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Temeraire's Journey

Dragons Bound

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Part two of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dragcoin

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In the ship below them, as one day moved into the next, the four middle-weight dragons did not gain any relief either. Although Maximus, on occasion, was permitted orgasm – mostly when someone slipped up and pushed him too far, losing the “game" of holding him on the edge amongst the sailors – Nitidus was openly told that he would not.

The dragon quivered, down below deck, his tongue lolling limply and loosely from his mouth, groaning openly.

“Oh, please… Please…"

Nitidus quivered, the medium-weight Pascal's Blue dragon in suspension bondage, his wings cruelly forced to stay outstretched as if to make a mockery of his flight. He was older than Temeraire, Lily and Maximus, though he had never experienced anything as decrepit nor as cruel as what the humans on that ship put him through. His blue wings quivered as he swung there, his belly down as if he really was flying, legs forced into tight, rigid bondage, as if he was a statue to be enjoyed.

The dragon was just in an entertainment room for the crew, however, to help keep their morale up. A machine behind him crammed and twisted a dildo into him, though that one had been rigged with a vibrating function too: quite impressive for the time! His cock was out and out show when the sailors wanted to use him and his body, though it was always hard, forced out with a tight, hide-like sleeve around the base of his cock.

The ring around the base of his cock kept it hard, a part of his bondage that could not be removed, some of the drake's muscles flexing and bunching, contracting while he tried to respond. The sailors jerked him off and used a thick fleshlight on him, hard on the outside with a soft, squishy interior. They could have used it to collect his cum while he was in there, though Nitidus did not know, not even then, that there was an explicit notice and warning on the door to make sure that everyone that entered was well aware that the severely bound dragon was to be kept in a state of denial.

When the sailors were not in there, another mechanism ground the fleshlight back and forth on his cock, though lightly and gently. Notably, it was never enough to let him cum, teasing him and keeping him on the edge, barely even allowing him the faint luxury of sleep.

“Nnnnnggghhhh, please… Please release me… Let me…cum… I can't… Can't… No…"

Nitidus licked his lips, though the crew in there were already relaxing, clapping one another on the backs as they left, content with the torture that they had put the blue dragon through, his anal ring tight around the suddenly pounding, driving dildo that had been ramped up to its highest setting by their hand.

“Guuuuuuhhhhhh… Noooooo… Please… No…"

He groaned, attention picking up as a bellowing roar echoed through the ship. Was that Iskeria? It was good to hear another dragon down there, though he hoped she was doing better than he was…

Messoria, on the other hand, was near him in another room, though she attracted sailors that were keen to see her forced through many orgasms – sometimes. Her days alternated between extreme release and extreme denial, the crew sometimes changing it up so that she could not find a pattern in anything that was going on or happening to her, howling and groaning as her body was tortured.

“Ugghhhhh… Please… Can't…cum…not anymore! Please… Ahhhhhh!"

The medium-weight Yellow Reaper should have been vicious, yet she didn't feel so, not her usual capable self, not down there, no, not at all. She was bound on her back with her hind legs kicked up and curled back in towards her bond, forced to bend, claws hidden within thick mittens so that she was of no risk to the crew. Her pussy and tail hole were both pounded with separate dildos, sometimes with the crew taking over and disengaging them from the machinery that powered them, so that they could have even more control over her.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!" She howled, eyes closed, though the nightmare continued. “No more… Please! No more!"

Her body ached so desperately and she grunted thickly in the back of her throat as her holes clenched around the toys.

“Ah! No, that's – unff! – too much! Ooooooohhhhhh…"

“Hey, let's see if I can get her to keep going, cumming like that…" One sailor joked. “Like, no break between orgasms, fucking whore of a dragon…"

“A dragon can't be a whore, they don't even know what we're doing to them! You're messed up in the head…"

Her pussy dripped and squeezed, trying to treat the pounding might of the toys as a drake that she could take, though her drained body was only given the bare minimum sustenance, by mouth, that was needed to keep her alive. No more than that, after all, was needed for a dragon that was there merely to be the crew's entertainment as they sailed on.

