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Two dragons were in the living space. Easily the largest room in the house, it contained two couches facing the television, along with a nice armchair. The kitchen opened right into the living room, making it seem even larger. A desk with a computer sat against the wall, giving the space a nice flow but not making it too crowded either. It gave a sense of comfort and everything had a worn, enjoyed feel to it, like none of it had spent a long while without use.

The dragons themselves certainly spent a great deal of their time in here, watching TV, reading, using the computer, or just enjoying each other's company. Gentle music was playing from the speakers on the television, keeping the silence from becoming too loud. The only other sounds came from the couch, in the form of pages turning as a black dragon read a book.

Naxther was sprawled out over the couch, legs resting up on the armrest on one end while he used the other as a pillow. His tail was lazily thrown over the back of the furniture, twitching back and forth slowly. He held an old, thick book, one from his collection on magic. The cover was inscribed in dozens of tiny runes and the same filled the pages but the dragon had no problems reading it. He had black scales with white markings along his neck and shoulders, matching the long horns that rose back from his skull. The scales turned into a deep purple at his tail and forearms in an intricate pattern.

The left side of his face had a long scar running from horn to jaw and running over his left eye. That eye was a deep purple, while the other was a bright yellow. But the interesting thing was how his scales seemed almost liquid, running and dripping thickly down the dragon's limbs like tar. Whenever a drop actually separated from his body, it dissolved into a puff of fine dust before it ever touched anything.

Ammy was sitting at the desk, working on the computer. The dragoness had violet scales, and a beautiful array of ridges, scales, and horns. Her brow had ridges with cream highlights, and horns along her jaw to match the sweeping set out of the back of her head. The ridges and small horns continued down her shoulders and onto her tail, while her belly was wine coloured with the same highlights running down over her breasts and belly.

She was concentrating on the screen intently, Naxther doing the same on his book. The presence of each other was enough to be a comfort, each enjoying the silent company as they focused on their tasks and interests.

That was, until Naxther glanced slyly over the top of the tome he was holding. Ammy had given him a lecture earlier on keeping the house relatively clean. The problem was his dripping scales and the dust that they produced. Naxther could cease it altogether if he wanted to, but he rarely went that far, just dialling it back a bit so as to not make Ammy too mad. It just happened naturally and he wasn't too fussed about the dust. Ammy was prone to sneezing and glaring fits when it got too much but Naxther sensed the opportunity for a little fun. Plus, he just liked to be the asshole.

Naxther slowly increased the rate that his scales were dripping, the viscous blackness rolling down his limbs and eventually dripping off of him. The drips never touched anything, just dissolving and vanishing in little puffs of dust. The motes drifted through the air, slowly getting more numerous and only visible in the lights from above. Naxther pretended not to notice, making the dripping a little faster again.

Ammy's nose began to wrinkle after a few minutes though it appeared to be a subconscious response. Naxther's smile got a little wider and he snickered silently to himself, hoping that Ammy didn't notice his actions. Her nose kept twitching every few seconds, being tickled by Naxther's dust until it finally culminated in a loud sneeze. A second followed it quickly, Ammy waving her hand in front of her face before finally glaring at Naxther.

"What are you doing?" she said slowly, putting emphasis on each word.

"Am I doing something?" Naxther replied, the picture of innocence, but the effect was ruined as the corners of his mouth twitched up slightly. It was a struggle to keep the grin off of his muzzle, but he managed it for a few seconds. In the following silence, more of his scales turned into puffs of dust, getting thicker in the air.

Ammy continued to glare at the black dragon, an annoyed hiss sounding quietly. "You know what," she said as her tail thumped against the side of the couch. "I know you do it on purpose." She sneezed again, a low growl leaving her throat as her eyes watered slightly. The dust was thicker than ever now, and Naxther wasn't letting up.

"Haven't the foggiest," Naxther said nonchalantly, returning to his magic book as Ammy continued shooting venomous looks his way. A particularly big glob slowly rolled down his elbow, Naxther studiously ignoring it, but Ammy was watching it intensely. Very slowly, it reached the crook of his arm, and gradually collected into a large drop that fell, turning into a big puff full of dust that drifted out into the air.

