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The Dragon's Boytoy Knight

Chapter 4

By: Veronica Foxx

For: Engy

They arrived at Master's lair just in time for the newly-christened Adamos to soften and slide free from his mate, and Cera was forced to wait a moment as they attended to one another, cleaning off the mingled fluids that clung to the male's shaft and leaked from the female's well-bred slit. It was annoying, but had to be tolerated; Cera was impatient to prove himself to Master, show his loyalty and display his willingness to follow the oaths that he had taken. A few steps more past the twisting entrance to the cavern, but the beasts insisted on licking one another clean, and not the least ot Cera's troubles was that he found himself jealous of their attentions to one another, that he could not participate, or at least that he was wary of attempting such. Adamos had a protective, territorial air about him with the low growl that sounded as he lapped clean his mate, and it was something that the Dragon's Knight took note to address later.

It took little enough time, and they wandered in, the female's head bumping against Adamos's flank. Cera called hail before them so as not to startle Master by their appearance, but found that there was no need of it. Master sat waiting on the throne-like chair at the back of the main cavern, a small creature resting on his lap, similar in shape but quite tiny. The curious beast let out a trill of welcome as they trod across the stone towards master, and Cera was intrigued to find that the sounds made sense to him despite it being of a language that he had never learned. It was much the same as the way he had come to interpret his mount's growls and roars, something instinctive that must have been instilled in him as part of the change.

"Good work, my knight," Master complimented as the sea-scaled dragon slipped from his mount to kneel. "You've got yourself a mount and more, I see. Don't be surprised. The tokens I gave you provide me with a limited scrying. I can see and feel where you are, the same with any who wear one of my talismans. I can as well channel my magic through them, in limited form. I know that you feel the need of more training, for both yourself and... Adamos. I like the name. You will train Evelyn as well, and these, my little friends."

At that, the diminutive dragonette leapt down from Master's lap and skittered over to kneel and bow before Cera, which was an understandably confusing change of circumstances. "If I might ask, Master, what manner of beast is this? I have never seen its like before."

"Kobolds. They're... attendants and servants to dragons, though they've been nearly eradicated from the world. They're small and not very strong, so the larger races have enslaved and exterminated them. It was pure luck that a tribe wandered into my domain, fleeing south after their warren was nearly wiped out. I've put them in some smaller caves, up the slope from my cave, and they'll be digging tunnels to connect to my lair. There's about fifty of them left, and I want you to help them set up defences, train them to fight. I want you to make sure that they won't ever have to live through that again."

The seafoam dragon felt anger clutch at his heart, seeing the small creature before him looking up with pleading and adoration, felt the itch growing in his spines as they threatened to sprout from his back and limbs and tail. These innocent, adorable beings had been so ill-treated without cause, without care. Who could ever consider these delicate creatures a threat? It welled in him a strong urge to protect them, a desire to see them safe, as well as a caring that he had felt only ever felt for those whom his former lord had overseen. The feelings... were not his own, not naturally his own, but they were undeniable.

"Miiiiinerrrrrs," Adamos rumbled, stretching his head forward to nuzzle at the kobold, giving it a gentle lick. "Pesssstssss. Sssseen beforrrre. Killllled. Sssorrry..."

"Well, perhaps we can try to discuss what tactics they used when you faced them so that we can adjust them accordingly," Cera advised his mount. "We will ensure that they are well capable of defending themselves should they be attacked again."

"Frrrreeeeen?" Evelyn inquired, slinking up alongside the black-scaled beast. She pressed against her mate in a defensive posture, sheltering herself beneath his outstretched neck as she hesitantly nuzzled at the small creature and seemed surprised when it hugged the end of her snout and nuzzled against her, gabbling out a praise of her beauty and vibrancy, she who was soon to become a mother. "Frrrreeeen."

The kobold happily clambered along her snout, its small claws finding easy holds between her scales, its body tiny enough to easily fit inside the white drake's mouth should she care to snap it up for a snack, but she merely crooned and appeared quite pleased when it settled behind the small crest of spines that backed her skull.

"Well, looks like that's settled," Master said with a clap of his hands and a happy smile. "Anything you think you'll need?"

