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If she were so inclined, Erna probably could have convinced Tango to lay back in the bed so that she could pull a set of leather straps around his wrists and tied them to the headboard.

"You gonna sleep the whole day away, or are you finally gonna wake up and gimme what I've been after?"

Her whisper was more direct than any alarm clock, but at that, much more pleasant to feel tickling against the lobe of his ear. It was enough to put a sheepish grin on Tango's face, revealing that he'd been thinking about his familiar; even while he slept, she was able to invade his dreams and tease him without ever having to actually touch him.

To finally have that touch...to settle her haunches against the middle of his chest and feel his warmth against the bare mound of her womanhood...that was enough to satisfy Erna for a moment or two, but she wouldn't let Tango sleep his way through their Saturday.

"Had a feeling you were having a sweet dream, but I promise you'll have a lot more fun with reality," Erna teased. "If you would just wake the hell up already, anyway."

Tango was used to Erna's games, but when he was still asleep, he wasn't the best player in the world.

To feel the long, thick slack of her tail wrapping around the base of his exposed cock and giving it a stroke was enough to finally stir him a bit, and a quick, playful tickle from the tuft at the end finally left his eyes fluttering and his body to tense.

He had no idea that his arms were tied up and held behind his head; to wake up such a way was enough to give him a start, but his legs didn't have a chance to budge, much less to buck when a wave of panic forced them to try.

"W-woah, woah! Take it easy, big boy," Erna greeted him, her muzzle still painted with a knowing, devious grin. "Guess that might have been a step too far, but you'd think most guys would be grateful to wake up to a woman stroking their cock like this..."

Smacking his lips a moment or two and collecting himself, Tango's shuddering body went still when he noticed was a powerful strain he felt on his limbs.

Erna wasn't taking any chances: wrists that were tied together were looped into the headboard, giving him no chance to wiggle his way to freedom. The posture forced the broad, thick spread of his chest to thin out toward the top of the bed, but his stretched abdomen revealed a tiny, eager trickle of feminine juices, spilling back from Erna's heated sex and leaving a trail all the way to the base of Tango's member.

"Most women would have given some kind of fair warning before they tied someone up, but...you've never been most women, have you?" Tango noted. "Hate to admit it, but I feel like I need to give you credit for being able to pull all this off without waking me up."

"Helps to be able to change size at will," Erna reminded him. "Crawling over and under your limbs is a lot easier when I'm light enough not to wake you up..."

"Must have worked pretty quickly, then," Tango tested the knots at his legs, trying to kick at the air, but he could barely tense the muscles in his thighs, much less bend or wiggle his knees. "...D-damn...I really thought they might actually come loose."

Spread out in an alluring display of a brilliant, emerald overcoat of flesh and an underbelly of powerful, red contrast, Tango's presence was a visual feast for Erna, but she was denying herself the sight of what she was really after, preferring to stare the dragon down while she teased his cock to a full, proper erection.

She already knew the softer, soothing shade of pink that decorated his flesh, and she could feel the subtle ridges in his shaft each time her coiled tail danced from the base to the tip, working him closer and closer to standing on his own.

"When have I ever been known to do shoddy work?" Erna asked, but seeing Tango already starting to snicker, she let out a quiet sigh. "Okay, before you answer that...when have I ever been known to do shoddy work in the bedroom?"

Tango was still flustered about their relationship from time to time, but he was willing to give credit where credit was due, especially when he didn't have a leg to stand on. "Can't think of anyone that would make such a claim, but not everyone uses leather straps in the bedroom...n-not that I'm complaining."

Feeling a tiny, brief spurt of precum staining the tuft of fur on her tail, Erna finally pulled the coilin slack away from his shaft and brought that messy fluff to settle in front of her gaze.

"Sure doesn't look like you are, no," she agreed. "But I can't let you go spilling this delicious mess in my fur; I'll give you points for finding the only fur on my body, but I'd rather we make good use of the rest of this..."

Starting at her usual, smaller size, just three feet in length, Erna was small enough that tackling the impressive flesh of Tango's cock would prove no easy feat.

He knew better than to doubt her abilities, but if his only opportunity to tease Erna would come at the very start, Tango wasn't going to pass up on the chance. He was certainly the more stoic of the pair, but he could already see desperation lacing the brilliant emerald of her gaze; her own lust was the greatest weapon that he could ever use against her.

"You sure you're up for that challenge?" Tango asked, watching his own mess drip into the valley of his stomach. "Looks like you're already struggling with it, Erna."

There were times when the tiny dragoness would be more than happy to play around with Tango, but she'd been up late tying her favorite dragon to the bed, and gotten up that much earlier to make sure that she'd be awake to see his reaction.

