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“I have faced down some of the most terrifying and merciless creatures this world has ever thrown in front of another mortal. I slayed the Mad Manticores of Madrasga Mountain. I cut down the ghastly bandersnatch in the caverns of Kimlasca. When the dragons of Persikan Peaks needed someone to run through the cruel Yashara The Bloody, I was the one they summoned. I alone braved the screeching demons of Halwell Shrine, and the terrifying scores of undead in the lost village of Nekwhite. And when the eldritch horror of Urhai’lai threatened to consume the entire world in its insatiable maw, it was I who raised the blade to pierce its eye and put an end to its mad ambitions.”

The human innkeeper bore through the monologue of the emerald-scaled draconian warrior with a look of bemusement on his face. “That’s all very nice. I’m still not giving you a discount.”

“Come on! Ten percent!” Jurakain groaned, deflating somewhat. “Your overhead can’t be that much that one person getting a slight deal would break you!”

Hagar was unmoved, though, shaking his head. “Listen, if every schmo with a story to tell got a discount, I’d never be able to charge full price. If you did something specifically for me, maybe I’d dither with you, but much as I might be grateful that I wasn’t consumed by some world-eating monstrosity, it’s not even the first one I’ve heard about this week. I don’t know what the ancient powers were dabbling in but there’s no shortage of omnicidal threats out there, and we still gotta be able to do business.”

“Ugh…” Jura supposed he had to concede the point there, the innkeeper likely wasn’t bullshitting him, since goodness knew he heard about enough such stories himself. “Fine…guess I’ll take the room anyway. Though I’m guessing you already knew I was going to anyway.”

“The ones who try to squeak out a discount are the most transparent ones. Most threaten to go somewhere else in Pluckett, thinking they’ll have better luck - or are trying to play hardball when they’ve already burnt most of their other bridges. With all those impressive adventures, I’d think you’d have more coin to your name.” Hagar gave a slight smirk. “Heaven knows you ain’t spending it on armor.”

The green-scaled drake narrowed his eyes at the human. “Funny guy…” Of course, once again the human sort of had things pegged, though it wasn’t exactly a hard conclusion to draw - a pair of bracers, leg guards, a few leather belts, a great sword strapped to his back, and a loincloth were about all Jura had on him, disregarding a bevy of jewelry here and there. Grumbling, he laid out some coins from his coin pouch, which certainly looked to be on the lighter side. “I may not be destitute, but I don’t carry around mountains of money, that makes you a target for thieves. Much of what I do have isn’t readily accessible to me. And I give a fair bit to those in deeper need, and towards rebuilding in the aftermath of attacks…and having to pay full price to every vendor out there who apparently has gotten inured to the prospect of imminent death.”

“When you’re told the world’s gonna end six times a month, you stop taking it so seriously.” Hagar put the money under the counter. “Tell you what, I’ll give you a drink on the house, if that helps at all.”

A paltry recompense, but Jura supposed he was going to take what he could get. “Fine. I’ll take whatever your house special is.”

“Coming right up. Yakio! One house special for our guest!” As Hagar went to attend to other business, Jura got settled into his seat, still grumbling a bit but resigned to the reality of the situation; there were not a whole lot of places someone of his size could comfortably room, and if Hagar had decided to price him higher he probably still would have been stuck with it. And there were some out there who did that…at least he wasn’t getting swindled, even if he wasn’t getting a deal. It was just mildly frustrating sometimes that gratitude seemed to be fleeting and localized for matters far bigger than they were treated; his declarations, while perhaps boastful, were nonetheless entirely accurate, and certainly not the full scope of what he’d faced down. Yet, trying to parlay that into a few coins off of some things - he wasn’t even asking for freebies, typically, just some negotiation! - seemed to be too much. And while he didn’t want to seem stingy, his choice of wardrobe and lifestyle did not exactly leave him with deep pockets as he traveled, so it wasn’t exactly a minor thing for him to feel the pressure of finances. A free beer was more than he usually managed to get, so he supposed he’d have to count that as a very minor win.

“MASTER! IT’S YOU!” The sudden screech nearly knocked Jura off the bar stool, the drake needing to grab onto the counter for dear life to keep upright. He never liked unexpected loud noises! They were usually signs of trouble…and even though what came out was only an azure-scaled kobold holding a tankard of ale, Jura had a weird feeling that his instincts were dead-on nonetheless.

