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The dragon's throne room was a vast, imposing thing. A great, flame-lit cavern, with the torches casting dark, flickering shadows from the massive earthen pillars that remained to support the roof. Stalactites both massive and small lined the ceiling, and now and then, a drop of condensation would hit the fires, with a hiss like that of a great serpent. In the middle, an obsidian throne rested, and when the shadows fell upon it, it was almost invisible.

The jackal tiptoed in, silent as usual. With his black fur, he too was all but invisible in the shadows. This time, though, he stuck to the flames. He wanted the dragon to see him, as any lord would see their advisor approach. He circled the slab - that, too, of obsidian stone - and stood before the great dragonlord, Vesith, on his throne. His feet were firmly planted on the ground, arms on their rests, though with closed eyes. He looked almost out of place in the cavern, standing out like a gem in a crown of stone, scales a bright crimson. In the torchlight, he looked even more majestic than usual. The jackal was not one for worship, but the sight never failed to produce that slightest shiver of awe.

"Mighty one," he exclaimed, performing a quick bow.

The dragon's eyes snapped open, each like an ember amidst rubies. He was naked but for an adorned loincloth, a scarf, and the usual gold and gems that every dragon seemed to enjoy wearing. "Greetings, dear Navah. Is there something you wish to report?"

"Indeed there is," replied the jackal, his ears folding as he spoke in an exaggerated gesture of subservience. "But first, is everything as it should, mighty one? You seemed lost in thought."

"Oh, it's nothing," the dragon answered. "Simply thinking of the future. Now, your report?"

"Ah, good news on that front," the jackal grinned. He held aloft a potion so that the flame-light would fall upon it, illuminating it in a rusty red shimmer. It looked almost like old blood. "Chanti - our alchemist - has analyzed the sample, and this is the result."

"The sample?" asked Vesith. "Oh, yes. Of that creature. The salamander..." he muttered, trailing off. "I still remember that scent. If we could harness it - while protecting me from its effects - there'd be no end to what we could do."

"Indeed, indeed. This is one half of what we are to do," Navah replied. His lithe frame was perfectly still, but for the motion of his maw and the hand holding the potion high. "It is a mithridate, an experimental concoction-" he paused for a moment. "-to indeed protect you from the scent's effects."

"Very good," the dragon continued, a smile briefly parting his visage in a display of sharp teeth. He had only heard of what had happened to one of his kobolds; he - Swamp-Scales by name - had come across a feminine lizard of a kind. No, no lizard. An amphibian with smooth skin, if reptilian in features. Immediately upon inhaling her scent, he had fallen thrall to her. The rest of the story was told in very koboldlike manner.

If the dragon remembered correctly, his servant had "licked her very much", and "worshipped beautiful lizard lady until sun appear," and a plethora of other poorly expressed explicit actions.

"I take it that the kobolds have already tested it, to make sure it's safe?" the dragon asked.

"Not this particular distillation," Navah admitted. "A diluted form was, however, and the effects were largely as expected."

Largely as expected by the jackal himself, that was. He wasn't lying, but there was a certain art to only saying exactly what needed to be said for his own purposes. He handed the potion to the dragon and took a step back. He wasn't, after all, entirely sure what effect it might have on him.

"There simply are no dragons that we could test it on," he continued, his tone apologetic. "But kobolds are similar enough that the effects should be similar but less pronounced for your majesty, given that the dose is the same. The alchemist is, after all, very good at her job. It shouldn't even taste too terrible."

She was, indeed. Good enough that she'd managed to synthesize the salamander's scent and distill it to tenfold potency. But that little tidbit wasn't terribly important at the moment.

"Very well. We have worked entirely too hard to let some strange, insignificant creature ruin it all," Vesith replied. He uncorked the crystalline vial and took a deep sniff of the concoction, nostrils flaring as he did. "Gnh- that is very potent," he huffed, the scent bringing tears to his eyes, and a strange kind of flushing warmth that surged through his body. "Let's get this over with..."

