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Mersyth roared, gliding between the great mountains, and listened for a response.

Someone had to do something about this dragoness.

What exactly she was up to, he didn't know. But dragon after dragon had vanished from the region, evidently fled to other lands, and what few whispering hints he could glean all pointed to Silubra as the dragoness responsible. Not a dragoness had left, only other males, and though she was rarely the one who claimed any of the vacated territory, the rest were only too eager to expand their claims without someone there to challenge them. And whatever pressure she'd exerted over the last couple of years had been so relentless that now he was virtually the only dragon left!

The mountains were quiet aside from his own echo so he roared another time, winging nearer to where he knew she made her home, and again there was no response. Was she away, perhaps, or had she been sleeping? He'd come looking to challenge her, to make some sort of stand for male dragons even if there weren't any others remaining there to appreciate his effort, but to work himself up for a confrontation only to find himself flying closer and closer to her cave without meeting her was more than a little unnerving. If she was so strong to have chased the others off, wouldn't she have come to defend her lands by now?

The blue-scaled dragon swooped around a cliff and made a third roar of challenge. At last this drew an answering call, but it was a mild, friendly one, and a moment later he realized he'd come all the way to her doorstep: there she was, perched at the entry to her cave, her wings down and relaxed, snout perked expectantly. Her scales were ash-gray, so light they were nearly white, streaked with violet markings along her snout, sides, and belly--striking, and quite pretty, almost distractingly so. He tried to steel himself against that, but faltered: despite the anger he'd tried to put into his bellows, she looked perfectly at ease, and he couldn't just throw himself at someone who plainly didn't seem to be looking for a fight...

Soon he'd come close enough to exchange proper words, and she called up to him again. "Good day, Mersyth! What brings you here?"

She already knew his name? He supposed with so few dragons left, she surely must have known who he was, even if they'd never really met before, only seen each other at a distance while flying. "Silubra! I..." He hesitated again. He'd come ready to fight, but if she didn't mean to meet his challenge, it wouldn't be sensible to try to demand she did. Though she wasn't especially large, he was definitely on the smaller and leaner side as far as dragons went, and she had the size advantage. "I need to talk to you," he said, which sounded far less intent than what he'd set out here to do.

The dragoness dipped her snout and gestured to the ground invitingly. "By all means! I've got water boiling, we can discuss over tea if you'd like! Come in."

She turned and walked inside, tail swaying side to side behind her, and he flared his wings to hover on the wind for a moment in anxious hesitation. This was the dragoness rumors said had chased so many dragons away? He had expected ferocity, fury, aggression, and instead she was just inviting him in for a chat--even offering him a drink! Had the tales been wrong? He flexed his claws, wondering if it would be wiser to just leave... but having been greeted by someone so friendly despite how he'd done his best to sound hostile on his approach, he felt he had to accept her invitation, and drifted down to land at the cave entrance. He could at least confirm what he'd heard, or get more information, or just get to know a pretty dragoness!

Although considering he was the only dragon in his prime left around here, he might have been able to get more than enough of that sort of attention from a lady whether he wanted it or not.

The entry of the cave opened up to a spacious, circular chamber that smelled of herbs and dragoness. His host waited there for him, already pouring steaming water into a pair of bowls that sat atop a broad, sturdy table cut from the stump of some massive old tree, and she flashed him a bright smile when he entered before putting the water pot aside. "These don't need long to steep, so feel free to drink whenever you feel it's cool enough," she said, and settled herself on her haunches with her neck arched and head canted a little to one side, her eyes sweeping over him. "So, cutie. What would you like to chat about?"

He tried not to get thrown off by the compliment--certainly he'd heard it often enough, at his stature. He paused, took a little sniff of the bowl of tea before him to take in the gentle herbal scent of it, then squared his shoulders and looked at her. Be direct, be straight to the point, he'd primed himself for some sort of confrontation even if she surely hadn't... "Quite a few dragons have suddenly left their territories over the last couple of years. I'd heard that you were responsible."

"Me? Why, what would make you think that?" she said, a little too innocently for his liking. "It's true there were plenty of big, strong dragons around here, but I'm not much of a fighter."

