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Gusty days were miserable for flighted creatures, and dragons were no exception. Even with their great weight to stabilize them, their equally great wingspan made it that much easier for the wind to get up under their wings at the wrong angle or from the wrong direction, making flight difficult, tiring, even dangerous.

Hueroc had just about had enough of it. The higher altitude winds were directly contrary to the direction he was trying to go--not to mention the gusts up there were far stronger!--but the easier winds closer to the ground were also more unpredictable, buffeting him first to one side, then the other, pushing on his wings in ways that he did not like in the slightest as he flapped along through the valley. He couldn't let himself relax for a second, having to focus on every wingbeat lest the wind push against one of his wings at the top or bottom of a stroke and knock him off balance! It had happened a couple of times already, but he'd managed to right himself and keep flying, even though the effort made his shoulders ache.

When it happened a third time though, the gust was so strong against the underside of his left wing that it nearly managed to flip him upside down! His legs and wings flailed, he yelped in surprise, and finally by folding his wings entirely he managed to roll himself back over, snapping them back out again just in time to catch himself before he descended low enough to risk ramming into the treetops. "Stupid wind!" he snarled, at no one in particular--the elements themselves, perhaps--and as soon as he saw a big enough clearing in the forest below he flared his wings, got his hindquarters beneath him, and very nearly dropped straight down to the grassy field below. His strong hind legs absorbed the impact of the heavy landing, then he let his forequarters down with another, slightly softer thud.

The leaves and branches of the trees around him rustled as the wind blew them about, but they blocked out the worst of the gusts that had troubled him up in the air. After taking a moment to stretch, the bright red-scaled dragon extended his wings, one at a time, to nose over their sensitive membranes, feel at the bones underneath, and gave them both a few experimental flexes and flaps before he was satisfied: his shoulders were sore from the effort and the wind's attempts to hyperextend the joints, but he was unhurt. It didn't seem right, perhaps, but for now he could walk, give his wings a break and wait for the damned wind to hopefully die down.

Of course, walking was its own trial, as he quickly discovered--it certainly wasn't a method of travel he used often! Dragons were large creatures, and though finding gaps in the trees he could fit through wasn't that difficult, he had to keep his wings tucked in tight and his head low, or hanging branches would rap off his horns or snag his wings, and another few leaves and broken-off twigs seemed to spill down onto his back every time he passed another tree. Muttering his annoyance, he shivered his wings and shoulders to try and shake them off of him as he went, but every time he did, more soon collected between his wings. Not to mention how much slower this was than flying... Peering ahead through the trees, he tried to spy out another clearing: he'd only been going ahead on foot for a few minutes, and already it was trying his patience!

At last Hueroc found one, and upon emerging from the trees he paused first to shake himself vigorously from snout to tailtip, letting all the detritus of the forest fall from his back. Arching his neck, he took a deep breath and sighed. That was better. Now to test the air... would his flight be any easier now? Rearing up onto his hind legs, tail lashing behind for balance, he extended his snout up about as far as his head could reach-- Nope. Still very windy, he only needed a moment of feeling the wind in his face to know that! He sighed again as he dropped back down onto all fours, annoyed this time, and raked a row of furrows in the ground with his claws. He could stop and take a nap, he supposed, or keep walking... He sniffed the air, more for the scents than the wind this time, curious if he could pick out any threats: humans, or another dragon who wouldn't want to find him on their territory, or even maybe something more enjoyable like the trail of some decent-sized prey to snack on!

He did pick out something distinctly reptilian--the scent was almost like that of a dragon, that was for sure, to the point that it seemed almost jarring to him how similar the scent was despite that it was most definitely not actually from a dragon! His tail swished curiously, and he began to follow the scent across the clearing, turning his course not directly across but to one side, where it led him to... something? Yes, there was some sort of cord strung across the ground here, suspended between two stakes and running between the largest gap in the trees. Short stakes though, so that the cord was almost entirely hidden by the grass: he wouldn't have seen it if he hadn't been looking! Perhaps this mechanism had been left by, or dropped by, whatever creature he was smelling? He knew there were some reptilian, even draconic bipeds, perhaps that was what had caught his nose so curiously. He nosed at the strand, trying to determine how fresh the scent was.

Snap!

