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The Mistress's Mount By Draconicon

It took Finrod a moment or two to realize just where he was. The light coming through the window barely managed to make it through the blindfold he was wearing, and he couldn't say anything due to the gag in his mouth. Grunts and grumbles managed to make it through, though muffled, and he shook his head a few times in frustration.

At least the dragon had his arms free enough to be able to reach up and undo the gag and blindfold. He spat the former out of his mouth and onto the bed, and he let the blindfold fall to the bed.

"Ugh, that was a long night," he muttered under his breath as he got to his feet. His ass burned lightly as he got out of bed, walking over to the full length mirror that Camesha kept at the side of her bedroom. "Let's see what the damage is today."

It wasn't as bad as he'd feared. Sometimes, the lioness got a little overzealous in her role as his mistress, pushing him and using his body harder than he was prepared for. Several times there had been claw marks down his legs or stomach or chest where she had gotten carried away, but thankfully his red and black scales were undamaged for a change. The blue light between his horns threw a bit of blue color over his scales, making it a little easier to check and make sure that he was undamaged and unmarked.

Well, not entirely unmarked, Finrod corrected as he turned around, looking at his backside. His ass cheeks were covered in dried cum, left behind by his mistress after she had finished fucking his ass into oblivion. He didn't remember her leaving so much cum on his ass cheeks last night, but then again, he'd fallen unconscious after the first few orgasms with her, and Camesha did have a bit of a habit of using him in his sleep. He couldn't help but smile a little at the thought, knowing that his lusty lover had been going at his hole for so long.

Then the smile turned down in a bit of a groan as he patted his rear again, his hole burning just a bit in reminder of how much it had been used. "Better get the cream," Finrod muttered to himself. He didn't bother getting any clothes; knowing Camesha and how she could be, he doubted that she would want him to get dressed. If he did, doubtlessly they'd be coming off within a few minutes of getting out of the bedroom anyway, so why bother?

After going to the bathroom and applying a soothing cream to his hole, the dragon walked down the hall to the living room. Camesha was obviously up and awake, considering he could hear her on the phone from halfway across the apartment. He listened closely as he walked into the living room. It almost sounded like she was ordering something.

The lioness was not on the couch for a change, but instead at the table that bordered the living room. She wasn't wearing pants, either, only a loose shirt that didn't even come down all the way to her waist. A little glance downwards showed that she either was suffering from morning wood or had been excited by her phone call, as well.

The golden lioness grinned as he approached, waving him over. "Yes, yes, that's exactly what I want to buy," she said into the phone. "What's the total cost?"

"Find something interesting in a catalog, Mistress?" Finrod asked out of curiosity.

She nodded, then turned back to the phone. "That much? Are you sure that you don't have any specials going on right now? I thought I saw something in the magazine about one," she said. As she spoke, she gestured with her free hand towards her groin, and winked at him.

Recognizing the look, Finrod rolled his eyes before going to his knees, crawling forward until he was between Camesha's legs. The shemale lioness's cock poked against his nose lightly as he got in close, and his nose was filled with the smell of her pre and musk. Just the smell was enough to get the dragon's cock twitching with arousal, and he shivered softly as she kept talking on the phone even as she wrapped her legs around his head, pulling him in closer.

Finrod opened his mouth just in time to avoid having his face mashed against the base of her cock, and instead took it into his mouth. The smooth shaft - only slightly bumpy around the head due to her feline heritage - rubbed against his tongue and the inner walls of his cheeks as it slid back towards his throat. Pre leaked along his tongue, making him taste her for a moment before the head of Camesha's cock slid into his throat.

He barely gagged before he started bobbing up and down it, sucking on his mistress as she continued her phone call. "Oh, there is a deal? I knew there'd be one," she said, rubbing the dragon's head lightly. "And the shipping? Uh huh, uh huh...hmmm, not bad."

The dragon didn't know whether she was talking about his oral skills or the shipping costs that she was being offered, and tried to focus his attention on doing a good job rather than his curiosity over what she was getting. It was hard, though, particularly when she was teasing him with little scratches between his horns, and when she shoved him down along her cock.

She did the latter surprisingly hard, jamming her cock all the way into his throat, his lips wrapped around the base of her cock and his chin resting against her balls. He gagged around the end in surprise, squirming back against her grip, but he could no more get free of her legs and hand than he could have pushed the moon into another orbit. All he could do was stay there and swallow around her cock.