"Alright, you asked for it!" Ammy said loudly, jumping up and stalking out of the room.

"What?" Naxther called out after her, but he couldn't stop the grin from sliding into view anymore, chuckling to himself for a minute as he read. He didn't really expect her to come back, let alone so quickly. The dragoness's padding footsteps returned quickly. "Well, you forgave quickly," he snipped from behind the book, not bothering to look up at Ammy.

That was his first mistake because he received absolutely no warning when Ammy suddenly pounced on him. "Hey!" Naxther protested, his magic book going flying to land on the ground with a thump. The violet dragoness's tail nimbly coiled around Naxther's ankles, the powerful limb keeping his legs still and preventing him from kicking and trying to throw her off. The surprise of the attack dulled his reaction times so that by the time that he noticed what Ammy had in her hands, it was too late to do anything about it.

The dragoness held a length of strong cord and she wasted no time in lashing Naxther's wrists together, expertly making a knot that he couldn't reach to untie himself and escape. Satisfied that he was bound well enough for the moment, Ammy rested her weight down on the black male's torso, stopping him from squirming too much. It was only then that Naxther noticed that she'd stripped off all of her clothes. Her hands gripped his biceps lightly, not needing much pressure to keep his upper arms down and by his side. Naxther had no leverage and barely any room to move.

He bucked and squirmed, but Ammy just shifted along with him, like an experienced rider with a badly tempered mount. The dragon tried to shove her off with his hips; that was the part of him that had the biggest range of movement between her tail and the grip on his upper body, but Ammy just grinned toothily at his efforts. After a few seconds, he calmed down a little, smirking up at the dragoness. He glanced towards the pile of dust that he had left on the couch and smirked. "Still going to be hard to clean that up, and I won't be able to do it very well with my hands tied." To make a point, he made another big glob fall onto the couch, creating another mini pile of powder on the fabric.

"Oh I'm not going to make you clean that up right now," Ammy replied in a sing-song voice. "You were really pushing for this. So much so that I think you want me to tie you up and give you a punishment for being such an ass. Sound about right?"

Naxther gave a little huff and continued to smirk, but otherwise didn't reply. Ammy gave a smug smile. "I will just take that as a yes, shall I?" There was a tint of lighter colour across the dragoness's face now, a flush across her cheeks and muzzle that betrayed her excitement. Her eyes were bright and there was a mischievous smile playing over her face that made Naxther pause for a moment, wondering just what precisely was in store for him. But just because he'd been surprised and tied up didn't mean that he had to be happy about it.

"Well, you won't let me go, then how about I do it?" Leaning down, Naxther tried to reach the rope around his wrists with his teeth. If chewing himself out was what it took, then so be it. Once again though, Ammy was too quick for him, snatching a leather muzzle from the ground and then slipping it down Naxther's snout before he could jerk his head back to stop her. The tight leather forced his jaws close together, muffling any attempts at speech and making sure that his teeth would be of no help releasing him.

"None of that now," she said, letting out a little growl of her own. "Not very polite to try and undo all of my hard work now, is it? You definitely need this."

Her tail released his ankles, but Ammy moved her weight back onto his thighs before it did, making sure the black dragon's legs were still immobile. She picked up another length of rope from the ground and turned around with a grin. As she leaned over to use the rope, Naxther was suddenly faced with her slit, Ammy's tail hiking up a bit to give a peek. The dragoness let out a small chuckle, knowing full well what she was doing as she wove the cord around Naxther's ankles in a pattern. When she was done, each leg had a small 'cuff' of cord with a short length connecting them in a makeshift hobble. Nodding to herself, Ammy murmured, "That'll do until I can get the rest of the stuff. Now up you get!"

She wasn't gentle as she pulled Naxther roughly to his feet, yanking on his bound wrists until he had no choice but to reach a standing position. Ammy wrapped her tail around his wrists, forming a kind of leash that she used to tug Naxther forwards. He automatically took one step, feeling the makeshift hobbles made of rope snapping taut, almost making him fall over, but he just managed to regain his balance. Even beneath the muzzle, the black dragon was still smirking. There was no way that he was going to do what Ammy wanted, especially when she was trying so hard to put him in his place.

