“I love how tight your ass is.” Spoke Kieran between heavy breaths, the exertion of slamming his hips to the soft padding of Serena’s wonderful rear. Lifting his head up to blow a rocket of steam out of his nostrils, the 7-foot dragon gave a low rumble of satisfaction as his hole-straining, near twenty inch cock pumped through the bark-toned sergal currently incomprehensible under him. One of the black scaled dragon’s large palms pushed Serena’s head into the pillows of the grandiose master bed, face down with her ass up in the air, suspended purely by the loud rhythmic plaps of the dragon fucking her from behind. Barely able to moan even without the large ball-gag shoved deep in her mouth, the sergal could merely mewl and drool as her asshole was used with delectable force. Rolled back eyes of bliss were hidden behind a thick leather blindfold, and her arms that would be bracing against the headboard as her whole body lurched with every heavy hit of Kieran’s cockhead deep in her guts and his expansive sack slapping her needy cunt were instead locked behind her. Long and equally thick arm-length gloves decorated her limbs, heavy cuffs set into the wrists and biceps, utilized by locking her hands together as the little rings on them jingled with every wet slap of anal ruination. Leaning in to hunch over the large sergal, yet the dragon still clocked in over a head taller, he brought his grinning mouth close to Serena’s long pointy ears. Huffing hot breath into them, he spoke in a calm tone that betrayed the sheer fervor with which he railed her ass. “You look so gorgeous all tied up, slut~ Bound and gagged is a good look for you, really brings out your inner whore.” The dragon’s hand holding her ass reared back to apply a loud spank to the soft surface, the cheek rippling as a red hand-print appeared. A long whimpering squeak was all the fluffy sergal could muster in her restrained and well-fucked state, barely able to hold onto lucidity through the waves of ecstasy. She was no newbie to this, her girlfriend spending long hours using oversized toys on Serena, or making her go days in a snug chastity set. But as much as she loved her girlfriend and what she could do, this new dragon master was a whole new beast. All spurred from needing a place for college, the sergal found herself in a free-use lease. In return for staying with Kieran, her body was his to use within reason. But it only complicated from there as she sank down into being his submissive girlfriend. As the long and brutal fuck went on, only melting her nerves and muscles into a puddle that matched the one between her legs from countless peaks, Serena couldn’t complain. - “Alright, that’s it for tonight.” Kieran said, naked and sweaty, though grinning with a sharp power that came after the high of using a pet. He rolled up a flog, placing it in the same plastic tub he put the crop into, right beside the paddle. He turned to cockily look at the sergal on the bed, an absolute mess of sensation and satisfied exhaustion. The glorious ass he just spent a half hour turning red and fiery propped up on her knees as her head rested on drool-stained pillows with her arms stuck behind her, tail locked upright to her collar. Heavy panting came from her face; made immaculate by the heavy blindfold and big ballgag strapped to her angular snout. Serena couldn’t even mumble, every ounce of her being trembling in aftershocks, a noticeable puddle on the towel laid out under her hips. Clear lines of fluid still dripped to it. Kieran rumbled to himself. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He made his way around her, admiring his work, the redness spread over her thick cheeks, the heated whip marks right on her pussy and thighs, with the thin and sharp stinging arcs the switch left on her tits. He watched her shiver, limbs and toes twitching with faint breathy noises timed with them. He grabbed his phone on the nightstand to snap a few pictures before reaching down to unlatch the gag and blindfold on her pretty face. The second the thick rubber wasn’t spreading her jaw open, Serena gave a long moaning sigh, eyes closed with brows quirked in delight. “Hng.” Was all she could utter, jaw sore and mind fuzzy, eyes distant as she came down from cloud nine, the aches and pain of her body still present. With gentle movements, the dragon leaned over her, untying belts and buckles, releasing wrists and ankles, her tail flying back down to slump on the bed once free.  