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Tiberius sagged to the ground heavily, grass parting way for his mass as he felt the reins attached to his maw fall slack. The blue dragon lay there in a few moments of quiet, only the sounds of the forest rustling in a gentle breeze, a small cottage seen just at the edge of the clearing, presumably where he was heading. He felt the weight shift on his back, angling to his right side as a sack was shuffled through, before feeling two clicks of a claw against his scaly hide.

"Good boy. See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

Tiberius couldn't hold back a rumbling growl of discontent before silencing himself. He wasn't sure if the kobold heard him, but it was best he didn't draw the ire of his new... 'master'. He retched a little at the word, still refusing to call him that in his mind. What dignity did a dragon have calling someone their master, let alone a kobold. Even worse, this was the first time he had let that, that lesser being ride on him...

He felt a harder jab at his side. Not too aggressive, but certainly enough to catch his attention.

"Speak when spoken to, pet."

"...Yes, master."

"Answer my question. Was that so hard?"

"No, it was easy. Master."

The last word trailed a bit more than he intended, his disdain dripping into his voice on accident. A spur of fear rolled through him as he realised his misstep, feeling small all of a sudden as a clawed hand traced over the heavy brass collar that adorned his neck, touching the runes engraved upon it. A reminder of how inappropriate behaviour might be dealt with.

"A-arhh... sorry, master."

"Hmph."

His master said nothing more of it. He felt the slight form of the kobold dismounting from him, landing with agile grace. Tiberius glanced at the kobold before correcting his gaze, just long enough to see the stern, confident look about his master gazing back.

'Karnith the Slayer' was his title, although he rarely had to call him that. He was tall for a kobold, though still distinctly shorter than any human. His skin was unusually scaled and shone with a crimson red gleam when polished. He had a pair of horns which were swept back upon his head, and angular features which gave a look of imperialness. His armour and equipment were deceptively simple, but well-constructed and maintained. He donned brass pauldrons upon his shoulders for little more than effect, while a blood-red, hooded cape partially hid his repertoire of potions and reagents strung to his hips, daggers scabbarded at his thighs.

Tiberius hasn't ever seen the kobold use those daggers, but he rarely needed to. He had more than enough tricks up his sleeves, let alone the fiery glint in his eyes.

"I have a favour to call in here. Wait outside until I'm done, I won't be long."

Karnith continued to gaze at Tiberius, prompting the dragon to gulp, finding it hard to meet the kobold's gaze. Is this what he has been reduced to? Quivering on the ground, unable to even look at this lesser race? He felt a swell of resistance inside, lifting his head up to lock eyes together. Even lying on the ground, his head was level with the kobold's own. He wasn't scared.

"Speak. Pet." His master spoke, a bit forceful, too loud for the otherwise quiet forest clearing, making the blue dragon flinch.

"Uh-Yes master, I'll wait here, master."

Tiberius' head slumped to the ground, his resolution crumbling as quickly as it came, feeling deflated as he looked meekly towards the kobold. Karnith nodded in approval, before turning to wander towards the quaint cottage a short distance away.

The dragon huffed into the grass, a few flowers dancing in his breath. He would never have believed that he would be living like this in his future - just two months ago he was a free dragon, with his own burgeoning pile of treasures. Now he was a servant, no, a mere mount for a kobold? It was a disgraceful living. Few dragons ever stooped so low, and when they did, it was something they did voluntarily, somehow proud of their commitment to a lesser race.

Eugh. The thought made his stomach turn. There's no way he would ever stoop so low as to desire being in this position. And yet, here he was. It seemed like freedom would take barely a few powerful flaps of his wings to attain, he thought to himself, as he watched the sun sprinkling through the leaves. But...

There was no way the kobold would allow that. His collar would activate, and he would fall back to the earth paralyzed. The physical pain wouldn't be the issue, no, it was what his mast- no, the kobold would do to him afterwards. Make him cry and beg for mercy, have him grovelling on the floor or any other number of humiliating, degrading acts. The worst of which, even involved his rear end and his sex.

Much to his displeasure, he could feel his own shaft swell inside his slit. Just the thought of having that invasive little whelp prying his insides apart with an arm, it was enough to sicken him. Yet, he could clearly recall the sexual buzz and intense flashes of pleasure that accompanied it with every squeeze of his prostate, so the kobold called it. He hated how good it had felt.

Still, he felt his shaft throb, an undercurrent of need returning to his mind. He growled at his own body's reaction, pawing at the ground, ripping up grass in frustration. It was the kobold's doing, the last few times he had been 'punished', he had been brought to the edge repeatedly, before being left to his own devices. At first, he had been thankful not to relive the disgrace of once more spilling his seed for the lesser being, but now, his unfulfilled, virile body was having its own complaints.

He let out a frustrated sigh, trying to distract himself by glancing back towards the cottage once more. Its windows were shuttered close, with not a hint of conversation reaching his ears. Only the thin smoke twirling from the chimney gave a clue to somebody being home. It was mildly boring waiting outside like this.

A few leaves bounced across the clearing, the daisies waving in the soft wind.

Some clouds briefly overtook the sun, the light dimming for a few moments before returning to a pleasant glow.

His member throbbed once more in his slit once again, unwilling to go soft.

Tiberius let out a low rumble of discontent, rolling onto his side to inspect the offending flesh. While he wasn't truly an adult as far as dragons were concerned, he was still content of his youthful physique. His body scales had a glittery shimmer to them, while his underbelly was more obviously plated. Right between his slender hind legs he could see the tip of his own tapered length squeezing out from his slit, its deep amethyst-purple clear against his lighter hide. Several lines were marked near his slit as well, the sight of which made him wince.

