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Sarassa had never been the most sexually adventurous dragoness. Her experiences had been mostly limited to lifting her tail to let a dragon mount her, with little bits of foreplay with tail or snout or paws to help get her and her partner into the mood encompassing the rest, and that had been good enough for her.

But nothing makes a dragoness explore other options quite like being trapped in a cursed chastity belt.

After her sex had been sealed away, no longer an option, she and a friend had given anal a try and it hadn't felt bad; it might have even been enough to make her cum, if not for the particularly evil curse on the belt that prevented climax. The friend she'd experimented with hadn't seemed super into it himself, so maybe that had colored her opinion of it, but he'd been nice enough to try with her, and at least she knew how it felt... and that she couldn't cum that way, either.

Oral, on the other hand. Oh my goodness, oral. Giving oral was amazing. Possibly because of the other curse on the belt, but she had a feeling that she would probably love it no matter what--and love getting it too, if not for the curve of steel that so securely cupped her sex. The feeling of her friends shuddering from the touches of her tongue; the way they would moan in pleasure, and gasp, and ask her for more; the satisfaction of getting them off, being nuzzled and petted and purred to that she was so very good with her maw--and after a couple years of being trapped in chastity, she sure was good at it by now!

"Nnnnh, yes. Aah! More, Sar, more!"

She moaned and did as she was told, for her own benefit as much as for the dragoness whose paw gently, encouragingly rested between her horns to help keep her snout in place between her hinds. The best curse of her chastity belt--which she supposed made it actually a blessing--was the spell that reciprocated all the pleasure she gave with her maw, and for every lick she gave to her best friend's pussy, a phantom tongue stroked her own burning hot, desperately needy folds. It felt so so good, it made her hips writhe in lust and her tail arch up high as she kept on licking, nice and firm, tip of her tongue finding Ziera's favorite spot and sliding a few times back and forth across it. The belt rewarded her with a few laps over her own clit and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She was almost at the edge already!

Sarassa--and all her friends--knew full well that the edge was as far as she could get, but she didn't stop, maybe couldn't stop. That enchanted tongue felt so so good, her aching, sensitive, sealed-away pussy craving, savoring the rush of pleasure that followed the path of every firm stroke, humping the air as she lapped and lapped and made both of them moan in pleasure. She'd tried to resist once, going nearly a month without any pleasure at all, but somehow that had driven her even more mad than all the edging and denial she got from going down on other dragons; even if it felt like torment, at least the stimulation seemed to take the edge off her pent-up lust. And gods was she horny, no matter what she did. Who knew if it was a spell on her chastity belt or just a natural consequence of having gotten into the habit of pleasuring others--and thus herself--pretty much daily at this point, but there was no way she was going to stifle her urges again!

Especially not when she pushed herself to the edge like this. Ziera still had a ways to go, but two years of near-daily edging without a single orgasm had left Sarassa so very, very sensitive and so easy to get all wound up! She gasped and she shuddered, each lick breaking over her like a wave, it felt so good, so so good, gods she was teetering right there on the brink of release and it was amazing and she loved it and she just wanted to cum! She tried to tell herself for the thousandth time that it was ok, it still felt incredible, she didn't need to cum to enjoy herself, but her body did not care! She was pent up and needy and every firm lick that she gave--received--felt like it should have given her the mind-shattering orgasm that was so horribly trapped so very very close to, that her body yearned to release, but it was never enough. So close and yet impossibly far away, climax walled off by the curse, she could only keep licking and keep edging herself, desperate, gasping, her hips gyrating rapidly and uselessly as she ate out the other dragoness...