Once all the minor bits of gear were removed, Kieran looked over at her as he sorted them out and put them in the big bin the other tools were placed into, ending by passing her a water bottle. “How do you feel? Can you still move?” She didn’t change her position in the slightest, whipped pussy visibly winking at him as her long clit hood hung limp. “Fucking… great. It’s been… too long since…” Her voice faded to blissful mumbles, her nerves still relaying messages of pain and soreness. “Worth it…” She muttered after a breathy sigh. “Good.” The large dragon hummed pleasantly before locking the lid on the bin, sliding into the closet before coming to sit on the edge of the bed and run a hand down her body, his wide palm reaching her fiery-red asscheeks to gently pat them. Serena winced in the best way as he touched the stinging areas, his fingers soothing the pain he inflicted. “I did not consider that you have class tomorrow, so I apologize about any issues you will have with sitting. It’s hard to resist turning such a perfect ass red-hot, especially when you beg for it like a whore.” “Molly says the same thing.” Serena said, every word wispy and light. “And you both have good taste.” Kieran said with a little ruffle of her hair and a gentle grope of her stinging asscheeks, bringing a little moan from the woman. “So. How do you feel about dinner?” “When is it?” She said with a dreamy little chuckle. “Up to you if you don’t want to just fall asleep now. Otherwise, probably half an hour, I’ve been marinating the salmon all day. Just need to toss it on the grill.” “Mhh… Okay. Food sounds good.” She responded. Finally rolling over, the sergal stretched out her curvy body with a whimper from her sore bottom coming to contact with the sheets. Amazing tits splayed on either side of her chest, legs parted to show a glistening slit and a puckering, leaky asshole. She smacked her lips with a yawn to return function to her jaws and wash away the taste of rubber. Every tell of a good lay was plastered on her features, Kieran smiling down at her, constantly drinking in her sexy curves. “I can’t get over how gorgeous you are.” Serena gave a bashful hum as her blush didn’t register on her already heated face. Kieran kept piling on. “Sergals are already so exotic, to have one like you is even better. Shapely, perfectly plush, with a pretty face to top it all off.” Kieran said, genuine adoration in his eyes as he reached over to squeeze the body he admired. “And I love any girl with breasts too big to fit in my hands, you are everything I desire.” “You really like my tits, huh.” The black and cyan dragon only grinned as he quickly leaned over the bed with the lounging, satisfied sergal. Only a mere blink as she realized how close his sharp visage was to her before his hands landed on her caned boobs. Fingers  traced the red marks as Serena gasped, before digging into the soft flesh, claws securing the grip with pinpricks of teasing sensation, a hearty possessive squeeze was given to the big melons. “Well, they do belong to me. Only makes sense that I appreciate my property, right?” After this little minute of appreciation, he released his hands from the whip-marked tits, tracing the lines where her fur stayed down from the former impacts. “We’re going to have a lot of fun with these.” Shifting with a slight exhale, the sergal rubbed her knees together as he brushed her nips with his claws. The pleasure just leaving her face returned slightly, eyes opening to stare at her dragon as he groped her. “Mhm. I like the sound of that. Dinner can wait, right? You’re already squeezing them…” Smiling, the dragon spoke simply. “No. We’re done for the day. As much as it might pain you to hear it, and as much as I would like nothing more than to fuck you until we pass out, you need to eat and get some rest. Can’t be sabotaging your well-being by staying up late so you can get your boobs played with.” “Awww. But you already do that! The second you fall asleep your hands magnetize to my tits.” Serena said, a genuine look of childish disappointment on her features. The regal dragon only gave a knowing hum. “So I recommend you sleep in your bed on school nights, because I won’t be keeping my hands to myself.” “I’ll think about it. I’ve gotten kinda used to sleeping with your hands on me and your dick inside me.” “Fair enough. But here; since you were such a good girl earlier…” After trailing his words off, the dragon reached to a drawer in the bed-stand before coming back holding two well-crafted nipple clamps. Akin to clothespins, but smaller and with a rubber layer over the jagged clips. A hole was punched in the handles sticking out, a chain running through and leading to the other one. “Present those udders of yours. Some clamps should keep you from whining.” Suddenly breathing shaky again, the girl felt that stirring heat within her, the weakness of desires being satisfied. Fluttering her eyes open, she obeyed, moving slowly and hiding the winces as her worn body moved after such a rough fuck. Sitting up, she tried not to smile too much as she sent her hands to her heavy breasts, reaching under them to heft them up. Once the jiggly orbs were raised, nipples pointed at him, Kieran simply reached forwards to plant two clips on her buds. Eliciting a sharp gasp immediately as the rubber-tipped metal clamps locked onto one of her most sensitive spots. A pretty silver chain ran between the clips, swinging and jingling as Serena’s tits bobbed from her increased breathing. There was some sort of filigree on the chain, looking far more intricate and ceremonial than mere