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"Ready?"

Arennia took a deep, steadying breath, closing her eyes and gradually drawing air in... back out, willing the sudden tension she felt to drain back out of her as she exhaled. She'd been planning this conversation for so long: the reasons why, what objections might be raised and her counter arguments to those, point after point and possibility after possibility. The dragoness was prepared for this. She'd been thinking about it day after day, lounging and idly rubbing a paw between her hind legs as she worked through her expectations, and now today she'd bring herself closer to getting that maddening chastity belt [i]off[/i] at last! Itolen lifted his snout beneath hers and nuzzled just behind her jaw, purring softly to reassure her, and long years of practice helped her keep from trembling from his touch and scent even as her pussy quivered around the thick draconic dildo locked inside. Oh how she longed for him...

Soon, he would be hers. They'd take the next step now.

She tilted her snout and stepped forward to round the corner and set off down the hall, one smooth graceful step after another, head held high and tail kept modestly low despite the cascade of stimulation set off by her gait. Side to side the toy shifted within her, following the motion of her hips and making her feel every teasing detail: the ridges, the tapered head, the subtle knot, all of which still felt as strainingly thick as it had the day she'd been locked in! It was only thanks to eighteen years of training to maintain the [i]utmost[/i] self-control that she kept her breath level and stride steady, even if her body yearned to fling herself down onto the floor with her tail up and hind legs spread to let the big dragon she felt claim her, ride her, finally after all these years make her [i]cum...[/i] Hopefully soon the lithe yellow-and-blue dragon by her side would bring that fantasy to life. He certainly seemed endowed and capable enough...

The dragoness allowed one brief toss of her head to clear her thoughts when they reached the threshold of the sitting room, and then her mind was--nearly--all business as she led Itolen inside. The two elder dragonesses within reclined on long, astoundingly comfortable dragon-accommodating lounges, and looked up from their tea and conversation as she led him in. "Mother," she said to the striped green dragoness.

"Mother," purred Itolen to the yellow dragoness who sat across from her.

Her own mother's snout leaned forward expectantly. She knew her daughter too well not to understand exactly why she'd arranged for Itolen to bring his mother when he'd come to visit, but she'd let her be the one to make the announcement. "What can we do for you two?"

The tension returned to her: the moment was here, she was going to say it, she'd come so far--her tunnel clamped on the dildo, the only outlet she had that wouldn't show--and she managed, barely, to delicately extend a wing and drape it over Itolen's back without shivering. "I have decided to claim Itolen as my mate."

He beamed at her proudly, and his mother's eyes brightened; and though her mother said more neutrally, "have you now?" she could see from the way she re-settled her tail that she was pleased.

"Yes. His charm, sharpness of mind, and physical ability will be an asset to our family," she said, trying to think about his swiftness and skill in the air rather than his dragonhood she wanted to replace the girth presently keeping her sex stretched taut. "As will the opportunity to so closely align his family to our own," she added, bobbing her snout towards his mother to acknowledge her.

"On that we are in agreement," her mother rumbled, as she'd known she would: in addition to being excellent company, his lineage was both wealthy and well-connected. The real clash would come next. "So I have no objection to your claim; I hope you would not have any of your own, Grahena dear."

Itolen's mother smiled. "Not at all, Hathra! The two of you have my [i]encouragement,"[/i] she said to the couple, and her voice took on a far saucier tone as she added, "just so long as you are only declaring you mean to [i]claim[/i] him because you're looking forward to what you'll be doing after your mating ceremony, and not because you mean to steal my son from me."

Arennia very much wanted to throw Itolen to the ground and claim him for as much as he might have the stamina to give her, but she kept in check any growl or blush or flinch in response to her desire or how she wished she could be more rude and snap at anyone who teased her about this infernal steel she was trapped in--except deep inside her, where she quivered again around the toy--and Itolen did not help matters by smirking at her and leaning against her beneath her wing. Thankfully her mother spared her the need to think up a response that wouldn't sound either embarrassingly horny or overly defensive by saying, "we would never dream of such a thing! My daughter just knows the traditional view of what their mating will represent, back when a dragoness selecting her intended was a bit more... forceful. The two of us will have a full year to negotiate your mate-price, not to worry."

And there was the part she'd spent most of her time preparing to argue about. Intimately aware that all that time chaste was straining even her patience (and her sex) Itolen helped her get things started by huffing, "we have been courting for near a decade; surely everyone has known that our mating has been [i]when[/i] more than [i]if[/i] for ages. I think we could get away with holding our ritual sooner than that."

