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For the draconic sorcerer, the world had been dark for quite some time. He lays in his chamber, chained up with his wrists over his head, stretched out with all his armaments and coverings removed. He can only endure the tortures given to him and the indignities of life chained up, forced food through kobold servants, and unable to leave.

Like many other days, a stone wall melts away on this day, revealing a passageway into the lair beyond his living tomb. Standing on the other end of the passage is his tormentor.

She smirks, running her clawed fingers over her maw, her eyes sparkling with malicious glee as she looks at the dragon chained up before her. He is her prize, and she, wearing a colorful dress of the scales of others who had crossed her, is the owner of the award.

"How is the mighty and fertile sorcerer today," the dragoness coos, her blue scales brilliant. As she steps through the threshold, her servants scurry away, leaving him with a bit of food drizzling over the corner of his mouth.

"Terrible, as always," he growls, looking toward her voluptuous form.

"That's no good," she says, frowning, reaching to her shoulder. She pulls a strap down over her shoulder and then moves to the next one. The dress slips down her body, over her ample breasts, and down past her wide hips. She steps out of the clothing, standing naked before her prize. "After all, it's time again to satisfy me."

He grits his teeth, shifting around, growling, but he cannot do anything about it. His naked manhood lies between his legs, always in a state of half-arousal due to the ring wrapped around the base. When its mistress approaches him, it glows to a magical life, humming enough to raise his member to the impressive mast it has been.

"I'll... I'll get out of here," he says, shifting around in his restraints. "You'll see.

"Oh, sure you will," she says, stepping up with her feet on either side of him, hovering above that cock of his. "Just like how you will be able to defeat me and claim me as your own?" She laughs, holding a hand down, palm up.

Scampering from outside the chamber comes to a few kobolds presenting a potion bubbling and fizzing in a glass to their mistress.

She snatches it from them, lifting it up and shaking it in front of the dragon's face. "On time, just as usual." She grins and tilts her head back, downing the drink in a few gulps, letting some of it roll off her cheek, chin, and chest. She sighs, wiping her mouth clean and tossing the vessel.

"What did you say to me all those years ago when you were a younger and more foolish man?"

He looks away as best as he can, huffing, his chest rising and falling in seething arrogance.

"That's right. You were going to raid my lair, steal my virginity, and make me the mother of your children, was that it?"

"I can still do at least one of those things," he snarls.

"Oh, I think not." She says, lowering herself now, squatting before him. She pats his cheek as her womanhood rests right onto the tip of his cock, squishing against it, teasing the head with her warm and soft entrance.

"Oooh, I can feel the potion kicking in," she says, rolling her eyes back and placing her hands on his chest. She curls her fingers, scratching him as she rocks her hips against him, letting the head penetrate, disappearing into her. "It's stimulating my ovaries. I'm going to form eggs if even a single sperm makes its way inside of me. I know it! With the power of that mighty brew, I'd expand to full-term in seconds~."

She looks at him with a sadistic sneer upon her face, her eyes flashing with manic glee, "But you're never going to lay seed in me. You'll never make this flat tummy of mine swollen with your children. Oh yes!" she says this, pressing down upon him, swallowing up more of his staff. "If only you could break that magical cock ring, you'd be able to finally escape. But that will never, ever happen!"

"F... fuck you...!" he growls, rocking against her.

"That's it," she cackles, practically bouncing on him. "You are the perfect dildo, you beaten and broken man! You are mine to tease and fuck forever without care! I doubt I'd be flat ever again if you were to escape from here. How does it feel, knowing that you'll never have that?"

"It's... ngh... the same... song and... ah! Dance!" he groans, shifting and writhing around. Years of punishment for her body slamming into him repeatedly had not diminished his spirit. Life had been this torturous hell every day, satisfying her unceasing lust on his body--a body unable to ever expel its seed in all of these years.

"One ... of these... days...!" he threatens.

"Keep telling, mmmm, yourself, ahh ... that!" she screams, throwing her head back. "Fuck, this newest position makes me so fucking horny. I need to breed, but you will never be able to breed me!"

As he lays under her, enduring the bouncing on his body and the taunts that never seem to stop, the sorcerer works as he always does, plumbing the depths of the magic and learning of her own magic. Little by little, he understands more and more, and today, he discovers something. Was it something that was always there, or was it something that had developed over years of neglect in the magical seals?

"Aah, yes, I'm... I'm almost... I'm almost there!" the dragoness gasps, "I... I'm gonna, gonna... ah?"

A break and a shift happen inside her. She frowns and slowly lifts herself off of him, his cock slick with her vaginal juices, and as she looks down, she sees that the ring has broken.