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"Nnnngh..." Mallak groaned, jaws clamping tight on the bit in the back of his mouth. His captor was riding him yet again, the seemingly insatiable yellow-and-black dragoness grinding against his hard, aching cock, hips rocking smoothly up and down against his own, her forepaws caressing his tightly bound form as she straddled him. He shuddered and bucked a little against her weight, trying to urge her to speed back up... he was so close! "Nnnnh... mmmmrf! Mmf!" he grunted through his bridle, claws flexing powerlessly, pulling against their tight shackles.

"Awwwr... what's the... nnnh! what's th' matter sweetie? Don't... aaahn! Don't ya want our final ride to last a good long time?" She nuzzled his neck almost tenderly, her sex clenching briefly around his shaft, pushing all her weight down to hold him deep, nearly motionless inside her for a few moments! He snarled at her, thrashing and glaring, but there was nothing he could do to get her to ride his throbbing cock as hard as he wanted her to... Thankfully she relented after half a minute or so, humping much more vigorously, gasping and digging her claws into him a little as she held onto him for leverage...

"Rrrrrrrgh!" he let out a muffled bellow as she brought them both to orgasm, shuddering, thrusting as hard as he could manage against her and biting down on his gag as the ecstasy raced through him. She reached her own peak even before he did, and her insides were already squeezing achingly tight and seeming to milk the seed out of him, making his climax feel even more incredible as he thrust, and thrust, and thrust... Then it was over, and both of them went still, gasping and trembling and enjoying the satisfaction, the afterglow of their union.

Purring softly, Apida nuzzled at his throat. "Mmmmh... Y'know... Ain't nothin' that says I have to let you go, sweetie..." Her hips rocked against his, for emphasis, to remind him how much pleasure his captivity had brought them both, and she giggled softly when the feeling made him grunt and squirm. "It's nice to have a big sexy dragon at home to ride... even if he is such a bad boy..."

"Nnng... nn-nnnhf!" he managed to gasp, shaking his head back and forth and struggling weakly beneath her. Yes, the sex was good... but it wasn't worth the danger of staying put with a bounty on his head, it wasn't worth her teasing, it wasn't worth the constant bondage! She'd let him up to walk around a little, to lead him to her outhouse, to let him eat and drink... but always kept him chained enough to keep him from getting away, or attacking her, and he'd had enough of being under her control. More than enough! "Lllmmt mm mmmft!"

She huffed and pouted at him, but to his relief she rolled off him at last and dug the key to his chains out of one of the drawers of her nightstand. "Oh, all right..." She slid the key into the lock of the band around his neck, but then she paused. "Are ya gonna behave if I set you free? Cause if ya think to turn on me, I ain't gonna let you off that bed."

Mallak growled at her... but nodded after a moment. He certainly wanted to get back at her for this! But it could wait, until he wasn't in such a vulnerable position. "Mmhmf..."

"Good dragon." She unlocked his neck, his tail, then all four of his paws, standing back and letting him roll over and get out of bed. He did so stiffly, groaning, slowly stretching out each sore, tight limb, wincing a little from the strains and bruises that had formed while he was shackled so tightly to her mattress. She unbuckled and pulled off his bridle while he loosened up his legs and tail, and stretched out his wings, and he groaned and yawned wide once he was finally allowed to.

"Finally," he growled, lifting his head high and glaring at her.

"Oh shush." She nipped his nose and giggled again, her tail swishing and rubbing along his own. "You liked it."

He just bared his teeth at her. "If you hadn't kept me tied down... If I hadn't had to stay in here all day... If you hadn't threatened to turn me in every time I tried anything..." He bit her. "Then I would have liked it."

"Your body liked it just fine..." Her tail rubbed between his hind legs this time, making him blush and groan and squirm at the touch. "Ya sure you don' wanna stick around for a few more... interrogations?" Her tail rubbed there again, making him shiver.

"Nnh... y-yes I'm sure!" He stamped a paw, using his own tail to yank hers away. "I need to get back to my g- my friends!"

