In ties I willingly serve part 2;

The wind rushed through Matthew's hair. It had been a stressful day since he discovered Thyna's true feelings about him, and the following events had left him on cloud nine and deeply worried at the same time. Sure, they weren't seen but… Was he so sure of it? He laid down to pet the purple scales of his dragoness' neck. He received a pleasant deep rumbling purr from his dragon in response. He just hoped that she would not start to behave differently in public after what happened the day before, but truth be told, he could not see her the same way after that.

“What troubles you, love?" She said with a low mental hum. It set Matthew a bit on edge to hear the word love. That was a new one.

“Nothing" He lied, although his words were not convincing.

“Nothing" She blew out a puff of black smoke that washed over Matthew's face. He coughed, caught off guard as he inhaled a big could of smoke. The scent of ash and fire clang to his nostrils. “You mated with your dragon, and you just say nothing?"

“What is there to say?" he shot back “Is not it exactly right? I don't know, I doubt I can explain it to a dragon." He protested, trying to avoid the conversation. Despite it being on his mind, he did not really wanted to talk that much about the act itself.

“You hurt me. Besides, you wouldn't have done what you did if you thought I wasn't your equal."

“Perhaps" Matthew looked down at her scales, how the muscles under her scales shifted with each powerful beat of her wings. He was reminded yet again how she could just decide not to be nice anymore and ruin all his plans. “But I don't know what happened."

“You really want to claim you forgot that you tied me up and fucked me, love?" Her voice was teasing him.

“Dammit, Thyna!" he swore, getting flustered and his cheeks becoming red. “I have not forgotten; I just don't know how to feel. And will you stop calling me love? We are not married."

What he did not expect was the sudden rush of sorrow that washed over Thyna, her rhythmic wing beats stopped and slipped up making the ride a whole lot bumpier.

“But we mated." She protested, the sorrow in her mental voice making Matthew feel guilty. “And you seemed into it! I thought you were, you know, feeling the same."

Matthew took a deep breath, letting an awkward silence fall between the two of them. “Thyna, please. I don't know how I feel, or how I should feel."

Thyna interjected him, her voice growing more tight, more controlled. “You should feel discussed according to your stupid human laws. I want to know what you really feel, though."

Matthew felt his stomach clench up until he let out a long hiss of breath. “Fuck. Thyna. It felt great, I feel great, I want more of it, but each time we show our love we could be executed."

What he did not expect was Thyna to start to feel better, her mood brightening even though he discussed the possibility to die. “I will never let them put a hand or claw on you."

“I am touched Thyna, but what are we supposed to become, then? Outcasts?"

“If that is what it takes to be together." She hummed “Its not like they could stop us"

“Cripes." Matthew ran his hand trough his hair. “What did I get myself dragged into."

“Love. Matthew, you've got dragged into love."

Derek tossed a clay mug against the wall of the stables. “Dammit" he swore out loud, nearly screaming. “Why, by the lord's name, would he do that?"

“I don't know, master." He could hear his dragon hum softly. What annoyed Derek was the last of disgust in the dragon's voice.

“How do you mean you don't know? You are locked up with that dragon of his most of the time!"

“Because master, why would I think she wanted to claim her rider as mate?" The brown dragon's eyes fixed on his master, observing the building rage within his master.

“So, you did know something!?" Derek turned around with a snap, looking straight at his dragon. “And you did not tell me?"

“Would you want to know every dragon that goes into heat? You want to know each time we choice a mate master?" Derek's dragon asked confused, “Because she only told me she had chosen a mate, not who it was."

Derek clenched his fists, feeling his anger building once more. “Doesn't he realise what it's going to do with me? He is my bloody wing man." He fumed, walking around in circles thinking what the best way would have been to handle this.

“I should report his beast loving arse."

“But master" His dragon started “If you report them, they would be killed."

Did his dragon just sound sad about that? “They should be killed for that unholy act!" He squinted his eyes at his dragon. Yes, he did look sad. “Don't tell me you approve of this idiotic thing?"

“Master, it is not like they have hurt anyone. Well, other than my feelings, but that's beside the point."

