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There are corners on the multiverse where one would not dare to go. Regions where even the bravest and strongest warriors of any of the worlds would never dare to set foot, unless they were absolutely sure of themselves or if they had absolutely no other choice.

It was in one of those regions that stood a construction.

This castle had seen better days, as it had been dilapidated by time, by the elements and by looters who came in there and took what they could of the once grandiose structure, however, it was still possible to see a part of its former glory. Most of all, it was possible to see how imposing and intimidating it was, as it was originally the intent of the great fortress, built on the effigy of its leader and creator, a creature who once thrived to conquer not only the Dragon World, from where he was native, but all other worlds.

And who recently resumed his quest for conquest after being free from his secular prison.

The rest of the Dragon World had not yet grown wise of his freedom, however, rumors and whispers were spreading about the return of a great evil, and it would not be long until they realized that the prison that once kept one of the worst beings this world has ever known was now empty, and that the great Thundering Warlord was once more loose on the world to resume back from where he left before being captured and rebuilding his empire.

And this time, nothing would be able to stand on his way.

As the fortress stood strong and lonely, a single figure walked across the desolated wasteland. A single figure walked all alone on the unwelcoming place and straight into the maws of the giant fortress. And we do mean "maws" on the most literal way here, for the entrance of the great castle was the great open mouth of the dragon whose image was inspired to build it, like a gigantic muzzle that was ready to close its jaws on whoever was foolish enough to enter. Like that poor idiot.

Now, you might be excused to think that this person walked into this terrifying place would be a great and imposing hero, with a magnificent armor and a powerful weapon hold on his grasp, marching imposingly into the unknown, ready to vanquish any evil he could possibly find on this place.

However, this figure actually was pretty different from what you may have in mind when you think of a great hero. Starting with his size, which was... not impressive at all. In fact, he would be small even when compared to a human child. And he didn't look threatening at all, with his panda appearance, with small angel wings sprouting from his back and a dragon tail from his behind. He was also not wearing a magnificent armor, but a pink shirt, a yellow vest, a pair of red shorts and a tie of the shame color, and the "weapon" he had looked more like a cardboard clipping sword than an actual blade. And he certainly didn't look like a brave warrior looking for adventure, as he meekly made his way into the fortress, hesitant as if he was dreading what he would be finding inside.

Pandas were not the strongest members of the dragon kind of buddies, but they were dragons alright. They had potential to be as much of a challenge as others of their kind, although a single one of them would never be a match to a much bigger and stronger dragon. It was not even about their size, it was just that they were so limited in power...

Many would wonder what this lone Chibi Panda was doing there. Maybe he'd gotten lost?

No, he was not lost. This panda had come in there purposefully. He knew why he was there, and he knew what he was going to do once he was inside. And he took several days to be able to convince himself to go ahead and do it.

He stood before the imposing doors, forged in dark steel. For a moment, it seemed that the poor little guy was going to turn around and leave. However, he forced himself to stay, saying to himself that he had come all the way there and that he could not get cold feet now.

So, slowly, he forced himself to move his hand forward, until his closed fist was just a few centimeters from the solid steel of the door and he... knocked.

He waited. There was no answer. He knocked again. A little more of wait and still no answer from the inside. The panda tilted his head as he looked at the big door.

I-is he not here? But... he said he would come here.

"B-Boss?" The panda said, knocking a little harder, thinking that maybe he was not knocking hard enough. This caused the door to shift slightly, much to his surprise.

It wasn't locked.

He pushed the door open, albeit with some difficulty, and he saw himself inside of a long, dark entrance hall. It didn't remain dark for very long, though, for as soon as he stepped inside, the torches all along the inside of the hall lighted up in bluish flames, causing him to jump back in surprise as the whole place was cast in an eerie, ethereal light that was somehow even more unnerving than the darkness.

Man, Big Boss really knows how to make a place reflect his personality... the panda thought, before forcing himself to walk forward.

As he did, more and more torches lighted up as he made his way inside of the giant fortress. He could not help but think how amazing it was, and how it reflected the Boss' personality so well.

It was old, sure, but it was still impressive, with the walls of dark obsidian and the ground of black marble. It certainly looked like the perfect fortress for an evil overlord to make himself at home.

And he is an evil overlord.

This was the kind of place that would make most people turn around and leave after being in for a little while. Or at last be a little weary. Especially when they came closer and saw the bones scattered across the entrance, including some skeletons on the great spikes of obsidian on the main entrance chamber.

Those bones looked like they were centuries old, but the fact that they were into those spikes, with the very disturbing implication that they had been impaled on the spikes while they were still alive, would be enough to make people more than a little uncomfortable.

Even Panda, who had heard straight from the source that all of them had been put on the spikes after they were dead, found the sight of the skeletons on the spikes to be more than a little unnerving.

However, they palled in comparison to the reason why he was even there on the first place.

The talk that he would be having once he was inside of the fortress was way scarier than any skeleton on giant spikes.

And yet, he continued pressing on, because he knew that, as much as he dreaded the conversation he was supposed to have and its possible repercussions, he knew that he needed to go and have it.

He could not keep running away from it. Not anymore.

He needed to face problems right on and face the music like a real man. Just as his Boss had taught him.

Even though he would rather pluck himself with a pincher until he was completely bare-skinned than to have this conversation...

He walked across the hallways, seeing many carvings and paintings on the walls, most of them depicting scenes of battle and of a great dragon with long horns on his head and wearing a magnificent weapon. Sometimes he was sitting on a throne, often wearing a mantle and a crown in addition to his armor.

"Boss?" Panda called, as he continued to walk forward, "Boss, are you there? Is me, Pan-Chan! I came here to talk to you! Boss!"

He continued to call as he walked further and further inside of the fortress. His will to have the conversation he had been avoiding for several days now and, since he didn't know the layout of the fortress, it was no surprise that he ended up getting lost inside, as he tried to find the person he was looking for.

