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Even after all they had put him through, the twins hadn't even thought to help him take off his chains. Well, the big red drake thought to himself, the devilish pair had probably thought about it and decided against it. Truth be told, the huge dragon had been tired of these manacles locking his legs together long before he made his escape from the slavers that had originally caught him. He'd been working on breaking the chains that locked his forelegs together, but all of the fire he poured onto them and all the rocks he had pounded them against had barely made a scratch in the thick metal links.

At least, he had escaped from the psychic pair. His ass still ached from all the pounding they had done to it. Sure, it seemed like they had been constantly horny--at any moment he could remember, it seemed like they had either been vent-deep inside him or they had been forcing themselves all the way down onto his cock.

Tessith growled at himself as he realized he was blushing and quickly becoming aroused to those thoughts. It wasn't like the proud dragon had really minded pounding every inch of his huge cock into the smaller ones. What bothered him was that he was a top, he was the one that dominated smaller dragons. Tessith huffed as the blush stubbornly clung to his earfins. He wasn't the sort of dragon to mewl and whine as he took smaller dragon's cocks. It wasn't so much the sex, he decided, it was that even when he was stretching one of the twins, they were still riding him instead of the other way around-- the twins had always been in control.

Tessith huffed again as the thoughts had their effect on him. His draconic cock was all the way out of his vent and rapidly stiffening. At least no one else was around to see the blush on his cheeks as he found himself wickedly aroused by his fall from grace and the sexy twin's psychic subjugation. He glanced down and caught his huge member throbbing at full stiffness. There was even clear fluid beading up on his pointed tip. His thick ridges were very pronounced, as were a few veins along the length of that cock, and he could even see his base swelling to reveal a thick pseudo-knot.

He huffed again, disappointed in his arousal. It had to be the twins and their powers--they probably had some kind of magic thing that was making him enjoy submissiveness much more than he should. He squirmed in place again, his cock throbbing needily for attention. His chains rattled softly against the ground and he glanced furtively around the clearing. He would have to take care of himself before moving on.

As far as he could tell, he was alone except for the chirping of some small birds enjoying the warm fall day. He glanced quickly around the clearing as if any voyeur would be able to tap right into his embarrassing thoughts.

Finally satisfied with his surroundings, the dragon shifted a few more times to try to bring himself to a comfortable flop on his side. The chains and bindings made sure that he couldn't really reach his cock, at least not comfortably, with either set of paws. He was a dragon, though, with a long, nimble neck. He'd become accustomed to a different form of masturbation.

Tessith leaned down to press his cock tip warmly against his muzzle. He rumbled, his tailtip flicking slowly as his tongue lapped over his cock, licking and sleeping over his pointed cockspade. he rumbled softly, his cock flexing to drool more pre out against his long tongue. After a few moments of tasting his heavy cock, he slowly pushed his hips forward part in his lips with his throbbing cock.

His moan was muffled as he pushed into his warm throat. He took his time to enjoy the sensation of his slow, lazy motions as well his cock pressing into his muzzle. Soon, his cock slid into his throat in the same gentle push. He murred, his rumbling vibrating into his cock. He finally finished his push, pressing his muzzle all the way up against his vent to make out with it for a few moments, a light blush coming back to his cheeks as soon as line and went over how much he loved the taste and the feel of his own cock in his throat. He'd always been told autofellatio was more like sucking a cock than getting a blowjob. Some naughty part of Tessith's mind enjoyed that thought entirely too much.

Tessith squirmed a bit to catch his hind leg on a large Stone sunk into the mountain forest's floor comma using the rock to brace himself as his hip started to work. He bucked and thrust eagerly into his muzzle, keeping his throat relaxed enough that he could fuck right into it. His panting was choked and muffled each time he kissed his muzzle with his vent. His breath rushed loudly through his nose as he began to exert himself in his awkward position. He was already getting close. He could feel his orgasm building, marked out by bigger, stronger shots of precum into his muzzle. He drank down every drop, unable to really admit to himself how much he enjoyed the feeling of those hot spurts of pre splashing over his tongue.

Tessith shifted again, his humps turning faster and needier. Hot, muffled grunts filled the clearing as he mated his muzzle, the drake eagerly fucking his own muzzle as he felt his orgasm coming quickly. Suddenly, the rock he was bracing against shifted under him. He his cock pulled from his muzzle and his chains caught the rock, pinning him to the ground. He grumbled, reaching down to start working that rock off the chain, his frustrated cock bouncing against his side as he shifted the stone.

"I need to get these chains off..." Tessith rumbled to himself.

He barely caught sight of the first net out of the corner of his eye before it hit him.

Tessith roared out, swiping ineffectively at the heavy rope with his bound forepaws. The reflexive motion did nothing but tangle him up for their internet and did less than nothing against the other three nets that fell on him, tossed from the brush around the clearing. Tessith blushed furiously as he realized his cock had only gotten harder as the nets caught him up. This was a life-or-death thing, weren't people supposed to lose their erections? Tessith whined loudly as he was completely tangled and immobilized, his cock only growing stiffer as the ropes tightened down. He mentally damned Rhill and Rell, still trying in vain to squirm as his assailants began to pour out of the bushes.

There were dozens of them pouring out of the trees. Kobolds, what looked to be a whole tribe, in all sorts of color is rushed from the underbrush. Muddy greens and browns led with diminutive spears, blue and red the followed, carrying an assortment of slings and short bows and a multitude of other rare colors that poured out of the bushes just as rowdy and loud as the kobolds that came out before them.

However, the crowd of kobolds that poured out of the forest, hooting and hollering their success, parted to allow a brilliant purple kobold passage to their quarry.

This kobold dwarfed the rest of the tribe, the creature standing 4 feet high. He still almost a full half foot taller than the rest of the kobolds that surrounded him. He carried an ornate shortsword. It was obviously well-crafted with thin gold lines running over and around the hilt and crosspiece. It was a marked contrast to the kobold's tribal loincloth and the sword frog made out of lashed vines. However, the thing Tessith really noted was the kobold's throbbing erection, jutting out of his vent, pushing his loincloth to the side.

Tessith groaned. "Not again..." he muttered.

The kobolds quickly surrounded him, triumphantly posing beside the bound dragon. He hoped that they wouldn't find his--Tessith squirmed, swearing the mentally as one kobold reached between his immobilized legs to grope over his still throbbing erection. "Looklook! Dragonthing likelike the nets!" He heard one exclaim to his compatriots.

"No..." Tessith rumbled, almost too quietly to be heard.

