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Arkoa was doing his best to brave the storm that had been raging for about an hour now. The brass scaled dragon was soaring over the ocean when he got caught in the thick of it. For all of his strength and stamina, the winged beast was starting to tire. The wind was whipping all around, forcing him to beat his wings as hard as he could just to keep himself steady. Occasionally there was an even stronger gust of wind that would nearly knock him out of the sky. Arkoa was struggling to keep himself going. If the assaulting winds weren't enough of a challenge to brave, the dragon was also being beaten with ice cold rain that was pouring down hard, chilling his scaly body that needed a certain amount of heat to properly function. The droplets were being carried by the rain, making a wall of falling water that Arkoa could hardly see through. With no idea of where he was heading, the dragon pushed on the hopes that he would find some kind of land. If he couldn't, the only place for him to go would be the sea where large angry waves were crashing against each other.

Fighting through the strain felt his entire body and the harsh stinging felt in his wings, Arkoa pushed himself even further. He wouldn't let himself stop, not until there was somewhere safe for him to land. Barely seeing through the rain, Arkoa spotted something that looked like land. Without thinking about it twice, he drove for it and was glad to see that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. It was a small island from what he could tell it seemed to have a cave as well. Somewhere to land and a place to seek shelter as well.

He was just able to male it, all but collapsing when he touched down to the ground. But the storm was still raging. The winds were raging with the same amount of intensity and the rain was still pelting his shiny scales. With the cave dead ahead, Arkoa all but crawled his way towards and into the cave, breathing a sigh of relief when he was finally out of the freezing and pelting storm. With a groan and huff he shook himself. The water was dripping off his scales and shaking made them fly in every direction. When he felt dry enough, Arkoa stepped deeper into the cave. He stumbled upon some wood and gathered it up before breathing some fire. It caught on the wood and made a fire that brought the dragon the heat he needed. It also provided light that allowed him to see that the cave was very spacious inside. There was more cavern further beyond, going downwards and likely further underground. Arkoa could only see so far and his focus was on getting himself warm again. He huddled close to the fire and gradually his body got back to a temperature that felt comfortable.

He had just risen to his feet when there was a noise. The sounds of approaching footsteps! Acting on his instincts, Arkoa turned around and swiped with his front paw, using his outstretched claw to defend himself. But the foe had gotten out of the way and with ease as well. Arkoa had warmed his body up but he wasn't fighting fit quite yet. His movements were significantly slower than usual and weaker too.

He was then cuffed across the face, making him reel back. Whoever this foe was, they were most certainly stronger than him. But he didn't give up, even when he could finally get a good look at them. The fire's light reached the other dragon, revealing his larger and stronger looking body. Deep red scales covered him from head to tailtip,making him look all the more threatening. Arkoa attempted to take his opponent off guard by throwing himself at the other dragon. They were soon rolling over the cavern floor, clawing, snapping, and striking each other as much as they could. Arkoa was doing all that he could, but there were many factors that were working against him. In the end, the red dragon was the one on top, using his greater weight and strength to pin Arkoa down and keep him there.

"Well, well, well," the red dragon said with a deep tone of voice. "It's been a long time since I've had an intruder."

"I didn't mean to intrude!" Arkoa quickly defended. "My name is Arkoa and I was just trying to get out of the storm."

"Whatever the reason..." the red dragon said, his tone making it clear that he didn't care. "...There's a price to pay for stepping foot on Maladam's land."

Arkoa gasped. He had heard that name before. Maladam was spoken off as a strong and fierce dragon that wasn't one to trifle with. He supposedly lived in a far off land all to himself. The brass dragon had always seen it as some sort of legend but now it turned out that he had stumbled upon that very dragon's land and the dragon himself...

Arkoa didn't notice while his mind was recalling the stories he had heard. But he could feel it now. There was something around his neck and now it was being tugged. He groaned and was forced to look back at Maladam, seeing that the dragon was holding a chain in his front paw.

"It's been a long time since another dragon's stepped foot here. You're a bit small but you'll make a serviceable pet," Maladam said while looking Arkoa up and down. There was a collar around the brass dragon's neck that the chain was attached to. The red dragon's strength could be felt as he was simply tugging. Arkoa groaned as he was pulled onto his feet and made to follow the bigger dragon into the deeper parts of the cavern. Darkness shrouded them both for a bit until the ground was even again and light returned, coming from glowing crystals that were embedded in the rock, protruding from the floor, walls, and the ceiling. Arkoa would have admired the sight if he wasn't still being pulled along to the center of the underground chamber.

