3 comments/ 20785 views/ 6 favorites Aliyah's Chastity Ch. 01 By: heatedreveries It was a very slow night in the tavern. Not many people were carousing around the streets or the nearing towns as Aliyah had settled across the bartop with nothing better to do than to read up on some woman's magazine. she lifted a hand to run through her cinnamon red and soft curls that cascaded a little past her shoulders, and vibrant emerald eyes were never a drain to look upon, as those who did got sucked into them as they rested against flesh of soft ivory. Her height for her age was very tall, standing at almost 5'10, but she got that from her father's side of her family; but both sides of the family were dragons. She had worn baby blue jeans with a cute ball chain that was secured with a heart lock that had a key which dangled not far from the belt itself. A top of white that was cut to show off the breast line of her C-cup breasts. coming into her age of womanhood, she maintained a great deal of boring traditions and rarely had this alone time to herself as her father and twin brother were protective over her. However, she endured it day by day, making sure they didn't put her off too much to the idea of being mated to someone. Her feet were bare, since she was relaxed, and the floors were clean from the lack of patrons. After about two pages in, she closed the book and sighed softly. "Two pages in and I already feel bad about myself." Wasn't that true of all magazines of that nature? The breeze from the doorway was cold as the entrance of an exiled clansmate stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. He had to be mindful of his presence and masking his scent, to not give away that he was back. He and Aliyah always had a little playful relationship between them, when she was younger and he was coming into his age of manhood. Aliyah grinned some as he stepped in and her mind started flowing with imagination, seeing him for the first time in years. He was tall, a lean build on his body with a little darker hue of skin than hers was, and black hair that came down about his shoulders and framed that narrow face. He was masculine, even with long hair, and he wouldn't be the same without that length of hair if he cut it. It was part of his appeal, and more since she hadn't seen him since he was exiled years ago from the clans. Before she was caught too much in her second long daydream, she spoke to him. "Well if it isn't Cyron, the terror of the clans." She smirked, a little jest to start off their chat. his beautiful lips pulled to a smirk after a brief chuckle deep in his throat, rolling softly into a deep throated purr. "Are we bored today, Aliyah?" "A little." She slipped down from the bar and moved over towards him, brushing some hair from his face. He blinked a little to the gesture before brushing it off that she was being nice, and it added to the appeal of his imagination flowing over her body which he felt needed to be ravished, idly eyeing the curves that she now had which she lacked when they last saw each other. "Not even the worthless crazies are out here tonight." He snorted disappointingly. "Yea, I know. It's irritating." She was very displeased with the lack of entertainment for the night, even if the joy she received was tormenting those who were lesser than her. It made her shiver down her spine just to think of toying with mortals, and then relishing in the aftermath of their fear or dumbfoundedness. But more of what was running through her mind was Cyron, and she realized she was daydreaming again after a long moment of gazing him up and down. She blushed, and broke herself away before he could notice. But he did. She moved away and headed for the couch that was near the fireplace of the tavern and settled herself to stretch out. Cy grinned and followed her over and took a seat the opposing way, stretching his legs out and noticed her feet were at his range to touch. It had been too long and he was far too tempted by her body to not try something, he took up her foot and started a small massage until he rubbed his thumb with a little bit of magic over a pressure point in such a way that would send pleasing pulses rolling between her thighs. "Cy, what are you doi..." She was complaining about the massage, it didn't feel like one, but was cut off by what was now happening to her. The sensation started in one leg, and she almost felt like they were going numb until that certain nerve was touched upon and she gasped, sitting up quickly, wide-eyed and panting heavily a few times while biting her lower lip. Her body flushed from toes to her forehead as she tremored and tensed with the rush of wetness that succeeded the heated waves of pleasure from between her legs. Her heart fluttered quickly, parting her lips to moan wildly and shifted her hips from side to side against the couch when he didn't relent to her first orgasm, but proceeded to manipulate the powerful touch of his finger to make her release three more times in a row. She let out a gutteral growl each time and orgasm would climb so very abruptly like an invasion on her body, followed by the height of her moans in the peak and roll down to a purr with the relief coming to her body. Maintaining his calm, he smirked as he watched the writhing and pleased body of this younger dragonness, finally letting her foot go when she started to whimper in peril