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***Part 10 < Current chapter > Part 12***

Description: Dahrzin tastes a slice of the past when he meets up with his former master. Though the man has grand plans for the future, Vrelgor learns that a slave is not always free to make his own choices even if the consequences are not bad at all. ***

The sky greyed a bit near the morning, but fortunately the clouds sailed away, leaving behind a patched sky when the kobold master and his dragon pet arrived at Lake City. Though the trail of buildings sprawling inside the valley nestled between sharp hills had a different name in the human tongue, Vrelgor branded it for what it was. A stinky wet smelling place where the lake's influence could be seen, smelled, and even tasted upon the salty air. Caravans of fish rolled in and out through the white gate while the residents of this place walked, rode, or flew upon the backs of their beasts. Gryphon riders always rose with the sun. Vrelgor saw at least a dozen of them, and that made him tense. If a single one of those caught wind of him...

"We're almost there," Dahrzin kept his voice low as he pointed the horses towards a steep incline. "Might want to hold onto our goods, dragon."

Vrelgor coiled his tail around to keep the pieces of rope, armor, swords and whatever else lay in that pile together. The cart slowed down considerably once they started climbing, but somewhat the horses managed to drag along a full grown dragon and the cart that he sat upon. A fancier pair of walls rose ahead of them. The ground slowly evened out, revealing a tall gate guarded by two armored men wearing blue. They had a snarling beast engraved upon their breastplate, a personal sigil belonging to a powerful man, no doubt.

One of them raised his hand. Dahrzin tugged on the reins, slowing down his horses until they stopped before the onyx gate.

"A kobold and a dragon. Unlikely pairing if I ever saw one," the brown haired guard spoke. "What brings you before Lord Akerion's gates?"

"He's a lord now? Intriguing," Dahrzin said. "My task is my own, though I appreciate your concern. Let us pass."

"Let us pass?" the same guard chuckled. "Sure. I'll let you roll right in, esteemed kobold. Might even call the servants while we're at it. Clean your scales with warm water, feed you spiced meat and refresh you with wine."

"Now that is a proper welcome. Move aside. This talk of food made me hungry"

The guard frowned, then burst into laughter. "He's got a mouth, this one. Almost makes me feel sorry when the master's whip descends upon his back. Check his cart. See what this kobold master crapped in there."

The guard's mate approached, a spindly man of frail age wearing a much too big helmet for his small head. Vrelgor watched him wearily as he touched along his side, pushing his legs away, pushing his wing towards the sky, and spreading his toes apart.

"Are you hiding something?"

"No."

"What about there," the human pointed at his slit.

Vrelgor cocked his head.

And both humans started laughing, pointing fingers at him.

"Down, beast. We're not going to grab your fockin' cock.

Vrelgor jumped off the cart, allowing them to rummage through the pile.

"Where did you get this from?"

"From men who had no need of it anymore," Dahrzin said.

"Thugs then? Call in the squad."

"No, we're travelers!" Dahrzin blocked the young one's path. "We happened to be on the roads when those thugs ambushed us. My dragon and I barely escaped with our lives."

"Did you?" the first guard asked, frowning suspiciously. "I don't see these grave wounds you speak of. What of the dragon?"

"Nothing," the man near Vrelgor said. "They're either thieves, liars, or both."

"Merchants has a better ring to it. Those armors you picked? They're for your lord. Think about what he'll say when he hears about his loyal guards keeping two of his traders at the gate on nothing but suspicions."

"How do we know you're a friend, friend?" the brown haired guard snarled.

"Garez."

"What?"

"We need to have words."

"I'm not done with you yet," the man known as Garez pointed at Dahrzin.

The two men spoke for a bit, then returned with heavy faces.

"Very well. I shall play along only to see your lying tongue ripped from your mouth, lizard."

"Painful," Dahrzin licked his mouth. "I'll make sure to keep my tongue in then."

"You can try."

