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Gods, he was huge.

I know, I should have seen that coming. He was a giant dragon, after all, and I saw him almost every day prowling through the biggest tunnels near the surface. (He'd even spoken to me a couple times, and what wonderful days those had been!) Still: there was a difference between knowing that surely the big dragon had an equally worthy dragonhood lurking beneath his chastity belt, and seeing that massive tool released at last. It was as thick as my torso, it was bigger than me, and seeming not at all diminished by having not seen the light of day for an entire generation of kobolds. I hadn't even touched it yet but already he was squirming, his great armored chest rising and falling, chains rattling softly as he pulled against the massive links needed to hold down those powerful limbs of his: his forelegs, tucked up against a heavy steel collar around his neck, his hinds spread wide, chained to staples set into the floor of the cavern to hold them there, and a whole set of heavy shackles to hold down his tail.

I watched those big, sharp hind claws curl and then relax again. Oh, our dragonlord was eager... It was almost a shame I was forbidden to let him cum.

His hips twitched, and the pronounced head of that massive cock bounced gently: fully hard with no encouragement save the removal of his chastity to finally allow it. He was going to be so so sensitive, too, and I reminded myself not to get carried away in my excitement to actually be with our lord, to touch him, especially somewhere so special! I knew I'd have to be careful... but that was fine. The opportunity was once in a lifetime, and I was going to savor this. It might be another 20 or 30 years until the elders decided to unlock him again, and by then I'd be old and creaky; I was blessed to have such a chance to be intimate with our lord, and I was going to make this opportunity last.

I climbed up onto his tail, and he moaned softly, voice muffled by the gag in those fearsome jaws and the hood enveloping his head over top of that. Did he know he wouldn't be cumming today? I wondered briefly, pausing again to admire his shaft. Its great head, a set of ridges along its underside, so alike the males of my kind despite such a difference in size--at least until my eyes reached its base and saw the massive girth of the knot waiting there. I couldn't help but imagine how much such a shape must strain the females of his own kind, even at their similarly colossal size...

When was the last time our sister tribe a few mountains away had let their dragon orgasm? Was she as pent up as our dragonlord?

That flesh right there in front of me was too tempting to just watch any longer. I crawled closer and closer, to the base of his tail, to where his slit parted wide and that huge spear jutted up from within; his scales were hot against me, but as I reached out a hand the exposed skin felt even hotter, and at last I got to touch him, one hand gently stroking just above the start of that knot.

"Mmmmm!" He bucked hard beneath me at that first contact, and whether because it was the nearest thing to grasp or because I really wanted to get to know it more I wrapped my arms around his cock and clung to it to avoid being thrown off, which only made him moan louder! He writhed and his hips twitched up and down, bouncing me gently against his slit, that shaft slipping gently back and forth in my arms, and that was when the plan in my head to take things slower than slow went right out the window. How could I possibly resist? I'd fantasized for years about being the kobold to pleasure our dragonlord! I had already embraced him, and with my cheek practically pressed against him, it was so easy to nuzzle right beneath the head of that length, hug it against my breasts and grind myself with equal eagerness if far less earth-shaking force back against him. His whole body trembled and his limbs strained against their bonds, a longer, louder moan of desire escaping his hood.

Clinging on this tightly I could feel his heartbeat in the throbbing of his flesh, pounding against my body as I clung to him. He thrust, my whole body moving with his, and of course I encouraged him, how could I not? Our beloved dragon worked so hard to protect the tribe, he deserved this reward! I nuzzled him again, and when his flesh tensed against me I squeezed, gasping and pressing myself to him as I did, getting not just to pleasure him but to share some of that pleasure with him and oh, that felt so good... He seemed to agree, so I kept going, rubbing my snout on him, dragging my body and my arms up and down against his ridges, wondering what I could possibly do to that knot--and whether it'd be too risky to even play with it, or his glans, considering he'd been pent up since my great-grandfather was still just a whelp.

Tentatively I let my tail rest against his knot, and then stroke from side to side, and the reaction was just as dramatic as I'd imagined! The dragon arched and bucked, groaning, his whole shaft pulsing against me as he thrust, shuddering when I rubbed up and down again, his claws curled; and when I looked up I saw pre drooling from his tip. Already--I needed to slow down! As much as I wanted to keep going, and make our dragonlord happy, I made myself let go with just one more nuzzle. Again he bucked and bounced in his bondage, letting out a muffled howl and yanking all his chains taut, but the gear held despite his massive strength and eventually he sagged back, making a most unfearsome whimper.