Apida looked away for a moment. "Forget those humans... They left town the night after I told them I'd taken ya, y'know--"

"What!?" He hurried towards the door, turning on her with a snarl when she grabbed his tail. "Let go! I have to go find them!"

"They're just humans!" She was pouting again, and damn, the moonlight coming in through the window made her look pretty... "Why not stay with me... let us enjoy each other some more? I swear I won' tie you up quite so tight..." Her snout started to reach forward, trying to touch under his tail yet again.

"No!" He twisted his tail and his rump away. "Bad enough to get caught in the first place... No way am I gonna stick around now, 'specially not as captive of a lawman!"

"But wasn't it excitin'?" She shivered all over, her tail flicking upwards again as she thought back to all the times she'd ridden him. "Capturin' a wanted dragon, hidin' him from the law, usin' 'im over and over without lettin' anyone know he was here... And for you, bein' caught by a deputy-dragon, but then hidden away, havin' to hope every time I came back I was just gonna to ride you again, and not turn you in... Mmmmmh..."

Mallak blushed and shivered a little in place as he smelled her arousal in the air yet again. "I liked the sex. Nothin' more," he finally growled.

She sighed, but finally opened the door, guiding him through the sitting room and out into the night. He took in a deep breath of the fresh air, stretching his wings wide now that he was outside again, looking up at the sky: warm, calm and clear, the near-full moon and the stars letting off plenty of light for him to see by. "I'll miss havin' ya here..."

"I won't miss bein' here." He growled at the dragoness one more time for good measure, then loped away, flapping his wings hard and leaping into the air, beating above the buildings, catching the wind and banking to the west, gaining altitude, letting out a happy roar as he was able to push his body, really exert himself--in a way other than humping!--for the first time in too long. There was just one problem...

Where had his gang gone?

He didn't blame them for skipping town as soon as they heard he'd been caught; he would have done the same, if their prison was too well fortified for him to extract them. And as Apida had refused to dictate a message from him to give to them, and he had no idea what she had told them, he'd had no way to tell them--either plainly or via code--where to wait for him, or how long. At least part of his problem was simplified: with him captured and them having to fear their own imminent arrest, the only direction it would make sense for them to go was due west, as far from civilization as they could get.

So Mallak flew west, quickly at first, then beginning to slow down once he'd gone about ten miles. He banked into a zigzag pattern, sniffing the oncoming wind and scanning the ground beneath him for any sign of human activity. Though his night-vision was decent, it was late enough that any night-time fire had probably gone out, and there was a very real possibility he'd miss a cluster of little bedrolls no matter how careful he was. He growled to himself for the thousandth time, for being so careless and letting himself be caught, for getting himself separated from the gang, for screwing up so badly! This was behavior he could have expected from a city boy like Jon, or a womanizer like Neil, but not himself... He was too important to the band, and he was supposed to have the experience to know to play it safe in situations like--

Smoke!

The scent was faint, but definitely there. His eyes swept over the ground beneath him, the ground ahead of him, but he saw nothing; either the smell of burned wood had drifted a very long way, the fire had gone out, or both. So he flew on, tracking, tracking... finally circling over a spot free of any plants, where he could see the remains of a fire smoldering within a ring of stones! He drifted lower, squinting, but the campsite looked abandoned despite their still being embers in that flame-pit... He sighed and swooped down to land, prepared to sniff around for tracks and continue the slow way--on foot--but then he saw the message scrawled in the dirt: "TALL ROCK."

At last! Grinning and pumping his wings again, he worked to regain his lost altitude, heart suddenly pounding in excitement: it was a coded message, from his band! "Go to tall rock," had always been their retreat phrase, referring not to any large rock in particular but to their escape plan: him and the six humans scattering in every direction, to regroup at the nearest landmark that was at least five miles west of their previous position. So west he flew, a little more slowly now that he'd found the trail, still watching the ground but not having to squint quite so closely anymore, looking for some landmark or feature of landscape, not for a little camp of men and horses that would likely be disguised from above.