"We will have to examine their current accommodations and what measures they have put into place before I can judge," the Dragon's Knight advised. "Would it be allowed to use some of the kobolds as messengers and to fetch and carry?"

"Kobolds work hard for dragons!" the small creature chimed in. "Dragons protect, kobolds dig and build and make treasure. Dragons teach, kobolds learn!"

It hadn't spoken in the common tongue that humans, elves, dwarves, and the other civilized races used, but in that chirp-growl-garble language, yet Cera understood it clearly. It felt uncomfortable, another change to be adapted to, but it was at least useful to be able to communicate with the creatures. With the kobolds, the little brothers and sisters, children to be protected and defended and cared for. Not creatures, but people. People that he would gladly have participated in the extermination of when he had been human merely because they did not have an appearance similar enough to his own former countenance. A people whose only crime was being considered pests, like so many other of the "lesser" races, the "monstrous" races. Well... he was one of them now, a monster himself, and he felt kinship with these little ones. He would do his utmost to ensure their protection.

"In that case, Master, I believe we shall have everything that we need. Did you have a deadline for when fortifications are to be completed?"

"I'll send for you if I have something else that comes up." Master waved a dismissive hand. "They'll bring me updates, and I'll know where you are if I need you."

"Very well then, Master. We shall away and keep you apprised of progress."

With that, they departed, the kobold riding atop Evelyn while Cera rode Adamos. It pointed out directions, moving up the slope along the base of the mountain, and the Dragon's Knight couldn't help but wonder if it had a name. He asked and received an answer that he would not have expected. "Turalisthasy", which translated as "Big Brother", the first of his clutch to hatch and one of the eldest left amongst his kindred, chosen to be the leader of his tribe because he was amongst their strongest warriors, though he would relinquish his command to a shaman or shamaness once one came into their power. They were led by those who could touch the divine power, though sometimes one of sorcerous bent would rise, and only during war times did a fighter take the lead. It was considered a sign of their draconic heritage, the magic of the divine or the arcane, and proof of their bond with dragons, and breeding with their larger kindred was considered one of the highest honors possible.

Cera was surprised to receive such a lecture, and equally surprised that the kobold could perfectly understand the common tongue besides since he refused to speak in it, but Turalisthasy was understanding that he had not met their kind before and might not know their ways. The kobold was quite happy to share his knowledge of their history and culture with one of the Great Ones, one whom they could serve as they were meant to and whom would teach them great things. The seafoam dragon was unsure of what great things he might be expected to teach them, for he only knew the ways of battle, yet the kobold thought just that to be a thing of greatness in itself. Their people were workers, builders, miners, not fighters by nature or desire. Knowing the ways of defense and war would strengthen them and allow them to better focus on their preferred professions. They did have some knowledge of trap-making, but only from experimentation in an attempt to protect their homes and loved ones from raiders and adventuring parties, those who would slaughter them indiscriminately for no other reason than that they existed.

When they reached the encampment, it was... pathetic at best. Kobolds, it seemed, were adjusted best to life below ground, finding daylight to be painful and blinding. They had erected lean-to shelters and simple awnings to protect them from the bright light, those that had not taken refuge in the crevice that they intended to turn into their warren. The pregnant females and eggs had been clustered inside, a sad few of them. Only three expectant mothers had survived the journey, though nearly two dozen eggs had been brought along, only it was not expected that all of them would hatch without having been properly incubated during their travels. That pronouncement was unacceptable to Evelyn. She forced Cera to exit the small cavern and curled up within, encircling the females and eggs within the curve of her body, her own swollen stomach taking up as much room as the little ones.

Though the kobolds could not work during the daylight hours, Cera took the time to make a round of their small encampment, leaving Adamos to lay guarding his mate's nesting place. They had no defences to speak of: a few alarms made of bone and stick and twine hung between trees to give alert in case of unwary trespassers, a covered pit lined with stakes at the bottom though it was shallow enough that the sea-scaled dragon could step easily out of it though he granted it would wound feet well enough, and a bag of sticky and foul-smelling gunk that acted like highly flammable glue. It was... a start, but there were vast improvements to be made. With hours yet until the sun fell and the little ones could begin work, he spent the time discussing his planned improvements with Turalisthasy. The leader kobold had darkened goggles that protected him from the bright light, and so they were able to begin with designs.