Dulcia and Immortalis were abused similarly… Really, the crew had similar tastes, though there was always something more sordid and decrepit, cruel to the extreme, that the sailors could concoct for them. The Grey Copper, Dulcia, hissed through an open maw as she was stimulated, having been given a natural compound, which the sailors had fished up from the sea, that stimulated her into season. Which meant that she was practically driven mad with need, her bondage set to allow her to thrust as she stood on all fours, though her legs were all hobbled and she was in steel cross-ties that kept her in the middle of the room. Her tail, of course, was bent up and over her back, chained to her collar. She wore a muzzle through which she could talk, gnashing her teeth, though the humiliation still burned hotly through her veins every moment of every day, for having to wear it.

“Unff… Please… Let him… I need him… Ohhhhhhh, can't… Need…cum… Need…drake…"

For she was begging, through the barrelling drive of her heat, for Immortalis to breed her, to take her. She needed a male, something to end the burning desire in her loins, and yet she was denied even the release of orgasm. Sometimes she was kept on the edge and sometimes she was left alone entirely, though the dragoness didn't know which would ever be worse.

Immortalis was made to cum. And cum. And cum again. Every bucket of cum that he produced was sloshed over Immortalis, letting her bellow and feel the cream of a drake pouring over her, messily dripping from her scales, stimulating her even more. She howled and wrenched, eyes wide and wild, driven feral with need. It was a primal desire, so very much so, even if Immortalis had no hand in it at all, the drake in the same room so that every bucket of cum that he filled could be poured over the dragoness, leaving no inch of her uncoated with his slick, viscous, clinging cream.

“Ahhhhhhh!" He shrieked, the Yellow Reaper humiliated, his cock burning with sensitivity, as if every nerve ending had been shocked by electricity, the length hot and turgid. “I… Agh! Please… No more… Not for me… Not for her…"

For he also cared for Dulcia, even when they were down there, their howls and cries of unrest mingling with the resonating roars of other dragons who were also being so abused…

After a few days had passed, Temeraire was sounded by the aviators, though the Celestial could not have known what the purpose was, no. His cock was, as always, erect, and a thin rod inserted into it while he was cranked right up to deck level so that they had easy access to his dick, the rest of his lower body left below deck. No one needed to bother with that part of him.

“Unnfff… Agh! That's…unnnggghhhh, so tight…"

Temeraire let out a long, droning groan, trying to twist away, though the aviators laughed and shoved one another.

“Come on – make him cum!"

The dragon had not known that it was possible to do so with the thin rod penetrating his cock – surely that should have stopped him from getting there? Yet the aviators knew something that the dragon did not as they used a smaller fleshlight, with an open end on each end, that they could use in place of their hands to stimulate him, allowing them to keep going for longer.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Temeraire screamed, orgasm billowing inside him – but where was it to go? Fear clawed at the drake as if he had been taken by a sea monster, but semen still erupted from him as she shrieked, his body going into flight mode, even when there was nowhere for him to flee to. He just had to run, had to fly, had to get away. Even when the sound was left inside him, hollow so that it could funnel his cum out in a thin, spouting stream. The aviators cheered, though bored of him quickly as they clamped tight metal bands around his cock, so tight that the flesh of his cock bulged out between every band.

“Nnnnggghhhh, no… I can't… You… Please, stop… Noooooooo!"

His knot did not get much attention, though they put a true, metal cock ring on him too, tightening it to the narrower shaft behind his knot, chaining it to the sounding rod.

Temeraire shuddered, quivering with loss. But Dulcia did not know what was happening to him, not as she was, finally, taken from below decks, the dragoness shaky on her legs, barely able to move a few inches with the tight hobbles around her legs. They didn't want her to get loose, even though the edge of her heat had come down – only because they had given her less of the compound in recent days.

“Unff!"

Strapped down, splayed out with every leg pointing in a different direction and her wings neatly bound in tight (very tight) to her back, her body was exposed, her vagina right at the edge of the table-like platform that could be raised and lowered for the aviators to use her as they pleased. Of course, they were mostly interested in getting to use a dragoness rather than a drake, as a lot of the dragons were male to avoid the issues with heat cycles in their lines of work.

A speculum, cold and not even warmed up, was shoved into her cunt as she dimly registered Temeraire's screams from above deck. Dulcia was too exhausted to even hope that he was doing okay, for there was only existence to be focused on, the aviators opening the speculum wider and wider and wider.

“Unff…"

Her clit was usually tucked within her pussy, hidden by the tightness of her slit, but they exposed it and tugged the soft, pliable flesh out, so that it rested right against her entrance. Dulcia quivered, tail trying to shudder, but it was still locked up over her back, while she reeked of Immortalis' seed. Dulcia didn't ever think that she would get the cloying feel of it off her, exhausted while she ached for more, for orgasm that had been denied to her, the pleasure of being with another dragon while her body was made to want it more and more and more.

