This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
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The Twelve Kinks of Christmas
Cock Ring
"You've been a bad dragon..."
Luna smirked, walking around the bound dragon as he hung in midair, suspended from the bondage frame with a myriad of leather straps snugly tightened around his body at strategic intervals. The nude, grey wolf, bare but for her natural fur, flicked her blue hair back over her shoulder, staring the dragon eyes with a set of eyes that she'd made up to be especially smoky that evening. Only the best for her playmates, after all, she'd told herself earlier in her dressing room, applying her makeup with delicate care.
Antoneth grumbled, working his jaw against a strip of leather that kept his muzzle shut as the wolf had her way with him. His tail, freed for the moment, flicked back and forth, curling and uncurling in midair, dark blue-black scales gleaming in the low, sensual light. She'd found a lamp, somewhere in the playroom, that emitted a sultry crimson light, which set off the tinge of colour in his scales and the brighter, yellow notes running through the scales on his front, facing down to the floor.
"Flying but not flying..." She taunted him, running the tip of the crop down his back from between his shoulder blades to the very tip of his dangling tail. "All strapped up with nowhere to go..."
She laughed, cupping his jaw to force him to look up at her. His eyes burned, though his cock remained hard, a trickle of pre cum oozing from the dark tip. Winking, she slipped the leather strap from around his muzzle, allowing him the pleasure of speech - if but for the moment.
"I'll get out of it," he growled lowly, sliding his gaze away. "Just you wait, you don't have me..."
He yanked his muzzle away, eyeing her paw as if concerned it was going to lash out at him, though he didn't have the heart to bare his teeth in a snap. He could have his payback later... He grinned to himself. Probably much, much later, but it would come.
"Oh, dearie me!"
Luna clapped her paw to her chest, staggering back as if he had mortally wounded her. She bent over sinuously at the waist and snatched up a toy from the chest placed at their side - she wouldn't have wanted to have to go far during the course of their fun, after all - and held it up between a thumb and a forefinger.
"I'll just have to put this cock ring on you now then, so you simply won't want to get away!"
She threw the words out in a singsong voice, though the glitter of cunning in her eye told another tale to the one on her lips. Antoneth thrashed and struggled in his bondage, swinging back and forth, as Luna easily slipped around him, running her paw down his bound wings as if to further taunt him. He couldn't escape and he knew it - it was all part of the game, their game.
"Poor dragon," she crooned, wrapping her paw around the midsection of his cock. "You have no idea what's coming to you, do you? So much teasing..." She licked her lips. "And so much denial..."
Antoneth stiffened, breathing shallowly through his nostrils as she slid the ring down the length of his cock, letting his own pre-cum lubricate it. It nuzzled down easily enough at first, yet grew swiftly tighter and tighter as it cupped the base, lightly pinching in his skin. He squirmed, tail slapping lightly against the wolf's side, and whimpered, cock pulsing with blood that no longer felt like it could adequately escape his shaft. He hissed through his teeth as his cock throbbed, each ridge flaring out slightly from the shaft as his need swelled. Whereas the stimulation was enough to keep him hard and needy, he couldn't imagine getting off with it on, the pressure too tight to be comfortable in the heat of the moment.
Luna blew him a kiss, ears slipping back sultrily.
"There now." she smirked. "Isn't that better? You didn't look right without it."
He clenched his jaw and shook his head. No, that wasn't better - that wasn't better at all! But he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of complaining aloud, holding his resolve in tight until his muscles trembled with the physical strain holding back placed on his body.
Tongue lashing out to swipe hungrily down the side of her muzzle, Luna leaned in, shoulders rolling back. Although her eyes narrowed, it was impossible to miss how much she revelled in the simple control she had over his body, exercising it in the most carnal way possible. Antoneth shuddered as his paw teased up and down his cock, making his member slippery with pre-cum as she giggled to herself, the black tip of her tail lashing.
"This is where you're supposed to be, dragon," she whispered, voice carrying even if there was no one else there to hear her. "Under my paw, cock in my paw. And you're not going to cum tonight until I'm good and satisfied. That's if I allow you to cum."
The dragon whined, resolve shivering beneath her glare. Why was he so easy to break? He just wanted to cum - was that too much to ask? Yet he had found himself, yet again, at the mercy of a fur that was more interested in tormenting him for their own pleasure, wherever that took them. The cock ring seemed to grow tighter. He squirmed, dipping his head. Was it his position to please?
He didn't have time to consider the thought further as the wolf's paw worked his length, sliding beneath his body on her knees - he thought, desperately, for a better angle. But, to his delight and horror, her tongue played across the tip, scooping up a dollop of pre-cum to smear it slickly down his length. Her tongue eased over each ridge in turn and he groaned, hips jerking as they tried to thrust like instinct bid him to, yet the ring around his needy shaft only served to remind him that pleasure of that kind would be out of reach.
He could only reach that point if he was allowed. And he wasn't so sure the wolf was in a giving mood, despite her tongue action, that night. As her lips slid over the head of his shaft, he whined, the sound pulling from his throat before he could stop it. He glared as Luna's paw stroked his muzzle, petting him like he was a mere dog that needed soothing. Yet he was all too aware how the gentleness of her paw could turn to a sharp slap - the memory of the last stinging through his mind - and resisted the alluring desire to lean sensually into her touch.
