/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance

>>366986

DAY 5

>It's been four days.

>Up until now, your requests for Saphira haven't been unreasonable. Spending time with you. Letting you stroke her sensitive thighs - or at least, trying to. You stop running your hands over a chaste woman's body when she starts digging holes in the mattress and sucking air through her teeth. You're probably playing with a powder keg, but she's so adorable. And there's literally nothing she can do about your teasing.

>Today, you get there bright and early. "A-Anon!" She yelps as she opens the door to you. "You, um… I like your outfit."

>"Thanks." You say. "I like yours."

>"So we're done now?" She whimpers, her claws gently adjusting the maid outfit. Oh lord, it's perfect. She's perfect. The outfit has been made so tight around her waist that it almost shows the belt. Almost. And the dress is so long, it flows around her body right to the floor. You were worried she would just request some standard "sexy maid costume" for you, but no. Either Saphira or the people her family pay know how to do a job properly. "A-Anon?" She adds quietly. "I need to get ready for school. I can put it back on when we get home. There's… I've, um, been in chastity now for a week, at least. Three times as long as before. Will you please listen to me?"

>"What is it?" You ask, sitting down next to her on the lobby couch. "Is there something you need to tell me?"

>"Um." She clears her throat. "Anon… I really need to cum."

>"You're a third of the way there," You assure her. She growls.

>"No, Anon!" She snaps. "I'm, I'm throbbing down there, really badly! I can't concentrate. For goodness sake, you're all I can think about!" She makes herself redden, but continues nonetheless, her claw grinding itself against her crotch. "I made a list." She says. "Look-"

>"A list?"

>"Of all the reasons you need to let me cum. Right now. Ankh helped."

>"I'm sure she was happy to."

>"Why do you both find this so funny?" She whines. "Look, there's pages and pages of reasons. What if our parents find out? What if you get hurt? I can't stop shaking! What if-"

>"What if," you say, cupping her chin, "You just left all the worrying to me and enjoyed that feeling between your legs?"

>She's silent, just staring at you angrily. You gently snake your hand under her dress, pulling her into your lap.

>"Anon!" She whispers. "What if the maids see?"

>"Then they'll know I've fallen for you. Very, very much."

>Her quivering thighs are perfect. Her tense ass is perfect. Her musculature is hard, moist, and oh so sensitive. "A-Ah!" She moans, grabbing at the couch as you trace your hands around her body, and around her belt. "H…H-" You lift the heavy lock, holding it up for a moment, then let it fall. That sets off the resonator. "AHN… ON!" She yells, squirming as you play with her body.

>Her hands join yours. "No," you say, "It's a punishment. I told you I'd do this if you asked me to unlock you again."

>She whimpers under you skillful hands, but doesn't interfere. "Ah-Ah!" She cries, her powerful body shivering desperately under your light little touches. "You're so cr-cruel… Pervert."

>"Says the girl who stayed up all night making a list of reasons I should let her cum." You whisper back, unable to hide your pure excitement, lifting the dress around the two of you and exposing her firmly belted ass. All your dragon anatomy research is paying off. And probably keeping you on a watchlist somewhere, but let's not sweat the details.

>You tease her for a while longer, then, gently, you whisper - "I'm finished. Let's get going."

>"I-" Saphira whispered, panting - "Need to change… My cloooothes…"

>Her claws clamp over the chastity belt and tug and shake at it, her legs kicking and her body twisting, but it's no use. You notice that her technique is more resigned than desperate today, and you suspect she's getting better at keeping her temper with the belt. She runs her hands over her hips a little, clawing at one of her breasts, but she just can't tease herself the way you can. She leans back against you, panting. You're very much looking forward to seeing her snap again. "Stop doing that to me." She whimpers.

>"You look beautiful, Saphira." You reply. "You make a wonderful maid. The horns go really well with the headdress."

>"Do you think so?" She asks, blushing furiously as her claws cautiously smooth the fabric back over her legs, her eyes carefully checking for any sign of the belt as she adjusts the fit. You notice they've thickened the material around her waist. They know too, then.

>"Of course I do." You tell her. "And so will everyone at school."

>>367001

>It's getting harder for her to pass this off as normal behavior.

>She's stomping through the halls, clinging to your side. Her face is red as a traffic light.

>You need to escape her attention for a moment, though. There's someone you need to talk to. When Ankh walks around the corner and bursts out laughing, your waifu breaks into a run, chasing her out of view. You seize your chance.

>"What the hell was that?" Jessie remarks as you step into the science club's room and shut the door.

>"My beautiful, devoted girlfriend." You state. "To her heart, I hold the only key."

>"You were serious." He realises, his eyes widening. "I thought you were making shit up when you told me. I thought you two had just made friends or something."

>"You think i'd be the boy she made friends with?" You ask.

>"Well, you're both very weird." He shrugs. "About your little experiment - I like it, but can she take it?"

>"She can." You reply, without any pause.

>"Let's assume she can't." Jessie insists. "How are you going to keep her from putting you through the wall and taking care of business as soon as you take the belt off?"

