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What a gorgeous day, Cothara thought to herself as she walked out of her cave, unfurling her wings and stretching them wide once she had the room to do so. After the heavy rains of the previous two days the ground was sure to be muddy down in the forest, but the rock around the mouth of her cave was already dry, and there was not a cloud to be seen; the day was already warm, and the winds gentle. It was a good day to fly.

She took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air, then flapped her wings a couple of times, experimentally, before bounding forward, reaching the end of her entry ledge and leaping off, falling for a couple of seconds... Then she banked and beat her wings hard, converting her speed into height as she caught the breeze, turned with it and rose up and up, letting out a joyous roar; she loved to fly, as most dragons did! She scanned the clear blue sky and the horizon to all sides, but nothing caught her attention, so she set a steady pace north.

Though her course wavered a bit, she knew exactly where she was going. Oh, she twisted to swoop over a brook here, she spiraled higher to peer through a valley leading northwest there, but regardless of what she might see she knew her destination: that low flat mountaintop ahead, the northern border of her territory... and where she most often saw the big green dragon who lived nearest to her.

Darvas...

He'd controlled the adjacent territory for a couple of years now, so they saw each other often, and despite the occasional spat over who had possession of this or that scrap of land, they rarely fought. Not because he was a much better fighter than her, or the other way around; he was stronger, but she was wily and quick and knew how to use that to her advantage. Cothara just preferred to be reasonable, so he wouldn't dislike her, or attack her on sight... She huffed to herself at the thought. She wouldn't really mind him attacking her, really, as long as, rather than trying to hurt her, he wanted something else instead...

If only he would take her hints! She'd been teasing him, flirting with him for over a year now, but he hadn't seemed to get the point, she grumbled in irritation; oh, he'd gotten annoyed and told her to either lift her tail or go away a couple of times, but she didn't want to just give herself to him, that wasn't the right way for the dragon she fancied to claim her! She wanted him to get as excited by the sight of her as she did when she saw him, she wanted him to stop listening to her insinuate it, to roar at her, to pounce and pin and take her and put all that desire into a good, hard mounting... The thought made her shiver in flight, claws on one of her hind paws curling for a moment, and she couldn't suppress a soft moan of desire.

The low rushing heat of excitement lingered for a little while longer, as it always did when she thought of Darvas, but a sharp gust returned her concentration to her flying, and by the time she arrived at that broad plateau she'd calmed back down, for the moment anyway. She circled the stretch of open rock, looking low and high into his territory--and there he was! His green blended in so well with the treetops sometimes, but she caught sight of him swooping up out of his eastern valley, and he roared in greeting when he saw her; she roared back cheerfully, then descended to the mountaintop. One of their earliest arguments had resulted in him making a low wall out of stray rocks and small boulders, to mark the line between his territory and hers, and she landed on her side of it, her tail raised and flicking back and forth as she watched him approach.

Darvas came up to the his half of the plateau from below, skimming the mountainside before clearing the edge, flaring his wings and stalling at once, seeming to hang in the air for a long moment with his whole body bunched up and his wings out wide... Then he tilted, flapped once, and landed hard enough to make the ground tremble.

"Cothara," he growled.

She rumbled back at him, arching her neck and leaning her head ever so slightly to one side. "Darvas... How are you on this fine day?"

He prowled closer to the 'border' between his land and hers, and settled back onto his haunches. "Well enough."

"Mmm, I can see that..." Cothara reached her snout over the rocks to sniff at his broad chest and the base of his neck, taking in that familiar, sharply masculine scent of his... trying not to twitch her tail when he snorted, but sniffed her neck in return! A low purr stirred in her throat, and she reluctantly pulled her head back after a moment. "Your scales have an extra shine to them today." She swung her head to one side, then the other, admiring them in the sunlight. "Have you been swimming?"

One of his paws tensed for a couple moments... but then he said, "fishing, actually. I snatched a few from the river early this morning; very tasty."

She licked her lips. "Sounds like! But either way, the water does make you look very nice, all clean and glistening..." Standing, she paced one way, then the other along the border, her tail lifted but her rump facing almost entirely away from him as she got a look at him from different angles, the tip of her tail flicking as she walked.

His eyes followed her, she saw, and not just her snout; her face flushed when his gaze flicked towards her rump, head craning the tiniest bit to try to get a glimpse of her rear, though she knew he'd only get the briefest glimpse before she turned! But her blush wasn't embarrassment from drawing his gaze there; she wanted it there, and to see the dragon she desired direct his attention there made that hot rush of excitement flare again, her breath quickening just a little, and she could feel her sex swell with desire...