He lifted the bottle to his muzzle, closed his eyes, and poured the contents into his mouth. Immediately, his entire face seemed to scrunch up, like a cat biting into a lemon. He forced himself to swallow in a feat of mastery. He coughed as the rather tart and bitter liquid ran down his throat.

"Not too terrible, you say?" he snorted. Although despite the taste, he couldn't help but enjoy it, in a way. Something like the enjoyment of a truly bitter mug of stout, where the full flavor took a while to develop and be appreciated. A warmth seemed to spread through his body.

"Well, that part, mighty one, was a lie," Navah smiled. "But it is very important that we discover exactly what effects an antidote might have. This, being a very concentrated form of the salamander's pheromones, should-" he paused, noticing the far-away look on the dragon's face. "-are you alright, dragonlord? You seem a little flushed. Even redder than usual." He placed a paw on Vesith's leg, and then, as the dragon offered no protest, raised his arm to run his fingers along the crimson lord's chin.

"From the- from the creature itself? H-huh, that would've..." he slurred his words, a strange kind of drunkenness overcoming the dragon. "Y-yes, I'm... fine, ma- uh, jackal," Vesith answered, his eyelids drooping, as if he was struggling to stay awake. He let out a choked growl, fighting the sensations, and his claws dug into stone beneath in an attempt to stand up.

For a moment, the jackal was afraid the concoction hadn't been strong enough, or didn't have quite the effect he had aimed for. He hadn't lied to Vesith, but he had a distinct feeling that the dragon might consider his actions treasonous, either way. He had planned this for an almost painfully long time, and seeing that effort go to waste would be crushing. He didn't let any of that show, the only motion he made being his hair swaying gently with a gust of wind blowing through the cavern.

Indeed, Vesith collapsed back on his throne as the strange, pheromone-laden cocktail worked its way deeper into his body and mind. He let out a kind of purring noise. Few knew that dragons could purr, but Navah had worked with them for long enough to not only know that they did, but also what it _meant._Comfort, with a hint of submission.

A wide grin split his face. "How unexpected," he commented, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I presumed dragons would have a higher resistance to such things than kobolds. Not to worry, mighty one, we shall use this opportunity to test the limits of their control," he added. Then, he disrobed, letting his silken attire fall onto the stone floor, keeping a careful eye on the dragon's reactions as he turned around with the slightest swaying waggle of his hips. He motioned for the dragon to rise, and he did, as if entranced.

"Fascinating, truly," the jackal murmured, guiding the dragon's hand to his rump, drawing another purr from the great beast. He pressed his bare body against him, feeling a familiar, telltale kind of firm heat beneath his decorated loincloth. He was, it seemed, fully under Navah's control, but the jackal wasn't about to wait and see.

Instead, he guided the dragon towards the slab. Normally, multiple kobolds would be chained to it for carnal purposes, but this time, it would be Vesith himself. Coincidentally, it was just large enough for him, possibly because the jackal himself had ordered it made. Granted, he hadn't had the opportunity to test it, but it seemed that he had approximated the dragon's height and proportions quite accurately.

The dragon didn't offer any resistance. It seemed that the pheromones had exactly the same effect as they did on the lesser kobolds. All that was needed was a higher dose. The jackal pushed him, gently, onto the obsidian slab, and Vesith obeyed eagerly, his body like wax in his advisor's hands.

"Not to worry," Navah murmured, circling the prone dragon, his hardness quite obvious now, with how his loincloth was tenting, barely covering anything. "I will keep you safe until the effects pass," he continued, gently wrapping a leather cuff around one of the crimson drake's wrists, and then other, locking both to the chains around the altar.