Derek took his whip from the table and with a smooth trained motion whipped his beast across the snout of his dragon. “Why am I not surprised that an uncivilized beast like yourself would approve of this. This is how it is. I am going to report them, they will be executed like the animals they are. And I will not hear a damned thing out of you about this. Be damned with your feelings, you hear!"

With his tirade done, he stormed off into town, as the door of the stables slammed, not caring that the personnel was just listening behind.

“Home sweet home" Matthew hummed pleased when Thyna landed on his farm just on the edge of the forest. He did not have a large farm. He did not even maintain his fields on his own. Other farmers in the neighbourhood did that for him. But he was happy to have that farm; it was large enough to have Thyna walking around without a problem, but small enough that he could maintain most of his own. He did have a housekeeper who came to the farm two days a week to clean, but other than that, it was just the two of them. He never thought about it before, but he was far enough away from the city and other riders not to be noticed and the farmers were used to the training sessions he and Thyna did, not caring a thing about the noise the two of them could make.

“Margarete!?" he called around. His maid should have already been done for the week and left to go home. He just wanted to check that no one was there, for sure.

“Awrr, it's just the two of us… what can possibly go wrong." Thyna hummed, after listening for a while. “Even the farmers have left to sell the harvest. So, we can be as loud as possible."

“Did anyone ever tell you that you are damned horny for a dragon?" Matthew said dryly, sensing just what he was in for.

“You have not even seen a thing. I barely started my heat cycle, and it ends only when I am pregnant or when it naturally passes in a week or so. I don't think you will knock me up, though."

“All alone for a week with my horny dragon who wants to get into my pants. What kind of hell did I get into?" Matthew raised his hand to rub his dragon's snout. She responded by pushing his snout against his chest for as much of a hug as the two would ever be able to.

“I just want to correct you on that, master. I did get into your pants already."

“Master, that is a first." Matthew rubbed behind her horns, receiving a low purr from his dragon. She pushed a bit down, placing her snout against his pants, inhaling his intimate scent.

“Well, you did properly tame me today."

“There is not a bloody thing proper about what I did today." Though he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “And I loved every second of it, you bad dragon."

“Then, master, why are you so afraid to admit our mate ship?" Her eyes traced up over his chest to look upwards at Matthew, to see his reaction.

“Because…" He paused and broke the hug, receiving a disappointed grunt from the dragon who could no longer in hale her master's scent. “It's wrong. It's not proper. We could get killed for this. Do I need to go on?"

“But you want more, right?"

The answer she did receive was a simple yes. Though the look on Matthew's face was still worried. “It's not like I don't want to, Thyna. It's just that I don't have a clue what is good or bad anymore. I am supposed to keep order and uphold the law, how by the seven gods of heaven and hell I can keep doing that without being a hypocrite?"

“You are not to blame for stupid laws." Thyna huffed dismissively.

“Okay, let me put it this way. Remember that thief a few days ago we stopped, the one who stole that loaf of bread? He was starving so, for him it was a stupid rule that he couldn't get food. Yet we still took him in and jailed him."

“But that's different because that is not…" She started but interrupted herself, thinking about the situation more. From just the emotions alone Matthew could feel her confusion running through both of their minds while she tried to puzzle what was the best response.

“Well, what is the difference?" Matthew prodded her for an answer, getting her just slightly annoyed.

“Just give me a moment!" She huffed frustrated.

“Derek!" He was greeted by a familiar face back in the barracks of the capital. Although it was not the admiral, the captain of the draconic guard should have been enough. The black captain was just a head smaller than him, but still managed to carry himself tall above the rest in the room. “I haven't seen you around much, with your assignment being on the coasts. What brings you here?"

Derek did not waste time with talking about pleasances and got to the point with a simple “We need to talk, in private." His voice was gritty, spitting out the words between his teeth in still seething rage.

“Serious uhm?" The captain said, stroking his ashen beard. “Come." he led Derek to his office and closed the door. “One moment" he said, casting a spell across the door. A red glyph started to glow on the doorknob. “Alright, we can talk. What is on your mind?"

“Matthew is fucking his dragon."

“Excuse me, what?" The captain was making his way to a nice leather chair but stopped to look stupefied at Derek. “Matthew is fucking what?"

“His bloody dragon. Seen it through my binoculars."

