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Ilirae's head snapped up; the sound of a dragon's wings beating the air was unmistakable, and it roused her from her nap at once. The dragon those wings belonged to was still far away, but she did not rise and move to the entrance of her cave to investigate, only growling and tucking her tail in against the jet-black scales of her rump, hoping the dragon she heard was just passing through, or not coming in her direction.

But the sound of wings only grew louder.

She listened to the pattern: healthy and even and drawing ever closer, undoubtedly coming to her cave. She hoped that it was another dragoness, a friend of hers perhaps, coming to visit... Perhaps a newcomer, an acquaintance seeking advice... But no, the wings were far too loud now, and a friend would have called out a greeting by now to reassure her. No mystery about it now, the dragon flying her way could only be some brute of a male, thinking himself tough enough to challenge her, maybe looking to improve his standing by defeating one of the strongest dragonesses in the mountains; she growled more loudly at the thought. All but the most powerful and skilled males were of any danger to her--

The approaching dragon roared, and she shivered in reflex. She knew that voice.

It was Brolek.

He roared again, her tail tucking still tighter between her hind legs at the sound, but this time she was obligated to respond; to hide and pretend she was not here would be cowardice, admitting her fear of fighting him, tantamount to surrender! Ilirae forced herself to sit up and roar, able for at least a moment to vent her disgust and hatred for the big dragon in a loud, furious response, for he was one of only two in all the mountains who could consistently defeat her... and the one responsible for the way dragon fought dragoness so frequently in this mountain range.

He landed at the entrance to her cave and sat on his haunches, his tail flicking back and forth, the sun shining on his meticulously groomed, deep red scales. She had to admit he was well-formed, with broad shoulders and a deep chest, with such a richly colored hide... but that he was such a brute only made her growl more angrily. His green eyes swept over her as she rose and prowled outside, lingering on her hindquarters until she flared her wings to hide them from him. It was true that the bright blue markings tracing her sides and back emphasized, even drew attention to, the smooth curve of her hips, but even if she knew why he was here... even if they both knew what was likely to happen next... she still didn't want him to stare!

"Go away," she said through gritted teeth; she was in no mood to put up with what he wanted.

He snorted. "Now now, Ilirae... Is that any way to greet the unquestioned champion of these mountains? You should feel honored that I have chosen your cave to come to today."

"Your intentions would have to be honorable before I would be willing to welcome you, or any dragon who came here." Her claws flexed, digging into the stone of the ledge. "Instead you twist and abuse draconic customs for your own gain, you... pervert!"

"I am the strongest dragon for hundreds of miles; it is my place to do what I wish, and for all others to follow," he turned his head and preened one of his wings. "If you want to change it... all you have to do is defeat me."

His grin only made her quiver--his combination of strength and fighting guile made that seem impossible. "It doesn't make what you wish any more desirable. Now get off my territory!"

"Oh, I can make you desire it all right... Would you like me to show you?"

"I would like you to leave!" she roared again, taking a step back but knowing there was no way he would leave without getting what he had come for. The brainchild of Brolek and two of his friends, he had twisted the rules of dueling enough to come to a dragoness' territory whenever he wished, challenge her, then demand to mount her as his spoils of victory! Following his example, nearly every male in the mountain range now behaved the same way, and while her strength and speed protected her from most of them, other, weaker dragonesses were not so lucky... and nothing could be done to make the near-daily stream of dueling end.

Brolek stood, snorting and stretching his wings. "Well then... Make me, if you can! But you know what I get if I win..."

There was nothing else to be done, so with a roar of fury she lunged towards him. He was airborne in a flash, up off the ground just enough to bear down on her with his weight! But flinging herself sideways she managed to squirm free, whipping her tail at his snout to drive him back and give her the opportunity to leap into the sky as well. Him smirking and her glaring, they ascended in a rapid spiral, nearly even before his strength began to tell and he pulled ahead, forcing her to fly awkwardly, both gaining height and keeping her head turned up and to the side to watch him... But that only slowed her further, and before his advantage could grow too large for her reach him she banked and swooped towards him, claws outstretched, jaws snapping. He turned to meet her, gaining a bit of speed and aiming for the center of her back, easy enough to see coming--she snarled, she might have him this time! Executing a neat whip and roll, she ducked and shot around to grab as he flew past...