>You wordlessly gesture to your project cupboard, showing him something that makes his eyes widen. "I asked her to let me commission something from that company. She wouldn't let me at first, but I promised her it'd be nothing big. She told me I was paying half. It was a bit hefty, but I can set more aside eventually."

>"You paid a grand and a half for handcuffs?" He asked.

>"Unbreakable handcuffs." You correct. "And ankle cuffs as well."

>"So you chain her down with these gold chains and… then what?"

>"Then, I give her a little surprise." I promise.

>"You sure you know what you're doing?" he asks, nervously. "That girl might be head over heels for you, but she's still The Princess. Her family own this town. They own almost half of this country. She could fly off the handle very quickly. And you know if you keep bullying her like this, she'll go to her mother. And her mother'll make you dissapear. They'll be fishing you out of the lake, Anon."

>Your mouth goes dry. "I… Suppose I could just theorise… about how this might work. Do you think, um. Do you think I'm good enough for her, Jessie?"

>"No, I mean- You're what she chose. I'm just reminding you, because I from what I'm seeing, you need to be reminded - she's a dragon. Look, her family have a long history of marrying in exceptional men. She has amazing judgement, and you've got a good thing going. Why push it?"

>You're quiet for a long time. "I guess I can't help myse-"

>Slam.

>"When did you come in here?!" Saphira yells from the door as Jessie becomes very interested in the empty petri dish you keep on the table. "Get out here and tell Ankh what you made me do!"

>>367007

DAY 6

>Saphira brought you home again. You're not sure why - she said something about homework to Ankh and Jessie, but you both know the last thing the two of you are going to spend time on is math problems.

>She's taken to wearing the maid outfit around you in private. She hasn't worn it to school again, but it's still quite confusing to you that she's doing this, considering you only actually asked her to wear it for a day. You excuse yourself. You've learned a bit of the mansion's layout - enough of a working knowledge to find the essential rooms, like the bathroom and upstairs kitchen. But you still feel very small here.

>"Hello again." A voice sings, a hand clamping down on your shoulder as you leave the bathroom. "Your name is Anon, isn't it?"

>You nervously turn to face the shoggoth. Her experession is… hard to describe. It's like a kind, searching look with a bit of hunger to it. "Hello." You say. "I, uh, can't stay-"

>"What are your intentions with the young mistress, Anon?" She asks. "Only, as the head maid and family doctor," - She gestures with the box cutter in her hand towards a family portrait nearby, in which, sure enough, she appears - "-I'm getting a little concerned."

>"I-Is she alright?"

>The shoggoth rolls her eyes. "She's in no danger. I just want to know what the… constraints are, here. I know that this is all consentual, and I'm told this is a limited time thing. And that is true, isn't it?"

>Your breath catches in your throat. "Y-Yes." You gulp.

>She smiles. "I'm glad. I'm glad that's true. Because in truth, Anon, Saphira definitely can't take 30 days in her belt. She can barely control herself after one. I don't know whether I approve of the little experiment you're doing. It's having an effect on the mistress that I can't decide whether to call healthy or… undesirable. I'm fairly sure that at least two of the residents of this household would not approve of the embarrasing stunt yesterday. Perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps the mother knows, and allows. Perhaps she too has a private, submissive side. I certainly wouldn't want to find out." She bends down. "Because there's not a lot that even I could do to you," she leers, "That might be worse."

>You crack then. "No more public stuff." You say quickly. "I promise."

>"Good. And are there any plans I need to know about?"

>You pause.

>>367008

>When you enter Saphira's room, the first thing you hear is panting. She's lying in her bed, her dress up around her, tossing and turning as her claws knock and scrape against the sopping wet plate between her legs. The golden fortress on her hips is unmoving, uncaring, and hot. She pushes her face into her pillow, her moans of frustration covering the gentle creaking of the untarnished layers of steel under her claws as her legs kick at the matress and she furiously shakes and pounds at the lock.

>The shoggoth approves of your plan. She agrees with your thinking. But is that good?

>You lift her into your lap. "A-Anon!" She yelps, looking up at you. "I-I can explain, I was, I-"

>"Shhhh." You whisper. "Don't say another word."

>You pull her into a kiss. It's gentle, at first, but quickly becomes furious, and passionate. She starts grinding against you, dry humping you gently as she pushes you down underneath her. "Anon." She whispers, her brow against yours, her body burning up next to yours. "I want you. Unlock it. Please."

>Wordlessly, you begin to massage her, rubbing and stroking at her thighs and tail. "I'll think about it, Saphira." you whisper, as she gasps and shudders beneath your careful hands. "I'll think about it."

DAY 7

>The plan starts when you get to her house. You are sitting on the bed again, Saphira next to you. You ask her if she'll obey your instructions for a little while. Without any coaxing, she agrees.

>The shoggoth has already prepared the bed. She is somewhere in the room, watching, monitoring. Keeping a very close eye on things.

>You have Saphira strip. Gently, you lie her down on the bed, propping her up with two pillows. At the top, you chain her two hands - at the bottom, you chain her ankles. There is just enough slack. And everything has been reinforced.

>"A-Anon?" She asks, shaking the chains a little.

>"It's time for your reward, Saphira." You whisper. She beams at you.