To be fair, she didn't strike him as one, either. Yes, she was bigger than him, but so was just about everyone, and she lacked both the bulk and the claw-scars that most skilled brawlers had... But looks could be deceiving, right? "That's what I've heard," he said, pressing on despite a growing sense he was missing something. "And none of the other dragonesses has claimed responsibility for chasing someone off. Am I wrong?"

Silubra dipped her snout, sniffed her tea, and then lapped at the dark liquid for a few moments with a rumble of enjoyment before she answered. "I promise you I have not made any dragon leave these mountains," she said, meeting his eye.

She didn't look like she was lying, not that he knew her well enough to really tell: she hadn't dodged the question either like he'd expect her to have if she'd lied. Still, though... He took up a few tongue-fuls of his own bowl of tea as he tried to think how to approach this better, and then took a few more. The flavor was a little bitter, but good, warm and seeming to soothe his throat on the way down, in a way that seemed to make him want to keep drinking... Hm. "Well, there is no denying that nearly every other male has left, and I definitely heard from a couple of ladies that they seemed to think they owed you for these opportunities to expand their territory. If you didn't chase any dragons away, then what did you do that helped them?"

Though her wings stayed back, she leaned forward a little, seeming pleased--and more focused on his enjoyment of the drink than his question. "Do you like the tea? It's a special blend, a favorite of mine." She drank a little more from her own bowl.

Now she was avoiding something, he thought, but he also didn't mind an excuse to drink more tea; he didn't have the leaves or the vessels required back at his own cave. He licked up a few more mouthfuls and bobbed his head. "I do! It's very good." He shook himself a little. "So, did you help out those dragonesses in some way?"

Her eyes flicked between him and his now mostly-empty bowl, then she tilted her head and rose, still smiling and nonthreatening, not a single fang exposed. "Hm, I suppose I did... even I was acting for my own benefit, not theirs. Would you like me to show you?"

So he was on the right track! But at the same time, everything else she said only raised more questions: what had she done, how had they benefited-- If whatever she wanted to show him had caused the rest of the dragons to flee, did he want to know? He hesitated, wavering and looking away, but the cave didn't hold any answers: just the table with their bowls and a few tiny containers that presumably held the tea leaves, the pot of water, and a dragon-sized bookcase against the far wall with a few books and decorations--hunting trophies and the like. If he wanted answers, he'd need her to give them to him. "All right, show me."

"Certainly! Come with me." There were three tunnels branching from this chamber, and she chose the leftmost, not even looking over her shoulder to keep an eye on him--just sauntering through the opening into the next cave. Mersyth couldn't resist one more lick of tea, then he followed, tempted but doing his best not to admire her shapely rump as she padded along--well, maybe admiring it a little bit. She was a pretty dragoness, and her purple markings did a wonderful job of accentuating her figure. His wings and tail sagged a little as he went: he knew he should be staying wary, but maybe the adrenaline of the brawl that hadn't materialized was wearing off, or maybe it was just her friendly manner that relaxed him.

The room she led him to wasn't large; a neat little nest of pillows and blankets sat next to another bookcase, the shelves of which held a row of crystal balls each a little larger than one of his paws. She sat on her haunches, smiling fondly at the collection of spheres, while he stumbled, his head suddenly spinning as he took in the air of the chamber. Her built-up scent in this chamber was heavy with arousal, and when he looked at her in confusion she just gestured with her snout towards the crystals. Blinking uncertainly, he peered at them: rather than being clear, the interior of each orb was wreathed in mist-- Wait. His heart skipped a beat when from one he saw a flash of color, and the more he looked at that specific ball, the more the fog seemed to peel away until he found himself looking at a dragon!

The dragon floated within the orb, or perhaps lay on some transparent or featureless surface within, and was tightly restrained: a black hood covered their head, some mass of sleeves and straps and buckles pinned their wings and forelegs against their torso, and their hind legs were strapped to their tail. After a moment the dragon even moved, writhing and arching and then rolling onto their back, exposing an erection impressive enough to make him blush. His own sheath warmed a little, perhaps from the heavy scents of the room, perhaps from the sight of aroused, bound dragon?