“Who the blooming blazes are you and why are you shouting?”

“Eee! He speaks to me! I’m blessed!” The kobold almost leapt up at Jura with the tankard, forcing Jura to grab it hastily - how nothing spilled out of it with all that jostling felt like a minor miracle. “They call me Yakio! I’ve worked here for so long, waiting for a new master to come for me! And you’re perfect! So perfect! So powerful, so awesome, so grand, there could never be any better than you! I pledge myself to you, your most humble and devoted servant to such a deserving and proud master, that I could never hope to find better to serve!”

Jura raised an eye ridge as he looked down at the smaller reptile, almost trembling with unbridled - and entirely unwarranted - glee. “Uh…y-yeah, sure. You, uh, you do that. But, uh, why don’t you get back to work now, I’m sure other people need help.”

“Yes yes! I’ll do that for you, master! Thank you so much! Aiiee, new master, new master! Joy of joy of joy!” With a spring in his step, Yakio bounded off back to the back, allowing Jura to settle down a bit and take a drink of the ale. Not the finest he’d had, but good enough, he wasn’t terribly picky so long as it wasn’t horrid swill. Still, his mind was not on the drink so much as the very bizarre encounter he’d just had.

“I see you’ve met Yakio…” Hagar stepped back over, chuckling a bit. “Goodness, he seemed to like you, don’t usually got that kind of reaction out of him.”

“Right…uh, not to be crude or anything, but what the FUCK?” Jura rubbed his head, still trying to process the encounter. “I thought the whole ‘nutter kobold’ thing was just a stereotype, didn’t think I’d ever actually see one that made it look understated.”

“He’s certainly got a, uh, quirkiness to him. But I’m afraid it’s not exactly a happy tale. The first time I met Yakio, he was a fairly normal, if energetic, kobold, part of an exploration party that liked to go to unusual places and see if they could find treasures or objects of historical value…they had a decent bit of steel to their names, to be sure, but by their line they weren’t out to be taking on any major threats, they were just prepared for incidental encounters, as tends to happen when you explore places like that. They were going to check out an old keep on a hill a fair ways to the northeast of Pluckett, a place that had been abandoned for close to a century from what I heard…sounded like something right up their alley.”

“Well, it should have been, anyway…except for the thing that most of us didn’t know. Apparently the keep wasn’t as abandoned as it was said to be…I was talking about it with another patron after they departed, and he turned pale and said that there was some kind of dark wizard who’d taken up residence there, had been doing shady stuff for a while. Apparently he’d run a few supplies out to the keep at the wizard’s behest, and was sworn to secrecy about it or he’d suffer a terrible fate…course, it was too late to get that sort of info to those folks, by the time anyone caught up with them they’d already be in the keep, or would have noticed something and turned back.”

“None of us knows what happened out there, only the fate it led to. A monstrous explosion rattled the entire town…it was impossible to miss the black smoke rising to the northeast. A group of us made our way there, not exactly eagerly but we had to know what was going on and if it was a threat to Pluckett. Even from a distance, though, we could see that disaster had struck…the keep was obliterated, only a few pieces of wall still standing low to the ground, debris scattered even miles away. A half-dozen explorers had left for the place, and we found the remains of five of them - only two with even somewhat cohesive bodies, but enough parts of the rest the confirm. We didn’t find the wizard’s body, but we found a smoldering cloak that the runner verified was one the wizard wore, with signs of charred flesh and ash around it…we believed that they had been consumed by whatever power had caused the explosion, and no sign of anything to dispute this could be found.”

“But we did get one shock…one survivor, Yakio. The kobold had been flung quite a ways, we’re not sure how he survived, but he was conscious when we found him - or, well, what passes for conscious from him now. He was then like he is now - daft, flighty, nutty, oblivious, servile, babbling, and not really capable of surviving on his own.” Hagar shook his head. “None of us know what happened to him, how he survived what destroyed everyone else, but...well, I fear that the shock of the deaths of his partners may have done in his mind. Grief and agony have a way of delivering a maddening blow to even stalwart creatures, especially if they’re unprepared for it…”

Jura’s expression tightened a bit. “Yeah, no kidding…so you think he just broke, huh? Too much pain to handle, his mind just snapped and now he’s just a mad little lizard?”