But he wasn't there, and she gasped in shock as he slammed into her from above and behind, jaws locking around her neck, his forelegs holding her tight against him. She roared and thrashed and tried to break free from his grip, but his jaws tightened and she knew it was over. "Yield," he growled, his breath hot against her scales, and after a moment she whimpered and went limp.

"I yield."

"Good girl," he rumbled, releasing her and beginning to descend back towards her cave. "Let's go inside, shall we?"

Ilirae whimpered again, her tail tucking back in against her rump, wanting to shake her head, to roar, to flee, to dive on him and dig her fangs into his throat... But there was nothing to be done; he had defeated her, and it was his right to take what he chose from her. If only he wanted anything other than what was under her tail!

There was a deep knot of anxiety in her belly by the time she'd landed, and the sight, the thick, musky scent of Brolek only made it worse... A wordless whine escaped her throat as he nudged her inside--no, she hated this, but she could not seem so weak and afraid! Steeling herself, she walked inside with a growl, her tail still firmly lowered... until he gave the tip of it a firm nip, making her squeak in surprise. "Don't hide yourself now... You know I'm going to be having my way with you, so why be so shy? Go on... show off for me."

She lashed her tail against his nose. "Winning a fight means that you get to... mount me..." She shuddered; saying it made her think of how it would feel when he took her, when his big hard cock thrust deep inside her and... "It doesn't mean I'm going to act like I want it."

He huffed, almost pouting for a moment. "Perhaps not. But I can't claim you with your tail down so low... So lift it up nice and high for me."

Another brief shudder ran through her, but she obeyed, raising her tail high... flushing hot in humiliation as she watched his gaze focus so intently on her sex. His scent grew stronger, heavier as he approached, his arousal building, and she let out a little growl as he extended his snout and lewdly sniffed her entrance... turning to a moan as he gently nuzzled her there... kissed her there! Her tail twitched and she moaned again at the light stimulation of it, blushed when she heard him chuckling but forced to stand there and endure as he nuzzled, as he... licked... for a little while, then she squealed softly and trembled when his tongue probed at the flesh hiding her clit! She glared at him, but he just flicked his tail in amusement--her eyes drawn to the motion, only turning her attention to his cock, now fully hard and ready to shove rudely into her... Another firm lick against that most horribly sensitive part of her made her squirm, a rush of heat racing through her at the pleasure she wished she could stop.

Brolek sniffed again, then lifted his head away. "Mmmmh... I think we're ready for one another now, don't you?"

"Just get it over with," she groaned, able to recover a bit of her poise now that his touch had gone away... for the moment, at least... Oh how she wished she could spin around and claw that smug look off his face!

His smirk only grew, but he obliged her without saying anything more. He took a couple steps closer, his chest brushing against the underside of her tail as he reared... pushed it to the side... then brought the weight of his forequarters down on her. She swayed a little but mostly managed to hold still, bearing his weight, tail lifted and legs spread; then she felt the tip of his shaft prodding at her flank, rubbing against her soft underbelly... and finally finding her entrance and slipping inside. He groaned in pleasure, she in embarrassment as he thrust in, pushing in deep until his hips met hers, panting in arousal, letting them both grow used to how it felt for him to spread her, to stuff her full... She squirmed a little at the sensation of it, her claws clenching when he began to thrust, that big thick cock pulling a little ways out, then sliding smoothly back in to its base, the friction making pleasure and heated excitement that she wanted no part of race up and down her spine.