Eventually, he caught sight of something. A light coming out of a certain area of the place. It was faint and distant, but it was enough to catch Pan-chan's attention, and cause him to follow that one light, that one sight of the place not being completely abandoned since he arrived there.

And soon, the light became stronger, as Pan-chan approached more and more.

"Boss?" Pan-chan asked, this time more meekly. A part of him knew instinctively that this was him. And the prospect that he was about to meet with him made him feel more nervous about the fact that he was about to meet him.

The panda soon was turning around the corner, peeking through the open gates into the great room that seemed to be conference room, the kind where many people would meet to discuss important matters. The great and round table certainly gave that impression.

However, the room was mostly empty, save for one creature that was already there when Panda arrived.

This was a dragon, that much was clear by his clearly draconic appearance. However, this was clearly not a traditional dragon. For beginners, he was bigger than an average dragon. Much bigger. His head was decorated with a luscious, red-colored mane, and with a pair of huge bull-like horns. His scales were of dark shades of grey, and he had a scar shaped like an "x" on the bridge of his snout. He was wearing a black and golden combat armor and a long red cape.

This dragon was the very same one in all carvings and paintings on the walls, and he would be intimidating for anyone who met him. Especially once they knew who exactly he was.

This was a dragon who once terrorized the Dragon World by gathering a powerful army and starting a conquest campaign against all of the other dragons, with the specific goal of taking over the world and subjecting everyone to his will, before turning his attention to the remaining worlds, and who was only stopped due to all of the most powerful dragons of the land coming together to defeat him and seal him away inside of a crystal for generations.

This was no other than Demon Lord Dragon Batzz. Also known as the Thunder Emperor.

Panda, on his end, knew him as "Big Boss".

This dragon was currently focused on the center of the table, where light was coming from a giant amethyst-like gemstone and projecting a hologram of their specific location of the Dragon World. The dragon continued to look at it with his yellow eyes, using one of his clawed hands to rub his chin as he muttered to himself.

It seemed that he had completely failed to notice the arrival of the little intruder who sneaked his way into his fortress and was currently standing behind him.

And he stood there for nearly ten minutes as Batzz continued to focus on the holographic projection of the land.

He would open his mouth, keep it open for a while, and then close it. Then he would repeat the process, this time lifting a finger, as it he was ready to talk for real this time. Then he would close his mouth again and try again.

Man, why was it so hard to find the right words to talk to someone!? I mean, he came all the way to that old fortress! Talking should be the easy part, right?

Then why was it so hard?

Why couldn't he just say what he wanted to say?

Panda was starting to consider just giving up and going home, when Batzz sighed, and spoke:

"For how much longer you plan to stand there, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water?"

Panda blinked, his eyes widening as he nearly let out a curse. The suddenness of Batzz's voice made him give a jump back, and he looked at the tyrant demon dragon from behind.

"Don't act so surprised." Batzz said to him, in a very calm manner. "I have built this fortress to be a stronghold in the case of any enemy attack, and nearly everything still works, even after so much time since I was last here. My sensors detected your approach when you were over two miles away."

Panda was in shock and, as he was thinking of something to say:

"But, I have to say, I am surprised..." Batzz said, passing a hand over the hologram, making it change to a complete holographic layout of the fortress. "From all possible entrances and points of access, and from all of the ways you could have possibly tried to come in..."

He paused for a moment, and then turned around to look at the smaller dragon.

"I never expected you to just walk through the front door."

He had a serene voice as he was speaking that. However, the intensity on his eyes was undeniable as he looked at the smaller Buddy, who shrunk under that gaze. However, Panda was soon shaking his head.

No. Don't lose your nerve now. Panda said to himself, If you back down now you will lose whatever respect Boss has left for you! You need to face it head on! Just like Batzz's himself told you! Don't shy away from something only because it is hard!

So, Panda took a deep breath, and looked back at Batzz with his own determined expression.

"So, looks like you made your mind, doesn't it?" Batzz said to him, giving him the weirdest grin look. This did made Panda more than a little uncomfortable, and he nearly faltered, but he forced himself to remain strong.

"Boss..." Panda said, "First of all, I... I'd like to apologize."

Batzz looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Apologize?" He asked, looking down at him as he stepped closer. "For what, exactly?"

"For not being honest with you." Panda said to the Thunder Emperor. "For not being open on the three years we known each other..." He looked at him, "And for... running away. And not contacting you for so many days... I... I needed some time, I guess."

Batzz looked down at him, as he rubbed the back of his neck. Batzz then said:

"Time to plan your next step?" He asked, and he was practically boring holes on Panda with his gaze. "Well, I assumed you needed time to know what to do, after your little charade was broken, didn't you? Was me finding out the truth about you not part of your little plan?"

The way that Batzz asked this made Panda flinch slightly. It was clear that he was pissed. Well, no surprised that, considering that Panda did kept a huge secret from him during the last three years.

Everyone said that secrets were bad for relationships.

"So, since you have come here, I assume you have made up your mind about what to do next, right?" Batzz asked, and Panda looked up at him.

He was about to open his mouth to speak, when Batzz continued:

"So, are you just going to keep using that disguise?"

Panda was confused as to what he meant by that, for a moment wondering if he was talking of his clothes.

"I already know your true nature. There's no more point hiding it from me." Batzz said, giving one more step in direction to Panda as he glared at him.

"If you are going to stand before me, then show me your true appearance. You owe me at least that little courtesy... Dragon of the Holy Sword." He said, and Panda then understood what Batzz was on about.

He looked at him for a few moments, before nodding.

"As you say, Boss."

With this, a bright light filled the room, coming from Panda himself.

The small dragon then started to change. He became bigger. His body covered in fur became covered in scales of a pure white coloration with cream on his chest scales. On the center of his chest, was a red diamond that looked like, if taken from there, could be sold by a fortune. His tail became longer, and his wings grew enough that now they allowed him to fly for real. His vest and pink shirt turned into a golden armor with red and black tints to it.