"Is that so?" Hathra perked her snout to one side, glancing between the two of them; she reached into a drawer beneath her tea-table and withdrew a calendar, though Arennia could tell she was flipping through the months more for effect than because she actually needed to consult it. "There will be a blue moon just before the turning of the year, which would be an auspicious time to bring your claws together."

She'd expected her mother to object, not to offer something far sooner than she'd even planned to request herself! The date was hardly more than two months away, and for a long, achingly needy moment Arennia was tempted to call her bluff, only encouraged by the fantasies instantly filling her mind of Itolen climbing onto her back and fucking her silly and how the moment could be mere [i]months[/i] from reality if she just said yes..! Her cleft trembled around those teasing ridges, longing to milk a thick shaft pumping hard in and out of her, and somehow the only way she showed her desperation was to ever so slightly dig her claws into the rug. Oh how she wished... But a bluff was exactly what it was, for mother knew she could never say yes to such a date: if she did, everyone would say she'd been driven mad by her chastity belt and it had made her surrender, to [i]need[/i] to call for a ceremony so abruptly, and that reputation would follow her the rest of her life, make the other families think they could take advantage of her! She forced herself to keep her tail tucked and her hind legs together no matter how strong the needy heat in her rebelled, pushing the lust down, to speak steadily, "an ambitious date, but too soon. We must give our guests a chance to ensure our engagement will not force them to make difficult decisions," she said, leaning on the objections she'd expected her mother might make to her own desired dates to recover from her surprise. "The summer solstice would be far more suitable."

"You would give them an even more difficult decision!" she scoffed. "They would have hardly a day to attend to the seasonal rites and then travel here for your mating, and some of our more distant allies would surely be forced to choose between one or the other."

"Let them take a plane, then," insisted Arennia. "The anthro way of flying may not be as efficient, but it [i]is[/i] swift, and can drastically shorten a long journey. They would have plenty of time."

Her mother extended her wings, displaying their markings for emphasis. "A proper dragon would only trust her own wings, and you know some of my generation--let alone any of the elders--would never make such arrangements. It is out of the question."

"Then perhaps midsummer," Itolen suggested. "Not just plenty of time to travel, but [i]easy[/i] travel, with how good warm air will be for flying. Not to mention all the daylight will give us plenty of light for the ceremonies!"

Arennia didn't mind backtracking a month or two--the solstice had always been her boldest hope which she hadn't expected to win--but she'd planned to try to press her points a little further before sliding! She nipped Itolen's neck for his impatience, quieting him, but there was no sense trying to push the date forward to her original suggestion now so she only said, "the winds that season also push right along the cliffs, rather than the less consistent weather patterns of fall. It will be less likely to be impacted by weather that time of year."

"Hot weather [i]does[/i] make for hot passions," Grahena said, rumbling in amusement, which led to Itolen bumping his hips against hers again. She disguised a needy grinding motion on that huge dragon-cock beneath her belt in a counter of her hip nudging back against his own, holding her breath so she didn't gasp--she certainly wouldn't need the help getting any hotter!

But when her mother said, "I hardly think they'd need any assistance on that front," she felt her snout flush hot that she might as well have known exactly why she'd really swung her hindquarters, to speak her thought aloud like that! "But as one who was mated in the depths of winter, I can say for a fact [i]cold[/i] temperatures are just as amenable to the proceedings. Nothing like winter's chill to make you want to get deep into your cave and nestle in against your love's scales for a good, long time," she purred, pausing briefly to let them think about such a snuggle full of warmth and ecstasy... "Not that I am saying you must wait [i]that[/i] long, but any dragoness of my line will give their guests a full year to prepare. It makes for better attendance, a better ceremony, better gifts... and a better night for the two of you afterward, as well."

That single thrust had been a mistake: now her body craved more, and even with all her self-control she needed several breaths to rein in her desire with her body and that ever-present sensation of straining around the toy warring against her all the while. Itolen came to her rescue again by filling the silence with another attempt of his own: "that's what I meant! Everyone has known for the longest time that our ceremony would be coming, so they will have been thinking about our ritual and what gifts to put together for years already. If not for the fact that she was still wearing her chastity belt and maiden silks at all the gatherings we've been to, dragons might have been likely to think we were already a pair!"

