Shackles & Jessarin
Posting for Sirblood while extenuating circumstances prevail.
SHACKLES & JESSARIN
CHAPTER 1
The air was warm and the room was dark. The cold-blooded scaly owner sat rather comfortably in his sand laden throne, with the steadily radiating heat of its charcoal briquette heater keeping him comfortable.
His twenty five foot long body snaked lazily through several layers of warm sand. His torso, broad and well-muscled, pressed back restfully against this coils. He amused himself by pouring sand from his hand over his coils. His palm scales were white which ran up to his fingertips, the white disappeared at the edge of his palms. His scales continued on in a strong crimson color, these scales thicker and more rugged. They gave way to his pattern, a black diamond with a white and smaller diamond inside of it. This color scheme repeated going from his coils' white underbelly to his primary crimson and on up to the pattern along his spine. The pattern from his palm and hand terminated at his elbow, from his elbow up it was all crimson scales. The scales of his lower jaw were white like his underbelly, with the upper portion of his head a diamond of his pattern. White covered most of the top of his head, with the black rim running over his eyes in points to his nose. The crimson covered his cheeks and ear holes to meet the remainder of his upper jaw in crimson to his white lower jaw.
As he yawned, cotton white flesh of his upper mouth was revealed along with the two fleshy slips that hid his hollow fangs. He covered his maw with that patterned hand again, showing the patch black nails swirled with the latent color of deep blood. The white from being so light and grey eyes held broadly open, the often fine slits relaxed open for remarkable low light sight. The nostrils usually well hidden in the black coloring gleamed opaque against the faint distant torch light, the heat sensing pits nearby. As the great Naga shifted himself for more even heating the end of his tail emerged, black rattle lumps with a mean white streak down the middle.
He reached up to calmly tug at the cord near his seat, sparks rained from above as the steel wheel spun against the flint edge. The sparks lit the trail of oil resting in a ledge lip circling around the room, steadily flickering blues and greens bathed the walls. In the light his eyes narrowed back to their fine slits. His long ebony tongue flicked out to taste the air, easily a foot and a half long with a forked tip.
Then, he realized he was lonely. His gaze drifted along the long, finely polished oak table to the arching stone passageways of the chambers beyond and he felt the dire pangs of his solitude.
He had plenty of treasures and aesthetic pleasures but he had no one to share them with. The feeling had well tugged at him before; it caused him pained frustrations that he thought he could fill with material objects. Yet, here they were again.
Finally he took to planning, his mind adrift with just who he should pursue. His thoughts eventually landed on the hovering concept of an older scaly female, his casually rolling wonder went to a dragoness. He knows them to range further in age than his kin, and amply hoped to be a more intelligent partner.
The whole prospect of how to lure one to his self was another matter. It could be as simple as a quest to some lair? No. Send out formal written requests? No. Set a carefully planned trap, and await some unsuspecting dragon gal morsel? Yes, most definitely yes, it fit his personality to the core.
But what to use for bait? Well he was after females, so what would attract the more fair gender? He had recently raided that sweets caravan, and those honey based chocolates should work great. What else though? Perfumes, that should work well, oh, and to appeal to the dragonic portion of her, he definitely should use gems and gold.
Slowly Shackles slipped from his warm roost amid the sand, his scales slipping against the heated lip of the stone basin that contained his sleeping sands. He progressed through the arched passageways towards his treasury, sliding among the smooth octagon obsidian tiles joined on all sides by radiant white grout. For sake of cleaning ease the entire floor was covered by crystal clear rough resin that dried rock hard.
He slithered amid the piles of gems and gold; steadily he progressed until he caught hold of a rather ornate wooden and steel chest. The shiny treated finish on the pale wood was intricately carved with flanks of polished steel woven in the shapes of leaves, he carelessly scooped up a fine share of gold and gems then proceeded to shuffle and fill the box with gold. He proceeded to bug it lopsided and close to a shelf that held various potions and perfumes. He tipped open a couple here and there, his tongue flipping out to taste the perfumed air.
The steady progress heralded by the slithering path amid the treasure slowly gave way as weight settled the piles. Shackles finally contented with the amassed bait, placing the three glass bottles amid the coins and gems he proceeded out of his treasury in a sliding path towards the lair entrance. Hewn stonework gave way to rough and uneven stone of the natural cavern and awhile after the perfumed oil flame troughs had gone from sight, the light of the early day filtered in from the cavern opening.
As he reacted the cavern opening, his sight fell upon the dark back of venerable oaks that flanked either side of the cavern mouth. The ample reds, yellow, and oranges of autumn littered the forest floor, covering the normal brown cropping of deep forest refuse.
Shackles flicked his tongue out to taste the air, already the nearby squalling city was awakening. The hearty smell of cooking meats, wood fireplaces, and brine air drifted across his long ebony tongue. He swiveled his head about to find some place to set his trap, somewhere close to his lair, yet also close to the thoroughfare from which to draw his muse, and yet not so close as to attract unwanted company. He slid away amid the bramble bushes he often used to conceal the lair entrance, his travels took him over the roadway and to the dead lightening-struck oak.
He laid the chest amid the hollowed inside of the fallen tree's stump; carefully he opened the trunk and lightly unstopped a bottle of perfume. His best hopes aiming to attract the attentions of a sharp-nosed dragon lass. Leaving a the bait set amid the oak's remains, he set about slithering beneath the leaf strewn bushes of a small clearing, he hid the greater portion of his frame amid the tall bushes, then waited with mild anticipation.