Maybe a quarter of an hour of flying later, he found them, sniffing out a camp tucked a little ways into a ravine, with the right number of men and horses, one man sitting up next to a screened fire. His hat made it difficult to recognize a face from up high and be sure, but their scents seemed familiar, then the human looked up when he heard wing-beats nearby, reaching for a rifle...

"Vulture!" Mallak called down, using the gang's watch-word both to relax the man and to confirm it was in fact his band.

The man stood--Eli, the voice told him when he spoke. "Mallak!? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me!" He swooped down and landed with a thud, the noise and wind and tremor more than enough to wake the rest of the camp, even Neil. "Glad I found ya. Are y'all okay?"

"Are we okay? You're the one who got yerself snatched!"

"Are you bein' followed?" Frank added, before he could respond.

"I... No, she ain't followin' me," Mallak said, though he looked up at the night sky, the stars and moon, despite knowing she'd stayed at Sandy Hill. "She let me go."

Frank's expression was enough to tell him how unlikely that sounded. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, and with this moon I woulda seen 'er if she followed me."

Brian spoke up, still rubbing at his eyes sleepily. "Well why'd she let ya go then?"

He blushed a little, thinking of the reason. "She... got what she wanted, I guess."

"Which was what, exactly?" Frank pressed. "Information? Money? A contract? What'd you have t' give her to get away?"

The thought of admitting the answer made him flush hot and squirm in place, but Frank was sharp enough to catch even a dragon trying to lie, and he hadn't prepared a plausible one anyway. "...Sex," he finally growled, tail lashing.

Somehow, of their whole gang, it was the slow, barely-awake Neil who exploded first. "What?" he yelled, loud enough to echo through the ravine. "We've been camped out 'ere a week, won'erin' whether we'd see ya again, or if the deputies were gonna come run us down, an' ya spent this whole week gettin' laid!? You... you..."

Mallak recovered from his embarrassment enough to snarl back at him before finding out just what Neil thought he was. "If I could've told you guys I would've! But she-- she kept me tied to 'er bed until she'd 'ad enough to be satisfied."

"...lucky bastard," Neil muttered.

"Lucky? I spent the whole week afraid she'd get bored and just arrest me instead! And that you lot already 'ad been..."

Eli said, "she told us she'd be keepin' ya for a week, but didn't say why. We left town in case somethin' happened to ya, and good thing we did too, 'cause they had posters for all of us in town."

"I'm just glad you got out safe," Jon said, to nodded agreement from all of them but Frank.

"And she didn't question you? Didn't take your coins, or warn you to stay away, or nothin'?"

Mallak shook his head. "She asked if I'd stay longer, but didn't make me, didn't question me or anything... She got what she wanted," he snorted, trying to suppress a shiver at the thought of precisely what she'd wanted... and gotten.

Frank whistled softly. "You got damn lucky, then. And you'd better be more careful; we can't afford t' lose you."

"Lucky?" Neil was still exasperated not by his capture, not by how close he'd come to getting them all arrested, but by what he'd been doing--or had done to him--during his time with Apida! "Ya just got t' spend a week havin' all the sex ya wanted, for free! Ya don' get much luckier 'n that! I can't believe ya even came back!"

Sam punched his brother in the arm, none too gently. "Not everyone likes women that much."

Mallak snorted. "The only reason I'd ever wanna see her again is revenge."

"Careful..." Eli frowned. "Bein' a dragon don't mean you'll be in any less trouble if you kill 'er."

"We'd all get hunted down!" said Jon.

"I didn't say I was gonna kill her!" His tail lashed again, nearly knocking down the screen that kept their fire's light from escaping the ravine. "And she didn't try to kill me, anyway."

Brian grinned wide, the first to take his meaning. "You want to tie 'er down and fuck 'er, then? I 'ave no problem with that..."

"Ain't no way we can walk back into Sandy Hill without gettin' arrested," Frank said.

"We don't have to. She left me t'go patrol the area every morning; if we could lure her down, and catch 'er out here..."

