The Dragons had been fighting the Demons for longer than they really knew, before the bipedal races of Nyreth had become civilized. There were two such races, the impetuous, over-extending Humans, and the long-lived, nature loving Elves. Humans only survived by sheer number when the demons considered them a threat and attacked, but their lives were short. The time between appearances of the demons was approximately 240 years, and the Humans would begin to believe demons just legend, since no one alive had ever seen any. Unfortunately, the Humans didn't communicate as well with Elves and Dragons as they should have, and one time the Humans weren't as prepared as they should have been when their attackers had planned something quite nasty.

They gave up their chance, one time, to come to Nyreth, built their numbers, and then attacked just the Humans, en masse, from within as well as without. These demons are able to change their shape, including to that of a Human, Elf, or half-sized Dragon, though nothing larger than their own mass. Elves can feel the disruption in nature that such aberrations create, though only within several yards of themselves. Dragons can smell them, however, from miles away, something that had kept them alive through the ages. Humans had no such protection, and the entire race was wiped out in a matter of years, as the Elves and Dragons were unable to effectively defend themselves and send out a counteroffensive as well.

When trying to amass and attack the Elves with a similar tactic, excepting the infiltration, the Elves fled to the lairs of the Dragons. They had always found the Dragons to be like-minded and thoughtful souls compared to the Humans who were gone. Together, the Elves with their small, dexterous hands, technology, and magick, and the Dragons with their fiery, cleansing breath weapon, flight, and sheer strength, fought the demons off. And thus began a powerful union.

Sal Ah'leen sat at the lip of her cave, listening to Kynth try to work his mouth around the peculiar syllables contained within Elven magick. These last Cycles, while the Demons had been holding back their attacks, waiting an amazing 718 years so far, Dragons had begun to work at using Elven magicks and seemed to be slowly succeeding. Many thought that their minute progress was because of the near millennial lives of the Dragons, compared to the Elves who only lived a third, sometimes half that long. Most, though, were convinced that Elves simply are innately more closely related with the energies around them. No one knew for sure, but Sal had perhaps joked around a little too much with her draconic 'steed,' and now he had focused all his attentions on learning the Elven art. Sal understood the Dragon's interest in it; she had been researching magick since before she had become adult.

She winced as she heard his mouth slip over a simple exercise, a small gust sliding over her back as some air was displaced by the accidentally created fireball. The Elf was grateful that Kynth was practicing on bare stone, but was more thankful that the tough hide of the Dragons were completely impervious to any heat, magickal or not. Another defense they had against the demonic hordes, which the Elves didn't share. Sal herself had spent time studying Draconic fire and had come to the same conclusion most other scholars had; the Dragons naturally focused energy inside their mouth and then threw it forth both mentally, with the same, innate power that focused the energy, and physically, with their powerful lungs. It wasn't that incredibly hot of a flame, either, but it was in some way terrific against the Demons, yet another topic Sal had studied. With no Demons to watch being torn apart, however..

"Sal! Come in here, please." She grinned, a touch ruefully, and slipped into the cavern after placing a brightly colored, fist-sized stone next to the door. No one would come to the door with that up, as it was a symbol showing that no one was home. The Elf thought that this was as good a time as any to spring a small surprise on her friend, something she had been planning for more than week.

"Yes, dear Dragon?" she asked, using a term of endearment she had come to use with Kynth. She sat herself lightly upon a wooden chair, crossing her legs, itching idly behind one of her slightly pointed ears while looking over the char marks on the stone wall. They were the largest she had seem him create yet. "He is growing in power, if not in control," she thought to herself.

"This is exasperating." His tail lashed behind him as he sat heavily on his haunches, shaking his head. Kynth had only reached his full eighteen feet in length within the last fifty years, but he was an adult Dragon, and was fairly disgruntled he had found something that was beyond his reach without great practice.

Sal nodded sympathetically and made a light humming sound in her throat, as if thoughtful, interrupting before the Dragon could continue. "You know, I might have just the thing you need. You probably couldn't be sure, but I had noticed that your problem is a lack of the specific kind of concentration you need to work our magicks. Well, I happen to have recently obtained something from a friend's experimentations that will help you!" Kynth's face lit up, wings rustling slightly behind him in some exuberance at the idea.