Their collaboration was interrupted as the sun neared the horizon by a beckoning shriek from within the sheltering crevice. It was Evelyn, calling out that the clutch was coming, and so soon after being filled with it that Cera had no doubt it was more of Master's magic at work. Several of the female kobolds scuttled into the small cave, making the room even more cramped. The Dragon's Knight and his mount were forced to watch from the entrance. It was a fascinating process, and one that Cera was quite happy not to experience for himself. Though it seemed far less painful than a human birthing, with the white-scaled female only making soft complaints as each egg was pushed into the birthing canal, but there were so many of them, as many as the kobolds had saved and then a few. It took hours for her to finish. The kobolds dried each one as it emerged, each as large as an adult of their kind, and arranged them within the central nest, soft sand with warming coals buried beneath.

After she was done with laying, she gave the kobolds orders to watch over them and dragged herself out of the crevice to lie exhausted and overheated outside of it. Adamos climbed a bit higher up the mountain at her request, returning later with saddlebags filled with snow to pack around his mate, while a pair of the kobolds attended her with food and water. After the excitement of the laying, which held everyone in suspense, came the real work that was the cause for their presence. With the females busily engaged in protecting and caring for the eggs, the males took up what mining tools they had and began to first enlarge the entrance and then the cavern within. Before the red drake had returned, they had already mined out enough to begin laying out the base of walls that would become fortifications. With the help of Adamos, trenches were begun outside the exterior defensive structure, though the feral male complained that grubbing at dirt was blunting his claws.

Cera found it not quite such a blessing that he could now completely understand the grumbling of the scarlet drake. Adamos was far more accepting of his situation, but he had constant complaints. It reminded the Dragon's Knight why his association with Sir Theodore had been mostly from afar; their short-lived attempt at cooperative adventuring had resulted in quickly frayed tempers from his rival's constant complaints. His former rival had been a great carouser and merry-maker when in a civilized environment, but far less pleasant company outside the near proximity of strong ale, a soft bed, and those willing to share it with him. Though now his complaints were more tending towards the fact that his cock wasn't being properly encased by warm flesh at all moments, he still took every opportunity to offer criticism of even the slightest inconvenience, to the point that Cera demanded he cease with the promise that he could mount Evelyn as soon as she was adequately recovered and felt well enough.

The snow-scaled drake was, fortunately, quite adamant that she be left alone for the night, though their work was interrupted a second time by the crack and cheep of hatchlings. The females within the cavern called that the hatching was coming just as quickly as the laying had, and Evelyn pulled herself from the melting snowdrift to peer inwards, anxious that her young be born healthy, though she did not interrupt the kobolds who assisted the offspring to break free of their shells. In short order, twenty-seven young drakes of varying colors had been born into the world, all angrily demanding food and comfort. That was enough to bring their mother into the slightly enlarged cavern to curl about them again, and the female attendants assisted in feeding. Though the hatchlings complained of the continued work around them, they settled in and ignored the noise once they had been fed, though they began complaining again within the hour. They grew as swiftly as their conception, birth, and hatching, though as morning neared they seemed to have topped out their growth at double their original size.

The cavern's growth was fortunately progressing at an impressive speed that could keep up with their need for room. The excavation also allowed the growing fort wall to progress apace, though they would need firmer mortar than mud and clay to build it higher than chest-level on the Dragon's Knight. Fortunately, the kobolds were able to shape the stone as they quarried it so that there were neatly fitting blocks to work with. Cera would need to consult with Master as to trading for more proper mortar from the village, though he was quite pleased with what the inexhaustible little brothers and sisters were able to accomplish in only a single night. Their endurance and determination impressed him beyond measure, industrious creatures and clever once shown a simple trick. They were not used to building above ground, and though he only knew the basics of such things, they were quick to understand. When the sun began to brighten the horizon, he called a halt and left Adamos to stand guard within the small yard that had been formed. The rest retreated within the much enlarged cavern, clustering in piles on the thick sand that had been spread about the floor, and the seafoam dragon felt pride, respect, and affection for the little ones that had come to be under his protection.