One of the men walked inside while his companion kept a close eye on Dahrzin, one finger tapping against the pommel of his sword. Vrelgor heard the quickening beats of his heard. He smelled the sweat oozing under the man's steel armor. Poor fool.

"...don't care what they are. An honest man comes to my gates to have my own guards accuse him of thievery?"

"My lord, I-"

"Shut your cunt mouth unless you want to feast on seed for the rest of your life. Open the main gate. I said open it!"

The heavy gates parted to reveal the shape of a the most impressive man Vrelgor saw in his entire life.

"He got bigger," Darhzin whispered.

Vrelgor said nothing. He just looked at the man who walked towards them with heavy steps. Dahrzin wasn't lying. Tales described lords as clean men covered in the fanciest of cloths, proud, even fierce...only that Akerion was a bit too fierce. Greying hairs covered most of his body. He had small, squinty eyes, a thick beard that whitened towards the end, and the cloth he wore parted like the folds of a cunt before the man's great girth.

"Zin! All the Gods and their wives couldn't whisper me of this meeting," the big man slammed his palms together. "Bright day, this one."

"You know him, my lord?".

"Course I do, you mindless cock sucking slave," Akerion barked at his guard. "He's Dahrzin, the best beast handler I ever had. Oh, he is half your size and a quarter of mine, but this whelp can make any beast sing, including these horses," Akerion got his hand under an animal's jaw. "Fine beasts, these. Bred on the Aruvian plains. Strong enough to pull a cart up a mountain, able to run for days, and that cunt loving Herald sends them to die in his petty conflicts. Can I bring them in my stables? Beasts deserve a bit o' rest after pullin' your fat arse here."

"They're yours."

The man coughed into his fist. "Haven't heard that."

"The horses, along with everything they have on and behind them," Dahrzin said with the expertise of a merchant. "The cart can be cut and reshaped, and the armor can protect one of your stable-hands from a bite or two. There's also daggers, swords, and rope to tie beasts with...or lash their backs should you desire to tame them."

Akerion's lips stretched towards the sides. "Mine? All of this is mine?"

"All."

"An' what about your tiny arse?"

"Not for sale."

"Whore's ass it isn't. What about that beast you brought along?"

"The guild gave it to me as a parting gift."

"Still with the guild, eh?"

"Parted ways," Dahrzin handed the reins to Akerion. "We can talk more inside, if you are willing."

The man grunted like a boar. "The Gods themselves must take me in the arse before I turn a fair merchant down. Come, come. Get inside already. Garez, take the cart. Freok, mind the focking gate and don't let anyone wearing armor inside. I have business with the kobold."

"As you say, my lord."

Vrelgor followed in the man's footsteps. Trees rose along the sides of the courtyard. Akerion had a living forest inside his walls, with fountains and statues sneaked inside the clearings.

"So what wind brought you to my keep?"

"Business, just like you said. I desire to strike an advantageous bargain with you, lord Akerion."

"Your beast's cunt must've sweetened your maw, kobold. You speak more proper now, almost like a man."

"I had time to learn," Dahrzin waved his hand back. "Though that dragon often reminds me of what I lost."

Akerion turned around. "Does it now?"

Vrelgor bowed his head. The human's warm hands slid around his snout, poking and prodding as they made their way along his side. Vrelgor lifted a forepaw to let the man grab and squeeze around his fingers.

"Strong features. Good feet. Sharp claws, these. A hunter then?"

"Only beasts. He's no danger to any human, least a handler."

Vrelgor's paw touched the ground. He tried to keep his wing still as the man pushed into his membrane, but every touch spread infuriating tickles along his wings.

"Big wings, these. Last dragon I owned was more of a screecher than a hunter. Barely able to get a man off ground."

Akerion's hands slid along Vrelgor's tail all the way to the tip. He almost released a growl of relief before the man came back, circling along a flank. He got under it, and Vrelgor's muscles tensed more and more. Akerion stubbornly prodded along his slit, feeling the change in scales, sliding along the lips formed by the dragon's gender until his fat fingers pushed through.

"Grarr..." Vrelgor's maw parted without his accord.