The captain traced his hands through his hair to think. “And you are sure of that?" He finally finished the rest of his way to his desk and sat down with a sigh.

“Yes captain, positive."

A long silence fell between the two of them. Derek could hear his own heart pounding in his chest, thumbling away with an ungodly rhythm.

“You realise what those allegations mean, right?" Derek simply nodded in an answer, looking at the captain while he leaned forwards on his desk. “Okay, look. We need more evidence for this. Because right now it's his word against yours. Do you think he saw you?"

“Naw, he was too busy humping away at his beast to spot me."

“Alright that means we have the element of surprise in whatever we do. But we need more before we get the court rolling. Because if it is true, he is a deadman walking, but if all of this is false or he walks away because we missed some detail, we are done for."

“And how shall we do that? We're just going to walk up on him fucking his beast like the animal he is and convince himself to confess." Derek snorted at the absurdity of it all.

“No, I have some power. Besides, the admiral has some enemies that don't want him in charge. We can get some court spies to do our work for us. The king trusts them, so in a trail, everything could fall our ways, if they spot the act."

Derek suddenly got a bit nervous at it. What the hell did the admiral have to do with all of this? What the hell was going on?

“You look confused Derek. Why?"

“Because I don't know what is going on. What does the admiral get to do with it?"

“Power, Derek. All will be revealed in time. But if you stay loyal to me, you can make a mighty fine captain."

“I don't know Matthew." Thyna had to admit to both her rider and her.

“See." Matthew exclaimed happy that Thyna saw his point. “That is my problem. I simply don't know about this, about us and about the kingdom. And yet I feel like I want to follow what my heart tells me to." When he looked at his dragon, though, he saw that her face was contorted in a deep frustrated frow.

“Why didn't I think of this before? I am stupid."

Matthew sighed and walked to his dragon to give her head a close hug. “Because love makes blind? I also assume that this heat doesn't make things easier for you. I understand…" he put a hand under her jaw and slowly pulled her up to be eye to eye. “… that hiding it for so long eventually breaks you." He attempted to give her snout a soft kiss but instead Thyna moved her head ever so slightly so that he would kiss her lips. Not that he minded a more intimate kiss, it just sent butterflies through his stomach.

“And yet, despite all of this, you are so easily accepting of this all. Are you going to say that you felt nothing for me? Or for dragons?" She hummed deeply, sending the vibrations through the contact between their lips.

“At first, I just wanted to see how far you were willing to go." He admitted, breaking the kiss between them. A small trail of saliva hanging like a bridge before breaking away. “…and well then, cripes, I don't know what pushed me Thyna. Lust? Perhaps. Still being a virgin? Maybe. Love? Well, I always loved and cared for you. I suppose this is just a new level, even if it's a forbidden one."

His dragon gave a soft happy rumble. “An acceptable answer, my love." She nosed against his belly, inhaling his scent once more. “And I have been such a bad dragon, as you said. I should be punished."

Matthew gave a soft snicker. “You damned needy dragon!" He acted like he wanted to pet her head however, on one last moment, he grasped her horns and pulled on it, getting her closer to him and his groin. He was surprised how easily it was to move her head, though when he saw her gaze, he knew, he just knew that she would do whatever he desired. Once again that feeling of power crept into his body, giving him goosebumps all over his body.

“Let's get somewhere less… exposed, just in case." he hummed and with pulling on her horn he led her into the spacious barn he had constructed for her. When she was fully inside, he closed and locked the large door so they would not be disturbed by nosy travellers.

He could easily push her over with just a hand. When he pushed on her flank, she fell on her side. When he pushed more, she rolled to her back, and that was when the ropes came out.

“Now, my dragon." he said with a low growl in his voice, almost sounding draconic himself. “You are all mine." He climbed on top of her belly, standing tall above her large body.

“That tickles!" she complained, trying not to throw him off with rapid breaths.

“Oh, tickling?" He laughed “but what about this?" he moved across her belly until he was at her front paws and tied them together with the rope. She just allowed it, putting her front paws up above her so he could easily tie them together. With a whip, Matthew tossed the other end of the rope across one of the strong roof beams of the barns. He pulled on the rope to test the strength, pulling her legs up just slightly more.