"She might be wary, though, for at least the next few days," Eli put in. "She'll be on the lookout for traps and the like."

"We'd need time to gather materials to tie 'er down anyway. Takes more'n a couple lengths o' rope to hold a dragon, with those claws an' teeth." Sam gestured at Mallak, who nodded and flexed his claws.

"She--" Mallak hesitated, again blushing at even beginning to discuss his captivity, but went on, "she had... iron cuffs and chains, but those'd cost too much, and take too much time to make, and arouse suspicion wherever we bought 'em too. We could make do with... sacks of tough canvas or leather, four or five of 'em, and some good stout rope," he said, trying to picture it in his head. The sacks for her paws--and maybe one to pull over her head--and the rope to tie her paws, wings, neck, tail, jaws... He grinned a little at the image in his head, and the more he thought about revenge, of tying her down and having his way with her, the more he liked the idea! He looked at Frank, trying to gauge the man's opinion.

"Ah, why not," he finally said. "Less danger out here, we still have enough coin for a few weeks without work, and maybe once we've wrangled 'er we can make sure she won't spread word of our whereabouts to anyone." He spit into the fire. "I don't much approve of revenge; it's too emotional, and just brings retaliation. But if we do this right, it should be safe enough, since it's not about killin'."

"I thought so too. Let's..." Mallak stretched catlike and yawned, groaning a little. "Let's rest 'til morning, then we can put our plan together."

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Mallak rumbled softly, enjoying the comfortable warmth of the rock he'd sprawled across, finding himself having to fight the urge to close his eyes for a nap. The hot sun, the warm surface beneath him felt so good... But he needed to stay alert! They'd kept watch here for a few days, and according to Jon's usually-reliable pocket watch, Apida always flew over this particular hill on her patrol within half an hour of this time; he needed to keep his eyes on the sky, so he--and the rest of the gang--would be ready when she arrived.

They'd chosen their spot well: it was about as far from Sandy Hill or any other town as she went when she flew her patrols, nearly a mile from any of the roads, and the scattered rocks and cliffs provided ample cover for the men to use to hide themselves, and their gear and horses. Perhaps someone might hear a dragon's roar from out here, if they were traveling the nearest road, but people knew better than to interfere with a dragon's business. So once she landed, once they ambushed her, nobody would disturb him while he did what he'd planned...

And how he was looking forward to that! Though his week in her bed had felt good, he'd been distracted by thoughts of where the gang had gone, of what she might do if--when?--she got tired of using him, and of how much he'd have rather fucked her while not tightly bound... Yes, her riding him had felt good, but he was a dragon, a big tough male, and he didn't want to lie there and be ridden: he wanted to pin down a dragoness, dig his claws into her and take her nice and rough! And he'd show her just how rough once she got there, once they ambushed her, captured her, bound her as tight as she'd tied him-- "Rrnh," he groaned softly as his body began to react to what he was imagining, clenching his claws, trying to turn his thoughts somewhere else to stave off his arousal, so she wouldn't smell it--or see it!--and get suspicious. So he went over the plans for her capture again, focusing not on getting a dragoness bound and helpless but on the danger his men would be in if he couldn't keep her pinned down, if he couldn't get his jaws to her throat to force her to yield... As much as the idea of revenge appealed to him, the last thing he wanted was for one of them to be hurt, or worse, helping him with something that would be fun, yes, but was ultimately not necessary.

That sobering thought was enough to calm him, and not a moment too soon: he could see wings on the horizon, coming from the northeast. "I see a dragon, most likely her," he said, alerting the men nearby, well-hidden beneath rush mats and in shallow pits behind some of the nearby rocks. He lifted his head and peered up at the shape as it grew closer, enough to distinguish the long slender frame, wide wings, those distinctive yellow and black stripes, and the shine of sun on metal against her chest: she wore her badge, when flying these patrols. "It's her; be ready."

Mallak could feel his body growing a little tense, gathering itself in preparation for the fight it'd be to secure her, but he took a deep breath and did his best to appear relaxed as the dragoness approached, turned towards him, then roared and swooped down lower.

