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Mallak banked and wheeled around, glancing at the caravan of men on horseback and covered wagons down below to check his position. At this altitude the men might see a shadow and think him a bird, if they even noticed him at all--his light blue scales could make him nearly invisible from below on bright clear days like today--and he checked once more, to make sure they hadn't picked up their pace.

Just half a mile now until they made it out of the sparse tree cover and out onto open land. He couldn't see if Frank and Eli were in position, or if Brian had the others ready to move, but trusted they were ready and turned his attention to the air around him. There wasn't a cloud in the sky to obstruct the sun or his vision, and he could see a couple of birds a few thousand feet below, along with a crow right above tree level flapping away from the thunderous passage of the caravan. But there were no other dragons in sight: the men below were unprotected, and once they left the tree cover, they would be easy prey for him and the rest of his bandit team.

He took one last scan of the horizon, then the lead horse ventured out onto the plain, followed by the three covered wagons and the horsemen flanking them, one more rider bringing up the rear: eleven men, to the six of his band, but with no dragon and, according to Frank, not a single high-velocity rifle between them, his presence tilted the scales well in their favor. Amazing that what Eli had scouted as a substantial haul had so little protecting it! He took one more steadying flap, then tucked his wings and tilted into a dive, passing far ahead of the caravan before leaning into a hard sweeping turn, wings snapping open to catch himself as he neared the ground, flapped again and shot towards the lead horse nearly as fast as he could go.

Now the men saw him, were already shouting, pointing, reaching for pistols and trying to turn South at the same time, but they just didn't have the time to react. They barely had their guns drawn before he was on them, roaring at the top of his lungs and flaring his wings wide. The horses reared and bucked and tried to shy away, spoiling any attempts the mounted men made to fire on him, and the spray of dust he kicked up made those in the carts wipe their eyes just to be able to see again. The second and third carts were partially protected by the bulk of the first from the wind and sand and even his roar, and as he plowed into the lead horseman they had already begun to turn back towards the trees--only to find Brian leading three other bandits towards them on horses of their own!

The lead horse was big, two thirds his own size, but Mallak still made short work of the first man. But his next target had given his terrified mount her head and she was bolting off across the plain; he didn't have time to chase him, and with another roar landed, twisted, and lunged right at the driver of the first cart. A frantic pistol-shot ricocheted off his thick chest scales, then he was on him, snarling and raking him mortally with his claws. A bite finished him off, and after dispatching another horseman he glanced at the man who'd slipped away...

Crack. A bullet from Frank's rifle made sure he fled no farther, and he toppled from his horse.

The remainder had pulled the two other carts into a barricade, and Brian couldn't risk leading his team around one side or the other, not without exposing themselves to too many shots. But Mallak had no need to fear their little pistols, and his position at the former head of the caravan put him on the other side of their cover. He bounded around the first cart and was upon them in a flash, snarling, ripping his claws and teeth into them, letting Brian's group pick off any who fled from his wrath, and just like that, it was over.

"Rrrrrrr--!" He savaged the final man, then let him fall to the ground. "That's the last of them! Everyone okay?"

Brian guided his horse around the cart. "Looks like Jon took a graze, but nothing else. Not even the horses were hurt."

Another gunshot sounded, but it was only Eli, putting down a horse from the caravan whose leg had been broken by Mallak's charge. "Check the cargo."

Eli helped Jon wrap his graze while Brian and the other two men he'd led clambered into the carts, opening and rummaging through the crates and sacks within. "Looks like what you scouted! Wine in here, lots of it."

"Ammo in this one. Pistols too, but not worth using over what we've got. Not unless you have a soft spot for Model 2s, anyway."

The sound of shifting coins came so loudly from the cart Brian had left into that even Mallak looked away from the horizon for a moment, catching a whiff of some newly pressed metals... "Forget all that, look at all this cash!"

All the men hurried over to stare into the cart, and Mallak dipped his head to peer at the rolls of coins, thick folds of bills-- Movement caught his eye, coming from the West: Frank, returning from where he'd been sniping from, a rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Is it the haul we want?"

Eli nodded. "The drinks, the late-model guns... and a wagon full of cash."

