Toys
Sometimes you just need to encase a dragon or few in latex and get them all teased and denied and really, really horny. You know how it is. >.> Here's two more utterly entrapped dragons for your enjoyment, squirming and needy for who knows how long, with relief who knows how far away... or perhaps never coming at all <3 Perfect treatment for dragons don't you think? Certainly going to keep these two pacified and out of trouble for a good long time~
Just wanted to write something about a very trapped very needy dragoness, and this is what popped out this time :3 Had fun writing it, hope you enjoy!
"Are you sure?"
The tall, lithe dragon looked a little bemused, though not unhappy, but it was hard for Nymalla to keep her eyes on him; her attention kept being drawn off to the right, where one of her best friends crouched, moaning and writhing. Benrathen had been a handsome and confident red-scaled dragon, clever, quick, good at making her laugh and also surprisingly willing to spend an evening--or week--letting a dragoness boss him around, but now he was utterly black from snout to tail-tip, a thin layer of gleaming rubber covering his every scale. The latex hugged him so snugly that she could very nearly read his expression beneath the hood that blinded him, see how his jaws wrapped around that thick gag so muffling his voice, how his muscles tensed and twitched, the anxious need on his snout, the swollen slit between his hind legs betraying arousal... The only place he seemed to lack definition was his paws, reduced to featureless blunt mitts that trapped his claws and pinned all his digits, so he was unable to hold or slice anything.
When she didn't respond right away, the dragon who'd so ensnared him went on. "You'd be just like him. Trapped. Blind. Gagged, grounded, utterly helpless. You'd be chaste, teased endlessly, denied relief..."
"Mmnnff!" Benrathen gasped, punctuating that last pronouncement with a firm and impotent thrust.
She tried to keep her own tail from twitching. "Denied?"
"Of course." He prowled closer, between her and her friend, and gently stroked the top of his neck. "You'd be my toy, just like him... And I don't let my toys cum often. If at all." He smirked, and Benrathen moaned again, a little louder; she wondered how frustrating it felt for him, with the latex not letting him escape his slit despite his evident desire. "Just because you came here and submitted willingly won't get you any special privileges."
Nymalla forced herself not to tremble, thinking about it. She wasn't nearly so familiar with helplessness as her friend, but neither of them were familiar with orgasm denial--when she topped him, she made him be sure to finish her off first, but she'd never made him wait very long otherwise! And she knew he was a dragon of frequent desires, which due to his skill at pleasing a dragoness she'd hardly ever refused... She wondered if he could handle it at all. If he was even slightly prepared. What had driven him to challenge the other dragon?
"He earned that position... He knew the consequences. I've heard some rumors about him and you--maybe he wanted it, hmmm?" He smirked at her, and she blushed a little, watching as the latex-covered dragon writhed, and huffed, and lifted a paw to rub it between his hind legs, uselessly, moaning in what was surely needy frustration. But subbing for her for a little while was one thing--this was so much more extreme!
"I..."
He sat on his haunches and brought his front paws together; when he pulled them apart again, more of that shiny black material stretched between them, the edges glowing softly with magic. "I'm not saying I mind. I'm sure you'll look even prettier as a rubber toy, and you'll keep each other company quite well, not to mention having two toys will open up so many possibilities..." He wriggled a little in place, and she blushed hotter when she realized he was getting more than a little excited himself. "I'm just surprised a dragoness like you would choose such complete submission, when you could simply choose to keep being a dragon, rather than becoming my toy."
She glanced at Benrathen another time when he whimpered, but suddenly rather than her attention being drawn to him, she found her focus drawn to that span of inky black material between the mage's paws. To see nothing but that--nothing at all. To be powerless, to be so aroused, needy, and have no idea when relief would come... Her hind legs pressed together and her tail pressed down as the thought abruptly stirred no small amount of desire beneath her own tail. "I-- Mnnh. It's just-- Benny needs me. I worry about how he'll be if he's alone with you. And..." She blushed. "If you never let him climax..."