He couldn't help but smirk when he heard her. The cry was almost friendly, none of the fury of challenge or threat in her voice, just announcing that she was here, that she saw him, and she was coming down to talk; that she wasn't hostile would make this so much easier. He called back, short and a little soft, as if half-asleep, and he made a show of standing up and stretching while she flew a circle around him, then landed uphill from his rock--just as he'd expected her to.

"Well well, Mal," she purred to him, her tail raised and lashing gently back and forth. "I gotta say, I didn't expect to see you again so soon... Did ya miss me?"

"Parts of you, maybe," he snorted, his own tail lashing in annoyance that she thought, after keeping him captive, that she was close enough to him to use his nickname! Of course, he had no intention of getting into a long conversation with her, but had to wait for his gang to spring the ambush before he struck.

Apida pouted. "Awwr... I could go get your bridle an' irons, if ya'd like, and give ya a chance to appreciate all of me." She posed, neck arched and head tilted, her wings held more loosely, forepaws close together, her hind paws spread and tail lifted--but with her rump facing away from him, of course, so he couldn't see what she was displaying. "What do ya say?"

He only growled. "I've had quite enough of being tied down."

Her tail flicked in amusement. "Is that so? And ya thought if ya met me out here, I might be willin' to go for a romp with you without some chains gettin' in your way?" Her rump swayed back and forth, drawing his eyes to the motion, and she giggled as she saw his gaze turn that way.

"That sounds a lot better than how it went last time."

"Maybe t' you! But you're a dangerous outlaw, Mal," she lifted a forepaw to touch her badge, "and I can't just let ya have your way with me... I've gotta make sure you're kept under control!"

When she smirked at him he growled again, louder. "Well, you don' seem to have brought that stuff with you, and ain't nothin' that says I have to let you go get it, either."

Before she could respond, Jon crept from behind a nearby rock and threw a rope, his expert cast snaring both her horns, then pulled hard to tighten the loop and yank her head to the side.

Mallak leapt forward the instant the rope went taut, but could already see her twisting, muscles bunching as she gathered herself to turn into the pull of the rope and lunge at him! He let out a yell even as Sam and Neil appeared to join him on the rope, then Mallak hit her and sent them both tumbling to the ground. The three men together had just enough strength to hold her neck straight, so she couldn't turn her head to bite the other dragon or to see him properly, her legs and tail flailing in attempt to keep him off of her--he grunted as one hind paw kicked him in the belly, knocking the breath from him. Sucking air, he threw himself at her again to keep her from getting her head around to bite the rope, or to just breathe her fire at the men! This time he managed to latch on, tail wrapping around hers, forepaws snatching at her wrists, trying to use the weight of his hindquarters to pin her but not finding much success--so he snarled and went for her neck, only for her to pull enough to twist it out of the way, sending the three men stumbling.

Apida roared in fury, but Frank and Brian and Eli joined the fray now, bringing the leather sacks and a lot more rope with them. Despite her squalling and thrashing Mallak managed to keep her still enough for them to pull a sack over each forepaw, using the rope first to hold the sacks on, then to tie her forepaws tight together! She let out a howl when Mallak let go of her forelegs and she felt just how tightly they were bound, thrashing desperately, breathing deep-- Then he finally managed to get his teeth around her neck, and hissed, "be still."

"Rrrrgh..." she growled, baring her teeth, her sides heaving. "What... d'you want from me...?"

He kept her pinned firmly down while her hind paws were also wrapped in leather and tied tight. "Revenge, of course... What else would I want?" He ground his belly against her thigh, and she shivered beneath him in understanding. She blushed as her fore and hind paws were hogtied, then a rope was wrapped four, five times around her snout and pulled tight, keeping her jaws pinned together, preventing her from using her teeth or her fire--or from asking any more questions.

