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The Persistent Dragon: a Game of Moans

"Jake! Jake Jake Jake Jake!"

Penelope paced outside, her clawed feet forming furrows in the freshly-cut grass. When Jacob stepped out from Broyal family estate's back door, she nearly tackled him in a hello hug with her wings.

"Cripes, dragon!" he laughed, and untangled himself from the mess of wings and limbs. "Good morning to you, too!"

"Did you eat breakfast yet?" Penelope asked, backing up to give her keeper some space.

"Of course. You?"

"Millie fed me first thing this morning!" the dragon happily trilled. "And Jake, I got the best idea ever!"

"What is it this time?" Jacob asked, grinning, for the dragon described nearly every big idea she had as 'the best ever'.

"I want to go out and ride some trails today. Aaaaand I got something special!" Penelope picked up a large book off the ground with her jaws. "I wan hoo rea thish ogether!" she mumbled, and deposited the book in Jacob's awaiting hands.

Jacob turned the book over. It was an old, musty tome with a fabric embroidered cover. On it read Tales of Chivaelry and Romance, Volume 2 in ostentatious medieval calligraphy. Jacob recognized it instantly: memories flooded his mind of a smaller Penelope—still but a whelp—begging to be read to by Jacob as a boy.

"Cripes, I haven't seen this in forever ..." Jacob marveled.

"I got Lucy to fetch it for me 'cause there's one story that I wanna read that one with youuuuuuu!" the purple-and-tan dragoness bounced in excitement.

Jacob couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, sure. And you wanna go out for a ride while I read?"

The dragon nodded in excitement. "Yes! Let's go get my saddle!" Penelope bolted off to her stable without waiting for another word.

By the time Jacob arrived the dragon had already bolted inside and opened up the cabinet with her riding gear. If her twitchy tail tip was any indication, the dragon was impatient and trying to hold her excitement.

"Alright, lets get you geared up ..." Jacob rubbed his palms.

Penelope was familiar with the routine, always lifting her legs or moving her wings for Jacob to reach around as he fastened the padded leather straps that went across her chest and under the armpits. Dragon saddles were not the same shape as horse saddles, which were fitted to go on the horse's spine. A dragon saddle must fit across the shoulders in front of the wings, to allow freedom of wing movement. The rider's feet hung in front, not around the belly, for their wing webbing would make such a position impossible. Additionally, dragon bridles were bitless and buckled around the horns, over the snout, and under the chin, and worked by applying tactile feedback to the side of the snout. While not painful to wear, many dragons considered saddles and bridles humiliating and inherently abusive, but Penelope never seemed to mind. If anything, the dragon enjoyed being dressed up in all the fancy gear, as it made her feel special.

When all the buckles and straps were in place, Penelope lowered her head for Jacob to swing a leg over. As a Bluefin Zephyrin, Penelope was roughly the size of a donkey and a tad too small for an adult human. Jacob no longer rode her as much as he did when he was a child … but that didn't stop Penelope when she was in the mood.

Jacob set the book down in his lap. "Do you have a specific place you wanna go?"

"Yup!" Penelope nodded with gusto. "I wanna take Peeper's Pike."

Jacob frowned. "That's a real long one. How about Wren's Retreat? That'll take us to the pond and back."

Penelope stamped a foot down. "Peeper's Pike!" she demanded.

Sighing in whimsy, Jacob leaned forward and gave his dragon a pat on the cheek. "Peeper's Pike it is, then."

Penelope nudged open the door to her stable and stepped outside. She breathed in the late summer air that smelled of flowering plants that carried tweets of songbirds attracted to his mother's many bird feeders. The sky was cloudy today--not with the dreary gray rainclouds that so often fouled up pleasant weather, but with walls of bright, billowy titans that stretched a mile high.

The walk to the nature trails was nearly a trek unto itself, and when they finally arrived, the hush of the forest surrounded the pair. In times past, the rich and affluent had used these trails to hunt fox and other sporting animals, and perhaps some still did. But nowadays, these paths were used most often by adventurous folk looking to get away from the bustle of the city. Jacob never saw anyone else take a dragon down the canter trails, though the occasional horse-mounted nobleman or noblewoman could be spotted every now and then.

Penelope trotted past the first trail marker for Peeper's Pike. "Alright, we're here. You can start reading!"

Jacob flipped the book open and scanned the table of contents. Twelve individual stories comprised this book, and it didn't take long to wager which one Penelope wanted him to read aloud. "Is it the third story? Sir Cedric and the Dragon?"

"Yep, yep!" Penelope nodded. "That's the one!"

Jacob was struck with nostalgia as he skimmed the page. He remembered curling up with his dragon, reading her stories by the light of the wood-burning stove in her shelter, listening to her cute little churrs and wheezes as she drifted off to sleep … but that was when they were young, when fairy tales like this one were perfectly acceptable reading materials. Now that he was an adult, such a puerile tale brought Jacob little enjoyment. He preferred thrillers and mysteries, not this kids stuff!

Jacob shrugged the thoughts away and began to read. "Ahem … In the far, far-away land of Fantasia, there lived a loyal King Phillip and his daughter, Princess Gertrude, whose skin was fairer than fallen snow, and whose face beamed with radiant beauty. Cedric Gallant, an ambitious squire, was in service to the King's best knight, Sir Logan Thackeray, whom the whole land admired. At this time, there lived a fierce dragon by the name of Gargarus the Blightbringer who lusted for the King's treasury full of gold and gems ..."

[One half hour later …]

"Cripes, Penelope, how did we ever stand reading these cheesy stories?!"

"Keep going!" Penelope pleaded.

Jacob let out a sigh. "Fine … and at that moment Cedric thought all was lost. Sir Thackeray had fled down the mountain, leaving the squire alone to stand before the great dragon. All that was left was the shield he had thrown down in fright. The evil Gargarus stood before him, as indomitable as a statue. Behind him were the sheer cliffs of the mountainside.

'Please, Cedric, you mustn't give up!' shrieked the princess high atop her tower of imprisonment. 'I love you!' Jacob did his best to screech out a high-pitched feminine voice, which had Penelope giggling.

And in hearing the princess' plea of encouragement, a warm stirring of bravery welled up inside of Cedric's chest. 'Nay, my lady," he replied, 'I shall not! For the burden of such a fair princess to come to harm at the hands of this beast would be a greater injustice than my heart could bear!'

Jacob rolled his eyes as Penelope let out a long, whimsical hum.

'Cedric loosened the climbing rope from his shoulders. He bent down and grabbed a large stone, fastening it into a long bolas. He then—' "wait, how do you tie a rock to a rope? It's not like the rock comes with a handle or something!"

"Just keep reading!"

"Arrg, fine …" 'He then picked up Sir Thackeray's shield with his other hand. And then he turned to the evil Gargarus and said, "Verily, though I have neither blade nor bow, I shall best thee, dragon, and return the princess to safety! I do it not for my King, not for my court, nor for all the peoples of Fantasia … I do it for Honor, and for the hand of my Princess in marriage! Now, I shall have at thee, thou scaly scoundrel!"'

Jacob continued reading aloud, but in the back of his mind his attention was wandering. This story was hackneyed and predictable from the first paragraph. Come on, who would ask for a woman's hand in marriage while they are fighting a big evil dragon? No one, that's who!

Oh, and Cedric is using his suddenly super-human agility to avoid the suddenly clumsy dragon's attacks, all while slowly getting him tangled up in rope … yeah, wouldn't see that coming as soon as he picked up the rope? Cripes, it's the classic 'quick and nimble beats out slow and strong' trope used over and over again in so many tales. Everybody loves to cheer for the underdog ...

" … and finally, the dragon could fight no more. So tangled was the web Cedric weaved that Gargarus came crashing down to the stony ground, all six of his limbs bound tight against his body. At once, Cedric wrapped the end of his rope around the dragon's snout, muzzling him for good. The dragon let out a smoky snort and admitted defeat. Triumphant, Cedric put his foot on the dragon's head and beat his chest. "I have done it! At last!" he cried. "I have bested thee, scaly foe! Thine days of ransoming princesses for gold are over! And now, to pillage thy treasure, and rescue my fair maiden, so wrongfully imprisoned!"'

"Hrrrm, right there!" Penelope growled eagerly. "Let's take a break!"

"Oh, thank goodness!" Jacob said, breathing a sigh of relief, and rested the book on his lap. He took a look around and frowned.

Jacob found himself in a sunny glade the size of a large bedroom, surrounded on all sides by unfamiliar forest. Dense, soft grass and a peppering of flowers grew freely here amid the darkened canopy of trees and the twiggy, crunchy underbrush. The trail was nowhere to be seen, nor did Jacob see any recognizable land marker or tree.

"Hang on, Nel, where are we?" he said, scratching his head in confusion.

"Oh, I started walking off trail a while back!" Penelope casually replied. "We're deep in the woods, now!"

Jacob dismounted his dragon with a leap, but he immediately froze upon landing. "Wait a second … I've been in this position enough times to know where this is headed …"

The dragon's broad grin was plain on her face. "I don't know what you're talking about Jake …" Penelope sauntered over to the nearest tree. She reared up and put both forepaws on the bark, and then stretched her limber body—teasingly curling her tail skyward and looking back at her keeper in the process. "I just wanted you to ride me, that's all …" she cooed to him, swaying her tail back and forth.

Jacob put his hands on his hips. "Gimmie a break, Nel … you're trying to get in my pants again."