He had only pressed his snout against the tightly strung cord for a moment when whatever it was attached to sprang to life! Thick ropes seemed to spring up from all around him, where they'd been hidden in the grass, coiling around him and yanking in different directions before he could get a chance to react other than to bellow in surprise! Something tugged his neck nearly straight down against the ground, while his forepaws, hinds, even tail were all tugged sideways--even upward! He fell heavily, his paws all tugged out from beneath him, as the ropes pulled themselves tight, extending each caught limb about as far as it could stretch. "Rrrr-- let go--!" he snarled, tugging against them, but whatever had pulled them tight was unrelenting: it wouldn't give him any slack to work with, and none of his limbs could budge!

When just pulling against the coiling ropes wasn't enough, he growled, forcing himself to stop and take stock of the situation. A loop of rope pinned his neck to the ground--thankfully only putting pressure on the back of his neck, not his windpipe--tightly enough that he could barely move his head or bend his neck. Turning it as far as he could--not far--he managed to catch sight of his forepaws, which were cinched together at the wrists and pulled off to one side. He twisted them back and forth, trying to get at the rope, but couldn't reach the coil, couldn't even reach the rope that kept them extended in that direction, it was so tight! His head couldn't turn far enough to see his hindquarters, but he could feel: one hind leg had wound up bent in half, his ankle pressed against the back of his thigh and the limb pulled in the same direction as his fores. His other hind paw had been caught at the ankle, and pulled straight up into the air--towards a nearby tree trunk perhaps--and when he pulled on that rope he heard a jingling noise, almost like a little bell. Probably to alert whoever had left this--this trap, he guessed... His wings were free, for whatever good that was, but even his tail had been snagged, caught in two places and pinned against the ground beside him.

Hueroc growled. Great. If not for that stupid wind this never would have happened! And now he was caught... Well. It was just rope right? And he was a dragon, big, strong, with sharp claws and fangs that could cut through it easily! This trap couldn't hold him! Gritting his teeth, he tensed up and yanked against the coils, pulling harder... harder... feeling the rope dig into his scales a little, but that wouldn't stop him--how was none of it yielding even an inch to his strength? What was holding them? He twisted and thrashed, trying to relax and pull again, to tug in different directions, something-- It wasn't working! "Come on..." he growled again, beginning to twist his forepaws again, trying to find enough space to slip one paw free, or get his claws into the rope somehow. Ugh. That one was really tight, he could feel his paws starting to tingle as pulling against the rope made it dig more tightly into his wrists! And he didn't seem to be making any progress either, he couldn't find the rope with his sharp claws, he couldn't get either paw to budge... At least he had his fangs free, but they couldn't reach anything either! His neck was pinned down behind his head, where they couldn't possibly reach, and fire was useless here: he could only spit it in a narrow range ahead of him, which in any case would just set the forest alight. It'd endanger him more than it would help!

Come on, Hueroc, he thought to himself--already panting a little from his efforts to wriggle free. There had to be something he could do! Maybe... Could he get any more leverage against the rope on his neck? He arched his back the little he could, hearing that bell jingle some more, and tried to push... but no, he'd need to get his forelegs beneath him to be able to put any strength into trying to stand, and the bonds keeping them pulled to the side prevented that!

What about squirming towards his forepaws to give them a bit more slack? He twisted and writhed, he pulled on the different ropes, but not only was it so hard to move when all his limbs were tied and he had to try wriggling like a snake instead of having any proper leverage, his hindquarters were virtually locked in place by the ropes pulling him in three different directions, and his shoulders were just as difficult to move, with his neck pinned and forelegs already extended! He thought he might have made a bit of progress--maybe--but still he couldn't get his forepaws free.

He was stuck.

"Great," he muttered, and bucked again in frustration before settling down, definitely panting now from his efforts. Whoever had left this trap, they'd set it up well, strong enough to even hold a dragon! If Ellora found him like this she'd surely spend a little while giggling and enjoying the sight before cutting him loose... Quite a sight it would be, too, with his hind legs pulled apart and tail held out of the way! His slit and even rump were quite exposed... Huffing, he twisted his hindquarters again, unable to slip free. Yeah, she'd sure have fun if she got him in a position like this...