>"Really? You're going to let me cum?"

>"I'm going to remove the belt." You tell her, taking the key from around your neck. "It looks complicated. You'll have to talk me through it…"

>"Alright." She mutters. "Just get on with it."

>You carefully insert the key into the lock and turn it. It takes some force, but eventually a loud click fills the room. The lock assembly comes away from the front of the belt, exposing what look like hooks and gears. Saphira's breathing quickens.

>You hold the belt by the waistband and give it a tug. It doesn't move.

>"You need to r-rotate the outer waistband until it opens at the front." Saphira stammers. "Then, um… yeah, that. Twist it until it all jumps apart."

>CLICK.

>The belt is open. A thick, womanly scent fills the air as Saphira gasps, feeling the cold against her crotch for the first time in ten days. Immediately, her claws move towards it; until, of course, the chain stops them.

>"Not today," You whisper.

>>367010

>Beside her you set down the box the shoggoth had given you. The first thing you remove from the box is a pair of gloves.

>Experimentally, you wiggle your fingers. It's a latex surgical glove, with one small difference - each of your fingertips is now adorned by an enchanted feather.

>Your hand moves to her thighs. As she tests her bonds, tugging, prying, and then straining at them, you begin to stroke her body, very gently.

>"Anon!" She screaches. "W-What are you d-doing? Stop it! Hurry up and make me cum!"

>You ignore her. There's no rush, after all - and you want to make sure her whole body gets the attention it deserves.

>Gently, you tickle and caress your way down her thighs, ignoring her panting, struggling and yelping as you work your way closer and closer to her dripping pussy. As you reach it, her breathing quickens. She stiffens up, her body tensing up gently as you find each and every vunerable spot under her skin - all except the one she desperately needs you to touch. Then, all at once, you stop. Both of you stop.

>"Saphira," You say gently. "Nobody said you were going to cum today."

>"Wha, Wh-Ha… What are you doing, Anon? Ah!"

>The second thing you remove from the box is a small brush. "You've been very naughty recently, Saphira." You tell her. She stammers for a moment, watching the hand that holds the brush very carefully as it begins to move up and down her chest. "You've been pulling and prying at your belt. You keep asking me to reconsider. Did we not have an agreement?"

>"Yes, but… I just want to feel it," She pants. "Please."

>"You will." You tell her. "I'm going to be very nice to you. I'm going to comprimise."

>"A-Anon, thank y-"

>"I'll edge you almost to orgasm…" You whisper, "And if you can get there, you can cum. I'll stop whenever you want. But when I stop, the belt goes back on. Deal?"

>"F-Fine. Deal." She snaps, giving you a determined look. "You think you're so clever. I'll show you the power of the dragon race, A-Anon." She shudders as you dust her chest with the brush, lazily moving it up and down. "I'll make sure you don't- Ahnn!"

>"Are you sure?" You whisper, lingering on her breast. "Because if I were to–" - Without warning, you touch the brush to her pussy. She yelps, rattling the chains hard as you run it up and down a little, before taking the brush away, leaving her gasping as, for a breif moment, a string of misture keeps her body and the brush connected. You feel her pulse. You're amazed at how close that actually took her. "You're incredibly sensitive." You whisper.

>Saphira says nothing. She scowls at you, refusing to make a sound. Trying to throw you off. It doesn't work.

>>367014

>The brush traces over her chest and back, lingering upon her neck, her shoulders, and each of her ribs. It traces over her body, and with each soft, lengthened stroke, her composure becomes harder to maintain. Beneath these long, endurant strokes, and the short, sudden, jabs of ticklish silk on her weakest points, Saphira’s strong body and mind begin to crack – her athletic form shrinking and sweating under the teasing and taunting of the brushes. Minutes pass, and you shows no sign of stopping. Instead, your “probing” becomes more invasive, moving slowly towards her stiffening nipples as she writhes uncontrollably. “Please, Saphira.” You whisper, a malicious smile dominating your face for the moment it takes you to register Saphira’s tightly shut eyes opening up again. "I can’t very well edge you if you keep moving. It will only take perhaps a little longer. Perhaps… a lot longer, if you cannot control yourself. You told me you were a powerful dragon." You carefully lift her hips onto your lap, facing her away from you as you continue to probe her resolve - "Is that not the case?"

>"D-Don't insult me-"

>"I'm not insulting you, Saphira. I'm trying to get you to be honest with me. Tell me why you picked me." You urge. "Tell me why you like this. Tell me what you enjoy doing in your free time. Let me in on something. You can't just solve everything by acting tough and expecting everyone to work it out for themselves."

>"Shuddup." She snaps. "You might have me ch-chained down, but you're not going to get me to yield that, th-that easily." She gasps. "S-Stop. Move back. Please move back! Don't stop. No. Yes. YES!"

>The brush has moved back between her legs, and now it's going to stay there. As Saphira writhes and whimpers, you gently tickle the different parts of her labia and her clitoris curious and surgical precision, slowing down when her heartbeat quickens, speeding up when she seems to calm down. You stroke, tickle and touch her rosebud as if it is your sole purpose, the two of you locked in a desperate struggle in which neither one will yield – Saphira's resolve weakens more and more, rattling and straining harder and harder at the chains that hold her in place as she realises she can do nothing but watch and slowly become more and more frustrated as what started as a whisper slowly turns into a desperate scream. An hour has passed.