The purple kobold, however, called Tessith's attention again. He was flanked by four guards, all carrying short spears and small wooden shields that were decorated with a simple drawing of a red dragon's roaring head. Tessith guessed that it was the tribe's own insignia. The purple kobold strolled up to the dragon, doing his best to walk as properly as his frame would allow in order to claim the land directly in front of the dragon's muzzle. He cleared his throat and drew his sword. Tessithwinced with a growl that, to his displeasure, came out much more like a begging whine. "I am Sekis, leader of kobolds. I am bestbest warrior and bigbig dragonthing proof." He said, posing proudly in front of Tessith with his chest puffed out.

"I will not be a prize for your dominance games. I am a proud dragon!" Tessith replied.

Sekis grinned, a smile that showed his missing right fang and the intense glee he was feeling. "Well, dragonthing not very dominant now. Seesee, Sekis has hunted and captured bigbig dragonthing, now bigbig dragonthing is dominant as deer on spit."

Tessith couldn't reply, his mouth working as it searched for some reply that he couldn't quite come up with. The red dragon was only left blushing hotly. It certainly didn't help that more exploratory kobold hands were working their way over his hips and crotch, fondling over his excited, drooling cock and prying at his vents. He whined as he felt a set of hands and a tongue on his footpaw. Tessith yanked his foot back in preparation to kick off the kobold, but he only succeeded in getting his paw bound back in the net, completely exposing himself to the rowdy, lecherous tribe.

Tessith's attention was called back to the kobold in front of him as Sekis leaned to the side, hissing a command in sharp, pointed draconic. "Back! Is mine to take first."

The rest of the tribe backed away, slowly contenting themselves with lewd conversation and boastful bragging and bets. Sekis cleared his throat again after the harsh language left his throat, shifting back to a more comfortable and broken kobold speech. "Yesyes, bigbig dragonthing belong to Sekis now. Now, Lilzua." He called.

An obvious shaman slowly walked around from behind Sekis and his guard as he was called. His chosen profession was obvious from the staff taller than he was clanking and jangling with charms and bones as well as the subtly glowing runes painted over almost every inch of his naked body. Some runes Tessith recognized the most were of the shaman's own magical design. Tessith could feel the magic pouring off the quite kobold. The others could, too, considering the whole tribe quieted down as the mage approached the dragon.

Tessith's eyes were locked on to something else, however. Most of the runes were impenetrable to his scrutiny. Tessith could sense a few effects using his own magic but the most obvious runes both visibly and to Tessith's magical examination were the ones painted over the kobolds package. Glowing fertility runes were painted all over the shaman's generous package. The male's size was obviously augmented by his magic. There was no way that the kobold's huge balls and thick, nearly foot-long cock were due entirely to his genetics.

Tessith squirmed against the next as his eyes traced a lecherous stare over the male's package. The dragon's gaze was locked onto the kobold's pointed cockspade drooled precum, even though the kobold shaman was still fully flaccid. Sekis spread his legs slightly, reaching down to give his own stiff cock a few gropes. "Yesyes. Thanks to Lilzua foresight, our hunt was greatgreat success. Now, please be suresure Sekis have plenty cum to markmark my dragonthing."

The shaman nodded, producing a small wooden bowl from what seemed to be thin air. He knelt down reverently in front of the tribe's leader, his balls large enough to rest on the ground between his knee and his foot. He used his thumb in a single claw to sweep up some of the natural pigment in the bowl. He began to mumble, in a low tone, some ritualistic chant that seemed as based in any language Tessith could understand as the exotic runes covering the kobold's body.

With a few well-practiced motions, he painted a series of magical runes over the purple kobold's sac and along both sides of his cock. They began to take on a soft, pulsating glow as soon as each one was completed. Sekis groaned audibly as a few specific runes were completed, leaving the kobold even more aroused as the shaman finished his work.At this point, Sekis was even harder than he had been before. His black cock stood proudly in front of him, already starting to drool thick strands of glistening pre.

As Tessith watched, he seemed to see some of the more obvious effects of the magic take hold. The purple kobold's cock stayed stiff, almost painfully so, as the member seem to thicken and lengthen a few inches. Sekis's balls also swelled subtly, gaining some girth and a tremendous load. That load was large enough that white seed forced itself from the male's pointed cockspade, mixing with the over productive pre already drooling from that dick.

Sekis stepped forward, stroking his cock slowly. His fingers did not seem to damage the active runes but it was obvious he was holding himself back. Tessith managed to tear his eyes from the kobold's cock as Lilzua stood and approached the drake himself. The chieftain stood back, playing with his augmented bits as the shaman did his work.

Lilzua stepped forward, reaching out to gently stroke up the bridge the dragon's nose. Tessith growled quietly but the noise was quickly stopped when the shaman smacked Tessith on the top of the head with his jangling staff. It was quickly replaced by a soft whine, however, as the kobold matched his package up against the dragon's muzzle. It nearly enveloped Tessith's muzzle in hot, soft kobold flesh. Lilzua's huge balls rested on either side of his muzzle and the kobold's thick, leaky cock drooled pre over the front of his face. As enveloping as the embrace was, it didn't seem to be sexual. It was a simple matter of the short kobold's height as he stretched to paint a rune in the center of the dragon's forehead.

A soft tingle shot through the dragon as the shaman finished his rune. Tessith whined again into the huge sac smothering his muzzle before the shaman stepped back. Lilzua then made a show of painting another rune on the same place on Sekis's forehead. "The two of you are now linked. What harm befalls our chieftain will be reflected on you, Tessith. Be warned, any harm you cause to him will be returned threefold to you." Lilzua said.

Tessith barely had time to be surprised that the shaman had known his name before Lilzua grabbed Sekis's tail and suddenly yanked it up before giving a sharp smack to the kobold chieftain's ass. Tessith yelped as a stinging sensation spread through his rump at the same time. "I am not entirely unfair, dragon, even though you have been hunted. You will share in his pleasure, as well." Lilzua said.

The shaman's hand reach back to stroke along Sekis's shaft warmly massaging over the stiff length. Tessith gave a soft squirm in his bindings, biting his lip gently as pleasure flowed through him. It was not like there was some phantom stimulation stroking his erection as well, but the grope to Sekis's cock triggered sexual pleasure inside the male's mind. Tessith panted as the shaman let go of the chieftain's cock. "I am a dragon! I will not suffer to be your-"

"Shut up, dragonthing." Sekis growled. The rest of Tessith's refusal stuck in his throat. He couldn't tell if it was some sort of effect of the rune or if it was left over from whatever the twins had done to him. One more thought teased at the back of his mind, however; one much worse, terrifying thought. He might simply enjoy the treatment.

Tessith kept quiet as the kobold stepped up, patting the dragon's muzzle. His four guards stepped forward as well, leveling their spears at the dragon' s head. When Tessith failed to open his muzzle instantly for Sekis's dripping cock, he pressed it against his lips and one of the guards gave a light poke to the dragon's snout. Tessith yelped and shot a glare of the offending kobold. The sound and his anger were instantly dissolved as Sekis seized the chance to slide his stiff cock right into the dragon's muzzle.