In the past he might have been proud of his malehood, but now more than ever, he could only balk at its appearance. His master would point out whenever it emerged, asking if he enjoys being punished - which he of course, would vehemently deny. From the day he woke up with that wretched collar on, and lost his virginity to his new master without his member even being touched... he couldn't look upon it with any respect anymore. That was when the first line was drawn between his slit and tailhole, magically carved onto his scales. Since then, his master had taken care to tally-mark each and every occasion his 'pet' had came that way. Four times, so the marks showed, Tiberius noted bitterly.

It was only two days ago that the kobold had overheard his own ramblings while he was shoulder-deep in his rear, torturing him with undue pleasure as punishment for refusing to be the kobold's mount that day. Tiberius had urged himself to stay soft, not realising his words had left the sanctity of his mind, something his master has latched onto lately as another means to degrade him.

He let out another sigh, more in defeat than anger this time. Unless he did something really, really stupid, this was his situation for the next while.

Tiberius' contemplation was interrupted as the shutters on the cottage creaked open, the blue dragon looking up with a start. A human hermit of some kind staring out in surprise, the concern on their face replaced with an embarrassed confusion. For a moment, Tiberius was caught off guard, an unpleasant mixture of anger and guilt springing up inside at the sudden realisation that he had been spied on while inspecting his own genitalia.

He shuffled to his feet, the rush of being exposed prompting crackles of electricity to arc within his maw, despite the reins being in the way. He was about to yell at the human for his transgression when the short form of his master rose up next to him in the window, a hard, questioning gaze being sent his way.

Uh oh. For a moment, Tiberius just stood there, realising he was aiming his breath at his master. Bad, bad bad bad! The electricity fizzled away, leaving his maw partway open until he dumbly closed it, and sat down on his hind legs. A sudden shame washed over him, partly from nearly attacking his master so blatently, and partly from having stopped doing so.

"Good boy. As I've said, his training has been coming along well-" Karnith commented, before moving away from the window. The human nodded, still hesitant, before closing the shutters once more. The dragon covered his face and collapsed onto the grass again. Why had he stopped his attack? If it had landed, all this humiliation would have been over, right then and there...

About five more minutes passed before the door to the cottage swung open, and the kobold exited with a sack of ingredients, herbs, minerals and clinking glasses alike. Tiberius watched as his master approached, readying himself for the signal, already gritting his teeth. A short, sharp whistle. The kobold stood expectantly as Tiberius decided if he should obey the order or not, before shaking his head. There was no point refusing, but he couldn't stop a growl from rumbling out his chest.

He lay down as flat as possible, straightening his body. Keeping his wings furled and out of the way, he leant slightly to the side, presenting his back to his master. Try as he might, he couldn't prevent his fangs from barring slightly in irritation as the kobold strapped the sack atop the base of his tail.

"Sh-sh, quiet pet."

A clawed hand tugged at his collar, reminding him of the potential for punishment. A spike of anxiousness arrested what fight he had in him, falling silent as the kobold straddled his back, the slack leaving the reins. With a couple flicks, the dragon raised up onto all fours, lifting his master with him. They wouldn't be flying - no, he would have to take the slow beast-of-burden route that took already, back to his master's home. It would be a tiring trip, but at least there wouldn't be any more humans, or worse, other dragons to observe his situation.

Two weeks later...

Ding-ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling!

Far off, the sound of the dinner bell echoed into Tiberius' chamber, prompting the dragon to rise up from his nap, groggy from the disturbance. A quick glance around the room revealed nothing out of the ordinary: chiselled stone walls, a double set of stone doors, the heavy chain connecting his collar to the floor, and a pile of furs that now made up the entirety of his worldly possessions. The latter of which, was admittedly rather comfortable, but wholly less satisfying than the piles of gold he was used to sleeping upon.

He gave a sigh before remembering what woke him up. The smell of cooked food and meats lingered faintly in the air, his nose twitching with the scent, his stomach growling in anticipation. Food he didn't have to hunt was one of the few perks his role had granted him, after all, even his master seemed to want him to keep his strength. Yet, it had been more than a few days since he was last fed a good chunk of meat, and he had the barest hint of concern that perhaps the trend might continue today too.

Knock knock knock.

Unphased, Tiberius watched as the door creaked open the barest amount, a timid form on the other side. They paused, seemingly studying the dragon's mood. He gave them little more than a huff before lowering his head - there was no point to being threatening, aside from potentially losing out on a meal.

"Master wishes for you, uh, at the dinner table."

Tiberius grunted in response as finally the door was propped open, a kobold servant entering his chamber. The servant came in closer to unlock the chain on the floor, an appreciable nervousness visible on the smaller creature as they fumbled around with the lock. For a brief moment the dragon felt a slither of pride... but there was no real victory there. The servant was compact and lithe, but hunched in anxious feebleness, and their hide was dull and muddy brown. They were unremarkable and common in comparison to Karnith's vibrant red scales and confident stature. Tiberius let out a slight grumble, startling the servant briefly. If only he could get the jump on his master, then he, he - what would he even do?

The servant hefted the chain up over their shoulder, puffing a bit as they began to lead Tiberius back out to the grand hall, and through a series of familiar stonework corridors. Despite the lack of natural stone, Tiberius couldn't help but be a little impressed with this lair - it was an old fort built partway into a mountain range known as the Severed Peaks, and was in the process of being restored. Already it was a lot tidier than when he had first stepped foot inside. From what he could gather, his master had been needing a place to study magic in peace, and offload the treasures he had acquired in his years of adventuring.

Right as he had that thought, Tiberius spotted that the sturdy doors leading to the treasure room were partway open. The dragon's curiosity piqued intensely, he couldn't stop himself from stealing a glance at the gems and gold gleaming in the room beyond. Another servant emerged from around the doorway, leaving the treasury with several golden goblets in their arms. The dragon's eyes widened - they were his goblets! Or, they were at one point.

"H-Hey! Dragon! This way!"

