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Mardak let the quietest of sighs slip into his bandanna as he crept forward. The jaguar's tail gave the barest of twitches as he kept low. Wasn't often that one got to sneak into a dragon's lair. He'd spent days observing the lair from a hide. Watching the dragon's habits, his comings and goings, and he was pretty sure he knew how everything should work. The creature didn't leave often its cave. When it did, how long it was gone for was impossible to tell how long it was going to be out. So he couldn't count on that.

No, better to sneak in. He could get in easily enough. Hell, he was already halfway into the lair. Ears straining against his hood to pick up the tiniest of scrapes and scratches. The jaguar slunk ever lower, bracing his fingers on the rough-hewn rock. Sharp eyes darting over the rock in search of traps. Dragon lairs were always tricky things. Magically and physically trapped. In a way they almost seemed a creature of their own. He'd heard tales of how the lair themselves would strike to defend the dragon. Warding off intruders and alerting the resident.

Granted, most of what he was going off of was stories and legend. Tales woven by bards and adventures. Spoken of in taverns and across campfires over drinks and food. In those cases people were either severely drunk or trying to get laid so he was certain that the tales were exaggerated.

Exaggerated or not, it was still best to proceed with caution. Such was his nature. Better to spend a couple hours infiltrating somewhere and not disturb anything. Right now, last thing he wanted was some very large creature with wings angry at him. No, he was going to get in there, get a handful or two of treasure, then get out. If he could find something that stood out, then that was even better. Easier to get laid if you had proof you'd been in a dragon's lair.

So onwards he crept. Eyes scanning the path ahead while he stayed as low as he could. Dark clothing and coloration making him look like just another patch of shadow.

Even as careful as he was, it wasn't long before he found himself rounding a corner and freezing. Only a lifetime of thieving keeping him from gasping in awe at what lay before him. Mound upon mound of treasure. Gold, jewels, platinum, statues, and more lay before him. It was impossible to tell if there were a rhyme or reason to the piles. All scattered about, most pressed to the walls of the cavern. Everything illuminated by magical torches that had been turned to the barest of flame. Their clear, magical light sparkling off the piles and heaps.

And there, in the midst of it all, lay the dragon. Locals told him the creature was called Gáe Derg. Scales as dark as the night sky seeming to soak up the light. Only the barest hint of a pale underbelly showing as the great creature dozed. His deep, rumbling snores washing over the thief with each breath. Mardak's own breath stilling as he looked over the creature. Waiting to see if the drake had noticed him.

Not so much as a twitch of that scaled hide.

Mardak felt his heart start to hammer as he slunk ever closer. The thrill of being this close to such a dangerous creature was almost reward in and of itself. His teeth tingled with excitement as he drew ever closer. This is what he was after. Sure, stealing things kept food on the table and let him indulge his desires. There was something else to it though. Knowing that he was creeping in under someone's nose was just delightful. Nobles and guards were fine, but none of them were a fucking dragon!

Licking his lips quietly, the jaguar slipped ever closer. Scanning the piles for anything that caught his eye. Every instinct keeping him from the dragon. An ear turned towards the creature as he made a slow circle of the chamber. Gold and jewels were wonderful. There was enough here to buy him a house, keep him fed for years, who knows what. Problem would be carrying it out.

As he was circling a pile, his foot caught on some loose coin. Every fur bristling as it shifted underfoot. Jaguar biting back a yowl as he twisted to catch himself. Feet bracing on the floor as coins skidded and tinkled across the stone.

Breath caught in his throat as a snort sounded from the dragon. So this is how he died? He'd always thought it'd be at the end of a noose or some guard's blade. There was the hope that it'd be from old age in the arms of a lover. Well, a whore but that was good enough. Never in his life had he imagined it'd be while skulking around a dragon's hoard.

Derg stirred. Low grumbles replacing those snores and rolling through the mounds of treasure. Every instinct screamed at Mardak to run for it, to hide, something. Instead he kept himself frozen solid, not even daring to twitch the tip of his tail.

Grumbles dropped to low, quiet snores again. The dragon's slumber seemingly disturbed but not interrupted. Mardak let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. Air whispering against his mask as he straightened again. Crouching on the ground, the feline turned to look back at the coins that nearly spelled his downfall. Some would consider them unlucky. Others would turn and leave as quickly as they could. Mardak merely scooped the coins with all due stealth and pressed them into a padded pouch. A bit of fortune to get things started.

Rounding the treacherous pile, he found himself staring at the dragon's back. Derg's wings tucked against his spine, chest expanding with each slow breath, tail coiled about a pile of treasures. He could just see the faintest of glimmers coming off the pile as. Glittering against the dragon's scales.

Every instinct told him to just pocket some more, find something good, and then leave. His eyes darting over to the drake as he kept circling and weaving through the piles. Always checking on the dragon as it kept snoring away. Mardak tucked a few coins into his pouch here and there. Not much, certainly not enough that would be noticed. And none of it from any one singular spot. Just skimming here and there, spreading it out until the pouch was starting to weigh heavy on his hip.

And yet he found himself still circling the dragon. Looking towards the pile that the dragon was curled against. There had to be something there. Right? The way that the dragon was curled against it and clutching that pile surely meant that it had something special there.

If he were smart he'd take what he had and just leave. He was not a smart man, but he was a great thief.