"Really?" Sal had risen and was moving to her bedroom in the cave system the two shared. A few moments of whispered words and hand movements and Sal pulled a small, dingy sack out of thin air. Kynth knew she had accessed her Space, as they called it, something that she could only do from a room where specific wards and sigils had been set up. She could place anything non-living into it at any time she wished, but only with the knowledge that it was irretrievable until reaching home.

The Elf moved to the Dragon and opened the sack, pouring a set of silver rings onto her hand, perhaps two dozen in number. He was slightly disheartened when he noticed that they were only large enough to fit on the slim digits of the Elven race. Noticing how his face dropped, Sal quickly cut in.

"Oh, no worries Kynth, they are magickal. They will fit easily." As Kynth smiled and nodded enthusiastically she smiled back at him and backed a few feet away. "Now, make sure you listen to my instructions very carefully, as these aren't just ornamental rings. They are not just for the fingers, but for several places on the body, and you must remain very, very still as I place them on you. You may open and close your eyes, breathe, speak quietly, or even wriggle your toes a little, but in no way should you ever bend a leg, or unfurl a wing, or do more with your tail than give the tip a twitch. That is very important, for it could mean great injury on your part if you do happen to move in the wrong way. If you feel a sneeze or cough welling up, tell me first, by either saying so or tapping the floor three times with your tail tip. Do you understand?"

Kynth was looking slightly in awe at the rings by now, nodding slowly, thinking that these must be quite magickal indeed if they could be that dangerous. He was definitely will to risk it though, for the chance to further himself and perhaps be the magickal equal of his partner. He knew he probably would never to be able to cast great magicks while on wing, like his rider could from on his back, something she had practiced for years while Kynth had practiced targeting his breath weapon in flight. But, being able to do more than mending bruises or accidentally singing the walls of his cave would be incredible.

With Sal's instructions the Dragon was soon standing in the position he would need to be in, on all four legs, limbs spread to shoulder width, wings furled against his back lightly, head slightly raised, tail loose behind him. He felt like he was posing for some of the budding artists he had enjoyed watching work the day before. Impressing himself when he had managed to use some magick to levitate a horsehair brush a few inches upwards had prompted today's three hours of study.

Having remembered Sal's words all too clearly, Kynth decided to simply remain silent as the Elf slipped the rings in place. They didn't open, exactly, but rather seemed to become larger overall and liquid in the area where it was pressed against him, causing it to slide right over his limb and become solid again once in place. It was an interesting sensation, and he did indeed wriggle his toes a little as another ring was added just above his knee on the same forelimb. Six more rings and his legs were taken care of, the Elf then moving behind him.

"Alright, dear Dragon, just a few more." She slipped one onto his tail, about halfway between the middle and end of his tail, and another opposite that, one quarter of the way down his tail from it's base. He gave a small blink as Sal placed one around each of his wings, furled as they were, feeling them squeeze slightly in place, seeming to leave his wings incapable of unfolding.

"Um, Sal? Why do I need those last two?" The lithe biped had slipped forward and was putting one over the base of his neck, then another directly behind the base of his skull. As she reached forward, toward his snout, with a grin on her face, he tried to say something and found that his voice no longer would issue from his throat. One more ring around his snout Sal was done. Moving around in front of the Dragon she smiled sweetly at him and scratched him lightly under his chin.

"You can move now, my dear Dragon. Or should I say, you can struggle." Kynth's eyes went wide at her statement and he reached for his snout, to pull the ring off. He jerked when his limb didn't move. He felt the muscles tensing as he pulled, harder and harder, but no matter how he tried he couldn't move his leg. "You see, Kynth, you can't move those rings. Anyone else can, and if they do so, your body is easily pulled along with it, but you can't."