Recalling the maddening tease of maintaining constant, perfect decorum at all those social events despite her never-ending lust only gave her still more need to re-collect herself, but Grahena followed in her son's wake without any interruption, giving her a little more time. "Oh, unbend a little and let them call the ceremony a little early. We will still have [i]plenty[/i] of time to negotiate, and there ought to be any number of perfectly suitable dates to choose from where no one will be put in a bind between the union of our families and some other obligation. Remember, the sooner your daughter is unlocked, the sooner we'll have grand-eggs to look forward to!"

Maybe she wasn't helpful after all, as [i]now[/i] her imagination was flooded by how it would feel for Itolen to flood her with his cum to [i]make[/i] those precious dragon eggs! The barrier between her outward calm and her inward desperately needy squeezes on the dildo was tenuous indeed, the stimulation made still more maddening by how she felt every eye turn to her and await her attempt to further the argument rather than what she was so dreadfully certain they all must know she [i]wanted[/i] to do instead, no matter how well she kept from showing her desire. "Everyone will be fully prepared, the weather will be perfect, and we'll have all the daylight we could ever want to put on a grand ceremony," Arennia said, thanking all her preparation for helping the words come out evenly. "Waiting to the fall may satisfy [i]tradition,[/i] but it also delays both the effect of the two of us working together as a mated pair, of our families being bonded by our mating, and the production of my own heir."

She was almost too busy congratulating herself for speaking instead of moaning to register the first few words of her mother's response. "Traditions may be inconvenient from time to time, but they are also part of what makes us who we are. If we shed one tradition for the sake of mere convenience, dragons may wonder, what other traditions might we abandon for our own advantage? It will make them believe us less honorable." She growled softly. "You hear what dragons say about heirs whose families do not keep them in chastity, as you are... Whisperings that perhaps an egg was conceived before the heir and her partner were mated, or perhaps that it was made with another dragon entirely! I will not give other dragons cause to have [i]any[/i] doubts about our family."

Arennia didn't let herself think about how much sex she and Itolen might have had already if she hadn't spent her entire adulthood stuffed and locked, as her head was clouded enough as it was without fantasizing even more about him pounding her--clearly saying anything about tradition had been the wrong ploy, regardless of the advantages she'd raised, and as much as she had argued with her mother about her chastity belt over the last couple of decades it wouldn't help to return to [i]that[/i] topic now. No, when mother got riled up like this, appeasement was the only option, and as much as her pride and aching need for relief wanted to keep trying she could feel how tense her hindquarters were getting around that shaft... especially when, as matriarch, ultimately whatever her mother wanted would be final no matter how much she worked herself up trying to convince her. She bent her forelegs and bobbed her snout in a brief bow, not sure whether to blush even worse at Itolen's brief expression of surprise at her surrender. "As you wish, mother. I have been very patient," she said, as if she needed reminding, "and I will be patient until next October's full moon."

Hathra purred in pleasure. "The twentieth of October it is. I'll send word at once for preparations to begin, and let the two of you begin work on the guest list." She drew herself up and said, "and let me be the first to wish you both Congratulations. Itolen, I look forward to welcoming you to our family, and to honoring you with the key to my daughter's chastity."

He bowed his head in turn, his tail swaying back and forth happily. "We will both look forward to the occasion!" he said, which prompted [i]his[/i] mother to arch her neck in amusement at the innuendo it plainly was. "And to getting to call you matriarch myself."

"Ohh, I'm going to be [i]so[/i] proud of you," Grahena said. "Congratulations! It'll be a marvelous occasion. I'm sure the year will pass in no time at all, no matter how far away it must feel. Keep yourselves busy, and before you know it your mating day will be here! I assure you, you both will have [i]plenty[/i] to occupy you."

"As will we." Hathra nudged at the other elder dragoness's wing with her own. "Why don't you two start thinking about some of the details, and let us begin our negotiations?"

Arennia was thankful for the dismissal, as she could increasingly only think of the details on the dildo pressing against her walls. "We certainly will," she said, "and thank you both for your consent and congratulations."

She turned and left with practiced control, a curl of her tail on Itolen's wrist urging him to follow. Calm, serene, graceful, she repeated to herself, snout high and tail low while the toy's steady motion stoked her higher with every step, but she would remain calm, serene, graceful, no matter the arousal raging beneath the surface... well. Once they were around the corner and alone in the hall, perhaps she put a little extra sway into her hips as she walked, but that was for her future mate's benefit as much as her own! Glancing over her shoulder, she watched his gaze follow her rump for several paces, then rumbled softly to redirect his attention and shared a rare teasing smile that had him nipping playfully at the tip of her tail. But even then, despite the extra sensation from both the dildo swaying and his teeth sending those little jolts all the way up her spine that got crossed up somewhere with the pleasure until they felt exciting too, she still maintained her decorum until they had made it all the way back to her bedroom and shut the door behind them.