Tessith could not believe how good it felt. As vain and as glorious as the dragon was, he could barely be offended at the kobold's bold penetration. He moaned softly around the male's stiff cock while he squirmed in the net. He was no longer trying to escape, but he was trying to ineffectively push more of the kobold's shaft into his muzzle.

A deep blush tinted Tessith's earfins. He couldn't believe himself. Every bit of his ego was yelling at him to keep fighting, to growl, to do something other than need this kobold's dick.

He couldn't. Tessith simply couldn't. With sensations pouring through him were too strong, his need too great to do anything but please this tiny scalie. His mouth tingled with pleasure as the kobold thrust his cock into the big dragon's muzzle. It was all he could do to wrap his tongue around that stiff cock well squirming and pushing in his bindings as erotic pleasure ran through him.

The rest of the tribe could wait no longer. Tessith managed to whine as the waiting kobolds descended on him. Tongues and groping hands worked over his belly and his crotch while the shameless creatures worked themselves eagerly against the dragon. He felt them work every inch of his cock with tongues and hands while he felt the tribe grinding their own cocks over his scales. Tongues worked his footpaws, worshiping his soft pads between eager humps from kobold cocks. He felt them slip between his toes and grind against his pads, dripping and spreading precum over his saliva-drenched paws.

Tessith even felt smaller kobold cocks grind against his own shaft, whenever one of the hunters could fit in between his compatriots. Tongues and fingers worked his vents, pressing boldly into his cock-stuffed male vent and his tight tailvent--though it seemed the rowdy kobolds were avoiding actually mating him. Though, they seemed to have few other qualms. He felt them fuck into his tight malevent a few times and nearly every other part of his lower body and both sets of paws fell victim to the kobold's grinding.

The guard stood ready, even if they had lost a bit of decorum. Their own cocks had brushed their loincloths to the side and one even had his spear braced on his hips so he could use his hand to stroke his cock. Tessith supposed that he didn't look much of a threat in this position. He was tightly bound and covered in kobolds--between the tough netting, the chains, and the fact that their leader was fucking his muzzle, and the glorious red dragon couldn't cloak how much he loved every second of that cock pounding his maw, he supposed it wasn't a surprise that they let their guard down.

Tessith was too drunk with pleasure to even remotely consider any plan of escape. He was too busy enjoying the attention of the rest of the tribe--their touches, though lecherous and horny, were almost worshipful. They had some sense of reverence to them, one that mirrored the worship that his tongue and muzzle laid onto the kobold cock in his maw. His tongue wrapped around the entire length of that shaft, the dragon giving a hot moan around it, before it pushed up between his lips to nimbly wrap around the kobold's enhanced sac.

Sekis let out a moan, starting to thrust and hump into the dragon's muzzle. He reached up to wrap his hands around the dragon's horns, starting to add his thrusts to the blowjob with that added leverage. Tessith panted hotly against the male's abs before a sensation from behind forced a moan out around Sekis's cock.

He couldn't turn his head to look, but the generous cock pushing into his tailvent and the feeling of the shaman's huge sac resting against his ass and the inside of his thigh were more than enough to tell him exactly what was going on.

Tessith whined; it was a different sound than the insolent ones before. This one was a needy beg for more as he was spit roasted by the two diminutive kobolds with the rest of their tribe groping and molesting his proud form. He could feel his scales slicken with cum as horny kobolds finished grinding on him, only for more of the small creatures to step up and start working him again. His feet, especially, were soaked quickly in kobold cum and saliva. However, the oral worship had waned in favor of grinding against and fucking his broad, plush soles.

Sekis growled dominantly as he thrust hard and fast into the dragon's muzzle. His balls smacked roughly into the dragon's chin with each thrust, echoed by the shaman's huge sac smacking against his thigh. Lilzua's large cock almost rivaled the endowments on the pair of dragons that he had just escaped from. It wasn't going to take Sekis too much longer, at least judging by the way each thrust was accompanied by a prodigal splash of hot seed into his muzzle. Tessith couldn't help but gulp down every bit of fluid Sekis fed him, his body eager for every last drop.

Pre splashed generously into his vent, making the shaman's way easy. The magician wasn't going easy on him, however. Tessith assumed that his slow, thoughtful disposition was a hint to the way he would treat the dragon but as the shaman reamed his ass, Tessith found that his assumption was quite wrong. He slammed into the dragon's tight ass, pounding with a feral vigor that could only have been born of the enhanced strength runes across his body.

Tessith tried his best to hold on, to keep the last scrap of his dignity intact, to hold his orgasm back until after the other male's had finished. With pleasure racking his form from both sides and the perverse excitement he felt from being helpless to this lecherous tribe--he failed.

His roar was muffled as Sekis pushed into his muzzle, pressing himself deep into the drake's maw. Even still, Tessith's whole body tensed up against his bindings, leaving the dragon panting and gasping loudly as he came.

Seed poured from his stiff shaft in hot, thick spurts. A tremendous pent-up rush of hot seed poured from his cock in large blasts. As he squirmed in his chains, seed splashed and strung between the ropes of the net and over the kobolds grinding and working against him. One poor kobold had been grinding his cock tip against the dragon's own. The force of that first blast knocked him onto his ass and soaked him head to toe in hot dragon cum.

Most of the other kobolds didn't escape unscathed, either. Many had been grinding on the dragon's belly and forepaws and most caught some of the dragon's orgasm, though none to the same degree as the sputtering, rock-hard kobold that had gotten completely painted. Tessith's clenching vent, working hard over the shaman's cock as he came, was enough to send the magically-enhanced, horny kobold over the edge. With a feral growl, he thrust in, working his thick cock against the dragon's flexing prostate as he hilted himself in the quadruped male.

Lilzua's huge balls pulled up, grinding possessively against the dragon as his enhanced load poured into Tessith. Tessith gasped around Sekis's cock as the shaman's orgasm blossomed inside of him. He felt another huge shot pour into him. Tessith was already drooling from his vent around the shaman's cock and the rest of the overproductive kobold's cum served simply to overflow him. Lilzua was far from done, however, and his generous endowment just kept pumping into Tessith.

The red squirmed, panting hotly around Sekis's cock. Even the twins couldn't rival the output of the shaman--not by a long shot. He was completely flooded and stuffed full of heated seed. The cum just kept pouring into him, overflowing from his rump to drool down his hips and thigh.

Tessith didn't have too much time to dwell on the orgasm behind him. Waves of pleasure, fed into his mind by the magical link, crashed into him as Sekis's orgasm came to a head. He growled, thrusting dominantly into Tessith's sucking maw. His hands drove the dragon's horns as his cock slammed into the bound dragon's muzzle. "Yesyes..." He growled through gritted teeth.

