," she finally managed to grit out before she had to hear another word about the intimacies of their relationship or their own experiences with the kink she was now more determined than ever to make sure her parents [i]never[/i] learned of her interest in.

"With pleasure," mother growled, snapping her teeth at father when he flashed one final grin across the table, and Adhara took the opportunity to lap up quite a bit of the blessedly cool water from her drinking bowl to wash down the end of her meal--and that topic of conversation. "How has work been going? Have they managed somehow to resist putting the whole company in your talons? I did try to warn you, it's only natural for a dragon of your caliber to wind up running the place."

Oh thank goodness--Adhara could talk about work all night if she needed to. "Not quite yet, though they keep giving me larger and larger projects to manage," she said. "They gave me a 12-story apartment building a few months ago and I'm running the whole project. It's so much more complicated than even just designing one--there is so much coordination, and I'm the one who has to keep everyone on schedule! Our architecture, the civil, the geotech, the engineers, and making sure all of them are keeping the owner happy... Dealing with all the people at the county who need to approve it..."

"So you've got all those different teams of people, all listening to you?" father perked his snout. "Sounds like good practice for when you come home for good and we start passing you the reins for some of [i]our[/i] projects."

Mother had made that comparison herself a few times, when she described what it took to run even the smaller builds at the office, and as much as she didn't want to think of it in those terms--of all the future responsibilities she'd have as heir to the family--maybe it [i]was[/i] true. "It's [i]hard.[/i] It takes so much energy! And I'm sure by the time I feel like I understand the dynamic and I know how to handle everything for this building, the project will be over, and then on to the next one with a different team that behaves in different ways who I need to teach all of the different facets that need balance again, and why they have to do this, and can't do that... And then the code cycle will change and [i]I[/i] have to re-learn all the rules..."

Mother nuzzled her and rumbled. "If you can handle all that, you'll be fine when you come home at last. Especially if you're also managing to keep up a social life, and those hikes you sent me pictures of, and those board games you and Marie play, on top of everything at work! I think we'll be in good paws in our later years, Itolen," she said.

"Speaking of," he leaned his snout forward. "Though I did my best, one of the Riolesh [i]did[/i] insist on joining my escort home, and the dragon was fast enough to keep up. He's a sharp fellow, and he's close to your age--"

Though she'd survived her parents' earlier flirting with each other--barely--this was a leap too far: Adhara all but flapped her wings in her rush to get up from her lounge. "Dad, absolutely not! You are not introducing me to any dragons the [i]one[/i] time I come home!"

"Your father always was so impatient," said mother, narrowing her eyes briefly at him before arching her neck to scratch it with a wing-joint. "But their clan is fairly close to ours, so they would not be too insulted if you don't make time for an introduction tonight. That said, if you'd like to turn the situation for your own ends," a favorite theme of mother's, "giving him a few minutes to try for your favor would at least be an opportunity to practice both your manners, and how to tell a dragon [i]no."[/i]

She stomped a hind paw and growled. "Or I could tell [i]you two[/i] no. I came home for a private dinner. That's all. If dinner is over, then it's time for me to get going."

"Then put him out of your mind," she sighed, extending a paw to pat Adhara's own. "Adhara dear, you don't have to meet him if you don't want to. If it will make you feel better, if he even pokes his snout into the same room as you before you leave, I will bite him myself."

Her dad [i]did[/i] look remorseful, if far less so than mother. "Won't you at least stay for dessert? We haven't been able to spend time with you for so long. Maybe we could play one of those board games together that you'd recommended."

She knew the wise move--the move that didn't give them any more chances to try to keep her coming back and getting far more involved in the draconic half of her life--would have been to keep her resolve and leave, but she just couldn't. It [i]did[/i] feel nice to be home in the company of her parents again; she'd hardly spent any time with her father, and surely they would be too intent on the game--as properly competitive dragons--to badger her too much while they played... She gradually folded her wings in and settled back onto her lounge, and was rewarded with nuzzles from both of them, as her mother drummed her tail on the floor to signal the next course.