“Best as I could surmise. He’s…well, it’s tough to know if there’s anything still there of him, or if he’s just taken on a whole different personality. He can be loud, but he’s usually coherent, though he can sometimes be particularly thoughtless about what he says, but in all this time I don’t think I’ve ever seen him say anything out of malice. He takes direction very well, will generally do simple tasks on command, so I’ve been keeping him safe and occupied as a barhand. Yeah, he’s a weird little guy, but I feel sorry for him…he pretty much lost everything he knew, including himself.”

Jura nodded solemnly. “Definitely a pity…one of the reasons I’ve always been reluctant to do jobs with others. I know what I’m doing is extra dangerous most of the time, and I’m prepared to face my own fate, as much as anyone can be…but facing someone else’s? Especially someone you formed a bond with, got attached to…that’s a wound worse than any weapon or spell, I can’t blame anyone who can’t weather it.”

“Still, must get lonely out there all on your own. I think that’d drive me to madness earlier, if I couldn’t talk to anyone for a long time.”

“Eh, it can be. I usually do find people to talk to, but none that I go out and do jobs with. Guess that’s the trade-off…but that’s why I’m the threat hunter and you’re the bartender, eh?”

“Heh, that and you’d probably ruin more glasses than you’re worth every night with that tail.” Hagar snickered as his remark earned another glare from the drake. “Don’t give me that, you know full well it’s true.”

“That’s exactly why I’m giving you that.”

———

Despite the lack of discount, Jurakain had to concede that the room was pretty well worth it. Not many places were terribly comfortable for a person of his stature and appearance, but he had a fairly nice bed that was large enough for him and he woke up nice and refreshed. He was definitely staying for the rest of the nights he’d paid for, rather than asking for a refund and trying his chances elsewhere.

Of course, his coin pouch was still feeling the sting a bit…and even more so as he hit the market, looking around at wares that might interest him. While he wasn’t one who went for heavy armor - his scales were plenty tough as it was, and he was willing to take the reduced protection in favor of the reduced encumbrance, allowing himself to move more quickly and avoid taking hits more in the first place - magical protection was still very much on the table. There were rings on his horns and his fingers, and even his toes where he could manage it; bracelets on his arms and his tail; and he wore a necklace with several different charms on it. None of them were for show, they all provided various types of protection, enhancement, or rejuvenation, and they’d been gathered from adventures as well as bought in marketplaces all over the course of his travels. Of course, just because they weren’t for show didn’t mean they couldn’t be showy…most of them had gemstones of some kind embedded in them, and Jura would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t drawn to that sort of thing. Perhaps there was a little bit of ‘proper dragon’ in the drake after all.

As such, he found himself that early afternoon browsing a jewelry shop in Pluckett, with an eye particularly on the enchanted items. And one certain one definitely caught his attention, a sapphire-studded ring of rejuvenation. Designed with the aim of accelerating recovery from wounds and invigoration when one’s stamina was drained, these were definitely highly popular items - anything that healed was sought after, for reasons that were not difficult to fathom. Of course, that meant they also commanded high prices, and Jura had to wince at the tag on this one - buying it would just about clean him out. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have others, but one thing Jura had learned was that you could never have enough healing, and those enchantments only had a limited life span, which shortened when they were tasked with performing their duties. He didn’t like to pass one up, especially one that looked so nice, but…he still had to eat…

“What a beautiful ring, master!” Jurakain nearly leapt through the roof of the shop when that screechy voice rattled his ears from behind. He whipped around, his tail narrowly missing knocking over a whole rack of jewelry items as he spun to face that frighteningly familiar voice. Sure enough, it was Yakio, grinning broadly with a somewhat crackpot grin.

“Yakio! What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Attending to my master, of course! Must be the dutiful servant and treat you well, and make sure you’re being looked after!”

“Ngh…Yakio, I’m NOT your master, and I don’t know why you’re calling me that.” He probably shouldn’t have been so nervous saying it, but the kobold was not mentally well, and one never knew how someone in that kind of state would react to their delusions being challenged. And Jura really did NOT want this to get ugly in a shop with breakable things.

But Yakio was unfazed. “Sure you are! Master accepted Yakio as his humble servant last night! And Yakio was ever so grateful for it! I’ll make sure you’re never wanting for anything, master, I can do anything you want and you’ll never need to worry about pushing me too hard!”