He tilted his snout to one side, but didn't interrupt, and Benrathen's mournful whimper only urged her on. She tried to tear her gaze from the waiting latex, but instead of meeting his eyes, she found herself looking down at his hard cock instead, imagining it beneath her tail, shivering... Gods, was she even going to say it? Could she handle it herself? But she wanted to help him, to be with him, even--especially--in a situation he must find so difficult!
"What if I asked... You give him relief more frequently, and in exchange, I-- I don't--" She shuddered again, stumbling to a halt, her sex somehow seeming to grow warmer with every word. Was she really doing this?
The dragon's grin broadened, but he didn't finish it for her. He wanted to hear her say it.
"In exchange--I don't cum."
"What a selfless dragoness you are," he purred approvingly, shuffling closer, his paws reaching slowly towards her. The latex was still several feet away, yet it seemed to fill more and more of her vision the more he held it there before her. "You'll make a perfect toy. Yes, I agree, I will let him have the orgasms you've sacrificed for your fellow toy. Just open your mouth, and close your eyes."
Nymalla's heart fluttered; her cleft rippled and burned hotter than ever, as if in rebellion. Just like that! She flinched back a step, nearly tripping over her own paws with how violently she trembled--the prospect filled her with such dread, anxiety, and somehow desire! She held up a front paw. "How-- How long?" she gasped, hardly able to breathe.
He only grinned wickedly, all his fangs bared. "That's the risk you take, toy, I'll be keeping both of you as long as I like. But something tells me I won't be tiring of either of you for a very long time..." His tail lashed out, coiling around one of her paws and drawing her closer. "So open your mouth. And close your eyes..."
"Mmmhhff!" Benrathen said--encouragement, thanks, warning? She'd never know. Obediently, casting one last look at the looming dragon's predatory expression, at her rubber-coated friend, at the taut sheet of latex in his paws, she opened her snout, and with that last sight of the world for who knew how long she shut her eyes tight.
He pulled the rubber over her head in one swift, sudden motion: one moment, the air caressed her scales, and the next, the latex squeezed down from all sides--even from within her jaws! Where her maw had been empty, now she found a firm, ridged, familiar shape filling her jaws, her tongue pinned down by a thick dragon-cock gag, the unyielding and faintly elastic material that encased her snout forcing her maw shut around it and stopping her from spitting it out. For a panic-inducing second she could not even breathe, before somehow little gaps appeared over her nostrils to let air in and out. She tried to open her eyes, to recoil, but there was nothing to see anymore, only the endless black void that her world had become!
"Be still, toy," he said, not harshly, but firm. "It would not be wise to be upsetting your Master already." Even as he spoke his paws swept down her neck, and she felt the latex follow his course, stretching from the base of her skull down to her shoulders; then he went down one of her forelegs, gently pulling her wrist. "Give me your paw now."
Cowed by the hood and gag, she obeyed, trembling as he stroked the back of her paw, the pad, the digits, and already she could feel layers of rubber wrapping and wrapping about her paw, until her digits were all pinned together and her claws could hardly flex; when he let her set her paw back down, the ridge in the rocky floor she'd been able to feel a moment before was gone, the mitten not just trapping her paws but muting her sense of touch with the thickness and give of the material. She moaned, her tail slowly lifting of its own accord as he gave her other forepaw the same treatment--she'd hardly ever let Benrathen or any other dragon get the better of her, she far preferred to be in charge, and yet the more powerless he made her, the hotter she seemed to become!
"Pull your wings in tight, now," he said, and she obeyed instantly; her lust to get mounted already had them tucking out of the way, to keep them safe during the rutting her body craved. Now the latex creaked as he guided it down her torso, covering the deep curve of her powerful chest, the tightly furled wings driven by all that strength, scale after scale vanishing beneath the coating that would make her his toy. When he reached her hips he paused, and she trembled, rolling her hips in the air, both dreading and fantasizing how it would feel when he rubbed beneath her tail. With how horny she'd become, she was sure to be so sensitive... But rather than let her find out, he changed course, to claim her hind legs instead. One, then the other hind paw was coated and trapped, all her claws gone now; only her rump and tail remained.
"Mmmhh. Mmmmmf, lllmmmm..." she started, but with the phallic gag filling her maw, she could hardly make a sound--she certainly couldn't make the eager plea she was crying out in her mind! She was so, so worked up now, something about surrendering to him, to this, it had so turned her on, it was beyond anything-- Please, if he could just give her one final orgasm, even just some good stimulation, before sealing her away!