As the light died down, the much bigger figure (although he was still smaller than Batzz) stood proudly on his golden armor. The very dragon seemed to exude an aura of good and nobility that one would expect from a saint.

This was Panda's true form and identity.

That of Saint Holy Sword Dragon.

It was as impressive as on the first time it was revealed to Batzz days ago and, even though it greatly differed from the small and fragile panda dragon that he had known for over three years, Batzz could still recognize that same creature that followed him like a shadow after he saved him from being mauled to death by a few ruffians on the first week after he broken free from his imprisonment.

Especially the same black marking right beneath his right eye.

"You know, you actually look better in this form." Batzz said to him. "Certainly more imposing than that panda dragon disguise you are always wearing. I bet it feels more comfortable."

"Well, to be honest, I kind of feel the same." Holy admitted, as he rubbed the back of his head. "I mean, I use my Panda form most of the time, and I normally only use this one if I am going to fight."

Batzz continued to look at him.

"I see..." He said, "Well, in that case, it is only natural you are in it right now."

Holy blinked, looking at Batzz in surprise. His surprise turned into shock as Batzz stretched his arm, materializing, in a flash of lightning, a great gauntlet shaped like the head of a dragon.

"So, shall we begin right here, right now?" Batzz said, looking at him. "Or you prefer to do this outside?"

Holy blinked as he looked at him.

"Excuse me?"

"Our fight." Batzz said, getting in a combat stance, with his gauntlet pointed at Holy. "You trying to stop me from my fulfilling my destiny, while I fight back against you for standing on my way." The mouth of the dragon head-shaped gauntlet opened, revealing what seemed to be a cannon, which looked ready to fire. "This is why you have come, right?"

The cannon was now charging up, small lightning bolts jumping from it as it charged, while Holy looked back with a shocked expression.

"So, what are you waiting for?" Batzz asked, looking at him with a snarl of a dragon ready to go into a death battle. "Draw your sword, Saint Dragon! Draw it and be ready to fight me just like Gladius did!"

Batzz was calling him for a battle, as he referred to Saint Angelic Gladius Dragon. A Saint Dragon who lived generations ago and who had been the one who stood on Batzz way during his path of domination and who had been the one to stop him by imprisoning him.

The dragon who denied Batzz his destiny.

And of whom Holy was the direct descendant.

"And I promise you!" Batzz said growling at him. "This time, you won't be so lucky as your ancestor as to survive our battle!"

"No!" Holy said, putting both hands up. "No, I don't want that!"

"Draw your sword!" Batzz demanded of him. "Let's fight for our lives now!"

"I don't wanna!" Holy said to him, despairing as the situation was quickly escalating out of hand. "I don't want to fight to death! I don't like killing people, you know that!"

"So, you plan to seal me like Gladius did!?" Batzz practically roared at him. "Do you know how much of a torture was to be trapped into that crystal, with nothing but by thoughts and memories to make me company!? It was Hell! Time dragged like a slug while I was trapped there! I will not go back! I rather die in combat! Draw your sword! Now!"

"I refuse!" Holy said, and Batzz roared as he charged forward. Holy didn't had time to react before Batzz's other hand shot forward, grasping him by the neck and lifting him from the ground.

"You have approached me with a disguise!" Batzz roared, his voice echoing all over the fortress as Holy grasped his wrist with both of his own hands. His legs kicked as they dangled over two feet above the ground. "You spent three years following me, trying to gain my trust while leading me to believe you were nothing more than a poor weakling who I met by pure chance! You wasted three years of your life in this little charade all so you could approach me, until you were finally forced to reveal your true nature during a fight with agents of the Magic World that attacked you while trying to eliminate me!"

"Then you escaped!" Batzz said to him, "You escaped to recover your strength and get ready for this final confrontation, didn't you!? To fight me at your best condition so you would have the best chances of winning, as slim as they could be!"

Holy was trying to speak, but it was hard to even drawn a breath with Batzz nearly crushing his windpipe.

"And now, that you finally came here to claim your battle, you refuse to engage!?" Batzz roared in outrage. "Are you fucking kidding me!?"

It took all of Holy's strength now just to breathe, and he flailed on Batzz's grasp like a fish in a hook as the bigger dragon continued to hold him by the neck.

"What is your purpose here!?" Batzz asked, "Do you want an audience!? Do you want someone to witness your epic battle!? Do you want more time to prepare!? Or do you think you can convince me to give up my aspirations of conquest and turning over a new leaf!? What is your end goal!?"

Batzz was demanding for answers now.

"Why have you gone through the problem of following me for three years under disguise and not kill me when you had the chance!?" Batzz asked, "Why did you ran from me instead of fighting when I found out your true identity!? Why you refuse to draw your sword and fight me now!?"

He was glaring at Holy, who was gasping for air as his neck was squeezed with enough strength to shatter the trunk of an ancient tree.

"TELL ME WHY!" Batzz roared, and his voice resounded all over the fortress. Just like Holy's voice when he managed to cry out:

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

It was as if time stopped after those words.

Batzz blinked, his expression morphing from rage into shock as he stared at the smaller dragon. His shock was so much that his grip on Holy's neck softened enough to allow the smaller dragon to breathe better.

"...Eh?" Was all Batzz could manage to say as Holy took in gasping breaths, before he said once more, panting:

"I... I love you."

More silence followed those words, as the two dragons looked in each other's eyes. Batzz was still with an expression of shock on his face. However, that soon morphed back to rage, and Batzz growled as he brought Holy's face so close to his own that their snouts were almost touching.

"What kind of mind game are you trying to play now, Saint Dragon?" Batzz hissed at him, as if he was daring Holy to say those words again. Holy, however, was not intimidated. I mean, he was, but he could not bring himself to feel scared. Not after he finally did the one thing he had been trying to gather the courage to do for the last three years:

To confess his feelings.