Maladam got on his back and when he pulled Arkoa towards himself, the brass dragon was dragged along until his face was being pressed against one of the red dragon's hindpaws.

"Here's your first task, pet," Maladam said. "Give them a good licking." He began to rub his hindpaw against Arkoa's face, grinding the scent of his foot musk into the other dragon's snout. Arkoa groaned from this and was at first keeping his mouth firmly closed. But then there was another tug and this time he felt the collar slowly tightening around his neck, making it harder and harder to breathe...

Arkoa then realized that this collar was not a regular one. Whether through magic or some kind of mechanism, this was Maladam's way of getting his "pets" to comply. Feeling the collar shrinking all the more the longer he resisted, Arkoa soon felt his airway being painfully strained. Not daring to see just how tightly the collar could really squeeze, the brass dragon relented and dragged his long, thick, and slightly rough tongue over the sole of the bigger dragon's back paw. Doing so gave him the unwanted tastes of sweat and a bit of dirt. But the collar was starting to expand again, allowing him to breathe with more ease. Putting his pride aside, Arkoa continued to run his tongue along the surface, his senses being assaulted by the smells and tastes of dragon foot musk.

The squeezing on his neck had made his need to inhale stronger than usual and that meant the scent of Maladam's hindpaw funk was rushing into his nose freely, being strong enough to irritate his nasal passage. But he powered through, groaning as he continued to lick, this time touching areas that he hadn't before. Arkoa didn't want to outwardly admit it but the acts were getting a bit easier for him. The more he licked, the less offending the flavors and odor became.

Maladam was purring from the licks to his hindpaw. The other dragon learned his place quickly enough and his thick tongue felt good, tracing over the length of his paw, leaving it wet and feeling warm from the heated saliva. It was a feeling he could certainly get used to. Watching the brass dragon work, Maladam could see that Kalladias was forcing himself to do this, having no joy in his eyes. The red dragon didn't really care about that and made a point to shove a toe between the other drake's scaly lips, commanding him to suck on it. He groaned, a toothy grin spreading across his muzzle when the comfort of having the digit gently suckled on came. All the while, Arkoa was groaning while he was doing this, finding the taste of bitter sweat was even stronger...

Arkoa was made to lick and suck on the hindpaws for a while after that but was given relief when they were reeled back, being thickly coated in dragon spit. The brass dragon was glad to no longer be licking them. The taste and smell of them were still heavy in his nose and on his taste buds.

"Not bad, pet," Maladam said, putting some extra emphasis on the new title he had for the fellow dragon. "We're not done just yet. I've got something else for you to lick." He made his meaning clear by spreading his hindlegs, drawing attention to his plump looking sheath and even plumper smooth scaled balls. Even from the small distance that kept Arkoa away from the orbs, he could see that they were already churning and likely full of seed.

Another rough tug pulled him in and when his head was close enough, Maladam took hold of it. Keeping a rough grip that had his claws just short of digging into the brass dragon's head scales, the bigger drake guided Arkoa's head. More specifically he all but shoved it against his sheath. Having his snout pressed to the pouch, Arkoa was again exposed to the scent of dragon musk. It was different than before, being a more earthy scent with a tone of something else that told of Maladam's strength and virility.

Between the claws that were just short of digging in and the threat of the collar shrinking around his neck, Arkoa decided to just act by drawing his tongue over the sheath, slowly moving his tongue in a way that he hoped would please the other dragon. After sweeping over the front, Arkoa began to trace around it, feeling the twitches and bulges that came from the length contained within the sheath.

"Suck," Maladam said as he pushed Arkoa's head down lower. The next area to stimulate were the fat balls. Arkoa's tongue lapped over the smooth scaled sack but that wasn't what the bigger dragon wanted. Complying with the order, the brass dragon forced himself to open his mouth, taking the pair of balls into his muzzle. Wincing a bit from the taste of sweat again, Arkoa began to gently suckle. He could hear Maladam moaning and sucking more caused the red dragon's cock to slide out from his sheath. Seeing it extend and plump up before his eyes nearly made Arkoa gasp. Precum was soon dripping onto his face, spreading the smell of horny dragon even further. Arkoa didn't like being marked like this; the fluid was clinging to his scales rather than sliding off like the rain had been. Hoping that he could avoid anything to do with that shaft, Arkoa also began to lick along with his sucking, doing all that he could to orally worship those orbs while doing his best to not be overwhelmed by the intensifying musk that came from the red dragon's cock being fully out from the sheath, slick with fluids while also leaking pre.