“Noooooo… Can't… No more… Don't do this…to me…"

They prepared her body for something, though it would come from another meaning entirely as a dragon's howl shook the ship: an impressive feat indeed considering the sheer size of the transporter.

Yet Temeraire shuddered and grunted and tried to buck his hips to no avail, having been stimulated but denied since the sound and clamps had been applied to his cock. The platform that he was sitting on was cranked and lowered down and down and down, through multiple decks to the dining area of the dragon captains.

Temeraire groaned, trying to snake his neck out instinctively, even though his wings were still mockingly outstretched, a long, restrictive bondage clamp lining his neck, keeping every vertebra neatly lined up. He could no more fight back than a sea slug on the hull of the ship could fight back against the humans up on deck.

His cock was lowered to the level needed, yet…his head was not. He was left in darkness, trying to look around, seeing the lights below him and hearing the chatter, the clatter of their cutlery. But he was to be a part of it while separate, both at the same time.

“Ah! I see the dragon has finally arrived…"

Temeraire didn't know who was talking, but it didn't matter. He tried to turn his head back and forth but the bindings lashed him in place, his flanks heaving and shuddering with breath, though the collar around his neck even felt like it was too tight for him to get a full breath down through his windpipe too.

“Unff… No… Please…"

He didn't even know what was happening, not even as his cock was placed in a trough that ran through the wooden table, the metal bands that lined the length helping to neatly slot it into place. However, the dragon whimpered and whined, shuddering and trying to jerk his wings in closer, all to no avail, as his cock was, slowly and occasionally, stroked.

Temeraire never knew where the touches were going to come from, the hands on his cock, so cold and dispassionate, as if they did not care at all about the dragon that the cock was attached to. He grunted and groaned, tongue lolling wetly from his mouth, though he produced too much saliva while he drooled in fear.

“Unff… No… Please, don't… I want…"

But Temeraire still knew that there was no way for him to get what he needed. His cock was stroked and forced to orgasm as he howled, shuddering in his bondage while he thrashed, heaving and gasping, his cum pouring out into the trough so that they could add it to their cups.

“Aaaaaagggghhhhhh! Please!"

The bands, however, stopped him from cumming too much, the cock ring and sounding rod adding to the torturous effect. The dragon tried to hump and rock his hips, yet it was an unfulfilling orgasm to the extreme, his scales raked raw where he had fought against his bondage. So caught up was he in torture, wanting relief and never getting it, that he didn't even register the dull, distant moans resonating through the ship, though it was not as if Temeraire was going to be able to help the dragon that it came from anyway.

Not as the cock ring and sounding rod prevented him from cumming too much, only a small amount leaving him with every broken, worsening orgasm. A ruined orgasm ripped through him every time, tears in his eyes, jaws hanging open as he screamed and screamed and screamed.

“Ahhhhhhhh, no, please! Aaaaaaagggggghhhhh! Please… Noooooooo, please, stoooooop!"

But they would not stop, no matter how long or how loudly he screamed, hoping against hope that his cries would reach the captains, getting them to stop in some way, to give him mercy. Of course, nothing happened, the captains using his cum, filling cups, taking his cream from him with perfect ease, for they had been treating dragons just like that for many years already.

So, why would they change just because one dragon screamed rather loudly? No, no… No, that would not change the minds of the captains at all, teasing his cock to get what they needed from him as if he was nothing more than a tap that could be turned on and off when the need so took them. Continuing to eat, they feasted as well as they had ever been able, even if Temeraire was not the only dragon being used, that night, to entertain them at dinner.

Dulcia, quivering with need, was down in the captain's dining cabin, strapped down on her back with her tail dragged back under the platform that she was on. They'd made sure that it was well out of the way, for they had wanted to use her female fluids, the dripping arousal from her pussy, for their dinner too, even if it was unconventional at best. It went well with their meals, though, with so many dragons to use as cattle, it was not a delicacy, not anymore.

Dulcia groaned, her jaws hanging open, tongue flicking up and along the inside of her teeth, though she ached desperately. She had to orgasm, she had to get off!