The Dragon was quite afraid at this point, pulling his entire body as hard as he could to one side, then the other, thankful that for some reason the rings weren't causing any pain as he did so. But he also made no headway, barely able to move himself at all with the rings so strategically placed. He couldn't understand why Sal would do this! They had always gotten along quite well, even with the slightly arrogant Elf's sarcasm, and he could see no reason she would want to hurt him. He knew she wasn't a Demon, for she didn't have the smell on her. Horrible ideas sprung to mind; what if the Demons had found a way to mask their scent, or perhaps control the body and minds of the Elves in some way? What if there were dozens of Elves who were possessed? What if they all were, and the Dragons were about to be killed off by the Demons, who had finally found the weapon they needed!

Sal shook her head, grinning, as Kynth struggled, the tensing of the muscles and slight tint of red in his pupils telling her what Kynth was thinking. "No, dear, I'm not a Demon, never was, never will be." She slowly stroked under his chin, and slightly along his neck, shaking Kynth out of his thoughts with the combination of her words and the pleasant touch. "No, I just have always admired you, your strength, your deftness of flight. Your entire species, and especially you yourself. You're very attractive. And I knew I had to make you mine." She growled the last word, like a predator, grasping the ring on his snout to make sure he was looking right in her striking emerald eyes.

Kynth was no longer worried about any sort of demonic trouble, but this new development made him think. Dragons and Elves had fallen in love before. It was not frowned upon, for there was very little racial dislike after more than three millennia of sharing their lives with one another. However, as they wouldn't produce more of their species to help in the defense against the Demons in such a union, it wasn't smiled upon either.

Again his thoughts were distracted. Sal had started moving and was strolling along his side, trailing her fingernails along his hide, causing him to shiver softly. He had never had the pleasure of mating with another, not having reached his fertile years yet due to the reproductive physiology of the Dragons, and he had not had a lot of tactile contact with any but his parents, who had never touched him like this. It was definitely nice, but he wasn't sure if he wanted his first such attentions lavished upon him in this kind of situation. Not that he had a choice in the matter.

Sal moved under his upper body and lifted the rings on Kynth's forelimbs. With a bit of levitation and some shifting of angles he soon found himself reared up on his hind limbs, the other rings on his body having followed behind him, apparently so they wouldn't hurt him. This new position was actually oddly comfortable, his forelimbs over his head, head tilted back. Normally his muscles would be straining quite a bit to stay like this, but it felt just as stressful as being on all four legs did.

The Elf grinned and licked her lips, looking at the setup of her dragon, spreading his hind limbs, the rings making sure he didn't lose his balance since he wasn't the one who was keeping it, anyway. The Dragon's genital slit, a mound of flesh that wasn't quite as visible as the sheath of a mammal, was at face level once she sat in the chair, her dragon squirming and tugging still, turning her on as he showed off his helplessness. She stroked the flat of her palms up his belly, over his sides, and down to his hips. "Mmm, my very own Dragon. Such a beautiful one, too." Kynth wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed or angry, the warm breath of Sal's speech washing over his slit, causing him to shiver.

"Ooh, my Dragon, you like this don't you?" Kynth couldn't help but be embarrassed at that, having felt his slit warming slightly ever since he had started struggling. Sal watched the tip of the Dragon's pink length slip into view as Kynth fought with himself. He was turned on by this? By his own rider trapping him, molesting him? Struggling further he growled, silently due to the magick in the ring about his throat, both at Sal and himself, fighting his urges.

"Oh, yes, my Dragon, struggle, please, it's very fetching," Sal mocked, the grin quite audible in her words, her hands having strayed down to tenderly stroke the inside of the Dragon's thighs, making his tail twitch. A minute of exhaling directly onto Kynth's shaft and stroking in small circles near where his thighs met his body were enough to make his arousal full and hard, no matter how much he fought it down. Nearly sixteen inches of pink, throbbing flesh, making Sal lick her lips. "Wonderful."

Kynth jerked in his bonds as he felt a strong grasp around his shaft, hips giving a reflexive forward twitch, his still fairly youthful body responding to the sensations with nothing but approval. The dexterous Elven fingers stroked and squeezed at his hardness, gripping at the base and squeezing, a hand moving up it's underside, then cupping in a circle and sliding back down it. Kynth was completely unprepared for such a level of stimulation, prefluids already dripping from his tip, hips swaying more, all the sensation making him gasp.