She couldn't cum, but her best friend had no such difficulty. After a couple blissfully tortuous minutes her thighs tensed and her tail hooked itself beneath Sarassa's horns, pinning her nose against her snatch as her walls tensed and trembled and clenched rapidly around her tongue, hips grinding roughly and rapidly against her snout. She cried out in ecstasy as she came hard and Sarassa's own pussy burned enviously, edged on and on as she kept working the other dragoness through her release, shuddering all over, claws clenched tight, every shock of pleasure pushing her right up against the barrier of her belt's curse. It was torment, it was intoxicating, it felt so good and so horrible to be so close, so horny, receiving such intense and powerful sensation yet unable to get off no matter how hard she tried-- tried--

Sarassa must have lost track of how Ziera was doing; the dragoness could recover pretty quickly, but grew far too sensitive to want any further stimulation for a minute or two after climax. "Sar please-- a-aaah! Slow down a moment!" she gasped, and gently a paw grasped one of her horns and pulled her snout away from that wet, spent sex she'd been lapping at so intently to keep herself on the edge, and though the sudden lack of sensation after all that time so close to release made her writhe and tremble and whine she stopped, and let her lift her snout up, meeting her gaze with a whimper.

"I-I'm sorry, just, I was so close-- need to cum--!" she said, her whole body writhing in frustration, her thighs pressing together and her tail leaning down firm as it could, but the steel between her hinds ensured that absolutely nothing got through, not even a hint of sensation other than what she did to others with her tongue. She glanced back at her hindquarters and the gleaming stainless steel of the belt that contrasted so brightly with the obsidian scales all around, sure if not for it sealing her away she'd see the wettest, neediest pussy a dragoness could possibly have, but Ziera gently steered her snout back forward to give her a tender nuzzle, stroking her neck soothingly.

"I know, Sar, I know." Her striped sides heaved as she recovered her breath from what must have been a great orgasm, and she nuzzled her again, crooning. "I know it's hard, I'm here..." she said, holding her snout while she squirmed and humped the air uselessly and let out a soft yowl in frustration as she oh so slowly came down from the edge unfulfilled, aching, so unbearably needy with nothing she could do for relief.

It was her own damned fault. She'd thought herself a master treasure hunter when she found a massive, untouched hoard of beautifully shining gems and precious metals hidden deep in a gorge a few mountains away, through a maze of dark tunnels, behind a rock fall and a huge boulder. Humongous and glittering and all there for the taking, her greed had overwhelmed her caution and she'd taken as much as she could carry--and the instant she'd left the cavern with the treasure the curse had bitten down. She had stolen from the hoard from the legendary dragon mage Malagar, and would be cursed for her crime, a booming disembodied voice had informed her, and when a rush of magic blew through the tunnel she'd tensed, preparing for the worst--and learning that Malagar must have been quite the kinky dragon. His curse had summoned a flawless, keyless, unbreakable chastity belt that fit itself snug around her hips to punish the thief who'd snuck into his tomb, rather than whisking her off to some dimension of fiery torment or breaking her limbs or just zapping her into oblivion.

A chastity belt was getting off awfully light, considering she easily could have been killed by the magic protecting the old dragon's hoard. But by the gods, she really, really needed to cum.

"It's ok. It's ok, Sar," she was still murmuring, and Sarassa let herself be guided onto her side, where the other dragoness could snuggle up against her back, wrap her forepaws around her to gently stroke her chest, nuzzling her neck and behind her jaw, just holding her as the aftershocks of the intense session gradually wore down, as the burning need beneath her chastity belt cooled to a duller denied ache, despite her continued writhing, and whimpering, and the futile rocking of her hips against where Ziera's tail had coiled around a hind leg.

"Nnnnnnhhhhh...! Th-thank you," she managed to say at last, lifting her snout enough to return those nuzzles--perhaps not what one would usually say after getting off a dragoness yet being left horribly unsatisfied herself, but Sarassa was so, so grateful, for the pleasure they'd shared, the comfort afterward, even if she was still impossibly pent up...

But Ziera cocked her snout to one side, and looked towards the entrance of her lair. "Someone's coming," she said softly, and a moment later Sarassa realized the rapid soft thump she heard was the sound of dragon wings and not her racing heart.