"T-thank you, si- err, ma- master..." the dragon stuttered, a shiver going through his body. He couldn't stop the worshipful words from spilling from his lips, drunk as he was on the jackal's potion. He heard two more clicks as the jackal circled him like a predator would its prey, securing his ankles to the altar, and somehow, it only felt right. Like this was just how it was supposed to be.

His hips pushed upwards instinctively as Navah leapt onto the slab with him, straddling the great beast's form with a canine grace known only to jackals, and pulling his loincloth aside in one smooth, continuous motion.

"You're quite welcome. What would I be if not a loyal servant?" the jackal replied, leaning down to plant a kiss on the dragon's nose, as if to prove a point. As he did, he could feel Vesith's cock eagerly prod just under his tail. He wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of sinking into him. Not yet, at least.

Vesith was squirming underneath him, the scent of the jackal's arousal almost tangible, mingling with the pheromones in suffusing his mind with lust. He strained against the cuffs, trying to reach to stroke himself, but the chains held fast. They had originally been made for kobolds - this was the dragon's kobold-training altar, after all - but Navah had taken great care to have made them much stronger than necessary. Enough so to hold a dragon. Vesith had agreed, and now, that same strength was being used against him. Or perhaps for him, going by how it felt.

"Are you ready, mighty one?" Navah asked, in what was almost a purr, grinding his shapely rump against the dragon's slick length, letting it slip along that warm cleft between his cheeks. He didn't entirely trust the potion to keep him entranced for long enough alone, but combining that with a constant teasing pleasure to keep the dragon too aroused to think? That should be enough to tame even the most powerful of beasts.

"Y-yes, dragon is ready to... p-please," Vesith replied. The crimson scales around his muzzle darkened with a blush, as if he on some level was recognizing what he was saying. It felt too good not to say it, though, even if he was sounding increasingly like one of his kobold servants; a fact that brought a wide grin to Navah's muzzle.

"You can send him in now," the jackal called out, stripping the dragon of his jewelry and scarf. He wouldn't be needing those. Good kobolds are always naked, after all.

The throne room's doors - massive, old things of solid oak and iron - creaked open, and a vibrant blue kobold stumbled in. One of Vesith's favorites, Lake-Bottom. He stumbled, almost hitting one of the pillars, blinded as he was by the leather hood strapped over his head, the ring of his decorated collar jingling as he came to an abrupt stop.

"Here, kobold," Navah spoke, giving the poor little thing sound to orient himself by. He stood perilously close to walking into the pillar again, head-first. The other kobolds had gone the extra mile, tying the poor runt's arms behind his back as well, and the jackal could hear them chuckling as the door closed behind him.

"Is that you, m-master?" Lake-Bottom asked, hesitantly.

"No, it is I, Navah. Your master's trusted advisor," the jackal replied. He didn't stop showering the dragon with affections, rather enjoying the way each little touch - and especially each gyration of his hips - made the beast squirm underneath him. He was panting with arousal, himself. It had taken months of preparation to get here, and Navah was determined to enjoy every last moment of the dragon's submission. "I have a task for you. Your master is sure to reward you."

"Task? K-kobold want to help," the diminutive blue thing replied. He barely managed to avoid falling over as he stumbled over towards the source of the voice.

"As expected," Navah continued. He had to bite his lip to suppress a little groan as the dragon's cock rubbed over his tailhole. Careful now. He had to be careful to not get too carried away himself. It was, after all, entirely possible that the salamander's pheromones had a kind of residual effect even on him. If so, clearly not as strong as on the dragonkin. He slowed his movements down to a lazy gyration as he felt the Vesith's precum soak into his jet-black fur.