Darvas snorted and tossed his head--and his nostrils flared; he could smell her arousal, she knew, already! Now if only he would respond in kind, show the same desire for her that she felt for him, and lunge over the rocks and claim her... She sat on her haunches across from him, to better hide her urge to squirm her hips back and forth, though once she did she instead had to try not grind herself against the earth. He eyed her for a long moment, eyes sweeping from her snout to her hips and back up again, then he said, "do you have any business on my lands today?"

She huffed; he sounded far too businesslike! Was he really not interested in a pretty, eager dragoness like her all but throwing herself at him? Still, she tried, "hmmm... Would you like me to come over?" Maybe it wouldn't be quite what she had in mind, but at least if he said yes he would still be taking the initiative! Instead of merely giving her the choice to do what she wished...

"I would like you to be clear with your intentions!" He lashed his tail. "You keep teasing and insinuating, you keep getting so... excited, but not once have you just come out and asked if I'm interested! Not once have you used that excitement to turn around and lift up your tail instead of just flirting!"

"I'm not just going to offer myself! A dragon doesn't wait for an invitation, doesn't wait for permission like a human would... When a dragon wants something, he fights for it, earns it, and takes what is his!" She growled back at him. "But if you don't think I'm worth pinning down and claiming," saying it out loud, she couldn't help but shiver at the mention of what she'd imagined so many times, "then I'm certainly not going to give myself to you."

He bared his teeth and snarled at her, leaning forward, beginning to pant himself. "You really think that? Do you believe every dragoness in the mountains wouldn't mind at all if we males flew around, fighting them and wrestling them down and forcing them whether they wanted it or not? You would hate us if we did," he snorted.

"Maybe, in general..." Why did he have to be so stubborn, so contrary? She was pretty, she wanted him--wanted him badly!--and he knew she was attracted to him... "But if a dragon knows that a certain dragoness is interested in him, and would enjoy it, then what's to stop him?"

"And what's to stop you?" he shot back. "You're a dragon too; as you said, you can fight for what you want, take what you want... If you're after a male, why not fight him for it?"

Cothara faltered for a moment. "I-I..." She thought about it for a little while, imagined pinning him down, grinding on him, taking him into her... but despite her arousal, that fantasy just wouldn't click for her! Then she realized why: "if I could defeat you, I would not see you as a worthy partner."

His growl got a bit louder, he took a tiny step closer to the border between them... She even caught a glimpse of the tip of his shaft between his hind legs, beginning to emerge--and despite all her flirting with him, she'd never had the privilege of seeing him fully out and fully hard before! Even the tip was a rare sight for her... His aggressive posture, the hot spike in his own scent as he began to get aroused as well made her squirm and moan a little, hips rocking once, and she screamed in her mind for him to do it, to leap across that line, to knock her over and hold her down and take her, nice and rough! His tail lashed, his wings mantled...

"Lift your tail... or go away."

She roared at him in frustration; how could he not understand? "You just don't get it! Until you're willing to make the effort to come take it..." She turned and took a few steps away from him, then lifted her tail up high to show him her slit, damp and swollen from her arousal. She let him stare for a moment, quivering, flushing hot in desire as she showed herself to him, wanting so badly for him to lunge at her and pin her down and... But he only took in the sight, panting, so she growled, "you can't have it," and flew away without another word.

Darvas tensed, snarled, spread out his wings... but even being so provocative wasn't enough to get him to chase her down, and he didn't fly after her. Her head drooped in disappointment once she was out of his line of sight, shivering a little as she sighed; of course the heated rush of energy that her arousal had brought would likely take some time to fade, but it didn't do much to ease her mood after the big handsome male had denied yet another advance, this one her boldest yet! She only wished she knew why: why did he say no? Was she... not good enough? Was he mounting some other dragoness? Was he gay, but afraid to admit it to her? Or one of any other number of reasons...

Her route home didn't meander as her flight up to the plateau had, and it took only a few minutes to see her back to her cave. Though the flight had been an easy one, her heart still pounded as she drifted down to her landing ledge, folded her wings and walked inside: even yet another refusal wasn't enough to wash away the heat that had coalesced from her thoughts of him, from the sight of him, from the scent of him... Letting out a low whine of desire, she folded her forelegs beneath her and raised her tail high, as if he'd said yes, as if she was presenting to him and he was about to give her what she'd wanted, dreamed about, tried to get from him for so long! Panting, trembling in place, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine it, the feeling of him bringing his weight down atop her, holding her against him... and especially how it would feel for him to push his way into her, spreading her, sliding in tight, and deep, then beginning to thrust... She rocked her hips, mimicking the motion, trembling as she pictured it, wanted it so badly, but her fantasies only made her need more powerful!