His breath caught as his mind caught up to the dragon's coloration. He knew this dragon! He whipped his head around so fast he nearly lost his balance. "That's Bernyl!"

"It is," she purred, reaching out with a paw to gently caress his crystal ball; he seemed to struggle more urgently when she did, but whatever magic and whatever restraints held him, he couldn't seem to escape. "I've had him for a good long while, such a handsome drake." Silubra turned to face him, and now her fangs started to creep into her smile. "This is my hoard... and this is where your 'missing' dragons are."

He shivered as he looked at the shelves once more: twenty of those crystal balls. And-- and all of them held a bound dragon? "What-- How..?" He felt as if his heart should have been hammering from the shock, as if he should have expected himself gasping and short of breath to find all the other dragons imprisoned, but instead he found the room spinning around him, his limbs feeling weighted down when he tried to back away.

She cupped his snout in her front paws, and he slumped against her grasp, trying to will himself to turn and flee, but he found his strength leaving him, his eyelids drooping. The revelation made it hard to even wonder why, or perhaps it was how his mind was so abruptly slowing... had she... drugged his tea? "I hoard dragons," she rumbled, "especially cute dragons like you. A few of my crystal cells are still empty, but now that you're here..." Mersyth hardly even had the will left to recognize the dread in his belly at her suggestion; he found himself far too weak to resist, and his eyes closed, all his body felt so overwhelmingly heavy, thoughts grinding to a halt as he sank to the floor, mumbling in denial. She just patted his snout and purred, "don't worry... I take very good care of my hoard."

He didn't fall asleep, or not quite, but he might as well have been for all the resistance he could manage, limp and motionless and feeling on the edge of consciousness such that even his senses seemed distant. His eyelids were too heavy to crack open, not that it mattered for long: he felt the padded leather band of a blindfold strapped over his eyes, then she pried open his slackened jaws to slide something thick inside. It was matched by an odd, tickling sensation that started at his nostrils and worked its way back, and back, and his breath hitched of its own accord when the intrusions from both mouth and nose made it to the back of his maw, where one went to his windpipe while the other went down his throat! He would have coughed or even retched if he could have from the odd and uncomfortable feeling, but the sedative kept his body limp and relaxed, his breaths now forced through his nose as she buckled a set of straps tight around his snout and head to fix the gag and muzzle and breathing-tubes into place.

The drugging was so effective that even her paws between his hind legs weren't enough to make him twitch. She murmured something, too indistinct for him focus on, and after stroking his sheath a few times he felt something cool and metallic fit around it, and behind his balls, followed by a solid click. He knew that he needed to resist while he could, that she was binding him just as tightly as the dragon he'd glimpsed in that crystal ball and that he was running out of time, he wanted to stop her--wanted her to stroke him like that some more--but he simply couldn't will himself to move, could hardly even put a thought together, leaving her to move his limbs however she wanted. The dragoness fit a binder over each wing, pinioning them, and pulled a sleeve up each foreleg that ended in a tight padded ball that contained each paw; once these were secure, she bound them at both elbow and wrist to straps from the wing-binders that circled his sides, pinning his paws against his body down near his hips. Each hind leg was also sleeved, then his ankles pressed to his flanks and strapped that way, and his long heavy tail she fit a couple of cuffs around and tied between his wings.

She might have done this quickly, or taken her time with it; the barely-conscious dragon was distantly aware of the passage of time itself, but not how quickly or slowly it slipped past, and could only tell where she was by whatever part of him she was busy strapping up. But that only took her so long, and then there was nothing to do but wait for the sedative to wear off, the limp, restrained dragon only dully aware of a steady caress against his underbelly, body and mind slowed and trapped and oh so reluctant to come back to him...

It was the feeling of dread beneath his ribs that was his first hint of recovery, as he realized he was awake enough to know just how much trouble he was in. He tried to mumble, and his tail twitched, but his voice was hardly audible with the obstruction pinning his tongue and all the way down his throat-- His throat clenched briefly around it, and he shuddered, but there was no way to make that massive gag budge. Or to make a sound... His legs fired next, muscles bunching and straining, their bonds tight enough to draw another shiver as he regained enough awareness for it to really sink in how strictly she'd immobilized him!