"Oh, yes. I got carried away. You are here to help train the master's newest kobold, Fire-Red," he exclaimed, and Lake-Bottom approached. Navah could see his nostrils flaring as he scent struck him. At this point, the potent concoction would be suffusing the dragon's body thoroughly enough that he'd likely be smelling of the stuff himself for a day or two, through sweat and breath both. "He's rather eager to learn to pleasure dragons, but we'll have to start him off with... smaller males," the jackal lied through his teeth. As the blue kobold reached the two - after so many errant steps in the wrong direction that even Navah began to lose his patience, he quickly clipped a leash to Lake-Bottom's collar, making sure that he'd not wander off again. A collar with draconic runes and engravings, marking him as his master's favorite plaything. Oh, he'd get to play with his master in a whole new way, certainly, but he'd never know.

"But kobold cannot smell or see kobold! How kobold help?" Lake-Bottom asked. A quick glance at the small, naked thing revealed that just the idea was enough to get him hard, reptilian cock protruding from its plush little slit. He was surprisingly well-hung, with quite the proud draconic girth and length, but that was to be expected. The kobolds were all bred to be as cute as possible, but also as pleasing to their masters as possible. He smelled like an orgy, too; countless encounters with the other servants, if the jackal had to guess. Vesith, he knew, preferred that his servants leave the scents of their indulges smeared on their bodies, bathing only when it was necessary.

Being so close, he knew that mélange of sexual scents would be reaching the dragon as well, and sure enough, soon the helplessly bound drake was openly panting, inhaling the kobold's aroma as if it was pure ambrosia. He craved those flagrant smells of lust, even when sober, and the effect of the pheromones would only heighten his need. Oh, he'd get more of that in just a moment.

Navah pulled the kobold up onto the slab so he was sitting on the dragon's chest. "He's a pretty big one," the jackal added. There was a rather good reason that he didn't intend to let Lake-Bottom touch the dragon with anything but his cock.

"Ooh yes, very big! Almost as big as Very-Big! Almost as big as master!" the blindfolded kobold barked. His hard, ready cock bounced off Vesith's muzzle, and the dragon hissed, almost breaking out of his trance, if not for the potion. "Need training to be a good servant, yes!"

Vesith's mind was in turmoil, deep inside. The effects of the pheromones made him think of everyone as a master, or at least his superior, a submissive glow radiating through him. He wanted to worship, to please, to submit. On the other hand, his proud draconic instincts raged at the sheer affront of being forced to pleasure, rather than use, one of the kobolds. What kind of dragon would accept having to suck one of them, to let them pump that plentiful, warm, thick, musky seed right down his throat? His cock throbbed in appreciation of that fleeting fantasy.

And suddenly, that cock - coated in a myriad of sexual scents, mainly the lust of other kobolds - sunk into his open muzzle. Feeling that firm meat saw over his lips felt confusing; on the one hand, it felt good and right_and _very hot, but on the other, some part of him was crying out in frustration over being so used.

"Rr yes! Kobold show other kobold who is bestest top kobold!", Lake-Bottom snarled. His sudden dominance was almost endearing, with how he was both tied, blindfolded, and had been used by the other kobolds earlier. They didn't have much of a set hierarchy, each one living in the moment, each as ready to dominate as they were to submit. The blue runt just happened to be the smallest one, and thus most often used to sate the others' seemingly endless lust.

Navah stroked his own cock as he watched, rubbing it against the dragon's soft belly-scales. He also couldn't quite resist squeezing Lake-Bottom's, well, bottom - plump and shapely - wondering if he might want to use the poor - if pretty - little thing himself, later. "There you go, Fire-Red, you'll be a good servant in no time," he smirked, feeling the dragon squirm beneath him, the kobold quickly working up a rhythm of rutting his muzzle. He said something, but the sound was muffled by the inches of throbbing kobold meat smearing precum and spilled seed over his tongue and mouth. Navah moved a few inches up so the only thing the drake would be feeling was that cock tirelessly pumping into him. That, and it gave him the opportunity to briefly grind his own thrumming jackalhood between Lake-Bottom's plump cheeks, offering some much-needed, if momentary, relief from his aching arousal. He couldn't deny that the display had him beyond needy, himself, but he was nothing if not patient.