His nuts pressed hard against Tessith's chin as his cock pulsed in the grip of Tessith's nimble tongue. The kobold's shaft began to spill shot after shot of hot seed into his muzzle. Sekis's powerful orgasm was only augmented by the glowing runes on his balls. His knees quivered with the intensity of his orgasm. Tessith, sharing intimately in the kobolds pleasure, could only shiver, moan, and shake while he gulped as quickly as he could. Even as fast as he could gulp between moans, thick white seed still dripped from the corners of his muzzle.

That alone drew another deep blush onto the red dragon's earfrills; a blush that suddenly intensified to burn to the center of the red dragon's core when Sekis pulled himself out of the dragon's muzzle and made a show of finishing off over his face.

Shots of hot seed splashed over his red scales, quickly turning the dragon's face white. Sekis's scent marked him and his seed soaked the dragon's face entirely. The kobold was productive enough that seed even began to drool and drip down his neck. In his embarrassment, Tessith even caught himself holding his muzzle open to catch strands of hot kobold cum across his tongue.

Finally, it was over. Sekis's throbbing cock began to soften to drool the last of his messy orgasm over the ground and his large feet, and the shaman pulled back with a messy gush of cum over the dragon's thigh. Tessith squirmed, half-heartedly pushing against the sticky nets that kept him tied down. The scent of kobold cum clung to his scales and filled the clearing, and it seemed that the bound dragon was almost more white than red at this point. Sticky seed dripped off him and clung to his face and belly. His cock was soaked as well, his chains and stomach coated with the orgasm that his submissiveness had triggered.

He squirmed defeatedly on the ground under the kobold tribe. Sekis grinned wide, lifting his large footpaw to press it down on the much larger dragon's muzzle, pinning his cum-soaked head down against the ground. "Yesyes. Dragonthing belongs to Sekis, to tribe. Bestbest warriors we are, dragonthing will help us fightfight and hunt! We will be bigbig clan, biggest, most glorious clan ever!" Sekis spoke.

The rest of the clan, nearly as messy as the dragon, interrupted into excited cheers and yells as their chieftain finished his speech. "Now, dragonthing," Sekis growled leaning down to speak directly to the bound drake, "You knowknow your place. Dragonthing belongs to Sekis now and so dragonthing must do as Sekis requests. Now, Sekis is goodgood leader so dragonthing will be part of tribe. Will be cared for, but Dragonthing must also care for tribe."

Tessith closed his eyes. That foot still pressed down on him as he held still. He was a proud dragon, he belonged only to himself and he ruled over the land he conquered. Well, he would if he still had territory, or if his pride wasn't dripping with kobold seed. He kept trying to convince himself of his nature, of his draconic dominance telling him to never submit, least of all to these diminutive kobolds, but there was some little part deep in the back of his mind doing its damnedest to convince him that his rightful place was under this kobold's foot. He tried desperately to deny and in his head, to blame the thoughts on the perverted mages that had cast on him, leaving him to only hope, desperately, that the delicious need for submissiveness was not who he truly was. Except, Tessith made one frightening realization; even past all the magic, Tessith loved every second of this.

Sekis spread his soft toes over the dragon's soak snout, pressing down slightly harder. "Dragonthing, saysay that you know your place." He ordered.

Tessith suddenly noticed that the rest of the clan had gone quiet. He squirmed slightly underneath that foot, glancing quickly between Sekis's dominant toes and the rest of the clan. Finally, after a few nervous heartbeats, he spoke. "I... Concede. I am now part of this clan, having been captured in combat."

"And what will dragonthing do when Sekis orders?"

Tessith squirmed again, only tying him up further in the net that wrapped around him. "Whatever Sekis orders."

Sekis grinned wide, licking his lips. "Then begbeg to lick Sekis's feet clean."

The dragon gasped softly, glancing around to the assembled kobolds. Real dragons didn't beg, they didn't service. "Please... Let me lick your seed off the most powerful warrior's toes." Tessith managed to force the words out of his mouth, his eyes turned down.

Sekis grinned wide, pulling his foot back to let the dragon move his muzzle up. His toes wiggled in front of the dragon, invited him forward to worship his toes. Tessith whined softly, glancing again between the other horny tribe members watching, before he slowly moved his muzzle forward, pressing his lips against Sekis's soft sole. He hesitantly nuzzled a few times before he realized that the motion was only coating the dominant kobold's foot with more cum. He took a deep breath before he finally let his lips part, allowing his long, prehensile tongue to press out and slurp over those soles. Giggles and muted jeers from the other kobolds drove another blush back onto Tessith's cum-coated face. His tongue worked hard over Sekis's soles, trying to clean them as quickly as he could.

Tessith's heart pounded in his chest as he was forced to look up at the kobold, his view partially blocked by the male's toes. He pressed his tongue hard against the kobold's soft soles, teasing up against those plush toes. Sekis was wearing a broad grin, his toes splaying and wiggling every so often between the scrunches that grabbed Tessith's slick muscle. Tessith found himself enjoying the action far too much, a fact that was driven into him as kobold hands groped his re-stiffening cock.

Tessith whined hotly when Sekis pushed his saliva-slick sole harder against his muzzle. He made a show of working the drake's snout with his toes with one hand idly stroking his cock before he suddenly pulled his foot away.

Tessith had not planned for the motion and his tongue followed the kobold's foot. His whine turned needy as the male's paw pulled out of range before he suddenly remembered where he was--whining for more licks of the dominant kobold's foot in front of the whole tribe of warriors.

He shut the sound off instantly, his marked face burning with embarrassment, and he looked away from the group. Sekis kept his wide grin as he watched his new dragon's antics. The tribe was getting antsy, though, and he could tell it was time for them to march back to the camp victoriously. At least the dragon was remarkably cooperative. With those chains already on him, it wasn't too much of a surprise. "Yesyes. Pullpull nets and we bring dragonthing back to camp." He ordered.

Tessith was immensely relieved to hear the command. Even still, it did take the better part of half an hour to fully extricate the dragon from the multitude of thick hemp nets that the kobolds had thrown. His wiggling and thrashing had quite effectively tied him up. The kobolds didn't really help that much, either. They still took every chance to take a break and molest the helpless dragon during the process.

Finally, Tessith was freed from the nets, though his chains were just as restrictive as ever. One of the kobolds had poked them a few times with a spear but when that failed to yield any results, other than the shaman hissing at him, he quickly left the pursuit of that idea.

Tessith, though 'freed', was thoroughly cowed. His embarrassment burned deep in his breast as the proud warriors surrounded him as the shaman and chieftain led them through the forest. Though he would never admit it, least of all to himself, Tessith loved every moment of it.

