After returning from a fun-filled trip to MFF, I found myself inspired to doodle up a little gift for my dearest Sabre who was not able to attend. Sabre; love you so much and I hope you like it!

Honestly I was a lot happier with the sketch than the finished result, Zael's body for one thing looks particularly wonky, heh (probably from a lack of air), and the wings just seem...wrong. But there's no improving without practice so here's another go! (To be fair, I only spent 2 days or so, and I am beginning to realize that to get a professional looking result, a much bigger time commitment in the coloring and processing stage is required, but ah well, what can you do >.<)

Zaelgolin had promised him a fun evening. It had been the sort of week that made each passing day seem the duration of a month, and by the time that year-long work week had finally come to a close, Sabre found himself without a mote of strength to call his own. Blearily, he flew low over the darkened landscape, a heavy load flung upon his back, soaring away from the lurid lights of the bustling city and toward the small town where his partner resided. While the guarantee of a private evening shared with his mate brightened his spirits, already he felt his wings beginning to droop under the weight of his load, but at last, the end of the commute was in sight.

Landing at the entrance, Sabre, slid the heavy load from his back, folding his wings and stretching, as he afforded a light rap on the heavy maple door. Perhaps his weary mind had gotten the better of him, but it seemed not an instant before the port was flung suddenly ajar, revealing the tall dragon within, his charcoal and lilac scales glimmering from the light of a fire roaring somewhere inside. At once, his eyes brightened, as they always did at his presence.
“Sabre,” he growled softly, flinging himself at the dragon, his arms secured around his midsection, pulling him into a tight embrace. The warmth of his partner’s body cascading over him, Sabre felt himself beginning to relax, the tribulations of the week already seeming more distant, the cares of the world outside melting away. Closing his eyes, he laid his head on the dragon’s chest, returning the embrace and growling softly, almost purring.
“Please, come in,” Zaelgolin said, beaming as they broke apart.
“Thank you, it has been such a long week,” Sabre said softly, nodding as he stepped inside, a curtain of warmth greeting his every scale.
Turning, Zaelgolin smiled as his gaze dropped to the forgotten load at the door. “Mm, I see you brought some things,” he chuckled, “I take it it was not so long to enjoy a bit of play then?”
Sabre found himself blushing, as he always seemed to at the mention of his gear. “Of course not, if anything, I would give anything not to move or even think,” he said grinning, “I guess that makes me yours tonight.”

The pair sat in the warm, welcome glow of his lair for hours. Sharing first a meal, then a drink, and then a quiet cuddle, strewn across his bed, the sensations and emotions of their week apart came tumbling forth unimpeded, every care and trouble seeming somehow less significant than before. Candles burning low in their holders, Sabre laid his head on his partner’s chest, listening to the sound of his breathing as those firm claws moved up and down his back and rump, a low, happy rumble escaping his lips.
“Well my friend,” he said finally, gazing to the clock, “I do believe it is time that we got you into some of that gear of yours.”
Blushing instinctively, Sabre looked up and nodded wordlessly. Easing reluctantly upright, the pair stretched, a powerful anticipation growing in their hearts. Flinging his guest’s pack upon his back, Zaelgolin led his partner hand-in-hand through his chambers, down a long, narrow flight of stairs, down to the unfinished dungeon below. The chamber had been prepared, a roaring fire burning in the central brazier, casting a looming glint across the unfinished lumbar and insulation of his basement. Tracing the wall through the chamber, Zaelgolin led his partner with a knowing smile toward the far end of the room, beyond the racks of toys, and suits, and fetish equipment, to an open space, empty, except for a tall steel pole.