Being talked to as if he were merely a lowly kobold was degrading. But the pheromones had Vesith's mind in a state not so different from theirs, and soon, he was eagerly suckling on his servant. How had he never realized how tasty the little lizards were? His own shaft spat a splatter of precum over the jackal's back as he imagined, unthinkingly, himself in the center of all his kobolds, letting each and every one take turns in rutting his muzzle, happily letting them sate their overwhelming carnal urges on his worshipful mouth. Being used, the mighty dragon reduced to just one of the servant-sluts. Just another horny little lizard, as happy being filled with seed as he was filling someone in turn.

"Be sure to fill his mouth to the brim," Navah encouraged the excited little kobold. "I'm sure your master will reward you in kind! He might even use you again tomorrow!"

"Oh-oh yes, kobold will..." the little thing panted, his cock already bucking and lurching, precum practically flooding the dragon's mouth in tangy, musky spurts as he rapidly approached his climax. Each thrust, his maleness sunk all the way into the great dragon's clutching throat with a wet slurp, strands of Vesith's saliva still clinging to it as it withdrew again.

"Don't hold back. Good new kobolds need a lot of cum to learn their place," the jackal spoke, giving his shapely rump a firm smack.

"Ngh! Big kobold just big slut! Biggestest slut!" the blue lizard yipped, its hips a blur. "B-big enough for all kobolds in orgy!"

He slammed his groin against the dragon's snout and let go, shaft throbbing as rope after rope of plentiful, thick kobold-seed pumped through it, erupting into the dragon's mouth. He never stopped thrusting fully. Some of his cum sprayed directly down Vesith's throat, and the dragon could only barely feel a wet kind of heat sliding down into his stomach, but other spurts would coat his tongue in thick, slimy warmth.

Vesith let out a strange, moaning gurgle around his servant's cock as it gave his eager mouth just what it needed. The degradation of being face-fucked by a kobold was intense, but his cum tasted wonderful, like pure, raw sexuality, to his lust-inflamed mouth. Globs of it rolled over his tongue and the dragon found himself sucking on the lizard's shaft instinctively, wanting more, wanting to draw out every last dreg of cum he had to offer even after the spurts waned into oozing. He swallowed, loudly, almost desperately, drinking it all down.

"Very good, Lakey," the jackal purred. He could barely conceal the lust in his own voice. He watched as the little lizard withdrew, dozily, a few more drops of spilled seed painting Vesith's muzzle, and a solid few strings of cum briefly connecting Lake-Bottom's cock to his mouth. For a brief moment, the dragonlord almost looked like a kobold himself, stained with cum and with a happy, blissful expression on his panting face as he drew in one deep breath after another.

"I... serve good..." the dragon panted, licking his lips. "...master, t-thank you."

"_Very_well done," Navah nodded with a grin as he heard the dragon speak. "Just a moment, Fire-Red..."

He hopped off the dragon's squirming body and yanked the spent kobold after him, leading him to the door by his leash. After all, nobody was to see what would come next. Well, at least part of it.

"D-don't leave ko- err, me like... t-this," he heard Vesith whimper as he shoved the lizard out of the door with another playful smack to his rear, slamming the heavy door shut again and latching it. He even sounded like a kobold. Maybe there was some truth to the idea that dragons were merely kobolds who had grown big and strong with dominance. Navah shivered at the idea of doing this again, and he wasn't even done yet, his canine shaft dripping his own excitement along the cave floor as he returned to the dragon's side.

His thoughts lingered on how the other kobolds would react when that one found them again, his cock smelling like their master, and undoubtedly babbling about dominating a "big red kobold". Were they bright enough to connect the dots?

"Oh, I don't intend to, 'Fire-Red'," he barked, moving back to the matter at hand. "A good eager kobold deserves a reward, does he not?"