A long, devious hum escaped Penelope's lips as she dismounted the tree and tightly circled her keeper. "Mmm hm hm hm! Maaaybe." As the dragon turned, she let her long tail brush up against his backside. Penelope then sat back on her haunches and pulled Jacob into a tight, rapturous embrace with her wings. "I got something special planned," she whispered in his ear, with a hint of a growl trailing on her words.

"Nel …" He wore a pained look and put his hands on her chest to gently push away and look her in the face. "You know how things have been going lately, what with my parents finding out about us …"

"It's a game," she churred, ignoring him. "A game I made up myself."

Caught up in the stretchy membrane of her wings, an exasperated Jacob wanted to object. He felt the urge to resist, just as he had done in the past … not that the dragon ever paid much heed to such reluctance! Penelope was persistent, and she usually found a way to get what she wanted, one way or another … even if that meant dragging a kicking and screaming Jacob into bed.

Jacob looked into the eyes of his dragon, and saw only desire. He let out a sigh of resignation. At least this time, he thought, she had the sense to go out into the middle of nowhere, far from disapproving eyes! "Aw hell, okay. What is it?"

The dragon gasped in surprise and let go of her keeper. "Wha-really? Just like that? I don't need to get you too hot and bothered until you can't say no?"

Jacob cocked his head. "Are you … disappointed?"

"Kinda, yeah!" she replied, and Jacob let out a groan. "But that's okay, it just means we can get to the unfing quicker!"

"The … unfing? Is that a new one for you?" Jacob asked with a smile.

"That's the sound a dragon makes when they mate!" Penelope turned and presented her flank to him. "Take a look in the saddle pouch for our game!"

Jacob needed only to lay a hand on the pouch that rested against her spine to know what was in it. He pursed his lips tight. "Rope."

Penelope padded the grass with her paws. "Eee he he, yesss! I wanna play a game of pretend, like we did when we were little! Here's my game: you pretend to be Cedric, and I'll pretend to be Gargarus! And the only way to win the game is to tangle Gargarus up with rope, get her all hot and bothered when she's unable to resist, and then mate her until she squeals his name!"

Jacob brought his hands to his head as Penelope waited for his reaction with an expectant grin. His cheeks flushed red. "Oh, cripes … you want to … you want to be tied up! Like … like … what do folks call that? Bondage?"

"What's bondage?" Penelope cocked her head. "Is that when you tie dragons up and pillage their treasure when they're unable to resist any pleasure they get? If so, then yesssssss!"

Jacob was flabbergasted. "How ... how long have you had this fantasy?"

"Okay, I'll tell you! A while ago, your mom was gossiping to me like she always does, and a few days ago she told me about how delightfully scandalous it was that Countess Burgouix was caught in her bedroom with her chauffeur, and the two were doing very, very naughty things while she was tied up with rope! And then—"

Jacob let out a gasp and put his hands to his mouth. "Wait a second … countess Burgouix?! But that's … that's the wife of Count Arnez! He's close friends with Father! He's even on a first-name basis with King Edwin himself! The court of nobles will be in an uproar over this!"

Penelope nodded in excitement. "I know, I know, isn't it hot? Anyway, Countess Burgouix claimed it was rape, but Lucy said she was sure it was her idea all along. And at first I didn't understand why anyone would want to be tied up for sexy time, so I asked her, and Lucy did this hand-waving gesture and said, 'Oh, Penny, you precious little thing!' like she always does whenever I ask something she doesn't want to talk about …"

Jacob had to snigger at his dragon's attempts to imitate the high-pitched, prim and proper speech that all noblewomen seemed to share.

Penelope continued without missing a beat. "But after I pestered her enough, I got her to start telling me all the juicy details, and it got my slit all tingly and wet just thinking about it! And then she finished with a laugh said, 'Now, I don't want you getting any ideas, you silly dragon …' but it was too late, 'cause I did!"

"Cripes … you actually had a talk about bondage with my own mother …" Jacob stood there with jaw agape in shock. He didn't want to know how or why his mother was even familiar with the subject.

"It's just lady things!" Penelope crooned. "Well, that's what Lucy always says whenever she reeeealy doesn't want me telling you something … anyway, over the next few days I kept thinking about it, and at first I wanted tie you up and pleasure you, but then I remembered the story we read when I was little, and then thought it'd be more fun to have you do that to meeeeee!" Penelope hummed in delight. "So here we are!"

Jacob put his hands to his forehead. "I can't believe it ... my dragon's gone kinky! I don't know if I'm ready for this …"

Penelope rested her head against Jacob's chest. "I just wanna try it once, to see what it's like! Come on, Jake … please?"

A begrudging sigh reverberated in his throat. "Ah, hell, fine …"

"Yaaay!" Penelope sang with glee. She bounded over to her left and picked up a sturdy two-foot-long stick in her mouth. "Okay, here's your sword!" she said, after putting it in his hands.

"But Cedric never had a sword."

"How are you going to slay a dragon if you don't have a sword?" Penelope whined. "Come on, Jake, you're not thinking smart!"

"I thought I was going to use my 'other' sword …"

Penelope stamped a foot down. "That comes later! Gosh!"

Jacob raised his hands up in the air. "Alright, alright! Cripes, I didn't know how serious this was going to be!"

"It's super serious. Now take off my riding harness and get your rope!"

Jacob did so, slinging the rope over his shoulder. There were three pieces, each a good fifteen feet or so, neatly looped. A long strip of black cloth was tied around the three of them, keeping the rope together. "How'd you get all this rope?" he asked. The fibers were coarse and stiff to his hands, but with Penelope's scales, he knew the roughness wouldn't bother her.

"I asked Millie for lots of rope yesterday! She asked me why I needed it, and said it was a secret!"

Great … that's not suspicious at all, Jacob wryly thought. "Okay, let's get started."

"Yay! Okay, so I'm the big evil dragon, and you're the brave knight who wants to pillage my 'treasure'. And by 'treasure', I mean my—"

"I know what you mean!" Jacob interjected in exasperation. "Alright, so give me a big scary roar, so I know how evil you are."

"Okay!" Penelope nodded. She took in a deep breath, put on her best scary face, and … let out the cutest, most endearing "Rawr!" Jacob had ever heard in his life.

Jacob tried to hold a straight face, but eventually succumbed to sniggering laughter. "Come on, Nel … I know you can be more fierce than that."

"Okay okay okay …" Penelope lowered her head, arched her back, and let out a true dragon's roar. The bellow thundered amongst the trees, causing birds to flee their roosts and the entire forest to quiet for a moment. Jacob himself took a step back in trepidation; he had forgotten how scary a dragon could be if they really put their mind to it.

"Better?" Penelope cocked her head, wearing an innocent expression.

"Much." Jacob said, grinning. He brandished his stick in her face. "Now en garde, evil dragon!"

Penelope let out a gasp. "Oh no! A very strong and brave knight! And he's too handsome to eat! Whatever shall I do?"

"You could, uh …" Jacob had to think for a moment—he wasn't quite in the mood for proper acting. "You could surrender and let me steal your hoard …"

"Never!" Penelope growled. "I will guard my shinies with every ounce of my strength!" Penelope dipped her head low and wiggled her rump high in the air, looking ready to pounce. Her long tail swayed to and fro in the air like a slithering snake.

"Uh, Nel, you aren't actually going to jump me, are y—

Penelope tackled her keeper, knocking the wind out of his lungs.

"I'm not Penelope, I'm the evil dragoness, Gargarus!" Penelope growled with pride. Pinning Jacob to the forest floor, the dragon wasted no time in going for Jacob's throat where she … ferociously nibbled and licked. Laughing, Jacob lifted an elbow under her chin and pushed, keeping the dragon at bay. The pair wrestled for quite some time, with Jacob defending valiantly against Penelope's viscous attacks with a heroic assault of tickling. Penelope eventually managed to pin down one arm with a foot, and after a long tussle, pinned the other one of her wings.

"Gah! Too many limbs, you dragons have!" Jacob grunted in frustration.

"Gotcha. Whatcha gonna do now?" she delightfully crooned. The dragon amorously licked his chin.

"This!" Jacob wrestled one of his legs free and brought his knee to his chest. After a great deal of straining, he pushed the larger dragon off—though he suspected she was letting him. Though Penelope's bird-like dragon bones made her lighter than she looked, she still weighed enough to be a bother!

Jacob scrambled for his stick and quickly brought the tip facing his dragon adversary. "Take this, Gargarus!" he shouted, and swung it at her head. Penelope ducked. At the second swipe, she took a step back. And at the third, she reared back on her hind legs. The two continued their mock-battle for several minutes, and Jacob soon found himself puffing for air as he danced around, avoiding the dragon's teeth and claw swipes. More than once she caught his arms, leaving red marks.

Penelope fluttered her wings and reared her head back. "Watch out, I'm going to breathe fire!" she shouted, and proceeded expel a ball of orange flame in Jacob's direction. The fire dissipated quickly, but the heat nevertheless blasted Jacob in the face, forcing him to take a few steps back. Dragonfire burned far hotter than any normal flame, though Jacob had never figured out why. It must have something to do with the chemicals they produce in those flame sacs …

When she had finished her show of fire, Jacob saw his chance. "Gotcha!" he shouted, and lunged forward like a fencer, poking her in the ribs with his stick.