"Arrrg...Always like to guess their gender. This one's male. Maybe female. Always hard to tell when your cocks look like cunts."

Vrelgor's muscles grabbed at that annoying hand. He wanted the man out, and with a squelching pull Akerion got his hand back to flex his wet fingers. "Can't fockin' figure it out on my own. This a male or a female?"

"Why don't you push deeper?"

"Athravar's cock, you're the beast handler!"

"Male," Dahrzin said.

"Good, good," Akerion mumbled. "I have a use for him, as I do for you. Let us talk more at a table. My feet are throbbing worse than a beast's cock. Was up all night. One of my birds broke loose. Can you believe that. Squawker flapped his wings and started impregnating all cunts I had, loose or otherwise."

"But you caught him."

"Aye. Need to do something about those big bellies. A fockin dragon scared all the merchants west of the lake. My old routes are useless now, yet the Herald does nothing to assert his position. Spineless coward. If the man who leads the western part of the empire bends under a beast, what message does that send? All we've built, all we achieved crumbles down at our feet. Paaaah, need to eat, to drink. Inside. We'll talk more inside."

The pathway led into a sizable structure. Vrelgor had no need to tuck his wings this time. He walked through the halls with the same ease as he walked through a forest. Kobolds, men, and other two-legs bowed before Akerion as he passed, calling him names like lord or master while he threw insults left and right.

His mouth calmed down once he found himself inside what appeared to be his favorite chamber. It was a lavish room with sun crystals mounted on rune-covered pillars that glowed with a pleasant violet radiance. Curtains gave the feeling of safety, and the soothing sound of falling water made even Vrelgor feel at ease.

Akerion chose a fluffy pillow to rest his arse on. The table was a plank of wood supported by three stumps, the simplest Vrelgor ever saw inside a human's home.

"Sit however you like. Just don't get your arses on my pillows."

"No need," Dahrzin said. He was the only one tall enough for the table.

Vrelgor sat on his belly first, trying to get his forelegs under the table, but since he couldn't quite manage that feat, he pushed himself up. Sitting onto his tail rarely felt comfortable. Now his hind legs felt stiff, along with his entire tail. Vrelgor shifted it until he found a comfortable position, noticing Akerion glancing between his legs every now and again. Dahrzin was right. This man loved his beasts in ways many humans didn't.

"Faster, faster!"

Two kobolds placed trays of spiced meat on the table while the third, a tawny female, had her sweet smelling drink snatched from her hand. Purple trails fell along the man's beard to splash onto the table.

"Graaah!" he smashed the jug down. "Good wine, this. Now..." he grabbed a piece of meat with his fingers. "Talk about this trade of yours."

"Well..." Dahrzin waited for the lord to take a bite, lick his lips, and chew on his first bite. "I came to you to-"

"Mrrhmmm...this meat is better than an untouched whore. Would share, but...got something else planned for you two."

"As I was saying, we came to enlist ourselves into your service."

Akerion's eyes grew wide. His jaws kept still for three loud heartbeats before he resumed his chewing, motioning for the kobold to continue. "More."

"I heard rumors about your new position."

"Good ones?"

"The very best. Many men east of the lake praise your ability to control the subjects within your walls. They wonder if you can speak the language of the beasts."

"Mrghm..." Akerion smiled with satisfaction. "What else they say?"

"Speculations, mostly. Some wonder if it takes a man who understands the language of dragons to stop these conflicts. Cities have guards at their gates, arrows and weavers on their walls, but the villages...nothing can protect them against an attack. All they have is hope. Hope that their Herald is going to send his skychasers to defend them. I even heard farmers offer their animals as offerings appease the nearby dragons. Of course no dragon eats them, and the smell of death accentuates the fear."

"Weak. Weak and stupid," Akerion grunted, taking another sip of his wine. "But you missed something. A flaw in your plan. This beast that burns the Herald's arse is a dragon, and you harbor no love for my kin. Why do you wish my patronage, Dahrzin?"