"Arennia!" Itolen yelped, springing forward and wrapping her up in his forelegs and wings to nuzzle all along her chin and throat. "We did it! We're going to be mates!"

"Mmmm! At long last, love..." She purred to him, settling onto her haunches and [i]finally[/i] giving in and thrusting firmly on the toy buried in her; her whole body quivered from the spark of stimulation that ran through her, and she leaned closer against him for support, which he gave readily despite her slightly greater size.

"I know, I know. We tried! But you know how your mother is when she's got a [i]tradition[/i] in her teeth. I guess it'll be a while longer yet before those keys will work in my claws," he said, continuing to nuzzle her as one of his paws trailed its way down her chest and her underbelly until it reached the latch of her belt, then lower, where the feeling of his clawtips trailing over the scales to either side of that impenetrable gusset plate made her briefly grit her teeth and huff, scales rustling as he touched the nearest most sensitive place he could. She continued to grind against his paw and the toy both, claws curling as warmth and pleasure radiated from the subtle motions of the cock she was doing her very best to ride but knew full well would only get her so far!

She growled, half from the sensation and half from her frustration, and he chuckled, nuzzling her throat again as she rubbed herself into his paw. "That bad, hmm?"

"You're a tease," she huffed again, nipping at his snout and neck but not pushing him or his paw away. "So was your mother. So was [i]my[/i] mother! And I've told you how the belt gets whenever anyone brings up such prurient subjects." She thumped her tail on the floor.

"I do recall," he said, slowly grinning more and more as she kept grinding on his paw and that achingly fat shaft. "It makes you think about getting mounted, and seeing as I'm now your intended, you must have been fantasizing quite vividly about having me on your back, hm?" He nibbled back at her knowingly, as his words put those thoughts right into her head--though she hardly needed any help from the belt's enchantments at the moment to have a rough ride from her future mate playing in intimate detail across her mind!

"That sounds like [i]your[/i] fantasies, little dragon," she said, whole body flinching when one of those thrusts felt especially good; she let him keep teasing her a little longer with his stroking paw and nuzzling snout, then shook out her wings to make him give her space--and immediately began to bully him towards her large, low bed, nipping at his snout and swatting at his shoulders and flanks with her forepaws to move him where she wanted him. "We both know you're most likely to spend that evening on [i]your[/i] back while I take what I want!" she snarled playfully, and shoved him onto the sheets while she thought of holding him flat on his back to ride him as gently or firmly--probably [i]quite[/i] firmly!--as she chose, and oh was that such an enticing fantasy...

He tumbled onto the bed and rolled with his wings tucked, flopping onto his side with his blue-scaled belly toward her and his dragonhood starting to peek from his slit. "Is that so? You know I can be very convincing..."

Arennia leapt atop him, grabbing his ankles in her forepaws and pinning them to the bed, forcing him onto his back while her own hind legs straddled his chest. Growling, she shoved the steel shielding her stuffed sex along his sturdy chest scales and then bumped it right up against the tip of his snout! "Tell me love, how will you construct such a compelling case to let you on my back, after I so easily pin you down beneath me and give you such an enthralling view to admire?" She swayed her rump side to side for emphasis, rumbling when his snout followed the motion.

Rather than answer he just nuzzled the enticing curve of the belt where it held the dildo deep inside her, and she moaned in longing: nothing made it through, of course, but she rocked her hips back against him anyway, riding the toy in place of what his tongue [i]could[/i] have been doing... While his own hips had no such restriction. He arched his back briefly under her and his tail wriggled, drawing her attention from her desire to his own, shaft now fully emerged from his slit and rapidly stiffening. She squirmed, taunted just by the sight of him: that he could be so eager, so [i]large,[/i] and she couldn't have him buried between her hinds instead of the shaft attached to the belt! Instead the closest she could get to him was to emulate what he was [i]trying[/i] to do, and she craved him strongly enough that she did so without a moment's hesitation, nuzzling at his tip, gently licking it, then parting her jaws to take that enticing tapered head between them for a firm suckle.