"Probably Nessen," Sarassa said, but just the thought set her writhing again, trying to press her hind legs together, a paw reaching for her chastity belt out of instinct, to try to rub her aching cleft despite all this time being able to touch nothing more than the exterior of her chastity belt. Ziera intercepted her paw on the way there, but it didn't really help: she was still already thinking of the sorts of amazing sensations she could share with the handsome blue dragon. While eating out a dragoness felt like getting eaten out herself, sucking off a dragon was different: it felt like getting mounted. She was fantasizing already, a phantom shaft pumping in and out of her achingly sensitive sex, and her hips rocked hard in desire that was only intensified by the edging that was still only a few minutes behind her. She wanted more, she needed more, needed to feel that ecstasy and that torment and maybe somehow some way she could cum-- She just needed that dragon's big cock in her jaws!

"Sar! Sar! Calm down!" Ziera growled and wrestled her back down when she tried to get up, after a few moments managing to pin her down on her back, and nipping at her throat when she kept craning her snout towards the cave entrance. "You have to at least let him land first--and you need a break! You and I just finished."

She arched her back, she tried to yank her paws out of the other dragoness's grip, her hips bouncing up and down, her poor cleft feeling so, so wet again already. "Please-- I need him--" she moaned, but with her back on the ground like that the best she could manage in her grip was to wriggle like a snake, imagining the enchantment sliding a dragon's shaft into her, thrusting, pulsing, putting her right there on the edge... She moaned again in desire, writhing in place, rolling her hindquarters from the fantasy...

"Am-- am I interrupting something?"

Nessen's sleek blue snout was flushed purple, at the sight of one dragoness pinning down the other--or perhaps from the scents of what they'd been doing just a few minutes before, or perhaps from the thoughts of what he usually got to do with the chaste, eager dragoness whenever he visited. He looked from one dragoness to the other, then at their flanks, Ziera's with her tail slightly lifted and Sarassa with that chastity belt concealing a very, very needy sex.

"Oh Nessy, good to see you," Ziera said, her voice far more even than Sarassa could have managed despite the effort of pinning down the writhing, horny dragoness. "Just had to make sure this cutie didn't knock you out of the sky."

"I would not have!" She managed an annoyed huff, though she was still blatantly humping the air in lust, gazing at the dragon's snout, then down at his haunches and belly, then back to his snout and those pretty, slightly anxious eyes of his. Maybe they were just trying to help her make light of things, but they always called her cute whenever she got all squirmy, needy, and really really desperate to go down on one of them for whatever edging she could get herself. And, well, maybe it was really adorable when she felt all pent up and eager to please and get tormented and her hips swayed back and forth to display the steel that hugged underneath her tail and she got that hungry look on her snout... But it still made her wish sometimes that they could be stuck in chastity too. See them call her insatiable desire cute when they were just as pent up and horny as she was!

Except grinding chastity belts together would probably be a lot less fun for all of them than using her maw, so maybe it was for the best. And she was awfully cute.

"I, I thank you," he managed after a long moment of gaping at them. Either he was looking forward to Ziera letting her go or he was fantasizing about something all three of them could do together, because his tip was already peeking out of his slit, and she licked her lips eagerly at the sight of it. Despite being a little smaller than her--and she was already smaller than the average dragoness--his dragonhood was the biggest she'd seen, so thick, and so long his tip poked at her throat if she pushed her snout all the way to his slit. She could taste him already...

The dragon shook himself all over, scales rustling, and again managed to tear his gaze away from those sexy dragoness rumps, though Sarassa had far less success looking away from his swelling, stiffening cock. "But I actually came here for another reason. I've had a breakthrough with my technique recently, and... Well, I'm no Malagar, obviously, but I want to give it a shot and see if I can at least identify the curses on your belt. It might help at least show me what I need to study next to find a way to get you out of there."

Sarassa shuddered all over. Oh please please please... His budding talent as a mage had been helping her cling to hope, and if he was any closer to setting her free, any closer to finding a way to let her cum she would do anything to help him figure it out!