"I seek...change. I am tired of traveling, tired of being on my own, tired of even planning for tomorrow."

"And your beast? Does he agree with this?"

"He will do everything I want him to do," Dahrzin said.

Akerion continued eating in silence for a while, burdening his girth while the silvery plates became lighter with every bite he took.

"This plan...I like it," Akerion got up. Kobolds came to clean the table while the man walked towards a hallway. "Come. There is something I want to show you."

Vrelgor found himself before the most desolate chamber he ever witnessed. It didn't have walls, not even a ceiling. The sun poured its warmth upon the white sands of the open arena, filling the air with the smell of musk.

"Walk, dragon. Dahrzin knows what this is. Did he ever tell you about his past? What he did when he was nothing but a slave?"

The sand felt clumped under his paws. Vrelgor brushed his snout through the sand. The particles stuck together. Those broke against the faintest touch, but the clogged clumps were stubborn. Seed merged them together, sticky enough to grab onto his snout. Vrelgor pawed a few times at his snout, trying to breathe through his maw, least his member spilled forth from the virile concoction of smells spread around his nostrils.

"Lick. Smell. I am no longer the man I was, dragon," Akerion stepped onto the sands, waving a hand around. "I've built my fortune upon the back of slaves. They sweated for me, and when the need came, even bled for me. I am not proud of what I did. Of what it took to erect these walls. Look around. Tell me what you see."

"Stone?" Vrelgor said.

"Stone," Akerion agreed. "Sturdy. Lasting. These walls will live long after I perish, as will the beasts inside them. Legacy. Is that not why a beast breeds? To leave something behind? A mark that will endure after its passing?"

Akerion smiled. "I want my subjects -all of them- to remember me as the man who put meat in their bellies, offered them a warm shelter to sleep in, an opportunity to live away from the clutch of death," the big man brushed a hand along the dragon's lips, forcing his lips to pull over his fangs, drawing a rumbling growl from his throat.

"Yes...smell it. You know what was spilled upon these sands."

"Seed," Vrelgor pushed his head back.

"Seed! The essence of life. The purpose of our very existence. I piss on the Herald's laws. How can a man who promotes peace stay idle while men...monsters force beast upon beast inside these arenas? It's vile. Barbaric. Unthinkable! We're better than that. Must do what the kobold did. Evolve into something better. Something stronger."

Akerion rushed back to come out with a dark wolf following at the side of one of his kobolds.

"This black dire was but a runt I got him. Still is. Beyond these walls he would have filled the belly of a dragon or tasted the fangs of his own species. Not here," Akerion rubbed the animal's head. "He has a pack, meat to eat, and holes more eager for his seed than any female. Let him go."

The kobold untied the rope.

The wolf looked around. He licked Akerion's hand a couple of times, then settled his amber eyes on Vrelgor, keeping his head down and his ears splayed behind his skull.

He was submissive. Even afraid to approach.

"Let him come to you, dragon. Let his tongue teach you about my purpose within this walls."

Vrelgor pressed his wings closer to his side and crouched to make himself less imposing.

The wolf sprang at him. Within a few leaps he was upon him, his warm tongue lashing with untamed affection around the dragon's snout. The fluffy animal was a frenzy of licks and whines, and Vrelgor didn't know what to do, so he remained half crouched until the wolf slipped between his forelegs.

"Yes...let 'im get a taste of your cunt."

Warmth rushed along his scales. Fur had a silky feel, so comfortable, so foreign. But it was nothing like the touch of a moistened tongue. Vrelgor's wings sprawled to the sides, trembling in their joints as the wolf's eager nose found his sensitive slit. Like before, his tongue lashed out like a storm, tasting his sensitive rift. Vrelgor blocked the upcoming growl to avoid scaring the wolf and looked between his legs to see the animal's belly pressed against the sand, his nose pushed tight against the clenching lips, his tongue all too eager to taste more. He dashed lick after lick, then sprang out, making a full circle around the dragon's body to lap at his snout again. The smell and taste of his own gender spread over Vrelgor's lips with every lick, and before he could do anything, the excited wolf sneaked under him again, ramming his infuriating tongue as deep as he could.