Only once her snout had been tied to her paws did he get off her, watching closely to make sure she didn't try to fight while her wings were bound, then guiding her tail up over her back, where it was roped to her wings, then to the base of her neck, drawing another shiver and a soft moan from her as she was forcibly exposed. The men then checked all the knots and the tightness of the ropes, to make sure she wouldn't be able to pull anything loose, while he examined her badge: metal, but all the edge rounded, so she wouldn't be able to use it to free herself. After confirming everything was secure, Jon nodded to him, then all the men walked away, leaving the two dragons alone.

Now that she was bound, now that it was just him and her, Mallak prowled a slow circle around her. He sniffed her here, tugged at a rope with his tail there, nuzzled her neck, licked her thigh gently... then sat back on his haunches to just grin and admire her muscular rump, her lifted tail, and that spot between her hind legs her tail usually kept hidden from view! With her head tied to her paws she was made to look right at him as he took in the view, and she growled at him, squirming and pulling on the ropes, blushing hot when he gazed at her in silence for half a minute, one minute, longer... "Rrrngh... mm mmf..! Gmmmt mmt nnnvrrrr nnnnff!" she grunted through her bound jaws, tail twitching back and forth.

"Ssshhh..." He hissed, and gave one of her flanks a firm nip. "Y' let me look under here before, but you never let me really admire you, or touch, or explore..." For emphasis, he reached out with a forepaw and rubbed gently across her slit, smirking when it made her shiver and squirm. So he did it a second time, groaning softly himself when he felt his shaft begin to emerge, his grin only growing wider as he saw and smelled her reacting to his touch! Her smell went sharp and hot with her own arousal, and her sex grew a little swollen, a little warmer against his paw, which only encouraged him to rub again, more firmly, then to probe a digit a little ways into her so he could feel her trembling in what could only be a nervous, anticipating lust...

"You naughty 'ness... You want this!" He gave her rump a firm smack, making her grunt, her blush deepening when he made it clear he'd noticed her response to his attention! She tilted her head after a moment, and he spanked her again when she acknowledged it.

"Nngh! Mmmm mmmngh nnnnft mmmg!"

He rubbed her slit, then groped her firmly, and when his paw came away damp with her fluids he stroked himself a couple of times, groaning, fully hard and ready, eager, to take her! "Y'know, you could've saved us the trouble an' just lifted your tail..." He stepped forward, planting one paw on her shoulder and the other on her tail, feeling her squirm as brought himself into position. "But I'd rather keep you tied down either way," he growled, and rammed himself deep into her sex.

She moaned and thrashed underneath him, but his weight and her bonds were more than enough to keep her still as he slid deep into her insides, gritting his teeth and panting in pleasure from how tight she was, pushing steadily forward until his hips met hers. "Nnnh, yesssss... much better this way." Mallak began to thrust as soon as he said it, so that her only possible response was to blush and shiver and moan from the sensation, his motions slow but already rough, pushing firmly every time he slid into her and growling, to be sure she knew that he was in complete control this time! But she seemed to have no objection, only shuddering and panting and groaning beneath him, trying to grind back against him for more, and her submission to his desire only sent an even stronger thrill of dominance through him, snarling as he began to pick up speed.

Having spent a week getting used to mating at least three times a day, then going just as long without getting any at all, Mallak didn't expect to last long, which only made him even more surprised when she went tight around him, and bucked and thrashed and howled in ecstasy as she reached climax! Grunting, grinding his teeth with effort, he kept thrusting into her wild spasms, holding her tight for leverage and quivering in his own lust, hips rocking back and forth, sliding rapidly in and out and curling his hind claws into the dirt at how amazing it felt to take her through such a hard orgasm... Then at last he craned his head back and roared as he reached his own peak, announcing his dominant climax to the blue sky as he pumped her full of his seed, holding her tight, shuddering in ecstasy, thrusting hard until he was finished, slumping over her, holding himself deep inside her for a few more moments before pulling out at last.

They were both quiet for a little while, recovering from their exertion, him groaning and stretching out, her letting out the occasional muffled whimper, squirming slowly back and forth in her tight hogtie. "Nnnghf... nnnh hmmmft.. lllllf?"