The walk back was somewhat uneventful. The chief and shaman discussed some more serious matters in a low tone that didn't reach Tessith's ears. The rest of the tribe spent the walk making fun of the drake and the unlucky kobold that was still soaked head to toe in the dragon's semen. They also spent quite a bit of the walk trying to molest the dragon whenever they got a chance. Tessith had to spend quite a bit of time lately swatting the horny things off with his hindpaws and tail while they hiked.

The kobold encampment was only a few miles from where it had been captured. At first, Tessith was surprised when the patrol came to a stop at a section the forest that looked no different from the rest. The same old-growth trees flanked them and the same soft noises of the forest surrounding them.

Focusing, Tessith could sense there was magic at play. However, he couldn't tell exactly where or how powerful it was. That fact alone was enough to put him on edge and he turned to glance nervously at the shaman. Lilzua turned to the dragon when the patrol came to a stop.

Tessith chewed his lip, forcing himself to hold still. The shaman looked him over with a furrowed brow for several long seconds. He took a slow breath before he began another series of low, incomprehensible chants. The shaman lifted a finger and slowly began to trace out another rune on the dragon's flank. The motions of his finger laid glowing lines atop his scales in a rune that Tessith actually recognized, 'Vision'. His low chanting stopped in time with his finger. Tessith blinked and a world suddenly opened up in front of him.

Rope bridges were strung across the trees, linking small arboreal huts built in the thick middle boughs of the older trees. Several small bonfires burned at ground level between larger A-frame constructs built against the trunks of the larger trees. Kobolds scurried around the encampment, quickly scaling trees and working in the village. Pigs roasted above most of the fires on spits alongside large flat rocks piled with produce and edible vegetation. The sudden smell of the feast was intense, and Tessith's belly reminded him that his latest meal was well in the past.

However, the sheer scale of the hidden kobold camp made Tessith stare at the shaman with a new respect for his power. He had known that the quiet mage was powerful, but he'd wrongly assumed that his spells were focused simply on the perverted runes that endowed him with such over-ample assets. However, the amount of power that it would take to cloak such a large area constantly was enough to make Tessith reverent of the mage's power.

Tessith's thoughts were interrupted as two hordes of kobolds rushed each other. One, from the camp, haphazardly sprinted towards the group to greet their warriors and their unusual catch with cheers and hollers, and the other was the wave of triumphant warriors rushing to greet their mates and the other kobolds.

They met in the middle in a manner entirely indistinguishable from battle. They yelled and clashed, pushing and working rowdily against each other. Many even engaged in ground fighting and wrestling as the shameless, horny kobolds found and fucked their mates in the middle of the melee. The noise was quite jarring to Tessith as the patrol had gone from casual conversation to the raucous noise of clashing kobolds and rowdy civilization.

Tessith was only spared for a few seconds. The first of the tribe to break through the line of returning warriors made a beeline to the bound dragon. Tessith quickly found himself assaulted by curious, ever-horny kobolds. He felt more hands rush to his undertail and package faster than anywhere else, though the rest of those touches certainly didn't spare the rest of his body. He wondered, for a moment, about the fearlessness of the tribe but he realized that their chieftain's scent and his cum still covered his face. Suddenly, he heard a voice ring out in his mind. "Display." Lilzua's voice ordered.

Tessith only managed to glance at the shaman, who looked like he had simply begun meditating before he lost his will to combat the order. He took a deep breath, flooding his muzzle with Sekis's scent, and slowly spread his legs.

Tessith only started the motion before it was out of his control. He managed to spread his legs out several inches before the excited kobold's hands forced them all the way apart. Groping fingers pried at his vents, fondling his well-used tailvent and stuffing themselves into his tight maleslit before his erecting cock shoved them back out. His dick, put on display for the lecherous kobolds, was quickly covered in groping kobold fingers and stiffened rather quickly to their stimulation. He glanced down to notice several kobolds grinding their modest shafts along his own; it looked like they were comparing in front of the rest of the kobolds that had managed to push forward enough to molest the drake.

Tessith glanced around for Sekis and the shaman, but he only caught a glance at the two talking as they made off into the village, leaving him at the mercy of the tribe. His view was cut off as the tribe managed enough coordination to shove him over onto his back. Several yelped as he fell back, managing to scramble up onto him to get out of the way. It seemed like the motion didn't stop when he did, and the kobolds behind the first few disorganized ranks followed through to push those in the front ranks right up on top of the dragon.

Tessith's chains clanked as he squirmed under the weight of the kobolds. There were enough to weigh heavily on his chest and their motions made sure to keep him tightly pinned. He quickly found himself losing track of what was rubbing where. He had kobolds working hands, feet, cocks, slits, and whole bodies against every part of him, turning any specific touch into a cacophony of stimulation.

His toes gripped and worked along kobolds that worked his soles, fucking his soft pads. His forepaw digits worked into moaning kobold vents that guided him with their nimble tails gripping around his digits and his tongue worked hard over everything offered to him. His tail fared no better. He quickly lost count of how many kobold shafts feverishly drilled into his tailhole for sloppy seconds after the shaman's use. They weren't the size he was used to, of course, seeming to be only about a third to a half of what the twins had been, but the kobolds made up for their smaller size quite effectively with their insatiable eagerness.

Tessith didn't even try to count the number of kobolds that had him. He could only tell the passage of time between glimpses of the sky when kobolds switched off his muzzle and by how slick his scales were with cum. Eventually, however, the frenzy wore down. He managed to catch glimpses of sated kobolds stumbling off between the ones switching to use his muzzle while the touches over the rest of his body gradually lessened. Soon he was left with only a few kobolds atop him. Even then they soon finished over him and left the dragon, panting and exhausted. Tessith squirmed a bit, assessing himself while he watched the kobolds returned to their day in the village.

The orgy seemed to take at least an hour or so, judging by the position of the sun, but he couldn't pick out either the shaman or the chieftain among the crowd still in the village. He sighed and flopped his head back, trying to recover his breath.

He finally noticed the large kobold standing nervously behind him. Honestly, Tessith didn't know how it missed the remarkable creature, even in the frenzied orgy. He was certainly unlike the other kobolds, both in body and demeanor. Perhaps Tessith had been too occupied by the tribe to notice him standing behind him, blushing furiously, or perhaps he arrived only recently. Either way, Tessith took his time evaluating the newcomer.

He was big. He stood above four feet by several inches. He was even taller than Sekis. That size was further enhanced by just how broad he was. Thick muscles swelled out over his arms and chest and his scent made the reason quite clear. He smelled of smoke, steel, and coal and his dull green scales were scarred here and there with black marks from flames and hot metal. This must be a blacksmith, Tessith thought, a rarity among kobolds. Kobolds were rarely seen with metal weapons and kobold metalworkers were almost unheard of. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. Nothing else about this tribe was particularly normal.