He woke to find himself quite warm, though not uncomfortably so, with many small bodies pressed against him, one even nestled beneath his head. He would have been content to remain thus, save that he knew there was more work yet to be completed, and there was a strange scent that assailed him, thick and alluring beneath the pile of little ones. He dislodged them gently, and found himself surrounded by creatures that appeared just as aroused as he was. He heard a crooning and the slap of flesh against flesh from the entrance to the cave and noticed that Evelyn was no longer curled in the center of the excavated cavern. Instead, most of the kobolds had clustered around the eggs, sheltering and warming them with their bodies, the drake hatchlings in the center. Cera moved carefully to step around and over the little ones as he angled himself to peer through the tunneled entrance.

The sight that greeted him was one that he perhaps should have expected; the white-scaled female had apparently revived with her needfulness quite intact, and Adamos was quite busily satisfying her. From the slimed mud puddle beneath their conjoined hindquarters, it was not his first time. That explained the smell, certainly, and his arousal. While he might once have called the scent appalling, the aroma of the rutting beasts was certainly stimulating a response in him that he did not find at all unpleasant. It was merely unfortunate that his mount was otherwise engaged at the moment, though... there were options that he could employ, using his mouth and tongue, adding to their pleasure rather than merely taking his own. But the pungent scent of their rut stirred the need in him towards other ends. It made him wonder, with the kobolds being such ardent enthusiasts of draconic service, perhaps one of them might be willing to sate his needs. Though the enhanced size of his maleness made it at least half the size of the length of their torsos, that was little different than the size comparison between himself and Adamos, and he was well able to handle the drake...

He was surprised to find a sudden warmth and moistness enwrapping the wriggling tip of his shaft, small hands gently squeezing and stroking just past that. He glanced down to find Turalisthasy standing with goggles hanging loose around his neck, nursing on the tapering member that hung down from between the legs of the Dragon's Knight, an expression of both inquiry and adoration on his features. It was as if the kobold had read his thoughts, and it embarrassed him immediately.

"There is no need for that, little one," Cera protested, though he did not attempt to pull away or push the kobold from him. "I am... merely aroused by the mating scents. You have no need to... I can... take care of my needs on my own."

Surprisingly, the kobold had no need to cease his ministrations as he replied, though the sea-scaled dragon could feel the vibrations of the little brother's tongue as his throat worked to pronounce the language he spoke. "Kobolds attend to dragons, happy to attend to all needs. Receiving seed of a Great One is a great honor and privilege. When dragon is in season, kobolds in season also. Many males here, few females. Females for breeding, but males for fun."

Cera felt his rather flimsy resolve crumbling already as the kobold continued to suckle, feeling the thick, oily pre-cum beginning to leak from his tip. "I... am not certain that I could... satisfy all of you, and you are so small besides. I would not wish to hurt any of the little brothers or sisters. I have been... somewhat enlarged by Master's magic, as reward for my service."

"Dragon magic makes possible," came the reply, and Turalisthasy reached up as far as he could to give the serpentine member a firm squeeze that stroked towards his muzzle, milking out more for him to drink down. "Dragons mate with all things, breed with all things. Only hurts if dragon wants it to hurt. Cera dragon mate with kobolds? Breed with females, fun with males? Fun with Turalisthasy?"

That was enough to crumple the last of his reservations, and he slowly let himself down to his knees. He expected the kobold to move back so that he could continue to suckle on just the tip of the member within his muzzle, but instead the little one stepped in, letting the shaft feed down his throat. Cera could only shiver in pleasure at the true feeling of heat and tightness about him, his length far more sensitive along its entirety than it had ever been as a human. While his time spent with Adamos had been pleasant, no question of that, this was a far more intimate and intense feeling, far more pressure and sensation all across his maleness. He felt each slurp and swallow, the small hands that cupped each of his swollen testicles, even the slight gusts of air that slithered their way between his flesh and the kobolds as the little one breathed.