It was so unlike any other sound I'd ever heard him make! Our lord was fierce and powerful, protective of our tribe, and yet... Now he was helpless and quivering, hardly a minute of contact enough to coax such a pleading sound out of him! I reached a hand out to offer a couple of comforting pats, though it occurred to me before I even touched him that it'd surely just feel like more teasing to touch him like this. I did it anyway, softly patting and stroking one of those ridges, able to lean on my tail for balance this time while he squirmed and twitched, feeling my own lust burn hotter and hotter as that cock jumped and pulsed before me. "Mmmmhh," he whined again. "Mmmhf! Mmmfff...!"

I knew the debate among the elders had been fierce. Some had said that with it having been over a century since his last orgasm, the dragon would be too relieved afterward to misbehave even if he wasn't so pent up; others had cautioned that last time they'd let him cum, he'd been rebellious and hardly manageable for years. The incident had plainly left such an impression that even now generations later many still insisted our lord could never be allowed another orgasm no matter how well he behaved; some even said it was too dangerous to even remove the chastity once every couple of decades. Lucky for me, that group had been outvoted! But in the end, the instructions were clear: pleasure him, tease him, edge him, but do not let the dragon cum.

I could do that. But oh, our poor, pent up lord... I was so grateful for his protection, looked up to him and admired him and loved him, but I had to be strong: no matter how plaintive, how needy he sounded, I could not give him what he wanted!

Now that I'd gotten to know that towering shaft before me, I was able to contain myself enough to do what I'd been imagining for all the days leading up to this meeting: take it slower. I took the time to explore him with just the gentle touches of my hands, to find where he was sensitive and where he was_really_ sensitive, starting as low as I dared and working my way up. That meant starting at that intimidatingly huge knot--something I hadn't even realized he would have, though to be fair I now must have been one of only a few living kobolds who'd even seen it! Having seen--well, felt--_his reaction to my tail already, I was even gentler now, using just the tips of my short blunt claws to trail over his pulsing flesh from the _very bottom, where it emerged from his slit, and slowly work upwards from there. I let my hands slowly crawl up around the curve of the knot, then back down again, up, and down, and he rewarded me with a series of short jerking thrusts plus a long, plainly frustrated huff that came rushing from his nostrils; after that I couldn't help but be curious and ever so carefully I wrapped my arms around, and around, until just barely I could get my fingers to touch on the far side--and then gave his knot a squeeze!

That earned the loudest moan yet, and he shuddered and bounced beneath me, heartbeat thudding through his flesh, his whole length twitching in my embrace! He was just as loud when I let go again, but no matter how he kicked and struggled there on his back I didn't treat him to that a second time--not yet at least, no matter how it made my heart sing to drawn such sounds of pleasure from him.

It made me blush. That I, such a little kobold, could have such total power over our dragonlord!

Only after he'd subsided did I touch him again: above the knot now, which drew a whine from him that I wasn't sure was longing, denied, or even relieved that for a moment I didn't tease him so intensely! While stroking his ridges still made him thrust, his movements were slower, gentler, and the smooth 'upper' side of his shaft seemed less sensitive still; I spent a while here, feeling over one ridge, then another, letting my hands slide side-to-side along one, then up and down over a couple of them in sequence, and he sure liked that second pattern--he arched again, he groaned, and his hind claws clenched tightly for a few long seconds! "Mmmmrrfff.... Mmmmg!" he huffed, and again I imagined all of the force he could summon to bury himself in a female--how he must have yearned to, with how pent up he was. Well, dragons lived a long time, and maybe in another few decades he'd get a chance, if our elders chose to negotiate an egg or two with our sister tribe...

For now the dragon only had me, and I was far, far too small for that. I could hug him though, so I did that again, this time going so far as to lick his uppermost ridge as I squeezed, which made him pick up the pace of his humping, his shaft throbbing with all that pent-up power against my soft little scales! His hooded head lolled to the side and, "mmmmh, mmmff, mmmmmffff," he moaned again, his limbs tense, muscles wound up tight, and I contemplated edging him again this way. But there was one place I hadn't explored yet, and as I expected it to be sensitive, if I didn't do it soon I might not be able to risk it at all! So I let go, and lifted my hands, and caressed the very head of his shaft.