A corner of the man's mouth twitched upward, for just a moment. "Forget the pistols, they're worthless. Everyone take a bottle or two, then unload the money, break down the carts, and bury what we'll be leaving."

Mallak and Frank got first pick from the wine cart; the blue dragon took a red and white, while Frank selected the two oldest reds he could find. Eli went next, then Brian, then the twins Neil and Sam, and Jon last, then they got to work: Mallak and the twins dug a couple of holes, one for the bodies of the men, the other for the guns and the alcohol they were leaving, while Eli, Brian and Jon took the carts apart, looking for any valuables they'd missed, or hidden compartments. Frank retrieved his and Eli's horses from farther back in the woods, and by the time he returned, the operation was done, only three dead horses and a lot of blood, the remains of the carts, and some freshly dug earth as evidence of the murder and robbery. The surviving horses were stripped of tack and sent running off to the North, then the men mounted, and Mallak stretched his wings.

"Back to Rail Point?" Jon turned his horse East.

"For the last time, city slicker," Mallak growled. "Never go straight back to where your loot came from."

Eli nodded, briefly. "The kid's right, though. We can afford to relax for a few weeks now, and life is a bit smoother by the river. Just... not there."

"I don' care, as long as we end up goin' somewhere big enough for some pretty girls," Neil said.

"You'll have to follow the railroad for that, and it doesn't go past the point, not yet anyway..."

Sam shook his head. "Go the next stop down, then. Sandy Hill's not as big as it used to be, since the road got extended, but..."

"Sandy Hill has a dragon now." Frank looked over to Mallak. "You think you can behave yourself for a little while?"

Mallak snorted, but knew what the human meant: all the big companies, big caravans, even the more notorious gangs of bandits like theirs hired dragons for their muscle. The companies and caravans wanted protection from thieves, the bandits wanted to be able to loot the biggest targets, and the demand for their services made the business extremely lucrative; but the dragons residing in towns were more of a mixed bag. Some were just residents, some hired protectors, but on the whole they tended to be gentler, less ambitious than rovers like himself. So he could probably take the dragon if there was trouble... but it would be better to behave, and avoid attracting too much attention: if he was recognized and arrested, his band of humans would be vulnerable to arrest, not to mention much less capable of fending for themselves! "I won't bother him if he doesn't bother me," he finally said, dipping his head.

"Then we'll go. It's about two days' ride from here, so let's get moving."

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Sandy Hill was smaller than Mallak remembered. It wasn't the buildings, or the dust that blew down the street when he landed, though both appeared more worn than they'd been the last time he'd been here; it was the lack of people. When the railroad had ended here, it had been a bustling trade town, but now that the road went twenty miles further, and Rail Point had been founded, the town had turned sleepy and quiet. That wasn't to say it had died: they had two saloons to choose from, one of which housed a bordello where Neil could find those pretty girls he wanted, and most of the residents were still here. It was just the traders, the drivers, and the gunslingers who were, mostly, missing, and the town was much more empty without them.

Once his wings were folded, the band closed in around him for a slow trot into the town proper. Though no horse could be entirely trained out of its fear of dragons, these were used to him enough not to do more than stamp and whicker nervously in his presence, and likely wouldn't bolt unless he roared or attacked one of them; but so long as none of them stepped on his tail, which he made sure to tuck in close as they entered town, they were in no danger from him.

The resident dragon--a female--was impossible to miss. She watched them come down to road from a perch atop the tallest building in town, sitting entirely motionless except for her snout, slowly turning to observe as they came closer, closer... then stopped at the corner where the saloon was located, dismounting and hitching their horses to the available posts; it was early afternoon, too far from lunch and from dinner to be crowded. The men looked over their pistols and their valuables, either donning or pocketing what was necessary for safekeeping, while he looked up at the dragoness. She looked well-formed, strong and healthy, her yellow-and-black striped scales striking against the clear blue sky behind her. Something hanging from the base of her neck reflected the sun's light at him, but it was too bright, the angle too perfect for him to see what it was, and a nudge from Sam brought his attention back to the front step. With Eli and Brian holding the spring-hinged double doors open for him, he walked into the saloon.

The man behind the counter smiled broadly at the sight of a dragon, putting down the glass he was wiping. "Good afternoon, pal! What can I do f' you?"