"Or at least a way to turn off one of the curses," Ziera said. "At this point I'm not sure you even mind the chastity itself, do you cutie?" she giggled teasingly, and she couldn't help but blush--and yelp, when her tail wrapped around a flank and gave it a squeeze!

"Nnnnngh! I just want to cum," she managed after a moment, pouting. It looked like Nessen did too, she thought, from the way he was fully hard and throbbing; even Ziera was eyeing him fondly, and she wasn't anywhere near as desperate. "Please Nessen..." The two of them both in the cave with her was intoxicating, but she forced herself to stop, take a deep breath... And it was full of their arousal. Not helping. But still-- "S-she's right. Maybe just the curse that won't let me get off will be easier than the whole belt? Nnnh, I wanna cum so bad..."

"Considering what has your attention, I think you just want to suck his dick, sweetie," Ziera said, nipping at her neck with another teasing rumble, and she blushed and squirmed some more, her claws flexing, her tongue lolling out briefly--Nessen blushed too, squirming, making that heavy shaft sway so alluringly. Well, she did, but that was just because it was the best she could do! And because it was really sexy and really fun and she loved doing it, but... also because it was the only way she could edge herself, right?

"Although, Nessy dear, perhaps I should let her up so she can get you off, first. Might help you be a little less distracted."

She hadn't thought his snout could turn any more purple, but he did, the flush even creeping its way up the frills behind his jaws. His shaft pulsed again, and his tail lashed--oh yeah, he wanted it too. He knew how good her snout was. "I-I," he stuttered, then shook himself again. "No, I'll need the energy. Casting is hard work. Sarassa, can you calm down for a little while? Let me see what I can do?"

Sarassa blushed just as hot as he was. Had she really gotten this bad, that they had to talk to her like just being in the same cave with them made her lust just impossible to contain? Or maybe so, considering she was only contained by a chastity belt enchanted by the most powerful dragon mage who'd ever lived...

No. She could do this. She shook herself in Ziera's grip, shut her eyes tight, took a few more deep breaths, and when she opened her eyes again she even managed to look away from his dick, which she thought was pretty impressive considering how ludicrously horny she was. "I, I'm calm. Well, calmer," she admitted, shivering in denial. "Just tell me what you need me to do."

He bobbed his snout, almost in relief. "On your back like that is fine, just keep your legs and tail out of the way. Ziera, you'll need to move too."

While she was busy imagining him requesting that so he could thrust that massive cock deep inside her, the striped dragoness retreated a couple of paces and perked her snout. "How far? Should I leave the cave?"

"No, just away from her hindquarters is fine," he said, moving a couple of steps closer. Sarassa would have felt worse about how her eyes were drawn to the way the head of his shaft bounced with his movements if Ziera hadn't looked too, but after a moment when she looked away their eyes met, and she managed to giggle, and the poor dragon mage grew a little more flustered. "M-maybe I should try this another time."

She shivered all over, and her hips rocked up and down. Just the thought of an actual orgasm being not so far away was only turning her on more, that pleasure might come with satisfaction instead of torment! "I-I'll leave you alone! Really. Please. You gotta help me cum Nessen..."

The dragon squirmed. She wondered if he'd ever really imagined his magic being needed for a request like that.

"Here, Sar sweetie, just nuzzle me. Think about sweet, innocent snuggles, and let Nessy concentrate." She slunk over and settled on her belly, leaning her chest to Sarassa's, and gently nuzzled her cheek, stroking her neck with a paw, trying to draw her attention away. It was a good idea, too! Considering how Nessen looked when he sat up on his haunches, holding his paws out over her chastity belt with his shaft standing up proudly between his haunches, hard, gently throbbing, what a sight to fantasize about...

Ziera was about to steer her gaze away when he stabbed downward with his claws and ripped reality apart.