from the success of four orgasms from just his touch on her nerves. Finally breathing easier, she opened her eyes with that "deer in headlights" look wondering what the hell had happened or what he had done. In a panick and uncertain of it all, she climbed off of the couch to leave, but her knees buckled beneath her and she fell onto the ground with a grunt and lied there, shaking all over still. The scent of her musked womanhood had lingered over his nose as he watched her move off the couch then fall. He chuckled just lightly in his throat while he shifted his legs to accomodate the arousal that stiffened immediately from taking in her sweet smell. "Ya dead?" Cherry ringlets fell about her face while she was recovering from her shaking limbs and rose up to her hands and knees at first. She flipped her hair out of the way of her flushed face and looked towards him while she sat up onto the back of her knees and secured her wavy cinnamon hair behind her ears. With unease of what she exactly felt, as it was her first time, she looked towards Cyron. "I'm not dead. I..." I want more? What the hell just happened to my body that felt so fucking good? Cyron smirked towards his naive little sexual captive. "Oh I know you're not dead. In fact, I'm sure you're feeling more alive than you ever have." He ignored his growing hard on for the moment and slipped off the couch, walking over to her and kneeling down right in front of her, so closely that she could smell his own arousal now and it made her lean a little closer to him. "You what? Want more?" He paused. "Need more?" Oh how she blushed when he was saying exactly what she was thinking and feeling, and couldn't help but still feeling a deep burning between her wet thighs that she wanted satiated again. She drew her lower lip between her teeth and glanced up towards him as she sat back with her knees hugged to her chest and a soft pout leading her voice. "You're never giving me a foot massage again." He almost fell over laughing at that point to her words and stared at her with his deep green eyes. "I didn't massage your foot Aliyah. I gave you your first orgasms." It was no secret in the clans that Aliyah had been abstaining from sex until she found the right one, and knew little about it other than actual intercourse. All the men in the clans found it irritating yet honorable, since it was unusual for a female dragon who was near her time of womanhood, beyond eighteen, and being in heat for the first time would not show any interest at all in just the pleasure. Cyron would have had her a long time ago, if he wasn't exiled from the clans years ago. She blushed, knowing now what she had, she cast her gaze to the fireplace of the tavern, silently. It was hard to not act right now to free herself and give her body over. His heated scent had overtaken her senses, caught from his neck where her breaths were currently aimed for. She was reciprocating the same musked hotness that mingled with his in the air around them, and urged their bodies to move and shift against one another, even though something would not allow the two of them to act further on this. "A foot massage would not have made your pussy so wet and smell so fucking sweet." He paused, with his imagination flowing over her clothed body. "I bet your nipples are rock hard, too." She huffed, and shifted a little in her seat, as the more his words invaded her mind and gave her the desire to feel another orgasm rise within her again. He could be so irritating at times, but in this case, she found him to be nothing but hot and attractive. When he mentioned her nipples, she tugged on the neck of her shirt and looked down it for a moment to glance at those pointed and rosy centers. The hue of her cheeks deepened and she looked back towards him a moment. He snickered a little, finding it cute she would have actually looked. He undressed himself of every piece of clothing while watching her reactions. Never was she able to be stirred or otherwise bothered by naked flesh until he undressed. She couldn't even look at him, not at first when he was first undressing. It was when that cock had been pulled from its clothed sheath that she turned to look at the adonis that was Cyron's body and couldn't take her eyes away from him. His hands went to her ankles and clenched, pulling her forward to him while he eased himself down against her body which was braced a little when her taut rear had been pulled towards him by the clench of his hands. He whispered lingered hotly against her ear, when she could feel just how heated he was as he was against her. "How does it feel that I made you cum without ever having touched your pussy?" Hesitance in her chest, but he could read it in her eyes, and they both knew that as she let it her tension go and spoke freely of it. "It felt really good." He smiled to her answer. "My divine touch can do that to you everytime I touch you anywhere on your body. Any nerve." Watching her eyes lift from her shirt, he unleashed his talons and with precise swipes he shredded the clothing from her body, and not once touched her flesh as every last piece fell to the floor. Every last inch of her chest was gazed over by Cyron, travelling over those pert breasts, and reaching his hands towards them in his delight of taking the one beauty he had been denied for so long. Ticklish skin was the tight in curve shape of her