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Adhara should have left, of course. Dessert and conversation led into a couple of hands of Territory, followed by a game of Seven Hoards, and then it was late enough at night that retiring to her old room at the manor for bed felt far more appealing than the three-hour drive home. She knew her parents were trying their hardest to stall her departure in their subtle and not so subtle ways, but at the same time--once one more bite from mother got her dad to stop bringing up her relationship status--she could tell how [i]happy[/i] they were to have her around, and the time apart had given them a little more space to have plenty of things to talk about that weren't the sore points of their family bonds, so the evening felt far less exhausting and maddening than she'd feared it might.

Not that it wasn't still plenty tiring. She slipped into her room with a yawn and a long stretch, and couldn't help but smile at the sight of her low, broad bed, which looked to have been freshly fluffed up by her parents' staff in anticipation of convincing her to stay the night. She had hardly stepped into her old bedroom in the last ten years and yet it was all so familiar, the thick rugs on the floor, the shelving full of the sorts of little treasures a young dragon would first hoard along with old photographs and paintings, the space that had seemed like a cavern as a fledgling feeling still spacious but better suited to her now-adult size. This was one of the few places where she could sleep in her true body--and fit on the bed while she did--and it was so soft and warm and comfortable when she slithered her way across the sheets and wriggled into a comfortable position... Mmmm! She stretched again, kneaded the blankets gently with her claws, and settled down to fall asleep...

And she waited. And waited, and rolled over and huffed and waited some more, but her mind kept circling back to that dinner conversation.

Had her mom [i]really[/i] spent twenty years in a chastity belt?

Adhara had no idea whether to feel relieved or envious. Oh she'd certainly [i]fantasized[/i] about such things, but she'd never made it to even half a year herself without deciding she'd gone plenty long and gotten bored and was ready for some freedom to liven things up again! Surely the frustration would get old after a little while--and then there would still be [i]so much[/i] time to keep waiting--but wasn't that also the fun of it? The fact that she'd have no control and could only learn to live with the denial... And to think of having some sexy male dragon showing off and trying to turn her on while she was in such a state, [i]nhh.[/i] It was nearly enough to make her put a paw between her hind legs; instead she grunted and rolled over and curled up again.

But as a headwind, there was the fact that her keyholder wouldn't be whichever hot dragon was teasing her, it'd be her [i]parents,[/i] whose insistence that all she'd have to do to get relief would be to accept one of their handpicked dragons as her mate would surely feel so, [i]so[/i] much less sexy than a tease-expert friend like Marie being the one to tell her she couldn't be unlocked yet... right? Even if they'd also be even more merciless than her friends... She also had to wonder: if she didn't have a choice in the matter, would she have wound up still being into it? Or would she be resenting a chastity belt just like all of mother's other strict family rules heaped onto her wings back before she moved out? Especially with the way dad had talked about how he [i]still[/i] thought she should be locked up!

She lifted her snout from the blankets. He had made it sound like they still had that chastity belt somewhere, and for mother to have found it so vexing, it must have been a very secure belt indeed to try even her patience--or perhaps belts, plural, one for the true form and one for the anthro form? Or an enchanted one that would bind both? While Adhara's own chastity belts back at her place were pretty nice, she imagined they wouldn't hold a candle to whatever her parents might have locked around her hips if they'd stuck to tradition: something worthy of such a noble line of dragons, something strict and maybe magical, something that she wouldn't be able to find any ways around and [i]definitely[/i] wouldn't be able to cum through...

It still took another half an hour of tossing and turning and circling and pacing and trying to calm down by reminiscing about the mementos throughout the room before Adhara's curiosity finally got the better of her, but curiosity won out in the end. Something about the story still felt unreal to her, but if she could just find the evidence, [i]see[/i] that chastity belt--not take it, not wear it, just look--then maybe she'd believe it. Her tail twitching, she crept back across the sleeping house in the sort of near silence only a hunter could replicate, then down the basement ramp to the family vault sheltering beneath the estate. The door was heavy and glowed with intimidating spellwork, all of which flashed soundlessly and then opened right up for her when it felt a member of the family standing before it, admitting her to the chambers that stored all her bloodline's most precious relics and heirlooms.