That finally managed to make both of them stop admiring his dick. Instead they both watched, fascinated, as he traced his claws through the air and the air seemed to follow, gradually pulled and shaped into rough, glowing structures, something vaguely egg-shaped on one side, a cuboid next to it, then a pyramid. The tip of his tongue poked out from between his teeth, and he panted, but he didn't soften up at all as he worked for one minute, two--

A flash! He flinched back for a moment, then cried, "it worked!" After the dazzling flare of light faded other shapes appeared hovering next to his own: not just three, but half a dozen of them, all bright and precisely angular, better formed than his, and--and unlike his not solid but traced by a maze of channels on every side.

"Are-- are those the curses?"

After a moment he nodded. "Each of these is one of the enchantments on the chastity belt," he said, motioning to the refined, puzzle-sided formations. "And... they are all way more complex than I thought they'd be. I suppose I should have expected as much from Malagar." Sarassa suppressed a whimper--why had she let herself get so hopeful? But Nessen quieted her by saying, "hmmm. I think I might have an idea, based on the labyrinths he put into the spells. But this might take a while--and first I'll have to figure out which spell is even which. Just hold still, all right?"

The request might have been for his own benefit, as much as hers. His paws twitched more than once towards his shaft, which must have been achingly hard--not nearly the sort of denial she knew, but at least a hint of frustration for him at least--but he clearly didn't dare move them away from his spellwork or even take the edge off with his tail, which might prove just as distracting. Her own tail twisted restlessly, her own needy ache having barely dulled at all, but she bobbed her snout, forcing herself to look away from him and his pulsing length.

"I'll do my best," she managed, and Ziera gave her another nuzzle.

"You're doing great, sweetie," she murmured to her, then to him, "we know you can do it Nessy. Take all the time you need."

He nodded, and reached out for the new shapes with both paws, starting to turn them back and forth, trace the pathways that ran along their surfaces with his claws, one at a time. It seemed to be slow and tedious work, and though she watched him for a minute, of course her gaze kept returning to the tip of his length, how it gently bobbed with his heartbeat, the little droplet of fluid that slowly beaded at its tip. She licked her lips again, curled a hind claw, feeling the hot rush of desire still keeping her so needy, so wet, wanting him so badly...

Ziera rescued her before she could be tempted to stir tail or paw towards his shaft. She turned her snout away, gave the tip of her nose a nuzzle, murmuring softly. She could hardly pay any attention to what her friend was saying to soothe her, but at a low growl from Nessen she went quiet--breaking his concentration, evidently. So she settled for nuzzling her more firmly, stroking her neck, the back of her head, pressing her snout to her cheeks and licking her chin. Sarassa tried not to moan, nuzzling her back firmly, eagerly, like the snout-rubs were her best substitute at the moment for all the stimulation she craved. Ziera giggled, and pulled back to tap her snout with a claw. Calm down, calm down, was the message, and she huffed at her, and blushed, but soon settled into some more sedate upper-body snuggles and nudges.

They managed to stay so modest for a good quarter of an hour--that was an admirable display of restraint, if she thought so herself! But the two of them gradually forgot themselves, egged on by each other's presence, by occasional stolen glances at Nessen's eager dragonhood, and their caresses themselves, which gradually escalated from tender nuzzles to a full-on dragoness make-out session, lapping each other's cheeks, nuzzling and nibbling at each other, even sharing a big open-snout kiss as they panted and moaned softly to each other, and her arousal burned higher and higher--Ziera's too, it seemed, or she would have been able to remember on her own to calm things back down!

Nessen cleared his throat and gave them a glare, snout still flushed purple, a little fluid slowly drooling down the tip of his throbbing-hard cock from their display.

"Ooh! Sorry Nessy," Ziera giggled, but in a cave with three horny dragons, one of whom was beyond desperate for relief and the other two who were starting to want it more and more themselves, they could only contain themselves for so long. Soon they were eagerly panting and nuzzling at each other once again, tails swishing back and forth with Sarassa's even wandering perilously close to Nessen's belly as he strove to focus on his spells rather than the dragonesses he surely longed to pin down and claim. She stopped herself, only barely, and he flinched--but seemed to recover.