The little kobold leading him nervously pulled on the chain, as Tiberius reeled his head as far back as he could go before being forced to snap his vision away from the beautiful hoard. A meagre whine escaped his lips, a shiver running through his limbs. There was a distinct urge to run back and pounce atop the treasure pile, to roll and shuffle in the gold. His gold.

N-No, it's not mine anymore. Master owns it now...

The words rolled around in his mind, hardly believing he would have to remind himself like that. It had been a week since he was last punished, and he was thankful for it so far. Maybe his master would be more lenient if he kept up his good streak...?

Finally, his thoughts were pulled away from treasure as the corridor opened up into the grand hall, the scent of food wafting through the air. The long oaken table would probably sit about thirty humans, which was more than adequate for the small entourage it supported today. There were about five kobolds already seated and dining, not including Karnith in the end chair closest to the corridor they just exited. The sounds of cutlery on plates were not ones Tiberius was familiar with prior to his capture, but it was a daily occurrence within his master's lair - Karnith insisted his servants ate like civilised folk, their inexperience with utensils definitely slowing their usually aggressive appetites.

The kobold holding Tiberius' chain went towards a hoop fashioned into the floor by Karnith's chair as was usual, intent on tying the dragon down once again, but a wave from Karnith interrupted him.

"That won't be necessary. Tiberius has been a good boy lately; he knows his place. Go ahead and remove the chain from his collar too."

His handler seemed confused at first, looking at the dragon with some trepidation before following master's orders. Tiberius himself lifted a brow, before snorting at the demeaning compliment. As the little kobold began tugging and unlocking the chain from his collar, his master gave the dragon a look, neutral and impossible to read, before going back to his dinner. Tiberius was beyond guessing his master's thoughts for now though - the smell of hunt was in the air, and the dragon was eager for a taste.

The servant left while dragging the chain away, the enchanted brass collar itself left in place. The weight of the heavy chain was somewhat surprising now that it was gone, he hadn't remembered it weighing so much, lifting his head at the unexpected relief.

He licked his lips as he lay down beside his master's chair, patient enough for the moment. He could see his bowl to his side, just a few steps away - it had irked him when they first began serving his meals in it like some animal, but for now, he was more concerned with eating at all than how it was presented to him. Surely it would be any time now that a servant would leave to get his share of the meal.

Tiberius watched the small group of kobolds at the table, his master included, dined on roast pig and fresh spring vegetables to their hearts content. The dragon wasn't expecting or wanting any of the cooked food, but watching the others eat made his stomach rumble, swallowing back a mouthful of excess saliva. His head sagged lower as the kobolds finished one by one, patting their stomachs and picking their teeth with their claws, all while the chef - a rather stout, black hued kobold - ran in and out with additional plates of meats and bread. But none of it was laid out for the dragon.

He knew better than to interrupt his master while he was eating - he'd witnessed the other kobolds breach that rule in the past, only for him to use his magic to freeze them in place for the remainder of the meal. In a way, it was similar to when an adult dragon feeds, becoming impatient and short of temper to those who would disturb them. With the collar around his own neck, Tiberius knew he would be all the more susceptible to that treatment, and whatever other punishments that were to follow...

It wasn't much longer before the other kobolds stood up and left as a group, yammering about their work tomorrow. Alone with master now, Tiberius looked up as his gaze was returned, the dominant kobold turning properly to look at the dragon, sipping wine from a goblet as he did.

"Something the matter, pet?"

Tiberius glanced over at his bowl briefly, hoping to convey his intentions without further speaking, but his master simply crossed his arms, just the barest hint of a smile forming on his lips.

A heat started to form in Tiberius' gut. Never before had he had to ask for anything when he was a free dragon. He always took what he wanted, and that always used to work.

"...I'm hungry, where is my food?"

"Hmph. That's not how a proper pet should beg to their master."

Tiberius felt a rumble in his neck, sparks of electricity crackling lightly in the gland at the back of his throat. He'd already stepped over a line in his pride by asking for something, to be told to grovel too bothered him immensely.

"I'm sorry. Master."

Karnith stood up, downing the remains of the wine before placing the goblet back calmly on the table, turning once more to face his pet dragon. Tiberius felt a shiver run through him as his master smiled again, more openly this time. He had something in mind for sure.

"Let's try that again. Speak my pet, what is the matter?"

Tiberius felt the hot glow of embarrassment turn in his stomach, more obvious than his own hunger. He knew what master was looking for, more humiliating, degrading speech, and he couldn't see any other way around it. Was he really reduced to begging for food?

"Mmrhh... Master, I am hungry. May I have something to eat?"

The dragon sunk low to the floor, the kobold looking particularly tall from this position. What else was there to say? The kobold looked down upon him, still with that same smile, which was really starting to aggravate Tiberius. Did he really need to beg more?

"I've been a good boy. A good pet for you, Master, you even said so just earlier. I waited for you to finish, and, I didn't hop on my- Uhm, on your treasure when I wanted to, and, I'm being very, very, obedient."

Those last words carried a large amount of resentment as the dragon went quiet, trying to gauge his Master's expression. Karnith's gaze seemed to wander somewhat, casually looking over the dragon's prone form. Just as Tiberius was feeling somewhat perturbed by the delayed response, Karnith squatted in front of him, cocking his head slightly.

"You look awfully cute looking up at me like that."

Eugh...

Tiberius huffed, squeezing his eyes closed at the comment. What person in their right mind thinks of a dragon as cute? Dragons were destroyers of kingdoms, lords of the mountains. But fine, if that's what his weird master felt, then so be it.

He heard as his Master readjusted slightly, opening his eyes as Master reached out a clawed finger to run from the tip of one horn, right to the base where it touched his skull. He began to stroke over that spot at the top of his head, an action the dragon wasn't sure how to react to. He felt as though it was meant to be reassuring?