"Yes! Kobold deserve reward! Please let kobold cum!" Vesith cried out in response. His servants probably heard that. Whether or not they'd be in for an unpleasant surprise when trying to mount the dragon once he'd recovered, the jackal couldn't say. That, though, was their problem; his own problem was the priority here, bobbing eagerly in the air as he hopped back onto the slab.

The jackal grasped the dragon's shaft firmly and slotted it back between his cheeks, grinding against it again.

On the way back he had fished something out from the pockets of his discarded robe. A collar, black, blazing with golden runes and buckle. It'd been a custom order, quite heavy on his pocketbook. And undoubtedly worth every penny, as it'd been ever so slightly enchanted. Twice-enchanted, in fact, and only the finest enchanters knew how to layer their magic.

"All you need to do, mighty one-" he smirked. "-is to order me to lock this collar around your neck."

The dragon shuddered. His mind was beginning to clear up, the pheromones slowly wearing off. He knew he should've protested, but he was so damn pent-up. His heavy balls were almost throbbing with a painful need, that irresistible urge almost all males would recognize, the urge to cum. Into almost anything, at any cost, if the need was great enough. And for Vesith, he was at that point, unwilling to even imagine not getting the relief he needed.

"Yes!" he growled. "I order you to put that collar around my neck and to lock it!"

There was a strange kind of dominance in his voice. An ironic kind, given that he was ordering his own submission. He tilted his head back, baring his neck for the jackal. "Collar me and lock it," he snarled.

Navah slipped the fine, black leather around his thick, red-scaled neck with a surprising gentleness, almost ceremoniously so, and pulled it tight. Tight enough that Vesith would feel it. There was the faintest of clicks as he shut the well-oiled lock, but that quiet sound might as well have been the deafening toll of a church bell with how significant it sounded. The jackal leaned down again as he did it, pressing his lips against the dragon's snout, angling his hips so his dripping cocktip was pressed right against the jackal's pucker. He couldn't deny that he needed it too, badly.

"A perfect fit. So very handsome..." Navah rumbled. "Next, you must order me to activate the enchantment on it..." he purred. The lock alone was sturdy enough. The enchantment guaranteed that it could not be removed without magic.

"N-no! Maybe... gh, yes! Please, I order you to seal the enchantment! The collar is good," the dragon stuttered, hesitating only briefly. His cock was oozing a steady stream of precum with each pulse of his heart, and it, along with his entire body, felt as if they might simply burst if given even the slightest bit of attention.

Navah carefully uttered a few words, mystic and arcane, that seemed to hang heavy in the air, as if not quite obeying the normal rules of sound. The collar around Vesith's neck suddenly felt very warm, radiating an almost burning heat throughout his body. For any other species, it might've been too much. For the dragon, there was a strange comfort to it, a cozy kind of helplessness, the likes of which he'd not felt since he was a whelp, crawling forth from a scorched egg. Like that, but far more erotic in nature, filling his mind with submissive relaxation, though only towards his new master.

The jackal adjusted himself, and with a groan, he let gravity take over. His pucker spread around the dragon's tip, clenching tightly around it. His thighs burned with exertion as he held himself like that. "One more thing..." he said. His cock throbbed visibly, and Vesith imagined what it'd feel like in his mouth. "_Order_me to never remove that collar. Me, or anyone else. Not under any circumstances, no matter how you might feel about it later," he continued. He would've grinned if he wasn't busy panting with lust. "And then I'll give you what you need."

By now, Vesith could recognize that he was speaking of his own free will. Not because of any potions, pheromones, no kind of mind control except what his cock was exerting on the rest of his body. Yet the tight heat of the jackal's body clutching around his shaft was far too wonderful to even consider fighting.

"Yes, yes, I command- I order you, make sure that this collar will never be removed," he groaned. "Not by you nor anyone else! Please, m-master, I can't... I need..."