"Nnnnh yes... Goooood girl..." He groaned as he rocked his hips, but his touch did not remain gentle for long. His forepaws reached down, grasping her wrists and yanking them back, forcing her chest all the way to the ground; her claws flexed again in his grip, but pinned beneath his weight, speared on his shaft, there was nowhere for her to go. She grunted and squirmed as his thrusts grew harder, one foreleg wrapping around her hips to hold her against him while the other pressed down firmly between her wings, keeping her pressed to the ground despite letting go of her paws. She writhed more strongly when his teeth bit gently into the base of her neck, completing his hold on her, and she could only pant and buck and squirm as he humped her harder, faster, rougher... Finding herself having to resist the building pleasure as his pace increased, simultaneously wishing she could escape it and wishing it wouldn't feel so humiliating to truly enjoy it!

She grunted as she felt him growing still rougher with her, his thrusts coming hard and fast, his breaths rapid in lust and pleasure, all his muscles getting tense and tight against her as he neared his peak, as finally this ordeal would be over... as she tried not to let him get her anywhere near her own--

"Aaaaahn!" she howled as a sudden bolt of pleasure raced through her, as intense as an electric shock; teeth baring, she bucked and thrashed and dug her claws into the ground in resistance, but the powerful feeling only hit her again, making her insides clench around him: his forepaw had reached back and was rubbing on her clit! She writhed and moaned and wanted to pull away, but was still trapped in place by his relentless grip, by his cock deep inside her... by the way the incredible pleasure drained the strength from her limbs. She wanted to resist, to make it stop somehow, but was powerless beneath him, only able to pant and groan and shudder as his paw and his shaft forced her to her climax, a rush of ecstasy far too powerful for her to control washing over her, her insides clamping down over and over as her body urged him to give her his seed.

It was only a few more moments before she felt it, his cock throbbing and pulsing, his thrusts stiff and firm as he released himself, the orgasm he'd given her making her far more satisfied and receptive to the sensation of him filling her than she ever wanted to be.

"Nnnnnng! Mmmmh, there..." he panted, his hold on her loosening, his presence in her withdrawing, then finally he dismounted and let go and nuzzled her side. "Was that really so bad?"

She moaned at him, gasping for breath after the intense climax, finding it hard to focus through the fuzzy pleased warmth clouding her thoughts, the far-too-satisfying weariness in her limbs... "Just... Go..." she managed to growl, lowering her tail to hide her used sex at last and struggling to her feet.

"Are you sure? Perhaps we could rest together a bit..." he huffed.

"Go!" she managed to roar, trying to hide the little shudders wracking her body.

Brolek seemed surprised by her ferocity, and thankfully he left just before she collapsed into an exhausted, humiliated stupor.

---

The shame of the experience still lingered when Ilirae awoke. It still burned in her after she hunted and ate, after she bathed in a nearby river... It made her growl and grind her teeth together, it made her tear her claws into an old rotted tree, it made her roar at the sky in frustration.

She'd had enough.

But what could be done? That was the question that had stymied her, and surely stymied every dragoness in these mountains who hated what Brolek and the other males did to them. To leave her territory was out of the question, and she had tried so many times to convince the few dragons stronger than her to leave her alone, to no avail. There was nothing she could do--

Nothing she could do by herself. If there was one dragoness who hated this even more than her, it was the strongest, proudest, most dominant dragoness in the mountains: her friend Hrathana. So she flew to the cave of the muscular sun-yellow dragoness, roaring a friendly greeting while a good distance away, so she would know it was a dragoness coming, not a dragon to fight... Soon Hrathana rose to greet her, calling back happily, and together they descended onto the sun-warmed slopes of her mountain.

"I don't have to ask what brings you here," she rumbled, nosing Ilirae gently. "He always visits you the day after he visits me... Did he hurt you?"

"No," she sighed, and leaned gratefully against the larger dragoness. "Just... did what he always does..."

"I understand," she nuzzled, one forepaw reaching down to give her hips and thighs a surprisingly tender massage. "I hate it too... I have every other dragon too scared to fight me, everyone but him... and I know how it feels to have to submit like that."

