I grinned widely when I saw my latest request for my services as a Pleasure Maker.  I read the most interesting inquiry for a most devious desire from one Centrifuge, making me lick my beak in interest as I gave it a second read.  I looked over the picture, admiring the lanky dragons brilliant coloration of white and yellow across his chest, flowing to the black along his back, lower arms and legs.  He certainly was well built as a male as well, feeling my arousal grow as I admired the stiff ebon arousal jutting up from his sultry little pose.  I would have to figure out how his crest would fit into his request, but most certainly pushed it forward as a high priority.  I definitely wanted to visit this Centrifuge and offer him a chance to fulfill all of his dark desire as I peered into his playful, sparkling blue eyes.

I stretched out slowly, looking over myself as I got ready for the next job.  My downy feathers brushed up and clean, golden yellow and black of a china game rooster.  Stretching my big talons and flexing my strong legs as I twisted my lithe form, getting the muscles ready as I fluttered my long tail in eagerness.  I had been looking forward to this all week, and managed to obtain the absolute perfect area to perform the scene at.  I knew everything would be perfect as I began to light the torches to provide just the right mood lighting for the dragon's performance, already starting to grow aroused in eager anticipation.  I just had to wait for the lucky star to show up as I set out the cameras to record the show.

With a grin I waved to the arriving star of my latest show.  Watching with a pleased smile as his jaw drops at the sight set before him, letting me admire the curious, black coloration of his maw.  That should make another exotic touch for the finale as I stepped forward, giving him a hug with my downy winghands and turning to show off the stage set for him, “I do hope you find it accommodating, I was worried we wouldn't get access here for my show.”

And setup before the dragon was the prison gallows, lit by torchlight on this cool night.  The breeze causing the light to flicker and dance in intricate patterns, already a thick noose set in place, swaying patiently as it awaits to be filled.  I listen to the gasp of breath the aquatic dragon gives, feeling his tail curl around my ankles in thanks as I hugged him close.  Already I could eye that plump sheath starting to spill his black arousal, while I enjoyed how silky and smooth his scales were against my chest.  My hands rubbing over his chest as I nibbled upon the base of his horns.  I lovied the breathless reply as his larger shifted in my grasp “you mean, I will...”

I cut off his response with a gentle nip upon the silken scales of his throat, fascinated by how smooth and silky those scales felt against my tongue.  Feeling his pulse racing against my cheek as I grinned widely “yes, just like a prisoner, you'll get your turn to swing and strangle.  Although you will get the nice touch of being nude and live on camera, a luxory few prisoners ever get.”  I gave a little hum as I felt his nude body tremble a little, taking a moment before I continue on, “and the audiences are waiting, so I believe it's time for your execution to begin.”

I stepped forward, dragging my long, feathery tail across his stiff arousal while I gathered up what I needed.  A pair of heavy cuffs and a nice, white blindfold.  Walking back my arousal begin to rise from my slit, breathing heavier as I admired the way the larger dragon stretches his long neck out as he stared lustfully at the device of his demise.  Already a little bead of pre started to dribble up from the broad tip, earning me a wonderful moan from him when I give that oozing slit a gentle rub. I lifted my fingers, licking them clean to taste his arousal.  I stepped behind him, grasping his slender black wrists firmly, “Now, hands behind your back like the bad prisoner you are.”

His webbed hands reach back obediantly while that long tail curls and rubs my legs in affectionate strokes.  That lithe tail rubbing my thighs fondly while I clasp the rough, cold steel around those scales, each click of the locks ringing out and making his nude body shiver in arousal.  Firmly I clamp the cold metal down fully down, pinching his wrists tightly, so those webbed fingers will tingle with a hint of what is to come.  I brush the big webs on his forearms curiously, feeling them flex against my fingers, smooth like silk.  Enjoying the low rumbling purr from the friendly dragon, even as we prepare to end his life on the end of a short rope.

I step forward, flicking my long tail across his thighs in return for the affectionate touches from his tail.  I turn to look him over, curious how his long, finned crest will fare with the noose around it, but otherwise enjoying the sight of him shifting his weight nervously on his big webbed feet.  I realize I was missing one more item, and turned to walk to my tool box.  Taking my time in gathering up a big, heavy leash and collar, the dark leather studded with metal.  I walk towards him, opening the collar up to slip around that graceful, long throat of his.  “Now be a good prisoner, and help fit this around a throat,”  I croon to him as I close the thick leather around his neck.  Sealing the clasp snugly, locking the leash in before I wrap the cord around my wrist.  Giving just enough slack to guide him forward as I proudly walk to the gallows stairs, turning to tell him, “Time for your request to be filled, sexy dragon of mine.”