Master continued that motion for a minute, moving his hand behind the dragon's head to scratch a spot he couldn't usually reach. The dragon noticed his own breath begin to shudder, his muscles relaxing on their own as he stared up awkwardly at Master. He felt like he was being oddly violated, insecure about the calm feelings his master was conjuring within him. He moved his head back out of his Master's reach, who let his hand fall.

"A good pet is always honest about what they desire. You will speak your mind when Master asks, no lies. Do I make myself clear?"

His Master's expression was steady, looking over the dragon carefully. Tiberius reined in his breathing, shaking away the odd calm before nodding, but Master tapped him on the snout lightly, tutting at him.

"No pet, use your words."

Tiberius gave a resigned sigh. "Yes, I understand, Master."

"You said you were hungry, right? Then you should appreciate every bit of meat your Master gives you."

"...Of course, Master."

Tiberius was expecting the kobold looming over him to stand back up and order the chef in, but instead, his master's hands roamed back up to his horns, and grasped hard. Tiberius felt his head being tugged forwards and towards the floor, confused as he tried briefly to shake off his master's motions. His eyes widened as with a soft bump, the dragon's snout was pulled into the crotch of the kobold's linens, a bulge forming in the pants right where his nostrils were placed.

"Breath in, pet."

Tiberius' insides were quivering, astonished by the bold move his master was pulling. Never before had he actually had to been told to sniff another male - that was an act of subservience between dragons that could be remembered for centuries to come!

He tried to squirm back out of his master's grasp, but his grip was strong, taking a short accidental breath in the moment. Just that small whiff of his master's bulge, just a wisp of that musk, and the dragon realised something was very... irregular. Instead of the dirty, impure smell of kobold, there was instead the refined scent of a masculine dragon in their prime, a heady odour that despite being wrapped up, was working its way into his brain. He felt himself shudder, letting out a whine as he looked up again to double check the kobold he was beneath really is a kobold, but his vision remained the same.

"Speak pet, what are you thinking about?"

Tiberius hadn't realised his perplexity was showing so openly. He swallowed, trying to back up on instinct to speak but his Master tugged him back.

"Y-You, you smell like, like a real dragon. H-how ...?"

He took another breath, taking it deeper this time to make sure. The rich male notes left him squirming. Usually, this was a sign that you were on someone else's territory, and to back off. But this concentrated from the source - It sparked a reaction he hadn't felt before. An intense feeling of jealousy, that somehow, this kobold was more of a dragon than he even was.

"M-Master, a-are you a dragon?"

Master chuckled, a deeper laugh than one would expect from a kobold.

"I believe there is true dragon's blood running through my veins - I can tell you have noticed the difference between me and my brethren, even discounting my sorcery. No pet, I am not a dragon. But you shall worship me as if I were."

Tiberius wasn't sure how to take in that information. Certainly, it helped explain his Master's intimidating aura and magic, but he was still the real dragon, so why did he feel so small and powerless in a mere kobold's presence?

As he tried to process this, his master gave a whistle. Quick footsteps made their way into the great hall, the chef panting as he made his way over.

"Yes sir?"

"Fill my pet's bowl, will you."

"Of course, sir."

The clatter of claws on stone left the room, Tiberius hardly able to turn away to look as his Master pulled his focus back. He tilted the dragon's head up a bit further, bringing his snout to rest at the hem of his linens.

"Disrobe me pet. Carefully, I like these pants."

The dragon gulped. Did he really have to do this, to reveal his Master's kobold cock, and witness it this close? In all the punishments he had previously endured, it was his own body which had been the focus, not his Master. He could feel his own shaft emerging, hating that Master's aroma was preventing him from keeping it tucked away in its slit.

He saw as his master began to frown, impatient with the wait, one hand leaving Tiberius' horn to pull at the brass collar instead. Not wanting to anger him further, Tiberius stepped into action. He carefully hooked the hem with his front teeth, pulling the clothing out of the way.

The bulge in Master's linens had been growing in the meantime, firming up under the cloth. With a - flick - it hit his nostril as the pants were pulled aside, inadvertently sharing a waft of scent to the dragon, letting out a whine of displeasure. Now fully exposed, it had the faint undertone of heat that a dragon's scent had, almost spicy at the back of the nose.

Tiberius didn't have a good idea of what a kobold's dick usually looked like, but his Master's cock seemed large on his small form - almost as long as his own length, if a bit thinner. Its shape was vaguely canine; the head was flattened but swept back with prominent ridges decorating the edges, the shaft long and smooth until reaching a ridge denoting the transition to his knot. The knot was a singular bulb, balking at how thick it was, just slightly beyond the girth of his own shaft. It had emerged from a slit, and was coloured a deep blueish-purple from the base to a scarlet red-wine tone near the head.

Tiberius stared at it, dumbfounded for a moment before his Master let it plop onto his snout. He snarled and tried to shake it off, but the hand on his horn kept him steady, the warmth spreading from it as it balanced atop his snout, visibly throbbing.

"Do you like it, pet?"

"Augh, No! Take it off me!"

"I told you not to lie. Sit up pet, you are hiding something from me."

Grateful to get away from that thing of his as well as the hand upon his collar, Tiberius pulled his neck back and sat on his hind legs to clear as much distance as possible. Only then a spark of realisation jolted through the dragon as he had fallen right into his Master's trap.

Between his own legs his shaft was bobbing proudly, now fully on display from Master's scent in the air. He winced looking at the traitorous flesh, pawing at the tiles in frustration, annoyed at how much of an effect the smell was having on his body.

"Well, my pet? Are you hard? Tell me."

By the gods, how does he do this to me..., Tiberius thought to himself, glaring back at his Master. He gave a huff, and looked to the side out of spite.

"Yes Master, I'm hard."

"And did this cock of mine do that to you?"

Tiberius grumbled for a moment, before giving an exasperated sigh. The worst part about all this was that technically, it was the truth. But he didn't have to like it.

"Augh... Yes. it did, Master."