"I think," he muttered, and she perked up hopefully. "If I, oh. Almost... Now this--"

Another brilliant flash of light. "Damn it!" he yelped--but then went still, as one of the spells he'd discovered, not the one he'd been working with, started to glow brighter.

YOU SHOW POTENTIAL, YOUNG MAGE.

All three of them twitched, and Sarassa gasped. It was the same voice she'd heard when she was first locked up: the voice of Malagar! Had he left a message in the spellwork? Or had he really ascended like the legends said, and been drawn by the flow of magic to watch Nessen's efforts?

ALLOW ME TO GIVE YOU A TOKEN TO HELP YOU FOCUS YOUR STUDIES.

"A what--" Nessen managed to yelp, but then something else appeared in the air: another chastity belt! "Hey-- no-- wait!" he cried out, but it darted down into place between his hind legs before he could even think about pulling away, forcing him soft and back into his slit in an instant, the pieces snapping into place around his hindquarters, and with another flash it sealed itself over his slit. It was positioned just a bit differently, to keep that lovely, massive cock locked up inside, but in all else looked just like her own: flawless, seamless, with no keyhole, no way out but the counterspell he'd just failed--although he must have gotten close, to have earned praise from the ancient dragon!

His paws dove between his legs, but Sarassa already knew intimately well that nothing would come of it. He could tug, and tug, and grope and fondle and rub at the steel all he wanted, and he wouldn't feel a thing, just like she didn't feel a thing. Unless she used her maw, and even then she didn't get to cum... He wouldn't be able to either, she guessed, and shivered.

He shuddered too, and there was one more flash of light before all the magical shapes and lights faded from the cave.

She wondered what it felt like, as she watched him squirm, and gasp, and groan. Did it ache even worse, not being allowed to get hard? Did it hurt? He didn't look like he was in pain, but oh he was squirming so much, that she was quite familiar with! And what would it feel like to him if he gave Ziera oral--or wrapped that long blue snout around another male? She'd have to ask him, once he'd found out, she thought to herself, and then blushed at her own perverted thoughts. Or maybe she was just curious about the experience of her chaste friend to see if he might start finding himself liking it as much as she did... With matching chastity belts, they'd surely make quite the pair.

He dipped his snout and groaned, and then crouched down, thrusting at the air roughly, closing his eyes tight, gritting his teeth. All of it was so familiar to her, and she reached out a paw to pat his snout comfortingly. "Nnnnhg-- It's so-- so tight..!" he growled in frustration, his tail lashing back and forth. "Can't-- can't get out..."

Ziera got up and gave him a few nuzzles, purring softly, the same sort of comforting croons she gave Sarassa every day, and something about seeing her give them to someone else made the chaste dragoness even hornier. "Don't worry, Nessy dear. I think I have enough experience with Sar, I can help you out too..."

He moaned and wriggled all over, a forepaw grinding back and forth in vain over his chaste slit. "Nnnnnh... I, really should have let you give me that blowjob first," he managed to say after a few moments, meeting Sarassa's gaze, the trapped needy look in his eyes seeming so familiar--and really sexy--perhaps a reflection of the looks she'd given the two of them so many times. "I also heard him say, with a few more years of study, and nnnh, the right incentives, he thought I could learn enough to get us out of these... Said Sarassa still needed punishing, and I needed encouragement to focus on learning. Mnnh. I don't see how I'm going to focus while trapped in this thing!"

Ziera perked her snout and grinned. "Encouragement, you say," she purred, her tail lifting up, her eyes lifting from the snug fit of his chastity belt over his slit to where his tongue lolled from his parted, panting jaws. "I'm sure you'll find a way to focus when you need to. It's the only way you'll get relief after all."

He shuddered and blushed, letting out a startled eep! "I-I--! No, I couldn't do that. I know how you've described it, Sarassa, and it sounds like torture--and that's before you even factor in how hard I'd be pushing against this thing the whole time!"