"Nnnnh..." Cothara humped at the empty air for a few more seconds, eyes closed, claws clenching against the ground-- Why, why did he have to say no!? She howled in arousal and frustration, tail lashing, one of her paws reaching back for a moment before she stopped herself; what was the point? She could take a paw to herself, or use her tongue, or her tail, or some combination of the three... but why bother? she thought with a sigh, quivering, slowly lowering her hips as well and rolling onto her side, slipping out of such a suggestive pose in hope that doing so would help her calm down a little. Pleasuring herself would feel good, yes, would put all this hot rushing energy to use... But in the end it wouldn't make her want him any less, and when it didn't end with his seed deep within her she knew from experience that she would only feel disappointed, not satisfied, especially when her every thought while she masturbated would be about him.

But, "rrrgh," her sex didn't know that she wouldn't be getting him today... Still she quivered in place, panting, her heart racing, that wet, swollen flesh under her tail feeling just as hot as it had while in his presence, and she just couldn't bring herself to think of anything other than Darvas fucking her at last. She rolled onto her other side, stretched her paws out, tossed her head and growled and lashed her tail, but nothing made her arousal die down even the slightest bit! So finally, moaning, she reached a paw between her hind legs and rubbed firmly, gasping at how sensitive she was in her state... But her body only took that as encouragement. Squirming on her side, she rubbed again, and again, exploring her entrance with that paw, feeling the heat, the dampness, rocking her hips as she stroked back and forth across her slit, giving the whole area attention at first--but after a little while her arousal focusing her movements, her paw sliding to that sensitive nub at the fore edge of her sex and staying there, rubbing back and forth against it, circling, holding still so she could grind against herself, and moaning low at the strong stimulation.

Her eyes closed as she shuddered, panted, groaned to herself; she imagined it was Darvas touching her, not herself, that he'd pressed himself up against her back, slid into her, and was thrusting while rubbing her clit with a paw to make sure she got as much pleasure as he could give her... It was impossible to fool herself into feeling a thick cock inside her, or believing that the paw wasn't her own, of course, but the image in her mind of him pressed tight against her, pushed deep inside her still excited her more, and she rubbed herself a little harder, a little faster, one hind leg lifted and tail curved out of the way, hips rocking firmly back and forth to grind against her touch, gritting her teeth, hind claws curling at the feeling. She could feel her excitement building, gasping, her whole body trembling as she worked herself up--

Then she heard the roar.

For a moment she wasn't sure if it hadn't been her imagination, picturing him holding her tight, pounding her, then roaring in ecstasy as he filled her... But then she heard a second roar, heard the beating of wings in the sky--so close already!--and knew it wasn't part of her fantasizing! Though her body protested by wracking her with a series of violent shudders, she pulled her paw from between her hind legs; she knew that was Darvas' voice, he was coming for her... perhaps finally he planned to say yes! She looked around her bare, tidy cave, considering where she should be, if she should go greet him... But considering what she'd been doing while he approached, she knew he'd smell her lust on her no matter what she did, even if he didn't catch her in the act, as he'd come almost embarrassingly close to doing. She drew in a breath, but knew she wouldn't be able to roar back without her voice trembling, and just sighed, taking a deep breath, then another, trying to regulate her breathing... but only a couple of seconds later he landed, sending a blast of wind into her cave as he flexed his wings, then folded them, put down the big canvas bag he was carrying...

A bag? What was that for? What had he brought to her?

She chose not to get up from where she lay, on her side, her legs lying in pairs, part-way extended, her tail curled the other way, her rump angled just enough towards the entrance that once he came inside he'd be able to see the wet, flushed sex she'd been fondling until just a few moments ago. Again trying to collect herself, she managed to keep her voice steady enough to say, "Darvas? What brings you here?"

"What else but you?" He snorted and came inside, using his tail to drag the bag along behind him.

"Oh?" She tilted her head, glancing at herself for a moment, towards her rump, towards her swollen slit... then back at him, trembling as, as she'd hoped, he followed her gaze and took in the sight of her, still so horny, for a couple of long moments...

"I've decided to grant you your wish," he said, straightforward as ever, but at least the beginnings of a pant, the way his nostrils flared, the hungry look directed her way revealed that yes, at last he was interested in her!

Cothara tried to contain a shiver of excitement, gathering herself and getting to her feet... too aroused to lower her tail, even when her rump wasn't facing his way. "Mmmmmh... At last," she rumbled, nipping at his nose... but glancing uncertainly at the bag he'd brought, unable to be entirely sure of his intentions until she knew what was inside.

He snorted. "I will... on the condition that you give yourself up to me to do to you whatever I choose."

"I--" She pawed at the ground, uncertainly. "What do you mean?"