Lights switched on to illuminate the trove, which was as thoroughly organized as she remembered, and she paced the main chamber slowly, snout tilting this way and that as she looked around: this would take either a few minutes or forever, if the way [i]she[/i] thought things would be organized proved to follow the same logic as mother's. It was a vast collection, but she had a clue: she'd just spent two hours that day staring at the brass-banded chest where the traditional mating silks were stored, and if [i]she[/i] were the one curating the hoard, it seemed as if it'd be only natural that family heirlooms tied to pre-mating-ceremony rituals should be located together. Her main concern was that there might be a multitude of chests that all shared the same appearance, but thankfully that proved not to be the case as she began to inspect the various collections! There were massive crates, tiny containers, chests reinforced with painted iron or true steel or made only from wood, keeping some treasures concealed while others could be admired through glass display cases, all of which were [i]very[/i] pretty and difficult not to grow distracted by. She wasn't here to look at gemstones or jewelry, she reminded herself after gazing a little too long at a gem-studded crown; she was searching for a chastity belt.

It took a little while, but she found the chest she sought in one of the side rooms near the back, sitting on a low shelf with a jewelry box to one side and a row of similar chests beside it. While the the rooms upstairs were kept perfectly clean, the staff were not allowed down here and thus the vault was perhaps the only place in the house that dust could be found, making the container with the silks stand out by virtue of being the one that looked so much more recently disturbed than the rest. She peeked into the box just to make sure she was in the right place, smiled when she saw the folded silks and bracelets and tiara she'd worn that afternoon nestled inside together, then shut it again and moved down the line to explore the rest. The first she opened held bundled canvas marked with dragonscript that might have been banners, the second seemed too small for a belt but she checked it anyway--there was a jeweled egg inside that she was surprised wasn't on display somewhere--and the third...

Adhara quivered. It was real after all.

Slits in the velvet lining held a pair of keys to the roof of the chest, and below them lay the chastity belt itself. Despite how old it must have been the steel was still flawless, without rust or claw marks, even where runes of dragonscript--some sort of spellwork--had been carved into the surfaces. The shape of it was so familiar compared to what she had back home: the hinged bands that would encircle her hips, a latch and keyhole where they and the curved plate that would go between her legs came together, the way the steel widened where it'd guard her sex to ensure she couldn't touch too close to where she wanted before splitting into narrower pieces that would go around her tail to connect to the hip-band at the base of her tail... The mere existence of the belt was enough to spread a blush onto her jaw frills, but her breath caught and her snout really flushed hot when she found the belt had a large draconic dildo attached to the inside!

The sight alone was enough to make her squirm, and that was before she even took a moment to consider the implications--not just the implications for what her mother must have endured but the implications for her burgeoning fantasies about that chastity belt! It was fat, and shaped to mimic a dragon's length rather than just a plain smooth shape, with ridges and a flaring, tapered head that made her hind claws dig into the floor as she thought about feeling it teasing inside her for any length of time--let alone long term! Though she couldn't bring herself to reach into the chest and touch the chastity belt to find out, the dildo didn't [i]look[/i] removable, nor did it look as if it would be easy to tell it was there from the outside--at least, other than by the wearer's surely very wriggly, needy behavior! She leaned over the chest to peer more closely, counting the spell-runes and for once wishing she'd made more of a study of draconic magic: there were quite a few characters carved into the bands of the belt--even one on the shaft itself--and she longed to know what they did. Durability? Orgasm denial? Size adjustments? Comfort? There were so many possibilities and her runaway imagination wanted to know so much more! It must have been [i]so[/i] teasing to mother, to its previous wearers--and mother was known for her decorum, for her cool head, how had she been able to stand a tease like that, on and on without a break for [i]decades![/i] And still had any will in her to be patient, to choose the right dragon for her, to do... anything? The more she looked about it, thought about it, the more she squirmed...

"If you were looking for the silks from earlier this afternoon, they're a few chests to your left."

Adhara leapt like a startled cat, scraping her wingtips on the ceiling as she whirled around to find her mother prowling into the room, and while she'd planned to make a desire to look at the silks again her cover story if she found one of her parents down here that had fled her mind entirely at the sight of the chastity belt and its insert. Instead she could only yelp, "Mom!" And then plowed right on into asking, "you-- you seriously had to wear this thing? For years? How did you not... go crazy!"