"Mmm, and if...if I get it to be delivered today?" she asked, just a slight stammer to her voice but enough to tell the dragon that his mistress was enjoying the blowjob he was giving her. Finrod grinned at her a bit, as much as he could with a cock in his mouth, and pushed his lips tightly together, slowly pulling his head back as she pulled her hand back. The pressure against her cock pulled more pre out as he slid back, and the dragon couldn't hold back a little moan at the taste of her pre, wiggling his tongue back and forth under her shaft in an attempt to get a little more of it.

The lioness definitely liked that, as she bucked into his mouth a few times before going still again. "Al...alright, I think I can...I can pay that," she said, her voice starting and stopping, but surprisingly free of the excitement that Finrod knew she felt. "Here's my credit card number."

He had to stifle a chuckle as she read off the number, stopping more often than she needed as he continued to suck and bob along her cock, licking at it, tasting the musk and the pre that came off of her shaft. It was a beautiful, sexy mix of flavors, and it had his cock throbbing against his belly from being exposed to it. If he didn't have Camesha's cock in his mouth, Finrod was sure that he would have been moaning from the taste and smell alone.

Finally, the lioness put down the phone. As soon as her hands were free, she grabbed hold of his head and started dragging him up and down her cock, almost the way that a full male might use a fleshlight toy. Her grip on his head, on his horns, was tight as she pulled him up and down her cock, ramming him down to the base before yanking him back up to the tip, and though he was kind of used to it, it didn't take very long before the dragon started to feel a little dizzy from the rapid head movements he was forced through.

He never fought it, though. Camesha was his mistress, and though he liked giving her blowjobs, she was the one that was in charge, and she was free to use him as she wanted. After all, that was his purpose as her slave; he was there to ensure that all her needs were met, out of love and loyalty to her.

The lioness didn't take long after that to cum down his throat, filling his mouth with the first load before spilling the rest of it over his face. She grinned down at him as he blushed from the facial, and rubbed one string of pre into his face scales. "Heh, that's for teasing your mistress so much while she was on the phone," Camesha said. She leaned down, planting a little kiss on his nose. "And that's for being a good boy and doing what you were told, right after waking up."

"Thank you, mistress," Finrod said with a bit of a blush. She got to her feet, but he stayed where he was. "Do you think I could ask just what it was that you bought? I'm really curious."

"Don't worry about it, you'll see just what I picked out this afternoon. It's an extra thirty dollars in speed delivery fees, but I think that I want to have it in sooner rather than later," the lioness said. She grinned at him. "Now, why don't you go to my bedroom and pick out some clothes. I need some underwear and pants. No bra, though; I want to let them hang free for a little while today."

"Yes, mistress," the dragon said. For a moment, he thought about getting to his feet and walking to the bedroom, but he thought better of it. If the lioness was already in a good mood, why do anything that might spoil it?

It was a little weird to go down the hallway on all fours, not to mention slower, but he was able to keep moving at a respectable pace. He could feel the lioness's eyes on him as he moved, though, looking under his tail at his ass. It made him blush to know that she was eyeing him again, already seemingly getting in the mood, and he wasn't entirely sure if he hoped that she'd take him hard or let him have a little time to recover instead.

When he reached the bedroom again, he got to his feet. The drawers for Camesha's underwear and pants were one and the same, which always surprised him, but at least it made it easy to find what he was looking for. Khakis, no...slacks, no...jeans, that would probably work. She preferred denim most of the time anyway. And for underwear...

For a moment, he considered the panties that were in there, but then he caught sight of a special purple thong, one that she hadn't worn for a while. Maybe that would be a good one for today, he thought to himself. He knew that he liked to think of her wearing that one; it made her ass look really good - though he never really got to do anything with it, he still loved looking at it - and the front was thin enough that it made her other endowment quite pleasant to look at as well.

He decided on that, grabbing a pair of jeans as well. Throwing them over his back and hanging them on his wings, he carried them along with him towards the living room, getting back on all fours like a good dragon slave. A dragon slave...he was still getting used to that. Even though he'd agreed to it yesterday, he was pretty sure that he would take a while to get used to the idea of being Camesha's slave. Loving it or not, doing it for her or not, it was still something that contrasted weirdly with the self image he had of himself, both as a person and as a dragon.