His claws scored the obsidian slab as Navah finally allowed himself to sink all the way onto the dragon's cock, with a pleasured sigh of his own. Time seemed to slow down. With so much teasing, so much delicious torture, the feeling of finally feeling that blissful warmth around him overwhelmed his mind in a tide of pleasure. It'd all been worth it. Every humiliation and every sacrifice. Inch by inch, his ridged shaft impaled that ass he'd be admiring for so long, his beloved and trusted advisor-turned-master, the sheer amount of precum pumping into him making the sensation slick and frictionless, but tight as a vice and soft as... heaven, there was no other way to describe it.

Without missing a beat, Navah began to ride him with a gyrating, deliberate motion. Slowly at first, rising and sinking on that twitching, throbbing shaft. He wanted to make the moment last, but he knew it couldn't. His eyes fell shut, focusing completely inward, relishing in his domination of the dragon as much as that beautiful, stretching sensation of being so utterly filled. Each time he rose, the dragon's fleshy, firm ridges nudged over the jackal's prostate, sending shivers of delight through his body. A hot splatter of canine precum followed, leaving Vesith's scales glistening with his masculine lust.

The dragon, himself, was far too pent up. He could still taste the kobold's cum on his lips and tongue. He could feel the collar around his neck, almost as tight as the jackal's tailhole around his cock, and almost as pleasurable. This was it, he realized, the final act of submission, as that agonizing, yet ecstatic pressure began to build in his loins. A warm, sticky, dissolute submission. He couldn't fight it any more than he could fight those eager moans and growls from spilling from his muzzle.

As the jackal slammed down again, he threw his head back with an orgasmic roar, one loud enough that it made the torches flicker. His entire body tensed, straining hard against the cuffs and chains, and he came, with a far more intense sensation than the usual orgasms. Rather than just his cock, the pleasure seemed to envelop his entire being, his very soul, with each spasm of his shaft inside the jackal's warm, vice-like body. Spurt after spurt of pent-up dragon-seed erupted into him, flooding Navah with his heat.

That feeling of heat blossoming inside him, combined with how his cock _flared_inside him, digging into and throbbing against that one bundle of sensitive nerves deep within his body, pushed the jackal over the edge as well. He was, after all, on a hair trigger, at least as pent up as the dragon. He grabbed the dragon's new collar almost convulsively, needing something - anything - to hold onto, and let that blissful release wash over him. His thick cum joined the scents of the kobold and the dragon as it spilled over the dragon's chest, even reaching his muzzle, rich and white in stark contrast with his jet-black fur.

Navah had to resist the urge to collapse onto his new, mighty pet once it was all over. "This..." he whispered into the dragon's ear, his voice breathless but intoning every word "...is how you tame a dragon."

Vesith offered no protest. He slumped down onto the slab, utterly spent. Neither of them moved for what felt like the longest time, letting the jackal's cum soak in between his scales, marking him with yet another lusty scent. Just like the kobolds, the dragon thought, though it was hard to think of anything at all. His thoughts were a fuzzy mess of floaty sensations and blissful aftershocks. When he finally spoke, his voice was shaky.

"Th-thank you... my handsome jackal," he groaned. There was some clarity to be had in the post-orgasmic state. But it'd be a while before he was fully recovered.

The jackal leaned in to silence him with a passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with the dragon's own, dancing over his lips, exploring every inch of his mouth. "Hush, now, mighty one. Rest, and awaken once again on your throne..." he purred, muttering a few more soothing, arcane words under his breath. Words of peace, sleep, rest, and recovery.

"Yes," answered the dragon, his eyes suddenly feeling heavy. Not that he hadn't been close to sleep already. "Yes, tomorrow... throne... trusted advisor," he muttered. As the jackal pulled off him, a gush of his spent seed following, Vesith was already fast asleep, drooling into the stone slab.

For a moment, Navah wasn't sure how he'd actually move the mighty beast. Oh, right. The kobolds. They'd undoubtedly be rather eager to help their new, big, favorite friend get comfortable.