He sat patiently for hours, he felt the carefree rumbles of merchants traversing the road with carts laden with goods and wares long before he heard or saw them. His ebony tongue flickered out now and again as he scented the perfumed silks or confectionary delights that the port city was known for. Occasionally the lupine features of guards or the large feline features of traders and artisans would pass him, their back bending legs holding them erect and alert as their caravans passed through his domain. They were right to be alert; he would often raid the poorly defended trade route for his own meaningless gain.
Occasionally the scent of woman would dance along his tongue; the sweet voices an angelic chorus to his normally solitary condition. His unseen eyes would follow them to drink in the curves of their figures, drawing in the brilliant colors of silks and cottons they wore.
He found appeal in the passing beauties, but chastised himself; he already knew his target and goal. So he steadied his nerves and waited, the sun raised high in the sky, and it placed the forest into a tranquil festival of shadows and lights. The coastal noon breeze picked up, drifting the fresh salted air across his tongue while the wind tickled the leaves overhead to stir a hushed chorus.
Finally he saw her. She was walking the trail towards the port city of Kan'Eth along the wagon beaten trail. She stood about 6 feet tall with a couple more inches from her curled dark peach horns. The scales along her body's narrow frontal scales a pale peach, her hair was worn long and its raven colored strands cascaded down her back to a point below her wing joints. Her wings were folded neatly, but one could tell the color scheme that applied. The muscular support of her winds scales were a tanned cream, whereas the membrane of her wings was a pale peach.
She walked along confident and surefooted; thought came to an abrupt stop. She paused and turned her head into the air to sniff curiously about in an attempt to discern something. Shackles at once pondered if she had caught the scent of him but was rewarded as she veered from the path towards his bait.
He couldn't help but be satisfied as she approached, her scaled and graceful figure wedged tightly into a leather adventure set. The outfit left her flanks so exposed that even the sides of her taunt restrained cleavage showed. The outfit left her back entirely bare, with only a scant loop of leather over her neck to secure it. Looking closer he could see several thin leather bindings around her waist that held up the front of her garb lightly. The outfit ended just above mid-thigh and the black leather boots with silver side buckles matched well with the black leather outfit.
He watched her catch sight of the chest corner and pause, he watched her approach it before giving a shrill cry of glee and close amazingly quick on the chest. He waited as he watched her stoop down and run the coins through her fingers. He slowly slipped from his hiding place as she examined the gems; he slowly rose up to his full height approaching under the cover of clanking coins.
She paused as she caught the reflection of him in the coin she was holding. Staying still for a breathe before swinging around into a low crouch and drawing her dagger. She watched him steadily, her dark pink irises fixed on him.
"So my sweet winged princess, what brings you to my humble hunting grounds?" Shackles let out with a cool low tone, his eyes watching on hers, looking for even the smallest telltale flick of warning.
"Sweet words from a cold blooded forked tongue." She watched him, eyes flicking left, and up to gauge which way to make a dash for freedom.
Shackles swished his tail loudly in the bush to her left; this caused her to glance heartily into the depths of it6 to await another unwanted visitor. She snarled unpleasantly, and tartly questioned, "Couldn't handle me by yourself, you big bas
."
She was cut short as Shackles plowed into her like a spring-loaded trap, his torso slamming into hers firmly enough to make her drop the dagger as he took her from her feet. Only momentarily stunned, she began to fight back, her strongly packed arms pushing him away. Shackles scrapped for purchase against her body while trying to avoid grabbing her clothes or wings. Eventually she got her legs involved wedging them against his torso and pushing him away. He leaned into the push, watching her scales begin to sheen with sweat.
Quickly working to free his tail from the brush, Shackles let her push him off. Just as she thought about scrambling away, he hauled her up into the air. His tail wrapping around her legs as she gave a meep and squirmed, steadily the thick coil raised her into the air higher.
She flopped about a bit, all dignity removed as she attempted to pull his coils off of her trapped thighs. "Let go of me you damn jerk!" She pounded on his coils with her clenched fists as he raised her further into the air. She huffed her cheeks out and glared indignantly at him upside down with her arms crossed.
Shackles let his tongue slip out with a brief flick as she glared at him, more feeling than hearing the low rumble deep inside her as he held her aloft. "You are event cute when you pout."
She let out an outraged yelp, smacking his holding coil with full strength causing him to flinch, "You have some damn nerve! Grabbing me up like some prize, and then flirting with me!"
"Oh, but my dear you are my prize." He slowly righted her as she blushed, though he didn't know if it was from being upside down or something else.
She grumbled as she was righted, still flowering at him but it seemed to lack some of its former venom. "I am not some tavern wench you can just get handsy with."
"No, you most certainly are not." His tongue flicked out as she glowered at him, and he could feel her heart rate slow as she no longer felt in mortal peril.
She watched him, occasionally giving a squirm to test just how tightly he was holding her. He let her pry a little more room for herself before binding tightly about her. She gave a little squeal at the sudden grip before rasping out, "Hardly the way to treat a lady."
Shackles gave a short huff of amusement, and coiled her around to sitting on his coils, on coil around her waist to keep her there, "Better?"
She pushed on the holding coil, failing to get free she glared at him. "Yes, but only a bit. Let me go!" She swung her legs against his coils and growled.
Shackles watched her squirm inside his grip, he felt the blows land, and then he smiled, "My name is Shackles, pleased to meet you."