Sarassa couldn't help but ask. "It... doesn't hurt, does it? Not being able to get hard?"

At this rate, Nessen was just going to be a violet dragon from how much he blushed. "Nnnh. N-no... It aches, but it just really makes me wish I could get hard... It's, rrrh, frustrating!" His hindquarters jerked roughly back and forth, but it didn't seem to get him even the slightest relief from that pent up aching sensation.

Sarassa only wanted to help. She couldn't see her friend looking that, well, worried, and not want to help comfort him. "Don't worry, Nessen," she said, forcing herself to roll onto her side, to lift her snout, to nuzzle his chin. "You... get used to it. Remember how loud I howled when for the first few months?" She shuddered herself just remembering how horrible the denial had felt then, before she'd started to grow used to the edgings, before she'd grown accustomed to always feeling horny, needy, pent up, always longing for the orgasms she couldn't have... Before she'd started telling herself that the incredible intensity of edging and denial was good enough--well, her body still didn't believe her about that part, no matter how many times she tried to repeat it to herself to make the endless orgasm denial seem less tortuous, but it was something to try at least.

He just moaned, still rubbing a paw back and forth across the steel chastity plate. Despite no longer having that huge cock out and throbbing hard between his hinds, he looked hornier than ever.

"It won't feel so bad after a little while," she said, nuzzling him, moaning softly herself as she described her own needy, chaste, lust-filled existence to him. "I started to get used to it, nnh, to like it... To crave it even," she said shyly, even while she shivered all over and lifted her tail and rolled her hips, feeling every word of it burning under her chastity belt. "Just, try to accept that you won't get to cum, and enjoy what you can feel..."

He flinched, and shuddered all over, and moaned. She did too, knowing how much trouble she was having taking those words to heart herself. "I just-- I really need to cum!" he protested, and she could hear his frustration. So much like her own frustration, stronger even, being so new to chastity and having to cope with the added ache of the belt denying his erections.

"Y-you can't," she said, shivering at how much it turned her on to say it--and seeing how much the words made him squirm, too. "I can't either. Not until you've learned enough magic..."

He shuddered again. He was going to have a hard time concentrating on his studies like this, even if the incentive was strong as it could be.

"And until then, I'll just have to help out both of you," Ziera said, looking far too smug about it as she flung a wing over each of their backs, drawing the three of them together. "I'd been looking forward to watching Sar give you one of those amazing blowjobs of hers before letting you mount me, but I suppose now instead I'll just have to let the two of you alternate using your tongues on me instead."

"Ziera!" Nessen yelped in protest, blushing, shuddering, still humping his belt uselessly... Sarassa wondered how his snout would look, buried against her best friend's cleft. From Ziera's expression, she was clearly thinking about it too, and the whine that escaped his snout from the way they were watching him seemed adorable even to her. No wonder they'd been calling her so cute for the last two squirmy, pent-up years.

"It's... actually really thrilling, trust me," Sarassa said, and she was in position to know. "Keep what I said in mind, and you'll be enjoying yourself in no time." She moaned, hoping she could learn to take her own advice as well, and he moaned too, the two chaste dragons sharing a needy, horny glance as they dreaded--fantasized--the long, long orgasm denial they were about to share.

"I'll help you learn, Nessy, don't worry. I bet you'll squirm even more than she does, with that big dragonhood of yours locked up tight," she purred, and nuzzled him, but he just wriggled even more at the thought, that poor shaft surely straining so hard for freedom. "Two snouts eager to go down on me, what dragoness could ask for more?"

Sarassa lowered her snout, moaned, rocked her hips in the air as she thought of all the pleasure and torment in her future, and the familiar fantasies so turned her on. Nessen was mirroring her already, panting and groaning, humping his belt and writhing in denial as Ziera hugged them close with her wings. At least one of them would be getting plenty of orgasms...