Sliding from her chest, he walked to the side where some strong cleats where located. He tightly tied the rope to one of them, making sure she would not easily move. He could hear her low rumbling purr form the distance. Walking back her took more ropes and tied her rear legs together. She just let it happen, though, now he could see how excited she was for it all. He could hear a wet quelch from between her legs as he pulled them together. He tossed the rope across the same roof beam so that her rear legs where angled forwards, showing off part of her squished slit and tailhole off to anyone who would happen to stumble into the barn. With her legs bound tightly, she wiggled slightly to see the movement. She still had a lot of movement in her body and tail but other than that, she was held in place by just two ropes.

Thyna could feel the rush through her body to realise how little it took to restrict her movements, when she allowed him to. Her tail swayed slightly in the anticipation of what was to come. Because of her distraction about the rope, she did not notice that her rider and master had walked to her head and undid his pants. Greeting her nostrils with the scent and feeling his balls and half hardened member against her muzzle. She was far too happy to open her mouth and took his member into her maw, between her sharp carnivorous teeth.

His most intimate scent left Thyna all hot and bothered, squirming her legs just to stimulate herself, but with her being bound up like that, not even her tail could really reach her intimacy. She did curl it around to push it slightly into her slit, but it was too wide to allow anything but the tip to be inserted into her walls. There was little use, but to please her master in the hope that he would do the same to her.

Her tongue traced along his hardening member to taste him. After what they did already that day, he was still slightly musky, most likely from the ride to their home. The tangy salty taste was heavenly to her. She pushed her tongue out of her maw as she wanted more, letting the tip of her forked tongue trace over his slightly hairy ball sack. She coated it with a layer of her saliva, mixing it with his intimate scent. The scent was a whole lot less rich in pheromones compared to a male dragon, although she enjoyed the subtle scent more, or was that just because it was the scent of her master?

She did not know the answer, nor she cared, just allowing her master to softly face-fuck her and letting that member slide across her tongue and into her warm mouth. She rumbled deeply, vibrating her whole mouth, exciting her master even more, tasting the warm precum that drooled from his tip onto his tongue.

His body clang to her whole head, huffing into her ears, sending his warmth across her face. Even though their large size difference, she never felt more intimate as she felt now with her master against her. With each thrust of Matthew against her mouth, she gained more of his taste and scent. His member throbbed so heavily against her tongue. Slowly his thrusts began to speed up as he used her. Suddenly he pulled away from her, leaving her only with the aftertaste of his precum.

“What are you…?" She was cut off when he put a muzzle on her head. It was not that she needed her mouth to speak so to say but it intrigued her enough. It filled her nostrils with the scent of freshly cleaned and oiled leather. Her master pulled hard on the straps to secure it tightly and keep her mouth shut. Playfully she exhaled a bit of smoke trough her nostrils.

“Dragon!" Called Matthew's stern voice out to her. “Don't you dare to breath fire on me." She received a tug on the harness. At first, she resisted just a little bit but eventually she felt the tug grow stronger. Slowly her head was pulled upward, so it was tied to her front legs.

Matthew smiled with a devilish grin while standing on her belly again. With only her tail now free she could not do much, though he needed that tail free for better access.

“How are you feeling, my dear little dragon?" leaned forwards Matt, so that he was eye to eye with his bound dragon, and only a hair away from her muzzled mouth.

“Needy master." She replied to him.

“Good." he slid off her stomach again and walked to her rear. “Now keep those eyes open. I want you to see." he hummed and traced his member between her wet thighs. He coated his stiffness with a generous amount of her natural juices, while tracing his hands down her rear and towards the base of her tail, spreading her hole slightly.

“Master, what are you doing?"

“Silence." He called to her. “Don't speak, if you aren't allowed to." He could feel how the command flustered her. How her emotions were on fire, feeling her arousal in his mind like it was his own. He pushed his thumbs into her tailhole and spread it out slightly. Her rear entrance clenched around his fingers, preventing him from opening it wide. Her rear was tight, warm and twitching with built-up pleasure.

Slowly he pulled his member back to aim it at her back entrance and push it into her. He gritted his teeth at her tightness, while she gave a muffled roar at the penetration. Slowly pushing in and out against her tailhole, he gained more and more access to it. Her being more relaxed helped him getting into her hole. From time to time he scooped up some of the generous amount of lubricant she was leaking from her slit to help him get into the tightness of her tailhole.