waist which made her flinch until a very deep and frusterating growl found a metallic piece that was bound and confined to her hips, covering the virtue he was going to sink his cock into. When he snarled, she whimpered softly and coiled inward, and almost instantly and he calmed himself when his eyes met hers and sighed softly. The belt meant two things; one, he'd have to break it or unlock it somehow and have his way with her, and two, nobody else had her, which made his cock throb just as hard as it had before. Kissing lightly at her neck and purring very gently in his throat and chest, he assured her he wasn't mad at her. "It would seem your sperm donor was smart to put you in a belt, or I would be stretching your little hole as we speak." She eased herself from tension with his gentle touches, but then snarled and thrust her hips a little bit to buck that metallic barrier up into his groin area as a point to her exclamation. "I made it and put it on myssself." She hissed, and embarassment easily turned over to annoyance then that he would even mention her father towards this barrier. Even he wouldn't have had the mind to have covered her up this way, and especially not as close to this very important time to her life and his clan. "And you can't break it, the only thing that will open it is the key." "Oh you can keep your protected little virginity, Aliyah. Because nothing will change the fact that I gave you your first orgasms." She wouldn't feel him grind and slip against that coveted pussy of hers for a few moments longer before he finally slipped away from her body. He gave gentle kisses to her breasts and licked over their beaded centers, letting his hand grasp each one tightly to the point she would whimper before he freed her. "If that was all you wanted, then I assume I am safe." She assured herself within ehr own voice when she spoke of such, and he purred deeply in his chest, letting the vibrations tap over her body, causing her to writhe against the floor. "There are more things I can think of to do to you." Her face turned red again and she turned her eyes away from his. "I don't think I want to know." He felt her diminish from him, and he tilted his head slightly before he reached his hand down and angled her face to look back at him. She complied and he felt his confidence return gently into his voice. "Why not? You want to orgasm more, don't you?" He slipped that hand down to her breast and caressed the fullness of it until his fingertips now twisted and teased that center. Seady on his knees and hovered over her body, he slipped his hand down to her inner thigh and once more pressed into her nerves to trigger another pleasing wave in her. However, this one was not like the others, he prolonged the climb watching her react. The pressure built within her again to let her enjoy the feeling this time as it tingled over every nerve that brought pleasure to her body; her lips, her neck and shoulderline, her upper and inner thighs, the centers of her breasts, her clit and all of the inner walls of that warm and protected virtue. Her bitten lip was now a little weak and blood was drawn while she melted into the climb of that climax he was bringing out of her. Drifting to her side, she eventually fell to her belly in writhing and he lowered himself upon her. His nostrils flared to take in the smell of her sweet sex and to feel her shift beneath him. Touching his hand along the center of her spine, he sent little shocks of lightning through her body, dancing over every nerve that was building towards that sweet release of hers. "Cy.. please.." The climb was so slow, she didn't know how to take not having it so with the other four having come in such urgent succession of one another. She arched her back, sending the curve of her ass up against his hip in her neediness. He had not planned on making her beg, but when she started, he wanted to hear her scream abnd beg for him all the more. He purred against her neck and smiled, taking his hands to reach under her and clench at her breasts, holding enough nerves for her to feel it all at once, should he utilize the touch again. "Mmmm.. you want to feel that pleasure? That sweet release, Aliyah? I think you can beg better than that." He was a man of strong will power, but not even he could look at that pleading look in her eyes and the whine in her voice much at all before a hand finally removed from her breast and stroked his own shaft slowly. "N..no, Cyron please!" She could feel the wave tensions of pleasure lessen which made her panic in eagerness for her release. "I need it. It felt so good. Mmh! Please let me release." She felt the motion of his hand milking his cock against her thigh and shifted herself to look back and watch him please himself with every word that left her lips begging him for release. He smirked and once pressed into those nerves of her breast with the last line of magic coursing through her nerves to give her the release that she needed. When finally the rush of her release finished and her cries of ecstasy had simmered with her breathing, he lifted his hands away from her and his cock, and reached for the robes he left on the couch and draped them down over her. Rising up without noise and silent movements to the door were urgent, he looked over his shoulder at her lying there in absolute bliss, and felt satiated just in pleasing her. Oh, yes, you