He just shuffled his wings, not going to bother to interpret her attempts at speech; once his breathing was steady and his shaft had retreated into his slit, he looked around and roared, "alright guys, come on back!"

"Mmnh...?" Apida looked at him uncertainly, but again he said nothing, just waiting the minute or two it took for the rest of the gang to come over.

"Are you gonna behave if I take this off?" Frank said, stern, as he put a hand on the rope around her jaws.

"Mmhmf!" She snorted, but bobbed her head the little she could, tugging against the ropes a little where they bound her head to her forepaws.

"Well I'll be watchin' you," he warned, before letting Jon undo the knots to release her snout. "Now, before we let you be, we gotta have a little chat. See, we can't have you tellin' any other lawman that you've seen us, or know where we've been."

Apida stretched her neck and her jaws a little, seeming rather calm considering she was still hogtied--and still exposed! "You tryin' to tell me I'm not allowed t' do my job?"

"That's exactly what I'm tellin' you! And if you refuse, I'll let 'im have another round with you before askin' you again." He gestured to where Mallak sat on his haunches.

That at least made her squirm, looking at her paws and her rump and groaning softly, thinking... After a little while she said, "mmmmh. If I agree... Can I have another round with Mal anyway?"

Poor Frank had undoubtedly prepared himself for a lot of different possible responses, but he hadn't prepared for that one, and he went silent, flushing, his mouth hanging open for a few moments. So she continued, "I'd never put my new favorite partner in danger! I promise not to tell... But I'd like another round anyway, if you've got it in you..." She wriggled her rump at Mallak, making him blush too.

The blue dragon recovered enough to say, "fine. I can do that, if you agree not to start followin' your 'new favorite partner' around lookin' for more."

She pouted. "Awwwr, why not? Would ya really say no to gettin' whisked off in the night, tied down, an' ridden hard until mornin'?"

"Yes, I would!" he growled. "The only way I wanna see you again is if ya put on your own bridle an' shackles and give me the key!"

Everyone was blushing by now from the intimate talk, but Mallak had finally said something to get her to squirm and flush in embarrassment. "Rrnh... You drive a hard bargain, big boy. I'll think about it."

He snorted. "I'm sure you will. Jon, tie 'er jaws again, and hood 'er, too. She'll need to be properly secured 'fore I can give 'er what she wants..." He smirked at her.

Apida let out a little whine, trying to crane her head out of Jon's reach. "Why? Don't ya trust me?"

"Not one bit." Reaching over, he grabbed one of her horns and pulled her head down; she huffed, but let the man bind her snout again--only to whine when he pulled another, larger sack over her head!

"Nnnnf! Hmmmm, nn rrrrmf!" she complained, struggling, though she relaxed a little when he turned it the right way, and the hole he'd cut in it was positioned over her nostrils so she could breathe easily. But still she grumbled in complaint within the sack, her vision cut off and hearing a little muffled, as a couple ropes were tied around it to keep her from slipping it off, then those were tied to her paws, holding her head in place again.

"Perfect," Mallak growled, nipping her haunch as the men retreated. "Pack up and get ready to move, and Jon, I'll call for you when I'm done."

She moaned again as the men left, knowing what was coming once they were gone... but if his first time taking her was any indication, she was going to love this round just as much! Once all the men were out of sight he gave her entrance a gentle stroke, chuckling, flicking his tail in amusement as he watched her shiver in response, watched her flex and squirm in her hogtie, listened to her moan and whine as she waited, blind and uncertain, for him to mount her again... But he needed a little more time to recharge and get going again, so he just kept up that slow exploration with his paw for a while, stroking her sex, probing a digit or two a little ways into her, even gently caressing the extra-sensitive nub around her clit for a little while, chuckling when she squirmed and whined and tried to grind against his paw, moaning and struggling in obvious frustration that he hadn't buried his cock in her again yet!