He was quite skilled at magic, and levitation, even to the point of flying, was nothing more than a parlour trick for Naxther. Before Ammy could tug him along and force him to take another step, he floated an inch or two into the air, feet clearly leaving the ground and allowing him to follow Ammy easily, without any mind to the hobble rope that she had put on him. The violet dragoness glanced back as she felt him moving a little too smoothly than she expected. A brief expression of annoyance crossed her muzzle, but it then transformed into a more devious smile. "Think you're so impressive, don't you?" she said, tugging him forwards again.

Naxther gave a slightly-muffled chuckle, following her easily and looking quite pleased with himself as she essentially pulled him across the room. "Well, we'll see how you feel in a few minutes," she said, not looking at him, but the black dragon could hear the smile in her voice. It made him just the tiniest bit uneasy, but he kept the levitation up.

The dragoness pulled him into their shared bedroom, which also happened to hold the toy and bondage collection. Ammy's tail released Naxther and he moved himself magically over to the king-sized bed, settling down on it comfortably and sprawling out as if he wasn't currently bound. There was a large armoire that was taller than Ammy in the corner, and that was what held all of the fun things in their collection. It was clearly where Ammy had gotten the rope to hold Naxther; one of the drawers was hanging open with various types of cords poking free.

Ammy wasn't very interested in those though, opening other drawers and rummaging around in them for a few moments, before turning to another one and repeating the process. "Where is it...?" she muttered to herself, opening up the large double doors to look inside the largest space instead. There were quite a lot of things jammed into the interior of the armoire. Naxther just watched, the picture of unconcerned boredom as he occasionally stretched his jaws a little, testing the limits of the muzzle. He could have, of course, removed it magically at any time, but it was a rather nice piece and he didn't want to ruin it. He used it on Ammy on some occasions, and he couldn't deny that it looked very good on her.

He began to wonder what she was looking for, in spite of himself, but he didn't let his curiosity show. Instead, he kept up the disinterested facade...right up until Ammy let out a victorious cry. "Aha!" she said, grabbing something that was at the very back of the armoire, bent over double in order to reach that far. When she drew back, there was a metal canister held tightly in her hands. It was easily as long as Ammy's forearm and made of dull, grey steel with some black text on the side.

It took Naxther a few moments to place it as Ammy turned to him, smiling widely enough to show off all of her teeth. "We can't have that pesky magic of yours getting in the way," Ammy purred, stalking closer. "I hope you remember this stuff; it was very hard to get after all."

She slowly approached the bed, twisting one end of the canister even more slowly, drawing it out, noticing how Naxther's eyes were fixed on her hands as he squirmed a little on the bed. A touch of concern was beginning to push out the cockiness that he was feeling. If that was what he thought it was... Considering his options, he began thinking through the steps of a teleportation spell but he didn't get more than halfway through it.

Seeing how Naxther closed his eyes, Ammy sprang forwards. "Uh uh!" she said, uncapping the end of the canister in a fluid movement and pointing the open end at Naxther. "You're not getting out of this quite that easily!"

The black dragon's eyes flew back open as he looked towards the canister, just in time to see a bubbling black liquid spring from inside as though flung out. The thick, chemical scent of latex filled the air as the liquid rubber latched onto Naxther's thigh. At once, he felt a numbing tingle in the area that faded almost immediately; it was a sure sign that his magic was being drained and dulled away. In only a few seconds, the thoughts of teleporting away were made pointless, even that spell rapidly becoming impossible, along with anything else.

"Harder than you think to get some living latex that feeds on magic," Ammy smiled, tossing the now-empty canister down onto the carpet nonchalantly. "But we've had some fun times with this one, haven't we?"

Naxther wasn't really listening to that, more focused on the latex as it rapidly spread to cover him. The shiny black substance seemed to eat away at the dragon's clothes as it flowed over him, spreading from his thighs down his legs and up his torso before leaping across to his tail and beginning to cover that as well. In moments, Naxther's lower body was nothing but latex, even flowing beneath the ropes on his ankles to leave the bondage in place. It wasn't slowing down though, moving up to Naxther's throat and then over his shoulders to encase his arms as well. The black dragon, increasingly shiny, stretched up his muzzle and head, futilely trying to delay the point when it reached his head.