“Unnnnnggggghhhhh… Please… Yes… No…"

The dragoness didn't even know what she wanted, her body quaking, shuddering all the way through. Her tail tried to lash as a vibrating bulb, something purely created to torture dragons just like her, the fat nub of her clit having swollen out of her pussy when she had been prepared for the torture. As she screamed in climax, striving to thrash and get free, her juices flooded the dish that had been set out beneath her pussy, all for the pleasure of the captains.

“Ahhhhhhh! Ooohhhhhh!"

She cried out – yet one orgasm was not enough for her. Again and again, she was teased and stimulated, sometimes the captains only doing enough to get her wet, sometimes forcing her quickly to that throbbing peak of orgasm. And yet her body didn't want it, not when the force and the strain of it burned through, over and over again, her body wanting relief, rest – but that wasn't for a dragon to desire. Not when they wouldn't get what they needed from the captains, beasts of burden, beasts to be used, despite their intelligent minds and words.

Temeraire howled and tried to rock his hips back, tail aching deeply. At some point, he had dragged it back too roughly against the root of it, but he didn't know how to get free, no, not when his body ached so terribly already, worse than when he was forced to fly for hours on hours. That, at least, was something that a dragon naturally knew how to do, pumping their wings, beat after beat, stroking and powering through the air to shape it to their will.

“Aaaaaaaagggggghhhhhh, please… I can't… Can't…do… No… No more… Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Even that right was taken from them, however, as he was left a panting, heaving mess of a dragon, hanging in his bondage as if he could not even support himself anymore. He was just there to be a tool, Dulcia's shriller cries cutting through his, though the captains, if it was even needed, only raised their voices so that they could be heard over the dragons. They knew easily just how to talk around the cries of the dragons, after all, for it was a common occurrence on the ships, regardless of where they all were or where they were going.

So, it continued, until dessert. Temeraire heaved for breath, taking a moment of respite, though the grind and clank of machinery perked up his attention again. The throbbing ache of his cock was not something that the dragon, even then, could ignore, though he did glance back just once as a dull roar made the boards under his feet reverberate softly. It was as if the roaring dragon was far away, though the Celestial was sure that they had to be on board somewhere.

But the dragons knew the way of it, that they always had to be there, that they always had to obey their human masters, day by day, hour by hour. There was no respite for them, not at all, not as Dulcia was dragged down the table towards Temeraire's cock, a track wheeling her along. The captains laughed and even cheered, in a less rowdy fashion than the crew typically would when they had a dragon for entertainment.

“Unnfff… What… Ohhhhh!"

Temeraire howled as his cock was propped up, the bands, of course, still painfully locked around his dick and even the slender sounding rod still in place. Yet it was high enough to grind into Dulcia's aching, sopping-wet pussy as if it had always been meant to be there. Getting to breed a dragoness like her should have been a pleasure, but she was so much smaller than him!

“Aaaaaaahhhhhh – toooooooooo biiiiiiiig!"

She howled, though the dragoness, like all else, was tied down too tightly and securely to even thrash, heaving and panting, her sides trembling, jaws hanging open. The dragon's big cock, made even larger with the metal bands cutting into his flesh and forcing blood from where they bit in, sank into her, though it was the platform on the track that forced the dragoness, like a living sex toy, onto his dick.

The dragons didn't have a choice in the matter. Dulcia whined and heaved for air, her body straining and stretching massively around him.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!"

She didn't know why the dragon was crying out so much – it was her that was being split open! Though Dulcia did not have to know that Temeraire had faced torture too, not even able to feel the sounding rod that was inside Temeraire, though it was not as if it was something that affected her. The track worked her back and forth, a mechanism set to grind – just as if Temeraire was a dildo that she was being ploughed down on, nothing more than a soft, pulsing hole for the dragon to thrust into.

“Nnnnnggghhhhh… Ohhhhh, no, it's too…biiiiiig!"

She wanted them to stop, though the dragoness could not even see the size of the cock that was being forced into her. And neither could Dulcia see the knot that was still going to be ploughed into her wanton pussy, grinding her body open increasingly, forcing her to take it, deeper and deeper and deeper.

The force… It was all-encompassing. The dragons should have been used to things by that time, though it was hard for them to truly make their peace with their treatment, considering how the humans always seemed to come up with something terrible for them, something new.

Her cunt closed around Temeraire's cock, but he body was going to have to accept it, one way or the other. Dulcia groaned, jaws hanging open as she tried to bear through it, feeling the metal warm to the blistering heat of her body, aching deeply, wanting relief. He ground in deeper and deeper until the knot at the base of Temeraire's cock strained at her flushed and brutally swollen lips, straining them open, wider and wider.