"Whiskey," he said, not even glancing at the labels behind the barkeep, and after nodding to him in greeting he turned to sit at a corner table large enough for him and the six men. They all ordered drinks as well, then joined him at the table, with Frank taking the corner seat, to survey the entire room with his back to the walls. The others filled in around him, Mallak sitting closest to the room's center, so he wouldn't have the table in his way if something were to happen--though Neil went over to the piano at the other end of the room instead, sitting down, taking off his hat and plinking away for a few moments before lurching into one of the few tunes he could reliably play. A waitress came over not long after with the five beers--four, with Neil's resting by the piano--and two whiskeys they'd ordered, and Mallak reached for his special extra-large glass at once, downing it just as quickly: tasting briefly, swallowing, and squirming a little in place.

"Mmmmm. Now that's good liquor," he flicked his tail as he felt the warmth of the alcohol slipping down to his belly already. Frank nodded agreement when he put down his own, smaller glass, and once the others were done with their beers they ordered another round of drinks for the table, and Sam pulled out a deck of cards.

"Y'boys in?" Eli, Brian and Jon pulled out a few coins, but Frank shook his head as he always did, and Mallak declined as well; even if he could ignore the scents of the men as they reacted to their hands and play fairly, he couldn't imagine even the risk of losing his hard-earned money so frivolously. So the four men dealt the cards and began the game, watching each other and the rest of the saloon as they did... and having a quiet laugh at Neil's expense, when a young, casually dressed woman came downstairs and leaned on the piano, and he promptly lost track of the tune he'd been playing. By the end of their second hand, he'd already followed her back upstairs, and the band--minus Frank, who was watching the door and the windows as usual--laughed more heartily at how intent he was on her services, Mallak's tail swishing back and forth in amusement.

"Did you see how red he turned when she leaned over him?"

"You could've put scales on him and it still would've shown through!"

"How is his mind so focused on that one thing? I know womenfolk are enjoyable, but he'd spend every penny he has on whores if we didn't stop him."

"Must be making up for all the girls who said no when he didn't have money to sway them with... He's not exactly a charmer."

"'Ain't exactly a charmer'? Jon, 'is own mother couldn't love that face!"

"It has been a little while since we've been in town, though," Sam said after a little while, before folding and passing the action to Jon. "'ell, I might find a girl of my own once I've eaten somethin'."

"I hear ya. Things get tense when ya work all the time..."

They all nodded agreement. Mallak wished for a moment he could partake as well; it'd been a while since he'd had a chance to mount a dragoness, but that wasn't something for a dragon to do in town. He'd have to fly out into the wilderness looking for one willing to lift her tail, and he couldn't leave his band alone that long, not for something so selfish. Besides, the chase was half the fun with a dragoness, and just paying one--

"Mal. Did you get a good look at the 'ness, on our way in?"

Jon looked over at Frank before Mallak could respond. "That big bumblebee creature's a female? How could you even tell?"

"Little things. Y'learn to look for 'em."

Mallak nodded, glancing out the window himself for a moment. "Yeah, I saw her. Not too broad, but it wouldn't surprise me if she's pretty strong."

"Think she could be a problem?"

"She got a good enough look at us," he lowered his voice, as well as a dragon could anyway. "Either keepin' an eye on a dragon on her territory, or she's town Protector."

"Or she was checkin' you out," Brian sniggered.

"I don't think there's a dragon on Earth who has as much trouble thinkin' about his work as Neil does. Don't be ridiculous."

To his dismay, Jon kept the thread of conversation going. "Do you think many dragons stop in Sandy Hill anymore? Could be she's lonely, and after the company of a big strong dragon for a night... or a few nights..."

"Frank wouldn't have brought her up if she was just some lonely girl. She's surely Sandy Hill's Protector, and I'm going to be careful around her." He growled and thumped his tail on the floor, both to try to get them to let it go, and to shake the thought of claiming her from his own mind. It had been quite a while... "Stop trying to get me to pretend she's a whore. ...even if I might have been interested in one."

"Atta boy! See if she's into ya, if y'get a chance!"

Mallak snapped his teeth shut right in front of Brian's nose. "Enough already! Besides, someone's gotta keep watch."