"There is no game." Holy said to Batzz, "I... I really am in love with you, Boss."

Batzz glared at him, as if trying to see through some form of trickery that the other dragon was trying to pull on him.

He, however, found none. All he could see on the eyes of that dragon was the same thing that he always saw on the eyes of the panda who had been following him for years.

Respect, adoration, and a hint of bashfulness.

He didn't saw any deceit.

After a few moments, he let go of Holy's neck. The Saint Dragon fell before him on his hands and knees, panting and gasping for air, one of his hands massaging his neck, which would certainly become bruised after being squeezed so hard.

"I... I fell in love with you from our first meeting..." Holy said between his gasps. "Since you saved me from those guys who wanted to kill me."

Batzz looked back at him, and he could remember the event that Holy was talking about. He could remember it clear as day.

"So, when you were attacked by the Death Metal Valefar triplets..." Batzz said, looking down on him. "That was real? It wasn't something you staged so you could approach me?"

"No." Holy said, looking up at the bigger dragon. "I was really in danger back then."

Batzz found it hard to believe. Especially with the display of power he had witnessed Holy Sword display days ago as he practically obliterated that small army of Magic World assassins with a single swing of his sword, forcing them all to retreat, scattering like cockroaches hit by sunlight.

"I was still insecure about using my Saint Dragon form and powers back then." Holy explained, "I was afraid of using them. That was why I could not fight back. I thought they were going to kill me... or worse."

Yeah, Batzz could certainly imagine the "or worse" thing, considering how the three of those guys were looking at the small cowering panda before them as if he was a piece of meat. Two of them were even licking their lips as they did...

"Then... you came."

Holy was looking up at him.

"You came out of nowhere, and you chased them all away. And you made it look so easy too..." Holy was saying, "You told me to be stronger in the future and to stand up for myself before you started leaving. And... well, you know what happened next, right?"

"You latchet into me like a tick." Batzz said to him, "And I couldn't get rid of you, so I decided to use you as my little errand boy."

"You told me that I was useful." Holy said to him, "You told me that I had potential and that I could be strong if I put my head into it."

Batzz nodded. He had, indeed, said that.

"You were right." Holy continued, "Maybe you said those things only to make me feel better, but you were right. I had all of this potential in me, which I got from my mom, but I was just too scared to use them. I thought that I would just screw it up again, like I always did when I tried to use those powers. That was why I stopped even trying to use them. But... I wanted to try again... for you."

"I wanted to be strong for you." He said, "I wanted to be strong like you said I could be. I wanted to do it to prove you right. To make you proud of me. That was why I started training while hiding. And I finally gained control over my Saint Dragon powers... even though they always said I never would, and that I would always be a disappointment."

There was a strong pang of anguish on his voice as he said that. Batzz continued to look at Holy. It was not the first time he realized his self-stem problems. They had been obvious since they first met.

"You supported me and encouraged me like no one ever did before. No one." Holy said as he looked up at him. "You made me feel like I was not a disappointment. You made me feel like I had value. From the day you saved me from the Valefars to a few days ago when you told me how you admired how loyal and devoted I was to you... before the attack and I was forced to reveal my Saint Dragon form."

He looked away as he said that last part. Then, he said:

"Because of all that I've... fallen in love with you." He was now looking up at Batzz as he said that.

He was looking at him with admiration. Adoration even. Like Batzz had only before seen his most devoted followers look at him. And the one looking at him was the descendent of his most hated enemy.

"Boss..." Holy said, looking up at him. "I love you. I love you like I never loved anyone before in my life. I love you, and I'd do anything for you. I..."

He lowered, his head, putting it down before him. Batzz could only look with wide eyes as Saint Holy Sword Dragon bowed to him.

"I belong to you." He said, "I want to live for you. I don't care if you want to take over the Dragon World and all others, or if it would be my duty as a Saint Dragon to stop you. I don't give a shit about that." He continued, not caring if he was cussing. He learned more than a few cusses from the three years he had known Batzz. "I just want to be with you. I don't mind if you will not love me back. Just being by your side is enough for me. I will be your errand boy. I will do anything you want as long as you allow me to be by your side. But please, PLEASE don't turn me away. Don't toss me aside like my own family did. Please, even if you will only keep me around as a servant, just let me stay by your side. This is all I ask, and I'll do ANYTHING you want of me. Please..."

This was no pretending. That much Batzz could tell.

He had seen many men get on their hands and knees before him before. Either because they were pleading for mercy or begging for his support and protection, and he learned to recognize when it was real. He learned to recognize when a man had truly give up his pride to the point of pleading.

Like Holy Sword Dragon was so desperately doing right now.

And he was not pleading for mercy or for his favor. He was not pleading for his protection against enemies. He was pleading to be allowed to remain by his side. To be allowed to be his servant.

This was something that no man had ever asked of Batzz. They asked to be his knights or subordinates. They asked to be his associates. However, they never asked to be lowly servants, not unless it was literally the only way they would be allowed to keep their lives.

And there he was, without being threatened or having his life at stake, this Saint Dragon, a dragon who was supposed to be his enemy, pleading for Batzz to keep him around, even if only as a servant, all because he was in love with him.

That was something new, and Batzz really didn't knew how to proceed right now.

He only looked at the groveling form of Holy for a while, before he said:

"Look at me."

Holy did, slowly lifting his head and looking at the Thunder Emperor. Batzz was looking at him with a hard expression, and it gave Holy a bad feeling on the pit of his stomach.

Was Batzz going to reject him? Was he going to tell him to leave and never come back?

Please, don't let it be it. He was not sure if his heart would be able to take it...

"Do you really understand what you are doing right now?" Batzz asked at him. "Do you understand that, at this very moment, you are offering yourself at the total mercy of the most powerful, fearsome and ruthless warlord that the Dragon World has ever known? That you are surrendering yourself to the same villain that your own ancestor risked his life to stop?"