“Noooooooooo!"

It was as if the humans were making a game of it, though her head was not there in the moment enough for her to understand, not truly. It was just torture, her body burning with the need to both orgasm and find some kind of relief, but…she wasn't going to get it. Not as a deep, deep ache rang through her loins, the knot bearing in, more and more, deeper and deeper, her scream cutting through the air as she was forced to take it.

Eventually, the track won out, finally forcing his knot into her as Temeraire howled. He climaxed, though the stream of cum pouring down the sounding rod was as pathetic a load as everything else that he had spent so far down the rod. It was never meant at all to make him feel masculine and virile, not as he shuddered and strained and burned for a true release, something with which he could collapse into a, hopefully, dreamless sleep afterwards.

No… Of course, not. Even as Dulcia collapsed, a ripping, overbearing orgasm powering through her that practically knocked her out, he was not to be afforded that. The roars of another dragon echoed through the ship, dragging at the back of his mind, but Temeraire was not even in his right mind enough to know or understand just how and why they felt as if they were familiar, only that they were there. His knot bulged into Dulcia's pussy, locking them together, even as she heaved and grunted, her eyes rolled back, catatonic with pleasure. It may have been an incredible stretch for her dragon slit, though she had still managed to take him, eventually.

Temeraire hung his head the little that his bonds allowed. Maybe he would get some quiet when he was back on the dragon deck, his spread wings, once again, acting as a sail.

After the dinner was done, the captains walked the deck slowly and surely, not minding the noise of the dragons screaming, their cries echoing across the ship and the water alike. There was another ship passing, with the light of the stars reflecting off the water as they moved along their way, with other dragons too crying out as their bodies were used for the entertainment of the sailors, captains and the rest of the crew.

“Agh! No, please!"

“I can't take it anymoooooore!"

“Please – have mercy!"

No one even acknowledged them, for the cries were as normal as normal could be to everyone.

“They are providing us with fine sails this time," one captain said, admiring the dragons, Maximus being edged again and begging for release. “We are making excellent time…"

Maximus didn't hear them, howling and wrenching at his bonds, aching for release.

“Agh! Please… Nooooooo… I…can't… Need…more…"

His deep, booming voice was not the high-pitched scream that the captains were used to hearing from other dragons, though they moved on, for Lily, at the other end, did not disappoint. She was bound and had two dildos powering into her sopping wet dragon pussy, screaming and howling, someone up in the rigging to better fix the angle of her wing for catching the wind.

“Ahhhhhhhh! Noooooooo!"

Yet she was forced through orgasm as her pussy clamped down on the toy rammed into her, burning through as if she was being split open. Yet Lily could not hold their attention for long, even though another captain did pause by her, an inkling of an idea catching his attention for a little later.

“Hm…"

Heading below deck, they check on Messoria, who had been forced through many, many orgasms and strapped up in unusual bondage so that the sailors could better have their way with her. The dragoness hung limply in her bondage, splayed out as if she was in the position of a cross on the wall, easy access granted to her body while some of the crew members manually worked dildos into her holes. They had progressed to huge ones that forced her strained and stretched holes even wider still, groans rolling from her maw.

“Unff… No, please… Noooooo… Unnnggghhh…"

They moved on from her, pleased with how the dragons were being treated. There was a lot more going on there than merely one dragon, however, and their tastes for toying with them would change depending on which dragon took their fancy at any given time. Iskeria, after all, was one dragon who had not had much attention throughout their time on the ship so far, considering her fiery nature. Even bound, she could be a dangerous dragon to get close to and they had had to take particular care in getting her loaded up on the ship to begin with.

Bound in rigid, locking bondage, her muscles screamed for release, though the dragoness was barely even allowed to sleep. Every fiery roar that she blasted out was channelled into the metal funnel and tube, using the heat of her fire to power the machinery fucking every other dragon on the ship. So far, they had not had to divert any of the energy from her fire breath to power the ship, though that was something that they could always hold in the wings for later. It would be useful, if the dragon bait did not work, to get away from sea serpents if ever required. And the captain of the ship liked to be prepared for everything.

Iskeria still had her fiery nature, however, her anger fuelled by her bondage. The longer that she was kept locked down there, the more the dragon resolved not to beg for release, not to beg for anything. Toys slammed into her, huge and straining both her pussy and her tail hole, grinding in hard and fast, ruthlessly so. Yet that was something that Iskeria could ignore, even with the limb-locking bondage around her legs and body, which forced her, always, to remain standing.