"That's Frank's fav'rite job; let him keep it."

"But I'm the dragon of the--"

"Best to tread lightly until we can get a read on her," Frank said, just loudly enough to cut him off. "Hell, she could be wondering if you've got a bounty on you for all we know."

"Exactly," Mallak gestured the grizzled man's way with his nose; he did have a bounty on his head, but only a dragon was tough enough to take down a dragon... "I'm going to be careful, and if I do decide to approach her, it won't be the very first--"

Frank hissed, and uncrossed his arms. "Hssst. She's coming in."

The foursome returned to their cards--or at least pretended to--and Frank sat back in his chair, but even without Frank's warning the four-footed gait, the scent of dragon would have told Mallak she'd come inside. So he swung his head around to look, gaze moving from her deep chest--whatever bit of shine he'd seen earlier was gone--to her slim waist, well-muscled legs, long slender tail... finally to her elegant pointed snout and swept-back horns. She was looking him over as well, of course, as two unfamiliar dragons were wont to do, and when their eyes met she turned up the corner of her mouth and gave him a brief nod. He inclined his head in return, and watched long enough to know she was headed for the counter before turning back to the table.

He was glad for the excuse to look away; she looked pretty enough from the front, and a view of her shapely rump would have only tempted him further.

The men played the next couple of hands in silence. Mallak tried to eavesdrop on what the dragoness was saying to the bartender, but she spoke too softly, and it was a brief conversation anyway: likely an order, with a friendly exchange of the day's news before she went to sit. He didn't have to look himself, able to tell just from the direction of Frank's eyes that she'd gone to the other corner of the room; a little bit of tension he hadn't even noticed receded from his limbs, and with a swish of his tail and a toss of his head he watched Eli luck into a full house and take a rather spirited hand that was enough to break the players' quiet.

Brian beckoned the waitress over while Eli added his latest winnings to his pile. He ordered another beer, but before she left she turned to Mallak.

"If y'don' mind my sayin', sir, the young lady 'cross the way was hopin' to make your acquaintance."

"Oh?" He followed the woman's gesture with his snout to see the dragoness at a smaller table, facing him, and when she saw she had his attention she dipped her head and looked meaningfully at the table: two glasses sat there, one before her, one across from her.

"Yessir! The poor li'l sweetheart has been pinin' away to meet someone of her own kind. Not many dragons stop here anymore, y'see."

He glanced over at Frank, who shrugged; it certainly seemed innocent enough, and just having a drink with a dragoness wasn't going to put them in danger--even if she did want something, he could always say no, and he would be the one closer to the middle of the room if she was out for a fight... And just three drinks wasn't near enough to get him drunk. "Then perhaps I'll need to go introduce myself," he said, after a moment.

The waitress smiled, and went to get Brian's beer.

"I told you she was lookin' for company!" Brian laughed.

"Or it's a trap," he growled, but softly--more to be contrary to the human than because he believed it himself. More than likely she just wanted to know his business in town, so she could know whether he intended to cause her any trouble, and there was no harm in that. He stood up with a huff and said, "I'll be careful," then ventured across the saloon to her table.

When she saw him coming her tail swished behind her, slowly. "Well hello there," she said as he sat on his haunches across from her, snout extending across the table to sniff at his snout, his cheek. "I'm Apida, Sandy Hill's resident dragon."

He sniffed as well, letting his mind record her scent from nice and close, before drawing his head back. "I'm called Mal... I'm a mercenary," he said, slipping smoothly into the set of lies he always told when asked.

"Oh, how exciting! And what brings you to my little town? Your types are usually over at Rail Point, these days." She lifted her glass, but only sipped.

He didn't have to lie about that reason, at least. "A break, as it happens. My team's been working hard these past few months, and we're lookin' to have a week or two off. We've earned it." A sniff at his own glass told him why she was taking her own drink slowly: it reeked of alcohol, much stronger than the whiskeys he'd had earlier, and the stench was enough to make him shiver.

"Go on, have a sip," Apida giggled when she saw his reaction. "Ol' Tom distills some of his whiskey extra-strong for me, and I thought y'might like a glass."