She trembled a little, but relaxed, enjoying that kneading of her sore muscles. "Mmh..." she stretched a little, then tried to change the subject, at least a bit. "All except him, now? I know you used to have a lot of them coming to you to prove themselves, and you clawed them up pretty good... But how did you get Fadin and Orlin to stop? They've always want to show they're second only to Brolek."

Hrathana grinned wide. "I turned the tables on them, of course. You know how Prosta likes that... kinky stuff? Well I was talking to her once, and she came up with an idea--one that she wasn't strong enough to put to use very well of course, but for a big tough dragoness like me... Here, I'll show you. Stay right there!" She disappeared into her cave for a minute or two, then came back out with a little harness rigged around her hindquarters... and a thick ribbed dildo hanging from it, right where a cock would be if she was a horny male.

"Oh..." And after a moment she began to grin as well, unable to contain a giggle. "Oh my! So if a male challenges you, and you win..."

"Then I pound his ass with this strap-on for a little while," she rocked her hips, making the toy bob underneath her. "Oh, if only you could have seen Orlin's face when I put this on... And how well he could walk when I was done with him!" She shook her head, a few tears forming she was laughing so hard!

The two girls laughed together for a bit, but it only made Ilirae sigh and scratch at the stone beneath her with a single claw. "I don't want to... turn the tables on them like that, I just want them to stop. All of them... leaving all of us alone."

"I know." She nodded agreement and took the harness off, putting it aside. "But what's to be done? None of us can defeat Brolek in a duel, and all the others follow his lead."

"And even if one of us defeated him, he... and all the others... would only go after the weaker dragonesses more."

"I wish I could just hold him down and beat some sense into him... It's absurd that they do this to us. Despicable. But even if I did he'd just hit me more the next time we fought, rough me up more in the duel, fuck me harder when he won..."

Ilirae shook her head. "We've been over this so many times before. There's nothing the two of us can do."

"Perhaps. But... you've heard, from Loratos, how all the males organize whenever something big comes up that must be dealt with..."

"Why can't more dragons be like Loratos?" she swished her tail. "He's honorable, he isn't always trying to get under a dragoness' tail... he's strong too, just doesn't assert himself and take charge of everyone like Brolek does. Why can't all the other guys be like him?"

"Sweetie, if all the males were as gay as Loratos, we wouldn't have a species." Hrathana nipped her nose, chuckling.

"True..."

"But that's not the point." She looked up at the sky, glanced at the sun: afternoon, a bit too late for what she had in mind to be accomplished today. "The point is, if they band together sometimes, why don't we? Fly southeast, spread the word only to the girls: for every dragoness in these mountains who wants to put a stop to this to meet at your cave an hour after sunrise tomorrow."

The black dragoness tilted her head. "My cave? It's your idea, you're the stronger of us..."

"And your cave is larger and more centrally located. I'll take the north, and the western arm; can you handle the rest? We still have a few hours of daylight to fly in." She bundled up her strap-on and tossed it back into her cave, flapping her wings experimentally. "If all of us think together about something we can all do together, I'm sure we can come up with a way to make Brolek and Fadin and Orlin and all the other males stop terrorizing us."

She thought about it a moment, then nodded agreement. "Perhaps we can... All right. Tomorrow morning, my cave. I'll tell every dragoness I see to spread the word!"

"And I'll do the same! See you then, dear."

The two dragonesses flew off in opposite directions.

---

The girls began to arrive at Ilirae's cave shortly after dawn. Some came alone, some in groups of two or three, but more and more of them came, greeting Ilirae and Hrathana and gradually forming into a circle around them. Though she didn't know precisely how many dragonesses lived in the mountain range, she took a brief count, and it certainly seemed like most of them! Upwards of thirty had come, and when the time of the meeting arrived Hrathana raised her wings, and silence fell.

"Welcome to all of you, and thank you for coming. Now I think you all know why we are here: to figure out how to make Brolek and the other dragons stop demanding to duel us and make us lift our tails for them. I for one have had enough of it, and I'm sure so have the rest of you!" There were growls and cries of agreement, but of course a smaller, white dragoness asked the question:

"But how do we make them stop?"