"Mmm, lmmmm. Mmmmmm! Hmmmff!" The dragon trembled, he wriggled underneath me, his sides belled out with breath and then slowly fell again while my fingertips traced the flared shape that defined the head of his cock, where it broadened and then narrowed once more towards the very tip. Higher and higher my touch roamed, and he grew still more tense, like he hardly even dared to thrust himself! Was he being a good dragon and holding himself back? Did he suspect I wouldn't get him off, and was trying not to get his hopes up? Either way when I gave his glans a squeeze between my fingers he lost that composure, shuddering and bucking and nearly throwing me off as more pre dribbled from the tip of his mighty, denied dick... I couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would feel to him if only I gave all my attention to his head or his knot, how happy it would make him, how powerful indeed our dragonlord's orgasm could be. How much cum could a dragon release, after so much time?

Enough to drown some foolish kobold, probably. So I stopped squeezing and just gently fondled that wedged tip some more, even throwing in a few more licks and kisses to his topmost ridge while I did. I liked how he humped, I adored the muffled moans he made, I loved to feel his powerful body shuddering and struggling beneath me, against me... I wished I could just stroke and squeeze as much as I wished without having to worry about setting him off--it was distracting to mind how he quivered and see if it felt like he was getting too close! Perhaps our smiths and mages could solve the problem somehow; an enchanted ring, maybe, to shut behind that knot he must have been so proud of that would keep him denied no matter what I did...

Though I wondered if a constant squeeze down there, where he was so sensitive, would drive the dragon mad.

Not that I wasn't driving him a bit mad myself! I could feel--hear--his breaths growing more rapid, so I eased my stroking back to just the gentlest of touches, and he thrashed a couple of times in rebellion before lying back and whimpering helplessly. Our poor lord, if only I could give him what he wanted, he would surely be so thankful! But oh, gods, to have all the power a dragon did, to want something as desperately as he must have wanted an orgasm, and despite his strength be helpless to get it... To gaze up at that mighty dragonhood of his, be so awed--dwarfed by--its size, and know that no matter how impressive it looked or how aroused it was he wasn't allowed its release! It was so damned hot to think about...

One of my hands wandered between my own legs for a moment, but not long: I simply couldn't keep my hands off his cock, not now that I'd grown so familiar with it. The power I held over him was almost intoxicating. He was helpless, we were both horny, but all his pleasure was up to me, and no matter how big or strong he was or how much we all worshiped him, I wasn't going to let him cum. Our dragonlord was just my helpless toy, and I was going to enjoy him... So I leaned in close, I nuzzled and I stroked my hands up and down and rode one of his ridges, and oh how he moaned! I moaned too, far less mighty even though I wasn't nursing several feet of gag, and gave him all I dared: I nuzzled, I licked, I hugged and I rubbed and squeezed, and when he sped up I slowed down, always mindful, always wary. Though I was starting to think of my own orgasm, too... How long could I last?

The dragon groaned again in frustration: out of chastity for the first time in decades, getting plenty of stimulation, but never enough to keep him going and after those two brief explorations avoiding his most sensitive places! "Mmmmmm! Mmmmmmfff!" he protested, and I purred in enjoyment, savoring the rush of power I felt every time he reminded me just how helpless he was, how badly he wanted what I wouldn't give him. His cock was all mine, all its ridges and its head and that giant knot, and I wasn't going to give in... I humped one of his ridges, and gave him hardly anything else for a little while: he thrust and he huffed and he made muffled growls of frustration, not getting nearly as much as he plainly wanted but it was plenty to me! Fuck, oh yes, I was going to cum on our dragon's cock and there was nothing he could do about it, I was gonna cum and he wasn't...

He suddenly sped up, gasping and tense. That crafty-- I hurriedly pulled back, making a little growl of my own from how close I'd been, and as soon as I did I was relieved he hadn't managed to keep himself under control. He thrashed, the chains snapped taut and vibrated with the strength of his struggles, he dripped a lot of pre, but thank the gods he didn't cum. Maybe as close as he'd ever been in his life--but the dragon yowled within his hood, he kicked and struggled and thrust and nearly threw me off, and he didn't cum! He howled again, again, cock visibly throbbing with pent up tension as he tried desperately to touch himself, hind claws clenching tight and all his muscles straining until at last he gave up, whimpering between his shaky gasps. "Mmmmm! Llmmm! Mmmm, mmmmff, lmmmff, mmmmmgh! Mmmnn mmfff mmm hhmmmmfff..."