If he was submitting to a dragon, that would be one thing, but a kobold was doing this to him. He couldn't believe he was being forced to say these things, and for what, some food? Just thinking about it made him feel like retching, but he couldn't tell if that was just the cramping in his stomach or not.

His Master gave a nod, grinning slightly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

At that moment, the dragon heard some shuffling to the side, the smell of fresh meat mingling into the room. Both Master and pet looked over as the chef unloaded a chopping board's worth of food into the dragon's bowl, filling it to a heap. Tiberius felt his mood lift immediately. He could eat soon!

Master grabbed the dragon's collar, pulling him to face forwards. Tiberius gave an indignant huff, which the kobold frowned at, his grip intensifying.

"Oh? Did you forget your place, pet? Or do you need a _proper_dragon to remind you?"

Tiberius was taken aback by the implication, suddenly feeling a whole lot weaker in the kobold's hands. This kobold, speaking as though he has the power of a dragon? It would be laughable, if it wasn't so believable. There was no way out of this degradation, not after what he had confseed earlier.

Master seemed to notice the dragon's shame, leaning into the idea.

"That's right. Even I am a more proper dragon than you. I saw that flicker in your eyes when you were kneeling, asking if I were a dragon too."

Tiberius tried to shake his head, hating how much his Master poked and prodded at his ego, his breath quickening.

"Speak, pet. Don't deny it. Spit it out."

He whined in frustration, his paws trembling as he gouged at the ground with his claws, leaving marks behind, exasperated with the words being forced out of him.

"Arrgh! Master, your scent makes you seem so... so much more than just a... a kobold."

The dragon grew quiet as he whispered out the last words. Master gave a nod.

"Of course. It makes you feel small, doesn't it?"

"...Yes, Master." Tiberius said, feeling himself awash with guilt. It felt like his pride was being stripped away from him with the admission. He wanted to hate his Master more for having him speak this way, but the anger simply wasn't there.

"Good boy. Bring your bowl over here pet."

"Ahh... yes, Master."

Rising up, the dragon promptly went over to where his bowl was left, the enticingly delicious bundle of chopped meat tempting him to take just a quick bite - but Master was watching, he remembered in the back of his mind. He grabbed the bowl in his maw, the meat so close, yet, just out of reach. His mouth watered as he placed it in front of his Master's feet - looking up, he almost surprised himself to see Master's hard length in front of his face again.

"Take your place pet, lower yourself, as small as you feel. Show me your obedience, then I will let you have your meal. Do you understand?"

The dragon gulped, but the fight had left him, already nodding timidly. "Yes Master..."

He allowed himself to sink down, until his stomach and limbs were resting flat on the ground. Master's length was bouncing slightly to his heartbeat, slow, calm, powerful. Tiberius could feel his own length throbbing as well, reminding him of its presence as it pushed along the floor with each pulse.

"Now give it a lick. Show me how much you appreciate your Master."

This act was new to him. He could feel himself practically glowing red with embarrassment, stirring a sense of revolution, yet his snout still touched up against his Master's cock again as he leaned in.

G-gods, am I really doing this? Is he really that much stronger that I would rather service him than try and flee...?

Tentatively, he opened his maw, grimacing as he lapped up the underside of the head, unsure what to expect. He was met with an oddly salty flavour, a peculiar bitter taste persisting on his tongue. His Master looked down at him with stern expectation, arms crossed after having let go of him. The dragon gulped nervously, licking over his Master's length several more times to appease him. Soon his mouth was filled with the musky, virile scent of dragon, enough to cause him to gag and pull back.

"What's the matter pet? You've never sucked a cock before?"

Tiberius looked up at master, somewhat offended at the implication.

"Of course not, why would I have!?"

Instead of chastising the dragon for speaking rudely, Master gave a smirk instead. He saw as Master moved a hand to his own shaft, stroking himself

"What about licking dragon pussy, hmm? Or is my pet a cute little virgin after all?

Tiberius gave back a bewildered look, unsure what Master was prying at.

"I've not been with anyone before, but I could, if, if..."

"You've never been with a dragon before? Wow, that dick of yours hasn't touched another's slit in your life, has it? Hah!"

The dominant kobold in front of him began to laugh, Tiberius feeling particularly vulnerable, his own length seeming to throb in recognition. He watched as Master began stroking faster, the dragon awkwardly flicking his eyes between his Master's hand hammering on his dick, and his face now contorting with pleasure.

"My adorable pet really is a virgin. That first time I tamed you, with my fist in your rear, squeezing your prostate till you spilled yourself all over your treasure - that was your actual first time with someone? Unff."

"Master, stop saying that! W-what are you doing!", Tiberius began to stammer, but his Master didn't slow down at all. The dragon was burning with embarrassment, his heart pounding as he was reminded of that utterly degrading affair that happened when he was first captured, the event that earned him his first mark under his slit.

"Are you hungry, pet? Open up."

Tiberius was about to respond with protests, but a flurry of movement interrupted him as he felt as both his horns were grabbed by Master, the tip of that cock jabbing into his maw.

A hot, bitter fluid filled his mouth for the first time, his Master claiming his oral virginity in a lustful fervour. The dragon coughed and gagged as the semen clogged the back of his throat, unable to back up from his Master's iron grip on his skull. It was all he could do was open his jaw as wide as possible, clumps of goopy cum dripping and sputtering out into his bowl as he tried to breath anything else than the powerful scent of his Master's cum.

Master finally relaxed his grip, Tiberius taking the moment to spit the cock out of his mouth, the dominant kobold simply aiming down as the remainder of his shots spurted out over the dragon's meal.

As the dragon panted, regaining his breath, he felt Master pat him on the head.

"Good boy, you've earned your meal. I do expect you to swallow in the future, but for now, I understand, it was your first taste after all."