Growling, he pulled the bag in front of him, opening it, reaching inside and pulling out some sort of leather device, with straps, buckles... Then she shuddered as she saw what it was: a muzzle. He meant to tie her down! "You will let me bind you and use you however I wish."

Her eyes went wide at the idea of being tied, being made helpless, subject to his desires for as long as he chose... The thought made her tremble, half in nervousness, half in excitement. "I-I...!"

Darvas growled again, reaching forward with the muzzle, and draping it over her snout! She whined softly, she squirmed... but she didn't pull away; she'd wanted him for so long, wanted him so badly, her sex ached at how needy she was after having nearly finished pleasuring herself to the thought of him claiming her! She couldn't risk saying no to his demand only to watch him leave, possibly never to show interest in her again... Even if it meant being tied up, and submitting entirely to his will. She trembled nervously, but stayed quiet and as still as she could manage, allowing him to buckle the leather straps tight across her snout, two bands pinning her jaws together, a third going around her head and another behind her horns to hold it all in place.

"Nnnh... Mmmrf," she mumbled, then just whimpered as the tight straps made her words unintelligible; until he took the muzzle off, she wouldn't even be able to speak to him!

He eyed her, then reached into the bag again. "Give me your paws."

She blushed hot as he pulled out two more piece of gear, stout leather pouches, a strap, a buckle... But she lifted a paw, huffing softly, and let him put first one forepaw, then the other, into the snug mittens, trapping her claws inside them--and she shuddered again, realizing that now she couldn't get any of this gear off without his help. She'd never been bound before, had only once or twice even imagined it, and now that it was happening, now that there was no going back, a knot of nervousness began to form in her belly. What if he abused her? What if he clawed her up, beat her, bit her... Or did something humiliating, or something she might not enjoy, or refused to let her go once he was finished? Whining again, she looked nervously at him, but he only growled and pulled out some more leather.

"Crouch and lift your tail for me."

The request made her moan. So many times she'd imagined doing so, wanted him to ask her, wanted to display herself to him anyway! But now that he was finally asking after muzzling her, after pulling her forepaws into mitts, and with more bondage waiting for her... She trembled all over, nervously--but remembered after a moment, that he would mount her at last if she did, that she would finally get what she'd wanted! Her face flushed still hotter, but she did as he requested, turning around, then lowering her chest and lifting her rump and tail high... Moaning as he stopped to just take in the view, extending his snout forward, making her tremble as she felt his breath between her legs while he took a close look and a good sniff of her slit!

"You must really want me," he rumbled, chuckling. "To give yourself up so completely, to be so hot, so wet before I even touch you..." Cothara whined back, nodding, watching him, wanting him to put that leather down and just mount her already, and stop wasting time with the bondage! It wasn't like she would run away or reject him without it... But instead he continued with whatever plan was in his head, draping the leather across her hips, those central straps leading to a trio of cuffs: one around each thigh, and the third buckled tight around the base of her tail, keeping her from lowering it more than the slightest bit.

He didn't ask for her assistance with the rest of the gear. A stout metal spreader bar went between her ankles, making her spread her hind legs wide apart, and he pulled her forelegs out from under her, guiding them back as far as they could reach and binding the mitts tight to the thigh-cuffs, so each paw was held tight to the outside of the thigh. She grunted softly and tugged on the straps, but her paws wouldn't budge... and with her tail lifted and legs spread by the other gear, she was stuck that way! Totally exposed, helpless, immobile... The predicament only made her moan, shivering, temptation building again to rock her hips, her built-up lust from the morning already helping her imagination revise her previous fantasies to include this bondage: picturing the big green dragon mounting her while she was bound, helplessly subjected to his will as he pounded her, used her, gave them both so much pleasure... The thought only made her shudder more powerfully, and she couldn't keep from gently rocking back and forth when the desire rose up again! Barely noticing as he tied her wings to her back to keep them out of the way, then secured the free end of her tail to those straps, so it couldn't lash about either, leaving her tightly bound, immobile, helpless... ready, waiting for him to mount her.

"Nnnh... Mmmm, tmmm mf..." she panted, her head twisting and craning back to try to keep her eyes on him. There wasn't any part of her left to tie up, surely now he would mount her... Again, she could see the tip of his shaft poking from his slit, and she wiggled her rump at him, inviting; she'd been imagining this for a year, and she was so close!

"So desperate..." he murmured. "You're so desperate for me that you're constantly flirting with me, constantly hinting, teasing, trying to get my attention, so desperate that you'll let me tie you up if it means I'll take you at last... So desperate, you can't stand the thought of me waiting to mount you for another minute, can you?" Seeing her eyes on him, he rocked his hips suggestively, his more of his cock sliding out now as she watched him, and he took in the view of her tightly bound form... And as he slipped out and went hard she moaned; that cock was every bit as big as she'd always imagined it to be, and finally getting to see him fully aroused only made her somehow even more horny!