"I know." Holy said to him.

"You are offering yourself fully to me." Batzz said to him. "You are basically offering yourself to be my servant. My slave." He was looking at him with a severe expression. "Are you aware of what it entails? I might treat you like a slave. I might force you to do the most humiliating and debasing things you can possible imagine. I might treat you like nothing more than an object for me to use as I see fit. I will expect you to do anything I want with a snap of my fingers."

"I've been already doing that for the last three years." Holy said.

"You would be betraying the entire Dragon World!" Batzz said, "By siding with me, you are siding against everyone how stands in my way! This includes every single creature of the Dragon World who refuses to submit to my rule! This might even include the panda dragons! Those who you consider your own people! You, the Saint Dragon who was supposed to fight in name of this world against those like me who want to claim it for themselves! You are basically betraying all of your Saint Dragon ancestors by siding with me!"

Holy continued to look up at him.

"I don't care." He said, those words coming out so naturally out of his mouth that Batzz was baffled.

"I think the Dragon World should be free, I agree with that much." Holy said, "And I would fight against someone who tried to threat it. It is just who I am. But... if I have to choose between the Dragon World and you, I will choose you. You are more important to me than anyone else. It may be selfish of me as a Saint Dragon, but I just can't bring myself to care."

He had stars on his eyes as he looked at Batzz.

"My heart, my body, my soul... they all belong to you. I belong to you." He said, before bowing his head. "Do as you want with me."

Batzz took a few moments to consider everything he heard, and to decide what to do next.

"Is that so?" He asked, looking at him, and then he placed a foot forward, right on the sight of Holy.

"Kiss it." Batzz said, and Holy looked up to him.

"You said you'd do anything I wanted, right?" Batzz asked him, looking down at him. "Well, I am telling you to kiss my foot. Do it. Now."

Holy looked at him. For a second, Batzz thought he was going to protest. But them, without missing a beat, and without voicing anything even close to rebellion, Holy looked down, lowered his head, and puckered his lips as he planted a single kiss on Batzz's foot.

When he rose his head, Batzz could see a blush on his face.

"Again." Batzz ordered, and Holy obeyed, placing his lips on Batzz's foot and giving it another, slightly longer kiss.

"Keep doing it." Batzz said to the Saint Dragon. And the dragon on his hands and knees continued to do as it was commanded of him. He was leaning over, like a dog drinking from a bowl, as he planted one kiss after the other all over the foot presented to him. All the while Batzz continued to look down on him, seeing how he was so readily and shamelessly doing such a humiliating and debasing action, like the slaves that Batzz used to own in the past used to.

Slaves who would kiss his feet. Who would worship his body. Who would...

"Mmm!" Holy exclaimed in surprise as, right when he was about to kiss one of Batzz's toes, the Thunder Emperor shoved his taloned toe into his mouth.

"Suck." Batzz commanded and Holy, albeit confused for a second or two, eventually did as it was commanded of him, and started sucking on to the toe inside of his mouth.

This scene was familiar to Batzz. He often did it when he wanted to tease his slaves, as it was fun to see them squirming a bit. Hey, the Thunder Emperor was a bit of an asshole, sue him.

Also, it was a good way to know if his slaves were as obedient as Batzz expected of him. And this Saint Dragon seemed to be as obedient as his most devoted slaves. Wait, was he... moaning? Was he enjoying sucking on Batzz's toe?

Man, what a weirdo.

This only proved even further his devotion to Batzz. And that was making the Demon Lord Dragon wonder...

Batzz pulled his toe off Holy's mouth when it was coated in saliva, as the dragon had been swirling his tongue around it as he sucked, and now he looked down at the smaller dragon. Then, he reached for the latches of his armor and opened them.

"B-B-Boss?" Holy said, blushing as he saw the dragon standing before him allowed his armor to fall to the ground. He blushed as he saw Batzz bare his body for him, showing his muscular form, which was the form of a warrior dragon whose goal was to take the Dragon World by might.

"You will keep servicing me, Holy Sword Dragon." Batzz said to him. "This time, I want you to lick my slit. But first, I want you to remove your armor. I won't be the only one baring my body here. Pull any tricks, and I'll do to you tenfold what you try to do to me."

Holy's blush was so intense his whole face turned pink. He shakenly did as Batzz ordered of him, and unlatched his own armor, letting it clank into the ground. Now he stood before Batzz wearing nothing more than his scales, much like the Demon Lord.

As he sat on his haunches before him, Batzz looked at his crotch, and saw a pinkish form emerging from the cream-color of his scales. Batzz chuckled at himself as he saw that Holy Sword Dragon was getting hard, possibly only from worshipping his feet.

Well, then he certainly would be even more aroused about what was to come.

As Holy blushed and used his hands to cover his emerging dick, Batzz walked closer to him.

"Worship me." Batzz said to him, grinning. "Show me the lengths of your love for me, Holy Sword."

With a blush so strong that it felt that his face would burst into flames at any moment, Holy said a "yes, Boss" and he leaned forward, opening his mouth and running his tongue over that slit.

Batzz enjoyed it as the Saint Dragon continued doing as he had been told, passing his tongue over the slit of the Thunder Emperor like an obedient little wench.

Such an undignified position for a Saint... Batzz thought, as he placed a hand on Holy's head and pushed his muzzle eve closer to his slit, and this caused the Saint Dragon to understand this as a command to do a better job servicing Batzz, so he did.

Batzz was soon murring as that tongue lapped all over his slit. This was the kind of intimate contact that Batzz had missed for far too long before he was finally freed from his imprisonment. He was certainly enjoying it, and his dick was soon emerging from his slit and getting hard as diamond.

Holy could only look at the monolith of a dick that was before him. His own dick was hard between his legs, and he didn't need to look down to know that it was dwarfed by Batzz. His dick was just like the rest of his body, much bigger than it one would consider "regular" for a dragon.