That lack of sleep and overwhelming lust blended into a very impatient familiar. The shift of a grin to a narrowed, frustrated smirk told of that, and her eyes stayed trained on Tango's own until she'd backed herself right up to the top of his shaft.

Her bare, tender sex kissed against the heated flesh, but she wasn't going to guide him in just yet: she'd waited that long for a taste, and as far as she was concerned, breakfast was served.

"You know, normally I'd tell you that I know what you're up to," Erna replied. "That I know you're just trying to trick me into doing exactly what you want without telling me what you want..."

Pushing herself up and back, she draped her sex over the tip of his length, but instead of trying to guide that impressive flesh into her womanhood, she only left a sample of her own juices on his cock on the way to the other side of it.

Wings fluttered, tickling the sides of his shaft with a self-generated breeze, as the warm juices spilled down his length...and once Erna was on the other side of her treat, she was staring it down with renewed lust, refusing to give Tango the benefit of her gaze.

"...Lucky for you, I'm pretty sure we want the very same thing...and if we don't...well...you should have known better than to keep me waiting this long to have a little fun."

Erna knew how busy Tango was throughout the week, but on the other side of that coin, Tango knew all too well that Erna wasn't the type to ignore her urges.

That he was tied to the bed already was a firm reminder of that, but before he could argue, he was already groaning with delight, feeling the eager stroke of a small, warm tongue along the underside of his shaft.

"You know, s-some of us actually have... real work to do," he teased, knowing that he was playing with fire whenever he teased his familiar. "Can't just sit around and get ourselves off whenever we want to."

"And I can't get myself off as easily as I'd like, but you don't hear me complaining, do you?" Erna asked. "I'm just taking matters into my own wings, and by the look of it...you're not complaining, either."

In her smaller state, the length of her tongue was still enough to coil around the impressive, heated flesh of his cock, but the slim nature of that flesh was such that she could trace every ridge of his length individually, moving that heat in delicate circles around the shaft until it was absolutely throbbing with new vitality.

At every pulse she felt, she drew her tongue up, following the natural trails of his veins and teasing another ridge, until she was just short of the narrowed tip of his member.

"What kind of guy would complain a-about treatment like this?" Tango managed to ask, but the closer Erna drew to the tip of his length, the harder it became to utter a single word without the sounds of his bliss creeping into every letter.

Erna paused when she'd finally climbed her way back up his shaft, her tongue curled against the very edge of the tip. "Getting tied up isn't everyone's thing, but...sometimes it's even hotter when they don't ask, isn't it?" she asked, wanting to see if she could force the dragon to break before she took things a step further. "When you just wake up and have to give into whatever their whims demand..."

She was just small enough to seat herself in his lap, resting the soaking heat of her petals against the swollen orbs of Tango's sack. The softer underbelly of the dragoness was pushed up against the ridges of his cock with just enough pressure to simulate her body being a living sleeve, and as a final tease, the cover of her wings wrapped around the front of the display, keeping Tango from seeing what was being done to his body...

...Save for the way that Erna so suddenly kissed the drooling tip of his tool.

"You're s-so fucking twisted sometimes," Tango groaned. He knew it could have come across as a complaint, but when a tiny dragoness was working the tip of his length with such a degree of skill, anything he said would have been laced with a subtle, pleasured whimper. "I'm starting to wonder if it's even hotter for you that I couldn't consent to being tied up..."

A messy, overt slurp followed a strand of precum back into Erna's maw. "Not too late for you to consent," She reminded him. "Or to pretend to...or to tell me to stop, if you really aren't enjoying this."

"Would you believe me?"

"No."

"Would you listen?"

"Oh, fuck no."

Opening wide at that, Erna stole Tango's next words in one breath and the tip of his cock in the next. In a genuinely impressive display, the smaller dragoness managed to open her muzzle just wide enough to accept the full flesh of that draconic tip, but to go any further than that, she'd have to adjust her size...and she was feeling particularly stubborn, that day.

"Should have...known better than to even a-ask," Tango winced and worked his way through another pleasured reply, but the effort was becoming too much for him, just as the volume of his precum became a little too much for Erna.

She could have kept up, if she was so inclined, but it wasn't just the volume emerging from the tip of his member: it was the throbbing of his length, pressing against the full spread of her cloaca and teasing both of her passages that kept her from finishing off the larger dragon with her maw alone.

"Mnn..._mlllem..._you really should have," Erna confirmed, letting her spittle pour over the edge of Tango's cock, drizzling the mess of his precum back down his shaft. "Good luck coming up with a reason for me to let you out of this bed until I'm good and done with you..."

"The way you're behaving right now, I get the feeling I'm not getting any work done today," Tango muttered, trying to ignore the slowly growing pile of projects in the other room.