links. She looked up at Kieran as he stared at the sight of her nipples being pinched and tugged by the implements. “W-What’s with the fancy chain?” She asked, voice only breaking a little bit from the clamp’s sensations. As if taken from a trance, Kieran blinked before smiling. He shot a wink down at her. “That’s on loan from Vanessa until we get you your own set of toys. She’s the sort of per that needs the most expensive thing in the store; likely picked it up from Victoria. The gold on her collar and cuffs is genuine. That’s real silver between your tits right now. So don’t break it. Or do; you saw how she treats bratty pets.” But then Kieran stepped on the bed, moving beside her, still naked himself. “K-Kieran?” Serena jumbled out, before he put a finger to her lips, then inside them. Using the grip on her mouth, he guided her head down, joining her in laying down. Facing each other, he reached out to pull her into a close snuggle, bodies close. “Shh. Dinner is next, but give yourself just a moment before moving the next thing. I’m sure you’re still hurting from the whips and such, I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable during dinner when just a few minutes of aftercare would make our time better.” - Serena was well acquainted with how susceptible she was to nipple-play, but this was ridiculous. The sergal was acutely aware of her own weakness having spent the last two weeks with near-permanent nipple clamps inside her chastity bra, but just one day without them before getting new clamps and she could barely eat without shivering and moaning every time the chain dangling between her buds shifted. It wasn’t even weighted, come on!  Every shift of her torso to get a bite, every breeze caused by the motion of her arm, all of it kept her nerves volatile. The big girl had to wonder if these were always such vulnerable points of her body, of it their extended exposure to Molly’s teasing while she trained her bitch had imparted that level of ruthless sensitivity. Not something she was in a completely fit mind to ponder, leaning back to vent her lungs as another electric tickle shot under her fur. She cracked her eyes open as Kieran’s teasing voice rumbled over the table. “I appreciate that you enjoy my cooking, but I can’t help but wonder if you’re faking the near-orgasm you have every bite.” She huffed again, face hot, as well as her nethers. “You almost tease me as much as Molly.” “Almost? I still have to improve then.” Taking another delectable forkful of the glazed salmon, Serena pointed the implement towards him. “Improve? You’re already a big hunky dragon master that shoves my face down to your balls while asking me how my day was before cooking me a royal dinner. Honestly, if I wasn’t diving head first into the whole polygamy thing, Molly would have some serious competition.” “Oh? Well, I have been meaning to ask. How are you feeling about it? Having two lovers, and a lover with his own multiple partners?” This time Serena subtly cursed the constant arousal she felt from being nude around this man, not wishing her mind to be clouded during an actual serious question. Even if it was fucking hot to see him staring at her big boobs as they ate. But she had been a trooper during her chastity weeks, so she could power through this. “Good, if still just not confused. There’s no negative feelings, at least not towards anyone specifically. It’s just strange to have this notion I’ve always known getting flipped on its head.” “It can be quite a jump, and you did jump right into it. That being said, you are adapting shockingly well.” Serena nodded during another bite. “Well, it helps that I am pretty much alone with you beside that week with Victoria and Vanessa. After the initial shock, they welcomed me with open arms. Hard to be upset at girls who are just excited to be your sex-pet as I am. And I gotta say, you have good taste in women.” Kieran gave a bassy chuckle. “Thank you. But do not hide any issues, should they arise. Just because we are happy now, does not mean we all started off so. Shifting to a group dynamic strained us more than we ever imagined.” The sergal hummed. “Well… There’s obviously some trace amount of jealousy in that you have two long-standing partners. But there’s also fear that I might… I dunno, ‘usurp’ them? I don’t want to cause problems. The first time meeting Vicky was rough, seeing that you were taken. But there wasn’t pain per se, but watching my notions crumble, because at the same time I had to question why I was so hurt seeing her with you when I had my own partner already. I’m just… I’m worried I might not live up to your needs. I know they aren’t competition, but I can’t help but see them like it at times.” A sage nod from the bulky dragon, crisp button down shirt fitting his chiseled form nicely as he leaned back. “Do not feel bad for feeling in such a way, those thoughts and doubts are to be expected. I want to again stress the issue isn’t having those feelings, but rather not telling us about them. My relationship with