"But if I was just going to mount you... What would the point of the bondage be? I knew you'd be more than willing to lift your tail, after all." Darvas bared his teeth in a devious grin, then he lifted a forepaw and groped that needy sex of hers.

"Nnnnghf!" His touch made her writhe in place, forepaws pulling forward on the cuffs as she tried to grind against his paw... only for him to take it away again! She whined softly in need, hips rocking, panting and squirming as that moment of stimulation, the first he'd ever given her, only made her want so much more. "Lllmmmmgh... mmmrrrf!" she groaned.

"As for the reason, well..." He looked down at his hard shaft for a moment, so she'd look at him as well, and moan, and shiver... "All the times you flirted with me, all the times you teased, gave me glimpses, all the times you tried to get me to mount you only to leave instead of presenting yourself, or not quite get that far, or to argue with me instead... All the times you left right when you were starting to get me interested... I need to make you pay for those."

Cothara groaned and struggled weakly, shaking her head; she did pay for those! Every time she had left him, she'd left as much or more disappointed than he'd been, while he had only appeared annoyed or angry, not turned on! "Nnngh... nn-nnnf... mmmf!"

"So now that I've got you, you pretty, evil little tease... I think I need to tease you for a while."

She whined, her eyes wide, and shook her head. "Nnnngf!" Couldn't he see, couldn't he smell, how incredibly horny she was already? She was teased, teased by his presence, teased by all her failures to properly gain his interest, teased by her imagination, by the sight of his cock, by her lifted tail and the bondage and everything about this situation! She squirmed, but it was no use, and she looked back at him with a nervous, needy moan.

"Besides... after all those brief little teases and glimpses, I think I deserve a good long look back here." He chuckled, lifting his paw again, leaning his head in close to watch, then oh so gently stroking her entrance... Once, then a second time, then pressing his paw gently against her folds, to feel her shivering, feel her trying to grind against him, feel how hot she was before he began to caress the area. She squirmed, and huffed, and groaned in lust as she felt his paw exploring her, gently rubbing around the base of her tail, her flanks, her inner thighs and lower belly... He traced a circle around her sex, massaged the thick muscles of her hind legs and rump even as they quivered from the tension, from her need; he panted softly throughout, still so alluringly hard but otherwise displaying none of the needy urges her body showed him. Every new stroke made her tremble a little more, his paw coming so close to her swollen mound, clawtips trailing teasingly here and there but never where she wanted, never as strong as she wanted, never nearly as long as she wanted! She twisted, she moaned, she humped towards his paw, but none of it made him do any more than he intended... and he clearly intended to take things very slowly.

It felt like half an hour to her, but after perhaps five minutes his touch began to get a little firmer, a little slower, and instead of exploring all of her rear his paw at last began to focus on her hot, wet slit once again. He rubbed one side, then the other, then gently right down the center of her cleft... lifting his paw away before it could get too close to her clit, and making her whine softly in disappointment every time he did--especially after how bringing herself so close to an orgasm just before his arrival had left her so incredibly sensitive! She began to pull harder against her cuffs, to groan, to fight her bondage, but each successive gentle stroke of his paw stalled her attempts, making her shudder, and whimper in need, her desire telling her to just lie there with her tail up, and that the aroused male whose scent flooded her nostrils would be sure to take her soon! And even if she knew that wouldn't be the case, her lust still left her too weakened to struggle properly...

As if it would do her any good either way!

She whined louder at him, shuddering all over as that time his paw stayed against her a bit longer, and came tantalizingly close to the sensitive nub of flesh he'd been ignoring so far... then thrashing weakly when his paw just barely avoided it, wriggling and straining and trying to find his paw to grind against in the right place this time--only for him to stroke again, calming her struggles for just a moment before teasingly avoiding her clit yet again. "Rrrrngh... lmmmmgf... mrrrrf! Tmmmmmk mmmf... mmmmg, rrrrrrgh!" She groaned, panting hard--trembling from snout to tailtip when he did rub where she wanted that time! But his touch was so brief, and his next stroke, and the two, three, four after that all avoided that spot again... But then twice in a row he touched her there, and instead of struggling so much she began to moan louder and hump more, every touch feeling better than the last as now rather than stroking along her entrance he began to transition his attention towards her clit at last.