She watched him for a bit, then finally huffed back, "Mine is Jessarin Orchard-Horn, now will you let me down? This is rather debasing." She turned her head away from him.
He let his holding coil slip from her waist, and she almost immediately hopped down and tried to flee. He pursued her as he watched her vault over several coils before enfolding her stomach down on the ground under the weight of several of them. She gruffed and growled, giving a surprised yip as he pulled her up into his arms. "Mmm, no more trust for you."
"You really expected me to stay?" She grumbled as he tucked her into his arms, making her kiss her knees with his left arm behind her head, and his right holding her legs up at the knees. He stopped briefly to close and lug the chest up, he put it right between her knees, and then he proceeded right along on taking her back to his lair.
He proceeded along with her wedged tightly to his chest, his grip steady as they entered the natural cavern mouth of his lair. Eventually the warm perfumed air reached his tongue, and the oncoming scent and glow made her head poke up. She pressed against his chest with a growl. "You best not be thinking anything crude."
"Only the crudest actually" he replied in a simple matter of fact tone. Steadily he slithered his way into the reaches of his lair, heading into the treasury. He gripped the chest she was holding, but found her adamantly glued to it.
"This is to cover the tithe for your manhandling of me." She glowered at him with a pout, entirely serious about keep the chest.
"Alright, might as well put you with the rest of the treasure then." His tongue flicked out to slip quickly over her face. She blinked in surprise at that, then more so as he set her down amongst the piles of gold.
She glanced around herself incredulously as he left her there, a touch flustered. Amid healthy sums of gold, she was torn between wanting to polish herself with it and thinking of running. "At least you have one thing I like."
Shackles didn't miss a beat, "Oh, my wonderful eyes?"
Jessarin paused giggling softly, what an absurd snake. "No, silly boy, piles of shiny wealth." She leaned back amid the gold, and he smiled at her as she relaxed.
Shackles paused to observe her with casual enjoyment; his eyes alight with mischievous fire. "Oh? I thought your standards were higher, but if I can have you for a night for half the pile then consider it a deal."
As Jessarin listened, each passing word just made her more and more flustered. The thought did pass through her mind to accept his deal; it wasn't exactly a small sum. She raked her digits through the metallic measures of wealth, well knowing that even half of it was enough to keep her well off for several dozen years. "Let me think on it."
Shackles watched her with mild cunning, his tongue flicking out now and then to scent her warm aroma. The almost narcotic allure of her scent all the sweeter as she was content to let him watch on. "How about a bath and dinner before you decide?"
Jessarin perked a brow, cautious of scaly men with luring treats, "A private bath?"
Shackles nodded, leaning back on his coils much the same way she was laying on the gold, his tongue flicking out again, "Yes, a private bath."
Jessarin lifted her arm to arch and unfurl and furl her fingers, in a noble dismissal to being service. "Prepare my bath then."
Shackles chuckled and pulled her from her golden roost, he ushered her along to a vast chamber. In its center the grand 10 foot by 30 foot pool that stood as his bath, the flooring made of pumice, and the rim of basalt. A vast cast iron cobra around the burning brazier cast light through the chamber.
Jessarin let out a low whistle at the sight; she went over and ran a hand up one of the basalt pillars that supported the roof. "It must take forever to fill this thing with pails."
Shackles gave another one of those hissing laughs again, "Hardly, why use a pail when a better means exists."
Jessarin turned to look at him in interest, "How so?"
Shackles began turning a hand wheel and the wall on the wall which unleashed a torrent of water through the cast iron cobra. The metal hissed loudly as it greatly heated the water coursing through it. Instantly steaming hot water spilled from the cobra's mouth cascading down into the bath. The incoming water cooled as the heat from the cast iron was leached away. "See?"
She nodded slowly, Shackles did seem to have his tastes, "marvelous, now if you would just be on your way."
Shackles nodded sharply, letting a low hissing chuckle out. He pulled open a hollow in the basalt column nearest the door, inside were a number of batch gels and fine salts. He left her to her own device as the room began to fog; he turned the hand wheel closed as he departed.
Jessarin looked over her shoulder to make sure he had departed before beginning to unhook her outfit. She unbuckled her boots and stepped free of them, and then slowly worked over the lacing on her top to loosen and eventually slip off the tight black leather. She slid the garment to the ground and stepped clear, her perky breasts remained high and firm as she hooked her thumbs into her panties to slip the simple lace garment off. She tested the water lightly with a toe before adding a dash of salts and a tip of oil to the bath. She slowly sank into the lavish bath before beginning to relax and enjoy herself.
Shackles busied himself with cooking, namely grilling sweet meats and making herb root stew with potatoes. His casual demeanor allowed him to briskly and quickly complete the work, cleaning as he went. He poured smoky sugar bar syrup over the meats, and added the drippings to the stew to make it more wholesome.
He then slithered back to the reaches of the bath; he collected up her discarded leathers, and then left black and silver silks in their place. He left her to bathe, hearing her singing softly amid the basalt pillars as she relaxed. So he took his leave, his tail swishing softly behind his back to make his rattle buzz lightly, "Dinner is ready."
Jessarin moved calmly to a polished oak seat, laying her tail across her stomach which lay bare, the silks covered her chest and the better portion of her thighs. But they left her mid drift exposed, "You sneaky, sneaky snake."