But he spread his latex over her tail, instead, coating it all the way to the subtle spade shape at its tip, chuckling when she whimpered and swayed her hips side to side in denial. "I love the sound of a needy toy," he rumbled. "All those moans and whimpers, but no words... Toys don't speak, they only moan for their Master. Let's hear you moan for Master, now," he said, and a moment later one of his paws stroked across her ass, right over the tight entrance--
"Mmmhhhnn!" She moaned loudly indeed, her forelegs nearly buckling, neck arched to groan from the strain: it wasn't just covered in latex, his touch had brought a thick knotted shape plunging into her rear! Her eyes squeezed so tightly shut she saw stars even within the depths of her hood--she'd hardly ever taken anything back there and she was tight! She panted, and she gasped, her knees quivering as she gradually grew accustomed to the intrusion, a series of muffled and needy moans escaping her when at last she was brave enough to try to rock her hips again, feeling how the fat toy stretched her rump, filled up that tunnel so very near to the other that had become so desperately hot and wet in her lust!
And here he paused. "Just one thing left to claim as my own," he said, and though she trembled and whined, already imagining the sort of cock he might fill her with, he didn't bring his touch between her hinds. "You're not quite sealed yet, toy," he said, and when she felt his paws rest on her hips she shuddered--though perhaps that was from being called toy instead of her own name--and at once dropping into the most blatant and desperate mating display she'd ever given a dragon. Yes yes please-- "I could take you right now, before I finish... A reward for being a good and willing toy. I'm sure you'd like that, wouldn't you..."
Her snout bobbed eagerly, craning back even though she couldn't see a thing, pointed towards the sound of his voice to respond in kind. "Mmhmmmff! Lllmmm, lmmmmmf!" Just one hard ride before he started denying her, she needed it so bad, she'd love it so much!
"And then once I was done, mmmm. I saw you eyeing my dragonhood, toy... Back when you still had eyes, anyway. I'm sure you'd love to feel me inside you all the time, a nice, thick friend tucked away in that needy sex of yours to grind on to your heart's content, to pleasure and tease and give you that blissful stuffed feeling to remind you all the time that I've claimed you as my own... Not like you could possibly forget whose toy you are, but, you know."
She moaned again, raggedly, dripping wet now from how badly she craved it, nodding and suckling on her gag, humping the air and the knotted toy straining her ass for the little good it did her, sure that the display she was giving him must have been irresistible! And oh, just once, she wanted to feel him in her and feel how incredible it could be to cum on that big cock of his... "Mmmmff! Mmmhh! Mmmnngh!" For a moment he was quiet, and she trembled in lust--and then there was a puff of warm air beneath her tail. A nuzzle, ever so gentle against her needy, sensitive wet lips, at once encouraging her to grind back against his snout. For just a moment she got what she wanted, pressing herself to his scales, and her legs very nearly collapsed when she felt one slow, firm lap of his tongue over her clit! She howled approval past the gag in her jaws, tail twitching where she held it lifted high out of the way, and when he withdrew she made a series of soft, desperate little whimpers, more like that, please, it had felt so good and she needed it so badly--
"Of course, you've already asked that I never let you cum. So a special toy like you gets special treatment," he said. Before she could even whine in protest his paw rubbed over her entrance, front to back, one moment of firm pressure--and though she braced herself, she felt so ready for a thick dragon-cock to claim her just as he'd suggested, just as she'd started to imagine ever since the first toy found her rear, nothing happened! For a moment she felt latex stretch across her slit, but there was nothing else, no shaft, no-- no nothing! An instant later a tingle ran over her scales, following the path his paws had taken: from her snout to her shoulders, her front legs, her chest, her hips, hind legs, tail, groin... That-- that couldn't be it--!