Though his tease had felt so slow before, now she barely even noticed the change as his paw stopped teasing and avoiding and began to mimic what her own paw had been doing a short while ago. It rubbed one way, then the other, back and forth, then in a different direction, then a brief circular motion... His touch was still gentle and slow, but it was consistent, and the more his paw stayed in such a sensitive spot the more she loved it! She moaned, she shuddered over and over, hips rocking smoothly in place to encourage him to do more, more, to heat her up and mount her and make her cum hard! "Nnnngh... mmmmmmmm... mmmh, mmmf!" she panted to him, feeling hotter, hornier, more sensitive than she ever had in her life as the dragon she'd dreamed of for so long was finally touching her, pleasuring her, giving her so much attention...

It took several minutes of his paw rubbing her just there for her to begin to struggle again. It felt so good, but now she began to notice that it wasn't getting any stronger, that she was so achingly aroused but his touch wasn't getting her any closer to her climax, and he wasn't showing any signs of starting to rub more firmly! Moaning, feeling lost in the haze of the steady pleasure, her movements began to get more insistent, shuddering, squirming and panting hard and trying to grind much more firmly against his paw, and letting out a soft howl of frustration when he knew just how to move his paw with her to ensure she didn't get any more stimulation than he wanted her to. She tried again, to hump faster and stronger, claws clenched tight, gritting her teeth at the effort... but it was no use! "Rrrrrgh!" she groaned, struggling, but still feeling so weak in the face of all the stimulation, trembling, pulling powerlessly against the tight bondage, whining plaintively to him for more... But he just grinned at her, his paw beneath her tail refusing to change its pace, its pressure, anything at all, and after a couple desperate, needy thrashes she just whimpered again, jaws grinding beneath the muzzle, hips twitching this way and that as she shivered again and again in arousal, just wanting him to mount her, wanting him to take her, thrust, bring them both to climax, not caring what he did as long as he reared up and fucked her hard, as soon as possible!

Cothara had no idea how long he kept of that gentle, horrible tease, but by the time he finally lowered his paw her sex felt as if it had caught fire, throbbing and aching in need, her entire rump twitching as she thrashed and bellowed from the denial. She bucked, she humped the empty air, she twisted back and forth and pulled against the tight straps holding her paws and tail still, keeping her so helpless... But it was no use, and with another bellow of frustration she slumped against the ground, gasping, looking back at him and trying to plead for release however she could, whimpering as he prowled around in front of her, smirking and nipping at her neck--only making her shudders worse.

"I've given you a lot of pleasure now, you tease... But before I'll give you what you want, you need to give me some as well."

"Nnngh...? Llllmmf... lmmmt mm rmf..." she could only pant back to him, wondering what he wanted, why he wouldn't just mount her for that pleasure he wanted...

He rubbed his forepaw, damp with her own fluids, across her snout. "I could torment you so much more... But I'm starting to need it too, so I'll make you a deal, tease: you suck me off, and if you do a good job, I'll mount you once I've recovered."

The request made her blush so much more. Just do it, part of her screamed, so forceful that she nearly gave her assent the instant he finished the proposal; she needed him inside her so badly! But at the same time... horny as she was, to submit so utterly that she'd be willing to give him oral while bound, after being left so needy by his tease, felt so humiliating--but what if she said no? Would he tease her just as much as he just had, then give her the same choice once she was even more desperate? She whined at him... but after a moment relented and tilted her head; she would do it. "Mmmhmf..."

"That's a good tease. Let me help you with this..." He took hold of her head, reaching for the buckles and removing her muzzle, putting it off to the side as she stretched out her jaws--then creeping forward a couple of steps, putting that big cock of his within her reach. She moaned softly at the sight of it up so close, getting a good look at the shape, the size of it, and squirming as the sight only made her imagine it thrusting in and out of her even more. "Go on..." Darvas brought her back to her duties, "show me how much you want it..."

Putting her task that way only deepened how... submissive it would feel... But with her sex burning, and her whole body trembling from her unfulfilled lust, the faster she did this, the better she did this, the sooner she would get her release! So she lifted her head and nosed at it gently, then licked to get an initial taste of him, her tongue running gently along the underside of his length... But she could feel as much as hear a rumble of impatience coming from him despite the way he huffed and thrust forward at her first gentle touches, and her own body wanted this over with as fast as possible as well! So she parted her jaws and reached forward, her tongue and lips meeting his tip, squeezing it for just a moment before taking him into her maw, pushing her snout slowly forward--until one of his forepaws found the back of her head and roughly pushed her nose all the way to his belly, forcing her to take all of him at once! She gulped and struggled a little in protest, the end of his shaft tickling at the back of her mouth, but recovered after a moment, rubbing her tongue along his length, suckling gently, twisting her head a tiny bit to better fit him in her maw.