“I…that…” Now Jura was cursing inwardly. Son of a bitch…he heard me say ‘yeah’ when I was trying to dismiss him and he took that as acceptance. Fucking loose tongue…not that I knew that was going to happen, I didn’t realize how nutter he was. That was going to put him in a bind, he’d have a lot more work to do to get this kobold to realize that that wasn’t what he meant, and it was probably going to be painful…he didn’t like having to cause that kind of pain, but carting around a madcap kobold did not sound like a good time to him.

Before he could even start, though, Yakio snatched the ring from Jura’s fingers and looked it over. “Ooh! Very very pretty! It’s Yakio’s color! Perfect for master! Oh, and it heals? Master should always be nice and healthy! If master wants this, Yakio will get it for you!”

“What? H-hey, wait, that’s way too expensive for you. Heck, it’s way too expensive for me.” Jura should have just said no, but for some reason his mind just didn’t go there right away.

“Oh, but it’s for master, so it’s all right!” And as Jura looked on in shock, Yakio stepped up to the counter, hoisted himself onto it, and pulled out a bag of coins to tilt onto the table. The owner didn’t appear to be ready for that, but she quickly gathered her wits to keep the coins from scattering. And after a quick count, and a few checks for genuine money, the purchase price was met exactly. Looking ever so pleased, Yakio brought the ring back to Jurakain, slipping it on his finger with the drake too stunned to even protest. “Eee, so pretty and shiny! It suits you perfectly, master!”

“I…you…what?” Everything about this felt wrong, it felt like none of it should have happened, and yet it did. Trying to snap out of it, he followed Yakio as the kobold exited the building. “Yakio! I…look, I really, uh, I do appreciate it, I mean, I did want that ring, but…that was so much money! I mean, that was too much, you probably had to work for ages to build up that much…”

“Ah, don’t worry at all about it, master! I don’t get paid for the bar work, so I didn’t have to save up at all!”

“You…huh? W-wait, where…how did you get that money if you don’t get paid?!”

“Master needed it to get the ring he wanted, right? So I got it for him! It makes for a good gift for master Jura, for taking on this humble kobold to be his companion and servant!”

Jura’s head was in a whirl. “You…wait, did you steal that money?”

“No no! Wouldn’t steal, master wouldn’t want that! I just got it because I needed it for master!”

“But…what? How…that doesn’t…” The drake’s poor head was in a complete whirl. Surely the kobold didn’t just have oodles of coin laying around, but where else could he have gotten that much without stealing it? Maybe his idea of ‘stealing’ didn’t match what other people would think…but then again - and it was just now sinking into Jura’s head - the bag had contained exactly the amount of the cost of the ring. A ring that Yakio couldn’t have known the price of, nor that Jura would be looking at it. How in the world did he have the exact necessary amount just on the spur of the moment?

Maybe I’M the one going crazy now. Did all that really just happen? But he didn’t have a history of spontaneous hallucination, and the ring was very much on his finger, with his own coin pouch still as heavy as it had been when he entered. Something still didn’t feel right about all this…

“Do you need help, master? I can do more for you!” Yakio’s voice snapped him back to reality. Right, he had a kobold problem to deal with…he had to figure out what he could do about it. Hagar had said that he was good at following orders, maybe he could divert the kobold’s attention by sending him on a wild goose chase, get back to the tavern, work with Hagar to figure out how to break the news to him, and give him the ring because by all rights it really should have been his and Jura would have felt awful about keeping it, even if he was still perplexed about all that had just happened.

“I’m fine, I…uh, well, I guess I could eat. Oh, uh, I think…yeah, there’s something in particular I’d like to get. These delicious tarts, I think they’re called Nokali Berry Tarts, I haven’t had one in a long time and I’d love to taste them again. If you could find a tin of them, I guess that would be pretty helpful to me. I don’t know if anyone makes them here, though, so you’ll probably have to ask around…if you can’t find them, then I…well, I might have to rethink whether you can really be a dutiful servant.” It didn’t feel great saying that, but Jura was trying to find some creative way to break away from Yakio as gently as he could. Something told him a direct approach really wasn’t going to be all that effective.

Yakio, of course, looked as eager as could be, which only made it more painful for Jura. “Oh, yes, I’m sure I can get that for master! Don’t you worry, I won’t be back until I get them for you!”

“That…uh…yeah, that sounds fine.” Maybe better, maybe he could just leave and have Hagar or someone fetch the kobold from his fool’s errand later on, once there was safe distance between them. “Then I’ll just…keep on doing my business, then.”