Before she could start trying to protest more urgently she felt his paw again: not spreading latex this time, just stroking it, caressing the rubber that coated her. His touch wandered from flank to flank, over the base of the toy filling her rump, feeling the stout muscles of her tail and her hind legs. He teased her thighs, inching closer and closer to that aching, desperate sex, and she spread her hind legs still wider apart, whining, pleading-- Rub her right there, right on her cleft, please oh please she needed something to grind on! He came closer, closer, switched to the other leg, closer still, and then... "Mmmmhh! Mmmmmf! Llmmm!" And then hardly anything! The gentlest of pressure, but no stroking, no grinding, no digits teasing her lips!
"No, a special toy like you won't be having any of that. You asked for no relief, so that eager pussy of yours won't be getting any." He patted between her legs, but she hardly felt a thing, and she shuddered in realization. That he was going to deny her far more than just orgasms... "I hope that plug feels good."
A mournful moan was all she could push through her gag, trembling all over, her hips jerking unsteadily back and forth: unlike the latex that covered the rest of her, he'd somehow made the rubber between her legs thicker, stiffer, forming a hard protective shell over her burning cunny that transmitted naught but the most gentle pressure through it. One of her own mittened paws reached back--maybe he'd just been gentle to tease her! Maybe it wasn't as strict as it seemed!--but despite how firmly and vigorously she rubbed her mitt against her rubbery underbelly, she still felt hardly anything. Just her rump stretched around that big knotted shape, which even as she whined in denial began to stir inside her: first a slow vibration, then a gentle rippling that felt almost like a thrust, taunting the needy dragoness as it delivered the stimulation she so ached for to somewhere far less sensitive!
"Mmmmm! Lmmmmm!" The cockgag hardly let her make a sound, but she tried to beg anyway, feeling more and more utterly helpless by the second. She'd actually done it--she was really trapped--there was no way out and no way to make him listen or to cum or-- Something bumped against her snout in the blackness and she nudged back against it, moaning urgently, but when she heard soft mumbles in response she realized it wasn't her captor, it was Benrathen, his own soundly gagged and hooded snout pressed to her own. She rolled her hips and nuzzled back, panting through her nostrils as the dull slow tease slowly deepened the needy ache in her sex, making it impossible to think, to figure out what she could possibly do...
A third shape joined them, purring loudly, and gradually their new Master's snout nudged its way between them, and then a wing draped over her own bound, pinned limbs, drawing her in against his side. "I'd heard the two of you had a thing going, but I never realized how serious you two were. To sacrifice any hope of cumming just to give another toy some relief... You must care for him far more deeply than I'd thought! And knowing I don't just have two toys, I have a mated pair of toys, mmmmm," he wriggled against her, "that's even sexier."
Nymalla shuddered, feeling her snout flush under the latex. She'd never thought about her feelings for Benrathen that way--it had always seemed more casual, a friendship with admittedly very frequent benefits, but now that he'd said it surely she wouldn't have done this for just anyone, right? Had she thought of him as her mate? And--if they'd been mates, what did that make them now? With his cock and her needy sex both under the mage's control... "Mmmn! Mmmffn!" was all she could say, her voice and his own muffled mumbling perfectly unintelligible, impossible to deny or admit his assessment of their relationship.
"Not that you two will be mating anytime soon... Though I'm sure watching you try will be fun to watch." He rumbled in amusement, then started to walk forward, the embrace of his wing pulling her along, keeping her pressed to his side. "Come, toys," he said, and with his body as her guide she stepped forward, paws shuffling as she walked through the unfamiliar blackness. Her own cave, she might have managed just fine in such a hood, every crease in the floor, every spot her paw could land familiar to her... But in this unfamiliar place, utterly blind, the thickness of her mittens muting any contours in the stone, she might as well have been walking in an endless, featureless void, with no idea where the walls would be, where any obstacles on the floor might be, or the cave entrance or other caverns or anything! All she really could feel was the thick plug beneath her tail, shifting inside her with every step, the intrusion and her high arousal making her hips sway, as it teased and distracted her even while she walked! Her forelegs kept wanting to fold, she couldn't force herself to lower her tail, and she quivered in denial as she followed along... If there was one positive, it distracted her from anxiety about where she was walking, but it also meant she couldn't focus enough to try to count her steps or feel which direction he guided her in, and of course the more it teased her, the hornier she got!
