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Aranis awoke saturated in warmth. It filled him from the tip of his snout to the end of his tail, the bright sun above absorbed by the deep red and black of his scales, by the stony cliff beneath him, and by the golden-colored dragoness snuggled up against him. Her blue-striped wing draped across his back to keep him close, and he felt so cozy and content that he couldn't even imagine getting up; he only wanted to keep lying there, cuddling with his mistress and enjoying the afternoon. Purring softly, he nestled his snout a little deeper into her neck, his front claws kneading on the broad armored plates of her chest.

Idra made a soft happy croon and pulled him a little closer, and after a moment lifted her head for a wide, deep yawn. A rumble stirred in her own chest and soon she began to purr as well, tongue lapping out to gently groom her dragon's snout. His green eyes opened to watch her, but he held still, submitting to her ministrations without complaint--his purring grew louder, if anything. He felt so safe in her embrace, under her care and command, and he continued to press his talons against her scales in contentment as her broad, wet tongue brushed over his cheek, his forehead, between his horns, even his throat... When her jaws stayed there he went still, relaxed and motionless and showing his acceptance of her control. Even if neither of them needed a reminder of the hierarchy on her territory, he knew she delighted in demonstrating her dominance, and after a few moments he even tilted his snout up to expose even more of his throat. She licked it a few times, the purr hardening into a possessive growl, then he was rewarded with a soft, "good pet."

His cock gave a little jump in his slit at the praise, as it always did, and then he found himself on his back, the lithe dragoness straddling him, pinning him down the easy next step in her possessive gestures. So too could he predict her snout dragging its way slowly down his neck, nibbling here and there, even giving him a couple of gentle bites, enough to make him twitch beneath her! Until at last the tip of her snout arrived at his collar, and the bright brassy tag engraved with her name. Her jaws broke open into a grin, and she gave it a few little nudges and even a lick or two, to keep it nice and shiny and clean as well; the reminder of his position made his shaft twitch again, deep in him, and soon after that so-familiar beloved ache made itself known as at once it ran into the chastity device locking him in his slit.

He groaned softly, and she smirked, grinding her hips down against him, her slit right against his own. "Feeling a little cramped?" she teased as the sensation of her intimate touch made him groan again; she knew full well the effect her mere presence had on him, let alone any fondling or taunts about the position he'd asked her to put him into! It had been her wish as much as his own for him to become her pet virtually the instant she started to make inroads on his territory, to toy with and bind and tease to her heart's content--which was pretty much all the time, as much as the two dragons could handle and still have time to hunt and sleep!--but after the whirlwind first few weeks she'd been surprised to learn how badly the submissive dragon didn't want her to give him relief at the end of a teasing session. Naturally his admission led to her taunting him about that desire to be denied whenever she brought him close, and though the suggestion that he didn't really need his cock anymore since she never let him mount her and he didn't ever actually want to cum anyway had only been meant to tease, the idea had burrowed itself into his mind, for him to fantasize about and get himself all squirmy over night after night... And then at last he'd worked up the courage to ask her to make it a reality--if his mistress wanted it as much as he did, of course!

Which was how the keys to his chastity device had wound up being melted down into the tag for his collar.

It had been close to half a year since then--and double that since he'd last had an orgasm--but he didn't regret the choice one bit, and she didn't seem to miss his cock either: Idra liked to say that he was the perfect dragon to play with, because she never had to worry about winding up with eggs in her! Even if her relentless teasing made him ache with longing, and he writhed as that strong, gorgeous dragoness ground herself against him like she was ordering him to get inside her. He could feel the shape of her mound on his, swollen and damp with desire, still more humiliating that her clit felt more pronounced than his cock could ever be again, trapped beneath the metal plate spread inside his slit rendered irremovable with its keys destroyed. Not that he didn't love that needy futile strain of his flesh against its prison, no matter how his body protested his choice, and he only moaned to her and pressed back against her as the aching in his slit deepened, shaft stiffening the little it could but unable to get past his chastity, unable to escape.