"That's why we asked you all to come," Ilirae said, "so we can figure that out. Now, I think we can all agree that leaving is out of the question..."

Hrathana snorted derisively at that, and all the others quickly tilted their heads in assent.

"But one dragoness defeating Brolek one time will not make all of them leave all of us alone. So I ask all of you: are there any ideas any of you have, that you think might put a stop to this?"

After a few moments of silence, one dragoness said, "perhaps if we were to come up with a consequence for losing that they would not want to agree to? Having to give up their treasure, or their territory, or to agree not to duel anymore?"

"That would only up the stakes, I think," Hrathana said after a moment, pawing at the floor. "Then a dragon might say that instead of just wanting to mount you, he wants to live in your cave and have you hunt for him and lift your tail for him for two days, or three, or a week, or however long he thinks is equal to a part of his hoard or his territory."

"What if we... were just never alone for them to challenge to duel?" piped up another. "If we were always visiting friends, or going on flights in little groups, or..."

Ilirae stopped her before Hrathana could reject her more rudely. "No... That would be avoiding, it would be cowardly, and either way they would see through it before too long. Even if everyone went along with it, it wouldn't work."

There was silence for a minute or two as all the dragonesses thought, before one of them burst out, "well it's easy for you to say something won't work, when you only have to worry about a few! You're strong enough to stop the rest, so it's not so bad for you if you don't think any of it will work, but the rest of us have to do something!"

Hrathana roared at the dragoness who'd spoken up, her tail lashing. "You think it's easy for me? Do you think I don't mind Brolek pinning me down and fucking me whenever he wants? I hate it, I hate hearing his roar, I hate that I can't make him stop!"

"But you only have to worry about him! Any dragon might come to me and thrash me and take me, and if you think just losing to one dragon is bad, try being claimed by a different dragon every day! It's unbearable!"

"We know," Ilirae tried to soothe them both. "We cannot stand it, and we know it has to stop, and we're not going to end this meeting without a plan. There's no need to roar at each other..."

"We should be angry at Brolek and the other males, not each other!" another dragoness agreed. "In fact, why don't we just all fly to his cave and hold him down and beat him until he agrees to stop?"

"While I agree that Brolek is key, and that all the other males defer to him... That would not work either," she shook her head. "It would only make him more determined, wouldn't it? To defeat and mount every dragoness responsible. And besides, even if we hate him, he's still a dragon, and would pain make any of us submit? He would never relent, and eventually all the other dragons would come find him and free him. At best a few of us would get some rough duels, and at worst it would start a war between them and us."

"Catch him, and catch the twins too, Fadin and Orlin. They wouldn't have a leader with all three missing."

"But they still wouldn't give in. You know me; would I stop doing something just because you beat me up?" Hrathana flared her wings out.

"...no," the other dragoness said.

"Neither would they, nor most of us. A dragon does not fear pain."

After a few moments of silence the dragoness next to the one who'd lost her temper spoke up: Prosta, a sleek little dragoness whose scales were mottled green and brown. "I think I have an idea. And... please hear it out. It might sound... strange, but I think it will work."

Though some of the group looked skeptical, Hrathana nodded for her to continue.

"Now... some of you know that I have... unusual tastes," she blushed. "But I'm not alone in those tastes, and according to those who are more practiced in it than myself, the most difficult torture to put someone through isn't pain, it's pleasure."

Only Hrathana seemed willing to hear more at this point, and one other dragoness began to speak up in dismissal, but when the big yellow dragoness snapped at her nose she, and the rest, fell silent to let Prosta continue.