are fun, Aliyah. There will be more where that comes from. The thought rang out in his mind, as he departed the tavern in stealth. The rush of cold wind hit her body and she shivered a little on the floor, urging her movements back to huddle against Cyron, who was no longer there. Opening her eyes and peering around, she kept the robes wrapped loosely around her arms and pulled tight to her chest. Curls of hair were pushed aside and finally rising up from the floor, she slipped to the couch and dropped down with a huff of loneliness. She curled into his robes, letting it cover every inch of her body save for her face, pulling in his scent with deep teenage admiration before letting it go from her lungs with a pouted sigh from her lips. "Damn you, Cyron." Aliyah's Chastity Ch. 02 Oh, I need to get rid of your smell, Cyron. She thought to herself as she had woke up on the couch, still deeply nestled within the swirl of robes that she wore all night around her naked bodice and still swimming with her wetness between her thighs, encouraged by his smell she admired so much. At this point in time for her, Aliyah would be setting herself up as a beacon to all males within the vicinity of the tavern. Heretics, exiles, rapists, the vile dragons of the towns who would thrive on having a young and untouched woman at their hands to do their will with. It was why at such a point when her decision to escape to the Inn and clean off the musky scents from her bodice, that she pulled Cyron's robes closer to her body and tucked in such ways to keep his scent strong on her to repel other men who would dare to try and claim her. Cyron left more than enough spores of desire upon his robes to work to her advantage. However, being that Cyron was an exile to these lands, while his claiming scent might have saved her life, would condemn her life if the wrong person were to catch the lingering arousal upon her skin. Thankfully, she still had her virtue and the belt confined on her waistline that would work to her advantage that she had not shamed her family and bloodline, despite having an encounter with Cyron. Nevertheless, she pursued the element of night still to her favor, and her training in speed had hurried her along the beaten paths that were dimly lit while the sun was starting to break the horizon line with deepset reds and purples casting over the sky. Her breaths were out of line when she made it to the door, leaning against it for the time being while she caught it once again to score a feat that was harder. She had to make sure that nobody was inside the inn that could be disturbed or alerted to her. quietly opening the door and slipping within, her emeralds gazed sharply around and immediately her nostrils flared and her pupils dialated having identified a familiar presence now sound asleep on the lacquered and smooth surface of the bar counter within; her guardian, Jotun. Dammit, Jotun. What the hell are you doing here? Please don't wake up. The door was immediately closed, but without much noise made by hinge or doorknob as she was trying to remain incognito for the time being. She scaled herself along the walls, knowing it was better to avoid being near him at this time and take the long way, than to risk the short way and he awaken by being startled by the exile's spores clinging to her flesh and her wetness as an insult to that injury. Whether Aliyah knew better or not, Jotun always had a reason for being where he was. When she didn't return last night from the tavern to the lair, he was sent out in search of her by the command of her mother. When he found her in the state that she was, he knew that his loyalties to her mother were vital, but that at the order of her father Markus, if there was a secret she had that was not life threatening, that it was kept. Her encounter with Cyron, would be kept secret for now, and that if she had planned on not waking him up, such a mission was futile as the web of magics he used alert him to presences in the tavern. After all, an elder being asleep in such a public place, he took extra measures to protect himself, and Aliyah once she arrived at this hiding place that he knew about which others didn't. The door at the end of the hall that he could scent her towards was closed, and he smirked softly upon that unshaven face, and a rough hand rubbed over his face some to relieve the weariness from his eyes. Last night had been a crazy night with Ava, his claimed mate, before he had been sent on this assignment. He was currently adorned in a pair of jeans and a white wifebeater, which showed off his toned frame that held scars and vitality. Smiling to himself now, he pushed off the counter and slid onto the cool, hard floor. Sauntering over to the spot where he kept his bottles of scotch, he slipped one off the shelf and then began making his way towards the shower room, just under the curiosity of how she would react. Normally, she would enjoy a shower, but seeing as she was on a time restraint with Jotun being present, she knew if she hadn't rushed it, that she would have been caught without apparel. The key to said chastity belt was attached to a piercing stud that adorned the nape of her neck, dangled on a small chain and kept hidden under the mass of cinnamon curls that she never had pulled up completely for that reason alone. Once freed from the confines of the belt around her