Mallak took another couple of whiffs of the amber liquid, but aside from the stronger alcohol than he was used to, nothing seemed amiss--a dragon's senses made it difficult to spike one's drink without him noticing!--so he lifted the glass by its oversize paw-grip and took a sip. He could tell at once this drink wasn't meant to be downed quickly; strong as it was it would go right to his head if he slammed it back, but a large sip like that one seemed ideal, in taste and quantity and the way it felt as it made its way to his stomach.

"Hmm?" she tilted her head, though it seemed she could already tell he'd liked it!

"That... mmmm." He squirmed from nose to tailtip. "That's quite a brew! I might need another few glasses of this before my team moves on. How much?" He took another sip.

Apida smirked at him. "He might be convinced to sell a glass if you pay him enough... But the easiest way to get more would be for me to tell him to pour you another."

"I see." They both enjoyed a couple more mouthfuls of the strong whiskey; another girl had come down the stairs and seated herself at the piano, demonstrating much more skill than Neil, and the brisk ragtime melody filled their silence nicely.

"You and your band must be skilled, to have been so busy," she said at last.

Mallak tilted his head at her compliment--they were good... at stealing. "Well, getting work is half reputation, and half being in the right place at the right time. A lot of folks looking to hire can't afford the luxury of waitin' for the best teams to come along--or the money it takes to pay 'em. Some of our work we've earned, some of it we've been lucky. I'd like to think we've earned jobs more'n we've been lucky, but who's to say?"

"You look like the capable type to me," she purred. "I'd like to say I'm good at what I do, but staying in one place, guarding a quiet town must seem awful boring to an adventurer like you..."

Another compliment. Was she trying to lower his guard, or was she as interested in him as Brian said she was? He sipped again to compose himself, then chuckled. "Oh, I ain't gonna lie to you, there are some nights I'm bedded down in some dark cold forest wishing I had a familiar home in a town of familiar people, with a nice comfy bed to sleep on instead of a thin little blanket..."

That made her laugh. "Oh, the cozy room and the bed I sleep in nearly every night are a definite plus... But it ain't all comfy beds and familiar faces, here! Sometimes you get gunfighters dueling, sometimes there are bandits outside of town, sometimes a big tough handsome dragon drops in on you for a night..."

He nearly yelped when her tailtip tickled his belly beneath the table! For a moment he tried not to squirm, in case it was an accident... finally having enough and knocking it away when it rubbed right over his slit and did draw a little shiver from him, from such intimate contact. "What d'you think you're doing?"

Apida pouted, and her next words came much more quietly. "Are you not interested in me? I haven't... had a chance to, in such a long time... Was I too forward?"

About to roar at her, she seemed so genuinely disappointed that he checked himself. "I-- Well... Maybe... It's just, the first day in a new town, first time encountering someone... I... I guess I'm a little wary," he finished, awkwardly. He considered himself handsome, of course, but a dragoness approaching him for a romp was a new experience for him.

"Oh..." Her tail retreated, and she lifted her glass to drink another mouthful--two--perhaps hoping it would hide the blush that crept across the bridge of her nose.

He could feel his own face flushing hot as well, partly in response to her embarrassment, partly from being approached that way, perhaps even a little because of the alcohol. "I'm sorry..." he nosed at her a little once she had put down her empty glass. "I'm... not used to a dragoness being so interested I suppose..."

She sat up a little, already hopeful again. "Well... are you interested?"

Now Mallak was the one blushing! "I--" He lashed his tail, then tossed his head to compose himself once again. "It's... been a while for me, too, so... I ain't gonna pretend I'm not..."

"Why not, then?" She reached across the table to nip his nose.

He growled softly and nipped back--playfully, though, feeling more at ease already with the idea, especially at the thought of her lifting that striped tail for him... "Why not indeed." His tail thumped again on the floor, and he decided, pausing only to finish that glass of excellent whiskey. "Especially if y'don't mind showing me back to that comfortable room of yours."

She grinned and stood up at once. "I don't mind one bit. Shall we, handsome?"

Mallak hesitated, and glanced apologetically over at Frank, but the man only shrugged and touched a finger to the brim of his hat; the town seemed peaceful enough, certainly. "Let's." He stood, and followed her out into the street.