"We all agree, as well, that Brolek would never give in from being bitten or clawed or beaten. But having the will to resist the torture of pleasure is entirely different, and not something I think he would be able to handle nearly as well--"

Here even Hrathana had to cut her off, just for an explanation. "What exactly do you mean by torturing with pleasure? Pleasure feels good--how is it torture?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, I should have explained. To torture someone with pleasure is to, well... to pleasure them," her blush intensified. "To do so very slowly, for a long period of time, and very carefully as well: the point is to tease him slowly up to the edge of... of orgasm, but then not give it to him. Imagine, if you can, how it would feel if you were--were willingly, were willingly mating with a male, and if he finished before you, or stopped all of a sudden when you were about to climax..."

"'Imagine' nothing," one dragoness snorted. "Dragons never seem to last long enough for me even when I want them inside me; I know exactly what you're talking about."

"Well, apparently for most males it feels even worse than what you might have experienced. Especially when you do it over and over, and they get so pent up and desperate... We don't have seed to release after all, like they do!"

A dragoness pawed at the ground and thumped her tail on the ground. "Even if that was true, even if it would somehow work... How? He wouldn't just let you, or any other dragoness, do that to him!"

"So don't wait for him to let you! Capture him, tie him down, and keep teasing him and not letting him cum until he gives in. And Fadin and Orlin too, I suppose."

A few more objections came in.

"And how do we capture him? What do we bind him with?"

"Who exactly would want to touch any of them down there, after what they've done to us?"

"It might take days before he gave in, and who would want to listen to him if they found out?"

Prosta whined and ducked her head. "I didn't say it was perfect..."

"But it might work. And that makes it the best idea we have so far," Ilirae said.

"After all he's done, and what others have done because he did it, I don't mind ganging up on him and the twins in order to get them captured. I'm angry enough to do... a lot of things, really." Hrathana lashed her tail and glanced at Ilirae, who took her meaning after a moment, hiding a smirk. That would be something to see!

"And if a few of you chip in with a bit of your treasure, I can get enough bondage gear to keep all three of them helpless," Prosta added.

Ilirae thought for a little while. "I'm... willing to do the teasing, or help with it. But with three dragons to deal with, we'll need more than just one or two dragons. Would anyone like to assist us?"

There was a short pause, but after a moment three dragonesses stepped forward. Including-- "Silira? But I thought you..." she trailed off.

"Yes, I don't like guys. But I figure teasing isn't just being gentle with a cock, is it? Might make things more... difficult for them if they got to watch the dragonesses tormenting them enjoy themselves with each other. That is... if you would be okay with that..." she looked away.

She had to think about it: while not truly attracted to dragonesses, she was aware of how a tongue or paw or tail could feel, and could imagine... grinding... using toys... And doing so with a dragoness who was attracted to her, even if it wasn't mutual? It made her blush, but considering how kinky the cave was going to be already... "I would be all right with it, I think." Hrathana and Prosta both nodded agreement almost eagerly, and while the other two volunteers seemed more hesitant they said they'd be okay with it as well.

"But we'll need more than just that. All of us are going to be... occupied... most of the time, so if anyone wants to help but doesn't want to do any of that teasing stuff, we're going to need dragons to hunt for us and the boys, we're probably going to need guards or lookouts or sentries or whatever you'd prefer to call them..."

More dragonesses stepped forward to help with that, and over the course of the morning the plan took shape. The more the details were hammered out the more plausible it sounded, and eventually all but the most contrary of the girls were willing to support it. Thus the meeting ended with many of the dragonesses feeling hopeful, and once Prosta managed to get all the gear they would need, they would be ready to put their plan into action.

---

Wings on the air again.

Ilirae grew tense, and for once crept to the entrance of her cave to look: Brolek had defeated Hrathana again yesterday, so this had to be him coming to take his turn with her now... And peering outside she saw his wide red wings. She paused for a moment or two, trying to focus on the act she was going to put on--the act she'd practiced for over a week!--scurrying over to her small hoard to make sure the bondage gear was well hidden, so it wouldn't seem like a trap... After making sure all was ready she stepped out onto the broad entrance ledge to her cave and roared: not the furious challenge she usually gave him, a calmer, shorter, happier greeting, as if he was a friend on the approach.