It didn't work. The rubber swamped over his muzzle, moving beneath the leather muzzle and keeping it in place. His nostrils were left alone, leaving him free to breath, but his eyes weren't so lucky. The rubber swamped them, taking away the dragon's sight. His ears were next, making the world dull and nearly inaudible. The dragon squirmed around, unable to hear the squeaks from the rubber as he blindly looked around, feeling the latex cover the last part of him that was free: his hands. It forced him to close his fists, leaving his fingers utterly useless, though they were anyway with the cords around his wrists.

"Mmph!" Naxther protested, getting over the shock of being covered enough to make a sound. The leather muzzle was basically useless now; the latex had no openings or flaws around his muzzle, the unbroken rubber forcing his jaws close together on its own. Ammy seemed to have planned for this, because Naxther felt her hands. In the dark, he jumped a little, giving a light growl as she unbuckled the muzzle and took it off of his head. "There," she said, Naxther barely able to hear her. "Don't need that anymore!"

Now Naxther was just the tiniest bit worried, though he never would have admitted it. In the blink of an eye, the balance of power had been thoroughly shifted in Ammy's direction. Instead of merely going along with her plans, he was actually helpless now. The black dragon twisted his head around, tugging hard on the bindings around his wrists as he tried to listen. Ammy had vanished and he didn't know where she was exactly, but Naxther could feel her eyes on him, no doubt planning on what to do next.

There was a motion as some weight was put on the bed and he snapped his muzzle in that direction. Nothing else followed it for a few moments, then the same movement happened again. He could only assume that Ammy was putting things on the bed, but there was no chance of him knowing what it was. The dragon began to wriggle himself to the edge of the bed, scooting himself along with some muffled squeaks from the rubber. It was probably a pointless effort, but he couldn't very well just sit there and wait for Ammy to do more!

He had just managed to get his legs over the edge of the mattress, ready to stand, when Ammy suddenly shoved him back down, hard. "Uh uh," she said, Naxther having trouble understanding her through the rubber. "Damn you're squirmy...just hold still..."

There was a couple of tugs to the cords binding Naxther's wrists and he felt a surge of victory. Is she releasing me already? It certainly seemed so, the rope falling away. Naxther stretched out his arms, but Ammy grabbed one of them at once, moving it a little. Blind, Naxther was clueless as to her intentions and the latex layer dulled the sensations of a mild pressure. Too confused to really put up a fight, it was only when the same thing was done to his other arm, Ammy pushing him to cross his limbs, did he realise that she'd gotten out a rather particular bondage item.

Fuck, she's putting the straitjacket on me! Naxther tried to pull out his arms but it was too late. Ammy pounced, pushing him down onto the bed and forcing the rest of the garment onto him. The black dragon kicked his legs but couldn't stop her from buckling it one, ensuring that his arms were useless, trapped hugging his torso. Ammy pushed herself on top of Naxther, sitting on his belly with enough pressure to keep him still.

"There we go!" the dragoness said, stroking the latex hood. The rubber rippled, and Naxther heard her words come through clear and unobstructed. "No more squirming...all open now." There was a predatory purr to the words and Naxther felt her turn, the bottom of her tail brushing along his nose. He shivered, the motion running through his body involuntarily as she ran her palms down the inside of his thighs. The latex didn't dull those sensations at all; if anything, they were heightened.

"Mmph..." Naxther grunted softly, squirming a little less now. His attention was focused solely on his sense of touch as Ammy stroked at his thighs again, gradually getting closer to the black dragon's crotch. With another small shiver, he realised that all of his clothes had been removed by the latex, which meant... Her hands went up a little further, running on either side of Naxther's slit and he gave a slight moan, arching a little into the touch. Ammy let out a quiet giggle and did it again, pushing down on the dragon's hips to keep him still.

The stimulation was only gentle but combined with the bondage, Naxther couldn't help but feel his slit stir a little. The tip of his length emerged without issue, Ammy helping but rubbing around his slit. But then he ran into some problems: the rubber was still a tight covering over his crotch. His tip ran into it but then his cock was unable to grow anymore at all.