She moaned from the taste and he moaned from the pleasure, the heat of his breath washing over her scales just to either side of where her chastity guarded her straining entrance from his touch. Unable to get where they both wanted, he nuzzled and licked at the scales of her underbelly, of her inner thighs, and where the two joined, the gusset plate clicking softly against his scales with the pace of her slow and achingly futile thrusts. One more deep breath, a huff of need, and then she dove in, tongue pressed to his flesh as her snout slid from his head all the way down to where his cock left his slit in one swift motion! He gasped and his length jumped in her maw, she felt muscles in his hind legs contract against her grip when his claws curled, and he pressed himself against her nose, quivering. "Ah! F-fuck, Arennia, nnh..!"

How the desperate dragoness craved to say [i]his[/i] name like that! But there was only one way she could give his dragonhood the attention she wanted to lavish it with, only one way to make her beloved dragon writhe and buck and groan in pleasure, and that was by bobbing her head, flexing her tongue, and suckling firmly as she went, cunny quivering and clenching around the teasing shape of the dildo she wanted to be him all the while. She felt very nearly on the edge already, and she moaned around his shaft as she continued her attentions, bobbing, sucking, grinding and squeezing and [i]needing[/i] him...

Maybe Arennia got a little carried away for a few minutes, lost in a lusty haze of giving him pleasure while the sensations filling her but getting her no further so vexed her, but when he bucked underneath her she made herself stop, panting heavily, swinging her head around and ignoring if she got a little drool on the sheets. "Nnnh.. so... about [i]convincing[/i] me of anything, love..."

He shuddered, his shaft throbbing: she must have brought him pretty close, though he didn't complain, only moaning weakly. "Wow... Arennia... You are... [i]really[/i] worked up today..."

"And [i]you[/i] should really be inside me!" she growled, grinding the toy and her securely sealed belt against his chest, her whole hind end quivering as the stimulation kept her so, so enticingly close to what ought to have been an inevitable release but never seemed to get her any closer! "It's not... [i]nnnnh...[/i] You had [i]better[/i] be prepared to keep going for a [i]long[/i] time when I'm finally unlocked..." she said, then took him in her jaws again, trying to give him all the thrusting and friction she ached for but couldn't have herself!

He bucked again, pressing his snout to her belly and groaning, his slit bumping against her nose when he started to thrust too. "Ngh! Just... promise me you'll still be giving me blowjobs like these... and I'll be prepared for whatever you want from me!"

Up and down she pumped her head, hardly able to think herself, but she managed to make herself stop after a long few moments--from his whine, he might have been about to let loose, but seeing as [i]she[/i] wouldn't get to cum no matter what they did, he'd just have to deal with it. "You won't need that, love, nhhh... you'll be able to take the place of this cursed dildo, [i]finally!"[/i]

"Yes but--" he gasped and shivered when she suckled again. "You've gotten so [i]good[/i] with your tongue the more we've known each other... Especially days like today when you're so worked up! Plus, there's just something about you [i]giving[/i] me pleasure like this, it's so, hhhnn..!"

"Because it's the best we can do!" she protested, her voice nearly plaintive as she squirmed and wriggled and when he started nuzzling around the edges of her belt again she shivered in denial. "And the chastity gets me so damned... hot... but I can't ever let anyone see except you, in private! So I need [i]some[/i] kind of outlet..."

He was quiet for a moment; she was just too unfathomably horny to resist taking him back between her jaws, and he huffed in enjoyment, gently thrusting against her nose as she rode her toy in futile, endless tease. But eventually he said, "so being locked in chastity makes you feel such unbearable lust, and your preferred way to cope is to give me... hh, incredible head like this..." His voice turned sly. "And once I get the keys, only I will be able to unlock you..."

Worked up as Arennia was, her whole body flinched when she reflexively squeezed on her toy, her moan muffled by his dick before she hurriedly spat it out and tried to suppress all the needy tremors that ran through her as she caught up to what he was implying. "You had [i]better[/i] not-- Besides, you're [i]supposed[/i] to be putting an egg in me!"

"Oh, I know, I know, I'm sure we'll have no trouble making you gravid," he purred, hips bouncing, and her snout flushed at how enticing his cock looked right there in front of her nose, so similar to the one locked inside her that she could not stop grinding on even while he teased her! "I am merely thinking out loud! How the chastity belt turns you on so much, and how that helps us share such intimate moments together..." He nuzzled between her legs. "We could lock you right back up after it was laid, and keep enjoying how close the experience brings us. Add an illusion spell so no one else is the wiser, and..."