She thought she could hear Benrathen moaning as well, from Master's other side, and she whimpered in shared lust as he marched them along. "Mmmnnhh!" How was she so pent up already and what on earth was she going to do about it? Gods she'd do anything to feel a dragon's shaft plunging into her slit, and it had only even been a few minutes yet! And-- and he hadn't said when he'd let them go free, only that she'd never cum while his toy--
By the time he finally told them to stop she was shaking all over in lust and denial and high, helpless anxiety that only seemed to stoke her need higher, and when his wing pressed down she sank gratefully onto her belly, panting through her nostrils, her cleft quivering in empty need. The surface beneath her was uneven, soft and lumpy--pillows, blankets? Impossible to tell through the latex encasing her, but she was grateful for the comfort all the same, especially when she started to grind against them almost out of instinct... and, to her frustration, felt only the toy in her ass continuing to tease. "Mmmmhhg!"
Her new Master spent a few moments shifting around next to her, his draped wing vanishing from her back as he twisted and rolled, then his smug, purring voice said, "don't be shy, toys, cuddle up to Master." She moaned, but did as he asked at once, wriggling around to press herself up to his side... and immediately start humping that, instead, drawing a soft chuckle, his paw stroking the top of her hooded head as she blushed and shivered. It was as if her pride had utterly vanished, she managed to think for a moment, before the haze of needy lust pushed other thoughts out of her head once again; she moaned, she pressed her snout against what she thought was his neck, and blushed further when she heard the other toy moan back, evidently just as eager to obey.
"Now, Toy-- hmmm. I suppose you're Two, if I have to speak to just one of you, and you who so foolishly thought yourself my rival are One." Again he patted her snout, rumbling. "As I was saying. All you need to know about being a good toy is to do as you're told. That if you're a bad toy, you will be punished," he said, and after a moment finally her aching pussy felt something: a sudden shock of pain, which her sensitivity only made even more intense! She flinched and whined and rapidly shook her head--that hurt, someplace very tender! Though it also didn't do much to slow down her horny thrusts, and he only patted her again. "Let that be a strong incentive not to misbehave! And of course, being a good toy means you will be rewarded."
Immediately she hoped, and her hope was fulfilled: the latex that so snugly cupped her sex began to vibrate, focused around her clit and giving that oh so sensitive nub a blissful moment of sensation! And almost before she could even react, before she could moan and spread her hinds further apart to let it happen it stopped again, that reminder of how amazing she could feel only leaving her hornier than ever! She wailed into her gag and rubbed herself against his side even faster than before, please, please, she just wanted more of that-- "Mmm! Mmmrf! Mmmmmfff!"
"Oh, you like that, do you? Well then, all you need to do to earn some more rewards is keep being a good toy. Now for One, being a good toy for long enough will earn them an orgasm, but since you specifically requested to never cum..." She shuddered and whimpered. He kept on emphasizing that, rubbing it in, and every time he said it her need just got even more intense from the reminder that it wouldn't be satisfied! "Your good behavior will just help your mated toy earn more frequent climaxes. A needy toy like you should find that nice and simple, yes?"
Her whole body was trembling, anxious and horny and submissive, desperate, so utterly trapped... "Mmmmhh! Mmhmmf!" she said, nodding her snout, breathing hard and still humping him, her needy vent feeling virtually nothing, only a ghost of sensation through the thin wall of flesh that separated it from her rear stuffed by that pulsing, teasing toy, it was so arousing and frustrating and she couldn't take it! And she had to take it...
"Ssshh, shh, it's okay. Just be a good toy for your Master, now." His pats to her snout and neck were softer this time, almost soothing, and though she whimpered and kept grinding, her trembling grew a little less. "Perhaps you simply need something to keep you occupied, hmmm?" he pondered next, and then she felt him grasp one of her horns, gently steering her snout down along his body, further, further, until she realized what he was doing an instant before her snout bumped into something stiff! Her snout flushed hot, but she was already starting to gently nuzzle it when the order came.
"That's it, toys. Worship my cock--well, as best you can, I know, your maws and your tongues are a little occupied, but give me a good nuzzle, show your appreciation. And give your gags a good sucking while you're at it, let those cocks feel what you would be doing if I gave you permission."