"I think they look good on you." His jaw pulled tight to lightly curl the corners of his mouth, the closest he every got to a smile.
"Still mad at you." She combed out her hair with her fingers as it began drying.
"So with that settled, enjoy dinner." He smiled as he laid forward the trays, also including trays of dates, candied fruits, and assortment of caramel-coated nuts.
With that, dinner began. There was only a minor amount of small talk where Shackles learned that Jessarin was 50 years older than him, putting her at 275, still rather young for a dragoness. He had also learned that she was headed for Dragons' Roost by way of chartered ship to find a clan before her service years.
"So where I am sleeping?" She asked while stretching her arms and wings out before a yawn consumed her features.
"Your chambers are this way." He held out his arm to guide her, already half lidded with comfort and tiredness from a warm filling meal. He led her amid the maze of his lair to a room sprawling with cushions and a large down mattress, and then he pointed out the privy facilities across the way.
"Thank you; now do be on your way." She purred and patted his jaw, and then she went about setting up her roost. Oddly content with thin sheets amid the constant warmth of his lair.
Shackles gave soft airy chuckles and went on his way, a gentle smile sounding his maw, "As you wish princess." On his way back to his sleeping throne, he threw a lever to engage his façade walls, effectively sealing off his lair. He decided he would sleep well tonight.
The night bled through into the hours of dawn without incident. Shackles arose earlier than usual as the heat of his bed ebbed off. Apparently he forgot to feed it more charcoal last night with all of the excitement. He made note of that while he crawled from his fine sands, returning shortly to feed a dense charcoal briquette into the fire basin beneath his throne.
He then stretched out his arms and whipped his tail griplessly across the floor several times. He paused to comfortably roll his shoulders as he went to confront the new thing amid his underground lair.
Turns out she was still asleep, his tail flowing him into the room until he was sitting high on his own coils. She woke slowly, her hair mussed in a bed-tangled fusion. Her eyes blinking at him slowly as she propped herself up, her maw pulled a long yawn as she looked around.
Shackles let out a soft chuckle, "Sleep well?"
"Like the dead." Jessarin replied as she stretched out some, the silks she wore to bed slightly askew from nighttime shifting.
Curious as always, and enjoying the sight of her stretching out, Shackles reached out and caught her around her mid-drift, his strong fingers kneading into the coiled fibers of her torso. His grip steadily getting stronger as he pushed against the tension holding the bands of muscle taunt. She began to push back against him as his fingers massaged up her back, the constant circular motion of his digits causing a ripple amid her scales as his hand climbed higher. She was almost laying her weight into him as his grip around her reached the point that her wings met her back. As her back arched and her wings drooped, he reached her neck, she craned it up tense as he began unknotting her shoulders only to melt as he continued to massage her neck.
"Keep it up and I'll go right back to sleep." She rumbled pleasantly, relaxing in his grip.
He smirked his snakish smirk again, then he let go of her neck. Just as she was doing a plaintive whine, be nudged her onto her stomach and massaged down her lower back. She rumbled into the silk cushions deeply as he made it down to her tight rear, her tail lifted and the silk came free as he massaged her rump. She was murring contently and pushing her rump into his tight grip, slowly relaxing back down as he moved on to her thighs, calves and ankles.
"Now the front you handsy devil." She purred and slipped her legs from his grip, slowly turning over and taking her upper silk off.
He smiled his snakish smile and began at her shoulders, his firm grip heated by her body and his working hands. He stared calmly into her eyes, his caressing grip finding her perky breasts and massaging the muscle beneath. All the while casually cupping her breasts and running over the tender nubs of flesh that made her nipples. He smirked again and quit his cupping rubs to cascade his grip in a tight massaging roll down her flanks just as she started to press back into the chest rub. This drew a plaintive growl from her, but it receded as his hands caressed over her taunt stomach and down along her thighs. His fingers nimbly avoiding her more sensitive inner thighs even as she worked to put them in his hands.
Then he stopped all together, his grip slipping away and leaving her growling.
"You play evil, evil games." She half- heartedly glared at him.
He pulled her up to her feet, pressing her heated nude body against his slightly cooler frame. He grinned roguishly as his hands went behind her and between her thighs to rub softly against her inner thighs.
She pressed harder against him both trying to press back into the caress of his grip, and pull away from it as his digits skillfully danced against the upper reaches of her inner thighs. He came close to but never did touch her sex; the glistening lips of her heated sex did wet his fingers with proof of her need. He hissed long and pleasantly while drawing back his fingers.
Shackles slowly drew his fingers up, then he slipped his tongue agilely around to clean her nectar from his digits, "As sweet as the owner."
She blushed and pressed up against him need fully grinding into his scales, she almost relished their rougher texture against her body. The contrast gave her shivers as she gripped her claws against his hide, softly she bit against his neck, "Stop teasing me!" She followed it with a playful growl edged with need.
He smiled again and slowly slipped her arms off; he ran his fingers over her arms slowly. He grinned right before shackling them behind her back, he hissed pleasantly as she gave a surprised groan. Shackles then smacked her tight rear a couple of times, holding her tail up as he struck her bottom. When she was biting her lip against the sting, and her inner thighs slick with arousal.
He let her fall back onto the pillows and left, chuckling a bit as he departed.
Jessarin sat stunned for a while, when it was apparent he wasn't coming back soon she began to pleasure herself with her tail. The thoughts running through her head as she toyed herself to climax was how he might feel in her, and all the wondrous things she would make that exotic tongue do for her.