Penelope yelped and grabbed her chest. "Oh no, my weakest of weak spots!" she cried. The lavender-scaled dragon curled her wings around herself and tumbled to the ground. "Ack! I've been defeated by the most handsomest of knights! Whatever shall I do? I hope he doesn't take advantage of such a helpless, innocent young dragoness, especially after she fell to the ground on her back, exposing her sensitive slit …"

A snigger welled up in Jacob's throat as the dragon gagged and writhed. "Oh, come on, Penelope … this is about five different levels of cheesy!"

"I told you, I'm not Penelope!" Penelope admonished, breaking her '"dying dragon'" routine instantly. "Like I said before, I'm Gargarus! Gargarus the Blightbringer! And you're Cedric the Gallant! Play along, Jake! Gosh!" Penelope hacked and coughed, completing her melodramatic death throe with an errant hind leg twitch and pink tongue flopping out of her slack jaws.

Jacob stood silently and watched the whole spectacle, too amused at his dragon's attempts at acting to interrupt her. "Pssst!" Penelope whispered to him, after several seconds of lying still. "I'm not dead, just unconscious. This is where the handsome knight should tie up the sexy dragoness!"

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Yes, because that's what all handsome knights would do in this situation ... forget saving the princess, let's tie up this evil-but-inexplicably-horny dragon and take her to bed!"

Penelope giggled, but the dragon quickly corrected herself and pretended to be asleep. Jacob whirled around, looking for whatever happened to the loops of rope during their tussle. He found them behind him in the soft grass and grabbed them up. How the heck did the dragon want to be tied up, anyway? He undid the long black tie and let the coils fall to the ground.

Penelope's possum act slowly faded as she felt him wrapping the rope around her legs like a hogtie. "Jake!" she whispered. "What are you doing?"

"I have no clue," he freely admitted. "I don't even know how to tie a slipknot."

"Here, let me help."

"No, I got this. Don't get up. I said don't get up—you got up."

"I'll show you how I wanna be tied up. Here."

"How is this even supposed to work?"

"You're not doing it right, I—"

"Hang on, what if I slip this loop around your belly, like this …"

"Where is that going?"

"I don't know! Cripes! Maybe if I then wrap it around your chest …"

"Jake, what are you—"

"Now let me tie this tight …"

"No, don't wrap it under my tail, you need to use that place later!"

"Alright, alright, just let me—"

"Hey! Where are you putting that?"

"I think I'm almost done …"

"I don't think you're doing it right …"

"Got it tied. There!"

Jacob took a step back and nearly broke out in laughter at his horrible attempt to tie the dragon up. Penelope looked as if she had picked a fight with a length of rope and somehow lost. The rope was haphazardly draped around her neck, stomach, and tail. She was standing on three legs with her right foreleg tied to her chest, and her left wing jutting out at an odd angle as her wing arm was pinned to her left foreleg.

Jacob tried hard to keep a straight face. "Okay, how does that feel?" he asked.

Penelope teetered as she fought to maintain her balance. "A lot less sexy than I imagined … I can still move around just fine. How are you going to pillage my treasure like this?" She pouted.

Jacob frowned. "Hm … sexy, sexy … think sexy! Okay, hold on … let me try and fix this. I got an idea. Close your eyes …"

Penelope did as requested, but was tempted to cheat. She slowly opened one eye to find Jacob slipping the black fabric tie over her eyes as a blindfold, and the dragon's vision suddenly went dark. "Ooh, how fun!" she trilled. "Keep the evil dragon blinded … cursed to never know how she'll be pleasured next!"

Jacob couldn't help but smile. "That's the plan. Now, I'll be right back."

Penelope jerked her blindfolded head in his direction. "Wait, what are you doing?" Moments later, her one free foreleg was stolen out from under her, and the dragon crashed to the ground on her chest. "Ow!"

"Oops, sorry … I need your leg."

Penelope heard the rustling of rope and felt her front legs being pulled together. The dragon then felt rope being wrapped around her front ankles.

"Don't tie my hind legs together, too—you'll need to keep them spread wiiiide open," Penelope playfully crooned.

Jacob laughed. "Good point. Hmm … oh, hang on, I got an idea!"

With her vision gone, Penelope's ears flared out, listening intently to whatever her keeper was doing. She heard him tramp out into the forest, and listened to the rustling of leaves, followed by a loud crack of splintering wood. Moments later she heard her keeper return. She felt rope being wound around her ankles and realized that Jacob was lashing a long stick between them.

"Oooh!" Penelope joyfully squealed. "Using a stick to keep my legs apart?" The dragon ruffled her leathery wings. "Jacob, you naughty boy! Wait, I mean—how could you do such a horrible thing to the great and powerful Gargarus the Blightbringer?! I'll … I'll bring your blight for this!"

Jacob stifled a fit of laughter as he lashed her other ankle to the opposite end of the stick. "Uh … I, Cedric, will do anything to keep such a terrible dragon from escaping my clutches!" he loudly proclaimed, causing the dragon to gasp in delight. Jacob shook his head in whimsy … he was sure there was no way he could take this roleplay seriously—but as long as Penelope enjoyed herself, he saw no harm in it.

"You terrible brute! You'll never plunder my hoard!" Penelope proclaimed in staunch defiance.

"Oh? Is that so?" Jacob leaned down on a knee, close to her head. "You're all tied up now, dragon," he murmured in her ear. "And there's nothing you can do about it. You have no choice but to let me plunder whatever I want."

Penelope let out a gasp of faux horror. "Even … even my greatest, most secret of treasures?"

Jacob stood up and let his hands wander to the dragon's haunches. He gave Penelope a provocative squeeze on her hindquarters. "Especially your greatest, most secret of treasures," he parroted.

Penelope worked out a shiver that traveled down her spine. "Oooh, gosh, that was hot …" she delightfully churred. "Mrrrf, best game ever!"

Jacob laughed. "You really liked that last line, huh, Nel?"

"Yesss," the dragon hissed, accenting her response with a shake of her hips. "We should play sexy pretend time more often!"

"Cripes, and I thought that was too cheesy to work …" Jacob muttered.

"Keep going, keep going!" Penelope pleaded. "It's just starting to get good!"

Jacob closed his eyes as a moment of self-awareness flooded his mind. He could hardly believe what he was doing out here in the wilderness … sexy bondage roleplay with a dragon, of all things! He struggled to comprehend why Penelope was so adamant on trying such a ludicrous idea. "Hmm, I got one more length of rope, here …" Jacob's eyes slowly lifted toward the tree-blocked sky, and suddenly, he had an idea. "Ooh, you're gonna like this …" he teased.

Penelope heard the sound of fluttering leaves and rustling branches, followed by the sensation of rope being tightly wound around her tail many times. A couple tugs later, and she felt her tail being raised upward, and realized Jacob had slipped the rope over an overhead branch, like a pulley!

"Oooh, what a crafty human," Penelope growled. "But even with my tail raised, you'll never plunder my treasure!" Jacob tried not to snigger at the melodramatic emphasis she was putting on her words. Acting was definitely not this dragon's strong suit!

As Jacob circled the bound and blindfolded dragon slowly, he tried to imagine what the situation would be like for Cedric, as someone who had never met a dragon before. What would be the first thing he'd do? As if knowing on its own, Jacob's hand extended. He traced the curvature of her spine, feeling the tiny furrows between her hard, lavender-hued scales. He ran his fingertips across her folded wings, investigating the texture of the stretchy, resilient membrane that joined her slender dactyls together. Patagium was the technical term for this wing skin … though Jacob had no idea why that was so. Patagium could heal wounds at an alarming rate—when she was but a young whelp and still learning how to fly, Penelope would sometimes puncture and tear her patagium during crash landings ... but the holes always filled in, leaving nothing but an innocuous scar that was only noticeable if one were to go looking for it.

"Let's get a good look at you, Gargarus …" Jacob murmured. "You're not so fearsome now that you're tied up."

"Curse you and your human kind, Cedric," Penelope proclaimed. "I'll have my revenge eventually, and then all of the princesses in Fantasia will be mine!"

Jacob rolled his eyes. "Silly dragon ... your kind steals princesses to ransom them for the king's gold, remember?"

Penelope flinched. "Oh, right."

In the back of Jacob's mind, he wondered if such a ransom had ever happened in real life ... probably, since the stories had to come from somewhere! A princess in a tall tower is easier to steal then a heap of gold in a locked vault …

Jacob's hand came to the dragon's rump. With her tail permanently raised and the dragon leaning back, nothing between Penelope's hind legs was left to imagination. Tawny yellow scutes plated her underside, including the bottom surface of her tail. Between her haunches, the dragon's slit was waiting. Having fooled around with Penelope enough times, Jacob had learned to tell at a glance when the dragon was aroused, and she was not—at least not yet—for if she were, her slit would bulge and slightly part, revealing a hint of pink inner skin, and her internal clitoris would swell enough to peek out near the bottom.

Avoiding the most obvious place to explore, Jacob instead traced the curvature of her rump and tailbase, getting a feel for the muscles underneath her coat of armor. As his hand snuck nearer and nearer to the dragon's sensitive areas, he felt her scutes grow more tender, thinner—more sensitive to touch.

"You're not very well armored back here, are you, Gargarus?" Jacob teasingly asked.

The sinister tone in his voice was not lost on Penelope, who shivered in delight. "No … I'm not."

"I bet if I plunged my sword in you, I could penetrate you quite easily."

Penelope let out a gasp. "You wouldn't!"

"Normally, I wouldn't, but a knight is honor-bound to respond when the duty of dragon-slaying calls ..."

Penelope broke character immediately. "No no no, that's not right! He has to want it, Jake! Otherwise it doesn't work!"