After a moment his reply came, hesitant but similarly friendly, and she stepped back to give him room on her ledge to land. "Welcome, Brolek," she dipped her head to him, her tail not tucked in like it usually was around him but swishing freely, happily.

"And hello to you, Ilirae!" He landed gracefully for his size, sniffing the air about her, seeming a little wary but not overly concerned--she had never managed to defeat him after all! "You seem happy today."

"Oh, I am! Because you came to me, handsome one."

If he was suspicious, he didn't show it, instead sitting up preening at the compliment, letting out a deep purr. "Why thank you! You look quite beautiful yourself, you know, I have always been infatuated by your markings. Though I usually don't get such a reception from you... Is there something on your mind?"

"I have been thinking," she began, looking away and blushing a bit, determined to play the part correctly. "For some time, really... Surely you have noticed that I have... enjoyed... losing to you, the last few times you stopped by." A hearty nod showed that he had indeed as she continued, "so I thought... why go through all the unpleasantness of an argument, and a fight, when we could just enjoy each others' company? Because there is at least one part that we both seem to like..."

The big dragon did not seem to object to this change of heart one bit. "Well," he huffed, "considering how hard certain other dragonesses fight me, I think I may appreciate this change of pace! Besides... it's certainly more fun when both sides are willing to admit they're having a good time, don't you think?"

"Oh yes, I do," she looked up at him, eyes half-lidded. "Why don't you come inside with me?" Turning, she sauntered back into her cave, her hips swaying back and forth, her tail lifted just a little, giving him a teasing glimpse beneath!

It worked as well as she could have hoped. He seemed unable to even blink, only admiring her shapely rear, the way it slowly rocked as she walked away...

She had to stop and taunt him. "Well...? You do want this, don't you big boy?" Her tail lifted a bit higher only to fall again, cutting off his view entirely.

"Of course!" He shook himself all over and prowled on after her, his shaft beginning to emerge already! When he was close enough her tailtip snuck between his legs to tickle at it gently, to coax it farther out, and get him good and hard for her... "Mmmh," he rumbled in enjoyment at that, stumbling a little, seeming even more eager than she'd expected. He tried to grip her rear with his forepaws, but she slithered out of his grasp, her tail pulling away from his shaft as she turned and tossed her head, smirking at him.

"Ah ah... Every time before, you've pinned me down, you've mounted me, you've gone at your pace... Isn't it time I got a turn?" He began to object, but before he could she sidled up beside him, dipped her head and suckled gently on the head of his shaft.

"Nnnnngh..." he shuddered and thrust gently. "Well... When you put it that way..."

"Roll over, then," she purred, licking her lips and looking up at him again; he obeyed instantly!

"Good boy," she murmured, a taunting echo of all the times she'd taken him, but she doubted he'd think of that! Especially not when she sat by his hindquarters and parted her maw over his cock again, this time taking it fully between her jaws and rubbing her tongue along its underside.

"Nnnh! Yesssssss... more..." One of his hind paws kicked, and he reached for her head to try to hold her there--

"Now what did I say about going at my pace?" she huffed complaint, sitting up and pulling her head out of reach, making him whine a little bit. "I don't think you can hold still for me on your own, can you?"

He pouted at her, seeming oddly cute for a moment. "I can..."

"I don't think so," she stood up. "But don't worry... I know what to do!" She leapt over to her hoard and made a show of digging through the little pile, eventually dragging out a few bits of leather and metal and carrying them back to him. "These will keep you still for me."

Horny as he was, he sat up and growled at her. "You think I'll just let you tie me down--!"

"I think," she sucked on him again, making him groan, "that you'll do whatever I ask, because you know that it will feel amazing if you let me go at my pace..."

"Mmmmh..." He squirmed, but finally lay back, relenting. "Oh all right..."