“Gggggrrrrrraaaarrrrrr!"

She bellowed, spouting flame as, yet again, she orgasmed, letting loose the startling jet of fire as the captains watched, her eyes locked onto them. Seething in hatred, the dragoness took barely any pleasure at all for her orgasm, even if there was no ill-will in her for the humans. She didn't want to hurt them: she just wanted out.

For a dragon, however, that would forever be too much to ask.

Immortalis grunted, blinking at the humans, the dark of the hold closing in around her, though she had been forced through so many orgasms that she didn't know what to make of it, didn't even know if her mind was still in place. Without her screaming, the captains didn't have much interest in her, so it was just as well that she was a good dragon to have in Lily's formation. For she did not quite provide as much entertainment as the others, her stamina not what the crew would have liked.

Finally, they laughed at Nitidus, the drake babbling, begging for release, his cock lewdly swollen, straining and drooling more than enough pre-cum. So much, in fact, that it may as well have been an orgasm – so why on earth would they worry about the dragon being denied? He had been denied orgasm for so long that all he could do was mutter a stream of words, tongue flickering in and out, drooling thickly.

“No, please… No… Gotta…cum… Need…cum… Need… Need… Need…"

They didn't find him all that entertaining, however, and ended up back up on the top deck before Lily. The dragoness had spurred an idea in Captain Harcourt and the other captains were just as eager to take their turns in the game that he set forth for them.

To make her cum the most within five minutes. Quite a simple game but it didn't have to be any more than that, no, not as they controlled the machine powering the dildos, forcing it to use more and more energy, slamming the toys into her wet pussy and strained anal ring.

“Ahhhhhhhh!" She screamed, after the second orgasm so quickly after the first, her clit stimulated and forced out of her slit so that they could better abuse her. “Noooooooooo! I… Guuuuhhhhh!"

But the dragoness was not in any state at all to be calling the shots, just a beast of burden to them, something to be used. Four orgasms in five minutes became the record to beat and Lily howled.

“Oooooohhhhhhh, no! No mooooooore! Please!"

But they kept going, the dildos slowing down briefly, just so they could speed up again, tricking her body into thinking that it had had a rest. At least, that was all the drained dragoness could suspect was happening. She didn't truly know, not as both her passages clenched instinctively, her body forced through climax after climax, not even knowing who was toying with her at any one time.

Not until her captain stepped to the front.

Of course, Captain Harcourt knew her body the best and, even though his dragon pleaded with him to have mercy, he had none. He even grinned at Lily with a twinkle in his eye, watching his dragon wrench her head back and forth as much as she could. If he had cared at all about his dragon, he would have seen the panic on her face – but people simply didn't read the expressions of dragons like that.

“Noooooo, please – master! Have mercyyyyyyyyy! It's tooooooo muuuuuuuch!"

So, Lily was even forced to take a vibrating, overstimulating toy directly on her clit, screaming and howling, her tail whipping around, though it was still tied down around the crank. It was the captains, however, who controlled just how deep those toys were grinding into her at that time. She could not raise or lower the platform while they were entranced with using her body, until every captain had had their turn.

The dragoness hung there, heaving and panting, though the vibrating toy, something that was a new invention and one that the captains would get much, much further use out of for their dragon charges, strapped to her clit. Left there to be overstimulated and tortured, the dragoness whined and twisted, heaving, huffing, grunting, though, as always, Lily was completely ignored.

Unless it was for their entertainment, of course. That was the only thing that they were interested in, all that the dragons could do for them.

“Nnnnngggghhhhh… Please… Nooooooo… Need…sleep…"

She grunted and groaned, but the captains were already leaving. They left her there, for the crew to find later with the vibrating toy to amuse them too, panting and heaving, still overstimulated from being forced to orgasm violently so many times in short a short time. There had been a captain for every dragon from the flight there to stimulate her in the conversation and it had already taken them all late into the night.

Yet the night would stretch on longer and longer for Lily, sleep-deprived and broken, her moans stretching long, long into the night, never quite catching a full breath while she was left alone and lustful.

Against her will, of course, all against her will.

It was not just Temeraire to be dominated. All dragons were, regardless of whether they were dominant or submissive: they were all there to be taken.

And the journey itself still stretched out ahead of them.

For the dragons, it would be the longest yet.