CHAPTER 3
Shackles slithered away to make breakfast, it was a small spread of grilled meats, brazier fruits and honeyed milk. The spread was elegant and satisfying, for the sake of his guest it was garnished with sugared rose petals. Smiling quaintly he set the table before sliding off to fetch Jessarin.
He found her still shackled where he left her, now she looked flustered, content and comfortable all at once. She was spread in a relaxed manner among the silk cushions; her thighs spread open with a coating of her aromatic juices spread down her inner thighs. Her tail lay lazily over her left shin, it glimmered lightly in the flickering oil lighting, from the tip of her tail dripped her arousal. It became instantly apparent to Shackles how she found release, he made note of it.
She finally noticed him almost moving to cover her shame, but in the afterglow she just couldn't build up the motivation. She purred out at him with mock scorn, "So what has the tease been up to?"
"Nothing nearly as fun as you I am sure." Shackles smiled again, he slipped up to her confidently. His hands found her inner thighs even as she tried to close them; he let his fingers dance in a caressing drum up her inner thighs. He hissed pleasantly as he felt her muscles tense up, and then relaxing into quivering shivers.
Jessarin bit back a groan, only to rumble a moan out into his broad muscular chest while his fingers teased along her still sensitive inner thighs. The craftily bastard was re-stoking the need full fires she had worked to squelch, she gave out a growl and nipped at him, "Teasing handsy bastard."
Shackles hissed out an airy laugh, his hands roaming over her thighs both inside and out. He let her hips push and roll into his grip just as much as he commanded them under his caressing hold. Soon the scent and coating of her fresh arousal reached his senses, he was already smiling as he climbed his rubs skyward to lull and tease her legs up. Shackles smacked her tight rear again as he proceeded on, that drew a small surprised yip amid a throaty groan. Slowly he undid the shackles about her wrists; she reached out instantly to grab hold of him.
She kissed him, the horizontal scales that lipped his mouth anyways. He smiled again, his hand rubbing down her backside a bit. Waiting until she relaxed, his grip again found her inner thighs, this time he didn't dally about. The fingers of his right hand found her tight scaly sex, the heat of her folds were strong against his hand while he slowly played with her soaking wet scaly slit. He felt her tense; she both pushed back into his grip and redoubled the strength of her grip on his shoulders. He slowly spread her folds, his fingers sliding along her needy mound as the lips of her sex fought against his spreading digits. The warm juices coating her mound allowed her sex to slip closed beneath his efforts.
Though he lacked trued lips to kiss with, he still had a very long and agile tongue. He flicked it out with ease, and thought she was outright initially surprised she relaxed as it slipped against hers. The playful arching and slide of his dexterous tongue allowed a toying flicker against her tongue with the light tips of his tongue fork. He broke the kiss as his ribbed erection slid from his male slit to grind against her stomach.
Jessarin purred in delight, she loosened a hand from Shackle's shoulder to squeeze it around its engorged base. She purred happily as she got Shackles to tense and hiss for her, she eased off of her grip to let her palm press his length back up against his stomach. She gauged his length at about 10 inches when all was said, not the longest she had played with, but his girth was deliciously thick with these wondrous ridges. His glans was almost pointed, and the ridges ringed narrow and close along the underside. She was just about to toy around with him when he recovered enough to get the upper hand, or more correctly the lower one.
Shackles turn to make Jessarin squirm. His fingers found the slick heated confines of her sex that warmed middle finger of his working against the tight walls of her sex to spread her neglected walls apart. Her head pushed up against his chin while his finger lustily probed into her, once his finger began hitting the most comfortable reach at that position he started to rock it slowly in and out of her. She moaned greedily again against his shoulders to dig her talons into his scales. She bit not-so-lightly against his neck while beginning to grind against his front to make his shaft slide between them. She growled happily right into his throat as she rocked and slid against him, his hands continuously sliding across her thighs with the pause to warmly finger her tight sex.
Jessarin's need full groans began to mount against Shackles' throat, her hips seeking to rise and push her needy mound down onto his girth. Shackles prevented it by putting her hips back and down, this caused her to growl in frustration and arousal as she was denied repeatedly. She tried to overpower him to get her desire, only to be met with nips and the glancing grinds of her mound his glans. The teasing slips only built her frustration until she let go of his neck with her maw to look down for better aim. Shackles caught her arms up as her guard dropped for aim, he pinned her arms back and sprawled her against the bed again.
She gave a plaintive groan while squirming against his hold. Shackles leaned in to the push his tongue into her maw, the agile slips of his tongue allowed him free and easy caress of her tongue amid a heated kiss. He slipped his hands down her arms, across her neck, and right over her breasts. Slowly she rounded her arms over his shoulders, her grip fastened around the back of his neck to pull him tight, she even tried to get her hips around his torso. Shackles wasn't going to have it though, his hands slid down her thighs to keep them spread as he steadily ground between her folds. His casual sliding allowing the ribs of his cock to pluck lightly against her folds as he went back.
She purred sweetly, more than able to slick him with her arousal. Still Jessarin tried to angle and take him in, each time denied with a firm grind as reward for her attempts. She let out a vexed growl and gripped onto him fiercely, "Enough teasing! Can't you tell I am ready?"