Jacob cocked his head in confusion. "Huh?"

"Cedric has to want to plunder the dragon's hoard. Otherwise, it's not hot!"

"Alright, alright!" Jacob rolled his eyes. He didn't see what the big deal was. Who cares what the motive was ... she was going to get teased and pleasured regardless, right? "Let's try this again ... ahem: I bet if I plunged my sword in you, I could penetrate quite easily."

"You wouldn't dare!" Penelope replied in faux shock.

"Oh, I can ..." Slowly, Jacob's hand descended, fingertips running over her scutes. "And I will." Jacob made a face at the words he was going to say next, and reluctantly forced them out: "I'll take from you whatever I desire, and there's nothing you can do about it. And right now … I desire your rump." He accentuated his threat with a squeeze on the haunches.

Penelope gasped in delight. "Mmmm hm hm hm! Much better!" she trilled. The dragon then switched back to her Gargarus persona and reared her head back in shock. "Oh Cedric, you fiend!"

Jacob tried his best not to laugh. "A fiend, huh? Is that how you address all your future lovers?" Teasing her, his fingers moved under her tail until they brushed up against that one very special spot ever so lightly.

"B-b-but I'm a dragon!" Penelope objected. "Surely, no human would ever fancy a dragon!"

"But what better to do with a young, helpless dragoness that's all tied up and unable to resist?"

"I would never willingly lie with a human! What a disgraceful, humiliating act!" Penelope cried out, and Jacob flinched. In one single instant, what pretense of atmosphere the two had been building had been popped, like a soap bubble on a needle.

"Woah okay … now you're hitting too close to home." Jacob let out a pained sigh. "Come on, Nel … you know I already struggle trying to accept … what we do. And then there's my father …"

Penelope gasped. "Oops, I forgot! I'm really sorry! I was just repeating something I heard a Wildborn say, once! I'm really, really sorry!"

Jacob closed his eyes. So now Penelope was gossiping about human-dragon sex with Jasper's dragon friends? He made a mental note to talk to her about that later. "It's … it's fine," he said aloud.

"No no, I'll make it up to you, okay?"

"Eh?" Jacob cocked his head.

The dragon nodded excitedly. "Yes! Let's say you need to teach the evil Gargarus a lesson and delay her pleasure, so you force her to pleasure you instead. Let's do cock-in-mouth time!"

Jacob laughed, but he also felt his cheeks grow warm at the offer. "Oh, gimmie a break, Nel, you enjoy giving head."

"But maybe Gargarus doesn't!" the dragon countered, nodding assertively. "It'll be a cruel, terrible punishment for her! Now come over to my front, and show me—I mean, Gargarus—who's in control."

Well, Jacob thought, how could Cedric possibly refuse an offer like that? "Alright, then, Gargarus," he exuberantly proclaimed, "it is time for you to be punished for your prideful words!"

Still blindfolded, Penelope let out a hum of amusement as her ears swiveled in the direction of the swish of fabric and the clink of Jacob's belt being undone. "I can hear you getting naked," she said, giddily humming to herself.

"Just loosening the trousers for now. The rest will come off later, when I start to get hot and sweaty," Jacob said, causing Penelope to giggle in delight. Though not truly cold-blooded, dragons of all shapes and sizes seek out heat sources much like housecats, and Jacob knew Penelope loved when her keeper grew warm; if she could snuggle up against him for every single hour of the winter season, she most certainly would!

After the sound of Jacob's trousers hitting the grassy forest floor reached Penelope's ears, she felt a pair of hands take hold of her cheeks, and for a short moment the dragon's chest grew tight. "Now, Gargarus," Jacob began, "here is your punishment: you must lick and suckle me to arousal, and under no circumstances are you to enjoy it. And if you even think of using your teeth or fire to harm me, my blade will be at your throat in an instant."

"Y-y-you desire me to … pleasure you?" Penelope's voice quivered in faux trepidation.

"Yesss," Jacob hissed, latching on to her cue. He took her chin in one hand and turned it skyward as he leaned close to her ear. "I desire you, dragon," he whispered. "I desire you to pleasure me."

Hearing Jacob say those words had Penelope's breath catch in her throat as a rush of excitement came over her. Here her keeper was in a rare moment of stating his desire for her … and so what if it was under the pretenses of a game of pretend? It felt no less real, and Penelope was smitten. The parts between her hind legs were already tingling with anticipation, the sexy things hadn't even started yet!

"Yes, Jake—I mean, Cedric … I will do as you wish." The dragon spread her jaws wide and extended her long tongue for him, almost like a red carpet, and Jacob had to admit to himself that seeing such an invitation was hard to turn down. Staying true to his Cedric act, he took command and yanked the dragon forward by the cheeks.

With the blindfold on, Penelope relied on her sense of smell and touch. Her tongue found its target in an instant, and she tasted the warm skin of her keeper's shaft. He was soft, still … and the dragon was eager to change that. His strong scent filled her nostrils—a sharp, male musk with subtle intricacies that a human nose could neither perceive nor savor. She bathed his manhood in hot, wet licks. Her tongue eagerly explored everywhere the dragon could, including the oddest mammalian feature of all: that pouch of sensitive orbs that hung between a male's legs. Penelope had always thought those things looked strange, but as she had grown more experienced in mating with her keeper, Penelope quickly learned to delight in the novelty and carefully explored their shape and weight on her warm tongue.

Caught up in her roleplay, Penelope began to narrate the action between licks and nibbles, as if she was reading aloud some terrible erotic romance. "With no choice but to follow orders, Gargarus pleasured the human cock before her snout!" she loudly proclaimed, pausing frequently to lap and playfully nip between every few words. "What a cruel fate befell this dragon, forced to taste this human cock and sample his male juices? Mmm, how long would she have to wait until Cedric pillaged her treasure? Mhm!"

Jacob frowned. Despite the pleasure he was receiving, something felt … off. He looked down at the dragon, who was happily humming to herself and licking away. "Hang on, I thought you—Gargarus shouldn't enjoy this … it's supposed to be punishment!"

Penelope's tongue doted on his growing manhood, which bobbed in the cool forest air. "Don't care. You taste good and it gets me all hot and wet." She playfully nibbled on his foreskin, delighting in the stretchiness of his skin.

"Well, um …" Jacob's brow furrowed in deep thought. "Just … pretend you don't enjoy it?"

"But I doooo and it's haaaard!" the blindfolded dragon whined. She then wrapped her lips around him all at once and took the entirety of his half-erect cock in her mouth. Jacob took a step back and slipped out of her maw, causing Penelope to let out a cry of dismay. "Hey!" she cried out.

"Okay … I, Cedric, change my mind: I command you to enjoy this oral pleasuring, Gargarus. Every second of it. And you're definitely not allowed to refuse, because I'm in control, here."

"Oh, I see!" Penelope let out a giggle and grinned, showing all her carnivorous teeth. "No! I won't!"

Jacob smiled. He knew dragons inside and out, and had the trick memorized: if a dragon is being difficult, one should pander to their stubborn nature by insisting the opposite of what you really want. "You must," he said, and brought the saliva-covered head of his cock to her lips. "I command you to."

Penelope turned away. "Nope!"

"Yep!" Jacob once again turned his manhood to her lips, and Penelope recoiled at the touch.

"You can't make me!" she shouted in defiance.

The two played this game for several minutes, with Jacob almost succeeding in getting his cock in between her lips more than once. But after a while, Jacob decided to start playing a little rougher. "Yes, I can force you, Gargarus."

Penelope heard Jacob bend down, and seconds later felt her bridle being re-fastened to her horns. "My bridal!" she shouted.

"No … this is my horse's bridle, Gargarus. But now I will use it on you, so I can force you to do my bidding."

"Oooh, great idea!" Penelope exclaimed. "I mean ... ack, curse you humans and your fancy tools!" The dragon felt her heart begin to race with anticipation as she was hooked up. Jacob grabbed hold of the reins and brought her snout back to face his manhood. With his other hand, he wedged a thumb between her lips and forcefully opened her mouth. He then placed the tip of his cock in between her lips.

"Now start sucking," he commanded.

Penelope let out an excited trill and worked out another shiver in her spine. "Rrf, this is a fun game! I mean—" she suddenly switched to a defeated mope as her ears drooped and cheek fins folded flat against her head. "Yes, Cedric … whatever you wish."

Relying on touch for her bearings, Penelope's tongue lifted her keeper's shaft and drew it between her lips. Jacob pulled on the dragon's reins, drawing her head down and her lips around his cock until she had taken him to the base. From here, Penelope could service him comfortably due to the length of her snout. The blindfolded dragon began to suckle, using her tongue to help form the seal that was necessary for suction. Keeping a firm tension on Penelope's reins, Jacob ensured that her nose stayed firmly pressed against his lower stomach.

"Mmm …" Jacob hummed. It wasn't taking long for him to grow erect. The dragon's maw was warm and inviting, and the undulating tongue stroking his underside never seemed to quit. "That's it, Gargarus," he said, "use your tongue. Suck harder. Pleasure me."

Penelope attempted to speak with Jacob's cock still in her mouth. "No! I will noth! I refush to … mmm …" she murmured, then gave into her own whims. After all the times she had fought to trick or trap Jacob into mating with her, and after all the struggles she had to convince him not to resist … hearing Jacob act so commanding and assertive tickled Penelope's fancy several times over. She focused on the growing erection in her mouth, letting out an eager growl as she felt him stiffen and swell, even relishing the chance to feel him grow hard for her and her alone.