He heard a giggle from the direction of his hindquarters. "There he is... Wake up, cutie," she purred, and he writhed: she must have been fondling his sheath and balls the whole time she was waiting, he thought, and now that his senses were returning he found that his sheath ached fiercely! He twisted, his shaft throbbing hard within: she'd locked a cage over his sheath so he couldn't escape, he realized, and it was tight! His hind legs flexed, but she just held them apart with one paw to keep stroking him with the other. "I was tempted to see just how impressive a prize you were packing in this big sheath of yours, but nothing helps a dragon understand that every part of him belongs to me quite like a chastity cage..."

Mersyth managed to wriggle onto his back, forelegs straining against his sides but refusing to budge. "Mmmm... Mmm...!" he forced out past the gag and muzzle, so quiet it was hardly audible. She-- she couldn't, she had to let him go, but he could hardly even make a sound of protest!

"Maybe in a year or few I'll let it out for a bit, if you struggle well for me," she said, then her weight came down atop him: the dragoness straddled him, chest to chest, her underbelly pressed down atop his chaste sheath, her snout pushing his chin up to nuzzle at his bulging throat. His mind spun, and not from drugged dizziness this time... he'd thought he'd come her to fight her, that maybe he'd lose and return home having to sacrifice some treasure--he'd never expected to be so easily tricked and then made to be that treasure himself! He had to-- had to do something, before she chose to keep him imprisoned for who knew how long...

But what!

He arched against her, shuddering all over when he felt the points of her teeth just teasingly nibbling at his defenseless neck. "Mmmm, mmmmm... mmmmmm..." He couldn't raise his voice, he couldn't form words, he could only clench his throat around what he blushed to realize was a thick and distinctly phallic gag and oh so softly moan at her! And she only responded by pressing herself back down against him, her cleft right up against the bars of that chastity and the sensation making her moan, wriggling above him and continuing to possessively nibble him. He could hardly even make the straps of his bonds creak, unable to straighten his hind legs or lift his forepaws even an inch from either side of his waist, the thick mitts surrounding each paw just bumping uselessly against his scales or hers.

"Mmmm! There's nothing like the struggles of a freshly hoarded dragon," she gasped, clinging to him, grinding, her motions and pressure and friction teasing his sheath between the cage bars only making the thing feel tortuously tighter. "I can never resist... I always want more-- Nnhh! Well--you know what hoarding is like," she rumbled, nuzzled his chin, and moaned again, a little louder.

He could only moan back at her, his heart racing behind his ribs and his breaths coming in anxious swift gasps. He couldn't figure out a way to escape, and he had no way to try to convince her when he couldn't speak! Pinned by her weight, his struggling felt even more futile as the bonds easily contained his limbs, his voice, his sight... his already desperately throbbing sheath that he kept pressing up against her...

"You'll have plenty of time to get used to it... to like it. I know you will, I can feel how hard you're grinding, and you're hardly even pent up yet," she said, but even when she teased him about it he could hardly make himself stop no matter how the tight throbbing ache of his cage felt like torment! "A cute little dragon like you just longs for a dragoness to control him..."

All her taunts just drew further throbs from his sheath and deepened his blush as he struggled, thrust, and could not even begin to deny or refute her teasing... Even trying to howl only made the softest of moans, with his throat full and breaths forced through the air tubes, and no matter how he tried to struggle or how much dread swelled beneath his ribs he simply couldn't contain his arousal! All it did was prompt her to nuzzle him, to stroke his neck and his chest, and though she finally sat up, she didn't take her weight off his hips or his sheath.

"Ahhh... Well you've been such a good boy so far, let's welcome you to the hoard properly..." After a brief pause, something whirred to life, and he gasped and shuddered when he felt the thrum of some vibrating toy press against him. The cage sent the sensation buzzing all around his sheath, both distributing and muting it, and judging by her own groans she was leaning herself against the toy--and him--at the same time! He moaned, he writhed beneath her and couldn't help but thrust, dragonhood pulsing in desperate futility as her touch and the stimulation encouraged him and the ache of denial only seemed to make his body want it even more, but no matter how aroused he became he simply couldn't get out of his sheath. The cage dimmed the sensations just a little, but far more importantly it trapped him inside, unable to grow, to feel her or the vibrator properly and leaving him feeling frustrated and denied as much or more than he felt his pleasure and lust--and he was feeling those so, so strongly!