She heard a moan from her fellow toy, their own snout right next to her own and the two of their hooded noses bumping together as they nuzzled in good and close to Master's firm shaft. Even as she slid her nose down towards its base she faintly heard suckling noises from his own hood, somewhere nearby in the utter blackness, and though she blushed hotter still at the show of submission she was too eager to obey--too eagerly horny and longing for the fantasy--to refuse his order. She'd only gotten a brief look at his dick before losing her sight, but the fat phallic gag was a more than worthy facsimile for her attentions, and she lost herself at once in her imagination: her tongue pressed to its underside, cupped and rubbing over the flesh however she could, lips curling gently around the points of her teeth to clamp down around its base, and then to suck, tilting her head so the bridge of her snout rubbed firmly against the underside of his real shaft as she pantomimed bobbing her head on it.
"Mmmnh. That's it. One is so excited to suck cock that I'm beginning to wonder how I ever assumed he was straight," he taunted, and though the toy groaned and mumbled in response the big cockgag swallowed his words, and the very horny edge to his moans betrayed how aroused he must have been by the plug surely under his tail, even to a sensory-deprived toy who couldn't see him grinding so needily against it and his Master. "What good toys you are already, mmmm."
She tensed up a little at the praise, hoping--silently pleading as she nuzzled where his shaft emerged from his slit--yet this time instead of vibrations teasing her clit, it was the fat dragon-cock under her tail that started to vibrate! And it was just strong enough for her to feel a hint of that pleasure in the achingly empty, needy tunnel that was so close to the one stuffed so full, a steady and oh so gentle sensation that wiped the already-addled dragoness's mind blank of anything other than a need to feel more, to earn more pleasure, to be a good toy!
"Mmmh..! Mmmmf! Mmmmgh!" she moaned, and "mmmmmnf!" the other toy responded, twin latex-hooded, cock-sucking snouts rubbing back and forth against that hard, throbbing shaft, nuzzling it, occasionally nuzzling each other when their snouts met, their voices growing more ragged and breaths faster as they were teased on, and on, and on... Master was content to let them keep on showing their lust for his dragonhood for... for.. She couldn't say how long it was. She just knew her need, how desperately her hot sex ached for attention, and how the longer this went the more she'd be willing to do for a reward like that first one he'd teased her with! And the only way to earn that was to be a good toy: to keep nuzzling, keep fellating her gag and imagining it was his cock, oh she wished it was his cock she'd show him the sort of ecstasy she could give him and that she deserved! And all the while still uselessly grinding her belly into his side, feeling only what the toy in her rump gave her and longing for so, so so much more...
At last a paw gently seized on one horn and pulled her snout away from Master's cock. "That's enough for now. Very good toys." A little thrill of satisfaction ran through her at his approval, a needy quiver of her cunny as she longed desperately for a reward to accompany it--but though the vibrations of her buttplug died down, that amazing tease to her clit didn't return. She gave a low, desperate, pleading moan; what did she have to do to earn that ecstasy again? Her whole body trembled in need, clenching down just made her feel how much the big knotted shaft strained her rear, so taut and full while her sex was so empty-- Please--
But Master only slithered out from between them, rumbling, and she blushed beneath the latex when his paw descended out of the blackness to pat her on the head once more. "Unlike you two, I still need to eat, so I will return later. But you toys will behave without me, right?"
She shuddered again. She hadn't realized--that he must have put spells on the thin layer of rubber that encased her, so he'd never have to let her see, let her speak, remove her gag or that big plug? She'd-- she'd get no reprieve at all, not even moments of even the slightest bit of freedom--! Her gag swallowed her muffled powerless whine, and he just went on as if she hadn't made a sound. "What am I saying, of course you'll be good, after all, you've been such eager well-behaved toys so far. Not big, strong, quarrelsome dragons... Just horny, needy toys eager to please, and eager to stay toys for as long as I want to own you. It feels so nice to be this way, doesn't it?" She couldn't help but moan in lust even as her snout flushed hot under the latex at the suggestion, as did he, and Master chuckled. "That's what I thought. Keep on fantasizing about me while I'm gone, that it's my cock you're gagging on, my cock stuffed deep under your tails, and how much you love pleasing your Master."