But he was still bound, still denied, and still very hard. Still hard even after I waited nearly five full minutes to touch him again, just to be safe... but once I did, I knew what I wanted to do. Trying to trick me, interrupting my own orgasm with his attempt to get off, I was going to teach our dragonlord a lesson! Which meant my hands went straight to his knot, and if he'd been sensitive before, now I feared whether the chains would really hold him! The muscles of his hind legs bulged and strained, his hips bucked and his back arched and that hooded head lifted as far as it could, expression concealed, jaws clamped shut on gag but still pointed in my direction--glaring? Pleading? I tickled at his knot, I gave it a single squeeze, then I went back to just stroking, trying to balance the intensity of his stimulation against not letting him get back to the edge: a tricky balance, but when he started to whimper more and more loudly I knew I was doing it right! He gasped, he shuddered, writhing and twisting this way and that, moaning and moaning as he was plainly very, very close and not getting enough, just as I wanted, unable to resist or stop the pleasure that drove him mad, unable to escape, to get his release, finally slumping back and thrusting, drooling, thrusting, until finally my hands... just slid up to his ridges again, and he moaned long and low in defeat.

The elders in charge had told me he could hear through his hood, but even still his head was a good 30 or 40 feet away: was it worth trying? Ah, well. If I was going to dominate him, I was going to do my best! "You're not allowed to cum, lord," I told him, which prompted a long muffled whine. "Don't try again, or we might make your chastity permanent." Surely I didn't have that authority--and either way he'd wear that belt far longer than I'd live--but it seemed like the right thing to say, and it was most gratifying to see him shudder, feel his needy cock throb beneath my hands, hear his helpless moan...

Time to test his obedience, because I still wanted my orgasm. Once again I straddled one of his ridges, wrapped my arms around him, and then gently held him, nuzzled a ridge, and humped. He whined and he shuddered and he thrust too, and it was my back arching this time. Yes, that's where I'd been, nice and close, the heat of him felt so good against me--how could any male kobold compare to his pent up eager might! "Rrrmmmm mmmhhhh, mmmmnnnfff...!" was all he could say as his cock throbbed and his limbs trembled and I came, yipping, holding his dragonhood tight, my own small chest heaving and muscles wound tight and trembling as the ecstasy washed over me, yes, yes, yes!

Yes...

I let go, I flopped down between his knot and his thigh, and I gasped for breath, looking admiringly up at that huge, twitching, drooling cock. Perhaps if I'd been able to hold myself back I could have teased him longer, but now I felt so satisfied, so spent, and I knew I'd be seeing that shaft in my dreams for the rest of my days, even though I would never see it again in the flesh! It remained so hard, proud and stiff and throbbing, and at last in appreciation I peeled myself off his warm quivering scales to give it one last long goodbye, give our dragonlord something to remember me by and something to fix his awesome shaft in my memory so I'd never forget its every bump and curve. Pressing myself to him, reaching as high as I could, I kissed him right beneath his head, making him flinch and whimper, and then, slowly, I kissed my way down. Over one ridge, two, crouching as I passed the third, kneeling when I reached the fourth and then at last his knot... Nuzzle, lick, nuzzle, kiss, I savored that oh so sensitive bulge in his flesh and I savored every whimper, every shiver, every little useless jerk of his hips and twitch of his shaft; it was hard, it was so hard to stop, I wished I could keep worshiping his cock forever and that my time with our beloved dragon would never end, but when another big droplet of pre rolled down his length I knew it was time to say farewell.

I climbed down on tired limbs, I made my way over to that giant, gagged, hooded whimpering head, and I stopped to stroke his chin. The elders had told me to tell him something to make sure to remind him what this was for, but not exactly what. "Remember today, my lord, remember what you want, and what only we can give you. Be good, keep us and the key to your freedom safe, and perhaps your next companion will grant you relief."

"Mmmmmfffff," said our dragonlord mournfully, his cock still hard and pulsing, his lust unsatisfied. I couldn't help but imagine how immense and how incredible it would be if he finally got to cum...

But that was for another decade, perhaps another century, and he certainly wouldn't get it from me. "You learned well today," I told him. "I'm sure you will continue to be an exemplary guardian for many years to come..."