She shifted the vibrator here and there, against one side of the cage, then the other, then near the tip--the last really made him arch his back and shiver, and she purred at his response, holding the toy there a while! Pleasure and need and tension and dread whirled his mind into a desperate, helpless mess, not even sure what he was trying to say when he huffed into his gag, unable to concentrate on trying to struggle, or trying to ask for freedom, only feeling so tightly trapped and helpless, feeling the pleasure she gave him, thrusting against it while she thrust back and made her own entirely unmuffled moans of enjoyment. He flinched, for a few moments the stimulation felt even better--getting through the cage in just the perfect way to really stimulate him!--before the vibrator shifted slightly and left him longing for more, throbbing fiercely against the chastity that contained him. Gods if only he could get hard it'd feel so good, couldn't she just take that off...

Mersyth had hardly even caught himself caring more about the chastity than the rest of his strict bondage before the toy found that spot again, and this time it stayed there far longer! His forelegs flexed and back arched, and he pressed himself up against her and the toy as best he could, quivering and gasping, come on come on come on... "Mmmm!" he whined when she shifted it somewhere it didn't feel quite so perfect, and she nuzzled him again, purring teasingly as he arched and writhed and tried to thrust harder against her.

"Getting close were you? Just so you're aware how much you should appreciate them... orgasms are a rare treat for dragons in my hoard," she said, which only deepened his trembling. Just for a moment his worry broke through his lust, and he bucked and struggled hard beneath her, wrenching his limbs against their bonds, but it was useless, it only made his helplessness feel even more intense! He was trapped in those restraints and trapped in her hoard without any say in the matter, no matter how he wanted to howl that she couldn't do this, she had to free him and had to let him go and had to let him cum... Instead his throat just wrapped itself around that huge gag, his paws pulled weakly on the straps, and when the vibrator moved again he thrust against it in desperation. He had to do something, had to, had to, couldn't...

Silubra purred. "Just be a good dragon for me..." She ground herself against him, he humped back, and the vibrator pressed firmly to both of them, pleasing and frustrating together as his sheath bulged and ached and strained against the cage that simply wouldn't give him any room to grow, that made it so much harder to feel the stimulation she was giving him, that concealed that pleasure behind those steady needy aches... He moaned again, he squirmed and tried and failed to get any leverage to push against her, to push the toy away, pinned and exposed and vulnerable to whatever touches she gave him--she or that vibrator, which kept edging against that spot she'd found and then moving somewhere less effective instead, getting him to the point that he felt surely if she kept it there for a few moments longer at a time he'd climax, hard, caged or no! Yet so long as it was in the way it felt as if it was taking so, agonizingly long to get there, and thanks to her warning, every time she shifted he feared that she was about to stop giving him any pleasure at all! But always it returned to the best spots, until his breaths whistled through the air tubes from his gasps, his limbs all twitched and his sheath throbbed so very, very desperately...

And she took the vibrator away, lifting herself off him just enough--and gasping, letting out a few long, relieved moans as she got her own climax and denied his at the same time! He howled, so urgently and so quietly, thrusting and struggling harder than ever now that he felt so close to an orgasm she wouldn't give him! He strained against the bondage, his cock throbbed and throbbed against the chastity cage in denial, and his powerlessness crashed down harder than ever when she kept him so effortlessly pinned even during her own orgasm that his cock was so jealous of and he couldn't get any more pleasure, couldn't wrench his limbs free, still could not see or speak or even get out of his sheath! "Mmmmm, mmmm... Mmmm mmmmmm... mmmmm! Mmm!" His tongue pushed against the gag, unable to dislodge the lewd, thick, phallic shape from his throat, his claws flexed and rubbed uselessly against the padding all around them, his muscles all bunched and strained and he could do nothing beneath her, trying to beg for orgasm, freedom, some sort of mercy...