"Nn-nnngh. Quite cramped," he finally said, which prompted a still-rougher teasing thrust from her. "Not that I'm--aahnn--!" He yelped when she cut him off by taking his throat in her jaws, holding him still more strictly beneath her while she humped him. She growled, she dug her fangs gently into his neck and hissed as she rolled her hips to press slit to slit, both of them swollen and sensitive; almost at once he started to match her, humping her nearly as vigorously despite the impotence of the motion and despite how it only intensified the throbs that ran through his locked, straining dragonhood.

Idra kept humping him for a minute or so, then at last released his neck and sat up--still grinding on him, but in a more relaxed way for now. "I know, pet. You don't mind it a bit... You love it," she emphasized it with a thrust, and he felt his snout flush hot, even though surely any embarrassment or humiliation from such a fact was long past. "Why else would you want to be this way forever, mmm?" Her head tipped to one side and she pressed herself close once more, her own claws curling from how good the sensations felt on her end!

He could only moan again, shaft twitching as it fought to escape, flooding his body with frustration and denial that left him feeling such powerlessness and only turned him on more. It made him shiver, the knowledge of just how much control she had over him and how his only choice was to accept it: he was hers, his head and tail and limbs and his cock all owned by the golden dragoness. How it thrilled him to know that he made no meaningful decisions: his freedom was up to her, his pleasure was up to her, his relief--his lack of relief--was all up to her, and he could only accept it, just as he wanted and loved and craved from her. "For you, Mistress," he managed between those pent-up groans, "nh, anything..."

A firm nuzzle and a shiver of her own rewarded him, as she rubbed herself across his smooth fine scales, and she closed her eyes to hump, hump, hump... "Nnnnh! Such a good pet I have. I should reward you..."

Aranis's next quiver was deeper, his tormented groan louder. He could guess what that meant, and his cock jumped the tiny bit it had room to inside his slit in anticipation.

"Come inside." She seemed more than a little reluctant to stop grinding on him, but managed with a little huff and a needy panting breath to untangle herself from him and walk into their shared cave, the tip of her tail probing into his slit as she went by to tease the nearly-hidden chastity plate within, grazing against the incredibly sensitive flesh! He shuddered again and his hind claws clenched and he grit his teeth from the deep ache beneath... but after she'd walked past and her tailtip had darted away again he rolled to his paws and followed her. Her tail stayed up and her hips swayed, making it nearly impossibly for him to look away from her damp swollen sex as she led him inside; he could remember how hot and wet she had felt around him, remember however dimly how it felt to cum inside her, shaft pulsing in longing for what it couldn't have. Oh how he loved this...

Idra went directly over to her crate full of gear, and what she was after sat right on the top: a strap-on harness with a toy attached to either side, one to fill her and one for her to stuff into him. Looping her tail through the straps, she crouched and swung her tail over to him, the twin thick draconic cocks dangling in front of his snout. "Here, pet, help me get this on. Only fair to let you put something in me, since you can't mount me yourself."

His dick throbbed again in yearning, or perhaps that was in response to her crouching in front of him with her tail up like she was inviting him to mount her! But that was a privilege he'd never enjoy again, not unless he wore the strap-on, so the best he could do was to fill her with a dildo, or a tailtip, or his tongue... His own hips rolled, despite any stimulation for his cock already seeming like a distant, fleeting memory, and he took the harness off her tail to get it arranged and onto the swaying, taunting rump of his mistress. It was awfully hard to focus on what he was doing with her cleft right there in front of his snout, puffy and wet and filling his nostrils with her hot, spicy scent, and his attention strayed almost continuously from the straps, buckles, and dragon-cocks even bigger than his own had been when he was still allowed to get hard.