"It's Saturday, so you can count on that," Erna confirmed. "Not on your other projects, anyway; the one that's sitting in your lap needs a little more attention and a lot more elbow grease."

"And just how am I supposed to put any elbow grease into you when my arms are tied above my head?"

"...You're right," Erna noted. "You could put all the elbow grease in the world into those ropes, and you still won't be able to break free...you'll just have to lay back and watch me torture this tasty cock, and when you're about to cum, if you need something to grab onto? That's your problem."

Her attitude was as much of a turn-on as anything else, but as many times as they'd made love, Tango was still just a little shy to admit such a thing without further prodding.

He knew that Erna had no problem with providing that prodding, but she made it clear that she was in the mood to be on the receiving end of the same, as she fluttered up from the tender, pulsing flesh of his sack.

Settling against the very tip of his cock and letting her juices drape his flesh anew, Erna had to keep flapping her wings just to keep herself properly suspended, but that first sample of delicious, fulfilling pressure against her entrance was making her wings as weak as her knees; she wouldn't be able to keep that up for long, and her smaller form wouldn't be able to take the entirety of his manhood...

...Though that wouldn't stop her from trying.

"I just love that look on y-your face," Erna squirmed her way down, moving just a little further onto Tango's tip. "You want to cry out so badly...but you're still too shy to admit that you love being dominated by a cute, sweet little thing like me, aren't you?"

Given their difference in natural size, even taking the very head of Tango's length was a difficult task, such that Erna's struggles were painted on her expression as she worked her way down. Her feet were just reaching the platform of Tango's lap as she moved past the first inch, and her wings continued their subtle flap, giving her the needed balance to stand there and watch her lover's expression shift.

No matter how bashful he might have been, Tango was struggling to keep the reality from his face: the very simple, very natural reality of having someone push such a tight, gripping passage onto the head of his member was more than he could ever hide from Erna.

"Come on, Tango...you...m-might as well say it," Erna suggested. She couldn't offer the same level of dominance when she was tripping over her words every step of the way, but she was giving it her best try, refusing to let the lucky dragon have a breath or a break. "Tell me how much you love b-being tied down and...f-fucked...just like this!"

The dragoness cried out as her posture stumbled, and a few more inches of Tango's flesh poured into her soaking passage, stretching her body to the utmost limits of what it could handle at her current size.

She refused to change her shape or size before she absolutely needed to, and conflict was already brewing as she looked down, her ankles brushing against the very knot that she was determined to take.

"What I love," Tango paused, sucking in another gasp. "Is the sight of you...s-struggling...biting off so much more than you could ever hope to chew."

For all the teasing she'd put him through that morning, it was only fair for Tango to turn the tables on her, but he knew what kind of trouble he was getting himself into, playing that kind of game.

Erna's ability to shift individual parts of her own body without changing the shape of the whole meant that she could adjust her womanhood enough to create room to move a little further; whether she wanted to give Tango exactly what he wanted or not was proving an even greater conflict.

Like I'm gonna take the whole thing, just because I can,_she thought. _Doesn't matter if that's just what I want...because that's just what he wants. Can't let him trick me...

Feeling her legs turn to jelly at even the slightest buck from Tango's hips, Erna knew better than to deny herself the kind of pleasure waiting at the base of that throbbing shaft.

...Okay, fine, she thought. Just this once, I'll let him see what it looks like when that whole cock is stuffed inside this tiny body...but if he makes a single comment, I'm gonna make him drink all his cum back out of me through a damned straw.

"You and I know damn well that I could take this whole thing with ease if I wanted to," Erna reminded him, just as the flesh of her inner muscles squirmed and squeezed at his captured shaft. "But what fun would it be to give you exactly what you wanted with no catch?"

Tugging against his ropes in the hopes of finding a moment of weakness, Tango found Erna's craftsmanship was second to none. Even wiggling his fingertips was a struggle, tightly as his wrists had been pulled together...and moving anything below the knee was completely off the table.

"We both know you want to," Tango grasped whatever confidence he had left, hoping he might know some relief by convincing Erna that the juice was worth the squeeze. "You think I can't tell how badly you want to take the whole t-thing?"

"It would only take me a moment or two...just to shift a little bit and take the whole thing," Erna agreed. "Wouldn't be a struggle at all, but...I could just lift up, rub my clit on the tip of your cock and leave you here, pulsing and groaning...wouldn't that be so much more fun?"

Normally, Tango would have thought that Erna's threat was all bluster and bravado.

That time, his winced, orange eyes beheld a grin that was anything but, and Erna went completely still near the knot of his length, letting her inner muscles work and milk at his shaft without giving him the treat of bouncing herself on that sensitive flesh.