"Do recall that these devices were [i]meant[/i] to drive a dragoness a little crazy," she rumbled in amusement, settling on her haunches next to her to look into the box as well. "But yes, it was... [i]difficult.[/i] Especially when your mother expects you to maintain perfect manners and dignity despite knowing full well what you are dealing with."

Being so worked up, being stuffed full like that, yet expected to behave as if nothing was bothering her... Adhara fought not to wiggle or dwell on the idea, for it was way too close to certain fantasies of hers and it was not the time to think about those when her mother was sitting right next to her! But it was hard to have anything else on her mind while staring at that [i]thick,[/i] detailed dragon shaft... "I'd thought you had meant just the belt. Not--you know--that [i]toy!"[/i]

The older dragoness shifted her weight in a way that seemed a bit too familiar to her wriggle-suppressing daughter. "Yes, that piece was a particular challenge. You know, [i]my[/i] mother tried to tell me that this contraption would be a rite of passage for a dragoness of our noble line. I can still remember her exact words, too." Her tone grew even more lofty and precise as she continued, "by learning to bear keeping this company each day, and to maintain your composure and your fortitude despite knowing its presence so [i]intimately,[/i] you will know your will can triumph over anything. You may even come to think of the dragonhood you feel as an old friend, if you have the patience," she said, and then snorted in such a derisive way it was nearly enough to make Adhara chuckle along with her--until she went on, "though not I, as I was far more interested in what your father had to offer, once I finally got the chance..."

"Mom--please," she interrupted. "I do not need to hear that about you two!"

She tilted her head with the slightest of smirks. "Regardless, I felt there were better ways to raise a daughter; I'm sure you'll be ready to let a likely dragon court you once you've come around to it on your own terms, with no need to resort to... this." Mother paused a beat, then added, "I presume you appreciate that I chose not to follow more traditional methods?"

It took everything Adhara had not to flinch--she still had hardly looked away from the chastity belt. "Yes--yes I definitely appreciate it," she stuttered, trying very hard to sound grateful rather than envious and not give mother such an obvious trail to follow. "Thank you for not letting dad put this--" She lashed her tail as her mind leapt to her next object of disbelief. "Families [i]seriously[/i] put dragonesses in these? I'd think parents would be trying to keep--things--[i]out[/i] of their daughters. Not trying to stuff her like a turkey!" she said, managing somehow not to writhe at the thought of being so stuffed herself.

"Mmm. Not the worst metaphor, though a turkey would probably get a little hotter in the oven," she mused, which helped Adhara finally get the fat dildo out of her vision by virtue of pressing her forepaws to her head in embarrassment. "But yes, your father was quite keen to have you... [i]stuffed,[/i] to put it your way, especially when the two of us weren't able to manage any more eggs. I insisted it was not necessary until he finally submitted, and we let you pass into adulthood without learning of it," she leaned her snout a little closer, "until you started asking these questions. Has your curiosity been satisfied?"

No, it [i]really[/i] hadn't, but she needed to wait until she'd returned home to see what it felt like to have a big toy under a chastity belt while she was in this shape--she could not possibly imagine anything more awkward or embarrassing than trying to cope with the maddening stimulation of a big dragon-cock like that freshly locked inside her under the eyes of her parents! She put her paws back down and stared at the chastity some more. That dildo was [i]so[/i] thick, and teasing, to think of how it'd feel between her hind legs...

Her mother was too incisive to take her pause as anything other than indecision. "It [i]would[/i] make your father happy to see you wear it, you know. Before bed he was telling me just how certain he had always been that you'd need it, now that our old arguments had resurfaced. As for me, even if it would mean all that effort of mine to keep you from it was for nothing, I would at least take comfort in seeing some evidence that you intend to take your inheritance seriously! Provided that is why you have chastity on your mind, of course," she said, and Adhara could [i]feel[/i] her gaze taking in every slight blush or twitch as she probed at her antsy behavior.