Shackles hissed deeply and drew back from her grip, his hold on her pushed her thighs skyward to unflatteringly place her pinned on her shoulders and neck against the cushions. Shackles put her knees down with his left arm to hold them, his right arm kept her tail clear as his maw moved in. She squirmed at first, letting out a gasping cry as the slender forks of his tongue played against her sex, and then she let out a low warm moan as his powerful tongue sought out the depths of her sweet tunnel. Her arms spread aimlessly on the bed to occasionally dig into the pillows amid sexual throes of pleasure. His mouth was pressed directly to her mound, and each grind accented against the smooth inflexible scales of his jaw. He was enjoying himself as the walls of her sex gripped and milked against his tongue as if trying to coax it deeper.
Shackles continued on tormenting her sensitive mound with his tongue, he would slow the laps and slips as she would approach climax to keep her pleasure and pressure rising only to ebb away a touch before her peak. He kept at the edging to enjoy her occasional squirm and moans of pleasured protest. Eventually he couldn't stave her off any longer, she let out a rising cry as she tensed up, her shivers passed into him as he kept her contained warmly while she gasped. When she finally relaxed the tender muscles of hers were quivering, so he slowly rose up over her to slide his shaft against her climax sensitive folds.
She stifled in soft moan to by biting her lower lip as he began to grind against the sweet folds of her sex. Shackles continued to grind against her sex as she shakily bucked back against him, groans rolled out in her chest and throat while his torment continued. Steadily Shackle's own excitement built as his grinds persisted and his pre-cum began to leak and add his male presence to the now nearly overpowering aroma of her arousal. Slowly he eased her back down, leading her back to lie on the bed as he eagerly ground against her tight mound. The firm thrusting grinds started to tense his shaft and he knew he was close, as he pressed forwards against her his shaft let loose. Thick, long strands of his heavy white seed shot up her stomach; the carrying force was enough to put hot lines over her breasts with one clear up to her chin. She shivered with a low groan as the warmth splayed across her already tingling scales.
As Shackles sat there content from his release for a moment, Jessarin took a finger to sampling a bit of his virile mess. Her head was almost swimming from the potent male aroma, and the seed clung to her finger webby and white while barely moving. It seemed he had put almost a half a pint of his virile mess on her, she could feel it covered a good portion of her front as it began to cool.
Shackles began to run his hands down along her thighs and calves, his fingers caressing casually and occasionally causing a muscle or two of hers to twitch under the attention.
Jessarin licked her fingers clean, letting him watch with a smirk as she did. She allowed him to idly play with her legs, she purred softly as his fingers interlaced her toes to massage her feet, "you naughty snake, not even breakfast yet and you have already molested me twice. You are so much trouble."
Shackles chuckled again, "I blame you for that, you little temptress. But breakfast is ready, thought I might need to reheat some of it."
She smiled and began to stand, she slipped form his embrace to head to the privy.
Shackles chuckled roughly to her, "And where do you think you are going?" He slowly slid around and in front of her.
She blinked and stopped as if he had asked an entirely outlandish question, "To clean up of course, someone made me a mess."
Shackles smiled and rose before her, a soft sinister stance plagued his moves, "No you aren't hun, you are staying nice and naked messy for me. At least until a touch after breakfast."
Jessarin stood a bit aghast until it sank in, the she blushed heavily. Perhaps because of how crude and naughty he was being, the idea of it, or some dark rooted approval of the notion.
Shackles smiled and patted her on her bare bottom. "Sometimes I get a touch possessive."
Jessarin shuddered and eyed him, "Just some----". She was cut short as her back was pinned to the hallway wall, his right hand around her neck securely but gently trapping; her slight protest unuttered by his deep kissing of her. After a moment she realized she tasted something new in his kiss, and then she realized it was the taste of herself. The crimson blush spread, and she couldn't help but rub her thighs together as that likely meant he tasted himself on her tongue. Naughty, naughty snake, it was hard not to like.
Shackles broke the kiss, a faint link of saliva trailing from the tongued embrace. He smiled as Jessarin let out a faint groan, his hand roamed over her taunt rump with a light smack to jump her out of it, "Breakfast time."
She walked with him, a faint sway to her hips as she moved along with him. The faint trace of crimson remained, and she was all too aware of how naughty she looked and smelled.
Shackles lead her back to the table area, his casual path keeping her unaware of the many various twists and turns of his lair. He set her a pillow at the foot of the table while he went off to fetch something; she blushed profusely when he returned with what looked like a collar and chain. She hushly said, "I didn't realize you got this way."
Shackles clamped the collar about her neck, he settled in around her as he took up the chain. With a firm steady tug he pulled her up against him, she blushed profusely while looking at him in his eyes. She was mashed to him messy and fully nude; he took up a piece of fruit and fed it to her. Steadily he repeated this, sans when he took some for himself. When she seemed more content to lay on him or tease him with drumming talons on his scales he eased up.
Shackles smiled and pulled her chain up till she was standing, she was murring as she enjoyed the change of pace. Slowly he slipped around her coiling about her ankles and calves. He hissed softly in her ear, "I think your back needs to be messy too." He smiled as he felt the heat of her blush.
Jessarin brought both hands to her collar as he overlooked her backside, "Just were does your damned energy come from?" She shivered as his hand passed down her back only to arch and let free a gasp as his tongue trailed up her spine.
Shackles chuckled, "It really just springs up."
Jessarin turned to face him, she purred at what she found. He was obviously erect again, standing nice and proud before her. She reached out a gripped him to let her fingers massage and tease him before stroking the length, she would pause and tease him with some short rubs as she felt his heart rate climbing.