It took one shiver. One moment of weakness to allow that inquisitive nose to get what it wanted. The wolf pushed through into the dragon's soaked slit, drawing a thin growl out of his throat. That warm, eager tongue rolled around Vrelgor's tip like a storm of heated delight. He was sensitive. Too weak before the wolf's lust.

Vrelgor flapped his wings. The wolf jumped to the side, panting from the bounty of scents he inhaled. He lapped sideways along Vrelgor's wet slit to get another quick taste, then clambered onto his tail, thrusting the pink tip into bare air.

"Let 'im fock you, dragon. Feel his warm seed fill you. Not blood. Not vengeance. The Herald's flawed laws have no power here. Think I'm a monster, to kill my own beasts? Mistreat my slaves? Pah...that man is dead. Buried beneath his own mistakes."

Vrelgor wanted to focus, but the wolf's quickened breath, the musk oozing from his gender, the warmth of his body was too enticing. He felt the eagerness ooze out with each thrust. He lowered further onto the sands, allowing the wolf to climb further onto his back, but the fluffy beast only poked hardened scales. After a few failed tries, he dismounted and pushed his head under the tail, eager for another taste.

Vrelgor rolled onto his side, and as soon as he exposed himself, the wolf jumped onto his chest to lap at his snout and whine his unbound excitement. Vrelgor steadied the furred male with his forepaws, and as soon as he got a grip on something, the wolf thrust his hips forth.

The blue dragon sizzled with desire as something warm and moist probed around his tailhole. His flesh burned with heat, his mind swirled with lust as he thought back on how good it felt when RuSturak penetrated him for the first time. The wolf was close now. So close.

Vrelgor tensed with anticipation...

Then hissed as the wolf sank through the dripping walls of his slit.

The animal loosened a long, trembling whimper, slamming his entire body against Vrelgor's belly, thrusting harder and faster to work his growing cock inside the moistest shelter he ever penetrated.

Vrelgor's slit trembled and clenched against his own will, a prison of flesh that stirred the beast's excitement even further. The wolf pushed himself as deep as he could, still flaccid, still manageable...until he started expanding, each throb making him bigger, harder, warmer.

Vrelgor squeezed his eyes shut. He never expected his own slit to feel so...bloated. Heated pressure rammed against his walls, forcing his muscles to contract, yet each squeeze fed the wolf's engorging cock. The pointy tip became more pronounced, and he had a bulge at the base that kept growing and growing past what the dragon's slit could accommodate.

Vrelgor tried to push him back, to release part of the intense pressure exerted upon his sensitive slit. He barely managed to. A spear of heated fluid rammed into his flesh, forcing his entire body to tense. The wolf too whined, dashing a few more desperate licks, his breath flowing like a tide over the dragon's glistening snout.

He was releasing. Vrelgor knew as much from the sudden spasms that filled his slit with liquid heat. There was nothing he could do now but wait for the inevitable to happen...because he too was going to cum. Vrelgor knew that as soon as the wolf entered him. Knew his sensitive cock would not be able to bear such weight. The wolf's hot seed encouraged Vrelgor to harden, but his throbs were weak, barely pushing his tip out even as the heat became tougher to bear. The wolf spurted, over and over again, bathing the very shelter of his cock with his seed while his bulge turned the dragon's slit into a squelching mess.

Vrelgor toes trembled. He just couldn't handle himself anymore. He pressed the wolf against his chest, then rammed his tail into the ground as the surge of heat exploded along his length. He thrust his hind half towards the sky, yet instead of a sharp spurt he unleashed a gush of warm slime that soaked the wolf's member in thick dragon seed.