By the time he was back in the living room, Camesha had draped herself over the top of the couch. The shirt she wore barely concealed her breasts, and her cock was already hard again, rigid and pointing up along her body. Thankfully she wasn't so turned on to be leaking yet, but considering the predatory way that she looked at him, he doubted that it would take long if she got much temptation.

When he was close enough, she reached out and snagged her jeans from the wing he carried it on. "Thank you, slave," she said, patting him on the back of his neck. He felt the collar he wore jingle, reminding him of its presence abruptly. Considering how his ass had felt this morning and how he hadn't been looking at his neck this morning, he had almost forgotten being collared yesterday. How, he didn't know, but he had.

Finrod turned to offer the thong on the other wing to his mistress, but she just chuckled. "Hey, that's not for me. I'm going commando today."

Having a bad feeling about this, Finrod looked up at her. "What is it for then, mistress?"

"Well, I did tell you yesterday that panties are the only things that you're going to be wearing other than your collar for a while, didn't I?"

She had said that, Finrod remembered, and he blushed worse at the implications, shaking his head a few times. "Then-"

"I think we can include thongs with panties," the lioness said, squirming her legs into her tight jeans. She didn't zip or button them, though, allowing her shaft to hang out. Considering their height difference at the moment, the tip was just within reach of his tongue, if the dragon wanted to reach up for them. "Go ahead, get up and put them on, slave. I think you'll look like a very good draggy slave with a thong like that."

There was only a slight thought of resisting the command, but it was squelched instantly. Just like yesterday, he cared too much for Camesha to deny her what she wanted, and more than that, he didn't want to annoy her. REALLY didn't want to annoy her, not in any way, shape, or form.

So he stood up, slowly. He grabbed the thong from his wing, running his fingers over it for a few seconds. It was smooth, smoother than silk, and very soft. The fabric was almost too thin to touch, for fear of ripping through it, yet he was going to have to wear it. The purple was very visible against his scales, whether it was pressed against the red along most of his body or the black of his belly scales. Camesha would be able to see it at any point, and so would he, or anyone else that he had the bad luck to stand in front of.

Cursing himself for picking a thong instead of some panties, the dragon lifted one leg and slowly slid it into one side of the thong. He followed with the other leg, and drew them upwards. Every inch of his legs they slid along made his blush worse, brighter, more visible against his scales. He'd never had any idea of how...feminine...these things could make someone feel, how naughty, or how slutty.

The thong was barely halfway up his legs before he started to react. His cock had gone soft after Camesha's orgasm on his face, but now it was starting to go up again. Finrod barely noticed it at first, but Camesha did. She poked his cock with a toe, and he jumped, making her laugh in amusement. "Looks like my little slave likes to wear womens underwear. I guess he really is a sissy, considering how much he loves getting rammed up the ass, too."

"I...I don't..." Finrod shook his head rapidly, pausing with the thong just under his balls. "I'm doing this for you, because you want me to. That's all, Mistress."

"Heh, do you still think you have to justify what you're doing, slave?" Camesha asked. She reclined on the back of the couch, looking at him with her head upside down, her lips almost at a level with his cock. She didn't seem bothered by that as she looked up at him. "You're a slave. You told me to put the collar on yourself yesterday. That means that you're doing what I say. Not what you want, not what you care about; what I say. So stop thinking you need a reason other than what I say.

"That doesn't mean that you don't enjoy it, though." She chuckled, batting at his cock like a kitten with a toy. "This thing is the most honest part of you, no matter what else you might think, draggy. You're a sissy slut slave, my sissy slut slave. Mine to ram up the ass, make you loose and leaking; mine to use as I see fit. And you might as well admit you enjoy it, because it'll make it more fun and easier for the both of us than if you keep insisting that you don't like it."

His cock throbbed under her repeated bats and pokes, and he couldn't stop the tip from leaking a bit of pre as she spoke. The thing was, he did like this, but his pride still prevented him from enjoying it to the fullest. Maybe someday he would be able to put that pride aside, but for the moment, Finrod wasn't sure that was completely possible. Not yet.