Tiberius didn't respond, looking down at the mess that was made of his food. Ropes and clumps of white, sticky cum was lanced across the meat like a poorly applied sauce. He felt dizzy, like the past minute was a haze, as his Master chimed in again.

"Well pet? What do you say?"

The dragon stared at the bowl for a moment more, his stomach grumbling audibly. He clenched his eyes shut, the bitter taste still in his mouth. Would he really say it?

"...Th...Thank you. Master."

"Good pet. I've got business to attend now, so by all means, enjoy your meal."

Without any more words, Master slung his pants across his shoulder, and marched off bare-bottom out of the hall to clean up. The dragon stared at the meat, seeing the now cooling streaks of cum begin to pool in between the pieces of red flesh.

As much as he hated it, this treatment, the taste in his mouth irked him more. Laying down, he took a tentative bite, slowly chewing a mouthful of his food. By in large the taste of cum was drowned out by that of blood and flesh, but he could see it all the same, huffing in indignation.

He took his time to finish eating that night.

One week later...

"Three, Two, One, and Up!"

Ready on the count, Tiberius gave a powerful flap of his wings, ascending a good twenty feet into the air. As he was expecting, a tug at his reins indicated for him to stop, allowing himself to hover as he felt the kobold on his back balance themself.

It felt good to be outside on the mountain face again, if hampered by the small form riding on his back. He had begrudgingly accepted the opportunity to fly again, and was trying his best to ignore the taps and tugs at his neck asking him to correct his flight stance. Still, half his mind was concerned for his surroundings - were there any other dragons on the lookout today? Would his pitiful state of enslavement to a kobold be discovered? He was distracted long enough for a harder jab to push in on his side.

"I said turn , pet!"

Huffing, the dragon pivoted on the spot, a slightly unnatural motion for a dragon used to swooping wherever he pleased, but he did it none the less. Five scarecrows roughly the shape of humans were strewn about just up the mountainside a fair distance away.

"Alright pet, show me your breath! Aim for the target on the far left!"

Tiberius cocked his head in surprise, not expecting the order. The few times he had felt the crackle in his throat, he had been punished, or at least reminded of his place. To bring no harm to Master or his followers was one of the rules, after all.

"Master? Are you sure?"

"Did I stutter? Or have I domesticated you that thoroughly?"

The dragon shook himself, trying to ignore that jab at his pride. If that's what his master wanted, so be it. Lining up with the target, Tiberius sucked in a deep breath, feeling his throat fill with flickers of electricity, raw, heated potential building inside - and with a roar, unleashed it, a flash of blue light streaking out towards the wooden scarecrow.

Its right arm exploded into flames, the main body splintering in two as it fell to the side, singed straw bursting into the air. The dragon grinned, glancing back at the kobold on his back with a burst of confidence.

"How was that Master?"

"Hmm, not bad pet. You nearly missed however"

The dragon scoffed, looking back at the broken target. His master made just made a tsk tsk noise, tapping him lightly on the shoulder.

"Manners, pet. Now I shall demonstrate. It is important to hit the targets where they are the weakest."

Tiberius felt as his Master stood up higher on his back, going for a greater vantage point. The dragon knew his Master had tricks in the way of magic, but hadn't seen any of the destructive variety - with how powerful he was, he knew he would make a spectacle, but he would surely have difficulty in matching a dragon's breath weapon.

His Master muttered an incantation under his breath, as Tiberius glanced at the four remaining scarecrows, unsure which would be hit. A powerful crackle hissed through the air as a bolt of lightning swept from above his head, and launched down at the targets below. The bolt hit one, causing it to explode from the top up - but then the arcs chained across the air to hit the other three targets too!

Tiberius couldn't believe his eyes as all four remaining scarecrows fell down, the heads of three of them simply gone. The fourth, and farthest, had been struck in the shoulder, more than half its body missing as the details were lost in flames.

As the wreaked targets smouldered on the hillside, his master let out a hum.

"Three out of four, could be improved."

"B-but master, you hit all of them."

"I was aiming for their heads, of which one I had missed. Any mistake is one too many."

The dragon looked at the ruined mountainside, suddenly feeling small once again. Any time he felt he had an edge over his Master, however slim, it seemed like he was one step ahead. That was impressive, even for a dragon, Tiberius thought, shivering despite being used to the mountain winds.

They trained out on the mountainside for about half an hour, practicing basic motions and how they would be communicated to the dragon through commands and reins. Soon the sun was beginning to hide behind the summit, shadows crawling across the treacherous cliffs beyond.

"Come on pet, we're done for today."

"...yes Master."

They landed safely enough, travelling for less than a minute to reach the top of the fort his Master had claimed as his own. He laid down as was expected of him while the smaller kobold dismounted and took off the reins.

Tiberius looked out over the horizon as this was happening, seeing the forest and town beyond. It almost seemed like freedom was tempting him, he was no longer chained, and yet... he felt like he was losing the urge to fly freely away. Was he really so 'domesticated', as his Master put it...?

"You've done well today my pet. Your mount training has gone smoothly thus far, and I'm very satisfied with your progress. Before we get your meal however, I'd like you to come with me."

Master gestured for his pet to follow, walking towards the set of double doors leading into the fort proper. Tiberius gave a sigh of relief, happy to hear the positive feedback, although the word 'meal' rang with a sense of distaste for him.

Since his 'introduction' to cum last week, his Master had been ensuring each and every meal he was provided was topped with a smattering of the stuff. After a few days, the bitter tang no longer really bothered him from a taste perspective, but his dignity suffered all the same. Even worse, lately the cum hadn't even smelt of master's scent! It carried a foul, dirty tang that he could only conclude was from the chefs themselves. The knowledge some other kobold's emissions were tainting his food only further turned his stomach, troubling him even after mealtime was over.