both of them only became this strong once we realized that we had to open up, and truly communicate the issues that arose from changing how we saw relationships on a foundational level. But, you were the instigator for our current partnership, you obviously got Molly’s blessing, and you seem to have had no issue ‘messing around’ with people besides her, often at her behest. If anyone is going to have a smooth transition to this lifestyle, it’s you. Just don’t be afraid to talk to me.” “Thank you. I know I say it a lot, but thanks for being this caring and nice. Usually the guys I fuck aren’t too involved, or just basic friends with benefits.” Her muzzle darkened with a blush as she looked down at her plate for a moment. “Or just randoms that Molly tells me to bend over for. To have a guy be… an actual partner is pretty new for me, and I just want to thank you for being a fantastic experience for my first boyfriend. And honestly, your cooking is amazing. I usually hate salmon, but this is the best food I’ve had all week.” She gave a warm, genuine smile over the table to the resplendent dragon, his own happy look shining at the show of affection.  - “I get it now. I always thought it was cheesy how much Molly wanted to rest on my lap, but it’s such a good spot.” The sergal stated, bemused love in her voice. She rubbed her cheek against Kieran’s thigh harder, nuzzling him as she lay with her head draped on the man’s large legs. His only response was to spend some extra time scratching behind her ears as he sent a palm down in gentle strokes of her flank, from head to hip over her side-lain position as they watched the new season of Serena’s favorite show.  Even with Kieran fully clothed, Serena’s enforced nudity imparted a baseline heat to her libido, though even it quelled in this tender moment. Though there were thoughts about unzipping his pants to get a nice tasty ‘popsicle’ to idly suck on, she was fulfilled with this contact alone. A low purr sounded from her as he tugged the blanket farther up her body, adjusting it as his petting dislodged it over time. His own rumble vibrated through her faintly, a simple shared moment of intimacy and enjoying their time.  The dark scaled dragon spared a second to glint down at her with a pleased visage on his imposing features. “I’m glad. It’s only fair after you’ve been my body-pillow every night for a few days now.” A hum of acknowledgment shifting deeper as the sergal’s lust spiked for a moment upon the memories, she settled back with a renewed smile. Few words were directly shared, some remarks about the show, laughs and gasps. This was a time without deep conversation or mind-melting sex, just two people enjoying each other’s presence. It wasn’t until after the credits rolled and they began shifting and groaning upon realizing the need for bedtime preparation. Slowly getting up and surviving a painstaking separation from Kieran’s lap, the naked girl rubbed her eyes and gave a yawn. Stretching, she unconsciously-intentionally twisted her torso and arched her back to lift her tits up and push them out, right at Kieran’s face. He raised a brow with a haughty smirk. “Are you still horny? We went for three hours before dinner.” Smacking her lips they were a sheepish smile. “It’s kinda hard to be not horny when I’m permanently naked in front of you.” Kieran shook his head with a lighthearted air, smirking all the way as he snapped his pant’s buckle and waved her back down. “Then put that throat to use, slut. Down to the balls, and stay there.” - “Now that we’re a week past your unlocking, It’s time to assign some proper duties to you, my pet.” Kieran said, waving a hand over the majestic bed in his room. The light glinted off his black scales, though the soft skin of his cyan palm seemed matte as he revealed the trove of BDSM gear. “Duties? Like what?” Serena said, arms crossed under her bust, lifting the heavy swells enticingly.  “Nothing too invasive to start. Just a change of sleeping arrangements. Seeing as how your colon has become my de facto cockwarmer overnight, I think it’s time to get you set up as my proper body-pillow.” Kieran said, tone deep but warm. As she inspected everything, no shortage of both nervousness and shy arousal made the bark-toned sergal’s tail quiver. She eyed the various things laid out on the bed. Cuffs, straps, gags and blindfolds, an assortment of full bdsm gear. She looked over to Kieran undressing with a bit of nervous excitement. “A-And I need to wear this just to be a body-pillow?” The dragon continued to calmly unbutton his shirt. “Well not body-pillow, per se. You’ve been serving as one since we began sleeping together. This is… more official. I’m making you my bed-toy now. You squirm and moan quite a bit. I need a pillow that’s less… active during the night. And you’re quite lively when sleeping with my cock up your ass. As such, the best bed-toys involve restraints.” She looked back to the bed. “W-Well… To be fair, there isn’t much sleeping when my butt is speared open by that mast you call a