"Mmm, I loth your tathste …" Penelope moaned.

As the minutes past, Jacob guided her mouth in silence, wondering why the heck his dragon had gone through all this trouble of rope and roleplay if she was regularly breaking character. And why even be tied up, anyway? What enjoyment was there in being treated like some captive, unable to move? None of it made sense …

Sighing in pleasure, Jacob cradled her head under the jaw, thumbs affectionately stroking her cheeks as the dragon skillfully used her tongue and lips. Penelope liked it when he held her like that. She had always interpreted the stroking as a sign she was doing a good job, which made her feel good, too. It was comforting ... even reassuring, in a way.

"Mmmm …"

A low, muffled moan escaped Penelope's closed mouth as she felt Jacob throb and tasted the sample of clear fluid that had leaked out. She gave him a hard suckle to attempt to draw more out.

Perhaps it was time to move on, Jacob thought—he had been fully erect for a while, now. He let go of the dragon's cheeks and pulled back on the reins, lifting her head.

"Hey!" Penelope shouted. The blindfolded dragon opened her mouth and lashed her long tongue out, searching for her keeper's manhood. Jacob thought the dragon looked rather silly with her tongue extended and waving about in the air like some panicked earthworm that had been dug up. The tip of her tongue grazed human cock, and she immediately turned her head to zero in on the source of the touch, but Jacob had already pulled away.

"That is enough, Gargarus," Jacob said. "And now, for the rest of your punishment …"

"But I'm not ready!" Penelope objected. She attempted to stamp a defiant foot down but could only shuffle it due to the ties around her ankles. "More punishment!" the blindfolded dragon demanded, and opened her mouth to extend her tongue in invitation once again.

Jacob frowned. "Oh, come on, Nel … don't you want me to … well, get to the real action?"

Penelope's brow furrowed as she weighed her options, as both were tempting offers. "Um … um … can you go twice?" she finally asked.

"What? Uh …"

The blindfolded dragon cocked her head. "After all … if you really want to punish Gargarus, you should lustfully claim her at both ends …" she playfully sang to him. "That'll teach her to never steal princesses again."

Jacob felt his cheeks warming. "It's been awhile since we've last … yeah, I think I can, if I get a break in between."

Penelope hummed delightfully to herself. "Mm hm hm! Good! Now, take Gargarus'us … Gargarus'es … Take the horns of Gargarus and mercilessly mate her mouth like the dastardly human you are."

Jacob laughed. "You sure you want me using your horns?"

Penelope nodded assertively. "It's what Gargarus deserves."

"Alright …" Jacob's hands tentatively went for the pair of smooth, dark grey horns that sprouted from the back of her head. Swimming around in the back of his mind was the silly and archaic belief that pulling on a dragon's horns would curse yourself with bad luck—just like breaking a mirror or opening an umbrella indoors. Not being one for superstition, Jacob had always assumed the reputation started because most dragons took offense to such a controlling and subservient action and might have lashed out in anger, or perhaps plotted their revenge in more subtle ways …

Jacob guided Penelope down by the horns. When the tip of his cock brushed against her lips, Penelope wasted no time in wrapping her tongue around his shaft and pulling the erect organ back in her mouth. Jacob let out a groan as the dragon worked her magic, using tongue and jaws to press, stroke, and bathe the organ in hot dragon saliva.

"Cripes, Nel …" Jacob breathed out in pleasure. He felt his body warming up, and began to unbutton his shirt. "You've gotten really good at blowjobs … have I ever told you that?"

The dragon let out a devious little giggle that resonated in her throat, followed by a muffled "Mhm!" When the dragon did not feel him take control of the situation, she then came off of him to add, "Come on, you're supposed to be Cedric, and Cedric plays rough!" and quickly went back down on his cock.

"Oh, right!" Jacob tightened his grip of the dragon's horns and gave her snout a hard thrust. Penelope let out a little squeal of excitement and rewarded him with an extra-strong suck. It did not take Jacob long to establish a rhythm, and soon he was using his dragon's horns to drive her head up and down on his cock. He felt a bit uncomfortable performing such a harsh act on his dragon, and wondered if Penelope was even enjoying it. The occasional wet slurp escaped her muzzle, but she made no other sounds to indicate her mood. She simply stood there with tail raised, hind legs spread, blindfold on, and let her keeper mate her mouth as he saw fit.

"Mmmm …" A small, pleasured moan from her as she tasted another spurt of his pre-cum, and hearing that caused Jacob to relax a bit. It was okay, she was still having fun.

"Enjoying yourself, Gargarus?" he teased as he continued to slam her snout into his crotch. "Could it be that you've taken a liking to human cock?"

"Mm-mm!" came the muffled reply.

Jacob worked her maw aggressively, pulling her up and down by the horns. He then pulled out almost completely, leaving only his tip between her lips, and forced the dragon to work the sensitive underside of his penis head. "Was that a no? It sure seems like you're liking it a lot."

"Noh! Defini'ly noth!" Penelope mumbled. She wrapped her tongue around the head of his cock and suckled hard, creating a plethora of wet slurping noises.

Jacob grinned. "I don't believe you. Could it be that you're a … a naughty dragon?" he ventured as he guided her head up and down on his tip.

"Mm hm hm hm hm!" came the reply—a foxy little giggle. Jacob brought her head all the way down to the base of his cock and gently turned her head like a steering wheel, exploring the inside of her mouth from different angles.

"Then I have no choice but to punish such naughtiness by claiming your mouth with my … my cum," Jacob reluctantly finished, not feeling the most comfortable uttering such a vulgar and base term. However, those seemed to be the right words, as Penelope let out an impatient whine and her feet gripped the grassy earth in anticipation. Hey, this dirty talk stuff was easier than it seemed, Jacob thought. And then, a devious idea popped in his head … one that would have to wait until he had finished.

Taken cruelly by the horns, the dragon had no choice but to slacken her jaws, let "Cedric" force her head up and down on his cock. Penelope was immersed in his desire and drive, and she continued to pretend she wasn't thoroughly delighting in every second of it, by giving the occasional whimper or whine. Jacob pounded the dragon's muzzle without mercy, burying her snout deep in his crotch, where his enticing masculine scent was strongest on Penelope's nose. Hot, savory pre-cum titillated her tongue, and the dragon readily swallowed it down. She heard Jacob moan her name and felt her heart flutter in flattery and excitement, and a part of her wished she was no longer blindfolded, so she could watch her keeper's pleasured expressions, as she always found that really hot.

"Ah hell, Nel, I'm getting close," Jacob rasped as he roughly mated the dragon's maw. Penelope could feel it in his behavior, the way he seemed to energize himself, how he began to get more vocal, more wanton. His thrusting sped up. His hips crashed into the dragon's nose. Being tied up, blindfolded, and unable to resist, Penelope had no option but to stand there and let her keeper use her mouth as a mating hole …

Yet, there was no place she'd rather be.

Jacob's cock swelled with lust and excitement. Penelope hummed in excitement as she felt him stiffen as hard as a rock. One final thrust, a loud human moan, and the dragon's snout was buried in her keeper's crotch. Penelope tightened her mouth around him as his cock throbbed and twitched, letting an eager growl resonate deep in her throat as the first spurt of hot, slimy seed splashed onto her awaiting tongue. Always one to enjoy making her keeper finish, Penelope began to work his shaft, suckling hard in an effort to draw more out, and Jacob's eyes flashed open wide and a grunt caught in his throat as he felt the sucking and squeezing of her mouth sent his already-sensitive cock into a state nearing overstimulation. Swearing multiple times, his hands gripped the dark gray horns so hard his knuckles turned white. His hips shuddered and jerked as multiple bursts of semen entered her awaiting mouth. He rode out his high as the dragon happily continued her oral ministrations in an attempt to prolong the experience as much as possible.

And then, as the pressure in his groin began to die down, Jacob felt his muscles relax. Quickly, just as he gave the dragon his last, Jacob snuck a hand down under Penelope's chin. He gently pinched her cheeks, popping her jaws open, removed his softening cock, and looked inside. Penelope had not yet swallowed all he had given her: white, frothy fluids mixed with thick dragon saliva were clinging to her teeth and tongue. Jacob smiled in seeing it was not too late, as Penelope was usually quick to swallow.

"You are not allowed to swallow my cum, Gargarus," Jacob hissed in her ear. "You are to let it steep and settle, as a constant reminder that your mouth is now mine."

Penelope's ears flared out in surprise, and the dragon let out a long, tortured whine. "Hrrrrrrn … you're getting good at this, Jake," she said, and Jacob grinned.

"I'm not Jacob, I'm Cedric, right?" Jacob asked, and Penelope nodded in excitement.

"Yep, yep!" she chirped.

Penelope stood there in silence, panting softly. The dragon wanted to swallow his seed desperately--she had left him a lot and was forced to let it dribble from her open mouth onto the forest floor, where it was wasted. She didn't even dare lick her lips, lest she be tempted to break Jacob's new rule. For a while the dragon did not know what to expect; Jacob had moved behind her but was saying nothing. Perhaps he was simply waiting to keep her on-edge … Penelope wasn't sure. She swiveled her ears behind her head, listening for clues.

Jacob circled the dragon, finger tips glossing over her scales. He was stalling, desperately trying to think of sexy things to say. Truthfully, he was feeling immensely silly and uncomfortable spouting such lines, and especially to a dragon! Caught in a moment of self-awareness, he was amazed at how his relationship with Penelope had possibly come to this, when only earlier this year the two had been nothing more than close friends. Even as much as month or so ago, he would have been horrified to learn about what he was currently doing!