Remaining silent, he pulled the thong the rest of the way up. The band couldn't cover all of his balls, and there was nothing at all to cover his ass as the string slipped between his ass cheeks. His balls hung outside of the thong, split down the middle by the band of it, and only a portion of his shaft was covered, the head still poking up out of it, dripping with arousal. The look was so absurd that it was all Finrod could do to remain still, to keep from blushing, and he waited for Camesha to laugh at him for looking so utterly ridiculous.

Yet, she didn't. Instead, she rolled over onto her front, her cock pressed against the couch, invisible. Like this, she looked like a normal female, her breasts quite visible down her shirt as she rested her chin on her hand. "Heh, I love having my personal slave," Camesha said, reaching out and stroking a finger along his cock, teasing it to the point of making it leak again. Her fingers got a little wet from his pre, but she didn't seem to care. "Such a good draggy for doing what I say. And good draggys get rewarded if they can keep behaving well. Do you think you can be my good boy all day, slave? Do you think that you can do what mistress says all day, without argument? If you can, she'll give you a reward, a very fun reward."

Shivering at the slow finger strokes along the underside of his cock, Finrod managed to give a nod. His cock throbbed, and it was controlling most of his thoughts by this point. If there was a reward that would feel good, and all he had to do was obey his mistress - something that he was inclined to do anyway - what the hell was he going to do? Refuse it? Not a chance in hell was he going to do that.

"Good draggy," she said with a grin. "Now, go and get me something to eat. We're going to watch a little fun TV before that package gets here, make sure that you're...ready." She flopped down on the couch, ignoring his cock as she turned the television on. "Let's see...Bound Gods or Sultry Sluts..."

Finrod groaned softly, knowing that the mistress was up to. They were going to be watching porn until the package came in, and knowing her, she would get to orgasm as much as she wanted, while he had to hold back the whole time.

This was going to be a long morning, he thought as he went to get the snacks.

DING DONG.

The dragon had never been happier to hear the bell ring, and he groaned as Camesha pulled the fleshlight off of the tip of his cock. She'd been teasing him for hours with the damn thing, letting just the tip of his cock into it, just the bit that stuck out from the thong penetrate the toy. Not only that, but she had kept squeezing and moving it slowly, keeping him on edge and needy as hell.

He expected her to get up to get the door, but all she did was recline on the couch again. "What are you waiting for, slave?" she said. "Get the door."

Honestly, he should have expected this, but he was caught off guard. The dragon stared at her, his jaw dropping even as his cock soaked the front of the thong with even more pre. "Now?! Like this?"

She turned to him with one eyebrow arched, one eye closed. "Do I hear an argument, Finrod?"

"No, no ma'am!" he said hastily, getting to his feet. Almost leaping over her legs, he hurried towards the door. Maybe he could just stay behind the door and keep the postman from seeing anything. Yeah, maybe he could do that.

Opening the door just enough to stick his snout out, Finrod saw the wolf postman waiting for him. "Hello, a package for..." The canine looked down at the box. "Mistress and slave?" He arched an eyebrow, looking up at the dragon. "Uh..."

Groaning in embarrassment, Finrod stuck a hand out. "I'll take it. Just -"

"Hold it," the wolf said, pulling the package back. "I need some identification or something to make sure that this is the right place."

"Uh..."

"Sir, can you just open the door and show me some ID or something?" the wolf asked.

"You heard him, slave!" Camesha called from behind. "Open the door and show him who you are."

And there was a command, something that he couldn't ignore. Finrod groaned softly, shaking his head. This was going to be one of the most humiliating experiences yet. She'd teased him before, gotten him hard in his clothes around other people, but never when other people would be guaranteed to look at him. Now she was pushing him to expose himself almost completely to the postman, show off everything about his body to this stranger.

And yet, despite the humiliation factor, his cock was hard as hell, throbbing and dripping. And if he didn't move, he wasn't entirely sure he could avoid leaving a mess of pre on the carpet, and he knew that Camesha wouldn't thank him for that kind of mess.

Taking a deep breath, Finrod stepped back and opened the door, bracing himself.

At first, the wolf just stared, and the dragon could understand why. He towered over the wolf by at least a foot, if not more, and he was a decently muscled dragon. Despite that, all he wore was a collar and a thong, and the thong didn't do a damn thing for hiding him down below the waist. He looked like a sissy pervert, and a very submissive one at that.

The wolf snorted softly, swallowing a laugh. "Uh, yeah...yeah, I think that's a good enough display of being a slave," the postman said with another snort. He handed over the package. "I think your mistress is doing a damn good job on you, by the way. My compliments, ma'am!" he shouted from the door.