“Okay! I’ll meet master back at the tavern in three hours!”

“All right.” The words slipped out immediately, moments before Jura started screaming inside his head. WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?! He didn’t have an answer, and no time to take it back as Yakio took off, leaving the flummoxed drake in his wake. At the very least, maybe he would be able to get away with not meeting with Yakio if he was still adamant about finding what Jura had asked for…but he wasn’t making it easier for himself to get away.

And he wasn’t entirely sure why.

———

“For someone with delicious tarts in front of him, you sure don’t seem like you’re in a great mood.”

That was putting it a bit lightly to Jura, who gave Hagar a snort. “The tarts are fantastic. That’s not what’s eating at me.”

“Well, Yakio is oddly resourceful for as batty as he is. Maybe he had a place he could go to find that?”

“Nokali berries don’t even grow on this CONTINENT. The recipe for the tarts is virtually unknown outside of a few small towns where they’re grown natively, and they’re barely available beyond that region unless you have a special connection to someone there, and that’s limited to two places in that entire continent. I deliberately gave him an impossible task, and he somehow did it. You don’t think I’m just a little bit weirded out by that?”

“What can I say? I think he REALLY likes you.”

“Huh boy.” Jura cast a look back at the kobold, who was serving without a care in the world; Jura had told him to put his all into his job that evening, hoping that working the kobold to exhaustion would provide him some means of peace from him so he could think. His plan to confer with Hagar outside the kobold’s presence had been a bust from the start, as despite intending to head straight back to the tavern, Jura somehow found himself doing anything but, distracted and compelled by other things. In fact, he had not arrived back there until precisely three hours had passed, with Yakio bounding up to him with a tin of the requested tarts in his hands. How he had gotten his hands on them was utterly beyond Jura, and it felt more and more like the kobold somehow was running rings around him, despite being more batshit than a vampire’s outhouse. “How is it he can do things that would be incredible if anyone else did them and somehow they’re only extremely frustrating when he does them?”

Hagar snickered. “You know what they say. Kobolds are always trouble, even when they’re not. You sure you don’t want to take advantage of that just a little bit? A guy who wants to do anything and everything he can for you, could be useful out there.”

“I can’t take him with me. Not when I face down mortal peril on a regular basis. He’s going to get himself killed. Tell me you have anything to help me.”

“Sorry, scales. I do what I can with Yakio, but I’ve never seen this out of him before, and I’m just as clueless as you are. Though I’ll say this, if there’s any orders that he won’t follow, it’s anything that would deliberately do himself harm. He laughs it off like it’s a joke, but not a very funny one as far as I’m concerned.”

“I don’t want him to suffer! I just, you know, want him safe and out of my hair.”

Hagar cracked a grin. “What hair would that be?”

Jura snorted again. “Shut it. Not my fault your stupid mammal idioms became the norm, no one understands me if I try to tailor them to me. I’m trying to keep him from being hurt, telling him to hurt himself would be the worst possible way to do that. But surely you know of some way to get him to divert his attention or something…”

“If I did, I’d tell you. He’s never been this fixated on anyone before. Won’t even listen to me until you tell him to. I know you ain’t keen on the idea, but maybe you should consider bringing him with, it might be good for him…maybe if you’re bringing this out of him you can bring him out of whatever else is going on in that funny head of his.”

“I don’t even know that he’d last long enough for that to happen…” Jura didn’t like what he was hearing, though…more and more, it looked like he was going to have to be cruel to be kind. And his heart never liked situations like that…almost enough to tell him to just give in and take Yakio with him. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t put someone incapable in that kind of danger. Tomorrow, I’ll have to lay down the facts, and hope that it doesn’t break him…maybe if I’m lucky, he’ll have found someone else to fixate on by then…

———

It was a warm night, so Jura was trying to sleep on top of the covers, settling into the bed on his back. All the weirdness of the day had definitely worn on him, but he hoped his dreams would help him escape from all that…

He’s sitting on a bench with several people around. All of them seem to be waiting for something, occupied with books or other things, no one really paying attention to him. He looks up, and sees a sign advertising a giant dragon flight. Out the window to his left, he can see a massive black dragon with an enormous long platform on its back, with row after row of seats. Other dragons appear to be nearby, all similarly adorned, and a couple of them can be seen in the air. Of course, this is what he’s waiting for, what else would it be? It’s a lot less taxing than trying to fly himself, especially since he has to use magic wings which are somewhat draining, he’s a drake so he doesn’t have natural wings. It’s also faster than foot travel and less dangerous than teleportation, though there was a nonzero chance of being eaten by one of the ornery creatures.