Shackles wasn't about to let her off easily though, he cupped the back of her head and pulled her in closer. She made moves to squirm but gave that up as he pushed into mouth. Her jaw slid open widely as he pushed in, and the wet slurp sounded as she began to suck while he thrust into her maw, her tongue playing against the underside of his shaft as he pumped. The slurp of her maw going down on his shaft several times echoed as he took her mouth, she gagged lightly when he went rather deep a couple of times, but managed to recover before he came. She tried to swallow, but it was just too much too quickly, it spilled from the sides of her maw and down her chin. She was left a touch messier.
Shackles hissed with pleasure, "Bath time?"
Jessarin nodded while still sucking him to torment him in the afterglow.
CHAPTER 4
The pair decided to bathe together after breakfast. Shackles cleared the table of dishes and plateware before meeting up with Jessarin at the batch. Jessarin was already busy drawing the bath when Shackles arrived. Shackles casually approached the dragoness from behind and she stood trying to determine which bath oils and salts to use.
Shackles rattled his tail to a buzz to get her attention to look to the side, then he overtook her from behind, his arms wrapping sweetly around her waist, "Gotcha".
Jessarin giggled and leaned back into him, "So you have, what now?"
Shackles softly nipped against her shoulder it caused her to wiggle and lightly rub the tip of his maw. He let his tongue snake out for a light lap, the quick motion trailing around her fingers, "Only the crudest things."
Jessarin smiled and slowly moved away from him, the casual sashay of her hips to driven to tease him. She couldn't help but smile over her shoulder to him, "I don't mind your crudeness much hun."
Shackles hissed softly and slid himself forwards into the water, he watched her calmly as he settled almost sleepily amid the warm waters, "Glad you enjoy being in my thrall."
Jessarin smiled while moving through the waist deep water, she sat on one of his coils and slowly stroked down his chest with her talons softly picking along his scales. "You have given me no reason not to".
Shackles caught the chain dangling from her front, a soft smile creased his features as he pulled her up and close, "Not even the collar?"
Jessarin blushed profusely as his grip snaked about the chain and she looked up at him with a shy smile. Her eyes looking deeply into his to admire them she didn't speak a word but she did rub lightly along his sides.
Shackles grinned down at her, the cornered peaks of his smile holding a comfortable grin as he nipped her again. She was about to open her mouth to say something, but he cut her short with a deep kiss to her maw, his tongue slipped against hers as the words died in her throat to be replaced by a low sated groan.
Jessarin dragged her talons against his flanks with stern force, she pushed back against his kiss with fervor and hunger. She broke the kiss to get a light second one against his neck, she purred as the she lightly scraped her teeth against his neck. With a purr she scraped her hands around to his front gazing up into his eyes as she did, "Maybe I should collar you, and have you do my bidding."
Shackles ran both hands down her back and thighs to elicit a soft murr of enjoyment for her, "And why ever would you do that?"
Jessarin purred as she pressed back into his caress, "To make you suit and slake my needs of course!"
Shackles smacked her tight rump lightly to get a yip from her, "And what needs are those?"
Jessarin smiled and pressed in against him, her head laying against the bottom of his muscle padded ribcage. She softly kept pressing into him as she held on, "Being my pillow for one, also I can think of uses for a big imposing snake."
Shackles gripped and massaged over her neck slowly, his hand caressing over her neck casually as he murred deeply in his chest, "Is that so?"
Jessarin smiled and stood back up, she washed her scales of the mess before starting to straddle one of his coils. She smiled sweetly to him as he ran her hands along his coil, "But of course."
Shackles raised his coil up in the water , it caused her to laugh and fall forwards giggling. She kissed his raising coil while pressing fully against it. He slowly raised his tail as she clung to it still, he brought her out of the water with a soft slide to eventually bring her in for a kiss.
Jessarin held his maw as she kissed him, a soft purr resounding as she stroked along his ridged jawline. She hugged him firmly, her talons rubbing across his broad muscular chest while he still held her up. A smile played across her features when she broke the kiss, her paws softly rubbing down the back of his neck as she remained against him.
Shackles held her sides tauntly, letting his gaze wander over the fine gal before him. A soft smile cornered his lips as he let her down into the bath, "This is nice, but we really can't do it all day."
Jessarin groaned in response, but she allowed herself to be lowered. She waded off, floating on her back for a bit before getting out.
Shackles watched her go before churning up the water with his tail, his casual grinds against the floor of the bath to polish and clean his scales. He followed her out afterwards, opening the drain as he left. While she was drying off, he came up behind her and caught her about her bust. Smiling as she meeped in response, he slowly pressed her back.
She leaned back into him after a short delay, a soft purr lulling from her throat, "More like this." Jessarin guided his hands up higher to her bust, her breasts pressed into his grip before a light squeal as he found her nipples. She groaned and pressed her head back into his chest as he played with her again, where did he get his damn energy?
Shackles couldn't help but play with her breasts, he enjoyed the rolling groans of pleasure and the airy gasps of delight as he softly pressed down on her nipples before teasing them about. His casual caresses were causing her to groan and squirm against his front, she would occasionally nip at his neck. Slowly he would desist, leaving a warm hold around her ribs.
Jessarin nipped back hard against him, a soft purr echoing as she caught his neck, "Damn tease."
Shackles upped her nose, smiling down at her as she licked his hand, "So right you are."