penis. I know you’re not hard all night, but even a half-chub is normal sized to me.” The burly black and cyan dragon warmly smiled. “How odd then. You’ve been sleeping more and more once you got used to it. Just look at your smartwatch’s health app.” Serena wrung her paws in tingly nervous excitement, but rolled her eyes. “Kieran. I’m a submissive girl, but even I don’t want to freely admit that a near twenty inch dragon cock crammed into my colon is going to become the best way to sleep soundly.” Sighing, she looked down at the stuff Kieran was unpacking. A large cocoon of leather straps lay on the bed, already assembled and about Serena’s height. Her stomach flipped with poorly-hid excitement, despite her natural outward resistance. Her eyes danced over the other gear. “I’m seeing a lot of vibrators, Kieran… I don’t think those will make me less active.” A deep chuckle. “That’s what the gags and straps are for. Now go ahead and lay down, I’ll get you set up.” - “There. Everything nice and snug?” Spoke the tall dragon, dusting his hands as he looked down at Serena. The cocoon of straps was a single piece of gear, each leather strap linked to a metal ring to provide visually pleasing, non-overbearing, but durable restraints. It was less of a mummy-like cocoon and more akin to if the stereotypical striped prisoner uniform represented the size and gaps of the wide leather belts. There were no more than a dozen horizontal straps, all linked to one main vertical band that ran right down her middle, holding the metal rings all the others linked to. The first two sets right after the thick, padded posture collar around her neck weren’t really horizontal, going over her shoulders and close to her collar; while the second row went just over her breasts to go under her armpits. These first two sets linked to a central ring placed in her cleavage. The next set began the more uniform rows of belts holding her limbs together, starting just below her hefty tits, the top, bottom, and middle straps flowing around them and helped them push out a bit. Two more rows on the torso, the next around her navel, while the one beyond placed that middle ring right over her hooded pussy with the straps around her hips. The rest went down her legs, sealing them together all the way to her ankles. A full body harness that barely diminished the view of Serena’s perfect body, even holding her tail. Her arms were spared, instead placed in a binder behind her back. The whole look of the moaning, squirming girl was completed by the dual-piece combination heavy blindfold and full jaw-covering panel gag strapped to her angular muzzle. Only her nose was free from the dark material, the only part of her face exposed. As such, the only response Serena had to his question, was low hums escaping her neck as the ten inch, knotted dildo inside her gag bulged her throat out. However, these sounds were not in response to the imposing dragon’s inquiry, as there were also form-fitting ear muffs placed on Serena’s head.  So Kieran merely smiled to himself as he watched his pet get hot and bothered, blind to the world beside the soft comforter and his occasional trailing of claws down her flanks to make her shudder in the best ways. “Yeah. Nice and snug.” Then he picked up a remote and turned on the three bullet vibrators inside the sergal’s slit. One shoved as far as it could go, the next gently placed inside, with the last taped to her clitoris. As arousing as it was to watch Serena’s reaction, the dragon almost broke into laughter when it looked like she was doing the worm. Deciding not to be cruel, he turned the dial much lower, the harsh buzz fading to a dim hum. Serena settled her pleasure-induced thrashing, now just still on the bed beside for faint twitches as her breath came ragged. Kieran stood there and watched her bound form, enjoying her huffs of lust and squirms of sensation. But most of all, was that delectable washing sensation over the dragon that this girl was helpless against him. The power in the powerplay had become physical, the large dragon slowly jacking his length to full steel as he drank in the sights. As soon as his mast throbbed at its immense length, he approached the strapped up sergal. “One last thing.” He said, before pulling up a roll of fur-safe tape and ripping off a strand of it. It took a bit of maneuvering to lift the strap over her nethers and get his hand in there, but soon Serena’s wet, hooded slit was sealed off with matte black tape. “Can’t be making a mess of the sheets, can we?” Kieran teasingly spoke, listening to her dildo-muffled moans. With everything taken care of, Kieran was ready to hit the sack. Once more standing beside the edge of the bed the sergal lay on, he reached out. She froze with hitched breath as he simply planted his palm on her belly. A calming gesture, informing her that more was to come without startling her. She visibly relaxed after a moment, a long breath venting out her nose. Patting her soft middle, Kieran moved to gently roll her over, making sure