She seemed about to tease him again about how long it was taking when at last he got it all oriented properly and lifted the interior toy to her sex, and she only managed a soft "well--" before the dildo began to spread her and she dissolved in eager moans, her hind paws shifting a little wider apart and the base of her raised tail swaying. The dragoness was plenty worked up and from how wet she was he probably could have crammed it into her in one quick motion without causing her any discomfort, but he knew mistress would want him to take it slow, to both let her enjoy the feeling of being gradually filled and to prolong how watching the shaft fill her would tease him--and that he'd like such humiliation, even without her having to point it out to him! He humped empty air, he squirmed and grit his teeth and huffed, his cock twitching and straining enviously as she moaned from the dildo spreading her, its tapered head and thick ridges stimulating her, filling her, giving her pleasure he couldn't. "Mmmmh, yes," she purred, "that feels nice..."

It did, he was sure, and the other end would feel just as nice when she mounted him with it! He couldn't help but shiver just a little, as he strapped the harness up tight to hold that toy hilted inside her... and leaving the second toy dangling between her hinds for her to put to use. He checked the buckles to be certain it was all secure, not sure if he found her rump more distracting with or without that strap-on belted on, taunting him with the vent he couldn't claim... or the big, ridged dildo she was about to use to claim him.

Idra rolled her hips one, two, three times, the toy gently bouncing with her motions. He squirmed, imagining, remembering how it felt stuffed beneath his tail, rubbing back and forth in his rear and delivering the only true pleasure he could have anymore... He rubbed at his slit a few times, just trying to ease the fierce ache of his cock pent up beneath, but of course that sensation did nothing to help! "Nnnngh..." he huffed softly to himself at the intensity of it, only to freeze and blush hot when he lifted his gaze and noticed her snout turned back to watch him, an amused smirk on her muzzle!

"Oh don't stop on my account, Pet..." She giggled when he lifted his paw away from his slit with an embarrassed, almost guilty expression. "I love watching you try to cope with being locked in there. It's good to see it doesn't seem to be getting any easier for you, even after all this time."

He blushed... but after a moment resumed grinding with his paw, rubbing his palm against his slit, hissing softly and gritting his teeth and even hooking a claw inside to tug at the device, but it wouldn't ever budge, especially not with his cock pushing on it this achingly hard! Rumbling in amusement, she reached for the bottle of lube and turned to settle on her haunches facing him: him rubbing his impotent slit and her stroking her paw up and down the strap-on to get it nice and slick, the dragon groaning at how his trapped cock ached and the dragoness murring from the way tugging on the dildo made the second toy squirm inside her. The little shocks of pleasure soon had her hips rolling, drawing his gaze to how she humped the thick dildo against her paw, its tip bobbing up and down so provocatively, taunting and humiliating and making the pet dragon writhe in denial and needy anticipation. This was going to be such torment, such fun...

"Why don't you turn around," she purred, "and lift that tail up for Mistress."

Aranis did as he was told, turning in a circle, folding his forelegs, and hiking up his rump and tail, showing her both his rear and his swollen slit. Another "good pet," was his reward, and he quivered and humped gently forward, head turned to peek back at her between his spread hind paws. Wiping her paw along her strap-on once more, she crept closer to smear the excess lube against his entrance, rubbing it in gently enough to make him shiver, and then she was looming over him, fangs bared in a dominant grin, rearing up to put her paws on his flanks, balance... squeeze the base of his tail... He tried not to wriggle too severely, to keep from throwing her off, and after a few moments she mounted him, forepaws holding in his wings and draped down his sides, then reaching back to--

"Nnnngh!" He grit his teeth and hissed when she groped his aching, needy slit a couple times before letting her paw drift to its true destination between her own hind legs. Carefully she held the toy, rolled her hips forward, and when he gave her a soft quiver and a groan she knew she'd found the right place to put that firm tapered tip.

