Scraps - Master's Pillow
#3 of Scraps and Works in Progress
Another word-sketch, this time trying to illustrate a bondage apparatus that came to mind, but didn't really have a USE for it. Posted for curiosity.
Bundled though she was, the rat still felt the mattress shift, softly squeaking springs echoing the sound she would be making if her collar had not been turned off for the night. Her legbinder was pulled up toward her chest and her tail tightly wrapped around her midsection with her arms but she still flexed slightly to adjust herself to the curve of her Master's body as the dragon curled himself around her. She sighed noiselessly as she imagined the feeling of his smooth rubbery skin against her fur to accompany the weight and pressure of his arm around her body and muscular chest against her back that she could feel through the fabric of her sleeping sack.
Relaxing in that embrace it took her a moment to register that she COULD feel his rubbery self against her. Master had eased down a zipper in the casing and she could feel the tip of his member nuzzling against the exposed opening of her pussy. Curling her legs more tightly against her chest she welcomed him in, flexing her muscles to encourage his advance. Soon she shivered with pleasure as she felt him push his thick barbed shaft into her folds. Unable to move much but the muscles of her rump and cunny, she still squeezed and stroked her Master's cock as best she could. He churred softly, thrusting in his near sleep as he curled arm and wing around her cotton covered mid-section for leverage. Slowly, dreamily he slid his cock in and out of her until he shuddered and spent himself in her quivering cunt. His cock receded into his vent as he slid deep into sleep, and the the rat lay bound in his arms, oozing his cum and her own horny juices. Wide awake and squirming horny in her sleeping sack, there was nothing to do now but hope for morning wood.