A slap brought him back to reality. Holy took a moment to realize that Batzz had just slapped him in the cheek. Not hard, but he did.

It made his dick throb even harder between his legs.

"You're not supposed to just stare at it." Batzz said to him. "Now quit gawking and start sucking."

This was an order. That was Batzz. He didn't made requests. He gave orders. This was one thing that, while not showing a kind personality, was something that Holy had learned to love and desire on him.

"What, do you want me to repeat myself?" Batzz asked, looking down on him.

"Suck my dick, you slut!"

Holy shivered. His cock once more throbbing between his legs.

He was familiar with the colorful language Batzz had during sex. During the three years they had traveled together, he had heard it multiple times for when he was with a prostitute. They always stayed in adjacent rooms, so Holy could very clearly hear when Batzz was with a lady, and how he could be quite vocal to them.

Oh, how many times he had masturbated while hearing that, wishing that he was the recipient of those insults... and now he was.

"Y-yes, Boss..." Holy said, shaking slightly from excitement, before opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out. He ran his tongue on the cock from base to tip, and then he closed his lips around the tip and started to suck as if it was a straw.

Batzz hissed in approval.

"That's it..." Batzz said, gripping on Holy's head. "That's a good bitch. Suck my dick good, you whore."

Holy let out a trembling, needy whine as he continued to suck Batzz. His dick... it was so hard. So hard between his legs. He couldn't take it anymore.

Slowly, his trembling hand reached for his dick, and he was about to close his fingers around it, when his hand was suddenly hit by something right on the wrist, causing him to yelp around that dick on his mouth.

"I didn't say you could touch yourself, bitch." Batzz hissed at him after hitting his hand away with his tail. "You only ever touch that worthless dick of yours if I say you can, capitche?"

Holy whimpered like a wounded puppy, and Batzz growled as he gripped his ear hard.

"Do you understand me, BITCH!?"

He was pulling on his ear hard, but not as hard as he possibly could. His mere presence was enough to inspire fear... and to make Holy's dick throb even harder.

"Y-yes, Boss..." Holy said, but Batzz seemed not to like it.

"Not 'Boss'." He growled, looking down at Holy. "It's 'yes, Master'! Got it?"

Holy squeaked.

"Y-yes, Master!"

"Good! Now get that to sucking!" Batzz said and forced Holy's mouth back on his dick before the Saint Dragon could voice any form of protest. All that Holy could do in answer to this was whine around that dick as he sucked on it and fought back the urge to try and touch his dick as hard as he could.

Batzz didn't showed mercy, as he pounded into the mouth and throat of Holy Sword Dragon, causing the smaller, good dragon to choke and gag around his phallus, as the Thunder Emperor used him like a sex toy, growling and hissing to himself in pleasure as he fucked that hole while he continued to say dirty words to poor Holy.

Soon, Holy was moaning around the dick. His eyes were rolling as he surrendered himself completely, trying his best to just relax his throat and allow the dick to go in and out of his throat as much as Batzz wanted to.

This was all about him, after all.

This was all about his pleasure. About servicing him. About doing as he said and giving himself away for the one person in all the worlds whom he loved more than anyone else.

He focused on breathing through his nose and resisting the urge to start masturbating as he was fucked in the throat. No matter how hard it was to draw in breath with that dick being shoved in and out of his throat, and how much his dick throbbed with need between his legs as Batzz used his muzzle as a glorified fleshlight with seemingly no regard for his own pleasure or well-being.

However, Batzz was not completely insensitive. He did allow Holy some respite. If the dragon made a particularly strained choking sound, or gripped his hips with signs of desperation, Batzz would pull his dick all the way out, and allow him to cough and gasp to recover his breath. Then he would as Holy if he was okay now and, after the Saint Dragon confirmed he was fine, he would shove his dick back on his mouth and go back to fucking it hard.

"And you don't protest at all, do you?" Batzz asked Holy, as he continued to plow his mouth. "You choke, you gurgle, you whine, but you don't protest. You don't tell me to stop or even try to stop me yourself. You like it, don't you?"

Holy moaned around the dick that was forced down his throat and held in place by Batzz.

"Of course you do. That look in your eyes says it all. You love the feeling of being used by me. The proof of it is that you were about to start jacking off while I was fucking your mouth." Batzz said to him. "And you are not trying to pull out now that I have my dick all the way into that fuck-hole of a trachea of yours, and you cannot breathe through it. You are chocking around it and yet you are not trying to pull out. Are you getting light-headed? You look like you are. And yet, you are just kneeling there, with my dick plugging your throat. You don't care if you die, as long as you die with my dick inside of you, right? That's how much you want it."

As Batzz continued to talk, Holy was shivering. His cheeks were starting to take on a bluish hue, while his eyes were rolling to the back of his head. His cock shot a pretty big jet of pre, what Batzz, of course, noticed.

"You fucking slut." Batzz growled down at him. Holy let out the most pathetic whimper around that dick, his vision was starting to blur from the lack of air, when Batzz pulled out, allowing him to cough and to breathe once more.

Once Holy had take come long, deep breaths, Batzz grabbed his head once more and forced his cock in his muzzle. Then he started pounding. He pounded hard, all the while growling and snarling as he did.

He was about to reach his climax. Holy could tell from the way he was growling, as he heard that same growling many times before, coming from one of the adjoined rooms as Batzz was with a prostitute.

Batzz growled and cursed like an insane dragon, as he ordered Holy to take all his seed and not spill a drop. Holy could only take it, as he had no other choice when Batzz, once more, buried his cock as deep as it could go down his throat and held it there as he came. Holy could feel the semen, still so warm it might as well have just come out of an oven, down his esophagus and right into his stomach.