>"It hurts now, doesn't it?" You ask her. She pants and wriggles in your lap, her face a mask of predatory lust and nothing more as she violently struggles against the restraints. "If it hurts, we can stop." You tell her gently.

>"N-No-Not a cha… Chance…"

>"Oh, my. It must be so… frustrating? Is that the right word? Look at you. I can get you so close, like this…"

>"HhhAAAhhh!"

>"Look at it drip." You whisper. "Do you think we're nearly there? We're going to need a bigger towel."

>"P-please… please!"

>"And yet… there’s nothing you can do if I just… stop…"

>"P-please. Let me ouAHHHHH!"

>"Is this the power of the draconic race?" You say to her. "You appear to be drooling. And was that… a moan? That's not very- Oh, dear. Your little bud is so upset that it doesn’t get to come that it appears to be throwing a fit and crying."

>"Please let me come, Anon." She hisses, clawing at her chains.

>"While we're in bed," You reply, "Call me master."

>She gives you puppy eyes for a moment. "Please let me come, master." She whimpers.

>"Louder."

>"PLEASE LET ME COME, MASTER!"

>"No." You say, giving her ass a little slap. "You have another week left to go. How are you still not getting this?"

>You're starting to realise you're a bit of a sadist.

>>367016

>"Please stop." Saphira says gently. "I give up. You win."

>You drop the brush, and quietly begin to put the belt back. You're not sure if this plan of yours has worked, until she speaks again.

>"A-Anon," She whispers, finally. "Do you really want to know why I chose you?"

>You lie down with her, gently hugging her from behind. "Why, Saphira?" You ask her.

>"You named me." She whispered. "You were the first person to call me 'The Princess'. You were the first person to ever make fun of me. I've gone through life thinking that I've got this, this suit of armour around me that protects me from consequences and other people. Everyone was always afraid of me, so I just, just changed to adapt to that. But you… didn't care. And I watched you do that for years, and I realised you're like that with everyone. I can toss you into a wall and you just run back and do the same shit again. You're an social misfit, anon. You're retarded."

>"Laying it on a bit thick there-" You quickly try to cut in, but she doesn't stop.

>"Do you look at the school's league tables, Anon?" She asks. "I do. And I try so hard, and put so much work in, and I always come second. To you. You are the one person that can touch me. You're the one person that makes me feel like a person. You don't have any scales, or wings, but you're like me. You're a dragon." Her eyes well up with tears. "You're a better dragon." She whispers.

>"That's not true. That's not true!" You yell, cupping her face with your hands. You reach up and release her restraints. "Come on. Listen to me."

>"Listen to you?" She asks, wrapping an arm around you. "I've only just b-begun to figure y-y-you out. I don't know if I can take much more of this."

>"Really?" You ask.

>"YES, ANON." She half screams. "Really!"

>"Here's the key, then." You say.

>She stares at you for a second as you hold out the golden key in front of her. Then, she grabs it from your hand. "AHA!" She yells. "I WIN. I WIN, ANON! I WIN, ANKH! I WIN-"

>"You do." You tell her. "You win. I don't want to keep you in a lifestyle you can't stand. If you don't want this, then you can take that thing off now and we can go our seperate ways."

>She stares at you. "Wh-What? But, anon… If I'm taking it off, we're enjoying what's inside together."

>"Only if you can wait one more week." You reply, pulling something else from your pocket. "And if you can," You say, showing her the golden engagement ring, "I'll trade you."

>"Where did you get that?" She demands.

>"Your dad, and my dad… they're friends. He comes over to my house. He was there the night you dropped me off and took the suit back. He wanted to know why he'd just heard his daughter in the hall. I told him everything, Saphira." You whisper. "And he told me I had a grip, a grip he'd never been able to get, on a lonely little girl he thought was long gone. And he told me never to let go, Saphira."

>"This cost all the money I've set aside, but I don't care. My life was like a grey vortex. Same old shit, every day. You coloured it in, Saphira. You turned it gold. So what comes first? Love, or need?"

>You look into her eyes. Those round, puppy dog eyes. They always did look strange on a dragon.

>"Will you marry me?" You ask.

>There's a pause. Then, without warning, she backhands you.

>"I hate you!" She screams, as the room flips over itself. "I hate you. I hate you so much." She jumps on you forces the key over your head, and snatches the ring. "So much, Anon." She whispers, pushing her face into the pillow. "You ruined everything. I had… I had something. I can't even remember what my plan was, though, Anon, because that's how much you've RUINED IT!"

>"There there," You tell her. "There's always next week."

>>367019

>bully, teasing and marriage

My heart boner is erect.

>>367019

Wait. Am I completely retarded or did you change that last part after he undoes her restraints?

>>367024

>>367025

Yes, I changed it. I had a better idea. It's not quite over yet.

>>367030

Ah good thought I was going insane there for a second.

Couple errors.