waist, she rinsed the juices clear from the plate and chains, then set it down behind the veil that was pulled around her while she dampened her flesh with the heated water and used the soap vigorously. Jotun's curiosity was peaked more than normal, just because of the trail of her desire had never been so strong before at any point in time. Approaching the door, he didn't think that the girl was mindful enough to put up any magical barriers and he didn't intend to do a minor probing when he turned the knob and opened the door. Stepping into the place, he noticed that a broom she had rigged to the doorway was on its way down to hit the floor. Fluid and graceful movements carried his hand under the tool and prevented it from alerting her to his presence. Closing the door without a sound behind him and rigging the door, he moved silently on his bare feet to the blind side of her stall and peered inward to find that hint of young flesh. Her skin was turning a beet red from the amount of scrubbing she had done from her neck, over her chest and down her arms. The harsness of the soap embedded by the soft brush she used kept an expression of irritating concentration while the water beaded off her hair of which the curls weeped her length down to the middle of her back. Moving her hand down the way of her body, when she had reached the center of where her legs met, she gasped surprisingly at a sensation that caused her to weaken in her knees. She hit her own clit button with her rubbing fingers, and while she was supported against the corner of two walls, her lathered hand continued to stroke along those bare and exposed lips. Her eyes fluttered closed when the feeling of her fingers coupled with the warm water rinsing down her body to that point had amplified the sensation she was pleasing out of herself. She hadn't even noticed the presence of Jotun watching her. Nor would she since he was making sure of keeping himself under her radar. He leaned back against the wall that he was against while watching the scene unfold before him with Aliyah playing her pussy to her desire. She really was in heat, and it wasn't a lie when the thought crossed his mind that she needed to mate soon before her incubation time would make her find the most random seed-bearer and bare herself to him like a minx. By the gods above, they knew that despite having had Ava for a greater deal of the night last night, watching this young and unclaimed dragoness thrust herself on her fingers already had him charged for mating again. She was of the right time, and while Ava was the one he loved and the one who would bear his children, she was not in heat at the present time. Each pressured stroke of Aliyah's fingers sliding over that needy little button that sent those pleasing tingles through her heated and untouched center, pleading for her fingertips to rub harder and faster. The difficulty of not putting too much pressure or numbing herself with the rapid pull of the flesh around that nub made her more frusterated. Jotun could hear it in her rising moans and erratic breaths, marking the difficulty she was finding in keeping the right touch. Every tight muscle in her legs were flinching the closer she was bringing herself in that climb to that peak which she sought by her own touch. Her other hand slowly climbed up and clenched the fullness of her right breast in such a way that reminded her of the man who first made her feel this way. "Mm... Cy.." Very softly mewed under her shuddered breath, when a pulse of sexual energy had urged her fingertips further between her slick-soaped and wet legs. Her hips involuntarily shifted from side to side, leaving wet prints against the walls of her hot rained chamber that she now filled with her heated scent. Jotun shifted a little, taking a quiet drink of the whiskey bottle before the quiet pace of his form approaching the shower stall had succeeded still under her radar. The billowing steam coming from that open faced cell she entrapped her body in, with every muscle now tensing and eagerly grinding her pussy hard against her delving fingers, giving every quiet moan and sweet whimper to her orgasm upon Jotun's perfect ears. Heavy breaths lingered into the steam of the running water which lapped down the drain as her body slipped against the wall of the aftermath, calming herself. With that glistening essence was rubbed between her fingertips, taking in the sheen and denser texture of it on her flesh, she looked at it closer upon her coated digits, catching that subtle sweetness with a flare of her nose. "Taste it." The words gently passed through the running water to her ears, which hearing the deep voice snapped her eyes to the opening of the stall, seeing Jotun with that intrigued smirk upon his lips. She dropped back against the wall and slid down, crossing her legs and hugging her arms around her limbs to close her up, with redness all over her body in embarassment, knowing he must've been there the entire time. She couldn't even look at him, even though her eyes glanced up enough to see if he was aroused. She didn't understand herself and why she had to eye that particular area, but not being able to take her eyes away from the very size of his arousal pushing the front of his jeans out, she went wide-eyed when the very sight of it made her pussy quiver in excitement. He crept half a smile into his soft chuckle. "Don't