They didn't have far to go; she led him around to the back of the building she'd been perched atop when he first saw her, hooking her tail through the handle of a big, barn-like door and sliding it open to reveal a spacious sitting room. A couple chairs for human guests, a low long couch for a dragon, and a table sat on the woven rug within. After closing the door and using a simple wooden bar mechanism to lock it, she led him through to a smaller chamber, dimly lit by light streaming through the heavy drapes over the window. His eyes followed her swaying rump as she led him in and closed the bedroom door as well, and she gave his belly another teasing stroke with her tail as she slid onto her bed, beckoning for him to join her...

He couldn't help but stand at the edge of the bed and admire her for a moment. Sleek and fit, her scales nice and glossy to show her good health and grooming habits, the stripes seeming to draw attention to her sides... her belly... that wide muscular rump... She noticed his stare and growled softly, almost impatiently, her tail lifting again, tickling back and forth across his slit. "Come on, sexy... You do remember how it works, don't you?"

This time Apida's touch between his hind legs made him groan, the thought that yes, he was going to fuck this sexy dragoness before him stirring him at last. His slit began to swell as he joined her in bed, leaning in close, pressing his chest and belly up to hers, nibbling the underside of her neck. "Oh I remember all right..." He growled back, grinding against her, his shaft beginning to emerge now as the sharp hot musk of her arousal began to fill the air around them, making his nostrils flare. When she felt it pressing up against her she started to rub back against it, her tail twitching, her paws pushing and stroking at his deep chest... shivering and gasping from time to time whenever he nibbled a sensitive spot.

"Nnngh--" he shivered too, moaning softly, as one of her paws wandered down and gave his cock a squeeze. It was already fully hard, even throbbing a little, eager and sensitive from how long it had been since anyone--even himself--had given it a good firm touch! Smirking at his reaction, she gave it a couple of slow, firm strokes, letting him thrust against her paw and her belly, which he did eagerly, squirming a little against her, pressing his snout firmly against her neck and closing his eyes in pleasure. He curled his claws in delight, thrusting against her paw and ready for more... huffing a bit in complaint when she let go of his shaft, reaching for her hips with a paw--only for her to push him onto his back with a little growl, nipping at his throat now! He nipped back and growled in response, opening his mouth to complain...

But all that came out was a groan when she straddled him, his shaft slipping into her, the tightness of her sex making them both tremble and moan at the feeling. "Nnnh, yesssss..." she panted once he was fully inside her, slowly grinding against him, huffing at the feeling of him grinding back. "It's... been too long... mnh," she leaned down and nuzzled his neck, trembling against him.

Mallak nodded wordlessly, his little grinds against her growing more insistent, wanting to get some proper thrusts in but stuck beneath her weight! His forepaws slid down her sides towards her hips again, to push them up a little and get some room to hump against her, only for her to grab his wrists and yank them away, pinning them to the bed on either side of his neck! "Hey--!" he grunted, struggling a little against her grip--stronger than he expected!--only to relax again when she started to ride him, hips slowly raising and lowering, letting him slide back and forth within her, generating such wonderful friction between her slick insides and his cock... And she was still so tight around him, the effort needed just to keep him moving making him grit his teeth, but that only made it feel more incredible, and he could already feel himself getting tense, shaft aching, not going to be long before his release! She seemed equally overcome, gasping and moaning over and over again, her hips rocking nearly as fast as his own, little spasms running up and down her frame in her own ecstasy...

"Nh.. I'm...!" he grunted, closing his eyes and arching his back, he was almost there!

Click.

"Wha--?" he began, thickly, but with such pleasure racing through him it was impossible to think straight. A second click sounded from his other side, and a third... then she started to ride him even more vigorously and he could only roar as he reached his climax. His hips slammed against hers, claws clenching tight, breath coming in little bursts as he emptied himself into her, the satisfaction of his first release in such a long time wiping his mind nearly blank... She let out a softer yowl of her own as it was enough to push her over the edge as well, and he grunted as her insides tightened still further, her spasms not just visible above him but palpable all around his cock as her orgasm ripped through her. After grinding roughly on him for a few more moments she collapsed, her chest coming down against his own, so they could feel each other's heart hammer and sides heave from the exertion.