The animal started thrusting all over again, working his cock deeper, filling Vrelgor with tremors of intense pleasure. Seed leaked out of his slit in gushes, matching the rapid squeezes of his slit. This was unlike any release he experienced before. It was fast, intense, and most of all, unpredictable. Instead of steady throbs, Vrelgor's slit trembled, then quaked, pressing upon the dog's cock with all the strength it could muster, squeezing him dry. And the male whined his great bliss, pouring even more of his seed inside Vrelgor's slit, fueling the dragon's need to cum.

Vrelgor did not know when the wolf came loose. Only that during one of his throbs, his cock had enough space to burst out of his slit along with a thick gush of seed. Something touched him. He blinked his teary eyes to see the wolf's cock jutting between his legs, still tensing, drawing spears of moisture along the sand while his tongue feasted on the abundance of ivory seed coating Vrelgor's slit.

"Grarrr," Vrelgor moaned as the dog found his sensitive cock. He knew this was the source of the delicious cum, so he insisted on the head. That barbed, oh so sensitive tip that filled Vrelgor with unbearable surges of pleasure every time the tongue embraced him.

Without as much as a warning, another torrent washed through his body, driving his cock into a second spewing frenzy. Vrelgor throbbed hard this time, drawing upon his inner seed sack to spew arcs of seed along his belly. His tailhole clenched something fierce, same as his cock, a crimson monster painted with white that kept growing with every throb, each time unleashing a more focused blast of draconic essence.

Vrelgor painted his belly with several spurts before the wolf took his head inside. His trembling maw was as wet and eager as his tongue, which rolled around the barbed head, encouraging the dragon to spend everything he had.

And Vrelgor did. He could not deny how good it felt to release inside a maw. He filled the wolf's muzzle until he drooled dragon seed, and only when his cock softened he could finally breathe again.

"Athravar's blessed cock...I haven't seen such a feast for the eyes in years!" Akerion's voice came, awed and excited. "How did it feel, dragon? How did a wolf's cock feel inside your tight oozing slit?"

Vrelgor had no more strength to speak. He growled weakly, enjoying his aftermath while the dog swiped the thick slime from his dripping muzzle. He turned back upon Vrelgor in a moment, not stopping until he devoured every bit of cum.

Only then he retreated. Akerion's heavy steps mixed with the pitter patter of claws. They were leaving. Together.

"That was quite a sight."

Vrelgor shoved Dahrzin's hand away.

"Easy. I'm not going to lick you like that wolf did, certainly not on your snout."

"He was so hard..." Vrelgor blinked. "I never expected a wolf to be so big. He had this bulge beneath him. Felt like two stones pressed inside my..."

"Yeah, I know," Dahrzin said. "Had the pleasure to help out a few dogs before. Humans call it a knot. It ties the male and female together. Heard it is quite efficient at creating offspring, but that's beside the point."

The kobold's face grew serious. "Akerion is not stupid. He used you and his wolf to distract the eyes and ears of any nearby servant. While you growled your heart out Akerion whispered words in my ears."

"What...kind of words?"

"Not the kind you want to hear now. Get on your paws. He prepared a chamber for us."

"Tell me," Vrelgor rolled onto his legs, still aching from the wolf's ferocious pounding.

Dahrzin hesitated. After he looked around for a bit, he waved Vrelgor closer. "He does not want us to be his servants, dragon. He has enough of those. No...what he plans is something bigger than these walls. Bigger than his city. Akerion...Akerion wants me to resume my relationship with the guild."

"The rogues?"

"Not so loud!" Dahrzin hissed. "He just told me to talk to them, but whatever this is, it can't be good considering how highly he speaks of the Herald."

"What does he want from me?"

"Nothing so far, aside from joining in the games."

"What games?" Vrelgor hissed softly.

"I don't know! Whatever his beasts do upon these sands. We have lingered here for too long. Come. He has the servants waiting for us."

Vrelgor followed in Dahrzin's footsteps, conflicted and afraid just like the wolf was when he laid eyes upon him. A bit of pleasure never killed anyone, but if Dahrzin was right and Akerion was plotting something from the shadows, then perhaps coming here was more dangerous than any of them realized.

***END OF CHAPTER 11***

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