Jessarin wiggled her rump as she pulled free of his grip, a soft smile spreading on her maw again. She made her way off with her tail raised high to show off her tight backside, as she left to go get dressed.
Shackles proceeded along to his study, his tail working to propel him to his academic lair.
She joined him shortly later, he was busy on his work bench toying with a clockwork device. His fingers tampering with the fine thin gears, occasionally his hand would dip in with a caliper to measure some feature. He would let a hum part his lips before scribbling a note on parchment. Time was kept by a mechanical clock with an astro range on top of it to show the planet's relation to the two stars. Through this means he tracked both time and date, the fine etchings and bands, of color setting out season and month. A grainy flip number pointing out the day on the clock face. It was all measured in units of ten.
Shackles was busy measuring the spacing between gears, and was hard at work adjusting the tension against the cogs. His current trails were a study of lubricants, namely the most optimum for any given premise. He jumped smartly and he was grabbed from behind, but he scolded himself and relaxed when he heard Jessarin giggle.
Jessarin placed her head upon his shoulder with a soft purr, she looked over his straight and neat final schematics and compared them to his hastily composed notes with crude drawings. She nuzzled in and nipped at his neck, a hushed purr amid her throat, "Just what are you up to?"
Shackles looked back to her, she was wearing a couple of cream silks, a top that looped over her neck and covered the better portion of her front while leaving her back bare. The leggings were tight about her low waist with loose long pants to just above her ankles. Shackles smiled softly, he coiled his tail about her as she kept close to his back, "Just a few cog problems."
Jessarin purred and kissed his chin, she wiggled against his coils as they moved around her, "The elders never let women around mechanics, but the ideas always fascinated me."
Shackles briefly licked about her neck and shoulders to cause her head to duck and her to shiver. He then picked up the piece he was working on a winding spring anti-pick device. The thing would self reset should someone fail it, or just flat out cover the keyhole until it was wound again. He watched her take it and experimentally turn some of the gears in it, "The work can be troublesome and frustrating."
Jessarin handed him back the device, she pressed herself back against his coils, "It's okay, I understand my place."
Shackles paused for a moment, he looked back over her as she relaxed, "What do you mean 'your place'?"
Jessarin blinked and lightly tugged her collar, "My place. As a woman, as someone of arts and care, not male pursuits. I just thought that this -" indicating the collar, "--meant I was a woman, yours perhaps."
"No." Shackles began, it drew a start from Jessarin as she let her mind run trying to find out how she had displeased him, "Don't confuse how I lay playful possession of you as an actual claim that you are less than me. I want to see you for the best you can be, even if I beguile and degrade you in private. I went after that brain of yours, then it would mean even more to me knowing what you can be, and that you are mine."
Jessarin sat there quietly stunned, drinking in his little speech and having it run afoul the cogs of her upbringing. She stammered out jerkily as she tried to mesh the tow, "But ... I... that's not normal."
Shackles laughed, "Normal is for the birds dear. I don't want some meek silent obedient girl, I want a woman with passion and direction in who I see as an equal. I want you to challenge and correct me, I also want you able to take hot passionate nights and not fold like cards to please me. I want a woman who knows what she wants and will grind tooth and talon to get it. Because just good enough, is not good enough here." He tipped her head up to gaze into her eyes, because she had dropped them during his spiel, "I like you, I really do. But this is as much up to you as it has to be, I need to know you can be strong and willed."
Jessarin sat there for a moment, her heart was racing in her ears as she considered even trying. Her eyes searched his as if trying to find the answer in them, horribly her mind went blank as doubt began to flood in. She blinked back tears as she considered telling him that she just couldn't, she tried to speak but choked on the words.
Shackles hushed her, his hand rubbing along the back of her head. He pulled her into his schest just as the sobs began to break free of her throat, he felt the warm flow of her tears against his chest as he held her. He could make out the broken mantra of "I can't" as she cried against his chest.
Jessarin pressed against his hand as he lifted her head from his chest, he caressed her jaw with a hand to quiet hr. She gazed through her watery eyes at him, blinking the blur away. She answered by pressing his hand back light and unsure, then relaxed into him.
Shackles rubbed her head as she relaxed against his chest. He rubbed against the top of her head as she calmed, "You can't know until you try."
Jessarin sniffed, her fingers curled and pressed against his scales as she kept against him, "What makes you so sure?"
Shackles rubbed down the back of her neck to her stiff shoulders. He kept a soft hold on her neck scruff, "Because I have faith in you, you just need faith in yourself."
Jessarin laughed bitterly and buried her face in his chest, "You silly absurd snake."
Shackles frowned and softly pinched her but it caused her to meep and shoot bolt upright, "If you fail, I still keep you around as eye candy."
Jessarin was half-heartedly rubbing her rump and scowling at him, she gave a mild snort and leaned into him. Her hand ran softly over his chest while her cheek pressed against his sternum, "You are so much trouble."
"Grouch it out princess." Shackles slowly rubbed her back as she relaxed with a sigh. He pulled her legs in, and just held her against his chest.
Jessarin closed her eyes, the top of her head flat against his chest as she again wondered what she got herself into. Slowly she stretched out and kissed his jawline, her hands hung around his neck as she just remained there for a bit.
"Mhmm." Shackles softly rubbed her sides as she hung on to him.
"I'll try." Jessarin nuzzled into his neck breathing warmly against his throat. SUBMITTED Saturday, March 03, 2012