Holy was nearly on the point of start choking again, when Batzz started to slowly pull out, allowing the Saint Dragon to breathe through his nose once more, until the penis, now limp slipped free from his mouth and flopped right against his nose, smearing his face with a mixture of cum, spit and throat-slime.

Batzz sighed, and he looked down at Holy, who had a dizzy expression on his eyes, before he looked up at Batzz and the Thunder Emperor could clearly see the desire on his eyes.

"Well, you did took everything I gave you." Batzz said, looking down at him. "I guess congratulations are in order." He then looked over, and saw that Holy's dick was still hard and leaking pre like a faucet.

"And you did not touch yourself." Batzz said, sounding happy with this discovery. "Well, you certainly show a lot of restraint, for a slut. I am impressed... but, not that much."

Holy didn't even had time to reflect on this, before he was suddenly kicked in the chest, causing him to land flat on his back.

He looked up at Batzz, for a moment thinking that he did something that angered Batzz for him to act like that. However, the kick was not hard. It was most like, a playful jab to cause Holy to fall back. And now, Batzz was looking down on him with arms crossed.

"Look how hard you are..." Batzz said, and he then stepped on Holy's penis. Not hard. He was not stomping or anything. He was actually... rubbing the sole of his foot on Holy's dick.

Holy moaned and shivered as his cock was rubbed, his hips moving and thrusting against Batzz's foot. However, as soon as he started thrusting, and this caused Holy to whimper as his hips continued to move, causing him to thrust the air.

This seemed to amuse Batzz, as he looked at it and chuckled to himself.

"Pathetic needy slut." He said, and he kneeled between Holy's legs. "Lift your legs. Now."

Holy did as he was told. Only as he was holding his legs up, was that he realized that this was a presenting position. That he was presenting his tailhole for Batzz, as it to... to...

He shivered and blushed as he felt Batzz touching his butt. He felt a finger running over his tailhole.

"Looks tight..." Batzz said, mumbling to himself, before asking Holy:

"Are you a virgin?"

Holy, too flustered to answer with words, could only nod. This caused Batzz to chuckle again.

"You won't be by the time I am done with you..." He said, and then he spat. A glob of slime from both his mouth and throat fell out of his lips and landed right on Holy's tailhole, causing the dragon to whimper as he felt that wetness on that part of his body. He whimpered even louder when he felt a pair of fingers probing on his tailhole. Forcing their way inside...

This was the first time that Holy had anything enter his tailhole, and he shivered and let out sounds that were nearly like a kitten's mewl as Batzz forced his fingers inside and started to move them in and out softly, and he even scissored them, spreading the tailhole further as he continued to move his fingers in and out.

Holy threw his head back, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he moaned from the feelings of pleasure that were steaming from having those fingers moving in and out of his ass. His cock throbbed with each beat of his heart. He felt so full...

Then, he was left with a feeling of emptiness. This caused him to whimper. Until he looked at Batzz and realized why the Thunder Emperor had been fingering his ass.

To stretch him and prepare him to take his massive dick.

And that dick was much bigger than his digits.

"Get ready." Batzz said, and Holy could only shiver as he tried to "get ready" as Batzz said, even though he had no idea how to even do that. All he could do was take it as Batzz pressed the head of his dick into his tailhole and pressed it inside, until it eventually slipped inside.

Holy gasped as he was penetrated by the head of that dick. And that... that was only the beginning.

Then and there, Batzz defiled Saint Holy Sword Dragon. He took his virginity and destroyed the last piece of innocence he had left.

And it was heaven for Holy.

It hurt, of course. The first time almost always hurt. Especially when the one deflowering was so big. Still, the pain eventually gave away to pleasure. As Batzz thrust his penis in and out of his ass, sending one quarter of an inch extra in each time the shoved it back, until half of his dick was sliding in and out of Holy's tailhole, completely undeterred by the resilience of the anal muscles, which were nothing compared to the muscles that Batzz himself was used to force his diamond-hard dick into that poor, helpless pucker.

Holy was moaning loud. His dick throbbed so hard each time that massive cock poked deep inside of him. Oh, Holy wanted to grab his own dick and masturbate so bad right now. However, he didn't dare to. He had not been given permission yet. So, he just took what Batzz gave him, and he took it with great joy, as being penetrated proved to be a pleasure of the kinds he never experienced before.

Batzz growled as he grasped Holy's legs by the ankle, keeping them up and spread so he could fuck him better. He watched as the face of a Saint Dragon, which should be stoic and strong like the holy steel that makes up their weapons, now contorted into a look of pleasure that would be more adequate to the face of the most promiscuous of wenches.

Oh, looking at it made Batzz's cock throb so hard!

Growling, Batzz told Holy to "roll over", and the smaller dragon didn't acknowledge the order until the felt Batzz spinning him by moving his legs. Now, Holy was laying on his side, with one of his legs being held up by Batzz, who had a firm grip in it, as if he wanted to make sure that Holy would not be able to escape in case he suddenly decided to try.

However, he didn't have to worry about that. Holy had absolutely no desire to escape him. Not when Batzz resumed breeding him hard, this time holding onto his leg with both hands as he used it as leverage to fuck him even harder, and cause him to moan even louder as he felt that dick being shoved deep into his ass over and over again, and causing him to arch his back and moan as he was claimed by the same dragon with whom he fell in love.

His tail moved on its own, wrapping itself around his waist like a constrictor snake, the muscular limb pulling Batzz even closer to his body. As if he was trying to get him to shove even more of his dick into his tailhole.

"You... really want all of me, don't you?" Batzz asked between growls of pleasure. Holy, between moans, could only say back:

"Y-yes! I want... all of you! I want it all! Please! Please, give me all! Please, Master! Please! Take me! Breed me! Claim me! Make me yours! Please, Master! I WANT TO BE YOURS FOREVER!"

Well, who was Batzz to deny someone who wanted him so much? Especially when they begged like that?