Finrod almost slammed the door as he took the package, leaning against it, his face flushing bright red. There was no way that he was EVER going to live this down, particularly if they had the same postman again, or if the postman talked to anybody about this. How was he going to...what was...

Thoughts a blur, the dragon nevertheless knew that he had to take the package over to his mistress. He moved mechanically from the door to the couch, holding out the big box to the lioness.

She took it, but rather than immediately opening it, she pulled him into a tight embrace. Her arms wrapped around him, and she hugged him tight to her chest. "You did good, draggy," she said, patting his back. "Don't worry about the wolf out there. He's not going to pass anything around."

She said it with such certainty that he believed her, though how she could know was something beyond him. He hugged her back, holding her for a moment before letting go. Taking a few breaths to calm down - and still doing his best to ignore the way that his cock throbbed inside the thong - he looked down at the package. "So...will you show me what you got, now?"

"Hehehe, alright, alright," she said with a smile. Dragging a claw along the tape on the box, she added, "I guess you've been a good enough boy to deserve to see what it is now. Besides, I've been wanting to try something like this for a while, and I want to get into it as much as you want to see it."

The box opened easily, and the two of them leaned over the edge to look inside. Finrod was a little surprised at the massive amount of content inside, and the logical side of his mind wondered just how much Camesha had spent to get this all sent out to them, but the other side of him, the fun-loving and loving side of him, just wondered how much of this they could play with at once.

They unloaded it piece by piece. There was a horse tail dildo, various dildos, a saddle, a riding crop, a full latex hood and corset, a new set of boots...the list went on and on, but each of them seemed to be something that the two of them could have a lot of fun with, not to mention offered them a great deal of variety with the stuff that they already did.

The saddle and riding crop were what caught his attention most, though, and he slowly looked up at his mistress. She grinned back at him, all of her teeth showing. "Heh, I bet you can guess what's going to be happening now, slave," she said with a smirk.

"I...I can wager a guess, mistress," he said. "Does that mean I can -"

"Yes, yes, off with the thong. Strip, strip!" She almost shouted, and he could see that she was quite excited, both emotionally and physically.

He pulled off the thong with mixed relief and regret, his cock throbbing and bouncing in open air. Having to bend over to do it, Finrod was caught by surprise as Camesha pushed him the rest of the way to the ground, holding him down on all fours.

A thump between his wings announced the saddle being placed on him, and he grunted under the sudden weight. It wasn't uncomfortable, not much, at least, though he blushed as the lioness brushed his erection as she pulled the straps around his stomach and chest, tightening them around him to make sure that the saddle couldn't fall off while she rode him.

She took the hood next, and she wrapped the latex covering around his head. It zipped easily in the back, sealing his head away, and making it a little more difficult to see through it. The end had an opening for his mouth and nose, so he could at least breathe easily, but it was harder to see and move. The black latex pressed against his face firmly, completely scale tight, smooth and slightly stretchy against his scales. It was different, but quite pleasant at the same time, even if it did make his face feel a lot warmer as it held in body heat.

Almost hesitantly, Finrod reached up to the latex, touching it as his mistress double checked the saddle straps. The latex clung to his face incredibly well, as though it was some sort of custom job. It couldn't be, of course; Camesha had only ordered the thing this morning. That didn't detract from just how uncannily it fit against his face. The surface of the hood was smooth, and he could barely tell the difference between where his hood ended and the holes for his nostrils began. It was just perfectly seamless.

Shaking his head a bit, he only barely noticed her lifting his tail up. However, he did notice when she started working something into his hole. His head came up and he jumped as it pushed in hard and fast, his hole burning for a second before he got used to it.

"Heh, what's a pony without a pony tail?" Camesha said behind him, explaining just what it was that had gone into his hole. Now that he was focused on it, he could feel the hairs rubbing along his legs, brushing against his thighs light enough to almost tickle him rather than anything else. He blushed lightly, shaking his head as he tried to ignore the feeling.

The lioness walked in front of him, and he had to watch as she got dressed in her new outfit. Off came her shirt and jeans. She took her time pulling on her corset, putting it on so that her breasts were on full display. She turned, and Finrod leaned his head up, opening his mouth as much as the hood would let him to get a grip on the strings in the back with his teeth. It took a few tugs, but he managed to tighten it for her, just barely.

