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Earning the approval and admiration of fellow adventurers was something you wanted perhaps more than you should, but being a kobold adventurer among humans, elves, and dwarves, you felt an exaggerated need to one-up and impress your peers.

Perhaps that's why, when one of them mentioned in passing that dragon slaying was far and above what they aspired to be doing, the thought of it - slaying a dragon - became a pervasive one.

What would it take to hunt down a dragon?

You were surprised at your own conviction. The desire to hunt down a dragon had stopped being a compulsive thought and had become something you were committed to doing. And as luck would have it, you'd managed to track one down. You'd read every bestiary you could get your hands on, and spent your gold accordingly - you were kitted for dragon hunting, and when you'd heard a dragon was sighted in the mountains to the west, you were already on the road.

The climb was hard, but kobolds were natural climbers, and it was nothing you couldn't handle. Your confidence was growing, though there was always a nagging part of you assuring that there was no way you'd actually kill a dragon. Even so... you wanted to try. Maybe you'd just plunder the hoard a little and sneak off, if you chickened out. Even that would be a story.

Before you knew it, you were sneaking into the cave, silent and cautious, your crossbow at the ready, as the cave widened and opened up into a wide chamber, complete with a pile of gold that glittered in your darkvision.

"Who enters?" A voice boomed out, your heart dropping into your stomach as you scanned the room frantically for the dragon. How could it have spotted you?

You felt a rush of air and dove as the dragon came swooping down from above you. You looked up and spied a nest hidden up above the entrance... the entrance the dragon was now blocking, and watching you.

"...Oh." The dragon said, relaxing its posture. "Just a kobold. Come - more servants are always welcome in my domain." He said, beckoning you forward.

You felt something inside you lurch. A desire to agree. You quickly suppressed it.

"Hm?" He said, tilting his head to the side. "What do you have there?"

You lifted your crossbow and took aim, and the dragon looked slightly taken aback, before he broke out into laughter.

"Oh dear, a strong kobold adventurer! My mistake - I thought you were a servant." He said, his humor quite obvious in his tone. "Come to slay me, I suppose?"

"That's right." You said, your voice cracking on the 'i'.

"Well, I suppose we should agree to terms, then, hmm? How about this - you don't use the crossbow, and I... won't touch you at all. How does that sound?"

You blinked, keeping your crossbow aimed and ready. "Y-You're serious?" You asked.

"Of course. Dragons are honest creatures." he said, dropping his voice down an octave and making you shiver involuntarily. You could hear his words bouncing around in your mind, repeating over and over, and your weapon slipped from your hands and clattered loudly on the stone floor. You flinched at the noise, and briefly considered picking it back up, until-

"Good, good... That seems fair, doesn't it?" The dragon said, standing up and stretching. "Go on now - have at you. I promise, I won't lay a finger on you at all."

You stepped forward, anxiously, and walked closer. You realized you'd started dragging your feet, and shook your head hard to wake yourself up. What was happening to you? Why couldn't you focus?

"Just a little closer." The dragon said, stirring up your thoughts once more. "You look tired, little kobold."

"Not tired." You snapped, reaching up and gripping your sword, your muscle seeming to fail as soon as you tried to draw it.

"Hmm, of course not. But surely after such a climb, you're feeling something?" The dragon said, clearly amused.

Something. No- No! You had to get away from this dragon. He was doing something to your mind.

A smell reached your nose, and your eyes focused on the dragon once more. He was smiling, and- and- his...

His sheath. You could see it now, so heavy, so full between his legs. A hefty sac swinging with every little movement, spreading that smell to you, and making your knees tremble.

"Breathe." The dragon commanded, and you obeyed involuntarily. The smell was spiced, heavy, and warm. You felt yourself warming up as it flooded you, and by the time you realized where you were, the dragon was already overtop of you, and his shaft was at half-mast.

"Hmm. But I said I wouldn't touch you, didn't I? So no touching." The dragon said. You couldn't stop the whimper before it escaped you, high pitched and needy, desperately reaching your hands up but not quite touching.

"Unless of course, you don't want to fight anymore." He said, curling his tone up and gently swinging his sac in front of your face.

"I- P-Please, can- m-may I just-"

"I said I wouldn't touch you. Dragons are honest creatures." He repeated.

"Dragons are honest creatures." You said, and he chuckled.

"Good boy. Do you even remember why you can't touch?" He asked.

You couldn't. You tried, but nothing was there. You shook your head.

"No... I'm sure you don't." The dragon chuckled deeply. "Hmm. Take a nice deep breath for me, and when you let it out, go ahead and forget the rest of what you know."

You obeyed. A long, deep breath, your eyes rolling up at that incredible scent, the incredible heat all around you - it became your everything. And then, you let it out, nice and slowly, your breath shuddering in pleasure as you felt your mind bottoming out and becoming empty.

"Good. Very good. You may touch, now." The dragon said, and you eagerly complied, wrapping your clawed little fingers around the shaft and taking deep, desperate breaths. "Isn't that much better, little kobold?" He asked.

You whimpered your "yes" between heavy licks.