"Cripes," he quietly muttered to himself, "I feel like I should be so ashamed of myself, but …"

"What?"

Jacob flinched. "Nothing!" he called out, and attempted to get back into character. "Now, it is time," he spoke, his voice low and sinister. "Time to go searching for this dragon's hoard …" Jacob took Penelope's thick tailbase in hand, squeezing it firmly and causing Penelope to whine in wanton desire.

Jacob's eyes once again came to the dragon's feminine slit, which was on permanent display with the way her tail was currently tied in its arched-back position. After giving her keeper a blowjob, her slit was already showing signs of arousal: her scales began to bulge as her body diverted more and more blood to her mating vent, and traces of pink skin were barely visible between the cleft in her scales. Near the bottom of her slit lay a little V-shaped cleft, a bit of skin and scales that protected her internal clitoris. The latter was hard to notice unless aroused, but it had swelled enough to just barely peek out of its hiding spot, greeting Jacob with enthusiasm. Penelope wasn't so wet she was leaking, but Jacob knew that would come soon enough.

"I have a feeling that your treasure may be down here," Jacob said, as he crept down the underside of her raised tail, following the plates of her tan scutes. His hand was a whisper, a ghost of a touch, and the tease brought forth chills running down Penelope's spine. Slowly he made his way down to where the tail was at its thickest, and Penelope crooned in excitement. "What have you kept hidden from me, Gargarus?"

"N-n-nothing, Cedric," Penelope stammered, folding her ears down in submission. "Nothing meant for humans …"

There it was again. More innocent words that triggered Jacob's shame. Of course, Penelope's slit wasn't meant for humans … she was a dragon, it was meant for dragons! With great difficulty, Jacob shook the thoughts out of his head and tried to take the conversation in a more positive direction. "Are you saying you want my fingers to stop exploring down here?" he said aloud.

Penelope fidgeted in place. It was clear to Jacob that she wanted to say no so badly, but as part of the game she was supposed to say yes! Unable to commit to either answer, Penelope instead let out a long, tortured whine, and Jacob chuckled. Now he was starting to understand why some people would like playing the aggressive tormentor, even if he felt that the role wasn't really for him. There was a certain fun in being able to tease and arouse your partner, especially when she was trying hard to resist!

And then an epiphany hit him, and Jacob's eyes grew wide. This was exactly why Penelope delighted herself so much in trying to seduce him. It was why she would sexually tease him in public, why she would trap him in her stable, and why she would plot and scheme all sorts of plans designed to get him aroused, alone, and pantsless. That explained so much!

But then why did she wish to switch things up for today? Was she bored of playing the seductress? Jacob doubted that, given the provocative way she was acting when they arrived here. There must be some other reason for this sudden infatuation with rope and roleplay …

Penelope let out another whimper, snapping Jacob's mind back to the present. He moved his hand further down, just above her thick tailbase. "I think I found some treasure … right here!"

Penelope let out a gasp as she felt a human hand snake downward and grope her slit. She clenched on reflex, and even from the outside Jacob could feel her vent muscles tighten. But, as he ran a thumb up and down the crevice in her scales, her entrance quickly relaxed as if to invite him in. Jacob did not accept the invitation just yet—for now being content to play with the outside of her slit, kneading and stroking the thin scales and the stretchy, malleable skin underneath.

Penelope arched her neck back, tilting her chin towards the forest canopy. "Oh no! I'm being pleasured by a handsome knight and there's nothing I can do about it!" she shouted, and Jacob tried his hardest not to snicker.

Keeping one hand wrapped around her tail, Jacob used the other to slowly massage the dragon's slit. Jacob's fingertips caressed the cleft that formed her entrance, running up and down the soft skin. They peaked in, but refrained from entering—an act that caused Penelope lean backward in an attempt to force the fingers in.

"Ah ah ah, dragon, not yet," Jacob caroled to her as he moved his fingers away. As he did, he felt cold air wash over them—they were slightly damp with moisture.

Penelope let out a long whine and continued to narrate. "And now the handsome knight begins his torturous tease, while Gargarus is helpless to resist! How long will he cruelly pleasure Gargarus for? How many orgasms must she suffer through? How much of his tasty human cum will she be filled wi—"

"Oh my god, Nel!" Jacob broke out in laughter. He put his head in his hands and worked his giggles out as the blindfolded dragon stood there pouting.

"You're not supposed to laugh …" she whimpered. "This is serious!"

"That's … that only makes it worse!" cried Jacob, who patted the dragon's rump as he doubled over in laughter. "'Tasty human cum' … just … cripes, I can't believe you said that out loud!"

"Jaaaaake," Penelope fussed.

Jacob stood up straight and attempted to get ahold of his emotions. "Alright … alright! I'm sorry, Nel." He took in a deep breath, wiped the smile off his face, and attempted to segue back into his role as sexy tormentor. "Now then, Gargarus … be silent and accept your punishment!"

Penelope flicked her ears down again and let out a miserable whimper … but on the inside the dragon was delighting in hearing Jacob give orders. For several minutes Jacob worked her scaly slit in silence, drawing his fingers along the scaled entrance, teasing her. Blindfolded and bound, the dragon could do nothing to prevent such lewd actions ... if she desired to!

Penelope gasped and flinched when she felt a pair of fingers spread her slit wide open, exposing her mating vent and internal clitoris to the air. The dragon let out a long whine as Jacob took in the view, wanting to appreciate the moment. There was a time when a glance down here filled Jacob with unease at Penelope's unfamiliar, scaly anatomy, but now, he thought, perhaps he had just gotten used to it ...

Penelope's pink vent was already wet and radiated warmth from the increased bloodflow. She was ready for him. Jacob took his other hand and began to tease along the inside of her slit, darting near her now-swollen clitoris, tantalizing her with only the lightest of touches.

"Hrnnnnn …" Penelope let out another whimper as she once again tried to lean into his fingers, but Jacob denied her once more. "Cedric, please …" she begged, and Jacob chuckled. The dragon let out a quiet gasp as his fingers prodded the entrance to her vent, and she tried to clench around them, but he pulled away too quickly, leaving her with nothing to squeeze. Penelope let out a snort of frustration.

"Stick them in!" she begged with a shake of her hips.

"Stick what in, Gargarus?" Jacob asked with a grin. He surprised himself with how much he was getting into this silly roleplay act. "These fingers?" he accentuated the question with a gentle push of two fingertips at the entrance to her vent. "These human fingers?"

"Yes, Cedric, pleeease!" Penelope whined. She tried shuffling her feet back to press against his hand in desperation. Jacob put a hand on her haunches to stop her, worried that the dragon might fall back on her rump with that stick lashed to her legs …

"But I'm a human, and you said so yourself that you wouldn't do naughty things with a human …"

"Rrrf, I don't care if you're a human or a dragon!" she cried. "I need to feel you inside of me!"

Jacob's chest tightened, and he caught his own breath. He doubted that Penelope realized it, but her response let loose something pent-up inside of him, something long overdue for release.

"Jake …? Jake?" Penelope called out. She turned her head his way. "Is there something wrong? You've gone quiet."

"Alright, Gargarus … you'll get your wish."

Penelope let out a gasp as she felt a pair of fingers slip inside of her vent. Squealing in delight, she clenched around them to savor the girth, enjoying the firm resistance they provided. It wasn't quite as much girth as Jacob's cock, she thought, (and definitely not as much as Jasper's!) but it was just perfect for a warm-up.

Jacob sunk his middle and ring fingers down to the knuckle. Palming the dragon's tender slit with the rest of his hand, he worked her slowly, pumping those fingers in and out, wiggling them, and spreading her slick fluids around. For several minutes he pleasured his dragon in silence, content in listening to her lusty groans and churrs, and feeling her lean back into his hand in wanton desire. He tried hard to think of things to say and spoke as they came to him.

"Yes, that's it, dragon … feel my fingers within you … squeeze them, savor them. You cannot flee, you cannot fight it … you have no option but to accept the pleasure that Cedric is giving you … you can't resist, Gargarus … you have only one option: to give in, and submit …"

With every word, Penelope made adorable little growls of pleasure as the words riled her up, and Jacob would grin. This silly roleplay stuff was ... actually kinda fun, he thought! He could already feel her getting wetter. With Penelope's tail conveniently raised, his other hand was free to join in, and it soon did, sneaking lower to rub at the dragon's most sensitive spot …

Penelope jumped in place as she felt a sudden pair of fingers aggressively rubbing her clitoris. "Ah! Cedric!" she yelped, and let out another long growl. "Not there! You'll make me climax!"

"Not where? Do you mean ... here?" Jacob asked as he strummed her clit aggressively, and Penelope tensed up and worked out the pleasured growl that had been welling up in her throat.

"Nooooo!" Penelope cried out. "Humans aren't supposed to touch me there!"

"And dragons aren't supposed to enjoy it," Jacob countered.

Penelope's hips were moving on their own accord, grinding against the pair of hands that were so busy making her feel good. She struggled in her bindings, pulling against the rope that constricted her. It was not that the dragon wanted to break free, but merely knowing that she could not escape even if she wanted to … that was enough to up the thrill factor. She was stuck here, in the forest, forced to be pleasured for who knows how long! It was so … so … how did Lucy put it? Oh yes, so dreadfully delightful!