She wasn't sure if the shudders running through her were from the edging and denial of riding the cock stuffing her, or from the dreadfully thrilling thought of it [i]staying[/i] there with only a brief interlude in sight, and horny as she was she could only think of one way to shut him up: she started to suck, hard, which made him slump underneath her and moan and thrust just as firmly into the bobbing motions of her snout! Her tongue pressed firmly to his length and her breaths came in swift gusts when she could fit them between bouts of heavy suckling, and only when he bucked and writhed so hard that she had to really use her weight to hold his hind legs down did she finally lift her snout again! The sudden absence of that incredible stimulation only made him thrash, but when he started to whine about his own way, way easier denial she just shoved her chastity belt firmly against his snout some more.

"As soon as you get your claws on those keys... Nnnnngh... you are getting me [i]out[/i] of this thing. And then you will give me... as many orgasms as I want." Her scales shivered, pussy rippling around the dildo longing for the peak she always felt so [i]close[/i] to with it straining her! "I've had [i]enough[/i] of squeezing this toy... instead of you... I want you inside me..." She moaned, she slurped her way up his length again, then leaned the plate concealing her needy sex a little firmer against him and growled, [i]"here![/i] Not my mouth... [i]Rrrrnnh...[/i] You had better use these opportunities to practice so when the time comes... You last a [i]long[/i] time for me." She sucked, and sucked, her whole body trembling, and then stopped again, rubbing her achingly hot, stuffed, chastity-concealed sex against his nose. "Instead of taunting me about not letting me out! Are we clear?"

She had plainly once again let up just shy of his own release, and he wriggled and his hips bounced briefly, each of his own whimpers warming the scales to either side of her chastity. "Y-yes dear," he gasped. "Just don't... break me, when I let you out!"

Arennia continued to watch him, humping gently, until he stopping merely holding still to let her grind and started nuzzling back, drawing further shivers from the big dragoness as she imagined his snout against her entrance, his tongue lapping her oh so needy clit, instead of just rubbing against metal so close and so far... She purred at his submission, gently clenching on the toy, and rumbled teasingly, "do a good job... and maybe you'll survive." Then her snout dropped back between his legs and she had no plans to stop this time, not until he surrendered his seed to her as well and they at least got to share [i]one[/i] orgasm that day, even if yet again it wasn't [i]hers![/i] She felt his forelegs slide up to grip her just ahead of her hips, snout still buried against her belt while she thrust and kept on edging herself, kept pleasuring him, her lust trapped on that unbearable plateau as his spiked higher, higher, and she could tell this was going to be a [i]big[/i] one!

He didn't disappoint. He even held out for longer than she expected! But soon he gripped her waist and snarled and that was the only warning she got; then his shaft pulsed and spurt all that cum she was so eager to be filled by [i]elsewhere[/i] and the best she could do was keep riding her toy and shudder in denial as she swallowed it all down! She kept his ankles pinned, kept her nose pressed to his slit, doing her best to keep up as he emptied himself and writhing, bucking, claws clenching tight in envy at his powerful orgasm, loving him and loving to share the experience and yet left wanting, gasping, whining in denial when he slumped down in bliss and she was still so close, riding that dildo, trapped in her belt with no way to get her own release... She let go of him, twisted around, snuggled up tight to his warm scales and rubbed her chastity belt urgently against his hip, next to his spent length.

"Itolen..!" she whined, snout pressed to his chin, humping that fat toy for all it was worth and getting nowhere at all no matter how desperately close she felt. "Need to cum... so bad... Ngh!"

"I know love," he purred, licking her cheeks, stroking her scales with his forepaws. "I know. But we got another step closer today... Just one more year."

Her tunnel squeezed [i]hard,[/i] her whole body shook, her paw reached for the belt and felt not even a keyhole, as its protective spells denied her even the ability to prod at the lock to ensure she could not release herself. She thrust and thrust and gradually sought to regain control of herself, rein in her indulgence, become the perfectly composed... achingly stuffed... totally in-command dragoness she presented to the world. It was so hard, the length inside her and the pleasure it flooded her with was maddening, the lust, the gentle constant strain, the longing for [i]him...[/i] For a truly magnificent, world-shattering orgasm she'd pushed herself right to the precipice of and the belt's enchantments guaranteed she couldn't possibly have... She whined one more time, held him tight, then took deep breaths and willed all the tension to drain out of her.

It did... gradually... mostly. What she would [i]do[/i] if she could just cum! But eventually she managed to calm her breathing, unwind her twitching muscles, and stop grinding on him--a relaxed, content, achingly full dragoness, who shared a few loving nuzzles with her mate-to-be with the gusset plate of her belt pressed to his slit. Soon he would be hers. Soon. And now that the end was in sight, the wait would be even more unbearable...