"Oh, my Dragon, are you aroused? Are you needy? Your mating urges kicking in? Do you feel the wish to rutt? Well, it's a pity you can't, isn't it? Those rings on your tail would make thrusting more than a half-inch nearly impossible. Not that I would let you climax now, anyway." Sal was enjoying herself immensely, her own sex hot and damp as she watched her Dragon struggle, now for a combination of reasons. She knew that Dragons, like Elves, participated in sexual activity recreationally as well as for reproductive reasons. She also knew that Kynth was a virgin, had never even been aroused yet. The urge doesn't come until the years when he would be fertile, normally. However, physical contact was known to bring about premature urges, without the ability to create offspring, and after the first such episode they would be sexually active from that point on.

She grinned, a bit maliciously. The first time a Dragon is brought to any sort of arousal, especially if it's premature, it is very strong. She had heard stories of female Elves nearly split in two when their mate had become so needy he had taken her as if she were a Dragon, the odd elasticity of the Elven reproductive system being the only thing to save them from permanent injury. Some had even come to enjoy such penetration. Sal thought she would have to try that sometime, but not now. She had plans for her Dragon; much more interesting plans than simple mating.

Her warm, agile tongue danced along the tip of his length, collecting the pre, savoring the unique taste. Kynth's hips squirmed further as she did so, his breath coming in pants through his nostrils at this point. He didn't know that much about the intricacies of the premature arousal of male Dragons, and was unprepared for how much this made him want to thrust. Still fighting it, fighting the feelings that were being forced on him, he twisted and struggled.

Sal's lips tenderly nibbled along her Dragon's length, watching it bob slightly as he tensed and squirmed. A few more licks, up from the base of his shaft to his tip made him curls his toe claws against the floor, slightly scoring the rock. "Oh, do you like that, my Dragon?" She repeated that, another slow, long, firm lick from the base of his cock to the underside of his tip, meeting a spurt of pre there and happily lapping it away. Kynth whined silently and struggled harder, this time in lust, as she did that. It felt so good!

Since she had placed the bindings around Kynth's body she could hear every sound he made, grinning at his whining, delighting in the sound. "Oh, you really do like that, don't you?" She spread her hand up to collect some more seminal fluid and used it, along with the saliva on his shaft, to tenderly caress, stroke, and massage at Kynth's needy arousal.

"I found these in a cave forty miles east of here, you know, two weeks ago on that trip I took to look for Demonic remains of some sort. I found these on the skeleton of a Dragon, placed as I have placed them on you. There was a diary there too, of one of the Demon generals. It's barely legible, and made of something I've never seen before. He had quite enjoyed that dragon, though I would never do such horrible things to you. Well, not most of them." She grinned at the way that made Kynth tremble. Or maybe her hands were doing that. She couldn't tell. She did, however, notice her Dragon slowly approaching a tremendous sexual peak. The link with Kynth's brain, something that the rings created, told her such.

Kynth's struggling had mostly been replaced by a repetitive, short thrusting he made toward Sal's hands, the stimulation working at him, satisfying his need in a way that was making him feel more and more.. something. He knew that he must be approaching a climax, having heard from a slightly older friend that it was an incredible sensation, and moaned happily, hips thrusting. It really did feel very good and he no longer had any complaints, getting closer and closer.

Sal started to lick and nibble at the tip of Kynth's cock as he neared his peak, driving him further, faster. His thrusting hips started to get erratic and his mind was clouding in sheer pleasure. He felt it, he knew it was there, just a little more! He didn't know what had happened but it stopped, and he couldn't stand it! The Dragon powerfully struggled, whining, whimpering, writhing as strongly as he could and getting nowhere fast.

Sal sat back a little and grinned, hands folded in her lap, watching her Dragon giving her such a spectacle. He was making enough of a racket that she was glad no one else could hear him, and she knew at this angle inside the cave no one could see him either. One of her hands was slowly stroking her own sex through her clothing at the thought of how much Kynth must be feeling right now, the need to embed his cock in something. And she could feel it coming from him, knowledge of what he was feeling instead of her actually sharing it.