>>367007

>because I from what I'm seeing

>marrying in exceptional men

>>367014

>string of misture

>>367016

>endurant strokes

Hate-means-love moments are cute.

>>367033

Thanks, I'll get rid of them in the pastebin/tft version.

>>367019

>Saphira probably could have waited that extra week. You couldn't, however.

>News has spread around that you're engaged. People you don't know are patting you on the back. It's great. Ankh and Jessie have really hit it off as well.

>Saphira's decided to take some time out. Perhaps she's got a lot on her mind. She certainly had a lot to say to her father, and your parents. It gave you a warm feeling to watch them. Shoggy's teasing about what she'd seen you two doing, of course, brought the normal Saphira back very quickly, and you'd decided to walk home. That was three days ago.

>It's time to pay her a visit. You've never had to walk before, but there's a first time for everything, and you think you have a pretty good idea where the mansion is. This illusion, of course, is shattered by the time you arrive on Saphira's doorstep, freezing and exhausted.

>Someone you've never seen before opens the door. It's a dragon. A taller one. She looks down at you for a moment.

>"Anon?" She said. "Is that your name?"

>"Y-Yes, ma'am. I've come to see Saphira. She's not been coming to school-"

>"She's not been coming generally." The dragon laughs at her own joke. "I took a look at your test scores. Tell me, what college are you thinking of applying for?"

>"Whichever one she does." You shrug.

>"Pragmatic. I like you. Tell me, have you ever suffered a pelvic injury before?"

>"Pelvic- why?" You ask, nervously.

>"I'm just checking if you know the process, dear." She said. "We both know what's going to happen when that belt comes off. And it does need to come off. I have my own key for it, but I'm afraid I'll be keeping that for myself, and myself out of her way. Consider that your punishment."

>You gulp.

>You meet the shoggoth on your way up. You try to sneak by, but she immediately turns around.

>"You have something dangerous, Anon." She snaps. "Show it to me."

>You wordlessly show her the manticore spine you'd bought. She raises her eyebrows, then nods. "False alarm." She says to herself.

>She's turning a blind eye. Good. You are damn well going to need that spine.

>You find Saphira asleep. Absently, her claw rubs at the dripping plate between her legs. God, she's beautiful. And she is only yours. No one else's. She gave herself to you.

>You've never seen her asleep before. But you've heard dragons are heavy sleepers. In your mind you can see her on top of a pile of treasure. Of course, the only treasure she'll actually be jumping on soon is the treasure in your pants.

>You should probably have done some nofap leading up to this, but your little adventures with her really leave you turned on. And the downside of keeping a beautiful girl in chastity is that you can't really do anything about that.

>The curtains are closed. Behind you, the door swings shut on its own, making a loud noise and plunging you into darkness. Now you really feel like you've entered the dragon's cave.

>"Hello?"

>You crouch down, holding your breath.

>"Anon I have dark vision I can see you."

>Mission failed

>>367037

>"S-Saphira." You say to her. "…Where are you?"

>"This way, Anon. How did you get lost already…?" You feel claws grab you and pull you into a hug. "Where've you been?"

>"Where've I been? Where've you been?" You demand. "I haven't seen you in days."

>"Oh, don't worry." She mutters quickly. "I needed to take some time. It's not like I've been tossing and turning and trying to shake an orgasm out of this thing. For three days. I was going to come find you tommorow. It's easier not having to see you." She reddens. "For my sex, I mean! I love you, Anon!" She reddens even more. "I mean, I… I like being around you but the teasing, I was going up the wall, Anon. I'm only starting to calm down. Five days. I can do it. I can wait that long… I can wait…" She starts to mutter to herself, her claws moving quite slowly over your body, then her own. She begins to pant. "Oh god, I'm thinking about it. I shouldn't have thought about it. Ah…nnnn!"

>You can, at this point, clearly tell she's going to have her chastity fetish for a very long time. But it's time. You didn't plan for it to be time, you didn't think this was going to be the time, but this IS time. You can feel it. She's desperate for you. "Anon…" She whispers. "If I beg you to unlock my chastity belt, are you going to start stroking and licking my body?"

>"W-"

>"Please unlock me!" She whimpers, pushing her body against yours. "Or… do something. I'm so sensitive all over, it feels like anything might be enough…"

>Wordlessly, you take her hands and lock them to the bed, like before. You lock her feet in position too. Carefully, you remove her belt, being careful not to let anything rub against her. Confused, she tugs against the chains. "Anon?" She whispers.

>"Shh." You whisper. You don't know why, but you want to edge her first. Make her think it's another tease. But you have no tools.

>Your mouth is dry. You gently press your tounge to its roof, trying to re-moisten your palette as you think of what to do next. That's when it occurs to you.

>You gently lower your face into her mound and begin to eat her out, oh so gently flicking at her clitoris with your tounge. The effect is electifiying. The dragon begins to struggle, harder than ever before. Once again, you wait her pulse to rise, then slow to a stop. And repeat. And repeat. She gasps and moans, but can't make her mouth form words as she twitches wildly, tugging at the chains and desperately trying to follow you out with her body when you withdraw. You run your hands up and down her tail, grabbing at her thighs and ass. You make sure she's climbing the walls with frustration before you put it inside.