The corset was made of latex, just like the hood that he wore, and it was completely skintight on her. The material was black and shiny, and when she moved, he thought that he could hear just the slightest sort of squeak coming from the corset. It clung tight to her body, showing off every bit of her curves when she moved, and Finrod felt his shaft reacting to the show.

She had to know what she was doing to him, but she just sat down in front of him to get the boots on. A smirk crossed her face as she slowly slid her foot and her legs into the boots, forcing him to watch her long, lithe legs, leading all the way up to her groin and the erection waiting there. He could stare at that for hours, but he had to force himself to look away for a moment, force himself to look at her feet as she put her boots on.

The boots were so shiny that he could see his reflection in them, the latex obviously very new and very clean. It was just plain amazing, really, and he blushed softly as he realized just how closely he was staring at them.

Camesha hadn't missed it, and she chuckled softly. "Heh, so my little draggy slave likes the latex stuff, huh?" she asked with a chuckle. "Well, I'll just have to get more of this in the future if you like it so much." She stood up, grabbing hold of the riding crop. The end of it slapped against his ass just hard enough to make him jerk, and was followed by a second one as punishment for moving. "Now, still. Your mistress desires her mount."

As commanded, he froze himself in place. One boot went over his back, and he grunted as she settled herself on his back. The crop slid under his belly, and he tensed as it pressed against the head of his erection, rubbing him in a move that was both a promise and a warning, reminding him to be on his best behavior while he carried her.

"Now, trot, boy," she said, bringing the crop out from under him.

He moved forward quickly, his arms and legs moving in a motion as close to a horse's as he could make it. It wasn't quite possible to move just like a horse - since his arms and legs didn't bend quite that way - but he was able to make a reasonable approximation. He bounced his back up and down slightly just like he thought a horse did, and he felt the lioness's weight come up and down on his back as she moved with him.

It was a hard thing to get used to, though, and with her weight on his back, it was a little harder to stay on all fours. Carrying weight like this was harder than when he was standing up, he realized, and within minutes he found himself starting to get a little tired from carrying her around on his back.

He kept moving anyway, particularly when the mistress brought the paddle around and patted his balls lightly. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it got him moving again, his legs moving a little faster and his arms coming up a little higher, almost rearing for a moment before he got back to normal.

She patted his head as he kept moving up and down the hall, her hand soft against the hood. "Good boy," her muffled voice said. Her heels kicked into his side. "A little faster, now."

Barely muffling the grunt, he moved along a little faster. The quicker pace made him a little more aware of the toy in his ass, the horse tail flicking back and forth with his movements. It brushed against his legs again and again, and the toy was big enough for him to feel it pressing against his prostate with every twitch, every foot forward. The pressure back there was enough to keep him erect, and though he couldn't look down and see, he was pretty sure that he was horny enough to be dripping along the floor like a real horse that had gotten too aroused in show.

Not that his mistress seemed to care overmuch about that. She continued the up and down movements on his back, rising and falling, falling and rising, little thud thuds as she landed on the saddle carrying the weight of her body down on his spine. It made him shiver a bit, and he could feel the inside of the hood getting wet with his sweat as he got more and more tired.

They passed by her bedroom several times as she guided him around the apartment, using the crop to steer him, but only after five laps did she actually turn him into the bedroom. She patted his ass a few times with the crop, followed by one sharp smack with it against his rear to speed him up on what he could only assume was the 'home stretch'.

Just as he was about to collapse at the foot of the bed, his Mistress pulled him to a stop, grabbing hold of his horns and pulling him back by them. He halted with a pant, huffing and puffing as she slowly dismounted him, the weight coming off of his back barely enough to make him feel better. He was still exhausted, utterly exhausted, and he could barely hold himself up on all fours at the moment.

She squatted in front of him, her hand rubbing his cheek through the hood. "Heh, you're such a good mare, aren't you, slave?"

The dragon grunted softly through the hood, snorting before shaking his head.

"Yes, you're a mare. Argue if you like, but what do you call a mount that never tops another, never has the chance to breed another? What do you call a mount that only takes, and never gives? What do you call one that has a hole that's seen enough use that its owner barely has to use lube sometimes?"

Well, when she put it that way...