Kynth's cock was harder and more full of blood than it had been when she first started, somewhere closer to red than pink, the draconic hips shaking and struggling desperately. Sal thought he would calm after a few moments but it actually took a full minute before he stopped, gasping for breath, whimpering miserably. She almost took pity on him, but realizing that he would come out of this fine she started licking at the underside of his cock again in those long, slow passes. Her Dragon's hips suddenly started thrusting again, showing the incredible stamina of the species, or at least the stamina shown in extreme cases like this. But Sal wasn't giving him enough stimulation to near climax, just a constant, rhythmic, unfaltering lick along his shaft that was driving him insane.

The Elf kept this up until her tongue started aching, the lack of sensation, even something as torturous as the licking, making Kynth all the more wild in his struggles. She was glad the rings had magick that made wearing them comfortable no matter how you moved since she wasn't interested in directly harming her Dragon, just tormenting him this way. She waited a few minutes, watching him hang in the bonds after he stopped squirming, whining softly, cock still throbbing. Then she sat up, gave his cock a squeeze, and walked toward her bedroom. "You know, I made something for you. A little gift, shall we say. I hope you love it."

Moments later she was strolling back into the main chamber, holding another sack, this one longer and less wide. Or rather, it looked like a sack, but was actually two feet long and only 4 inches wide, never bending at all. "This, my Dragon, is.. well. I never did name it, now that I think about it. You'll see what it is. Or rather, you'll feel it." She held it up in his line of sight so he could see it while speaking, then circled around in front of him. There was a small pop sound, then Kynth was titillated with a very wonderful sensation, a warm ring moving down his cock, feeling like he was sinking it into something warm and yielding, yet gripping and tight.

Sal spoke while watching Kynth try to thrust into the odd sack, watching it bob around a little but not slide up or down at all. "See, inside this is an odd mixture of mud I came up with one time while experimenting with dirt when I was young. It is pure clay, mixed with a particular kind of magickal water that will swirl and bubble on command. Any solid objects placed in it will also, for some reason, be squeezed and clung to. Put it together and you get a most wonderful foot massaging and deep cleansing formula." She spoke a command word under her breath, something Kynth didn't hear, and suddenly there was a very soft, yet firm feeling on his shaft, all over at once, twisting around it, squeezing randomly. It was incredible, and it put the touch of Sal's hands to shame in capability to arouse. He thrust like mad.

"Oh, and of course, I didn't leave it there. I linked this particular structure to me. It very vaguely shares the same desires as I do, though with no sentience behind it. You will see what I mean shortly." She sat down in the chair and simply let herself feel the pleasure rising in her Dragon, stroking her mound again through her clothing, panting just a bit. That was nothing compared to the gasping and inaudible grunts coming from Kynth as he was stimulated so. He was nearly in tears with gratitude that he would be allowed to climax in such an incredibly pleasurable way, wondering how much fun he could have with this thing for the rest of his life.

Nearer and nearer he again came to his orgasm, his mind cleared of conscious thought again as he was so close. But, he hadn't pay close enough attention to Sal's words. The mud stopped moments before he could climax, making him struggle again futilely, a grin rising to Sal's face. She stood up and moved to her bed, able to see Kynth but not visible from outside, stripping herself quickly. She panted faster as she fingered herself while thinking about the fun she would have with her Dragon. Two more spells she hadn't mentioned would come in handy. One would clear all memories of the ring and tonight's events from her Dragon's memory. And the other would reset his reproductive organs and brain to a point where he still hadn't had his first sexual interaction.

She could do this to him over and over again and he would never know the difference, except perhaps for a slight ache in his genital slit and a loss of time. She started thinking on how often she could spend doing this. She could make up something about the Dragon having times when he would simply pass out. It would remove him from the battle roster but it would still allow him to practice his magick, enough to keep him happy. She shivered all over as she felt the mud stop just before his climax again, stroking herself to an orgasm she knew that her Dragon wouldn't be able to reach, squirming on her bed and groaning as Kynth's need flowed over her. Oh, she would enjoy her Dragon. And he would never know.