>It doesn't go in easily. There's a little squeak of pain and confusion as her desperate mind tries to work out what's going on, and you realise you've drawn blood. Of course, you realise, as Saphira tries to hide her rapidly reddening face with her elbows. Meanwhile, you stab yourself with the manticore spine. "Anon!" She yelps, then. "You didn't need to-"

>"I'm going to stay right here," You declare, "Until you're satisfied, Saphira."

>"A-Anon. These chains-" She tries to say something, but it just ends with a moan as you thrust into her as hard as you can, faster and faster. Your bodies begin to move with one another as she grips the chains, gasping and moaning as you try your hardest to fill her. Finally, the two of you reach a desperate peak, each one desperately trying to hold onto the other. You orgasm, together, and Saphira lets out a scream that is probably heard all across the house as you fill her with your seed. Then, as you're recovering, something snaps. Just as suddenly, there's another snap. Then, you feel two claws grip you tightly enough to draw blood.

>"You thought if you railed me while I was chained up," Saphira whispered, in a husky voice you've never heard before, "That you'd be safe?"

>"S-Saphira?" You stammer.

>"My turn." She growls, slamming you into the matress and restraining your hands with hers. "And don't even think about- Ow!"

>Something is sticking out of her thigh.

>It's the manticore spine.

>>367043

F

>>367043

>Wordlessly, she begins to ride you. Hard. Her body moves faster than you've seen any woman move, pounding you repeatedly into the matress as her tight passage as its ribbed walls of dripping flesh rub you raw. It feels like your dick is on fire. You're in so much pain and so much extacy at the same time. You cum. She comes. Neither one of you stops - in fact, you just go faster. The two of you begin to move around, her tail wrapping tightly around you as you fondle every and rub every inch of one anothers' bodies, fighting for dominance.

>Saphira wins. She's far too strong for you to even begin to control. You desperately try to wrench yourself out from underneath her, to force her onto her back again, but she won't budge. Her wings wrap tightly around you, pining your arms. "Now I have you." She whispers, beginning to pound you again. Harder and harder. It's beginning to hurt more and more all over your hips, but you don't give up. This is your problem. You kept her locked. Now you have to handle this.

>It's only when you notice you can't feel or move your left leg that you start realise your pelvis might have broken at some point. Not that that thought, or any other signal your brain is trying to sends you, lasts long against the hurricaine that is Saphira. You're still hard. But your mind has weakened. You can't handle this. A dragon can, but you can't. The amount of pleasure you're experiencing is not possible to commit to memory. You can only enjoy it while it lasts, and hope to god you remember at least something in the morning.

>>367045

>You wake up with a start. God, you're in so much pain. You wriggle your legs. Ok, ow. Don't do that. But they work. They weren't working before.

>"Don't," Saphira whispers from next to you. "Be more careful. It's all broken in there. Shoggy was nice enough to bite you. Your pelvis is made of jelly at the moment."

>"It hurts," You whimper.

>"Well I'm very fucking sorry," She growls. "But I was very hungry."

>You turn towards her - "How are-"

>She's wearing the chastity belt. Tightened to full, and, for a change, completely dry.

>"Please remember to feed me properly in the future." She whispers in your ear, prodding the spot on your chest where the key rests. "I don't want to do that to you again."

>"Don't worry," You assure her. "I won't."

>She giggles. "See what I mean about you?" She says softly. "You just don't learn."

>"And I don't plan on it." In all honestly, you plan on letting her out at least once every two nights. At least until you're sure it's safe.

>Saphira nudges you. "I wanted to talk to you." She says softly. "About our, um. Our wedding. Actually, now that you're as good as a member of the family, maybe you can help me and mother with something? There's an aquisition happening today, very big company– Anon, are you listening?"

>"Saphira." You sigh. "I am in a lot of pain."

>"I'll get shoggy." She mutters.

END

>>367047

I’m sad it’s over. Can we have a denouement?

>>367057

Ah, I'm sorry. I'm not that great at endings. But here's a little continuation that should hopefully tie up some loose threads from before.

>Your jelly-pelvis isn't that great to walk on. You find you have to walk gently for a while, or the constant dipping of your torso between your legs makes you feel sick; and you need a lot of painkillers. Saphira says it's like a cast that goes inside you, sewing your pelvic fragments back together while serving the purpose of the original bone. Mamono medicine is a miracle, let's be honest.

>The end of year festival comes and goes, and you're there - barely. You watch other people dance while the four of you - Ankh, Jessie, Saphira and yourself - nest in the corner. You still have a year left of high school to do. Nobody offers to let you skip, and you don't ask. Saphira is waiting for you. Someone like her has no end of things to do for a year.

>It's worth it just for the running commentary from those two, honestly. They're not officially together, but since that day you and Saphira accidentally ran them into one another, they've played well off one another for quite some time.

>Ankh's family going to be in Paris for a while - there's an architecture job going that her father just had to take. And she's decided to take Jessie with her. They'll be back after the summer, but it's going to be tough to get by without them. That would be, were it not for Saphira.