be modest now, Aliyah. I've caught you white-handed. You liked fucking yourself didn't you?" Only a moment to think why he would say white instead of red, and once understood, she hung her head in heavy blush. "I thought.." "That you were alone? Would you have tasted yourself if you were?" She bit her lip, and didn't answer. He took her silence to mean yes, and slipped into the stall, shutting the water off as he knealt down before her body, being coveted by her hands and legs right now as a means to maintain some sort of dignity. He didn't care at that moment how dignified she was attempting to be, as his rough hand gently slid down her wet thigh and he leaned in to take in the potence of her orgasm, coating her untouched lips. "Why cover up that body of yours? Let me see you." He cooed his words so sensitively to her ears, tracing the gentle tones of his voice in seduction that relaxed her nerves from any pretension she gathered that she was going to be yelled at by him for her reckless abandon. Slowly, but not reluctantly, she uncrossed her ankles, followed by her arms loosening from around her knees and setting them to the ground to support herself. Her legs stretched out with slight bend in those shaking knees and a slight parting of her thighs hinted at that bare and glistening womanhood of hers. He grinned victoriously as he crouched down next to her, and grasped her far arm by the wrist, lifting it up. "Don't struggle, just relax." She had a moment she wasn't sure what he was doing, and no longer supported on that arm caused her to lean in against his strong body, scented of spice and whiskey when she breathed him in. He guided her hand down between her parted thighs once again, taking his other hand to pull her near leg to the side, exposing those lips to the point they opened up naturally and she could see the exotic beauty of her crafted virtue, shimmering with desire in the low light that was cast from over the stall they were in. Her fingertips were set to her pussy once more, by his own hand gliding her fingertips up and down in firm strokes, letting his fingers crawl and take form behind her own, rubbing in rough circles over that hot spot before his and her middle fingers were being pushed inside of her tight entry. She drew her lip in and grunted out a frusterating breath when their coated digits slid to and from that chasm very slowly. He nuzzled into her wet hair, letting the serenade of his words lure her to what he was suggesting. "Feel how wet you are. It feels so fucking sweet, doesn't it, Aliyah?" She panted without sound or word leaving her lips, and just a nod as her finger and his pushed in and out of her, causing her to shift forward to slide their fingers deeper into her cunt. Those walls seared with further entry, where he could feel that hymen being pressed and stretched, but not broken. Her discomfort was passing with every rhythmic stroke he now guided of his and her hands, carrying a quicker rhythm of their digits. Hers small and smooth, rubbing back and forth over the ceiling of her insides, while his being rough and thicker had fucked her finger deeper into her and his hand moved in circles, stirring her honeyed walls to hear her moans ring out more in their pace. Her breaths quickened, and her needy hips bucked forward as that height of her climax was being reached. "That's it, Aliyah, fuck our fingers. Show me how badly you need to cum." Concentration mingled within his smirking expression as he looked down over the tautness of her trembling body to watch how deep he made her hump their fingers in unison. She cried out, and his free hand quickly turned her lips towards his as his mouth cupped over her own, muffling every vibration of her erotic screams past his lips. His tongue pushed past her lips and fervently every sweep of his pink muscle swished deeper and deeper, confining her cries of pleasure to just his ears, and just his lips. Wetness dripped down their two fingers and he slowly slipped his own and brought it to her lips, once he freed her from their kiss. She blushed softly, and hesitated at first, despite his own desire to taste her brought her middle digit between his lips and sucked every last hint of her sweet cream from her. Eventually, amidst her shuddering, his finger and slipped into her mouth, and she sucked it in slowly at first, before the subtle mingled taste of a musky sweetness filled the back of her throat like an acquired taste. She purred and pacified her lustful need with the last suck from his finger. He smiled, rising up from the back from the stall to head for the door, in a stretch. "Oh, aren't you the horny little girl?" He smirked "Finish cleaning up and get dressed. I need to tend to something for a while, so take your time." Gaining breath, she lied back against the walls and sighed softly in the relief that she was given by his efforts. She writhed a little bit as the feeling of two fingers within her was more delightful than she thought it would be. She was eager to discover more of herself and was completely throwing away disregard to the state that she was in right now. However, being satiated for the time being, she pushed her wild thoughts beyond her to finish cleaning up. Twenty minutes later, she was dressed, groomed and most of Cyron's scent had diminished from her form. Jotun guided her the rest of the way home without another delay.