“Master" She moaned out into their mental link, no longer able to keep quite while her mind got flooded with the pleasure of being penetrated in such an unorthodox place. Nothing about their relation was orthodox. Matthew grunted out in pleasure as his overly stimulated member pushed deep into her core. He leaned forwards against her legs and hold them to stabilize himself and put more strength into his thrusts, feeling how his own pleasure was combining with hers. His eyes flashed, turning from his normal humanoid eyes to what looked like draconic eyes as their combined magic was released throughout their lust. He could not stop even if he wanted. Their closeness through the link only heightened the pleasure and the taboo of mating his own dragon thrilled him at each thrust.

Thyna gave another muffled roar feeling how her master moved between just abusing her tailhole to putting his fist into her tight slit. As her legs were tied together, she was clenching tightly around his fist, while it pushed deeper into the slit. She could feel him stroking his own cock through the walls of her vagina and anus. She lost all sense of time, lost in the haze of heat, while her rider and master was fully claiming every hole of her. In her lust she did not need much to peak in climax and send a wave of juices flood onto her poor master. That did not stop him. He kept going on, thrusting harder, stimulating her sensitive post orgasmic flesh to the point of pain.

“Master, please." she begged.

“Please what?" he panted among thrusts, going further and faster than he had before.

“Please, fill me…"

She did not get a verbal response, but his deeds told her all she needed to know. He no longer pushed his fist into her but kept it in her as deep as it went while thrusting into her tailhole with a frantic pace.

His grunts became loud, combining with her muzzled growls and mewls of pleasure and pain. She could feel his lust and pleasure building to a breaking point, their minds slowly becoming one while they both worked to a new orgasm. Her second orgasm and his first hit them both like a truck, leaving them both screaming on top of their lungs. She could not help but to have two small plumes of fire eject from her nostrils. It hit the fire proofed wooden beams and dissipated, flushing her mate, lover, and master with heat while he sent his seed deep into her anal cavity.

The two laid there, in their afterglow, his throbbing member deep in her flesh. “My dragon…" he cooed softly.

“Master…" she said softly in his mind, letting her words roll through their mental link like she was purring. “I am all yours, whatever you choose me to be."

Matthew's reply took some time and took her by surprise, for the first time outside of combat he could hear his voice in her mind, with all the raw emotions behind it that his untrained human mind had. “My love."

Derek huffed while his dragon was flying in the air. Sure, it was an important letter for the coastal region's spies. He hated that it has come to this, but if this was the only way to secure his reputation, then he needed to do whatever it took.

“We should really leave them be." His dragon argued, disgruntled with events that had played out so far.

“Silence, beast." Derek called over the wind. “It's horrible enough the two of them ruin our reputation. I don't need you to do that as well! You know what is at stake."

“But we should just talk to them first, let them explain." His dragon protested again. “Perhaps if she had a dragon to soothe her heat, she would not need to take her rider."

“Dragon!" Derek called out. “It does not matter. Get that in your thick skull! They did the deed, and they should be punished. Now I don't want to hear a word of you. I am not having this discussion with a beast. Besides, we have arrived."

He looked down on an open plaza inside the city that was near to a rather dark looking house. His dragon circled around a few times before landing on the plaza. That was strange, normally he did not take that time to land. Once being on the ground, he jumped off the saddle.

“Now stay, dragon. I don't want to tie you up." Derek walked to the door of the dark house and knocked. A slit in the door opened to show a pair of eyes in the dark. “What do you want?" the heavy male voice called.

“I have a letter from the captain of the dragon guard for the king's spies." he said and showed the letter.

“Come in." the voice called and opened the door.

The brown dragon snorted. “I am not going to wait here and ruin their lives." he thought. He looked up and knowing that it might mean that he would be shipped to the breeding grounds or worse, he took to the sky and flew towards Matthew's farm. “My rider might be an idiot, but I am not going to make that mistake."

“Gyrt!" He could hear Derek call out in the mental link. “What the fuck you are think you are doing?"

Yet the brown dragon didn't answer, leaving his rider in the dark of what his intentions were.