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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.