Which is how he found himself slinking closer to the dragon. The way that lead to him carefully stepping over the tail and easing ever closer to that pile. Attention constantly shifting from the dragon to the pile of treasure that was calling his name. He should just turn and go. Really should just turn and walk away before anything bad happened.

Mardak pressed closer to the pile, eyes darting over the heap to see if there was anything there worth grabbing. It couldn't be big, nor could it be buried. He needed something nearer the surface that would be unique to here. Mind raced with stories he'd heard of Derg and what the dragon had done with his lifetime. What great treasures he might have lifted. It was hard to tell, especially this close to the best. With the beast filling every one of his senses. Those deep, thrumming snores shaking him to the bone. The dragon's scent invading his nostrils and searing there. It was exciting in a nearly sexual way. The jaguar biting back a chuff as he felt his loincloth tighten with excitement at just how daring he was.

There wasn't a single piece of treasure that leapt out at him as something exceptionally well known. Though his eyes did light upon a dish. Made of gold and bearing fine scroll work, the bowl was a masterpiece. Only made that much more beautiful with precious gems that studded the rim. Even with it laying upside down on the pile, he could see rubies, sapphires, and emeralds. Just looking at it made his fingers itch.

It was a little higher on the pile. Which meant, if he wanted to stay low and stable, then he'd have to practically lay on the heap. And he hadn't come this far to go home without something.

Stretching out on the pile, he very carefully lay down atop it and grasped. Watching his reflection in the bowl as he lifted it. Grinning to himself as his tail twitched behind him. Oh this was gorgeous. He rolled it slowly and looked at the rim, admiring all the jewels. It took everything not to chuff at himself as he reached to slide the bowl into the sling on his back.

Mardak freezing as he saw the red peeking from the pile of gold. Now he'd had enough rough patches in his life that he knew what a penis looked like up close. While he had dealt with some large males, they were readily dwarfed by what was looming before him here.

Breath caught in his throat as the dragon grumbled and shifted. Coins rattling as the length was driven forward. A heavy drop of precum flowing from the tip to pool on the treasure. Looking down showed that it had been pooling there for a while. And judging from how some looked dried it wasn't the first time this happened either. Mardak's eyes flicked to the bowl, spotting the glistening on the inner surface now, as well as a bit of dried... what could only be cum.

He didn't dare breathe, not with his mouth mere inches from the cock. Fear that a single stray breath against that tip would be enough to rouse the dragon. Well, he was already roused but Mardak feared waking the beast. So he lay there, watching as that cock began to slide through the treasure. Coins rattling off the hard flesh. The dragon's spined crown flaring as it pulled back to brush over the surface of the hoard before driving forward. Nearly touching Mardak's nose before retreating. Giving the jaguar but a second to breathe before it rushed at him again. Tip flaring wider as a throaty groan came rolling up the beast's chest.

Every hair stood on end as the dragon shifted in his slumber. A heavy paw crashing to the pile of treasure so very close to the thief. It was fear, not experience, that kept him frozen in place this time. Eyes darting to that heavy forepaw as talons curled through coin. Grabbing a handful and drawing it towards the cock. Draconic hips shifting faster now as the male's pace increased.

Mardak's mind screamed at him to get up, to flee, but he found himself frozen in place. Partially hypnotized by the length, partially stopped due to fear. He could only watch as that cock began to pump faster. Each thrust coming close enough to make his whiskers twitch. The jaguar going cross-eyed as the cock drove forward. Depositing a heavy drop of precum right on his nose.

This close to the length, he could see how the veins bulged and throbbed. Watch as the flesh flexed and trembled. His internal warning bells went off a second before that fat tip flared. Mardak's eyes widening before some instinct drove him to take a breath and close his eyes.

As it turned out, this was the best thing he could have done. No sooner had his eyes shut than the dragon let out a low, guttural call. Heavy frame crashing off the pile of gold as he peaked. Thick, hot cum blasting the feline right in his face. Hitting with enough force to blow the jaguar's hood back. Turning his spotted pelt white with the sheer volume of cum that quite literally bathed his head and face.

Gáe Derg was certainly a prodigious male. If Mardak had found himself a partner to the dragon he would have been more than impressed with the amount of cum the male produced. Even as it was, he found himself in awe as the creature quiet literally bathed him in seed. Feeling how it ran under his clothing and matted his pelt. The way it covered ever inch of his face, threatening to get into places it shouldn't go. Deep groans trailing off after a few moments. The clink of coin signaling the dragon's relaxation.

Mardak lay there for a very long moment. Eyes shut tight as the cum dripped off his features and ran down his body. The dragon's deep snores shaking him once again as the drake, now satisfied, fell back into deeper sleep.

Slowly. Carefully, the thief peeled himself away from the cum-coated hoard and stood. With a touch less care than before, he turned and walked from the hoard. Wiping cum from his face and eyes. Sampling a bit, he found the taste rather pleasurable. Though perhaps it would've been more welcome if he had wooed his way into it, rather than just being surprised. He certainly had a story to tell, but perhaps not one that he would want the world to know about.

Derg shifted on his pile, an eye cracking open as he watched the thief stroll away. A smirk crossing the dragon's features as he continued to act-snore. While a few coins were missing, he doubted the thief would find his way back here. Certainly wouldn't be going to brag to his compatriots about how easy it was to steal from him. A quiet laugh rolled up his throat as he shifted and roll onto his back with a contented noise.