He grunted when that made something slip free that would be no help in his attempts to escape, and he blushed as he felt his shaft emerge from his slit, gradually swelling and growing stiff, the heat of his flesh resting against his belly and bound haunch. How on earth would he explain that to whoever found him in this trap? Just thinking about it made him feel embarrassed, but his arousal didn't seem interested in going away, either! Thinking about his mate had dredged up all those wonderful memories of her tying him up and teasing, pleasuring, enjoying him, and being tied up--even not by her--with nothing to distract him made it hard not to recall how her paw, and tail, and tongue could feel when she teased him... "Nnnnh." He groaned softly, and shivered, his hips pivoted slowly--and his arousal only grew stronger when it occurred to him that he couldn't even touch himself like this!

Think, Hueroc... Think... No not about being suckled on, think about breaking free! He wriggled some more, but there was a distinct grinding motion to the squirms of his hips now, and his panting was from more than just his attempts to struggle. "Nnnnngh... Come on..." His back arched again, and he yanked back and forth on all the ropes--humped the air, starting to really crave some stimulation too!--twisting this way and that, clenching his claws and struggling... "Rrrrrh!" It was no use!

A soft high chuckle, almost a giggle, made him freeze. "Well what have we here?" said a voice.

It had come from somewhere in the direction of his forepaws, and it wasn't his mate, that was for sure! It was hard to see out of the corner of his eye... but he managed to squint a little better, in time to see a small, reptilian biped emerge from the undergrowth. It really was small, only the size of a human child, with blue and white scales, a nearly draconic snout, horns even, and light leather armor, carrying a pack over one shoulder and a sharp-looking spear taller than it was. He blushed hotter still, and began to writhe again as it approached, eying the weapon--he couldn't defend himself like this, quite vulnerable in the ropes!--and hurried to try to pacify it. "H-hey-- Can you-- give me a little help here?"

The creature paused--a kobold, he dredged up the name of the race from his mind, he'd never really encountered them before--and after a moment noticed his eyes on the weapon. It hesitated for a long moment, eyes sweeping over him, from his snout to his tail... that gaze lingering between his legs, where he remained quite aroused. But finally it--she, the scent told him--set down the spear, and smirked. "That depends... What sort of help are you asking for?"

Now that was embarrassing. Hueroc blushed, and huffed, and yanked on his bonds again without success, before managing to growl, "asking--rrrrrh... to cut me loose!"

The kobold hefted her pack off her shoulder and opened it, her own short tail twitching side to side, a little frown on her short blunt muzzle as she looked inside, then at him--at his snout, not his cock, at least. "I see. Well. Dragons are dangerous, I'm sure you're well aware, and I'm not sure I like the sound of that growl. You might be a danger to me if I did set you free..." She pulled a leather contraption from her pack and began to straighten it out: a muzzle, maybe a bridle! "So it might be safer for me to leave you there to cool off for a few hours. Just to make sure you play nice."

The sight of the muzzle made him bare his teeth out of instinct--but no, that would definitely be the wrong impression to give! He did his best to control the impulse... still more than the usual amount of fang showed, but he hoped it would convince her he wouldn't be out to hurt her... If anything really he wanted to pleasure himself, not attack anyone! He wriggled, hips hips rolling back and forth a bit more. "I won't hurt you... You have my word," he said, managing to keep his voice more level this time. "Just cut me free so I can go on my way."

"Hmmmm..." She eyed him critically for a few more long moments, as he squirmed, but then her eyes wandered towards his belly again, and her smirk reappeared. "What's in it for me if I do? It's not often I catch a dragon... let alone one who seems so excited to be caught," she chuckled again, then to his dismay walked out of his field of view, towards his hindquarters! He thrashed, but couldn't get his eyes on her again, let alone get free, let alone do anything to protect his slit and his hard shaft... "It might be a lot of fun to just watch you squirm a while, or see if I can make you whimper for me..."

It was impossible to keep from shivering when one of her little hands stroked along his length, and he was unable to stifle the moan of pleasure either, his hips twitching towards the kobold's touch. "Nnnngh--" Come on--he needed to control himself, but... his body was really craving some pleasure considering what usually happened when he was tied up! "Leave-- leave that alone!" he managed to stammer, though with how he'd responded initially, he wasn't sure how easy it would be to dissuade her!

"Oh yes... That does seem like it'd be a lot of fun." She touched him again, then squeezed gently with both hands, drawing a groan from him. "So tell me, dragon..." One of her hands stroked just behind the head of his length, making him moan and tremble all over from the sensation to such a sensitive spot! "Why should I deprive myself of such entertainment? It sure seems like you want some attention after all..."