However, a few other things stood out to Tessith about this strange kobold. Namely, Tessith noticed the blush on his cheeks and the thick shaft that was barely hidden by his large loincloth. He squirmed in place as he noticed that he drew the dragon's attention before giving a hesitant wave. Even as tired as Tessith was, he couldn't help but melt to the cute kobold. He slowly turned onto a side to get a more direct look. "What is your name?" He rumbled.

The kobold blushed even more as he was directly addressed. He took a moment to reply, carefully tucking his hands behind his back. "I, um, they callcall me Vullask." He managed.

"And you're the blacksmith?" Tessith asked.

Vullask nodded quickly, simply squirming in place in front of the dragon. Tessith chuckled. "Well, you must be, with a tool like that."

Smith closed his eyes, his cheeks and earfins turning bright red. He opened his mouth to reply but it took him several tries as his large cock began to stiffen. "Dragonthing likelike?" He managed to say.

Tessith grinned as his eyes traced over the smith's beefy erection. He spent some time enjoying the view as the kobold's foot-long member stiffened up and pushed his loincloth aside, revealing the whole of the thick draconic length and the generous sac underneath. Tessith licked his lips. He admired that cock, half expecting to see the shaman's glowing marks on Vullask's generous endowment, but the cock was bare of any runes. Vullask stood, squirming gently in place, as he felt the dragon's eye heavy on him. "So, um, does Vullask just climbclimb up and..." He started, biting his lip as he gestured shakily at the dragon.

"Vullask want to fuckfuck dragonthing?" Tessith teased, in an approximation of the kobold accent--he wasn't quite able to let the words flow off his tongue in the same eager manner that the kobolds babbled.

Vullask nodded sheepishly. He stood still in front of the dragon, his cock stiffly throbbing in front of him, already dripping small strands of clear precum onto his feet as they gently gripped the ground. When the drake made no move forward, he managed to speak up again. "Yesyes." He began pausing for another moment, "Vullask want to fuckfuck dragonthing a-as-ass-tail." He said, his voice getting quieter as he trailed off near the end.

Tessith chuckled to himself, his tail twitching as he listened to the shy kobold. How could he say no to that, especially after the way the rest of the tribe had treated him? The big dragon nodded and shifted again to gesture the kobold over with a cum-soaked forepaw.

Vullask squirmed, biting his lip nervously as he took a few hesitant steps towards the dragon. Tessith chuckled to himself again, very much enjoying the bashful, shy kobold. He slowly moved onto his back laying out for the kobold. Vullask finally managed to pad up to the dragon, slowly reaching out to gently stroke along the inside of his thigh. Tessith rumbled, letting the kobold go at his own pace.

Vullask blushed furiously as his fingers ran down the side of the dragon's warm leg. He took a few minutes to gently touch up and down Tessith's thigh, barely managing to dip his fingers almost all the way down each time, closing in to brush his hips. Tessith fancied that he could see the kobold's heart pounding in his chest as he gently touched the dragon; obviously, he was admiring the dragons pride and the kobold would need a little bit of a push to go further.

Tessith spread his legs wider. Vullask blushed deeply as the dragon was left fully displayed, his tailbase right in front of the small kobold. Vullask froze in place with his cock throbbing and his fingers still resting on the inside of the dragon's thighs. "Well, come on and fuck this dragon, cutie."

The blacksmith managed to gulp and nod, his thick cock throbbing needily between his legs. Finally, the kobold finally gained some courage. Vullask reached up and clambered onto the dragon's tail, his cheek scales tinted bright red. He struggled his way up to straddle the dragon, taking a deep breath as he finally found himself sitting on the base of the drake's tail. Tessith rumbled softly, peeking around the chains resting on his front as well as his stiff erection to watch the kobold play. The blacksmith swallowed again, working up his courage to gently reach down and touch over the dragon's sticky hips.

It took him a few more moments to work himself up to actually molest the dragon. Slowly and gingerly, his fingers worked forward to gently touch over the dragon's swollen malevent. Tessith's spire throbbed and drooled as the kobold touched those lips, leaving the small lizard blushing brightly while he stared, mesmerized, at the glistening strands of precum dripping off Tessith's pointed cocktip.

Eventually, the blacksmith slowly dipped his fingers lower. They stroked ever closer to Tessith's well-used tailvent and he soon he felt the kobold tense up and he closed in on the dragon's ass. With a small squeak, Vullask finally found his mark.

Tessith let out a soft rumble, almost a purr, as the kobold's fingers teased slowly over the lips of his tailvent. Vullask paused as he heard the noise before he continued shyly, his fingers gently stroking and fondling the dragon's messy tailhole. With a bright blush, he finally pressed his fingers into Tessith's rump.

The kobold barely had to try to press his fingers into the dragon's well-used vent before his fingers slipped in. He wiggled the pair slightly, a moan from the dragon accompanied by a warm clench of that tunnel around the kobold's fingers. Vullask moaned hotly himself, biting his lip as the dragon's tunnel worked around his pair of fingers. His large cock throbbed needily, pressing against the dragon's tail base as it leaked pre over the male's scales. "Dragonthing hothot inside..."

"Mhm, feels good?" Tessith asked.

"Yesyes..." Vullask trailed off.

"Well, imagine how good it's going to feel around that big cock of yours." Tessith growled back.

Vullask blushed brightly and actually moaned quietly at the thought. Tessith clenched around his fingers again, grinding himself back up against the kobold. Vullask squirmed in place, slowly pulling his fingers free from the dragon. With a gulp he reached down, adjusting the tip of his large cock until it gently pressed against the dragon's vent.

Vullask shivered softly at the sensation and Tessith replied with a teasing moan. The kobold had paused again, so Tessith arched his hips up to mash his cum-soaked to vent against the kobold's tip. The blacksmith shivered, biting his lip as he watched that vent spread slightly against his cocktip, feeling the internal heat of the dragon against his sensitive member. "Go ahead, put it in me." Tessith rumbled.

Vullask nodded quickly, his eyes shut tight in his cheek scales bright red. He took a deep breath as his fingers returned to that vent and gingerly pressed into the dragon's hips to spread those lips a little bit more. The small kobold rose up and began to press his hips forward. Vullask gave a hot, eager gasp as his tip pressed into the dragon's slick tailvent. Heat surrounded the muscular kobold's thick tip and Tessith forced himself to relax and let the kobold take his time. The blacksmith huffed softly as he paused with just his tip inside of the dragon's hot vent. "D-dragonthing feel goodgood..." He managed.

Tessith rumbled warmly, giving a slight clench around that tip. Vullask gasped hotly, squirming in pleasure on the dragon's tail. "You know, it feels even better when you start thrusting." Tessith rumbled, unable to keep his arousal out of his voice.