>You're over at hers, or she's over at yours, more often than not. For a few weeks, you're inseperable. The two of you just connect. You're her muse, she's your maid. You keep one another in line. You keep one another occupied.

>You're at home. Alone. Saphira has gone with her mother to the board meeting for that magitech company. Apparently, they're considering opening up a department just for all the adult sex toys the incredibly rich clientelle are ordering. It's something Saphira and her mother are pretty devided on. Which leaves you either shifting around, flustered, next to Saphira, while she argues with, let's be honest, other dragons - or at home, finally getting some damn peace.

>Saphira's key is still with you. You suppose it'll be with you for a long time. You go to get a drink, shifting yourself awkwardly down the stairs. Just then, the door opens, and in come two men - your father, and Saphira's.

>"Anon!" Saphira's father beams. "Nice to see you again."

>He really is the same size as you are. You remember the first time you realised it. You remember the first time you realised that the man you had taken to calling "Set-upon Barry" was Saphira's father. He'd come over a lot, generally to talk shop with your dad, but almost always also to talk about his life at home - a home he shared with multiple overbearing dragons.

>"Anon." Your father nods. "How's the old biking injury?"

>You shake your head and snort. That's an old joke from Saphira's father. He'd come in with jelly pelvis, the same as you, and he'd always call it a "biking injury". Your dad tends to just shake his head, and bemoan that he never really gets time to get these "biking injuries". It's not like Saphira's family businesses exclusively pays your salary - your father is a consultant. He just very much prefers their way of doing things.

>"You want something stronger than those painkillers, Anon?" Barry asks you. You still think of him as Barry. Saphira calls him "father". Is this what it's like to straddle two worlds? Oh, well. Two worlds aren't the only thing you get to straddle.

>"What's going?" You ask. He shows you. Isle of Harris Gin. These things go for sixty a bottle, and that's not even including how far you have to go to find one. "Sold." You say.

>They pour you a glass, then two for themselves.

>"So-" Saphira's father says, but your phone interrupts him. It rings, and you see it's Saphira. You flip it open.

>>367077

>"Saphie?" You say.

>"Anon." She answers. "Hi, I… I was wondering about something. It looks like things are going through here, but I've been thinking and I was wondering, once we're back together– Would you be up for a little, um…"

>You hear a fist knock against metal twice. Immediately, you roll your eyes. "Where are you?" You ask. "You'd better be in a bathroom."

>"I am!" She assures you. "I am."

>"You've taken off your dress?" You ask. "Couldn't take the need, huh? Had to-"

>"S-Shut up! Look, Shoggy says you're fully functional so I'm coming down there to have some special time with you tonight whether you and your dad like it or not! You said you'd do this! It's been THREE days, Anon! And you know, I'm a patient woman-"

>"Reeeal patient." You smirk. "Okay, Saphira. I'll be waiting. My place."

>"Um, I'm not going to be able to get the car to yours until-"

>"My place." You repeat. "And you're going to be gentle as well. The most important part of my body has the texture and vitality of an air mattress."

>"F-Fine, idiot." She growls. "I'll be over as soon as I can. I might be a bit late."

>You say your goodbyes and put the phone away. Barry smirks. "So, as I was saying - aren't you glad you didn't keep her in for the full 15 days?"

>Your father bursts out laughing. You just shake your head.

>You're alone in your room when she arrives. "Anon?" She asks. "Are you asleep? I brought some of those video games you're always making fun of. Look, this thing plugs into your TV. You'll love it."

>She's wearing the maid outfit. Oh, goodness, you always forget how good it looks.

>"Hey." You sigh, as she smiles and comes to sit with you. You don't grope at her for the moment. You just hug her, and take in her scent. She has a very particular scent, like strawberries on a rainy day. You love it. You just love all of her, so much.

>"How did it go?" You ask, wrapping your arms around her and lifting your face breifly from hers. "Was it ok? What did they think of… us?"

>"I didn't end up telling them." She replied. "Not directly. I might have brought up a client that ordered some guided dwarven steel handcuffs, though. Isn't it just a highly unnessecary thing to do, getting bespoke handcuffs made because nobody else can make them strong enough? Imagine all the powerful mamono that are missing out on relationships like this. Imagine how much a bit of mass production and less of that gold plating nonsense could lower the price!"

>"I'm positive that this is not the hole in their lives to them that it is to you." You assure her.

>"Whatever." She stammers. "It's worth dealing with it. All of it. It's all enough if I get to come back home to you, Anon."

>>367080

>She cups your cheek, her nervous excitement a reminder of the the true nature of your relationship. Today, you will only tease her a little.

>But as soon as you get better, you have a proposal for Saphira. You have a few proposals. And all of them involve her not cumming for quite a while.

>"I'm tired, Saphira." You say quietly, running your hand up and down her thigh. "I feel like I've lived two weeks in a day."

>"That'll pass with time." She assures you, as you gently ease off her belt. "If it makes you feel any better, Ankh and Jessie hit things off even faster, and that was WITHOUT some kinky fetish keeping the two of them from walking away."

>You chuckle, and kiss her. "Are you ready for me to slay you, dragon?" You whisper.

>"Silly Anon. You'll never be able to best me." She replies. "Not today, not tommorow, not in a thousand years, monkey boy."

