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This "Three Word Prompt" commission was written for Zunder. Their three words were "Dragon, Kobold, Sizeplay." and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

The Many Uses of Kobolds

The tapping of clawed feet against stone barely registered in the dragon's slumbering mind, but when a high pitched, rasping voice rang out, a huge, amber eye opened up.

"U-um, excuse me?"

The dragon blinked at the sight before him. A kobold, barely two and a half feet of scrawy bone and faded red scales with just a scrap of a loin-cloth wrapped around their waist, and a flint tipped spear clutched in one hand. A deep rumbling sound bellowed forth from the dragon's gut, but it wasn't a snarl of rage or anger, just a chuckle of supreme mirth.

"Are you here to try and kill me, the great Rek'sareth with that toothpick of yours, wyrmling?"

Again the dragon snorted as the kobold's eyes widened, and like it had suddenly become too hot to handle he threw the spear down and took a step away from it, shaking his head feverishly at the huge dragon whose head he was standing in front of.

"Oh! No! Gods no! I'm not here to kill you! I... I'm here to serve you, great Rek'sareth!"

Rek'sareth raised a scaled eyebrow, then slowly pulled himself up into a sitting position, looming high over the kobold in the depths of his cavernous mountain lair easily twenty times the kobold's size. As he moved, metal clinked and shifted beneath him, gold coins, gemstones and priceless artefacts rustling and clattering upon the cavern's stone floor while the dragon moved atop his vast hoard.

"To serve me, little one? You sought me out for no other purpose than to supplicate yourself before me?"

For a moment the kobold hesitated. The dragon chuckled. No creature in this world acted for purely selfless reasons, certainly not a kobold.

"W-well... technically it wouldn't just be me offering myself to you, but my whole clan. I'm their, uh... spokeskobold. And, a-all we'd ask in return is... your protection. Wherever we travel, wherever we try to settle, humans or elves or dwarves and others of their smooth-skinned kin try to drive us out again. We can't hunt in forests or mountains or plains without finding ourselves in land they claim to be theirs and theirs alone."

The dragon snorted, a plume of hot smoke billowing from his nostrils as he considered the arrogance of those species. To think that any part of this world was theirs to claim. And yet, just because he understood the kobold's plight did not mean that the crimson scaled dragon cared.

"And what use would I have for a clan of kobolds? When I want food, I hunt. When I seek new treasures, I find and claim them; woe betide anyone who stands in my way. So, what use would dozens of chattering, squealing morsels sharing my lair be to me... besides a few days worth of snacks if I grow peckish?"

Wincing slightly at the very suggestion, the kobold almost looked like he was going to reconsider and try to leave. But, at the last moment, to his credit however misguided, Rek'sareth saw the little creature draw strength from somewhere deep inside his tiny body and stand up proud and tall once again. A second later though the dragon wasn't just amused, but actually surprised by what the kobold did next. Before Rek'sareth's eyes the little scaled body reached down, grasped at one of the cords holding his loin-cloth in place, and pulled it loose. The delicate garment fell to the floor, and the dragon raised an eyebrow once again as he saw beneath the now fallen item of clothing a soft slit of pink in the kobold's crotch, from which his erection beginning to emerge.

"We have our uses. Our talents, great Rek'sareth. No matter what the rest of the world believes us to be... scavengers, vermin, my clan have always been interested in one thing far more than material wealth. Companionship. Passion. Pleasure. And thus, that is what we offer you in exchange for our protection. We will serve your body's needs. Tend your wounds if you fight. Bathe you if you wish to have your scales shine. And please you. Stimulate you, whenever you crave such stimulations."

Rek'sareth growled and chuckled once again as he considered this development, and felt a stirring between his hind legs as he considered that it had been a long time since he had last known another creature's touch... though his own muzzle was still a plentiful source of pleasure when the mood took him. As the fifty foot dragon stared down at the tiny two and a half foot kobold though, there was one undeniable factor which made it rather difficult for Rek'sareth to take the other creature's offer seriously.

"Do you truly believe that you alone, or any of your clan-mates would be able to satisfy me with their actions? That one kobold could sate my appetites. That you could handle a dragon's libido?"

The dragon spread his wings and threw back his head, showing off his full, glorious size to the kobold, and actually feeling a warmth burning beneath his scaled cheeks when rather than cowering or trying to flee outright, the little creature just kept on staring, and reached down to wrap a clawed hand around his now fully erect and twitching cock.

"Not alone. N-not as one, great Rek'sareth. But... there is something you should remember about kobolds. Something that all creatures should remember, but which they so often forget when dealing with our kind. Even if you only see one kobold, there is never just one kobold."

Even as the single naked kobold standing before the dragon spoke, he saw movement at the edges of his vision. Motion at the mouth of his hoard's chamber, and behind rocks all around him. For a moment or two the dragon was indignant with rage. An ambush? These mewling whelps thought that they could defeat him with an ambush?! But, before his anger could manifest itself as billowing fire, Rek'sareth actually looked at the dozens of lithe scaled bodies stepping out before him. His eyes widened, and once again he felt the flesh beneath his crimson scaled face burning hot as he saw more loin-cloths dropping as other kobolds emerged with theirs already discarded or perhaps never present to begin with. Without exception, each and every one of the fifty or sixty kobolds now gathered around him were not only naked, but erect. Rock hard, and in many cases stroking themselves at the sight of the colossal dragon just like their scout.