The kobold nodded, taking a few moments to steel himself and gather his courage. He took a deep breath and finally lifted his hips a little bit more, pushing into Tessith. They both moaned as the blacksmith sunk the whole length of his cock into the dragon's slick, sloppy tunnel in a single long push. Tessith tried to keep himself relaxed but as that thick cock pushed into him and came to rest right against the dragon's prostate, it was all Tessith could do to keep himself from moaning eagerly and clenching himself around the kobold's cock.

Vullask shuddered in pleasure when he felt his balls come to rest against the dragon's hips. His entire length was left engulfed in the dragon's hot rump. The kobold's lecherous eyes admired the cum welling up from the dragon's vent around his cock and the way the drake's slick ventlips squeezed around his shaft. Vullask's cock throbbed eagerly inside of the dragon and with his tip throbbing against Tessith's prostate it seemed that he had full control over the horny dragon below him. Thankfully, for Tessith's sake, Vullask was either too shy or too distracted to realize the level of dominance he had over the big dragon.

However, the kobold could not belive how good it actually felt to put his entire cock inside of something. He took a few more seconds to throb inside of the dragon before he started to pull back. Both males gave a hot moan and shared in a shudder as that thick cock slid slickly back out, halting only when the base of the kobold's pointed cockhead tugged at the dragon's entrance. Vullask's thick cock dripped with cum, the sloppy leftovers of the orgy stringing off the kobold's shaft in glistening strands that connected back to the drake's swollen vent.

Vullask tugged a few more times, admiring the way that the drake's vent moved before he found himself too eager to keep teasing. He took another deep breath before leaning forward, bracing himself on his palms on either side of Tessith's cock before he worked his hips into a slow rhythm.

Tessith was glad for the contrast. Compared to the frenzy he had just gone through, Vullask's long, slow thrusts were a treat--especially as each push ground the kobold's softer tip right against the dragon's prostate. The pleasure forced embarrassing mewls and gasps out of the large dragon and, even as mortifying as such submissive sounds were, Tessith could only enjoy the kobold's fat cock thrusting into him.

It didn't take either of them too long before their orgasm began to build inside of them. The shy kobold's cock touched every little pleasure spot inside of the dragon and each thrust into the drake's sloppy seconds was enough to make the kobold shudder and moan. A few minutes blurred into a tingling, pleasurable session until the kobold shivered, pausing at the height of his thrust as he felt his orgasm coming. "Dragonthing goodgood fuck..." He managed, before plunging in again.

Tessith's reply was lost in a deep, gasping moan as the kobold slammed all the way in and the first shot of hot seed splashed across the drake's prostate. Tessith shuddered as he felt the kobold start to pour a copious orgasm into him and he was suddenly distracted as Vullask, losing his balance with the sudden rush of pleasure, wrapped his arms around the dragon's stiff cock.

Tessith would've loved to admit the blacksmith's stimulation to the dragon's shaft was what had put him over the edge but the humiliating truth was that the moment the kobold came in him, the dragon peaked. The fact that the kobold hugged his shaft only served to aim Tessith's dick down so that his orgasm splashed over the chains on his belly and over his bright red, shamefully embarrassed cheekscales.

Vullask was too caught up in his orgasm to read into the dragon's emotions. His cock pulsed and poured shot after shot of hot cum into the dragon. Seed splashed over and filled the drake, the copious orgasm easy to feel inside of him even after the results of the orgy, especially as each blast poured directly over the dragon's prostate.

The kobold was left panting, clinging to the dragon's dick as his tremendous orgasm finished off. The dragon's front was a mass of new seed and his cum dripped off his tip and face. Tessith huffed softly, clenching his tunnel around the kobold's cock to revel in the shiver it teased from the smaller male.

It took Vullask a few moments to recover his breath and release the dragon's thick cock. He squirmed as his cock moved inside the drake, the oversensitive shaft making him shiver. He began to pull his hips back, blushing a bit as he watched the dragon's tailvent move with his motions before his cock came free with a rush of hot cum.

Tessith couldn't stop himself from peeking to admire the kobold's length. Thick strands of hot cum linked his soaked cock to his tailvent and thick pearls of seed drooled down the kobold's smooth balls. Cum even drooled out of the drake's tailvent and even from the view alone, Tessith found himself breathing heavily again. Vullask blushed as he noticed the dragon's admiration, gently turning his hips to show off his dripping member. He could feel his heart pounding in butterflies in his stomach has he came up with another desired. It took him a moment but once he gathered his courage, he managed to mumble out his request.

Tessith cocked his head. "What was that?"

Vullask blushed deeply, swallowing a lump in his throat before repeating himself. "Dragonthing cleanclean?"

Tessith licked his lips slowly as he made a show of debating the male's request. Vullask's cheeks burned bright red and his dick throbbed stiffly in front of him before Tessith came to his decision. "Mn, of course. Let me lick all that cum off your beefy dick."

The kobold blushed brightly, nodding excitedly as he shifted to stand on the dragon, carefully picking his way over the male's sticky front and his chains. It only took a few moments before he was standing somewhat proudly in front of the dragon, his big dick still dripping cum onto Tessith's front.

Tessith took a moment to stare down the barrel of the blacksmith's beefy dick. His cumslit was still drooling cum and the kobold's pointed tip was streaked and glistening with white. Seed dripped along the ridges on the male's dick and thick drops of seed drooled slowly off the kobold's balls.

Vullask waited patiently, his hands behind his back and his hips swaying from side to side. Tessith leaned forward to gently press his lips against the kobold's cocktip, showing off with a warm, wet kiss on the smaller male's tip. Vullask shivered softly, gently pressing himself in against the dragon's lips.

As much as Tessith wanted to open his lips right away, he pulled his muzzle back to warmly kiss along the side of the kobold's cock. Smith blushed hotly, his big dick throbbing eagerly as he pressed his shaft against the dragon's soft attentions. Tessith panted softly as he laid tender kisses along that cock before slowly pulling back, a strand of cum stringing between his lips and the kobold's messy cock.

Vullask shivered softly, panting gently as he bucked his hips forward, begging for the dragon to suck him off. As horny as Tessith was, he could only oblige.

The kobold shivered hotly as Tessith wrapped his hot muzzle around the kobold's cum-streaked cock. The dragon's tongue slurped eagerly along that throbbing shaft, working over the length before it wrapped nimbly around the kobold's heavy cock. Vullask blushed deeply, reaching forward to grab one of the dragon's horns to steady himself as his other hand gently rubbed against the dragon's cheek. His shaft, still somewhat sensitive from his recent orgasm, pulsed and throbbed against the drake's tongue. A warm suckle teased a moan out of the small creature and forced his eyes shut. When his eyes opened again he found himself staring directly into the drake's eyes.

The kobold opened his mouth to say something but a few warm squeezes and twists of the dragon's tongue made whatever statement he was going to make disappear into the aether. He was left with his muzzle hanging open and his tongue lolled out. Hot pants signaled his enjoyment of the dragon started to bob slowly back and forth, letting the cool air contrast with the heat of his muzzle. Vullask's toes clenched to grip on the dragon's scales, his fingers wiggling and tightening on the dragon's bobbing muzzle.