she had enough time to adjust her head on the pillow. Then there it was, that prime, round sergal booty in full view. Made only better by the strap that went around her hips, wound tight over her thick cheeks to form a potent indent. Yet best of all, was the belt-linking ring placed over the slight parting where Serena’s tailhole was. That bubbly, eye-widening ass (figuratively) had Kieran’s name on it. It was no coincidence the various rings used to make up her harness were shockingly similar to the girth of Kieran’s cock. Planting two hands on her tightly bound cheeks, Serena squeaked out another whimper that made the dragon’s heart glow. There was no rush, after all, they were simply getting ready for bed. Kieran had already gone to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, set his alarms. While Serena only had a little more prep to do before she was ready for the night.  It was rare for Kieran’s mind to be so focused, so honed in on the present and the shivering sergal toy it showcased. His life was not as carefree as his demeanor would indicate. Nothing he couldn’t handle, but running corporations was no small task. By working in the medical field, extra redundancies and precautions was the name of the game, and the dragon often was unable to stop the meticulous planning and predicting that occurred for simple day to day activities. His pets and lovers weren’t just a distraction, but a moment of quiet in a bustling life. Yet Serena didn’t just muffle his habits of overthinking, she managed to fully soundproof them. Every thought the regal black-cyan dragon had in this moment was pure, dedicated to her. To appreciate the sergal strapped up before him, vulnerable to his every desire. She couldn’t see through the blindfold, but even if she could, she would only see a flickering gaze dancing around her form as Kieran paused while climbing atop the mattress. It passed quickly, the dragon letting out a quick puff before fully hovering over her face-down, cocooned body. He tilted his head, staring at the gagged and bound face of the girl that had walked into his life and so quickly captivated him.  A special one, indeed. “Well, enough dallying.” Kieran said as his usual domineering smirk returned. Though the sergal couldn’t hear him, he spoke anyway, playing his game. “Sorry to keep you up so late, let’s go ahead and get your guts wrapped around my cock.” With one palm planted on the pillow beside Serena’s gear-obscured face, her hot breath tickling his scales, his other grabbed his length’s base. With careful aim, he pointed the imposing member down, aligning his fore-skinned tip to the ring set over her cushy butt’s crevice. A tender push of his hips downward and the thick cockhead slipped through the cool metal to be hugged by the sergal’s soft cheeks. Pushing the malleable flesh aside as it probed that short depth needed to make proper contact with her puckered rim.  It found it without trouble, Kieran’s outfitting of his pet masterful. He pressed the blunt, humanoid tip to her hole, feeling the heat and the shallow clench of it around his head act almost like a kiss. He heard her breath quicken, her faint squirms turn more commonplace as her articulated paws curled. Yet Kieran held, delving no deeper, merely teasing her star with his thick length. The purpose was twofold, obviously playing with Serena in her helpless state, unable to beg him to spear in like usual. The second was to spread his free-flowing precum around her hole and prepare for a smooth time hilting into his cocksleeve for the night. When everything felt slick enough, and Serena had waited long enough; low whines escaping the long dildo strapped to her face, Kieran pushed in. It was a slow, meticulous affair. There was no rush, a gradual pace set as his soda-can thick dick slowly spread her wide. The 19 inch monster practically crawled down her colon as Kieran pushed with well-controlled, strong muscles. Serena’s whimpers exploded then, assaulted by vibrators in her snatch as the best dick of her life gently impaled her guts. The lightning of the toys nestled and strapped to her sensitive places, as Kieran’s shaft imparted the delectable feeling of fullness deep inside her. If she was standing, she would have fallen as her knees gave out. Instead, she was wrapped up tight in bondage gear, and resting comfortably on a bed. Well, as comfortable as she could be as her mind became consumed with lust and pleasure. She barely noticed when Kieran had finished sheathing his entire length up her rectum, his tip poking her guts and providing a noticeable bump on her middle if it was visible. She could feel his throbs shift what felt like her entire digestive tract, while he could feel her sporadic clenches; punctuated by her accelerated heartbeat all around him. With hips resting on ass, balls laid over taped pussy, Kieran fully lowered himself over his bed-toy, smothering the sergal as he reached around to dig his arms under her body. There was a muffled squeak as the dragon rolled over, taking his