"Mmmmh." She leaned forward, easing the strap-on in a bit deeper, her claws tightening against his sides from the feedback through the other half of her harness; he groaned back, his neck arching, a tremor running through him as the first distinct ridge on the dildo slid inside, the tip nearing somewhere more sensitive. She paused there, making gentle minute motions with her hips, back and forth, and oh so slowly slipped more and more of it beneath his tail. It might have been a difficult size a year ago, but thanks to her frequent teasing--especially after his cock was locked away--it was a comfortable size for the dragon now, and he had already begun to grind subtly back against her in anticipation as much as from the gentle pleasure she was already giving him.

"That's it... Good pet..." she rumbled, nuzzling at his neck, huffing as she thrust in a bit deeper. "You know, considering who's always doing the mounting here, perhaps, mmmmm. You should be calling me the dragon, and I need to call you the dragoness..."

He moaned again, his tail twitching, then tilted his head to smirk back at her. "Well, I guess at least we would never have to worry about you putting eggs in me either..."

"Oh just shut up and take it." Idra growled, bit down on the base of his neck, and humped forward.

The feeling of the tip of the toy grinding across his prostate made him slump down and groan in pleasure only barely more than her dominant grip did, the stimulation sending a pulse through his cock and a little fluid dribbling from his slit. She didn't give him a chance to recover, pulling back and thrusting again to hit that incredibly sensitive organ a couple more times, and for a little while she found a rhythm there, the toy sliding back and forth, sending waves of pleasure racing through him. His shaft ached and throbbed, his body quivered and his claws clenched against the ground; nnnngh that felt intense, the combination of strong sensation and strict tight chastity mingling to create such a wonderful tease! His knees trembled, feeling weak beneath her weight while receiving such stimulation, another throb of denial sent more prefluid slowly drooling along his belly, and he panted heavily as she thrust, and thrust...

She'd nearly pushed him to the edge already by the time she returned her focus to getting the strap-on fully into him--not cumming for a year could sure give a dragon a quick trigger! His body's desperate longing for release sent a low whine from his throat, and he shuddered as the pleasure dulled to a slower tease and the toy slid deeper, deeper, the first, then the second ridge at the toy's middle finding his prostate next, the little shocks of sensation making him gasp. Then finally her hips met his, the toy hilted, the dragon strictly pinned by her weight and grip and the dildo deep in his rear.

Idra released his neck long enough to nuzzle him, and moan her own pleasure from the strap-on's other end. "Mmmm, I love feeling you under me, Pet... Where you belong. Totally under my control..." One of her paws found its way to his slit again to fondle and stroke and squeeze, forcing him to focus on, to really feel how desperately his dragonhood throbbed and ached beneath the chastity device that trapped him even as her hips gently rolled to send still more pleasure through him.

"Y-yes... Mistresssss... Nnnh!" Even if he'd wanted to he couldn't have shaken her off; he could only try to grind in two directions at once, back against the toy and forward against her paw! She groped him a little longer, then tightened her grip on his midsection to resume thrusting, deeper now so it was the ridges instead of the tip on his prostate, but they felt just as good to the dragon. His body alternated between slumped and tense: his claws curled tight, his chest quivering, but his limbs motionless; his rump relaxed to ease her thrusts but his hips rolling, his tail twitching, and oh his cock ached so fiercely! Gotta get hard, gotta cum, gotta cum, parts of his mind whispered and his body insisted, and how helpless he was to do either one of those only spiked his arousal higher, that she could control and deny such intimate needs... Another long, needy moan drowned out her own sounds of pleasure, the needy dragon trembling from snout to tailtip in need, the desperate strain against his chastity device dulling perhaps a little as he started to feel that pressure building up inside him, the sign that a climax was drawing close.

Idra's pace slowed, and he couldn't keep himself from whimpering despite how he loved the denial; she could always tell, somehow, when his release drew near. "What's the matter, pet?" she teased, still steadily humping him, if not quite so hard as before. "Getting close?"

