Dante felt a little uneasy as she was called into the room where her Master was waiting for her. She had been locked in a restrictive chastity belt for the past few weeks, and it felt like her womanhood was screaming at her for some kind of release mere days into it, and she had no idea how it would feel in a week or more. It didn’t help that despite her being locked up she still had to do whatever Pirate told her to, and his own sounds of pleasure kept reminding her of what she was missing out on...

As soon as she walked in Pirate put her to her knees, balancing his cock on the end of her muzzle. “So, you know why yer here, lass?” he cooed, while gently petting her horns and grinding his scent into her nose. Dante blushed a little. She remembered what Pirate told her a few weeks ago after a session with him went a little...wrong. Pirate wanted to use her throat but she just couldn’t take it and begged for it to stop, and in return he locked her up and ordered her to practice on some toys until she could. After all, if she wasn’t going to be a good girl, she doesn’t deserve a reward.

And so for the past few days of chastity she did just that, trying to take bigger and bigger toys while waiting for a chance to prove herself to him and earn that key. Today was the day, and though she practiced as much as she could, she knew that Pirate would go at his own pace...he’d use her brutally and harshly in a way she could never replicate with toys alone. Pirate snapped her back to attention with a quick love tap on the side of her face: “Hey, I’m talking t’ you, don’t you fuckin’ ignore me, girl! Do you know why you’re here?”

Dante nodded with some worrisome anticipation. “I ain’t holdin’ back.” the pheagle sternly warned, taking a sharp grip on both of Dante’s horns. “Good thing you dragon cunts have these handlebars built in t' help wi' that too.” he said, shaking Dante’s head a little and chuckling as he stared down at the hapless dragon. Dante looked back anxiously, feeling Pirate’s cock leaking pre onto her face. She was partly worried because she knew how much it’d hurt, but also because she knew she would be punished if she couldn’t take it again. And already her pussy was burning just from the scent alone, instinctively she reached her fingers down to touch herself but felt the cold metal denying her any pleasure. She had to focus on his, and his alone. There was no way she could bear having to deal with another week of that...

“Open that mouth, girl.” He ordered, impatiently tapping the side of her maw. Dante carefully opened her mouth only to have Pirate immediately force his cock inside it. “There we go. About time. An’ you watch them fuckin’ teeth. If I ‘ave t’ strap a ring gag on ya, I’ll be leavin’ that on fer weeks an’ all!”

He started off slow enough, letting his size leisurely fill up her mouth, growling at the soft feel of her maw accommodating him. For a few minutes he simply fucked her mouth, demanding that she keep eye contact with him the whole time as he did. “Look at you. Such a ‘powerful’ little dragon, whimperin’ an’ blushin’ at th’ taste of yer Master’s dick. I know you like it, ya little whore. I can smell yer cunt from up ‘ere.”

Dante blushed and shut her eyes. Shameful as it was to admit, the more needy she got over days of denial, the better it felt to be treated like this by him, and right now just the taste and feel of his cock alone was sending throbs of pleasure through her. All she could do was nod and smile as Pirate used her mouth for his own satisfaction and spat verbal abuse down to her. Then without warning, he stood his taloned foot onto her shoulder, gripped her horns harder, and crammed his entire length down her throat, sniggering as the dragon immediately gagged at the intrusion. Dante’s eyes watered and grew wide, she tried to keep it together but the sudden shock made her gag reflex work overtime. She tried to pull back a little but Pirate’s grip on her horns were keeping her fixed tightly in place as she gagged and heaved. Pirate growled and smirked at her: “I’m lovin’ th’ feel of yer throat squeezin’ against my dick. Hurts, don’t it? Too bad that I don’t fuckin’ care. Gag all you like, dragon, I ain’t done ‘till I say I’m done, an' I ain't stoppin' if you cry this time.” Dante tried to pull back harder, but Pirate just laughed and spat in her face, mock-mimicking her gags and pulling her face into his crotch as deeply as he could. Dante squeezed her thumb in the palm of her hand he kept going.

Dante tried her best to brace it as Pirate started to move her head back and forth, swabbing her throat with his girth. In between gagging she could only just breathe out of her nose, and with her face pushed deep into the pheagle’s thick feather-pubes her struggled breathing filled her senses with his masculine scent. She was starting to get dizzy, and Pirate had only just started the session...yet even through the pain of him fucking her throat she could feel her wetness leaking down her thighs and her pussy throbbing for attention. While Pirate was busy using her throat she instinctively moved her hand down to try and touch herself again, feeling the metal of the chastity cage slick with her sex. She started to gag a little less as her throat grew accustomed to the pheagle's cock invading her throat, and every time she felt a sting of pain a little rush of pleasure quickly followed as Pirate went on using it.

Her face burned hotter when she felt Pirate speed up and heard him moan to himself, clearly getting closer to climax. She could feel his cock throbbing and twitching inside her, with Pirate taking occasional moments to pull her head forward as deep as he could and really feel her throat milking him, without a care for her coughing and retching. Dante's body rushed with adrenaline...somehow it felt so right that he was getting all of the pleasure, and her pussy was locked away behind the chastity belt. It felt so degrading, yet so shamefully right...and that thought alone was giving her enough pleasure to start feeling excited herself. Somehow the closer Pirate was getting, the stronger the feeling got, and she started to bob her head forward to milk his cock herself. It felt almost as good as getting fucked by him, an experience she hadn’t had in the days she had been belted, and the feeling reached its peak when Pirate finally went over and pulled out, painting her face with his thick load...and while ropes of Pirate’s cum were splattering across her face her whole body was instantly gripped by a euphoric pleasure arching down her back, pleasure that she hadn’t felt for so long that she almost forgot how just good it was. It brought her into a blissful head space as she felt her pussy squirt through the chastity belt, and for a few moments it was all she cared about.As the feeling faded away into the afterglow, Dante looked up at Pirate and laughed between hacking coughs.

Her throat was too sore to speak but the calm smile Pirate gave back down to her told her everything she needed to know. Pirate started wiping the cum off her face onto his fingers, then moving them to her maw for her to clean off as he gently teased her about her chastity belt: “Looks like it weren’t me who made a mess. This is th’ second time you came in yer belt, lass. Somethin’ tells me you won’t be needin’ th’ key if you can do that just from bein’ throat fucked alone…”

Dante hesitantly nodded. She did want to be free, but in all honesty it was being under Pirate’s control that felt better to her than anything she could do to herself. And he was right, if he could make her cum just from that alone, then what was the point of unlocking her? For now she just smiled and enjoyed the afterglow while she could. Especially as it would be a long time before she’d feel that again...