toy with him, both on their side now. A much more comfortable position for the girl, and one that let the pulsing bulge on her belly reach open air. But it was mostly so Kieran could grope her fat tits. Not wasting time, his large palms sealed to her swells, nipples pressed to his palms as his fingers sank deep into the soft pillows. A few gently teasing squeezes as the girl squirmed and made noise around her ten-inch dildo, Serena suddenly overwhelmed. Every one of her areas was shown attention, slit buzzing with vibrators, ass impaled, and now her nipples were being rubbed by coarse palms. Yet Kieran was now fully situated for some of the best sleeping of his life. His tail dragged the heavy covers up, blanketing the pair as he draped a leg over her bound ones. Holding her tight, getting that extra millimeter of his cock up her guts, her tensing body was perfect. Warm heat radiated into him, as immaculately soft fur soothed him. All while tight intestines massaged his full length of dick, and his fingers were treated to the softest things on earth. The dark scaled dragon had to smirk to himself, knowing full well Serena wouldn’t be sleeping much. Thankfully, he wasn’t a monster. It was Friday night, she had nowhere to be tomorrow. And the vibrators only had three hours of battery. He drifted to sleep within minutes. She didn’t. One slept amazingly, but missed the other cumming their brains out nonstop for hours. — There was only a bassy chuckle as Kieran watched a frazzled sergal pour herself a cup of coffee, eyes barely open. “Rough night?” He said with clear tease in his tone. Serena merely grumbled before dumping sugar into the cup, naked as the day she was born. Fur matted, indented where the belts once cocooned around her. Heavy tape still over her cunt, hard nipples. There was still an outline from where the blindfold and dildo gag covered her face. Today the dragon was shirtless, still wearing nice pants and belt, but choosing to show off a fine chest. He wasn’t ripped, but there was a healthy definition to his scales. Kieran’s chuckle shifted to a short, full laugh. “You look tired.” The creamer was the next stop, the disheveled sergal shooing Kieran away from the fridge before adding enough half and half to fill the mug to the rim. A moment of pause as she grumbled, then slowly raised the steaming vessel to take a monster sip. “And thirsty.” Kieran said, clearly enjoying her state. He had left her a water bottle and already brought up a cup of coffee to her in bed, this was drink number three. A dull “mhm,” was given in return, making the dragon snort in amusement. “How tired do you feel?” He asked, wondering if she had regained the ability to speak after such a long night. The already-delivered breakfast in bed two hours ago still had her only speak in grumbles, even if thankful ones as she saw the heaped plate of fresh food. Another loud gulp was taken from the mug, Serena’s eyes finally fluttering fully open. “Hmm.” She hummed, blinking rapidly to keep her eyelids up. “Yes.” Chucking more, the dragon leaned back on the counter. “Seriously though. I need to gauge how impactful that is to determine how often we do it.” The chestnut sergal smacked her lips, reaching to idly scratch her side, Kieran watching her naked breasts jiggle with the motion. A deep breath was taken in, before another sip of coffee. Then she was ready. “Yeah, uh… pretty tired. Not the worst, but definitely unsustainable. It was strange to wake up, feeling tired as all hell, but also just fuckin’ satisfied.” A sniff and another sip. “Like, fuck, I couldn’t open my eyes, but neither did I want to, if that makes sense. I can only imagine it’s like partying all night. You hate yourself the next day, but damn was it a good time.” A nod from the regal dragon, smiling more genuinely after knowing she enjoyed it. “Good. Though you might get a bit better sleep after a couple times doing this, it’s probably not going to be a huge change. Still, good to know you wouldn’t mind doing it again?” “Yeah. Oh yeah, definitely not done with that. But not until next weekend.”  “Of course. If you asked me to do it tonight, I would deny the request.” Kieran said with stern agreement. “Congratulations though, that’s one thing officially added to the duty-list.” The sergal moved to sit at the table, leaning back with a sigh as the warm coffee helped her. “Oh good. What’s the goal? Am I contractually obligated to reach a minimum number?” She blinked then, looking at the dark dragon. “Wait. I’m your sub now, right? Like for real? Isn’t there like… a contract I have to sign or something?” Raising a brow, Kieran scoffed. “Oh Serena, please don’t tell me you get your impressions of power-relationships from smut. No, everything you likely see or read, doesn’t translate to reality in the slightest. Doesn’t mean it’s not hot, but definitely not truly feasible in full actuality.” Serena hummed again with another sip, rolling her hand. “Yeah, okay, but is there a contract?” Sighing as his shoulders slumped, Kieran looked her dead in the eye. “No. Nothing, and I mean nothing, done for fantasy should have any legally binding basis. Too easy for fantasy to become slavery.” Serena looked around, then at her naked self. Then back at Kieran. “But you offered a free-use rental. I’m legally obligated to let you fuck me while I live here.” Kieran’s lips tightened as he took a moment to formulate. “But that is not a contract saying I fuck you or else, it’s a sexual clause placed into an existing leasing contract template, that is totally optional and can be freely broken at any time, while-“ Holding her hands up, Serena gave a quick “Okay, I get it. So there’s no contract, got it.” She huffed, moving to cross her arms over her busty chest, looking away with a pout.  