But...

It was when he tried to lift his head to nuzzle her, when he tried to raise his paws to hug her against him that he discovered: each of those clicking sounds had been a shackle closing, one around his neck, one around each of his forepaws! He grunted and pulled as hard as he could manage in his state of afterglow, but the chains were stout, and he could barely move them. "Hey-- What... what're you doing? Let me go!" he finally managed to gasp.

"Mmmmh... I'm afraid I can't do that, sweetie." She lifted her head, kissing his nose and giving him a toothy grin. "No, I can't let you go anywhere..."

"You'd better!" He snarled and thrashed, trying to lift his hind legs to kick, but they were just next to be tied: with his head and forepaws bound, it only took her moments to securely chain each of his hind paws, and the midpoint of his tail. "No! Let me out!" He pulled hard against his chains, slowly recovering his strength, but they and even the bed frame were too tough for him.

Apida nipped him firmly. "Listen, Mallak... and yes, I do know your proper name," she growled, and his blood ran cold when he realized she knew he was a criminal, that this must have been a trap, and that now she had him at her mercy... "There's a Wanted poster for you outside the sheriff's building, outside the mayor's building, and even outside the trading post. If I'd let you leave that saloon without me, you would have been arrested within the hour, and even if I let you go now knowing that, I would have them all asking why I didn't arrest you myself."

She pulled a chain out of a drawer in the nightstand, showing him the five-pointed badge hanging from it: she was a special deputy, appointed by the sheriff. "Yes, I know you're a very bad dragon, and I could have let you happen, or brought you in myself--or even turn you in now. But I wasn't lyin' back in the saloon: these past two years I haven't had nothin' under my tail that had a pulse, and sometimes I just gotta put my needs before those of the town. Hell, a few more rounds like that, and you'll have done more for me than collecting the bounty on you would have."

Mallak could scarcely believe it, twisting and tugging against the chains, grunting as he tried, and failed, to find a way out. "So you're hiding me... from everyone... to fuck me?"

"You'd better believe it," she tilted her head, rump wiggling briefly back and forth.

"Then... why tie me up...?" He thrashed, for emphasis.

She smacked him on the rump with a forepaw, making him grunt. "You really think you wouldn't leave the instant I fell asleep, if I told you that without tying you down first?" When he didn't answer right away she snorted; that was the only answer she needed. "You'll be staying right there until I'm done with you."

He shivered a little, wondering if anyone would hear if he roared for help... or if they'd care... or if they wouldn't arrest him the instant he got out of her home. "And... how long will that be...?"

"Hmmm..." She got back into bed, admiring the deep barrel of his chest, his narrower belly, the exposed slit his cock had retreated back into, stroking his torso with her paws and making him squirm a little. "A week, maybe? Just a couple rounds ain't gonna be enough, that's for sure."

That thought made him blush again: lying here on his back, immobilized, for her to use over and over again, as much as she wanted... At least it would feel good... but the thought of liking this captivity only made him blush more hotly, shivering. "Nh... but... what about my men?"

Her paw ventured into the drawer again, pulling out something different this time: some sort of leather and metal contraption. "I'll pass 'em a message to lay low until I set you free, I suppose... humans have an easier job blending in and hiding, at least."

"But... you calllmmf! Hmmf!" He started to object again, only for her to shove the bit of the bridle she'd retrieved into the back of his mouth, buckling the straps tight around his snout to stifle any further complaints. "Rrrrmmf..."

"That's enough out of you," she growled. "Be a good little fuck-toy and just enjoy how good this will feel... The better a ride you are, the sooner I'll be sated and the sooner you'll have earned your freedom."

Mallak snarled at her through his bridle, but when she leaned over him and licked between his hind legs he could only lie back and moan, jaws clamped on the bit she'd tied between them at the feeling. "Nnnnghf..." His hind paws pulled against the chains that held them spread out wide, claws curling and uncurling as she coaxed his shaft back out, slowly licking that sensitive flesh, keeping the pleasure coming steadily enough that he was too busy moaning and thrusting to even think about complaining.

This was going to be a terrible week... But oh, he thought as she straddled his spread-eagled form again, it was going to feel so good...