He teased her a while longer before finally deciding he was ready, hard shaft sliding in nice and deep, groaning, pinning her bound form beneath him and getting a good rhythm going, a little smoother this time... Her first orgasm came quickly, after how much he'd done with his paw, but after having already had one release such a short time ago it took him a while longer to get his own, humping her so hard for so long that by the time he reached his peak, she reached a second one! She howled and he bellowed in shared ecstasy as he emptied himself again, holding her, even biting at her side gently as he slammed his hips against hers as fast and rough as he could for those few brief, incredible moments before he finished, moaned, and pulled out of her.

"Mmmmnh... mrrrrrrrf, nnngh," she moaned back, trembling all over in blissful afterglow. "Mmmmfnnnzngh..."

He stretched out, gasping for air, slowly recovering... eyeing the ropes and the leather that kept her bound tight, that everything was still as secure as it had been when they'd put it on her. "Nnnnngh... I needed that..." he panted. "I like things much better at my pace..."

"Hrrrm mmmm nnnnghf," she huffed, tail twitching.

Her muffled sounds of complaint, or agreement, or whatever she was trying to say just made him chuckle. "Hey Jon!"

It only took a few moments for him to appear this time, having evidently taken his roar of ecstasy as a signal to return--with one more rope in his hands. "All done?"

"Yes," he bobbed his head, beckoning him over. "Tuck your paws in against your body now," he said to their captive, pushing on her paws to guide the four of them towards her belly. She complied without anything more than a soft moan of uncertainty, waiting blindly as Jon tied a rope to them and fed it along her belly, pulling it tight along the shape of her hips and rump, so that it passed right over her sex--even dug into it a little!--before tying a loop around the base of her tail to keep it tight. She shivered a little at the feeling of the rope pressing against her sensitive flesh, then tried to extend her paws away from her body a bit--and grunted, stopping immediately and whining as that made the rope go taut and pull tight against her sex, rubbing teasingly, almost painfully against her entrance and her clit!

"Nnngh... nnnf! Lmmmg mmf... mmm mmmf!" she panted in complaint, wriggling, as Jon tied the rest of that rope around her waist, to pin the crotch rope to her belly and make sure she couldn't twist it away from her slit. "Mmmmghf!"

"Alright now, Apida," Mallak nuzzled her neck, chuckling. "It's been fun, but it's time for me'n my gang to move on--"

"Nnnnnnnf!" she howled before he could say anything more, beginning to thrash before being reminded at once about that tight, uncomfortable rope running from her paws between her hind legs and holding very carefully still, pleading through the rope and leather around her jaws. "Nnngh... llllmmmmf! Lmmmt mm gmf!"

"Oh relax!" He gave her a spank. "You're far enough off the road that nobody'll find ya, and you should be able to claw your way outta those bags if you put a couple hours of work into it. But--" His paw moved to the crotch rope, giving it a firm tug and making her shudder. "It might just tease you a little."

"Nn-nnhf... lmmgf," she moaned unhappily, squirming.

"Most importantly, this'll make sure y'can't follow us." He gestured to Jon, who jogged away towards the horses, and spread his own wings, taking a couple of experimental flaps to loosen them up. "Can't afford to have a deputy followin' us around, y'see, even if all she wants to do is ride me. You understand."

Apida whined at him, taking an experimental gentle tug on the crotch rope, only wincing and whining louder when it dug into her sex. "Lllmmgf... lmmt mm gmf, mmmlf dnnh nnnhhmmmngh!"

"G'bye, then... Be sure to think of me while you're struggling!" And with that he took off, her last unhappy howl fading with distance as he spiraled upward, tacking west and fixing the position of the men on horseback beneath him. Perhaps the crotch rope was a bit mean, he thought as he flew, but it would slow her down some in case she kept her claws knife-point sharp, and either way it would cause enough of a mix of teasing and discomfort to make sure she would think twice before trying to bind him again!

If she could find him, anyway, and if his band managed to find the right job to take them farther west, that would get a lot less likely... And if she did anyway, well, there was always the chance she'd take him up on his request to lock herself into her shackles and bridle and give him the key...