"Hhnnnnggg!" he complained through tight jaws, squirming around. Tugging on his arms was useless but he did it anyway, fighting against the straitjacket. The pressure in his slit seemed to double as Ammy touched it directly, trailing her fingers over it and the small peak that was his tip. That was even more sensitive than normal and Naxther shuddered at the pleasure, though it made his slit ache even more. Groaning again, except louder, he humped up at Ammy's teasing fingers with increasing frustration.

"You're getting noisy!" the dragoness scolded playfully. "Fine, fine, I'll help..." She began to push and pull at the latex, massaging it and by extension, Naxther's slit and length beneath it. He had expected her to cause the latex to withdraw down there, but instead the violet dragoness only angled his shaft as that it could grow, sandwiched between his scales and the skintight rubber. At least some of the pressure was released as his length filled out and Naxther was treated to the feeling of the tight latex rubbing all the way down his cock, as well as his tip.

Ammy added in her own strokes, just light ones with her fingertips, but it was still being amplified by the living latex suit. Naxther tried to move his tail, flexing and curling it up to his crotch so that he could add some firmer touches to his cock, but Ammy knocked it away before he could make contact. She reached out and put a hand on his tail a third of the way down its length, preventing him from moving it close enough to touch himself. Instead, the bottom half squirmed around against the bed, not able to reach.

The dragoness decided to step up the teasing a little bit though, switching from trailing fingertips to firmer rubs with her palm. When she reached his tip, rubbing it through the latex, Naxther gave a full-throated moan and humped against her hand. She let him do it, pressing his length into his belly a little more firmly before taking her hand back and letting him calm down a little. "My," she said, the smile audible in her voice. "You have gotten needy, and just from being covered and having your magic drained away. Let me sort out this tail and I'll give you something proper to moan about, okay?"

That didn't really bode well for Naxther but he still gave a thin whine through his nose as Ammy moved away, leaving his cock to throb dully against his belly. A few drops of precum leaked from his tip, just enough to provide some lubrication around his length and letting slide a little against the rubber. He was able to get the tiniest bit of movement around his tip if he arched all the way, so that was what he did.

The black dragon only got a few humps in though before Ammy was back, grabbing his tail. "I can see you're having fun," she purred. She readied the web of straps and buckles in her hand, wrapping it nimbly around Naxther's tail and then buckling the brace up tight. Naxther gave a complaining huff but was ignored as Ammy used a clip on the tail-brace to attach it to the straitjacket, ensuring that Naxther's tail wouldn't be able to interfere with what she wanted to do.

Ammy touched the living latex again, near his crotch, and Naxther gave a pleased growl through his makeshift muzzle as he felt the rubber layer ripple again, responding to Ammy's wishes. For a second, he thought that his cock was going to be released, but instead the latex withdrew from lower than his slit, baring the dragon's tailhole instead. The feeling of cool air playing over his bared rump was enough to make Naxther shiver again, squirming around as he tugged on his arms again, hoping against hope that the straitjacket would give. She better not be--!

Before he could finish the thought, something cool and slick pressed against him, Ammy giving another purr. "Don't fight against it," she said lightly. "You know it won't help..." The dragoness used her palm to apply more and more pressure to the plug. She had made sure it was more than adequately lubed up, but she also wanted to prolong it to tease Naxther. The black dragon shuddered as the violet slowly pushed against his tailhole, Naxther making huffs and growls of complaint but he was unable to stop his rump from being slowly pushed open.

He gave a strong huff through his nose, squirming as his rump was pushed open, a little strum of discomfort as he reached the widest part of the plug. Ammy didn't let it slip all the way into Naxther though, pulling it back and wiggling it by the base, causing more complaints and even a couple of muffled moans from the black dragon. Only when Ammy had had her fill of fun did she push the toy fully into Naxther, letting his tailhole close around the narrow neck of the plug.

The feeling of being stuffed and bound at the same time made Naxther's length twitch and pulse gently against his belly. More pre dripping from the dragon's tip, he felt needier than he had yet, subtly squeezing down on the plug as he humped and squirmed. The rubber was slipping and sliding along his length a little more now, sending shivers down the black dragon's back. "Mmm, how perfect," Ammy purred, sitting back and watching her partner squirm and try to pleasure himself as best he could. "I do so love binding you up..."