My first tug on the leash gets an immediate response, watching the larger dragon walk forward with a sure step.  His tail lashing quickly with excitement, both of our arousals aching and hard between our legs, bobbing fom each step of our long legs.  This will certainly be a request I will never forget, as my talons scrape onto the first wooden steps, well worn from the many similar processions of executioner and prisoner.  Though I suspect it was rare that these steps were graced with a more willing victim, flicking and flagging my tail towards the dragon playfully as I watch him climb each step.  His blue eyes however, were fixated on the large noose that was waiting for his throat to embrace and hold.  Steadily we walked up, a battery of cameras watching every movement we make, as I prepared to soon claim his life for all to watch.

Finally we reach the trapdoor, creaking under our combined weight as I turned to face him.  My heart was racing now as I pressed closer to let our arousals touch with a firm, slick heat.  I gave him his last choice, “I normally don't offer this, being my job to fill any desire.  But if you want, you don't have to go through with this.  Otherwise, it's to the very end, as you'll remain on display for the next few days for all to see my handiwork.”  I gulped, trembling with the tension of this moment, a little sad to end such a beautiful creature's life, but also filled with the lustful power of having his life within my hands.  I gave a little shiver when he nodded softly “Please, fulfill this fantasy, I'm so close...”

I couldn't help but turn down the poor dragon when he gave the rope a slow nuzzle,  His snout opening to kiss the knot, long, glistening black tongue tracing the smooth fabric, inhaling it's scent before it will take his life.  I lean up and slowly begin to unclasp the collar, soon to be replacing it with the twisted nylon rope for his final minutes of life.  Pulling the thick collar off, I grinned as he leaned that long snout forward, slowly guiding the white, strong fabric down his cheeks, shifting his head to try to fit the loop over his long, ivory horns.

I stepped behind him, my arousal pressed to his thighs as I pulled the rope back for him, feeling it catch the base of his long throat as I tugged the loop open more for his neck.  Guiding the noose past those long, sleek horns before I grasped the thick knot.  A firm tug guiding the smooth loop of rope snug around his neck, making him croon and tremble in arousal.  I wondered for a moment if he might just faint with pleasure right there, when the big noose pressed into his neck snugly.  THe big crest folded and compressed under the rope.  The knot pinching the flexible bottom spine some, making the rest twist awkwardly.  I hummed a little, grinding my cock along his sleek legs and tickling my cocktip under his ballsac as I worked what I could to straighten that out.  Shifting the noose down further until the crest was freed, savoring the low moans and purrrs he gave from the attention, admiring how long his neck is as he arched his head softly.  I lifted the rope to give it an experimental tug, seeing how the rope would lift the bottom of his crest some, but otherwise should work nicely.  “Is the prisoner ready for his fatal dance?”  I asked him curiously, our hearts racing as I held myself close against his back, knowing this would be the last feel of his body alive and squirming in my downy embrace.

The bound dragon nodded serenely, eyes lidded, lost in the moment.  Staring out to the ground far below while torchlight flickered off his shimmering scales.   I reached up slowly as I guided the heavy blindfold to his eyes, enjoying the moan I received when he realized what was happening.  His tail curled around my hips, happily rubbing my arousal in the sleek embrace as I pressed beneath that tail eagerly.  Teasing softly upon his rump as I secured the thick blindfold snugly, looping it around his horn bases to secure it firmly.  SOon he was blindfolded, helpless, and there was only going to be one escape for the doomed dragon, the trapdoor his feet flexed against.

And with that I walked over to the release lever, heart pounding in my chest as I watched the aquatic drake moan with lust.  His cock oozing pre steadily now, balls snug to his lap.  His chest rising and falling in strong, firm breaths, savoring every last gasp of cold night air.  I grasped the lever, realizing I was soon to send the handsome male to a slow death.  And feeling incredibly aroused at the prospect.  Savoring the sight of that firm butt flexing nervously, I gathered up my courage and gripped the lever firmly.

I took a deep breath, concentrating hard on perhaps the most important part of this fantasy.  Loudly announcing in the most regal voice I could muster,  “And we gather here to witness the execution of one Centrifuge.  Who has been fated tonight to hang by his neck until death, by crime of his own dark desires.  And where I have been granted the authority this night to fulfill his fantasy until his life ends on the end of a rope.  And with that, let the punishment fit the crime!”

