Death for nothing

Vilmir felt like he was floating in water as a fish. His hose was pumping oxygen from the cylinder into the mask, his fins were smoothly paddling the dragon towards the underwater base of the Iresar House, and the front paws, thin as a teenager's, were stroking the explosives. The maned dragon squinted slightly, imagining how the armored glass dome would burst, and the clean water would wash away all the sins of the shoddy corporation. Revenge would be sweet and pleasant. The only thing that worried the dragon was the transparent timer that hung almost in front of his eyes, telling him the time before he ran out of air. The enemy of the invaders and slaveholders had been bypassing the security system for too long, and there was literally no air left, but he tried to put it out of his head, not to look at the corner of the mask display. Now the main thing is not to run into the guards, or not to be seen from inside the complex. The blue scales masked in the water column, but only to a certain extent. Trying to keep his excitement down, the male began a careful but rapid descent, helping himself with his wings. Sudden movements brought him to the dome, but at the same time he still attracted unnecessary attention, and he did not pay attention to it... Already preparing to rub his paws, the blue dragon dropped to the base of the dome and placed a mine on it, leaving only the fuse for himself. Both Vilmir and the inhabitants of the base had only a minute to breathe - in that time, dragon was going to be on the surface and pull off his mask, which no longer gave air. But at that moment, his paws were stretched apart by themselves and firmly pressed against a barely visible spider-like net. The security system didn't kill him just because someone wanted to know what he wanted here. Panicked, frozen by the flickering of inexorable numbers, Vilmir almost pressed the fuse ahead of time. But suddenly it was taken away, and it was broken with a crunch. Seething with his last free breath, Vilmir turned around, eyes bulging with fear and ears pinching in shame at the failure. The dragon saw a furry female behind him, brown-gray, moth-like. She dived completely naked, without flippers, and only had a small tube clamped across her mouth. Vilmir twitched as the female approached him. Hovering right in front of the dragon, she winked at him unequivocally and took hold of the mask. The trapped man barely had time to take in air in his chest, as the predator disconnected it, releasing many bubbles that momentarily enveloped her muzzle. However, the flow was immediately interrupted, and the submariner herself saw the red backlight on the screen, annoyingly threw back the mask along with the fragments of the fuse. But that didn't make it any easier for Vilmir. He was twitching in an energy net, that was almost invisible but firmly holding, and beating his wings and twitching his paws in it, but to no avail. And the female, looking straight into his eyes with an unkind and depraved squint, sometimes looking down at tense cheeks and twitching ears, continued her fun, carefully and unhurriedly unfastening the balloon fastenings, like a human girl undressing her partner before sex. Vilmir expected her to finish the case of the net or drag him away for interrogation, but he couldn't imagine such a turn of events! And besides, he suddenly felt attracted to her body, as if someone from outside had influenced the male, pushing him towards the female... Without bothering to get rid of Vilmir's flippers, she put her paw lightly on his belly plates, slowly scratching them with her claws. She put her other hand into the dragon's white mane, ruffling it, kneading his ear affably. Vilmir couldn't get away from the web, but the female herself clung to him, gently hugged him, and suddenly, taking the tube in her paw, bit his throat - not until it bled, but firmly. Vilmir froze, feeling the excitement fill him from edge to edge, forcing the rod to move out of the hollow. He wished he could take the initiative now, but the helpless dragon could only endure humiliation from his opponent. Unlike Vilmir, she was well-ventilated, and in principle, females can hold their breath for a longer time than males. Therefore, the dragon was so sophisticated over humiliations that she gave her mouthpiece to the prisoner, who was able to squeeze his salvation, but not bring air to his mouth! And the libertine herself, licking her lips, ostentatiously sometimes allowing a small bubble to leave her mouth, lifted her hind legs and placed them next to the rod of the suffocating dragon, fingering. Vilmir was consumed by strange sensations. He was suspended in the water and could hardly move, he was next to the female, but could not take her, the desired air was so close... and there was no way to get it! He wasn't even able to focus on using the female's madness, his own madness consumed him faster, making him forget about everything except those fingers! These didn't even touch the rod, just pressed on the tail under it and scratched over it, under the stomach, while the front paws walked over the chest, waist and webbing at the sides. "Brbil!" the male twitched from suffocation mixed with a hot unrealized desire for sex, released a chain of bubbles. The female was already trembling slightly from the same thing. But this didn't stop her from continuing to play with the male, repeatedly bringing her palms closer to the cherished goal, but without touching Vilmir's dick. But her teeth clicked right in front of his nose, and her wings gently stroked the shoulders and sides of the male. It seemed that this crazy guard just liked to mock the fish caught in her net, which was only able to look pleadingly into her eyes or squint when her body began to beg for air. Oh, he doesn't have long to suffer... In the end, the female hugged the emaciated rod with her hind legs, and only after setting them aside again. Then she waved her tailbrush at his very tip. The dragon squeaked faintly behind the bubbles that escaped through the cheerful snarl of its mouth. The maniac picked up an artifact that had fallen out of the male's paw... And suddenly Vilmir felt free. Loosening her control over the net, the female made a mistake, and it became fatal for her! Vilmir lunged, not to save her, but to her, wrapping his wings around her to firmly press his opponent's front paws to her sides, and leaning on top, forcing her to sink to the bottom and be completely at his mercy. The triumph of this thought even pushed aside the thirst for air. But it strengthened her in the poor guard. She hummed, giving out her delicate singing timbre, twitched, bent, lost her bubbles... Vilmir quickly pulled up the straps from the scuba gear with his tail - devoid of tassels, but not manipulative - and quickly tied the female's hands with them, locking the wings in the lock. And then he froze, trembling, as the female's tail wrapped around his shaft. Even when she was captured, she was able to hold him! Vilmir almost howled as the ring of the tail slid back and forth across his cock, forcing the dragon to throw all his strength into restraining a scream of pleasure. But he couldn't hold back his wings - it was as if some force pulled them behind his back, and at the same time the female began to sink even lower, dragging Vilmir with her! Gently paddling with her trembling hind legs, she darted to the artifact and grabbed it with her teeth alone. But only silt got into the jaw, not air. The energy for oxygen generation is out... Vilmir, in turn, caught up with the fleeing victim, who naively released his tip, and now the wildly lashing tail wasn't a hindrance to him. With a triumphant gurgle, the male turned the prey over on its back, kicking up the mud from the bottom, and leaned on it, rushing to finish what he had started in the web. The agony of suffocation prevented him from acting smoothly. His penis poked near the slit for a long time before it could put pressure on the clitoris, inflating both drowned dragons - in the water and in his passion. Wilmir scuttled with his flippers, lifting both of them above the bottom, brought his muzzle closer to the female's, his mad eyes to hers, just as mad. The hard belly and the soft one touched, tails intertwined and pulled at each other, pulling at the crotch, where the two finally managed to connect. Vilmir didn't feel stuffy in his chest, he just clenched his teeth harder to keep himself from forgetting. Overcome by a senseless outburst of passion, he clung to the female, who didn't dare to resist, as if resigned to the fact that she was destined to die at the bottom a few strokes from her own home! The crazed dragons had forgotten about reality, they were attracted only by themselves. Vilmir began to row quickly and smoothly, in time with the movements of his pelvis, the rod compressed in a trembling cavity. Asphyxia mocked both maddragons to their heart's content, turning them on like nothing on the surface. The water seemed to warm up, the girl struggled, swallowing water... And she pulled the male off very hard, splashing hot and sticky under his stomach. The insane look was replaced by a languid and fading one. That's what drove Vilmir crazy. He poured out, releasing both the seed and the last bubbles.