There was a pregnant pause, then she continued, "And when you're needy, it's even better." Her weight left the bed for a moment, Naxther giving a whine and squirming his hips around. He pulled hard at his tail, hoping to work it free and use the tip to stroke his shaft, but the tail-brace was too sturdy to do that. Naxther wanted Ammy to come back and keep stroking his cock or, even better, let it out of the confining latex and do something a little more.

The black dragon didn't have to wait long for Ammy to return, her presence signalled by the bed descending a little again as she sat down. The violet dragoness didn't speak, but her muzzle was next to Naxther's head. He could hear her breathing clearly, which meant that her muzzle was almost at his ear. For a few seconds, the breaths that he heard were low and quiet, but then they began to get a little louder, heavier. Naxther was a little bewildered at first, Ammy practically panting into his ear, when he heard her moan! The idea that she was pleasuring herself while he was left wanting made the black dragon growl and struggling, bumping into Ammy a little, but she just gave a louder moan, a soft giggle following it.

Even the noises she was making were a tease to Naxther, and after five minutes of it he was humping at the air again. "That's probably enough," the dragoness murmured, just loud enough for him to hear. "For the moment, anyway..." Naxther had noticed that there was a slight hint of Ammy's arousal in the air, but the scent had been there almost since he'd been bound in the first place.

"Try this," Ammy said, before running her fingers over Naxther's nose, the only part of him that the living latex had left bare. The dragon stiffened and gave a quick snort as the scent of Ammy suddenly got a lot stronger. The dragoness gotten her fingers liberally wet with her arousal, masturbating against Naxther, and then wiped the same on the end of his muzzle. He gave a growl but every breath he took was suddenly filled with the scent of horny ness. With his sight taken away, it seemed even stronger still and his cock twitched hard half a dozen times as he squirmed.

"Like that?" Ammy giggled, whispering lustily directly into Naxther's ear again. "Well, wait until you try this too!"

A heavy weight was added to Naxther's face before he could really react, still distracted from Ammy's scent. He squirmed in place, tail pulling at the straitjacket again, trying to figure out what the violet dragoness was fitting on him. It seemed to wrap around his head a little, squeezing tightly, but it was only when something pressed over the end of his nose did he realise what it was, synthetic chemicals flooding into his nose.

They had a gas mask in the toy cupboard, but it was something that had only been used a handful of times. Ammy had a habit of putting different things into the filters for Naxther to breathe in, and this time was no different. The black dragon recognised the mixture quickly; it was one of Ammy's favourite aphrodisiac concoctions. It was a fairly simple one, the smell of ness-in-heat filling Naxther's nose and overwhelming his senses. By itself, the pheromones were easily distinguishable from the real thing and Naxther would normally have been able to resist the effects, but with Ammy's arousal on his nose, it was another matter.

His nose mixed the two scents together and then accepted both as real, Naxther's body flooded with pheromones as though Ammy was in heat and rubbing herself right on his muzzle. The dragon bucked and humped at the air, his cock swelling just a tiny bit larger as he squirmed, trying desperately to get any contact to his length.

"Mmm," Ammy purred, trailing her hand down Naxther's chest, feeling his arms straining against the straitjacket. "It is much nicer when you're breathing in the best aphrodisiac that money can buy... I bet that it smells lovely; pity that it doesn't work on dragonesses." She gave a dramatic sigh. "I suppose that I'll have to make do."

She grinned widely, even though Naxther couldn't see her, showing off all of her pointed teeth. Watching Naxther squirm so needily was delicious, but the dragoness's own arousal was beginning to pull at her attention, demanding that she do something more to please herself, rather than just further teasing her partner. Still, she wasn't about to let the opportunity go to waste, not when he was so helpless in front of her.

"Might be time to get you out of there now," Ammy murmured, subconsciously licking her lips a little. For a moment, through the haze clouding his mind, Naxther thought she meant him and his bondage. Instead though, he latex around the dragon's crotch rippled again and, finally, his cock was allowed to spring out into the cool air, not forced hard against his belly. Naxther gave a moan of relief and arched his hips up; the feeling was almost better than being released...almost.