"Take it, dragon!" Jacob jeered. "Accept your punishment! His fingers plunged deep within her, speeding up until a loud, wet schlicking noise filled the surrounding ambience.

"Aaah!" Penelope gleefully trilled. "Best punishment ever!"

The dragon squirmed and groaned at the dual-handed technique. The combination of clitoral rubbing and finger penetration was driving her crazy. Her ears were folded flat against her head, her cheek fins were fanned out wide, and her keeper's cum was still spread across her lips and chin. The dragon couldn't see, sit down, or flee. She was lost in a dark world of pleasure and lust.

Penelope patted and stamped her feet in anxious pleasure as the two hands worked her feminine parts to orgasm. Jacob's fingers worked the dragon's clit aggressively, rubbing over the nib in a tight circular motion—a tactic that Jacob had found out worked the best in their previous times together. His other continued to rapidly thrust in and out of the dragon's hot vent. Both hands were now quite wet with slick fluids. Penelope's growls and moans of wanton desire filled his ears.

"Haaah … haaah … almost there!" Penelope gasped.

Behind her, she did not feel the intruding fingers slow down. Nor did she feel the rubbing on her clit pull away. Instead, she heard a voice, low and quiet.

"Good."

Penelope felt her insides tingle and tighten. Her breath quickened, her panting gave way to a high-pitched squeal. That wonderful tingly feeling grew and grew in her lower tummy, blooming into a wonderful electrifying sensation. The dragon let out a lusty growl.

Jacob felt her inner muscles relax around his fingers. And then—they clamped down hard, clenching in erratic spasms. Jacob spread his fingers and plunged in as deep as he could, really giving the dragon something to squeeze. Penelope twitched and fidgeted in her throes of passion, tail thrashing in its loops of rope, wings spreading and grasping at the air. Her claws dug into the soft earth, ripping up grass by the roots. Hot fluids leaked from the dragon's slit as her vent spent itself, running down the back of Jacob's hands and wrists as her vent erratically convulsed around his intruding fingers.

Only when he felt the dragon's contractions wane and taper off did Jacob finally remove his digits from the quivering mess of her slit. When all was said and done, the dragon was a panting, whimpering wreck … and they hadn't even had sex yet!

Penelope hung her head low. Her limp tongue was hanging from her open mouth. She paused to swallow her saliva down. "Are … are you hard yet?" she asked.

"I was thinking we're done here …" came the reply.

Penelope couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. "But … but … it would be a shame to let that hard cock go to waste …"

Penelope felt a pat on her rump. "You've learned your lesson, Gargarus."

The dragon let out a cry of dismay. "What?! No! I still need to be mated! I'm not like you … I can go again right after I come!"

She heard Jacob laugh. "Oh, Gargarus … you're funny. But you forgot who's in control of who."

Penelope stamped an angry foot down."Rrrg, not fair! I'm so wet right now … mate me already!"

"Ah ah, tied-up dragons don't get to make demands."

"Come on, Jake!" Penelope whined as she shook her hindquarters to and fro in a desperate attempt to appeal. "Pretty pretty please?"

"I'm not Jacob, remember? I'm Cedric, the dragon-slayer!"

Penelope let out a frustrated growl. "But I don't want Cedric. I want Jake!"

When the words were out of the dragon's mouth, they struck Jacob dumb. His mouth hung open as he tried to form a response. Suddenly, all the pieces began to fall into place for him: the fairytale, the characters, the silly pretense of dragon-slaying and treasure-plundering … this wasn't really about rope and roleplay.

All of these "games" were simply a means to an end. To what end, perhaps even Penelope wasn't fully aware of, but now Jacob could see it. This was something Penelope wanted, and had in fact wanted for some time, now. The subject had come up before, back when perhaps he was too uncomfortable, too full of shame at their interspecies antics to truly give it to her … so this time, the dragon had devised a silly game of moans and groans to get what she wanted.

Penelope desired him. And the only thing the dragon really wanted was to feel Jacob desire her as well.

Penelope cocked her head in confusion as she felt the rope around her hind legs coming loose. "What are you doing?"

"We don't need these anymore, Gargarus," Jacob said as he untied her. "You've become so tempted that you won't resist a human such as me, even if you could."

Penelope let out a whimper. "Jake, you're just stalling before you unf me, aren't you?"

"Cedric," Jacob once again corrected. "And no, I'm not stalling. I'm giving you a test," he said as he freed her tail from its bindings. "I'm freeing you from your bondage, and giving you two options. You can either resist me, and escape my clutches ... or you can give in to your desires, and let a human take you for a mate."

Penelope felt the blindfold ripped from her head, and she squinted in the bright light that assaulted her sensitive vision. "Now ... which will it be, dragon?"

Penelope looked back at Jacob. He was holding his erection out for her and smiling confidently. The dragon was sold. Without a second thought, she raised her tail for him.

"Mate me," she said.

Jacob nodded. "Prepare yourself for the fuck of your life, dragon."

Penelope gasped at the sudden boldness of words in a mixture of shock and delight. "Jacob?!" she shrieked. But there was little time to prepare: she felt something brush up against her slit … something hot and hard. Penelope moaned as she felt the hot rod slip between her slit and slide deep within her. Inch after inch she felt him penetrate, until at last the dragon felt Jacob's hips press against her own and could not help herself but squeeze his hot girth in delight. Jacob grinded against her, noting how cool her scales felt against his warm skin.

And then, a single, powerful thrust that had Penelope's whole body quake. She let out a yelp of surprise. But the dragon barely had time to prepare when another hit her. And then another … and another. Each thrust shook the dragon with delicious intensity. Jacob's sudden brashness—Penelope had not been ready for it. She had not expected it. But she welcomed such changes with trills of glee.

"Ah! Jake!" Penelope crooned, basking in the lustful way her keeper was using her body. "Yes! Yes! Just like that!"

Jacob did not waste time in building steam. Penelope shivered, hissed, and howled as every thrust sent his throbbing erection deep within her soaking wet slit.

"Gosh, why do you always feel so good, Nel ..." Jacob breathed. Her silken walls were wrapped around him just tight enough, and her internal body heat kindled a fire in his chest. He liked feeling her squirm and clench, and savored a guilty pleasure for every lust-driven growl that escaped her throat.

Penelope grinded against her keeper's hips. "Rrf, I don't know, but don't stop! Never stop!"

Penelope relaxed her neck and tail, quickly becoming lost in a world of pleasure, blissfully unaware of anything except the incredible pounding Jacob was giving her wet vent. Her toes curled and flexed in the soft grass. Her thick dragon tail thrashed and squirmed, making it hard to meet his hips with her own.

Cripes, that tail was always getting in the way, Jacob thought. Bending forward, Jacob tucked Penelope's tail under his armpit, wrapped his hands securely around the crook of her hind legs, and held on tight. He pulled the dragon's hips backward with every thrust, causing her to shudder and rock back and forth. She raised one hind leg and let it dangle in her keeper's grasp.

Jacob ravaged his dragon with wild abandon, like it was the first time—not Jacob's first time with Penelope, as that was a somewhat reluctant, awkward affair … but his first time with anyone, early in his college career. He remembered meeting up with her, getting invited to come over and study for that economics exam … but the books were only open for a short while. It was a time full of lust and anticipation and so much excitement that one could hardly focus on anything else.

Penelope's next orgasm came quickly. Her hind legs quivered as she filled the ambience of the forest with a symphony of draconic growls and groans. Jacob did not slow down. He did not give her time to breathe. He was relentless, and as the dragon squirmed and writhed in bliss, he felt her vent once more uncontrollably twitching and squeezing. When she had finally calmed down, Jacob abruptly pulled out.

"Ahh ... hahhh ... " Penelope panted. The dragon was beyond wet. She was now soaked.

Penelope collapsed to the ground on her side, too tired to stand any longer. But she had no time to catch her breath. Within seconds she felt a hand wrap around one of her hind legs. She sucked in a quick breath and tilted her head Jacob's way, just in time to find him spreading her hind legs.

"Oh no, I'm not done with you yet." He flashed a grin.

If Penelope wasn't so shocked, she would have squealed with joy. Getting down on his knees, Jacob wrapped one arm around her lifted leg and brought it to his chest. With his other hand, he guided his erection back within her dripping wet vent.

Enthralled with her Keeper's behavior, Penelope propped herself up on one elbow to watch as he pounded away. She wanted to kiss him silly for this. But that would have to wait until after. The dragon arched her neck and crooned at the warm rod plunged deep within her. That face he bore ... the slack-jawed panting, the half-open eyes that spoke of desire and lust ... merely seeing that expression of masculine desire filled her with excitement and caused her feminine parts to buzz and tingle. He was going to make her climax again. She knew it.

Jacob ran his free hand along the dragon's belly scutes, feeling their firm texture and the neat creases between each plate. He was sweating. His dragon was staring at him, positively entranced as he mated her vent. He could feel the muscles in her leg as she wantonly kicked and flexed, unable to lie still as he pounded her deep. Her tail slapped the hard earth. She snorted acrid smoke through her nostrils.

Another growl welled up in Penelope's throat, and she let it out. "Oh god, Jake! Yes! Yes! Yes!" the dragon cried, flexing her toes and and thrashing her thick tail against the ground.

Jacob bucked the dragon wildly, sending her whole body rocking against the grassy forest floor. Penelope had become so thoroughly wet that his whole crotch was smeared with her fluids. She arched her back and writhed in Jacob's rapturous desire.