"Face it, slave, you're my mare. But think of it this way; at least you're not a gelding, huh?" She chuckled a bit, patting his head again as he shivered at that thought. "That was a good ride, slave, but I think it's time for you to give me another ride. A better ride, for the both of us."

She stood up and walked around him again, and he sighed in relief as she took the horse tail dildo out of his ass, setting it somewhere off to the side. The saddle followed it, falling on the ground about a minute later. Even with the encumbrance of the equipment off of his back, though, Finrod stayed on all fours until he was allowed to get to his feet, pulled upright by the lioness with a grip on his arm.

He looked at her, and she smiled at him, giving him a little kiss on the cheek. "Come on, draggy," she said, pulling him onto the bed. She laid on her back, her cock pointing upwards, as she reached behind the pillow with one hand.

Eventually she pulled out a leash, and she threw it to him. "Put it on your collar," she instructed.

He did so, snapping it on quickly.

As soon as he had, the lioness grabbed hold of the end of his leash, tugging on it. She pulled him in close, until he was laying over her. The tip of her cock rubbed just under his tail, rubbing against the sensitive opening which still was a bit open from when the horse tail thing had been in him. She ground up against him, rubbing the bumpy head of her cock against his hole, all the while smirking up at him. "You know what to do, draggy. Sit down on mistress's cock....and ride."

It took a little more willpower than usual, but less effort, to get Camesha's cock in his ass. The dragon groaned softly as he slid down on her cock, feeling it slide into his hole. The shaft was thick, and it spread him open more than the toy did. Despite that, it still slid in quickly, with no additional lube save for what was already inside of him, the lube that she had put on the toy and had rubbed off in him while he was moving around. Not much indeed, but now that he was used to Camesha's cock, he hardly needed it.

Soon he had all of her shaft swallowed up in his ass, and he panted softly, sitting on her lap, looking down at her breasts, still pushed up just a bit by her corset. The boots were kicked off at the foot of the bed, he saw when he looked over his shoulders, but she had kept the corset on.

She held the leash tightly, and pulled his head down so that they were face to face. "Mmmm, Mistress is horny, draggy. And you're going to give her a good bit of orgasms before you're done for the afternoon. Now, be a good draggy here...and mistress will reward you when you're done. Now, start riding my cock," she said, loosening her grip enough to let him pull his head back.

Nodding slowly, Finrod took a few deep breaths before starting to lift himself up on her cock. The burning along his rim came back for a minute, but it faded as he started to slide up and down her shaft, his prostate already getting rubbed by her shaft, feeling pleasure from the angle of penetration.

And as he looked down at how happy she was, how much she loved having him ride her cock like this, he knew that she was worth anything that she put him through.

Finrod carried that thought in his head as he continued to ride her, his arms held tight at his sides, his fists clenched and his eyes half closed as he started to moan. His cock was hard again, throbbing against his belly as he slid along her shaft, letting it fill him up completely before he rose up to the tip, only to slam back down again fast and hard. Then he rose up and did it again, and again, each time a little bit faster than the last, each time pulling her cock into his ass in a blur of motion.

Soon he was little more than a black and red blur moving up and down her cock, swallowing it into his hole again and again. His moans were louder than hers, and his fingers were pushing his claws deep into his palm. His teeth were gritted as he tried to keep himself from cumming from the pleasure he got, wanting to hold back until his mistress had her first orgasm.

Sadly, he couldn't hold back, and soon he erupted with a moan. His cock throbbed as he kept bouncing along her cock, covering her stomach with his cum even as he kept pushing her towards her orgasm. He could feel her shaft throbbing inside of him, and even as she looked surprised by his orgasm, she didn't look far off from her own first climax.

Only seconds after he finished cumming, she grabbed him by the waist. A single tug pulled him down against her groin, and Finrod gasped in pleasure as he felt her cock erupt in his hole. Her seed was hot and thick, filling him up quickly and even leaking a little out of his hole along her shaft.

She held him close as they panted together, both enjoying their afterglow. Finrod smiled at her, slowly reaching down and grabbing her hands, holding them gently. The touch made her open her eyes, and she smiled back up at him, nodding her head in approval.

Then she grabbed the leash again, pulling his face down towards hers. They kissed again, lips mashed against lips for a few seconds before she pulled back, grinning fiercely. "That's round one. Get on your hands and knees; my turn to be on top again."