"All of this comes to a very abrupt end," she warned him, "If you don't tell me what I want to hear; last chance, Tango."

He could have gotten off from just a few minutes of that unique treatment, but at her tiny size, Erna would feel every pulse of his cock before he'd have a chance to announce them: if he got too close to climax, she'd find it an easy task to flutter away and leave him wanting until she changed her mind about prolonging his orgasm.

"You...a-are such an evil little thing..."

"And don't I know it?" Erna carried on, dancing the tight, pink flesh of her petals against the tip of Tango's cock one more time, tempting him to simply give in and beg for what they both dearly wanted. "But you're only getting a sample of the cruelty I'm capable of, and you know it."

There was nothing to stop Erna from pulling out all the stops and fluttering away from the helpless dragon, save for her own lust...and it was a dangerous game for Tango to play, thinking that she might actually have the self-control to leave him pent up, leaking and desperate.

Giving her the credit of being on top and holding his fate in her tiny wings wasn't the worst thing in the world, as far as he was concerned.

"And you know...t-that...I need you," Tango finally offered, his voice softening to a whisper. "I need you to...f-fuck me...to take every inch..."

He could barely speak up, but as much as Erna would have loved to make him repeat himself, she wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Letting her womanhood stretch around the delightful tip of his cock once more, Erna decided that his plea was more than enough to have mercy on the tied dragon; if she was quick to hide his protests behind another moan, she'd be able to avoid the obvious point that it was just as much a mercy for her , as well.

"Honestly, after that, I barely need to move," Erna suggested. "Just hearing you say that...is...s-so fucking orgasmic , Tango..."

Even as she spoke, she was easing her way down the inches of his shaft, letting the shape of her abdomen mold and bulge around flesh that only barely fit inside of her passage, even when her enchanted abilities forced her inner muscles to stretch and relax around Tango's flesh.

"So you're saying I'm off the hook already?"

Erna snickered. "Like I'd ever go that easy on you..."

Playing along just a little bit further, Tango knew that he'd be able to reap the rewards of Erna's skill if he simply held his patience and his tongue.

Already, Erna's body was nearing the knot of the larger dragon, and the familiar was struggling to take anymore of his flesh without changing her shape or size, but she knew him well enough to know that his reaction alone would be worth her pressured efforts.

"Especially after g-going to all the trouble of tying you up and working you over, there...there is no way I'm gonna go easy on you...or this perfect fucking cock that you've b-been holding out on me!"

Eyes winced, muscles tensed, and Erna's body shifted just slightly larger; it couldn't be helped, but she was still close enough to her true, smaller size that Tango could see his own shaft throbbing within her, even through the flesh of her underbelly.

A quick, messy streak of feminine ejaculate sprayed from the middle of her cloaca, soaking Tango's sack and tickling another throb through his orbs...but as much as she was squirming and contracting on his length, the dragon refused to make it easy for Erna to milk the cum out of him.

His own expression twisted as he clenched up every muscle in his stomach and fought her every step of the way, drawing as much pleasure out of that final minute as he possibly could.

"Oh...y-you...little pain in my neck," Erna groaned, unable to stop the waves of her climax from squeezing down on Tango's knot. "Gimme that f-fucking cum already, damn it! Stop being so selfish!"

Having just enough endurance left to manage a grin and a wink at Erna, Tango proved that he could hold his own against the dragoness, no matter what she threw at him.

He'd outpaced her for just a moment, but when she bounced gently on the weight of his knot, his body couldn't help being literally milked; from the inside, the dragoness felt like she was drowning in his seed when the first gush of his cum spread across her inner muscles.

"Oh...f-fuck...fucking finally , Tango! Yes!" Erna cried out, her eyes wincing and her lips curling with genuine, uncontrolled emotion. "Feels like you're g-gonna blow me up like a balloon...you really need to fuck me more often, big guy. You're liable to get clogged up in there."

Panting his way through his climax, Tango was trying to think of a good joke to make in reply, but his lungs were burning and his stomach tensed over and over again as his body forced the last of his excess juices into the welcoming depths of his familiar.

Even when he started to catch his breath, he hated to admit it...but his mind was a little too blown to come up with anything clever enough to meet with Erna's sense of humor.

"Well, I suppose I'll be skipping breakfast after all," Erna teased, seeing the small, collected bulge of seed that had swollen her womb. "You filled me up so much that I won't have to eat for days."

"And w-what about me?" Tango asked.

"Oh, you definitely need to eat," Erna mentioned. "Need to keep your strength up for the next round, after all."

"The next round?"

"Do you know how long it took me to tie you up?" Erna balked. "You didn't really think we'd only be going once today, did you?"

Tango sighed, but that disdain faded into a comforted smile. "You're right," he gave. "I really should have known better."