“Master, master!” He turns his head to the right, to see an azure kobold running his way. It gives him a lightness in his heart to see him so eagerly coming to him, and he can’t help but smile. “Are we gonna fly soon? It looks so amazing out there!”

“It’ll be a bit, they’re still working on him. He’s been a bit of a pest lately, since getting into that fight with a red dragon three weeks ago.” He doesn’t question any of what he says, he’s saying it so it must be true.

“Aaah, I can’t wait, master! But if we have to, maybe I can help you relax a bit.” Yakio grins as he pushes at his legs, and he readily relaxes and opens them for his kobold. A wet tongue lapping at his slit makes him purr and moan, this attention is one he’s been sorely lacking in lately and he’s so glad he has such an eager kobold servant to give him what he needs. It only takes a little bit for his cock to push out of his slit, a huge thing compared to the small kobold but there’s no daunting Yakio, who licks it all over and starts rubbing it with his hands, caressing the spiky flesh lovingly. Vaguely he remembers that there are others around but he doesn’t care enough to stop this, he wants this so bad, wants to rut and cum into his minute servant, demonstrate his power and control…

Jura’s eyes blinked open; the room was fairly dark, but his night vision was quite strong, he didn’t need much to see that something was going on. Confusing turned to shock as part of his dream had clearly come true - Yakio was slurping over his long, thick, spike-studded dick, moaning as he pushed his maw down on it and squeezed it with his hands. “Y-Yakio! What the fuck are you doing?!” It was as close to a shout as he dared let out at this hour, not wanting to disrupt others.

Yakio pulled off briefly, giving Jura a wide and silly grin. “I’m just showing my master how I help him relax! Such a strong and noble master deserves an eager kobold to cater to his needs!”

Of course, a drake should have a good servant kobold…wait, why the hell would I think that?! What’s going on with me?! Jura tried to protest, to push himself up, but his body didn’t seem to be responding to his commands, forcing him to continue laying there and enduring the kobold’s feverish assault on his staff as it resumed, that greedy tongue slurping over the tip and lapping up leaking precum before he dove down on it again, throat bulging a bit as Yakio pushed a great deal of his dick into that sensational passage. Jura’s mouth was about the only thing that was allowed to move, and about the only thing Jura didn’t want moving, as the desire to moan out the pleasure was immense…unexpected as the ministration was, Yakio was DAMN good at it. Of course he was, he was a kobold, sex came as naturally to them as breathing, that was a real perk of having Yakio as his servant…Ah! What’s going on?

No answers came to him, only more pleasure, much more pleasure…his head was almost spinning from the pleasure, it felt like a total overload. Yakio’s throat massaging his dick, his hands working the drake’s slit and knot, toying with the spikes over his shaft, it was all heavenly, a delight that was so hard for him to come by sometimes. Jura didn’t have any real relationships, just one-night stands and paid rounds, and when he was on the road traveling for long periods he often went without, just to keep himself safe and his finances in fair shape. It had been several months since his last opportunity had come about, and he was certainly a bit pent-up…and a nice, eager kobold was the perfect receptacle for his overfull balls to empty themselves into.

Ngh…why…why are my…thoughts…why am I… It was getting harder and harder to question it, his mind starting to face a competing desire as he felt himself start to want to take Yakio, claim the kobold properly and mark him as his. It was such a foreign thought, something he knew wasn’t natural for him, yet it came frighteningly easy, especially the longer he felt his cock get teased and tantalized…fuck, but was Yakio good at this, he felt himself throbbing and despite his mind’s weakening protests he could muster no ability to hold back the floodgates. A restrained snarl was all that came out of his mouth, but down below his cock spewed a vigorous, thick dose of draconic seed, which Yakio swallowed almost frantically, like it was a matter of life or death for the kobold. And how impressively efficient he was, not even a dribble of it leaked down his staff, Yakio taking long swallows and slurping and lapping at the same time, ensuring none of Jura’s bounty escaped him.