She moaned around him, then closed her eyes and tried to lose herself in the task he'd given her. It may have been--at long last--her first encounter with him, but she'd been mounted before, she'd sucked a cock before, and she knew what she was doing. Writhing a little in place, her arousal still raging beneath her tail, she tried to use his taste, his scent, the feel of him on her tongue and the feeling of her arousal to shut out the negatives of the situation... She'd lusted after him for the longest time, after all, and had imagined sucking him off before! So she slowly bobbed her head, lips squeezing, suckling and sliding her tongue gently back and forth, side to side, feeling him thrust, and shudder, and hearing his groans of approval, tasting the first early droplets of his seed on her tongue and taking it as encouragement to continue. She tried to keep herself focused on his cock, but in her horribly aroused state, servicing him only made her even more unbearably horny, especially as thoughts of what he said he'd do after this raced through her mind!

Though it was hard to tell when she could only see his belly and hind legs, he didn't seem to mind any mistakes she may have made, any scrapes of her teeth or the like; she squirmed and humped in need throughout, but with her paws tightly bound she was in no danger of going anywhere, and perhaps the sight of her struggling and wriggling while pleasuring him turned him on more! For before long his forepaw was pushing firmly on the back of her head once again, pinning her snout against him so it was much more him humping her nose than her rocking her head back and forth, and he growled in lust, panting hard, hunching over her... With her head held in place, she just concentrated on sucking, keeping pressure on the underside of his cock with her tongue as it slid in and out, and making sure her teeth were well out of the way, flexing her claws, gasping when she had a chance for breath, and all the while wriggling and moaning and rocking her hips in need!

Darvas hadn't been getting any stimulation from her while he'd teased her, but still he didn't make her wait long; soon he shuddered, and pushed her head even harder against his belly, then with a roar he released himself into her waiting maw. Twitching and struggling a little with her body and limbs all pinned in place, no way to help herself cope with his load, she gulped down his spurts as fast as she could, her own hips grinding hard, mimicking his own movements as she wished his cock was somewhere it would feel just as good for her as it did for him... After a few long moments his orgasm finished, and she swallowed the last of his seed, then sucked air, breathing hard, moaning softly--and when she was able to think through her lust enough to notice his shaft was still in her maw, she obediently licked him clean before his forepaw relaxed, then moved away, letting her pull her head back at last.

"Such a good tease," he groaned, sitting back on his haunches, smiling to her as he enjoyed his afterglow. "I should have done this long ago..."

Cothara shivered at the thought. "Nnnh... now... my turn?" She looked hopefully up at him, then at her raised, exposed rump, wriggling it back and forth in the air. "Please!"

"Sshhhh..." He picked up her muzzle back, making her whine, but she had no way to stop him-- "You know I'll need a little while to recover before being ready to go again," he chuckled. "Now be still, that's it..."

She huffed a little in complaint, but kept her head in place, obedient, as her captor muzzled her tight once again. "Nnnnh... mmmm, nnnnd mmmmf..."

"Soon, tease, soon... Here, this should keep you occupied." He circled back around behind her, and resumed rubbing her clit, as if he'd never even stopped.

"Nnnnngh--!" She bucked in place; if anything, the pause in his attention had only made her even more sensitive! Now every little rub made her twitch, and grind at his paw, and moan in pleasure and need together, but she was still helpless, bound tight, squirming uselessly as he rubbed on, and on, and on... Frustration made her struggle and yowl and thrash, gasping, but it was so hard to do anything but squirm and moan to him for more with his paw on her clit, with the taste of his seed on her tongue, and her eyes flicked impatiently back and forth between her rear, and his snout, and his belly. She could only wait for him to be ready for her again, watching his expression and his half-hard cock as she was forced to wait... and squirm... and groan again and again from the touch of his paw.

He kept her waiting for several minutes, and he teased her for every single second of them. She moaned, she shuddered, she rocked her hips desperately back and forth, but she was at his mercy, watching and waiting while his breathing grew more regular, and he went stiff again, and his hips began to rock, much more smoothly than her own... and while he watched her squirm, seeming to want her as desperate as he could possibly get her! And she certainly was desperate, whining and struggling and trembling all over, so needy, feeling like she would explode the instant he slid into her, if he'd just stop torturing her and mount her already!

"That should do it..." Darvas stood up, pawing at himself instead for just a moment, testing himself... and groaning in pleasure; he was set for another round. "Are you ready for me, tease?"

"Nnnngh... Mmmmhmmmf! Lllllmmmmgh!" She bobbed her head up and down eagerly, already shivering even more at the sight of him standing there, fully hard, with her exposed to him...

"Good." And then at last, he mounted her.

If she hadn't been bound tight, her shudders of anticipation and arousal might have tipped him from her back; even still, it took far too much effort to will her hips motionless, so he could line himself up properly. He took his time regardless, pushing her bound tail to the side, bringing his weight down atop her, wrapping his forelegs around her midsection and nuzzling at the base of her neck, his shaft rubbing on her belly once, twice, then he gathered himself and thrust into her waiting sex, hard.