"Rrrrrnh!" Hueroc closed his eyes and thrust firmly towards her even as he strained against the ropes--oh it was so hard to think with her hand gently teasing what was probably his favorite place for Ellora to touch! "Just-- please-- let me out...!" he finally managed to gasp, only with great effort able to make reason override lust!

To his relief she stopped, and walked back into his field of view, climbing over his outstretched, bound forelimbs to approach his head, that heavy leather muzzle in her hands again. "You're giving me mixed signals, dragon. I find you here stuck and horny all on your own, you moan and you grind when I touch you, and yet you tell me no... Do you really want me to leave you alone? Or should I shut you up and give you some of the attention your body quite plainly wants, whether you're willing to -ask- for it or not?" She held the muzzle open, watching him, her little green eyes meeting his big amber ones.

The red dragon blushed redder still. He was feeling far more aroused than he might have wanted to admit, it was true, but he didn't know this female, he had a mate, he hadn't meant to be stuck or get teased today... "Well..." he started, paused, and then the words came out in a rush. "I have a mate--she likes to bind and tease me, and I like it too! I got caught in this trap, and it excited me because of that, and then you came along, and it felt good-- But I only really want to play with her! The restraint was just familiar is all. I couldn't contain myself!"

The kobold thought some more, looking down towards his needy cock again, then back up--but her eyes paused somewhere else, instead, and when she disappeared from his range of vision again he realized she'd seen his collar. He felt the leather tug a little as she bent down to turn over the heart-shaped tag inscribed with his beloved mate's name, and then she said, "you must be a lot of fun to play with... It might have been quite the afternoon, but I believe you, dragon, don't worry. I'll let you go."

Relief flooded through him as she padded up to his head again. "Hold still now..." It was impossible not to be tense with someone standing at his neck holding something sharp, but he did as she'd asked--of course he did, he could barely move anyway!--and a moment later the pressure on the back of his neck faded.

"Ahhhh. Thank you," he groaned, and arched his neck, stretching it and yawning. As he flexed, she went over to cut out his forepaws as well--no, not cutting, she was untying the knots, he saw. Perhaps she wanted to set the trap back up once he'd gone? Either way he was content to wait for her to set him free, if a bit restless thanks to his continuing arousal, which her brief teasing touches had only encouraged! She had to approach it again to free his one hind leg, and as she did she gave his cock a look of curiosity if not outright longing--despite or perhaps because of the difference between his size and hers: his shaft was bigger than her torso! But no matter the reason for her glances, she left him alone, only touching the ropes, and soon moved away to free his tail, leaving only his one hind paw still caught.

"Almost done... If you lift me up, I can free your paw."

"Okay..." He tilted his head, and curled himself towards her, laying one large forepaw flat on the ground for her to climb atop. Once she seemed stable, he slowly lifted her up where she could reach it, grunting softly--she was a bit heavier than expected, and he wasn't used to using his paw as a platform like this, his wrist beginning to ache almost at once. But it didn't take long for her to get the last rope off him, and soon he was free to lower his leg, set the kobold down, and roll over and stand up again.

She watched him stand, her head craning back with an expression too mixed for him to read, then went to pick up her pack, spear, and the muzzle. "Would you be interested in sharing something to drink, tea, or beer maybe? I wouldn't mind getting to have a nice chat with a... reasonable dragon like yourself."

Hueroc had to admit feeling a bit thirsty, from the flying, the walking... the struggling... But looking at her, he found it hard to think of anything other than her hands teasing him, making that feeling of embarrassment return almost at once, and he shook his head. "I-- No thank you. As I said, I've got places to fly, and hopefully the wind isn't so bad now that I... had to spend a while on the ground."

"Of course." She smiled, her tail flicked side to side, and she glanced at his hips one more time--right. He was still quite eagerly erect... he might have to deal with that shortly! "Well, I'm sorry you got tangled up in my trap, dragon, but glad we were able to sort things out peacefully. Fly well!"

"Yes--thanks for your help. Goodbye," he bobbed his head towards her, she gave a little half-bow, and then she turned and trekked off into the woods in the same direction she'd come from.

He went into the trees on the other side of the clearing, and made sure to wait as long as he could manage to be sure she was--hopefully--far out of range of sight and sound before sitting back on haunches and putting his forepaw to work letting off that pent-up arousal the bondage had left him with!