"Mmmm! Yes Mistress." Another shudder, and he nearly bucked underneath her when he thrust back against the strap-on for more.

Now for her favorite part. "And do you want to cum, pet?"

Yes! Yes yes please yes! his body begged, shudders running through him, pent-up chaste cock throbbing... but no matter how his body--and even more than a little of his mind--might have liked to cum, he loved so much more to be told no, to be brought so close and then reminded who was in control, that it wasn't he who decided whether he was allowed to feel such ecstasy... "No Mistress!" he gasped in between increasingly ragged breaths; he may have not been so rapidly been approaching climax any longer, but her continuing thrusts kept him very close!

That made her shudder in delight, and give him a couple rough, firm thrusts. Gods he was close. Please-- "I don't know," she said slyly, and rubbed across his slit again. "I can feel you shivering, I can tell how close you are... I know it's been so long... Are you sure?"

It felt near impossible to insist he didn't want to cum with those ridges grinding back and forth over his sensitive prostate, but Aranis found a way. Somehow, shaking in tension, with the rest of him screaming for an orgasm, he yowled, "please-- aaahhnn-- don't let me cum!"

Being called a "good pet" once more was nearly enough to set him off on its own. "I know. I know." She purred. She nuzzled him. Fuck, she was still thrusting, it felt so intense, he couldn't take it-- He was so agonizingly close, he felt ready to burst, he had been left teetering on the edge like this so many glorious times-- "You've been, aaaahh, a good pet for so long... Don't deny yourself this time," she murmured into his ear. Grind. Grind. "Mistress wants you to enjoy a release."

He whimpered, in confusion, in helpless lust, aching chaste denial, pleasure-- He loved not cumming, loved the denial, but he loved pleasing her just as much-- His body was desperate for it-- He was trapped beneath her, he couldn't make her stop--

"Cum."

He did.

Aranis could not have described the sensation. Surges of bliss, of pleasure against his prostate, of his cock straining harder than ever even as it spurt rope after rope of seed, ecstasy and pent-up ache all colliding within him. He clenched his teeth and groaned, roughly grinding against her, feeling each pulse of his orgasm fire, eyes shut tight from the tension of it... It dragged on, and on, far longer and far more intense than any climax he'd ever had before she'd sealed his dragonhood away and utterly overwhelming the poor dragon. He grunted, he moaned, he trembled in bliss, and then at last spent, gasping, so very sated and exhausted, a heavy blanket of satisfaction draped over him as the ecstasy wound down and he went still beneath her.

Idra seemed reluctant to stop thrusting, but a few moments after he was done, she pulled out and got off him, letting him slump weakly to the floor. "I think you enjoyed that," she purred, pleased and amused, and gave his snout a nuzzle.

"Nngh. M-mistress..."

She nudged him again, her gaze softening into concern. "Did you enjoy it, Pet?"

It had felt beyond amazing. For the first time in a year, Aranis wasn't sure if never wanting to cum was the right decision. He couldn't process it; he couldn't think straight, not in such heavy afterglow. It had been so good... And somehow, admitting that felt even more humiliating than asking not cum had, so long ago. "Yes Mistress."

Her smirk returned. "Good. The last time you asked, we didn't really get a chance to... celebrate the occasion. But now that you remember how amazing cumming can feel... I think that made for a good Last Orgasm Ever, don't you?"

Gods the way she said that made him quiver. "I-- M-mistress, but--" he stammered, blushing hotter, lifting up his snout. How could a single orgasm have made him so uncertain! 10 minutes ago that would have sounded just fine to him, but-- now that he'd... remembered...

She cocked her head to one side, just watching him in amusement as he tried to come up with some sort of objection or response or acceptance, unsure which felt right. "I-I, I don't..." He dipped his snout shyly. "...maybe once a year?"

Idra giggled, and gave him a nuzzle. "Hmmmm. Maybe. If you're good..."