Growling a few tones lower, Batzz took a hold of Holy's tail, once more causing the Saint Dragon to roll over even more. Now Holy was on all fours, and Batzz wasted no time in going back to breeding him, now sending all his dick in and out of that tight little tailhole.

Holy moaned and panted like a bitch as Batzz fucked him doggy-style, their hips colliding with such a force that it produced a *plap-plap-plap* sound that accompanied the lewd moaning that was coming from Holy's open, drooling mouth.

Moaning that, as Batzz angled his cock so it was now hitting straight into Holy's prostate, turned into a squealing (and a very feminine one at that) that resounded all over the fortress as he was claimed by the warlord.

Minutes passed, and each one was delicious like nothing Holy ever felt on his live. He moved his body, pushing his butt back against Batzz to meet with is thrusts and make sure that as much of that dick would be going as deep into his tailhole as it possibly could.

Eventually, the climax was approaching to both. Batzz' cock throbbed as the darker dragon pistoned it in and out of Holy's ass, while Holy's dick throbbed madly between his legs.

"You close, Saint Dragon?" Batzz asked, and Holy was only able to answer a "y-yes".

"Then spill your load!" Batzz commanded him. "Cum only from being bred by me! Cum from being fucked like the poor little bitch you are! Cum for me, you fucking dirty slut!"

Holy answered with a scream as he threw his head back:

"YES, PAPA!"

After this, Holy's whole body shuddered violently, as a high-pitched squeal, which could be mistaken by a bird's mating call, escaped from his throat as he came. His whole body quivering in the throes of orgasm as his cock spasmed and spilled his load, shooting rope after rope of pearly-white cum into the ground under him.

This caused his ass to clench around Batzz's cock, and this was enough to send the Thunder Emperor over the edge. Batzz let out a powerful roar as he came, filling Holy's tailhole with his thick and fertile seed, just like he would a female whom he wanted to carry his young.

By the end of it, Batzz sighed, feeling relaxed after cumming. Holy, on his end, was letting out a shivering, whimpering moan as he felt that cum sloshing inside of his tailhole. His Boss'... no, his Master's seed. Oh, great light of above, he could feel it so deep inside of him... he was soooo full...

"Did you really call me 'papa'?" Batzz asked, and this caused Holy to blink. His eyes widening as he realized that he did. At that moment, he wanted to sink in the ground and never be seen again.

"Yeah, whatever." Batzz said casually. Holy gasped as he felt that cock being pulled out of his tailhole which had been rendered slightly loose by the rough fucking. So much that he could feel the cum oozing out of his tailhole and trickling down between his legs.

"Clean me." Batzz commanded, and Holy looked behind himself. Batzz was standing now, and he was looking down at him with crossed arms. For a moment, Holy did nothing but look at him, and so Batzz repeated:

"Clean me."

Holy took a moment to understand what he was supposed to do, and he soon was turning around, still on all fours, and he then started to lick Batzz' cum-soaked penis. He even took the limp member into his mouth and started to suck it, cleaning the cum from it, much to Batzz's approval.

"Good..." Batzz said, petting Holy's head. "Good little slave..."

Holy's face became red with a blush as he was called a "slave". It caused his dick to throb slightly between his legs, and he continued to suck Batzz clean, before the member popped out of his mouth, and he looked up at Batzz.

"So, you will really do anything for me, right?" Batzz asked him. "Anything I desire?"

"Yes..." Holy said, looking up at him in adoration. "Anything for you, Master."

Batzz looked at him for a moment, and he chuckled.

"Good." Batzz said, "In that case, I'll be keeping you around. But, make no mistake, you are not my lover or anything. You are my slave. My plaything. From now on, your one and only purpose is to satisfy my sexual needs. I will expect you to be on your knees before me ready to suck my dick or turning around and lifting your tail the second I snap my fingers. Is that clear to you?"

Holy looked up at him, and he nodded.

"Yes." He said, "If that means I'll be able to stay by your side, then I'll gladly be your toy, my Master."

Batzz smirked.

"Good. It's been a while since I have a slave to cater to my needs." He said, "I'm gonna enjoy having you around."

There was a moment of silence, before Holy spoke:

"M-Master?"

"What is it, slave?" Batzz asked. Holy looked up to him.

"C-can I kiss you...? Please?"

Batzz looked at him, and then he said:

"No."

Holy was a bit crestfallen.

"First, because you just had my dick, which was in your ass, on your mouth." Batzz said to him, "Second, because I'm not the kind who kisses my slaves. I never was."

Holy looked at him for a few moments, and then he lowered his head.

"Yes, Master..."

He seemed a bit disappointed, and Batzz, perhaps feeling a little sorry for him, then said:

"Do you really want to kiss something?"

He turned around, looking back at the projections which he had been looking at before Holy arrived, and he lifted his tail, exposing his own pucker to the Saint Dragon, who looked at it with wide eyes.

"You can kiss this. Go ahead, make out with it."

There was a little of silence, followed by the shuffling of a dragon walking on all fours. Then, Batzz felt a pair of hands landing on his butt, and then something wet made contact with his tailhole.

Great fucking thunderstorms, he is actually doing it! Batzz thought as his eyes widened. Behind him, Holy continued to run his tongue over his tailhole as he planted his lips into it, and even probed his tongue on Batzz's tailhole. This caused the Thunder Emperor to shiver and clench. This was noticed by Holy, who thought he had done something wrong.

"Master?" Holy asked, "E-everything okay?"

There was a brief silence, before Batzz said:

"Yes... Keep going. I'll tell you when to stop. And put more tongue into it."

"Yes, Master." Holy said and went back to making out sloppily with Batzz's tailhole, pushing his tongue past the ring and tasting the inside of Batzz's ass.

Batzz could nearly murr at this as he went back to looking at the holographic projections, planning the next step of his conquest as his new slave serviced his tailhole with his cute little mouth.

At that moment, Batzz knew he would really enjoy having such an eager and obedient slave around...