Even when Yakio pulled off, the lust hadn’t abated, and Jura’s dick hadn’t flagged in the slightest. A glint appeared in the kobold’s eye as he clambered up onto Jura, rising up and aiming himself onto that proud spike-studded staff. “Oooh…master, your love staff is so enticing…I can’t wait to feel it inside me…”

I can’t wait to feel it inside you, either. An uncharacteristically aggressive thought, but Jura’s resistance was crumbling, the desires were strengthening and the part of him telling him that something was wrong here was getting fogged out. He was losing himself in the lust, the need, all of it centered on that blue lizard about to impale himself on his cock. He didn’t understand it, but cared less and less…but, dimly, he was registering another feeling, one that was unfamiliar yet distinctly unorthodox, prominent enough to stick out even through the fuzz.

And then Yakio dropped himself down on Jura’s rod, driving himself all the way up to that bulging knot, and other thoughts were temporarily cast aside as pleasure bolted through him. Holy HELL was that good! Kobold ass was always hyped up and with good reason, but this was on another level! His expression was slowly twisting into a grin, his heart starting to pound harder as feelings of power and control swamped him, all directed at Yakio. Yesssss…ride me, you eager little slutbold…

Jura wasn’t actually sure if he just thought it or it actually slipped out of his mouth, but on that cue, Yakio started to do just that. Rising up fast and dropping down hard, giving off loan moans and squeals of unfettered bliss, the kobold’s own dick leaking profusely onto Jura’s scales, he was going to town on Jura and quite blatantly loving every second of it. Crazy or not, there was no mistaking the genuine rapture Yakio was exhibiting, he looked like he was having the time of his life, tongue lolled out a bit and head tilted back high as he hammered that staff into his stretchy slutty tailstar.

And Jura was feeling all that and more…much more. Every time Yakio made contact with his knot, he felt it, a surge of something invisible, intangible, yet wildly powerful and twisting. Each bolt of that rendered him more and more desirous, more and more wanting to claim that little lizard bitch for his own, sending his loins into overdrive with heat and need and creating a fierce tension in his body, his efforts to hold back slipping little by little. Part of him was aware something was going on, not what it was, unable to put a stop to it and just along for the ride…it didn’t feel harmful, not that he could tell, but it did feel…‘sticky,’ like it was clinging to him, binding him…

And on the other end of that bond was Yakio, who seemed almost delirious from pleasure down. His movements were getting erratic, his speed seemed to be dropping as he tried to push himself onto that thick knot. Breathlessly, he wailed out, “Please, master, give me your wonderful knot, pump me full of your lordly seed and make me your devoted servant forever!”

Something snapped in Jura. Without even realizing what he was doing on the deepest level, his arms moved, freed from their stasis without any real indication, grabbing Yakio by the hips. A guttural snarl tore from his mouth as he slammed Yakio down on him, bucking up into the kobold at the same time, and he felt that tailhole threaten to give way under his raw force. Another slam, and another, and then, as he came down for one more, the words finally left him: “You’re MINE!” Almost as if by dictate, Yakio’s tailhole yielded, that knot sank in and tied him, his cock making a fierce bulge in that body that quickly filled out further as he roared and released into him, huge gobs of jizz gushing into Yakio and pushing his stomach outwards. Yakio let out his own loud squeal as he came as well, much smaller but certainly vigorous spurts of his own seed pasting the drake’s stomach as he took in his master’s load. It was the hardest Jura had ever cum in his life, it felt better than every other orgasm put together as far as he was concerned, and he felt an indelible bolt latching into his mind, Yakio firmly and irrevocably marked as HIS, body and mind and soul, with a finality even death would have envied. The sweet feeling of conquest was so liberating, so exciting, and the release was spectacular, such enormous relief flooding him as he emptied round after round of spunk into that kobold, feeling all that pent-up energy flowing away into contentment and tranquility.

It took a veritable age for his spunk to stop flowing, but there was no question it wasn’t going anywhere, not with his knot still firmly embedded into Yakio. The kobold finally flopped down on him, nuzzling him and nestling into him with the most unabashedly mirthful expression Jura had ever seen plastered all over his face. As he patted his new servant’s back, Jura started to process what had just happened…and, with his head now much clearer, a sudden realization of how and why. In a bizarre way, it was almost an inverse claim - Yakio made his dutiful servant, at Yakio’s own whim, thanks to a power he might not even be truly aware that he had…

———

“Eh? Chaos magic?”