She pressed her thighs together, groaning and twitching her hips. Oh if only he was stuffed inside her next to that plug! But almost before she'd even tried to beg again he was gone, the sound of his soft footsteps fading into the endless black that surrounded her, leaving her alone with her fellow toy. "Mmmh-- Mmmmff! Mmnn, mmhh, mngh..." After a moment what must have been his latex-coated snout bumped against hers, making low needy moans with every breath--or was he trying to speak? With her own snout wrapped around an equally thick, deep gag, she knew already just how impossible it was to make a recognizable word, and all she could do was moan back at him. That plug was still teasing her, she was still achingly, desperately aroused, and the faint stimulation was hardly doing anything for her at all save making it impossible to think of anything but how impossibly horny she was... "Mmmh, mmmnn! Nmmmllff!"
She flinched and trembled all over, a moment of clarity breaking through the lustful haze now that Master wasn't there to so dominate her attention. What-- what had she done-- Her paws rubbed up and down her snout, the smooth featureless mittens offering no purchase to even try to stretch the latex, let alone grip it, or cut through--she was trapped inside, she couldn't escape the latex shell imprisoning her, she was helpless and stuck and she couldn't cum-- Why was that making her so overwhelmingly horny? Why couldn't she contain herself-- why couldn't she resist, where was her pride and her determination? She-- Fuck, she just needed to cum, she wanted to cum, she'd do anything to get her wet needy sex stuffed full... The teasing shaft in her rump felt good, made her want it more, made it so easy to suckle her gag and imagine...
It just took a moment and one steady thrusting ripple from her plug to push her right back down, and then the other toy was pressing himself up against her, breaths labored, smooth mitts against her shoulders, his underbelly against her own, rubbing, grinding... "Llmmmm! Mmmmf-- lmmmf mmm mmmmmfff..!" She gasped at him, whimpering, not even sure what she was truly begging for when he was just as helpless and surely couldn't free her or help her orgasm, just wanting him to do something even if she didn't know what he possibly could do to help her, or himself. He moaned back, just as ragged and needy, and pushed her onto her back on the pillows. His forelegs pressed down on her chest, his hinds forced hers wide apart, and with his blunt cockgagged snout pressing to her throat he ground the trapped mound of his chaste slit against her own.
Pent up as he was his thrusts were short, rough, and utterly useless, not one iota of stimulation making it past the latex to grace her aching empty cunny, but even without it the feeling of being held down by a dragon and humped satisfied some deeper part of her mind. The part that wanted to be pinned down, to be claimed, to be trapped in place and mounted by a big strong dragon and given all she could handle and more-- "Hhmmm! Mmmf... Mmm mmmm! Lllmmmm!" If only this gave her anything at all! Even her plug was hardly teasing her now, as if rubbing in how the two toys couldn't do a thing to help each other, to satisfy each other, how his throbbing trapped chaste cock and her hot quivering and horribly empty pussy could be so desperate to meet and so close, right there on the other side of two thin layers of rubber yet with no way to find what they sought no matter how they pressed together...
She writhed and bucked beneath him, fantasizing, longing for more, crying out in muffled helpless need as her insides squeezed down, one tunnel stretched taut around knotted plug and the other so unfilled and unsatisfied. She wanted to cum but she couldn't cum, she'd asked not to cum, which only made her even more desperate for the next best thing--for pleasure, for a tease, for any stimulation at all making it beneath the hard rubber to soothe her hot sensitive clit... And she couldn't get it, no matter how hard they tried: she'd have to earn it. She needed to earn it, she needed to be good, to be a good toy for Master and please him, suffer all this horribly arousing denial for him, stay denied so his other toy could have relief... She shuddered in denial, she moaned from her desire and the feeling of the big toy so faintly teasing her rear, and he moaned back, both of them grinding hard and uselessly, unable to stop, far too horny to do anything but keep trying and long for the chance to earn a reward.
Already the two writhing, grinding mates wanted nothing more than to be good latex dragon toys, to receive his praise and whatever pleasure and relief--or lack thereof--Master thought they deserved, whether they remained his possessions for a week or a month or a year...