He hasn't to get up early

Vilmir had had a good night's sleep, but it would have been better if he had woken up earlier this time... Yawning, he tried to roll over on his side, but his tightly chained paws in anti-magic handcuffs prevented him from doing so. "That reminds me of something..." he growled, rolling his eyes. “And someone...” Familiar dragoness with white fur and black mane - Zeraya was her name - sat on the edge of the bed, stroking blue dragon's thigh and smiling affectionately. “What do you want…” Vilmir jerked up as he could on the hard bed. It stood somewhere far away in the forest, on the shore of a lake, in a wild and desolate place, where you could only drag a bed with a combination of magic and cunning. “Why not get some peace of mind?" Zeraya said to the male, smiling cheerfully at his bewilderment. "Just ask me, and I'll do everything I can to make you stop worrying." “What do you mean by that?".. Vilmir anxiously gulped, pressing his head into his shoulders. How cute he looked to Zeraya now, stretched out on the bed as if waiting for a female's attention, aroused… And yet full of fear. What an alluring combination of lust and terror he now imagined, graceful and timid, like an agile and graceful herbivore in the claws of a predator! “Do you love water, Vilmir?..” Zera dipped back foot into the pool, splashing quietly there with your fingers. “You…” Vilmir it was all I could say. Dragoness put her paw on the edge of the bed and gave it a little push. That was enough to make the bed of Vilmir slithered across the ground and slid into the water. "Relax! And take a deep breath!” shouted Zera before the dragon felt the bed sinking fast. The bottom of the forest pool was as unkempt, wild, and overgrown as a thicket on the surface. It had its own underwater seaweed forest, where the sun glinted brightly from the surface, and shades were cool and semi-dark. Only it wasn't the wind that stirred the seaweed, but the slow underwater currents that took over the body of the doomed dragon, which slightly raised himself, looking around. This place would have seemed so beautiful to him... if he hadn't been in such a terrible situation! No escape, just moving the toes of paws and flexing muscles uselessly, trying to break out of the shackles without much success. The bracelets encircled the limbs with soft leather pads, holding them in place with the same hard metal that chains and bed were made of. Shackles gave enough freedom to twitch, shake, flail and thrash, arch his bridge, wag his torso… But don’t float up, even change the pose from impressive stretching of the belly, the pose of a female ready for hot sex with a male who has mastered her! But on top — only water, wet and suffocating, affectionate and merciless. Vilmir started to get aroused by his position. Lying helpless at the bottom… No air... no fondle… Memory of a snow-white female who had only recently been bedridden in the same way only made the agony sharper, sweeter, and more unbearable. His cock pushed the scales tautly apart and poked out, just remembering her slender tummy and the virgin fluff beneath it. And her thin and affectionate, but strong paws with beautiful long sharp claws... Those memories made his chest feel so hot and tight, and stomach so tight… Vilmir gurgled in horror as he stared at his thighs, at the almost female-like grace of his hind legs and tail, which danced in convulsions, fingers curled up… In the next instant, he arched, spurting out a few bubbles. The bed didn't move much from the strong push, raising the dregs from the bottom, but that was all the dragon got. Shuddering, he closed his eyes and shook his head, letting the trapped air out of his mane. Slow, gradual death… To lie quietly on a comfortable bed, in shackles that even with powerful jerks only tightly pinched, sweetly straining the muscles… Streams of water wrapped around the whole body, gently shaking the shaft and mane, how it inflated and turned on, fried and suffocated! It was just hell, not to touch himself, not to breathe... Wings spread wide, stretched out, beat, flapped on the seaweed. The water haze swam before dragon’s eyes, water itself like tentacles wrapped around his body, penetrating into all available places, flowing between his fingers, skirting his sides and squeezing his tail. Water poked at his nostrils, eyes, ears, reminding him that one breath - and everything would be over… But the exhalations simply couldn't be contained! Bubbles rose more and more frequently from his wrinkled nostrils and strained mouth, and tickled his ears with a playful gurgle, shimmering in the underwater rays. With each exhalation, urge to take the next one grew stronger, fire in his chest with his ribs showing even through the scales tempted the dragon's will to give in... More and more growed the desire to take a breath, one breath... Just one! Vilmir clenched his teeth, clung to the bed with all his strength, fighting with himself and his burning lungs, trying to keep the feeling from bursting out and unable to do anything… Finally his mouth opened, his eyes rolled back, the penis and all the limbs trembled in a frenzy. The clockwork dance of death was mesmerizing with its combination of grace and randomness. His slim waist was even more defined because of his fully compressed tummy. But all Vilmir felt was the volcanic fire of asphyxiation and dissatisfaction, and he dreamed of Zeraya drowning in the same way, tossing her head, seething, clawing at the water, fussing, wagging her tail, hips, and pelvis… without a breath of fresh oxygen. With the last effort of his fading consciousness, Vilmir kept himself from taking a breath that could become a real drowning. The water was pressing insistently against his face like an inept but loving female, gently, lovingly, but concealing her desire to kill the dragon, strangle it, and make it her own for eternity. Vilmir's last exhale was stingy, just a few small bubbles, but the stream of semen that shot out into the water was thick and plentiful. Whether he had inhaled water or air afterwards, he could not remember.…