The Dragon's Knight could not help the growl of dominance that rumbled in his throat any more than he could help the hand that fell upon the kobold's head, grasping the back of the skull, pulling it away as he moved his hips backwards, then forwards as he thrust into that tightly gripping throat once more. Turalisthasy stood bent over at the waist, massaging the seafoam dragon's balls, milking at his shaft, the kobold's slightly stubby tail giving happy little wags. Cera could see the bulge that his cock made as it was fed down the smaller male's throat, but there seemed not the slightest discomfort, nor did he want there to be. No indeed, he wanted this little brother to enjoy it, as seemed to be the case, and felt obliged to add to it further. He bent forward, taking hold of Turalisthasy's tail with one hand, the other reaching beneath to find the male's much smaller member, gripping and stroking it in mimickry of how the kobold treated his own, as least as best as fingers could. He used the little one's tail as a handle, continuing to drag him back and forth, thrusting his hips as he felt his peak already drawing near.

Cera let out another dominant growl, pulling the kobold leader's snout tight against his pelvis, feeling his testicles draw up and tighten, unloading their contents. He felt Turalisthasy's throat gulp around him as he filled the kobold's stomach with seed, again and again as he dumped a day and more's worth of unspent need down the smaller male's gullet. At the same time, he felt the kobold's own shaft twitching and spurting against his hand, seeming to grow longer and thicker as it did. The small male pressed more firmly against his stomach and chest, tail thickening, the hands that caressed the seafoam dragon's balls widening, and he felt more flowing from him into the kobold than just his male essence. There was something more powerful, more... just more. When he finally felt himself drained and sat back upright, the kobold that slurped its way off of his cock was somewhat different. Turalisthasy had gained a few inches of height, developed a spade-shaped fin at the tip of his tail, small ear-fins on the sides of his head, webbing between fingers and toes, and his forest green scales had gained a blueish-silver sheen to them. Cera realized that he had somehow given the kobold part of the essence that made him a dragon, transferring some of his own characteristics.

The kobold cleaned off his muzzle, savoring lapping up what little had dribbled from between his lips, and cleaned Cera's hand of his own leavings, then examined himself thoroughly with obvious delight before proclaiming, "Highest honor! Cera dragon gives highest honor to Turalisthasy! Dragonwrought, made from dragon, only given to one kobold in ten hatchings. Sign of great change, great leader born, great magic maker. You give to Turalisthasy?"

The Dragon's Knight patted the kobold's head and received an affectionate nuzzle in turn. "It wasn't intentional, my little friend, but it would seem to me that you are well deserving. You must be a great leader indeed to have saved so many of your people from utter destruction, led them across long leagues of hostile territory, and brought them to this place of refuge. I suppose you'll have to see if you become shaman or sorcerer, but you are most worthy of leading your people, rest assured."

"And breed females! All females want dragonwrought, gives bigger chance for eggs made from dragon. Make many clutches, and fun with lots and lots of males. Dragon blood makes males want to submit, even more than strong warrior."

Speaking of which, the rest of the tribe seemed to have awakened and the drakes as well, all gathered around to look on with awe, even the newborns from Evelyn's clutch. Though they were smaller even than their mother, slightly taller than the kobolds at their shoulder, they seemed to also have reached maturity at the speed with which they had grown throughout. Cera hoped that it would not impact their overall lifespan. Regardless, it seemed that every last kobold about him, excepting the females who had not yet laid their clutches, was expecting at least some sort of attention from him, though a few did appear to have their eyes on Turalisthasy instead. It sparked an idea, though. If he were to train them as knights, then they should have mounts of their own, learning to fight both astride and afoot, and he could practice with Adamos even as he trained the little ones. It would also do them well, both drakes and riders, to learn discipline, not only to control the urges that the feral creatures had no doubt inherited from both sire and dam but also to instill the necessary restraint that a knight must always practice.

"Which of you are fighters?" he inquired of the gathered kobolds, and many of the males came forward to gather at his feet along with one of the females, all told just over half of their number and an exact match for the number of mounts present, another touch of Master's prescience at work. "Well, excellent. Each of you pair with one of the drakes, whichever you like best or likes you best, however you prefer. We'll use this as an opportunity to begin your training."

There was a sudden hubbub as the warriors turned and began to mingle with the drakes, who also seemed to have gained knowledge of the draconic language via whatever magic had grown them so swiftly. There was much sniffing and nuzzling, petting and stroking, exchanging of names though the drakes had none yet, and there eventually stood twenty-seven sets before him. He was surprised to find that the lone female warrior had chosen a female drake to partner, though perhaps it should not have been such a strange thing; a female who sought to be a warrior would need to display far more dominance than a male, and having a male partner would encourage the beast to dominance. They needed to establish themselves as partners, mutuals in respect if not status, as he and Adamos had. Even if the beast was a grumpy bastard at the best of times and needful at all times, it was understood that Cera was in charge, and he felt that it had been best established at their first encounter when he had taken control of the situation.