Instead he got her sharp fangs dominantly, teasingly nibbling his throat again where it bulged around the gag. "Quiet, quiet, my treasure... You're mine now, your body is mine, your voice is mine, your senses are mine, your dragonhood is mine... Your orgasms are mine, to give or to keep from you..." She growled softly to him, then sat back up, stroking her paws down his neck, over the deep curve of his chest to his narrow belly and then to his sheath and the tortuous cage locked down tight around it, which she spent so much time fondling, stroking, caressing the chastity and his aching pent-up balls that belonged to her now...

"Mmmm mmmm... mmmmm..." He humped towards her, his chest heaving as he gasped, writhed, struggling in futility to find a way to get out or get off, but with all his paws and his snout and his sheath contained, he simply couldn't do a thing in her grasp.

"Struggle well for me, treasure... I have many dragons to keep track of, but you'll know when I'm watching you. If you're very good, maybe when one of the dragonesses makes an offering to ask me to share, I'll recommend you to one of them... Maybe eventually you'll even get the orgasm you didn't get today," she said, at last getting up off of him, and he only had time for one soft moan before he felt some sort of strange, shifting sensation, and heard a popping sound from all around him.

The subtle bumps of the rock beneath him were replaced by a perfectly flat surface, the air cooled just a little, and either the air tubes wouldn't let him smell anything or there was nothing to smell... He shuddered, dread intensifying when he realized: she'd somehow put him away into one of those crystal balls! But aside from the shift in unseen environment, nothing else had changed: the bondage gear all remained, and he was still desperately, agonizingly horny! "Mmmm... mmmmm, mmm, mmmmmm!" he tried to cry out, uselessly, but now there was no response, not even an echo, his soft muffled voice dissipating flat and quick within the ball's magical interior. He writhed, he rolled to one side and then the other, now that he wasn't pinned beneath her trying to really throw his strength against the straps, but it was just as useless now as it had been before! He couldn't wrench his forelegs from his sides, straighten his hind legs, straighten his tail... He couldn't reach his snout to push away the blindfold or remove the gag--

Mersyth shuddered, blushing and both wanting to know and hating how much it mattered to his lust-addled mind whether he could find a way to reach his snout to his aching, throbbing sheath, just so he could somehow get some more stimulation!

But a moment later it didn't matter. The air around him gently hummed, he felt a warm touch against his belly, and then once again his cage started buzzing on its own, teasing his sheath and his cock imprisoned within! It wasn't quite so good as when she'd found the best spots to press the vibrator, but it sure felt plenty strong to his already pent-up need, and he twisted and strained his limbs and thrust, panting, shuddering, cock throbbing with his heartbeat as it pressed in such desperate futility against the chastity cage... Please, he had to get hard, had to get off, it felt so good--teasing-- agonizing and tormenting and arousing! "Mmm, mmmm, mmmmm!" he moaned, but he had no idea if she could hear it, and he certainly couldn't hear a word from her...

He kept struggling for a minute or so, then the teasing to his cage stopped and he subsided, gasping for breath. Was that-- was that what it felt like when she touched or held the crystal that she'd sealed him in...? And, and even if he somehow escaped his bondage, could he even escape this magical sphere without her help? And how was he ever going to find a way to cum!

The dragon kicked and thrashed and humped the air, he tried to claw at the mitts, to pull on the cuffs, to push his tongue against the gag or rub the blindfold against something or somehow will that tight chastity cage off his sheath through the sheer power of how achingly horny he was... And it was no use. His sheath kept throbbing, his bonds stayed tight, secure, his limbs pinned in place, the gag filling his throat, his sight a seamless inky black, arousal raging and only intensified by his helpless panic and dread. The more he struggled, the more certain he became that there was no way out, the more powerless and the more horny he felt, which only made his sheath ache more desperately against the cage and made him long even more hopelessly for freedom, a feedback loop as hard to escape as his crystal prison!

He moaned into the unseen mists, but there was no one to free him, no one to let him orgasm... Just endless tight bondage, strict chastity, and the hope that Silubra would come back to give him more stimulation, to appreciate his struggles, and maybe, eventually, make him cum...