"I'm about to come ..." Jacob groaned.

"Give it to me!" the dragon eagerly growled.

She could already feel him nearing, by the way he'd slow down, his thrusting becoming more wild and passionate. He squeezed her leg close to his chest and drove deep into her vent, and finally gave his last, using his whole body to drive himself as deep as he possibly could while his cock swelled to its maximum size and unleashed a jet of white fluids deep within the dragon's vent. Penelope shuddered as he came inside of her, feeling the hot bursts as they were delivered. Letting out a deep growl as one last wave of pleasure swept over her, she squeezed her egg-laying muscles around him, forcing their combined fluids to leak from her soaked vent. Jacob let out a grunt and set his teeth, the pressure in his groin forcing out one more spurt, thoroughly claiming his dragon with his seed.

And when all was said and done, Jacob finally relaxed and let go of her leg. He pulled out and fell back on one hip in the grass, propping himself up with his hands. Cooing to herself, Penelope fell back and drew her forepaws to her chest, too dazed to do much of anything but simply lie there and bask in the afterglow.

"Cripes …" Jacob whispered. He brushed his brown hair out of his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh. He thought to himself ... what had come over him so suddenly that he was going to town on his dragon like it was their honeymoon? At first, he thought it was simply the silly roleplay, but now … he wasn't sure ...

"Rrrr, that was sooooo good ..." Penelope rasped. The dragon was short of breath, and her hay-colored chest rose and fell with rapid succession. "I feel like I'll never walk again! Rrf."

"I feel like I'm riding on a cloud right now …" Jacob whispered. He had a thought to lie down next his dragon and did not resist it, plopping down in the soft grass and letting the forest air wash over his nude body. Without hesitation, Penelope turned his way and wrapped him up in her strong forelegs. She rested her head against his shoulder and snuggled him tight, and Jacob had to laugh as he returned the hug.

"Mmm, I'm glad you feel good, Jake," she cooed, giving his neck a warm nuzzle. "That makes me feel good, too."

"Really? I feel the same." Jacob guided her forehead to touch his own. He stroked her cheeks and kissed her on the nose. Penelope basked in her keeper's affection, and churred in reciprocation. After such a wild romp, the dragon had not felt this happy in many days, and in her mind, she wished that the moment could last forever.

When Jacob finally let go, he sat up and looked down at the dragon that he had just lain with, and once again marveled at just how his life had come to this. "Cripes, Nel … I can't believe—"

"No! More cuddles!" Penelope demanded, and with a grunt she pulled Jacob back down on the ground. Laughing, Jacob let the dragon snuggle up tight, and for now, he decided to simply relax in her scaly embrace and listen to the sound of her warm churrs.

Minutes passed in silence before Penelope let her keeper sit back up, and when he did so, he stretched his arms over his head and breathed out a relaxed sigh. Groaning in sublime satisfaction, Penelope propped herself up and lifted a hind leg to see for herself what Jacob had done to her.

The dragon's slit had been ravaged. Penelope had become so wet that most of her rear was slick with her own juices and more had left trails that had run down her inner thighs and tail. And white, sticky semen was leaking from her well-used and aching vent. Her nose zeroed in on her slit, and she delighted in the scent of her human here. Her tongue was quick to lap and lick, beginning a long and much-needed cleaning session. There was so much mess … she couldn't remember the last time she had gotten this wet!

Jacob watched his dragon clean herself, deep in thought. "I think this 'Cedric' act has taught me a few things about myself ..." he finally said aloud, after a long lull.

"Mmm, what do you mean?" the dragon looked up and licked her chops.

"I ... I'm not sure, yet."

Unsure of how to reply, Penelope stayed silent and finished cleaning her vent. She then scooted over to him and nudged in between his thighs with her snout. "Legs open," she said, and happily began cleaning when Jacob did as requested.

Jacob looked down at the dragon lapping up her fluids with an odd sense of peace. "Usually, when we're doing naughty things, I always have these thoughts in the back of my mind, that I'm doing something wrong. But ... when you said you didn't care if I was human or dragon ... well, I know it was under the guise of your game, but at the same time ... I knew you meant it."

Penelope paused her cleaning duties for but a few seconds to speak. "Of course I meant it, silly Jake."

Jacob put a palm to his forehead. "And it got me thinking that maybe, just maybe ... Cedric shouldn't care if you're human or dragon, either. You see, stepping into Cedric's shoes let me look at our naughty stuff from a different perspective. And near the end, when I started talking dirty to you ... ah, hell, I don't even know if that was Cedric talking or Jacob talking ..."

Penelope slowly lifted her head, regarding her keeper strangely. "W ... what do you mean? I'm confused."

"I mean that this time, I was able to set aside my shame for a while, and just enjoy sex for being sex."

Penelope let out a gasp. "Really?! You're not getting upset? You're not getting upset!"

The dragon tackled Jacob to the ground, causing him to yelp in surprise as he was forced onto his back. Crouching over him, Penelope smothered her keeper in licks, nibbles, and dragon kisses, taking breaths only to speak a few words at a time. "Oh, Jake—I'm so happy—right now! I hate it—when you get—all fussy about—something as silly—as mating—especially when—I'm horny and—I need your cock—and I—"

"Cripes, Nel, stop!" Jacob said, laughing. He pushed her snout away gently. "You're gonna suffocate me!" He looked up at his dragon, and grinned at her endearing face. "Come here ..." Jacob wrapped his arms around his dragon's neck and gave her a big hug, and Penelope laid back down in the grass next to him, accepting the embrace with a gasp of joy. "You're cute as a button, Penelope," he whispered, holding her tight. Penelope squeezed him in response and said nothing, too enamored to reply.

Jacob was first to break the hug. "Now, just because this happened, I'm not saying I'm completely fine with us and that we're going to be screwing for eight hours a day ..."

Penelope's pulled away from the snuggle, looking at her keeper in dismay. "Awww ... why not?"

Jacob laughed and sat back up. "Because I'd pass out from exhaustion! But also because I'm not sure it would be best, given the situation at home. I think I already told you that Mother is frantically searching for ..." Jacob pursed his lips, "a young noblelady's daughter for me to befriend, so that I stop spending so much time with you. I've seen her writing letters to her friends and correspondents. More mail has left the estate this month than all the other months combined!"

Penelope blinked. "Why? Does Lucy want you to mate humans instead of me?"

Jacob winced. "That's one way to put it ..." Jacob stood up on his feet with a grunt and bent over to gather his clothes.

"That's not fair!" Penelope beat a foot upon the ground. "You should get to mate whoever you want."

"Hey, I want to ... mate humans, too!" Jacob proclaimed in staunch defense. "Just not like this. It's been so awkward since her and Father found out you and me ..." He stepped into his underpants and slipped both socks on.

"Mm! I got an idea ..." Penelope let a playful growl build in her throat. "Why don't you and me and your lady friend all unf together? Then it would be fair for everyone!"

Jacob groaned and dropped his head in his hands. He wasn't sure if he should be laughing or not. "Ugh ... Penelope, that's not how things can go ..." He bent down to pull up his trousers.

"Why not?" Penelope innocently asked.

"Because most women would find that repulsive! Unless—"

Jacob gasped. Jenivive. Jenivive was probably the only woman in the whole city that wouldn't get offended at such a proposal. Maybe ... maybe she'd even say yes! And now that she was in his mind, Jacob couldn't get her out. A stray thought or two came to the front of his imagination, wondering what she looked like underneath those dresses she wore, and how soft to squeeze those breasts were ...

"Oh cripes … cripes! Augh!"

"What, what?" Penelope asked in dismay.

"I …" Jacob pursed his lips tight and decided to simply tell the truth, knowing that dragons tended to not get jealous over relationships in the same way humans did. "I started thinking about Jenivive," he blurted out. "Like … as if I should be doing this stuff with her instead of you. And now I … I …"

Penelope began to giggle. "Jaaaake," she playfully sung his name. "Do you want to mate her?"

Jacob's cheeks turned red hot, causing Penelope to giggle even more. "What—no! I mean—well … I …" he folded his arms across his chest and adopted a grumpy expression. "She's a commoner. And she's much older than me. It's not going to happen. Mother would be so upset if she found out I started a relationship with a commoner."

"So?" Penelope crooned. "I think she wants to mate you too, Jake. When we went out to lunch at that nice dragon place, I saw her looking at your cute butt when you went to go pay."

"Wha—really?!" Jacob stopped in the middle of buckling his belt. He violently shook his head. "No way. You're making this up!"

Penelope laughed. "No I'm not! I think you should go for it. Only …" the dragon let out a lusty growl and nudged his chest. "Just don't tire yourself out too much—at the end of the day, you'll still have a lonely dragon waiting for you back at home …"

Jacob anxiously nibbled on his lip. "We're done talking about this," he finally said, after a long period of deliberation. He picked up his shirt and re-buttoned it.

Penelope pouted. "Awww … fine."

Jacob scratched his back, unable to ignore the itchiness of laying down in the grass. After slipping his shoes on, he gathered up the rope and stuck it in Penelope's dragon saddle, and buckled the saddle to her shoulders. "Come on, 'Gargarus' ... now that your treasure is all plundered, we should be getting back home."

Coming up behind him, Penelope wormed her snout between his waist and his arm, and looked up at her keeper. "Yes, 'Cedric' ... whatever you wish," she jokingly answered.

Jacob looked down at his dragon. He regarded her playful grin and smiled.

TO BE CONTINUED