Flinging the pack to the ground, Zael looked from his partner to the pack as he pulled back the zipper, revealing an impressive assortment of equipment.
“My, how did your wings even support this load,” he teased, piecing through the collars, and straps and buckles and gags and ropes and ties and tape.
“Well you know me,” Sabre responded, blushing, “I managed.”
Straightening, Zaelgolin moved toward his partner with a large, jingling knot of leather and buckles clutched in his hand: a body harness.
“In that case, I think it’s time we tried something you’ve wanted for a while,” he said, laying the cool steel rings against the dragon’s scales and glancing to the pole. “You won’t be moving much when I’m through with you.”
Blushing madly, a rush of excitement filling his heart, Sabre shifted his limbs, allowing his partner to slide the straps and buckles over him, inhaling sharply as each one cinched tightly into place.
“I’ve always said you look good in a harness,” he said, winking as he returned to the bag of gear, seizing a paw-full of straps that flicked and struggled like a den of snakes in his hand. Taking a step backward, Sabre was surprised to see the determination and furor with which is partner worked – a collar pulled tightly around his neck, cuffs secured around his ankles and tail, shackles against his horns.
“Looks like you’re finally getting the hang of all this,” he teased, struggling softly in the grip of the tightening restraints, a powerful arousal growing deep within him.
“I have to admit that practice makes perfect,” Zaelgolin retorted, picking up the pair of leather mitts and locking them in place around his partner’s hands. “But there is something about tying you up, seeing you powerless to resist…I’m beginning to like it.”
Shifting uneasily, his partner’s words like a thrill of its own as the mitts cinched tightly around his hands, sealing them in place. Drawing in deep breaths, his heart fluttering, his excitement mounting, he gasped happily as Zael pushed him firmly toward the pole, pressing his arms back, over his head and quickly tying them in place. Struggling in vain, his heart quickening, Sabre hissed softly at his partner, gasping as he watched him approach with the muzzle.
“Well now, that’s enough of that,” he said firmly, forcing the bind over his jaw, pulling back the buckle and silencing him at once. Whimpering softly Sabre felt his excitement only grow stronger as his partner knelt to tie his harness, his ankles and his tail firmly to the pole.
Backing up, the dark dragon surveyed his immobilized mate excitedly. Arching his back, he neared once more, hissing softly as he ran his hands in one smooth motion from armpit to groin, earning a powerful shudder from the azure dragon.
“And now,” he said, smiling, his hands moving down Sabre’s sides, up his spine and down his rump. “I think, it’s time you got a bit more than you bargained for,” he said, smiling. Slinking back and striding away toward his shelves of equipment, he rummaged about in the darkness for a time. Shifting uneasily against his tight restraints, Sabre felt a rush of exhilaration as the anticipation built.
Returning, the dragon sat a small foot pump at his feet, a long hose attached with a peculiar-shaped nozzle on its end.
“This,” he said, kneeling beside his partner to gently stroke his thighs, running the nozzle from his groin to his belly, “is a very special pump. You have seen me inflate before, but with this little wonder, you’ll be able to join in the fun.”
Sabre felt nervous. He had never experienced such a thing before, and while it had indeed been fun to blow up his partner from time to time, the reverse effect was achieved by other means. Eyeing the nozzle suspiciously, he struggled weakly as the dark dragon pushed the nozzle softly against his belly.
“Don’t worry, it’s reversible…if I decide to,” he said smiling, pressing the nozzle firmly against his belly button. “And it won’t hurt a bit.” With a silenced gasp, the nozzle slid into position: impossibly protruding from his belly. Taking a moment to breathe, Sabre looked at his partner, shaking his head and moaning softly in a way that said ‘no’ but meant ‘yes’.
Smiling, Zaelgolin lifted his foot and brought down the foot pump with a soft hiss. Immediately a rush of pleasure blossomed from the place where the hose had connected, flooding him with a strange but wonderful sensation. A second pump, hiss…a second rush, more powerful than the first. Then a third, a fourth, more…hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss… Shifting, struggling, arching his back, his body flooded with delight, he let the soft music take him away as his partner worked, pumping on and on, filling his body with pressure, the tightness inside him growing.
After a few moments, Sabre opened his eyes, hissing softly to see his body expanding before him. Looking worriedly to his partner, he struggled gently as each hiss of air flooded him with a stronger and stronger sensation, the pressure becoming more and more intense.
“That’s it,” Zaelgolin said, smiling mischievously, “relax, and enjoy the sensation. Feel the pressure getting stronger with every pump. Soon you will be big enough for me to take you, but for now we have a long ways to go yet. Don’t try to fight it, you’re not going anywhere…”
Throwing his head back, Sabre growled softly, a long low, happy sound that reverberated throughout the chamber. It was going to be a long night.