Flushing the dirty scent from his mind, he gave one last hesitant gaze at the dimming sky before he joined master, the pair of them making their way through the long stone halls. Master's arms were held formally behind his back, poised tall as the dragon followed behind at a somewhat relaxed pace. Tiberius was curious, and somewhat nervous, about what his Master had in mind - especially as Master turned to stop in front of the treasure room, striding up to the doors to push them wide open.

Piles of golden coins and gleaming jewels greeted Tiberius, who whined under his breath, the silhouette of Master ahead of him just about the only thing keeping him from jumping into those mounds of gold. His Master turned back to give a side-glance, smiling as he spoke.

"I've been impressed with your efforts as of late, so I believe you deserve a reward. Would you like some treasure of your own to covet and care for?"

The dragon looked back between the glittering treasure and his Master, coming to terms with what was being proposed. Sputtering, he tried to hold back the rampant glee in his voice.

"...O-Of course Master!"

"Show me some of your favourite pieces then, anything you like."

His Master stepped in and to the side, gesturing over the whole room. Tiberius hesitated for a moment, before trotting in himself, feeling a giddiness creeping up under his scales. It had been so long since he had a treasure hoard of his own! He began to poke through the gold pile closest to him, glancing up to make sure Master hadn't changed his mind, or was pulling some kind of elaborate prank on him.

"...like this piece, Master?"

Tiberius pulled out a simple medallion inset with a sapphire, holding it by the chain with his teeth. The kobold tapped his chin in thought a few times before nodding.

"That looks fine. Place it by the door, you can keep going until I say otherwise."

With permission granted, Tiberius began searching more actively, spending the next fifteen minutes digging through the piles of gold. At first, he was timidly grabbing a single piece at a time, but as his confidence grew, so too did his own bundle of treasures.

He added a set of gaudily decorated dinnerware, a very large, pinkish-red ruby, a shimmering cloth that looked as though it were woven from gold, and all manner of jewelled necklaces, loose gems and coinage that featured icons of dragons on one side, was just to name some.

Dropping another couple gems to the pile, Tiberius was about to turn back for more when his Master gave an interruptive cough, pulling the dragon's attention back.

"That's enough pet. Looks like you have quite a few favourites."

Tiberius sat on his haunches, looking at the relatively modest pile in comparison to the treasure otherwise filling the room. Still, a sense of delight wove its way through him, knowing that they would be his.

"Yes Master, I, like these the most."

"Good! I will have the jeweller take a look over them first, and get them to you in a few weeks."

"...the jeweller?"

Master nodded, giving a smirk. "Yes, don't worry, I'll make sure you get even more gold around these precious gems. I'm sure you'll appreciate the results."

The dragon looked down at his treasure pile, disappointed he wouldn't get them immediately. He couldn't deny that more gold was rather tempting, but what was Master planning? He didn't get far with his thoughts before Master gave a wave of his hand.

"For now, though, it's meal time. I need to make sure your food is prepared properly."

Master gave a chuckle, before starting to walk out of the room. Tiberius groaned in distaste, already knowing what Master was implying - more cum on his food. Why did he have to insist on doing such a disgusting thing to his meals every day!

"Wait, Master!"

The kobold stopped in place, a smile just barely visible on his snout. "Yes, my pet?"

Tiberius cleared his throat cautiously. His Master was in a positive mood - perhaps, he would be willing to listen today?

"I'd like to make a request."

His Master turned around, brow cocked expectantly, folding his arms while he waited. The dragon gulped, suddenly feeling nervous. He'd been given a reward today already, so maybe this wouldn't go so well after all.

"Could, I have just meat for today's meal? Without the... the cum?"

The kobold stepped forward, striding up to the sitting dragon. Tiberius watched, shivering slightly, as Master looked over his form, seemingly inspecting his body before looking him straight in the eyes.

"Why? Explain yourself."

"B-because, the taste doesn't mix together very well, and, and..."

The dragon gulped, looking back into his master's unmoving eyes, glinting in the torchlight. He was afraid of offending his master, but he was meant to be honest, right?

"...I hate it, Master, I really hate it... especially when it tastes of those other kobolds! Eugh!"

Tiberius grimaced momentarily just at the thought of the dirty kobold taste that had previously lingered in his mouth, before meekly looking back at his master, who was tapping at his chin with a smirk.

"So, you can tell when it was I who added to your meal then? I'm pleased to hear you prefer mine over the others."

The dragon flinched as he realised what he had just said, his master grinning at the reaction. His own face flushed redder as he nodded.

"Y-Yes Master, I can tell."

"Hmm. Then perhaps, if you show your devotion to your me in another way... then I can arrange for your meals to be served clean."

"I... Okay, Master. How can I show my, devotion?"

The kobold gave a sly grin before walking past the dragon, entering the treasure room once more, Tiberius let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. Somewhat towards the centre of the room was a sizable throne surrounded in coins, likely designed for a human - while it was mostly made of marble, it was still garnished with golden trims and fine velvet for comfort. Clearly the former property of some noble or lord, if not a minor king.

Karnith loosened the buckle of his belt, sliding his tail through the hole in the back in one smooth motion as he disrobed, cementing what Tiberius had thought his Master had in mind. The kobold hopped up onto the seat, now bottomless, lounging back as his malehood began to emerge.

"Well pet? Come closer. You don't wish to disappoint me now, do you?"

Tiberius let out a grumble, the kobold's shorter form emphasized by the much larger chair he was sitting upon. Part of him wanted to just leave him sitting there, or refuse to give the service his Master no doubt desired, but his little pile of favourites was in the stakes too - what if Master decided to take his treasures away?

Bowing his head, Tiberius approached the kobold, still grumbling, and gave a huff as he sat down in front of the throne, the reddish tip of Master's cock bobbing slightly in front of his snout. His Master leaned back casually, both hands behind his head as he shifted his hips forward, unsheathing another inch of his shaft.

"Speak to me pet, how do you plan to show your devotion?"