Naxther's cock twitched gently in time with his rapid heartbeat, pre leaking gently from his tip and running down his length. With the chemicals and scents in the gas mask, his arousal was only growing stronger and more immediate, the dragon's cock practically aching. Being blind only made him concentrate more on the sensations, and he could feel every single drip of precum as it rolled down his shaft.

"Mmmph!" he complained, squirming and trying to roll to the side, hoping to grind against the bed, but a hand on his shoulder kept the dragon's torso firmly pinned. He didn't know what Ammy was planning to do, but he wished that she would hurry up and get on with it. The moments seemed to stretch on, Naxther in the dark figuratively and literally.

When the touch did come, it nearly made the dragon jump out of his dark scales, feeling what was unmistakably a tongue run up the underside of his cock. Ammy's tongue was nimble and long, with a forked tip. It ran from his base to his tip in a single, smooth motion, pressing just firmly enough for Naxther to really feel it. He gave a loud groan and panted hard through his nose, only breathing in more of the aphrodisiacs. There was a quiet giggle from Ammy but she didn't make him wait before doing it again, this time letting her tongue curl around his shaft ever so slightly.

Naxther's length gave a strong pulse as he shivered and moaned, twitching up into the touch with his hips. The next lick was on the other side of his shaft, Ammy collecting the next drip of precum as it came and giving a light purr at the familiar taste. She made sure to go slowly and lightly, leaving Naxther whining and huffing in need but not giving him anything too stimulating yet. She didn't want to ruin the fun after all...

That didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy herself as she teased though. There was no way for Naxther to know, and he couldn't complain anyway. So the violet dragoness curled her tail down and under, running the tip along her slit before slipping the first inch or two inside herself with a soft moan. She pushed back a little, rocking herself as if riding something, and slowly working her tail a little deeper.

Ammy shifted on the bed, working her upper body into the right position for what she wanted to do. Naxther sensed the movement, anticipation building inside his chest as he gave a soft moan. Ammy positioned her muzzle over Naxther's length, a hand shifting it so that it pointed straight up, then, she let her tongue fall out of her mouth. It coiled nimbly around the dragon's cock in a spiral, Naxther shuddering as he got the most stimulation he had yet. But it was nothing to what was coming.

The violet dragoness lowered her muzzle, lips sliding down until her nose kissed the male dragon's slit and his length was enclosed in her maw. Naxther saw stars behind his closed eyes, even beneath the hood. It felt like he could hardly breath, even with the tantalising heat-scent at his nose. The feeling of a hot, wet mouth around him was heavenly and worth all of the frustration that had preceded it.

Ammy gave a giggling purr, the sound transmitted as vibrations that made Naxther buck and moan as loudly as he could. The dragoness didn't prolong this, her own sex feeling needier by the moment as she tasted her partner's length. She began to draw back, squeezing with her tongue as she did as well as suckling firmly until her lips were around his tip alone. Then she reversed the process, bobbing back down and setting up a slow rhythm.

The occasional purr broke through as well, making her whole muzzle rumble with pleasure. Meanwhile, Ammy was still using her tail on herself, having worked a good portion of it into herself, feeling the delicious stretch as the limb gradually thickened. But most of her focus was on her maw, one of her hands at Naxther's base whenever she rose up, the other pressing down on his hips to keep him still. More than that, she was also keeping track of the motions he was making, voluntary and involuntary. He had a couple of tics that she knew quite well...

Naxther wasn't thinking very clearing, mind wholly focused on his cock, feeling an orgasm quickly building inside him as a kind of pressure. He couldn't help thrusting into Ammy's maw, or trying too, and the moans that made it out of the hood where getting more strained. But just as he neared the peak, shuddering from tail to horn, Ammy pulled back completely, leaving him hard and throbbing, right on the edge.

