The Release of Bondage

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Dominating a Dragoness

The dragoness moaned, twisting back and forth. At least, she tried to. It was not easy to move at all when in bondage, the thick, latex straps wrapped around her like the arms of a lover. As a feral dragoness, she normally walked on four legs, but Nissa did not feel like a creature of the land or the sky in a moment like that, tied up in the clearing out in the forest with nowhere to go.

The last rays of the setting sun brushed her scales as she moaned, the deciduous trees arching overhead, the wind tickling through the leaves. It provided a nice backdrop to what was happening to her, though all she could grind into was the forest floor, her vent dripping with arousal.

Entrapment offered a release for her, as strange as that may have sounded to those that were not as into bondage and being tied up as she was. Nissa whimpered, her dark red scales glorious, her muzzle forced open with a ring gag, though it still allowed her tongue to slip through it, lashing back and forth. It was a failed ploy at being in control of something, anything, the latex stretched and stuck to her hind legs, which were tucked up towards her body, the latex binding them tightly. Her tail had been pulled up and forced over her back as she squirmed onto her side, the arch of it drawing the eye down to her vent. It did not even matter that her tail was tied off with more stretchy latex to her neck, though it was not tight enough to cut into her throat. That kind of play she was not as into.

It had to be the right mood.

Her forelegs were trussed up in a similar fashion, wings bound and pinned down also, everything tight, so very tight. Yet all everything did was make Nissa's vent drip more and more, moaning for release, wriggling and squirming. The trail of a blade of grass caressing her flushed and plump vent made her whimper again, though it was not enough, nowhere near enough, not as her clit throbbed and ached for attention.

"Having fun there?"

Nissa groaned. The answer was "yes", but the kind of response that made her want him all the more, his casual, playful dominance over her. She'd fallen for the captain of the guards so long ago, but never known what he liked to do in his downtime, until he'd taken a princess and shown her what a whore she could be.

With Damascus looming over her, resplendent in black scales that somehow dwarfed the golden points of her crimson body, her elegant, fine horns, she was no longer a princess of the realm.

She didn't need to be that all the time.

He stalked her in a tight circle, surveying his prey while she shivered under his gaze. She moaned and squirmed, open-mouthed and drooling, though that only served to add to the delicious humiliation of it all. Damascus smirked, though she did not catch much of his expression as the lashed latex around her neck kept her tail in place along with her neck. There was very little range of motion as her fine wings pushed against the latex bondage, shifting and wriggling, yet her muscles tensed, bunching and contracting, where there was no way for her to release them.

It was all well and good, however, the drake crooning as he stroked her muzzle, poking her tongue, so very easily showing her very much he was in control of her. He could do anything to her, anything at all, and she wanted it all. She wanted his claws trailing over her, poking into every nook and cranny of her body, showing her how helpless she was. In the real world, her real life, Nissa was powerful, and Damascus was below her. There, in their play, the relief of it all, there was a break from the world that everyone expected them to fit into.

It was all Nissa sought.

"Such a needy dragoness, all tied up out here in the forest and so alone..."

His claw stroked her vent, teasing the edges of it, catching a drop of her moisture on the tip. He was gentle enough not to hurt her as he smeared it over her clit, the glistening nub pulsing softly, though it was out of time with the beating of her heart. Nissa's lusts rose with his touch, the feel of him pushing against the base of her tail - and she lifted it all the higher for him, revealing herself to him even though she was already exposed.

It was all she could do, all that she wanted to do. All for her stud dragon, the drake who made her weak at both the knees and the wings, whether she was on the ground or in the air. She tried to grind back against him, but all she managed, rocking on her right side, was a helpless sort of squirm, Damascus laughing softly, though there was no malice in the sound.

"Let's try this... See how much you really need a length of hot dragon meat to plough you full, slut."

Yes... Oh, yes. She was his slut, always his whore, a bitch that needed to be bred. She may not have been in heat, but the lure of a belly full of eggs was too much for a dragoness, like her, in their prime to bear. She needed it, hissing through her open mouth for it, biting into the ring gag as if she thought she could slice through the entire thing. It was bound in place by latex imported from the western kingdoms, however, and one of the properties that it held was being rendered impervious to a dragon's bite.

With it, she was helpless, squealing as his tail pounded into her open cunt without warning. There was no resistance there until he got to the thicker part of his tail, driving it in hard and fast, treating her hold as if it was something there to be fucked and fucked alone. There could have been no other use for her in his head as his tail fucked her, plunging into her sopping wet cunt, again and again, her pussy squeezing his tail.

"Rrrrfff... You trying to drag my tail in deeper, slut?"

Yes, yes, she was. She wanted it, craved it, moaning out loud for it, the entrapment of the bondage so very much for her that she had to bear through it. Yet it was all very much worth it as she cried out, over and over, her exclamations strangled and broken, unable to quite use her lips properly in such a position. That was all part of it, however, the restriction and feel of it closing in around her, pulling against her scales and muscles. In the morning, there would the maids that would wonder at how some of her scales were scuffed and cut up before they should have been, for it was not shedding season yet, though Nissa would never reveal her secrets to them.

"Unff... Tight slut..."

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