The Queen of Fire
A dance of hot temperaments
The throne room was the largest, so far, in the system of caves. Streaks of magma ran from the walls and formed a pool, lighting up the whole chamber. Tsidia remained relaxed as she made her way across the stone bridge. On either side, fire dragons knelt as she passed. The males were in various stages of denial. Some squirmed and shifted in need. Others breathed heavy as she moved along. Some had to be restrained in chains, crying and screaming as her scent reached them. All were painfully erect, their glowing cocks leaking thick precum. A single droplet could burn through her body all the way. None of them would dare. Tsidia finally reached her throne of blankets and pillows, the most comfortable space a dragon could lay in.
Her pet for tonight was already waiting, bound so tight he couldn't even struggle. Tsidia snuggled up to his side, stroked his chin. Her tail stroked his chastity belt. The dragon made no sound, nothing would get through the cock bulging from his throat. Tsidia opened her jaws, bit his neck in a playful manner. She pulled the binders off of his wings. He stretched them out to their full span, relieved to finally receive such a chance. Tsidia's tail made its way to his tailhole, long and surgically precise. She slithered around the area, honing on the point of entry. As she slipped inside, the chaste male beat his wings so fast he would have leapt in the air, were it not for all the bondage holding him down. Tsidia shushed, ran her forked tongue over his neck. Her fangs sank in, drawing a trickle of blood. Tsidia teased the wound with her tongue, lapped up the blood until it stopped dripping. Her tail eased deeper inside, spreading her pet out for all to see. The bridge dragons gazed at them intently, unable to look away. Their erections pulsed in tandem with Tsidia's thursts, magma precum beading on the tips. She allowed her pet to better express concern by cutting the chain locking his tail to his collar. The appendage slammed into the ground, as long as her whole body. She explored his pucker without haste. The male clenched hard, but couldn't find a way to interrupt. Every time she hit a sensitive spot, Tsidia noticed, his tail waved faster against his will. Half an hour she spent prodding and poking, making a mental map of her dragon's favourite spots. She reached down with a claw and pressed it against his belt. It was blazing hot to touch, confirming her latest findings.
Tsidia relieved him of his blindfold. Bloodshot eyes focused on her, filled with rage beyond description. Somewhere deep beneath that facade, she could see inklings of need, seeds of submission she would nurture into loyal servitude. Tsidia stood up, walked in front of the male. His eyes shot wide as she ripped her tail from his rear. His body convulsed, trying to huff in a threatening manner. The sound didn't make it past his maw. Tsidia dropped to all fours, raised her tail. She lowered her stomach all the way to the ground, only her rear remained up. She shook it from side to side, her slit glistening with moisture. Her slave's eyes lost focus as he thrashed in need, his lungs filling with the scent of a dragoness in heat. Tsidia inched back until her slit was pressed against his muzzle. She ground against it, soaked the fabric in her fluids. Now her pet had the luxury of smelling his mistress with every inhale. Tsidia bounced her rear up and down. She moaned like a slut, fucking an invisible cock. The ness kept dancing for her pet until the glassy gaze she noticed earlier stopped going away. The bridge dragons squirmed as they watched. Their muscles were clenched, veins visible on their rods
Tsidia took the muzzle off. With a wet, popping sound, she retrieved the dildo from depths of the male's throat. He immediately tried to roar, but his need was so great he whined like a little kitten. Tsidia shushed and pet his pretty snout. She retrieved something from under a pillow. It was a small key, fragile, dangling in her claws. Her slave became silent. His eyes glued to the key, his body still. He would have rocked his hips if the bondage allowed him. Tsidia raised the key to his snout, confirmed it was the key. The only key. The female put it away. She raised her tail to his snout, pressed it against his maw. The male begrudgingly opened up, letting her slip inside.
Tsidia wrapped her tail around his tongue and squeezed tight. She giggled at the silly expression he made, then let go and slipped under his tongue instead. She slithered forward like a snake, ground over the top of his maw and curled forward towards his throat. The dragon blinked, unsure. At a measured pace she let go, creeping as deep as her slave's anatomy and training allowed. When she started bulging from his throat like the toy earlier, she raised her paws and pet the protrusion with care. Her slave was blinking rapidly now. His wings beat hard and Tsidia pulled back, knowing she had reached the male's limit. He clamped down as soon as she retrieved, choked. When he regained his breath, the ness wiped his saliva off of his belt. It evaporated in an instant. What a good pet, she thought. He deserved a reward. Tsidia took off his cuffs, removed mittens, slid off the long, fingerless gloves. The dragon flexed his talons with newfound freedom. His eyes fixed on her neck. He started to shake. Tsidia killed the fang of fear in her stomach before it could interfere with her thoughts. She retrieved the belt-key, waved it in front of the male. Tsidia gripped it from both sides as if she was about to snap the key in half. It strained against her, very close to giving in. The male huffed, closed his eyes shut and relaxed. Good boy.
Tsidia went along with the fantasy. She slid under the male, pressed his claws to her throat. She thrashed and kicked in theatrical desperation, her eyes rolled to the back of her throat. The ness struggled less and less as time went on, acting like she was about to pass out. While her male was focused on the display, her hind paws untied his spreader bar. The male gasped, stretched out his hind legs. Such a bliss, he thought. He was grateful. Tsidia finished the act by pretending to have passed out. The dragon shuffled in an awkward manner. His fore and hind legs were free, but tight restrictions kept his stomach and spine fixed. Without thinking for a second he leapt at the pillow where Tsidia kept his key, pushed it aside.
The key was there, of course, shining like his belt. He threw himself on the ground, grasped for the metal. His paws were way too big to pick up the key. By pressing too hard he could actually break it. The male breathed hard as he thought. Tsidia, having finished her antics, sat and stared at the slave. Her lips curled into a smirk. Even if he did pick it up, his stupid feral paws would never fit the key in his lock. Thanks to his size he could barely even see the hole. The male whined, his pitch so high he could be mistaken for a female. The feminity was accentuated by his belt, the absence of that ridged, dragon cock eating away at the slave's pride. He continued to whine as he ground his belt against the key, too desperate to think any longer. Tsidia granted him five more minutes of this struggle. By that time, he lowered his snout to the ground and pushed the key under Tsidia's feet. He did not raise his snout. He remained like that, his tail raised like a female eager for anyone to fill her snatch. He closed his wings and pressed them to his back. His eyes were closed, his breath steady. Tsidia put one of her legs on his head, climbed his neck onto the dragons back. She clawed off his harness and bondage straps. She ripped apart his corset and posture collar. She freed the male from every restraint, except for the chastity belt.
Tsidia walked her slave across the bridge, stopped in the middle and dismounted. She crawled between his legs, retrieved her key. She slid it inside the lock. The belt clacked as she turned it over. For a second longer it stayed in place, glued by the male's juices. Then it fell to the ground. The room resonated with screaming as every other dragon on the bridge voiced his despair. They were practically vibrating, they were crying. Long strands of precum gushed from their erect cocks. They were one motion of a paw away from orgasm. Two of them would be enough to overpower Tsidia. None of them dared. For a second she thought her slave had cum without any stimulation. But his rod did not stop leaking, nor did it show signs of slowing down. Tsidia led him to a free spot on the bridge. She gestured for the dragon to kneel. He obeyed her without question. Tsidia stepped back, admired the new piece of her collection. Three more and she would fill the whole bridge.