Tessith took his time tasting over the kobold's large shaft. He had to admit to himself that he was enjoying this; it was a striking difference to almost all of his recent encounters. Between the calmness and the fact that this was the most dominant he had been in recent weeks, having this well-endowed kobold humping his muzzle was downright refreshing, even though he could still feel the kobold's cum deep inside of him.

Tessith rumbled throatily as he started to bob a bit faster, taking care to kiss the kobold's crotch on each press. His tongue squeezed the length of the male's dick as he worked gentle gasps and moans out of the kobold before shifting again. His tongue slithered forward, working all along the kobold's cock as the prehensile tongue breach Tessith's lips. It strained and stretched, before finally reaching its mark.

That talented tongue eagerly wrapped around the kobold's large sac, pushing itself to press against the male's heavy, loose stones. That hot muscle worked its way between those nuts, pulling the kobold's sac upwards as the tip of that tongue snaked back along it.

Vullask let out a deep moan, both from the feel of that hot tongue squeezing along his sac and his slick member throbbing in Tessith's caress. The kobold squirmed in place, his strong muscles tightening down as he slowly began to take over.

Tessith tried to fight of the bet, mostly instinctually, as he was rather enjoying the closest thing to dominance he could remember. As the buff kobold began to control the thrusting of the dragon's head, Tessith couldn't help a blush from encroaching on his face. Vullask tugged and slowly worked the dragon's muzzle back and forth along his shaft. His fingers tightened against the drake's working muzzle and his panting turned slightly less restrained. Tessith could feel the kobold's orgasm building quickly in the trembling kobold.

Vullask couldn't believe it. His heart pounded in his chest while he drove the dragon's muzzle back and forth. He was really doing it, he was fucking a dragon...Again. He shivered, panting hotly as his dick throbbed and the drake's muzzle. It was just as good as he remembered it, even better than he could have thought while fantasizing nightly. The muzzle, the ass, the dragon's form; but most of all, the little thing that boosted the kobold's enjoyment far past anything he could've imagined--the dragon was obviously loving this.

Vullask hoped that it wasn't him ascribing his fantasy onto the dragon. He hoped that the dragon's moans and blushes were genuine. Vullask was always bad at reading people but he knew that the dragon wanted this, wanted him.

Vullask's worries collapsed as another orgasm slammed into him. A roar tore itself from his throat, a sound that, further in the town, turned heads and was possibly the loudest noise Vullask had made in his entire life. It heralded the rush of hot cum pumping into the dragon's muzzle. Vullask's entire body tensed as shot after shot of seed poured over the dragon's tongue and drooled out the sides of his muzzle.

Tessith couldn't keep himself from gulping as the kobold emptied yet another load into him. He couldn't drink fast enough, especially past his surprise of the size of the load. It felt even larger than his first orgasm but Tessith was certain that he'd spotted none of the shaman's runes on him. Even still, the kobold poured seed over his tongue and the bulky blacksmith's tensed body held the drake's head tightly in place, allowing Tessith to do nothing but ride out the kobold's orgasm.

Finally, Vullask's orgasm tapered down, leaving both scalie's panting. Vullask's heavy cock slipped from the dragon's tongue and the kobold was left pressing wetly against the well-used dragon's cum-streaked cheek.

"Vullask! Smith hurthurt? We killkill dragonthing!" A kobold panted out from behind Tessith.

Both of the creatures that had been resting in their afterglow took a few moments to try to figure out what was happening. Tessith came out of his thoughts quite a bit faster as a kobold spear prodded his shoulder sharply, making him jerk. Vullask nearly fell off the drake with that reflexive motion. "Nono, Vullask safesafe!" One of the band of kobolds said, "'Vullask yellyell loud, big loud. What happen?"

Vullask was mortified. His face wore a deep, bright blush as he steadied himself, falling off the dragon onto his knees in front of the small band that had come to his aid. He managed to pull himself back up onto his trembling legs before his clansman could help him. "Nono, Vullask just... Dragonthing feel very goodgood." He managed with a blush, "Blacksmith came bigbig."

The rest of the group collapsed into hooting, raucous laughter. Both the drake and the shy kobold blushed, the latter turned red from ear to ear. It wasn't too long before Vullask was swept back towards the village by jovial kobolds, laughing and making lewd gestures as they tried to pry titillating details out of the shy worker.

Tessith was left nearly alone, finally recovering his breath from the long hour or so of rough treatment. One kobold tagged behind the group, stopping to address the dragon. Tessith stayed quiet, slowly standing up in front of the diminutive warrior who waited proudly to be addressed. "Yes, warrior? What do you want?" Tessith asked.

The kobold actually bowed. It was a motion that took Tessith aback, especially after his recent treatment. The warrior straightened from his bend before he spoke, "Chief Sekis and shaman require dragonthing presence before feast. In war tent, over there."

Tessith followed the direction that the kobold pointed. The large command hut was easy to pick out, as it was both the largest structure and the only one with posted guards. Tessith nodded, throwing a forlorn glance at the piles of roasting meat and fruit that were being prepared for the feast. "Thank you, warrior. I will see them."

The kobold nodded then ran back into town to finish his own business, shouting over his shoulder for the dragon to, "Gogo quick." Tessith stretched, trying to recover a bit more from the frenzied orgy of which he had just been the centerpiece. However, the overwhelming smell of kobold and the slickness that coated almost all of his scales and still filled him was certainly not going to let him, or any of the kobolds, forget. Tessith debated finding a stream or something quickly, but he figured that he would be surprised if he was able to his enjoy his cleanliness through the full course of the feast when he was still exotic and new to the horny tribe. He sighed to himself, once more trying, and failing, to get his excited mind to regret the kinky developments that had come to pass.

However, something else picked at his mind. Perhaps the kobold wasn't aware or didn't care, but Tessith felt this news was going to be very important. Perhaps it was some feeling transferred over his empathetic link with the chieftain or perhaps it was just his mind, once again ahead of the game, reading deeper into the situation.

Either way, Tessith took the short walk over to the tent. The guards parted for him opening the curtains for the large dragon to squeeze through the small entrance. Once inside, the flap shut behind him and cut out the daylight. Small lanterns flickered and gave the inside of the tent a gloomy atmosphere, which was not helped by them rose chieftain looking over a large table with his arms crossed. Small clay figures, granted locomotion by the shaman standing across the table, stood on the table and spelled out a large scene. Tessith waited, forced to curl his body and duck his head in the small structure.

Lilzua looked up from the table, his face somber. He gestured with his staff at the dragon to back in him over. "Come dragon," he said, his words heavy with the gravity of the situation that was spelled out on the table, "And learn of the war."