"I-I--" She struggled to think of something to get mother off the scent of her kinky curiosity, to make herself look away from it, to somehow get the chastity belt off her mind! "I think... I don't need to know any more about traditional dragon courting! This is absurd," she said, jerking her head around and snapping her teeth, shaking herself all over as she did to try to clear her thoughts.

The way her mother blinked at her made her fear just how unconvincing she might have been, but she only said mildly, "I am sure you will do better, anyway, if you have a clearer mind when dragons begin to court you. Because remember, as our heir, you must be evaluating not just how they get along with you personally, but the pros and cons of bringing them and their relations so close to our own family, and who would grant the most valuable combination of love and power if you accepted them. And seeing how this seems to have so gotten inside your head without even getting inside [i]you,[/i] it will surely be better for our prospects if you are not distracted so," she said, leaving Adhara still more mortified that she could not rein in her fantasies!

"There is no way that wouldn't distract even the most strong-minded dragoness," she huffed, instinctively trying to deflect the attention--and defend herself. "Even you!"

"It [i]did[/i] take considerable practice, and concentration--that is concentration on the parts of the future that [i]really[/i] mattered, not the potential for future relief," she amended, nipping at her cheek. "But you [i]are[/i] my daughter; I'm sure you could forge the same power of will if you put your mind to it."

Adhara could only imagine how strongly future relief would be weighing on her mind, uncertain whether to squirm from the discomfort of her own mother making such suggestions or the [i]other[/i] thoughts the chastity belt stirred in her, and growing increasingly desperate to escape the conversation before anything even more embarrassing happened--but her mother was between her and the exit! At least she finally managed to look away and find enough indignation in herself to growl. "Mom, stop it! Are you trying to spare me from that thing or not?"

"I was about to ask whether or not you wanted me to," she replied, far too insightfully, "as your questions had left me wondering just how much you wanted to know. But it was never my intention to hold those keys over your head, so unless you ask me otherwise, I am perfectly willing to consider the matter closed." And true to her word she flipped the lid of the chest shut rather than push her further, much to Adhara's relief.

[i]"Thank[/i] you," Adhara said, though the fantasy of the steel wrapped around her hindquarters and holding that fat toy inside her proved difficult to shake and she was horribly certain her mother could tell. "Now having learned... [i]way[/i] too much for one night, I think I'd like to get back to bed."

"Of course." Purring softly, she nuzzled her and licked her cheeks, then rose and headed for the exit herself. "Do make sure you get enough sleep, I don't want you driving home exhausted tomorrow."

She nodded in agreement, stretching, then froze when she had a thought: "Mom?"

Mother looked back at her over her wings. "Yes?"

"Please don't tell dad about..." She gestured vaguely with a wingtip. "This. I really don't want to hear about it again over breakfast."

"So long as you don't somehow endeavor to join us at the table wearing the chastity belt, I won't breathe a word to him," she said, leaving her spluttering trying to think of just how to protest such a suggestion, but before Adhara could figure out a retort she purred, "goodnight, dear," and padded off back to bed.

Adhara sagged in relief when finally she had the vault to herself again, not certain if she'd ever in her life felt a hotter flush of embarrassment in her jaw frills. There was no way her mother would have said [i]that[/i] if her interest in the chastity belt hadn't been so obvious, and that her curiosity had put her in such a position--and that she couldn't do a better job of concealing it--made her tail lash behind her! She glanced back at the now-closed chest, taking a deep breath to steady herself. At least she hadn't arrived a minute or two later, when without interruption she might have grown so tempted that she'd been in the midst of trying the thing on... And how mortifying [i]that[/i] would have been was enough to turn her off sticking around for any further inspection of that far-too-enticing device, though longing--and arousal--lingered, making her paws drag as she left the vault. If only she could somehow get it home to try on with Marie where it'd be so much more fun!

She paused and glanced over her shoulder, but no: there was no way she could smuggle it to her car without her parents noticing... assuming her scheming parents didn't leave it in her trunk themselves as another means to try to tempt her into rejoining their society at last. She'd have to be content to replicate the experience as best she could with her own gear, and try not to think about how close she might have come to wearing it for real, for a very long time!

Or maybe fantasize about that quite a bit, if she could just make sure she kept mom and dad out of her mind when she did...