I watched that lithe dragon twist and thump his tail against the trapdoor as he squirmed in need.  His anxiety quickly racing as I announced his fantasies and desires for all to hear, knowing he was seconds from going through with them.  And with a final motion I pulled the lever, a loud clatter shaking the gallows as the broad door swung open.  For one brief moment the dragon flew, sinking the inches required for the rope to clench shut.  There was a loud gasp of pleasure and fear as the door swung open, then a sharp gurgle as the rope creaked under his weight.  His legs jerk out, abruptly stopped from his fall by the strong rope around his throat.  Squeezing that slender neck visibly just beneath his chin, as his big webbed feet began the frantic kicking of an inmate's final dance.  His sleek mouth opening and closing, uselessly gaping for air like a fish out of water, a little drool glistening down his chin as that long black tongue dangles from his snout in the noose's clenching embrace.  He twists and turns, testing his bound arms and letting his long tail flail about into the gaping trapdoor he struggled above.

The dragon's long neck made an interesting sight, stretched long and straight from the normally curved position, rope securely looped beneath his chin and strangling him under his own weight.  His webbed feet began to pedal, making him appear to swim in the air as he strained against the asphyxiating grasp of a simple rope.  My heart was racing in my chest as I watched the handsome male slowly die before my eyes.  Already a hint of asphyxiation showing with a dulling of cheek scales, a gentle puffing of his tongue.  But the big dragon had plenty of fight within him, promising a nice long show for everyone.

His initial, instinctual jerking relaxed, the slinky, yellow and black dragon fightng to control his body for the last minutes of his life.  Steadily his frantic kicks turn to a graceful paddling of feet, twisting him slowly in the cold night breeze.  His head twisting steadily, making the knot clench tighter as he holds his head high and proud.  That long tail flicking and twitching, elegant swishes above the ripple of his scaled muscles glittering in torchlight.  His chest arching, flexing as he twists with his hips and chest to show off his strong arms bound useless behind him.  That long neck swinging softly with the rest of him, back and forth as his life is steadily squeezed from the noose.  Body rippling as he twists his neck slowly, to show off the crease of the rope dug deep into the flesh beneath those glittering scales.  His tongue dangles further with the rope's tightening, drooling, growing more plump as his cheeks begin to puff.  Purple hints forming in the black flesh of his mouth, while subtle blue highlights begin to make a greenish tint to his cheeks.

I couldn't help but start stroking myself at the suprisingly majestic show from the dragon, watching him begin a sensual rocking of his hips.  Thrusting at the air as the thick cock pulses and throbs, balls tense, obviously incredibly aroused while he strangles.  Theres a sudden shiver and jerk within his hips, making the rope creak softly as he turns in the air.  His cocktip flares, pulsing with his climax as he sliently tries to roar out his triumphant orgasm.  Mouth gaping wide, showing his fat tongue and subtle purple coloration in his maw, his cheeks puffy as his body struggles to keep his life going.  His legs jerking and thrashing a little more as the graceful rhythm begins to breakdown in the deadly embrace of the noose.  Cum splashing in long arcs to the ground far below as the dying dragon trembles to hold onto life.  The last few spurts ending with a shudder running up the hanging dragon's spine.

Slowly his head slumps, unable to rise again as the rope's merciless hold steals his life away bit by bit.  His chest straining to rise and fall as his legs relax.  Webbed toes curling a last moment before growing slack, his body sagging into the noose's grasp as he finally gives in.  The quiet creaking of rope all to hear as the once proud dragon twists slowly with the breeze, just a faint shudder time to time from dying muscles all to show he lives.  And soon those will end, the dragon finally fulfilling his deadly wish for everyone to watch.  His spent arousal firming once more as he begins to settle in death.  Cheeks dark and tinged with blue and purple beneath his scales, tongue thick and heavy as it dangles from his slack lips.  His tail finally still, only turned by the cold brushes of the wind as the night air quickly steals his body heat from him, chest no longer rising with life.  I shiver, finding myself soon pawing off to the limp sight, unable to hold back as I crow with a sudden shudder within my lap.  Cum splashing on the wooden stage before him as I offer my tribute to a very triumphant show, and one fantasy fulfilled to the very end.

I slowly collect myself, usually showing better control of myself instead of giving a free show for the crowd.  But I dust my feathers off, shaking my head as I believe the dragon quite earned that little tribute.  I step forward carefully, to lean on the edge of the trapdoor, feeling the quickly cooling scales of the dragon's limp body in my hands as I kiss his lips, his saliva cold on his snout as the wind steals the last hints of life from him.  Just making him sway and ripple in a fake semblance of life with each gust of wind.  And a little part of me now wonders, how did it feel to hang, helpless and hopeless until one's life ends.  I give another shiver, trembling up my spine as a little part of me wonders if I could find a rope sometime.  I know I'd have a very happy and sexy companion waiting for me at the end of that final journey at least...