"Rrrrrnnngh!" She was wrong; she didn't explode, much less orgasm the instant he finally penetrated her, but she did writhe in ecstasy, howling and clenching her claws and grinding roughly back at him, gritting her teeth at the feeling of him stuffing her tight, deep, filling her just as she'd imagined so many times--and with the tease leaving her so sensitive, it felt even more incredible than she'd ever believed it would. Moaning and whining for more already, she hoped that he wouldn't tease her with his pace as he'd teased her with his paw! But to her relief he began to thrust almost at once, nice and firm, and once he did she had no more reason to struggle, or to complain; she only groaned in pleasure, wriggling and grinding herself back against him, gasping for air as he took her.

It didn't take long for Cothara to reach her climax, with his big, thick cock inside her... She was so worked up already, so distracted by how amazing it felt that she had no warning; one moment she was grinding smoothly against him, and the next she howled, she bucked, and thrashed beneath him, her insides clamping down hard on his shaft, making him groan as well as her sex seized and twitched all around him. Her mind went utterly blank as the powerful orgasm dragged on, and on, and on, breaths short and sharp, spasms wracking her, twitching back and forth in her bondage... She only regained her awareness when she felt his shaft pulse within her, then a moment later felt him leave his seed in her depths, groaning and flushing in satisfaction as she came down from her incredible peak, with the evidence of his own ecstasy left deep inside her as he groaned, went still, and after a few moments got off of her.

"Nnngh... Mmmmrmmmff..." She moaned to him in bliss, panting hard to recover her breath, her body still twitching from time to time as her finally-sated lust began to wind down, leaving her exhausted, shivering a little... and satisfied, to the point that she didn't even consider struggling as he sat on his haunches and watched her, contemplative--but of what?

After a couple of minutes he stirred at last, reaching up and, to her relief, beginning to remove the gear that held her so tight. "I think..." he groaned, as he worked, "that I would not mind to see you again, this way..."

Still muzzled, she couldn't question him about his words, or voice any desire to mate with him while free, or even admit how much she'd enjoyed being taken while bound... Even if the teasing had been so evil, she'd loved the orgasm at the end! But finally she could lower her tail, bring her hind legs together, and she rolled onto her side with a soft moan, stretching her legs out, rumbling up at him, blushing.

"So here's what I'm willing to offer you... Cothara," he finally used her name, as he removed the mittens, and at last her muzzle. "If you want me to take you again, come over to my cave and let me bind you--or, if I come to you, submit and let me tie you up however I wish."

"I-I--!" She squirmed in place at the thought of giving herself to him again, of being tightly bound, of suffering such a tease again! "Would... you tease me so much again... if I did?"

Darvas smirked at her. "Do you want me to?"

The thought only made her shudder, claws curling... "Nh... The... end felt so incredible... but everything before that was torment! I'd rather do things more... normally."

"Well, the nice thing about tying you up is," his grin grew still wider, "that's not a choice you get to make. Perhaps I'll cut back on the teasing in the future, but I may still do some, or I may make you use your maw first, or work to earn it some other way."

She whined softly, blushing, wriggling in place at the thought of him tying her down again. She imagined him teasing her again, making her suck him again... even imagined him making her service him multiple times before mounting her, or making her wait a day or longer in bondage, or who knew what else he might decide!

And the thought was already turning her on again.

"I'll... come over tomorrow, then." There was no avoiding it. She'd enjoyed this, despite herself, and he likely knew that as well as she did; if she tried to say no, he'd insist, perhaps even force her into it. And that-- It sounded just fine, to her.

He rumbled, getting all his gear packed away into the bag and knotting its top loosely, to keep it from opening in flight. "Good! I'll be sure to prepare for you. Make sure you're well rested..." He flicked his tail, and rocked his hips a couple of times.

"Of-- Of course." She quivered at the thought, stretching out as he slung his bag across his back and turned to leave. But-- "Darvas?"

"Yes?"

"...thank you for coming over. I'd wanted you for so long."

"I know. I was... worried you wouldn't like the bondage."

Cothara flicked her tail. "I don't know if I'd let any other male do it. But for you... I like it."

He purred, spreading his wings out and flapping them once. "I'll make sure to give you more then... As much as you can handle." And with that, he loped outside and flew off, leaving her to rest and recover.

She stretched again, then curled up and yawned, feeling so drained by all that he'd put her through. She needed a good long nap... And this time she didn't expect to be disturbed by fantasies about him finally coming to claim her, now that he'd actually done so at last.