Maladam soon pushed him away with a surprising amount of force. Arkoa fell back dazed and that provided enough time for the bigger dragon to get on top, keeping him down with his greater amount of body weight. Arkoa's eyes went wide as he felt the thick tip of Maladam's cock pressing to his tailhole. The length was already hot and slick with fluids and a gentle push was all it took to spread the brass dragon's rim.

Another thrust came and this one pushed the tip inside, making Arkoa cry out from the pain of having his ass spread around the thick dragonhood. As soon as the tip was in, the bigger dragon continued pushing and Arkoa was powerless to stop himself being penetrated, feeling that the shaft was only getting thicker. When the last of it was left outside it took another thrust that made the brass dragon hiss and clench down. While he felt a jolt of pain, Maladam was groaning from the pleasure of being completely buried in the hot and soft passage.

""U-urgh!" Arkoa groaned. His muffled sounds were all but drowned out by Maladam's.

The bigger dragon pulled his cock back, feeling his thickness and length sliding along the walls. It was being hugged by the smaller drake's unprepared anus. The thickest parts eased out and the rest slid free with greater ease. But there was hardly any relief for Arkoa, another hard thrust came and all of it was shoved in deep again.

Still stuck between the floor of the cavern and Maladam's unrelenting weight, Kallaides was completely helpless. All he could do was let out more muffled sounds and breathe in more of Maladam's scent.

The thrusts had been disjointed to start but they became more fluid and faster as well. Maladam's hips were rocking roughly and he was burying every inch in, giving the brass dragon no leeway. Precum was leaking out in greater amounts, making the hole he was penetrating slick then sloppy, meaning a sound was heard with every pull and push.

The smaller dragon was left with nothing more to do than pant and groan through his sharp clenched teeth. He wasn't feeling anything close to the amount of pleasure that Maladam was. Putting the physical feelings aside, Arkoa was grappling with the fact that he was being taken forcibly, made into another dragon's fucktoy. The thrusts were getting faster, the strain was increasing, and the wet sounds of penetration were growing louder as well.

"Get used to it, pet. This is your life from now on," Maladam said with a dark chuckle.

Arkoa was going to say something but he was cut off by more weight being pressed down on him, clearly deliberately. It was getting to the point that he was nearly crushed. Maladam's grunts were getting deeper and his cock was throbbing harder as well. Before Arkoa could realize what was happening, the shaft inside of him was already shooting large gushes of thick and hot dragon seed that made the brass dragon shudder and hiss. While he was being pumped full, the bigger winged beast was moaning and shuddering, still keeping the other creature stuck underneath him...

***

"They'll teach you how to be a good pet," Maladam said as he tossed Arkoa into another chamber. By then the brass dragon had endured another two rounds and was feeling weak and sore beneath his tail. He fell limp to the floor and looked around to find that he wasn't alone. The chamber was full of kobolds and they all looked at him before moving in at once.

Maladam was walking away but he smirked when Arkoa's voice came echoing out towards him. He knew that his other pets would mold the dragon into someone fitting of his tastes.

Arkoa was lying on his back, feeling too weak to get up, let alone fight the hoard of kobolds off. Most were gathered around him in a wide circle while some were upon him, panting and grunting as they were rocking their bodies either against or inside of him.

One grey kobold was thrusting into Arkoa's aching hole while another was clinging to him, a green kobold that was thrusting in time with him. They were moaning together, the grey one being louder as he enjoyed the pleasures of penetrating the dragon while also being thrust into himself.

On the other end, a red scaled kobold was chittering as he pumped his length against the brass dragon's tongue. Arkoa was again on the receiving end of another male's musk. While it wasn't as strong, he still wasn't a fan of the odors being forced into his nose.

Two kobolds were making use of his paws, one was humping against his right hindpaw, getting it wet and slippery from the precum that dripped from the tapered length. The other one was keeping a hold of the other hindpaw, moving it himself against his cock, controlling the pace and pressure completely.

When one of them came and stepped away, another kobold took their place, stuffing the hole again or rubbing their cock against the foot that was already slick and hot with their fellow kobold's seed. Arkoa was groaning the entire time, feeling the hot jets of seed filling him up even more and also tasting them on his tongue, groaning from how slimy the kobolds' seed was.

They just kept coming and cumming in and on him, using the bigger male to their leisure and marking him with their scents. The more they did this the more that Arkoa could feel his will breaking. He didn't wrap his lips around their cocks or clench his hole around them but he didn't put up any resistance against their assaults. In his mind the brass dragon was finally starting to realize that this was his life from now on and sooner or later he would become just another pet to satisfy Maladam's desires...