"Your first task shall be to familiarize yourselves with your mounts and thereby determine a name for them," the Dragon's Knight continued. "A mount's name should reflect its personality as well as its attributes. Take Adamos, for instance. It is a powerful name for a powerful beast, but he is also the progenitor of his race, and his name reflects that as well. I want all of you to work today... or tonight rather, to continue with the fortifications that are being built, and have your mounts assist. They should be able to carry or drag more than you can as their riders, so the work should go much more quickly. You," and here he pointed out the female warrior, "I want to go visit Master. Ask him of possibilities for trade with the village for strong mortar and better stone-working tools. If possible, get them and bring them back, or otherwise return for however many you find needful to assist you. You may need Turalisthasy's goggles to approach the village during the daylight hours.

"For all of you, this is also meant to test your discipline. You are to work, not to take your pleasure, as much as you may wish to. A knight must always have discipline first and foremost in his... or her mind. Duty must always come first, before anything else, and your duty for now has been made clear. For interior work, I will defer to your expertise on what should be dug out first, living quarters or whatnot, though I would recommend first a shaft straight back to make it an easily defensible single point of egress. Turalisthasy shall supervise."

The kobold leader began to shout orders, and though not all of the warriors were also miners by profession, they were quickly put into teams that would effectively share their knowledge to those who were less familiar with the work to be done. There still remained a full score of kobolds who had nothing to occupy them and were giving Cera very hopeful looks. The waft of musk that washed into the cave as Adamos roared out yet another successful breeding of his mate did not help things, stirring the sea-scaled dragon back to thorough arousal. With a sigh, Cera settled himself back against the cave wall near the entrance and spread arms and legs wide.

"Come on, then, I don't suppose I'll be able to deny you for long..."

There was a collective squeal of glee, and he found himself fairly buried beneath a pile of squirming bodies that seemed to fight against one another for a mere touch or taste or smell of him. There was most certainly a snout buried beneath his scrotum, snuffling up his scent from there, with an eager tongue licking at the place where his sack met his body, a ticklish but not unpleasant sensation. At least two tongues and sets of hands were working over the rest of his hefty orbs, though he was sure that he could feel a stray touch from at least one more on occasion, lavishing his balls with saliva and tender caresses. His legs and arms and chests received attention, even his hands and feet, and he found that the webbing between toes and fingers was particularly sensitive to such intimate ministrations. A trio nuzzled and nibbled at his neck and ear fins, as well, though by far the most attention was given over to his squirming shaft. More hands and tongues than he could count stroked and lapped at him, encouraging the oily pre-seminal fluid to squirt forth so as to be sucked down by one hungry maw after another.

At least until one of the females began laying about with hands and tail, batting away those who had attended his maleness with respectable imperiousness and a declaration that they could not deny, "Breeding first! Fun after! Muansivrantvrak is matriarch now! Obey! Breeding first, then fun!"

Only once she had cleared away enough to stand on his thighs and begin positioning herself with his wriggling tip pressed against the cleft between her legs did she seem to recall that she was attempting to mount someone who had a higher rank in their hierarchy than she. Her expression turned sheepish, and she gave the Dragon's Knight an apologetic grin. "Breeding first, Great One? Please to honor Muansivrantvrak?"

With a chuckle, he set his hands on the female's hips and urged her downward. She gave out a pleased squeal and eagerly lowered herself, spreading her legs to let them slip to either side of his hips as she took him to the base. He would never cease to wonder at the magic of dragons, though he would have to be sure not to cause further transformations, as he had with Turalisthasy. It would no doubt become somewhat more than problematic if a sudden swarm of draconic kobolds with magical powers were to be found inhabiting these lands where Master already drew some attention. He would need to pay close attention and see if there were anything he could do to prevent it, and also find time to check on the work of the warriors in building fortifications. He was certainly going to lose most of the night, but at least it would not be entirely lost, and it would most certainly test the resolve of his trainees.

The End