>"Oh, Saphira." You retort, touching a brush to her thigh. "Look at the cuffs on your wrists. I already have."

>Not for the last time, she yelps, first tugging, then scooting as fast as she can away from the brush. You just drag her back. "Here's to a long relationship." You murmur to her, touching it to the spot between her legs. She lets out a moan. It's music to your ears.

THE END.

Thanks to everyone that read this and commented on it.

>>367084

I don't think the extended ending was really necessary. The original ending could have been more poignant, but it sufficiently wrapped things up.

My advice for writing endings is, like for beginnings, use thematically relevant statements or events. This story is about edging, so a good conclusion could involve promises of postponed sexual activity. I'd adapt the original ending by having Saphira bring up plans for their wedding night, perhaps drawing parallels between a new set of cuffs and wedding rings, and having Anon tease her about needing to wait now that his pelvis is shattered.

I know pelvis crushing is a big meme but why the fuck would you want to be with someone who regularly inflicts a possibly fatal injury on you and gives more fucks about their own pleasure than your health?

>"It hurts," You whimper.

>"Well I'm very fucking sorry," She growls. "But I was very hungry."

>"Please remember to feed me properly in the future." She whispers in your ear, prodding the spot on your chest where the key rests. "I don't want to do that to you again."

As I said yes it's a meme and all that but that's just classic abuser behavior. As a meme it can be really funny but in a serious story crushed pelvises always take me out of it a little. Yes manamo are exceptionally horny and experience extreme pleasure but since they only mate with one dude you'd think they'd at least try not to immediately murder or maim him.

>>367109

In this universe it's actually a very common injury. Also, I wanted there to be some kind of, if not major, punishment for anon after he tries to fly so close to the sun for his girlfriend's first time. Sapphira, I assure you, is very sorry.

I dunno. Chastity belts are too 3dpd for me. I like girls that are pure-hearted, handhold-less, kiss-less virgin maidens without being forced into it.

>>367205

Given that you don’t know how pastebins work it’s both.

>>367205

Whoops. Here's one: https://pastebin.com/c5Zmwimq

I haven't got a pastebin account at the moment because I don't tend to write. If I write more, I'll attach things to that account.

Note that the story has been edited in places based off of thread feedback.

>>367208

What exactly am I missing with regards to how pastebins work, anon?

Sorry for my newness, I spend most of my time on other boards, still assimilating.

>>367211

Cool!

It was an awesome story; truly, /monster/ is the last bastion of romance.

>>367211

It was a good ride, anon. You should keep writing stories

>>347113

>>380368

May the lot of you unironic faggots and niggers go to hell

>>347758

>having a maid

Clean your room

>>382183

>Deny your maid her life's calling

Is that a kind of chastity play? Forcing your meido to laze around on the couch while you clean the house?

>>382227

Only if you tie her up and make her watch.

>>382227

>>382297

>one night your kikimora waifu confides in you that she has a fetish for chastity

>this presents a bit of a dilemma

>on the one hand, you want to support your waifu's kinks

>on the other hand, you want to put a bun in her oven, and it's hard to do that if it's chained shut

>then suddenly you get an idea

>one day you throw a massive house party

>the next morning the house is an absolute disaster

>beer cans and liquor bottles everywhere, stains on the carpet, furniture toppled

>you get the couch cleaned and prepared for your plan

>and then you bring in your kiki

>you gently lay her down, still sleeping, on the couch

>and then you tie her up

>nothing overly complicated, just a simple wrist and ankle bind so she can't get up

>or, more to the point, so she can't operate a vacuum

>she stirs awake after a few minutes of cleaning

>you tell her the house is absolutely fucking trashed

>she visibly prepares herself for the day of cleaning she's about to experience

>and then you tell her to just relax, you'll handle everything

>she looks at you like you've got lobstergirls crawling out of your ears

>you step away and start the vacuum, and she tries to follow you

>only to realize she's stuck

>the gobsmacked face she makes when she realizes her predicament is a thing of legend

>you make sure to do everything the way she prefers it done

>that way the only thing she can do is watch you do her job

>about fifteen minutes in she finally makes the connection

>you can tell because she turns bright fucking red

>now you go out of your way to tease her

>you place the cleaning supplies you aren't using just out of her reach

>when nature calls, you lean the vacuum against her, still plugged in

>when you return, you find her trying desperately to turn it on with her feet

>she starts begging when you take it away

>her pleas fall on deaf ears

>after three hours the house is spotless from top to bottom

>you untie your kiki and she bolts off the couch looking for something you missed

>she ends up standing in the bedroom with nothing to clean, shuddering with need

>you embrace her from behind and tell her that there's nothing at all for her to do

>except for make another mess, of course

>the two of you spend the rest of the day trashing the bedroom

>you let her clean the room the next day

>you're not a sadist after all

>years later, you have to explain to your daughter why mommy turns red when she sees you cleaning up

>still totally worth it

>>382300

very nice

>>382300

All the fun of teasing your waifu, and all the babymaking love at the same time. The best of both worlds.

Truly, Kikimoras are the greatest of waifus.

>>367084

Fucking excellent