The black dragon gave a howl, bucking and squirming with new energy as his length twitched dully against his belly, but without any more stimulation, the climax receded. With the gas mask, it didn't go very quickly. Ammy gave a giggle, running her hand down Naxther's side and purposefully avoiding his crotch. "Ah, I bet you were really hoping to cum in my muzzle," she purred, getting right up close to his ear again. "I don't think so though. No, I think it would be far better to put this to better use somewhere else." She used a claw to stroke up his shaft once, the dragon immediately humping upwards.

"Mmm," Ammy murmured, eyes bright and her breathing sharper than normal. "A good needy dragon..." Her tail pulled out of her sex, the last few inches glistening wetly. The oral had been as much for benefit as it had been for Naxther. With her muzzle right up against his slit, and the cock in her mouth, her had been filled with his scent, which seemed very male when her arousal was running so high, making it spike further.

She rose onto her knees and then swung around so that she was kneeling atop the black dragon. Her folds were placed just above Naxther's cock. The violet dragoness lowered herself carefully so that her sex rubbed against him, his length spreading her lips a little but not actually entering her just yet. Ammy gave another purr followed by a moan as she ground herself against him, angling her hips a little so that her clit received the lightest of rubs as she moved. More of her arousal slickened the dragon as she did so, Naxther strangely still. His entire body seemed frozen, instinctively knowing that there was more to come.

"Try not to cum too fast," Ammy purred into his ear before sitting herself back up and rising a little. The dexterous tip of her tail coiled around Naxther's cock, positioning it just right so that the head was nestled in between her folds, right at the dragoness's entrance. She was slick enough from her own teasing that she didn't need to wait any longer, lowering her hips smoothly.

Ammy's moans mixed with Naxther's far more muffled ones as he felt his cock squeezed tightly from all directions from the dragoness's sex, right down to his base. Ammy's pussy gave fluttery, rolling squeezes as she took all of him at once, her folds just kissing Naxther's body as she purred. The dragoness's tail coiled and wriggled a little in the air behind her before she put it to use, the end curling around Naxther's ankles and holding his legs still.

There was no gradual teasing now, Ammy ready to just keep going. She took a few seconds to adjust to the length inside of her, then began to rock herself slowly. At first, it was just grinding as she clenched and squeezed Naxther, but not actually rising off of him, just moving back and forth in a rocking motion. The black dragon shuddered and tried to thrust up at her himself, but with her hold on his legs and her weight on his hips, he didn't get very far.

Ammy let out a sound that was half moan, half giggle, as she felt her eager mate humping up at her, giving him a squeeze with her tail. Making sure he was properly pinned, she leaned forwards and brought her hips up a little, shivering at the feeling of the dragon's cock slipping out of her. Naxther gave another moan, feeling cool fair on the parts of his length that were exposed to the air again as the violet dragoness began to ride him, the sound of her pants filling his ears.

Beneath the latex hood, Naxther was seeing stars again and as Ammy sped up, they weren't going away. He'd been close to cumming before from her oral and it didn't take him long to begin climbing that peak again. Ammy wasn't far off herself, reaching down with a hand to rub at her clit as she steadied herself with the other, moving faster still. The dragoness squeezed down with her sex, giving a little growling huff as her arousal seemed to build in her lower belly.

The race between who would cum first was decided quickly, Ammy throwing back her horned head and letting out a roar as the muscles in her thighs tensed. Her sex squeezed down hard on Naxther's cock, and he couldn't hold back anymore. The feeling of Ammy's climax drove him to his own, the dragon's cock pulsing powerfully as cum spurted from his tip. As the motions from Ammy's sex continued, Naxther was milked for every drop.

It only ended when Ammy rested, panting hard, on his chest, letting out a pleasured purr as cum dripped slowly from her pussy. Naxther was breathing faster than normal as well, but he still had to breathe through the gas mask. The chemicals in that kept his length hard and aching, even after having climaxed. He felt far more sensitive than normal though, every slight motion that Ammy made while he was inside her making Naxther shudder.

"Mmm, all tired out already?" Ammy enquired, a purr in her voice. "I'm not though...and with that mask on you, I think that you'll be able to go a little longer." She rose back up, giving a squeeze to Naxther's length that made him moan in overstimulation and squirm. Ammy gave an evil smile, even though the black dragon couldn't actually see it.

"Let's see how many times I can cum before you can't do anymore, shall we?"