Jura nodded to Hagar. “Yeah. I had to learn about it when dealing with demons…it’s something that’s typically their bailiwick, but mortals can harness it, too. Normally it’s a tinge applied to other magic to change its qualities a little bit…like, chaos fire still acts like fire, but can spread more erratically and be harder to put out because it sort of splashes around. Though it doesn’t always act like that…the thing about chaos magic is unpredictability, even the user doesn’t always know what’s going to happen with it. And when you get to pure chaos magic, that’s the most unpredictable thing of all, it can end up doing just about anything but actually making it do anything is an enormous challenge. Harnessing it is a feat few would attempt…but I think your wizard of the blown-up keep was attempting to do so, and it backfired on him. And Yakio most likely absorbed a huge amount of it somehow…not sure how, but I think it’s the reason he survived and no one else did.”

“You think all this time Yakio’s been using chaos magic?”

“Not quite. ‘Using’ would suggest that he’s aware of it and acting on it, which I don’t think he really is. But he’s absolutely REEKING of it. Once I actually became aware of it, I did a couple of checks, and it’s so heavily concentrated that it would send angels screaming for the hills. I don’t think even demons have this much chaos in them…”

Hagar gazed down at the snoozing kobold in disbelief. “I never knew…is that why he’s so…addled?”

The drake nodded again. “Chaos magic is known to create madness and instability in the mind. And as heavily as Yakio’s carrying it, it’s definitely messing with him. I don’t really know what it’s like myself, and I’d never care to find out, but from what I’ve heard and what I’ve kind of guessed, he’s still there underneath, but it’s so choked out that not much can break through, and what does gets that same weirdness. I think…I think he was attracted to me, and that attraction came out as what it did. And when I reciprocated, he basically was able to tether himself to me. Kind of a weird state to be in, I’m the one bound but he’s the one in the servant position…but that feels like the way he wanted it to be.”

“Huh? How could he do that if he wasn’t using it?”

“Chaos magic doesn’t have to be ‘used’ to be activated. Especially when it’s as thick as it is in him, it just sort of does what it does. But…I don’t think Yakio’s consciously using it, but I DO think he’s been directing it. Manifesting the money for that ring, that was probably the chaos magic…getting those tarts, I half suspect he actually went all the way to where they’re made just off of the whim of getting me what I requested. And all the ways he’s influenced me, it’s been to try to get what he wanted, which was me. And that’s something I don’t know that much about, but it’s pretty wild to think that someone who’s basically smothered under chaos could direct it better than someone with a clear head…I think whatever it was that flooded him with this stuff might also have given him a natural ability to direct it. If he could actually take control of himself again…” Jura trailed off, not even sure what he could say about that, the possibilities seemed unending.

Hagar looked between the two of them. “And that’s why you said you were gonna take him with you, huh?”

“Well, at this point I don’t really have any options in the matter, he’s made himself mine and he’ll be able to connect to me no matter where I am, so he’d follow me eventually no matter what. But I have a good reason to want to take him with me, too. I know a few things about chaos magic, but I’m not an expert in it. But I know there are some out there, people who have learned how to use it and who might be able to help him. And he deserves to be woken up…he’s been in a fog for such a long time, without a chance to be himself. And since he’s bound to me either way, I might as well help him as much as I can for it.”

“I see…well, I ain’t gonna lie, weird as he is, I’m gonna miss him around here. But are you gonna be able to keep him safe? I know you said you were worried about protecting him, the way he is.”

“Heh…I don’t think there’s any more concern about that. I’ve faced down some of the most terrifying and merciless creatures this world has ever thrown in front of another mortal. I slayed the Mad Manticores of Madrasga Mountain. I cut down the ghastly bandersnatch in the caverns of Kimlasca. When the dragons of Persikan Peaks needed someone to run through the cruel Yashara The Bloody, I was the one they summoned. I alone braved the screeching demons of Halwell Shrine, and the terrifying scores of undead in the lost village of Nekwhite. And when the eldritch horror of Urhai’lai threatened to consume the entire world in its insatiable maw, it was I who raised the blade to pierce its eye and put an end to its mad ambitions.” Jura smiled a bit as he patted Yakio’s head, getting an unconscious purr out of the kobold. “But this little guy, he might be the most powerful being I could ever be pitted against. And he bested me. Somehow, I think he’s gonna be all right.”