"Please, great Rek'sareth. Allow myself and the other men of my clan to show you just a sample of our gratitude, should you allow us to share your lair. If by nightfall you are not satisfied by our devotion, we will leave and never trouble you again."

The dragon chuckled as he looked around at the squirming, masturbating mass of kobolds, but beneath his exterior confidence and pride, he could feel a great stirring in the depths of his body unlike anything he had known for a very, very long time. He licked his lips, snorted forth another cloud of smoke, and grinned toothily to first the kobold who had so boldly and openly approached him before any of the others, then swinging his neck back and forth to regard each and every one of his cohorts. A few moments later the huge red dragon rolled himself over onto his back atop his vast pile of treasure, and even as he showed off his own parted, flushed nether-scales and the huge, six foot cock only just beginning to swell forth from within them, the kobold clan squealed and yipped in wild elation, and collectively ran at him with hands outstretched and cocks bouncing lustfully before them.

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"Yes!! Oh, b-by Tiamat! Yes!"

Rek'sareth roared in ecstasy as he came for what had to be the tenth or eleventh time, the dragon beginning to lose count as one act ran seamlessly into the next for his powerful, insatiable body. At least a dozen of the kobolds were clinging to his cock as it throbbed and bounced and sprayed the scales of his belly with yet more thick gouts of cum, some of them cuddling it in worshipful reverence, others humping it with their own far smaller erections, while others still licked and rubbed it with tongue and hands. Whenever one of the kobolds came with a rasping wail they soon fell away and crawled off to recover, only to be replaced by another of their kind just as desperate to be responsible for making Rek'sareth cum as their predecessor. Even those not engaged with the dragon's cock directly however were far from idle. Others clung to the dragon's limbs, licking at his clawed toes while grinding their cocks against his scaled feet. A pair of kobolds even sprawled out across the base of the dragon's tail, nuzzling and licking at the scaled orifice within which the sensitive reaches of his back passage lay.

"Aaahyes! _Yes! More! _ Give me more!"

Not since the last time he mated with another dragon many decades ago had Rek'sareth known unbridled pleasure like this. He was so overcome, so lost to the ecstasy being shared with him that he did not have time to consider the indignity of at least half a dozen kobolds slipping and sliding and giggling upon the cum-stained scales of his chest, wrestling and humping at each other while they greedily fed one another dripping handfuls of the dragon's hot, thick cum. He looked through glazed, heavy lidded eyes around where his head lay upon a semi-melted golden statue to some forgotten human deity, and saw kobolds cavorting amidst his hoard. Watching him, listening and delighting in his bliss as they awaited their turn, while also teasing themselves and one another as they lay amid piles of gold coins or rained handfuls of gemstones down upon their masturbating kin.

"Mnnhahhhh, again! Oh! Do it! Please your Lord! Oh, those tongues. Those little tongues, aa-aah... and hands, and... oh! Yes!"

Rek'sareth's back arched, and yet more wild gouts of steaming hot cum erupted from the dragon's cock as it twitched with force enough to shake free two of the kobolds clinging to it, while a third was launched several feet into the air as he tried to mount the very tip of the dragon's erection, flailing and shrieking in his own orgasmic rapture as he splattered down amidst a thick puddle of the dragon's cum a few seconds later.

For hours, the kobolds pleasured the great dragon. By the time the last to have their chance riding and humping and kissing and worshipping the vast dragon's erection were spent, those who had been first to lavish their attention upon him were desperate for another turn. There were so many of them. So many lithe naked bodies all so intensely eager to please. He had never known attention, affection like this. He had never known such excess. Such extreme and potent pleasure seemingly without end.

Again, he climaxed at the kobold's behest. And again, and again and again and over and over again long past nightfall, and the following sunrise. Rek'sareth wasn't quite sure when or how it happened, but at some point he found kobolds mounting his face, and him growling to them, urging them on as they humped against his snout. He felt bodies wriggling against the base of his tail and pressing their erections against the pucker of his ass. Fucking him. He had kobolds fucking him! And yet, as another orgasm washed over him, and another not long after that, he could not be angry. He couldn't feel anything but bliss, and the deep, abiding knowledge that with every orgasm he felt more and more as though he would do anything, give anything for these libidinous little creatures to remain with him always.

He had power.

He had his hoard.

He had a lair to hold as his own and skies above it to rule as he saw fit.

But only now, only with these myriad kobolds to serve him did Rek'sareth truly feel as though he had a reason to maintain his power. A reason to protect his hoard. A reason to maintain his lair and keep the skies above and the lands below free from intruders.

No longer would he sustain himself simply by gathering power, wealth and influence for its own sake. Instead, he would maintain it not just for himself, but for all of them, and to ensure that with each passing day from this one forward that as much time as possible could be spent on what truly mattered. What the great dragon now truly, mindlessly craved without end.

Pleasure.

Endless orgasmic pleasure, and dozens of slurping kobold tongues and wandering kobold hands to ensure that it never, ever waned.

By Jeeves

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