Kieran stared at her, his glare harder than she had ever seen. Then it loosened as he gave a defeated breath that dragged out into a sigh. “Do you want a contract?” He said utterly unenthused. Serena still scowled at the wall. “Yes.” A puff from the dragon as he slumped. “Really?” “Yes. I thought I’d get a contract. I want a contract.” Kieran grunter, but soon broke into an uncontainable smile as he tried not to laugh suddenly. “You know, this is not what I thought our first argument would be about.” Though Serena was able to hold back the small giggle, she couldn’t stop the smile spreading over her lips. They both looked at each other, seeing their barriers crumble as little bits of laughter broke through, turning into a self-sustaining chain reaction. Finally letting loose for it to leave their system, the air became relaxed afterwards, giggles of aftershock flowing freely. “Okay, okay. If you really want a contract, I can make one. It won’t actually be real, but I think we’re both used to pretending for some of these things.” “Thank you, Kieran.” Serena said, finishing her coffee in an attempt to stifle the snickers trying to escape her mouth. “Ah-ah.” Simply spoke the dragon, face shifting to a smug confidence and a raised brow. The naked sergal sighed, but continued holding the mug to her face to hopefully hide the small blush. “T-Thank you, master.” He walked past her, patting her shoulder, his finger trailing along her collar as he went by. “Good girl. Care to join me for yoga?” Serena was already standing as Kieran looked back. She once more had that adorable sheepishness to her. “Can I, ah, grab a shower first?” She said, before looking down at her sealed crotch. “And get the tape off, and vibrators out?” The regal dragon blinked, standing tall and proud as usual before breaking into a loose and warm posture. “Oh, yeah. Forgot about those. Just meet me in the workout room when you’re cleaned up.” Kieran said with a bit of laughter at his forgetfulness. But before he took a step, Serena reached out to place a hand on his shirtless torso. As he looked back, he noticed she was looking at the ground with a blush that couldn’t be contained. “Hey, just, before you go. I have a question I’ve been meaning to ask.” The tall dragon raised his chin with a hum, watching the sergal’s eyes dart to the crotch of his pants. There was the usual bulging shape there, a clear indication of the monster lurking behind the fabric. “Just… do all of your pants show so much bulge? Like, does your underwear not hold anything in, or are you just that big?” A needy breath was taken. “Because even when you’re clothed, I see that, and I just imagine you naked, and then I’m horny, and then I’m imagining a lot more…” After processing the question, Kieran gave a warm look and smile. “Oh, I don’t wear underwear. You know my size, it’s just too… constraining.” Then like that, he happily strolled up the stairs to the workout room, not looking back at the sergal who was unable to look away from him with wide eyes. She finally blinked when he was fully out of sight, proverbially picking her jaw up off the floor. “Damn.” Then she reached back to rub her ass, remembering the feeling of him stretching her guts out all night. And then she was horny again, head rolling back as she made a noise of exasperation as her libido turned back on. “Fuck. I gotta get fucked.” Setting her shoulders back, the girl tried to calm herself before heading up the stairs after him.  “Stupid sexy dragon, flaunting his fat cock and walking around shirtless.” Splitting off to the opposite way Kieran’s scaled back had vanished down the hall, Serena made her way to the spacious master bathroom. “He knows what he’s doing, and he knows it works.” It was almost with annoyance she reached up to pinch and tease her nipples as she walked, stoking the fire under the tape over her crotch.  “Goddamn.” Then she paused, standing straight. A chuckle followed, the sergal resuming her travel. “Wow. He really did open me up.” A fond smile was on her face as she remembered the early days where she clammed up when Molly just said the word ‘sex’ in front of her. The only thing this paradise was missing was her petite lamb. Perhaps it was time to arrange a visit. She should look up when the next three day weekend is.