Tiberius puffed out his cheeks in mild frustration, looking between Master's cock and his gloating face. "That... should be obvious, Master."

"Are you talking back to me, pet?"

"N-No, Master, I -"

"Then I want to hear you say it. What are you about to do?"

Tiberius grimaced, looking away for a moment.

"I'm, going to... service you, Master."

The Kobold's smile grew wider. "And how are you going to do that?"

"I will... suck... on your... cock."

Tiberius struggled to get the words out, already a heat across his snout, flush with embarrassment. Even worse, Master's scent grew thicker in the air between them as he spoke, the heady pheromones causing his own shaft to push out of his slit, demanding attention.

"Good booooy! Go ahead then, start by giving it a lick, just like last time."

Just like last time...,the thought ran through his mind even as he opened up his maw, wanting to get it over with. He gave several licks to the underside of Master's shaft, before wrapping his tongue up around it and gave it a squeeze. Notably, the bitter taste seemed more subdued, and thankfully free of the mucky flavour he had been noticing on his food lately - was he really that used to the taste of cum by now?

"Good, good, but let's teach you how to give a proper blowjob, or else we will be here all day. You will need to use more than just your tongue."

Tiberius inadvertently looked up at the kobold above him, shivering at the difference in power between them. He felt a hand push at the back of his skull, urging him forwards to take the majority of that shaft - he swore it felt larger in his mouth than it looked, although, he couldn't deny that it still looked too big on the kobold to begin with.

"Focus on the ridge on top. Go ahead, swirl your tongue around it."

The dragon tried carefully to follow Master's orders, flicking his tongue and twirling it around the ridges he could feel around the head. He was rewarded with a pleasured groan from Master, briefly elated from having achieved his goal, before the humiliation set in - was he really proud_to be pleasuring a _lowly kobold with his mouth?

He closed his eyes to try and shut out the world around him, pretending instead that this was some larger red dragon having his way with his maw instead. Perhaps then, the idea of servicing someone like this would be marginally more palatable.

"Good boy. Keep your teeth clear at all times, focus on squeezing with your tongue."

Biting hadn't even crossed Tiberius' mind until then, but of course he wouldn't - he had already been bested in combat against this dragon, or so his imagination said. He tried to mimic his Master's instructions, haphazardly moving his tongue to squeeze and press at the shaft filling his mouth.

He already felt like the smallest whelp beneath a male in their prime. He whined at the thought of that, suckling on Master's shaft harder, feeling it push further is his mouth as the knot slipped free from Master's slit, bumping up against his maw.

"Mhm, that's it. Put some suction on it. Harder, like that. Yes, good pet~"

He felt as Master's hands grabbed onto his horns again - something a true dragon couldn't do. His internal thoughts broke apart as his eyes flicked up to see Master hungrily gazing back. No matter how he cut it, he was servicing a kobold with his mouth.

That thought kept running circles through his mind as he tried to follow his Master's verbal instructions, his head in other places. He couldn't help but huff at his Master's heavy scent, getting stronger as the cock in his mouth rocked deeper, kissing at the bulge of Master's knot. Each breath made his own cock throb harder until he could hear the wet slap of flesh against the coins underneath him in time with his quickening heartbeat.

"Sucking my cock gets you that excited, huh? For however much you claim to disdain cum, your body seems awfully eager for more!"

Pleasuring a lesser race with his mouth like a servant was one thing, but enjoying it was entirely another. He hated how his Master's scent had his body quivering with arousal. Sure, he hadn't came in a while, mostly from refusing to indulge himself in case his Master got wind of it, but also because he was ashamed of how traitorous his cock had been since his capture. This should be turning him off! Despite his internal concerns, he continued to bob his head across his Master's cock, feeling as the grip on his horns grew tenser, the shaft in his maw twitching harder.

"Go ahead pet, swallow the knot. Show me how devoted you are."

Tiberius could hardly nod as he slurped down on Master's shaft, expecting his Master to take his maw suddenly like last time. Instead, he felt as the hands on his horns let go, his Master leaning back in the chair, content to watch his pet do all the work.

The dragon whined out, realising the point of it. He had to show he was committed, that he would go all the way, and swallow Master's knot on his own. He'd gone so far to back out now. Reluctantly, and squeezing his eyes shut in trepidation, Tiberius craned his neck forward, allowing Master's knot to push into his mouth, careful not to rake his teeth across the sensitive flesh.

"Thaaat's it pet, now milk it like a good boy, drink your Master's seed!"

Was this what he had stooped down to? He tried to forget by focusing on the only thing he could - wringing his Master's cock dry so he could be free from this humiliation. Wet slurping and pleasured grunts were all but tuned out as he single-mindedly sucked and squeezed that shaft and accompanying knot. The first sign of Master's encroaching orgasm was his own gagging as Master's dick swelled to kiss the back of his throat. Teary-eyed, he stayed his ground, maw hilted against the kobold's crotch.

He hardly realised he was swallowing cum until it was already happening, thick gushes of cream rushing straight into his gullet. He strained against his urge to pull off for a good second before relenting, the remaining pulses filling the back of his mouth with the salty bitterness that typically accompanied his master's fluids. Through blurry vision he could see the kobold looking down at him, savouring the view of a dragon between his legs.

Tiberius swallowed what he could, a loose dribble escaping out the corners of his mouth as he finally backed off. He panted hard, lungs crying for fresh air while his master simply watched. The sounds of breathing were all that remained, aside from the occasional drip of precum from the dragon's untouched member, landing unceremoniously on the riches beneath.

"That will do. I'll arrange for some fresh meat for you tonight. Good boy!~"

The dragon flinched as his master leaned forward to scratch his head, but he let it happen. He was relieved - it was over for now. He had a clean meal to look forward to, his mood lifting somewhat as he remembered his treasures too.

"What do you say pet?"

"...Thank you, Master."

"Good boy. Come, let's get cleaned up."