She purred. "Be still now..." Teasing his shaft slowly with her tailtip all the while, she took a metal collar with two attached cuffs and secured it around the base of his neck, guiding his forepaws gently into the cuffs and shutting them securely, so they wouldn't budge more than a few inches from his neck. Over his snout went a simple leather muzzle to keep his jaws bound shut, muffling his low groans of desire, and between his hind paws went a long, stout spreader bar, his ankles cuffed to either end and his tail secured to a strap in its center so it couldn't curl around very far. He grunted and blushed, hips rocking, and he glanced between her and his hard shaft... "There," she finally purred, stroking the lines of his chest and belly with her forepaws. "This should work..."

"Nnnngh...! So... go on then... ride me!" he panted, twisting back and forth.

"All in good time, you sexy dragon..." She grinned; now that he was tied she didn't have to keep up the act, but part of the tease would of course be not knowing it was coming! "I want to go at my pace, and my pace is nice and slow..." she settled down, lying atop his tail and the spreader bar to keep his tail and hind legs pinned down, giving his shaft a firm lick. That settled him down easily enough, and soon he was only moaning softly in enjoyment, his cock throbbing against her tongue as she teased him. True to her word she kept the pace slow, licking gently up the underside of his shaft, letting her tongue curl around it just beneath its head, taking just the tip into her maw and sucking for only a moment before licking away the little stream of slick fluid she'd coaxed out...

Brolek shuddered beneath her from the treatment, panting hard through his nostrils, watching her, his foreclaws flexing and straining against the cuffs a little whenever she slowed down, and his hips rocked against her all the while, making the tip of his cock bob if she wasn't touching it... "Nnnh! Ilirae... Ngh, more..."

She smiled sweetly at him. "You want more, do you?"

"Yes!" He writhed, gritting his teeth. "Please... more!"

"Oh, all right... But only because you asked nicely." She gave his muscular butt a little pat, then took his cock into her maw and began to slowly bob her head along it, alternately giving little sucks and gentle licks; while admittedly she didn't have much experience, she'd done this before, and either way he seemed to be enjoying it immensely! Tasting another little squirt of fluid made her moan, and she slowed her pace a bit at the warning, drawing another whine from him--though he didn't complain, at least not yet!

Before too much longer she could feel him trembling beneath her from the tension, his breaths coming as short blasts of air as he groaned and humped against her maw, his thick legs flexing back and forth in his bonds... "More... please Ilirae! More!"

She purred at him, and for a few moments at least she listened! She began to suckle much more firmly, her tongue running up and down his length, making him moan and shudder all over in pleasure! She worried, as his attempts to thrust grew stronger, about just how close to get him and how she would know to stop, but unwittingly he told her just what she needed: "ngh! Ilirae, I'm... nnh, I'm going to...!"

And as soon as he said it, she lifted her head away, standing up to put all her weight on him and pin him down firmly, the gear helping her keep him under control as he howled and thrashed. "No... no you're not," she growled.

"Nnngh! What are you doing?" he pleaded muffledly, struggling beneath her, humping the air. "Keep going!"

"No," Ilirae said again, letting her demeanor change, growling at him and glaring. "I'm not going to keep going, and you are not going to get an orgasm... or freedom... until you agree to make some changes."

"Nnnnngh..." he bared his teeth behind the muzzle and snarled, his mind slowed by his incredible arousal. "This was..."

"It was a trick, yes. The dragonesses you and your friends have tormented have had enough of your games. Now you are my captive, and you will stay here, teased and denied just like this over and over again, until you agree to put an end to dueling to get under a dragoness' tail."

"Rrrrgh... you can't! I won't! And as soon as Fadin and Orlin can't find me--"

"Oh, they'll find you!" she had no trouble talking over him with the muzzle keeping him quiet. "As soon as the dragonesses we've sent to capture them fly them over here."

His eyes went wide. "No... you can't! Let me go!"

She shook her head, giving his still-hard cock a firm squeeze with her paw to remind him of the situation, making him groan and shudder in helpless arousal. "If you want your freedom... If you want to cum... All you have to do is submit."

"No!" Brolek glared, struggling, but he could only thrash and groan beneath her.