The Kobold and his Hoard: Chapter 1 by teryxc

Claire de Lune. The peaceful piece was an ironic choice for his morning routine, with the sun rays coming through the windows as the smart assistant pulled up the curtains right at 6:15 AM, and the hustle of the drivers outside on their way to work, honking and yelling furiously at a line that won’t move. Not even those living on the eighteenth floor were free from the chaos and stress born during the early morning. But the slow pace of the piano, so delicate and mystical, countered the morning rage trying to make it through the thick crystal panels. It was their little bubble, a safe place for them away from the chaos of the world.

In the main bedroom, the couple living in that peaceful apartment was getting ready for work. A trail of wet pawprints came from the still steamy bathroom and led to the walk-in closet on the opposite side of the room. Inside, two reptiles stood on each side, giving their attires the final touches.

The golden Kobold named Zane, slightly above 4 feet of height—a feat among his kind—, hummed the piece coming from the built-in speakers on the closet. His tail swayed like an inverted metronome, following the tempo to perfection. With the delicacy of a talented pianist, his fingers knotted the tie that was the last piece of his simplistic outfit: plain black trousers with a white shirt that made him pass as just another office worker, and not the personal assistant of the CEO standing behind him.

Reaching 7 feet, Teryx looked constantly at the mirror in front of him. The dragon of deep blue scales had put on the black suit Zane suggested to him for the day, and was now trying to do the same with the golden cufflinks. He stared blankly at the shiny metal that had engraved his initials in capital letters: TC—Too flashy for his own taste, just like the clothes. The red tie hung from his neck, waiting to be knotted. With a doubtful look at his reflection, he moved the tie up and down, begging his muscle memory to do its job and start one of the many knots taught by the kobold.

“It’s always the same with you,” Zane said behind his back. “Turn around, you big dummy.”

Teryx hunched to be within the kobold’s reach, who was already standing on a footstool. His little hands made quick work of the tie, making loop after loop with little effort.

“I told you to go with a simple knot if you were having trouble,” the voice had a slightly high pitch on it.

“An Eldredge knot isn’t simple,” Teryx mumbled, noticing the movement pattern on the kobold’s hands. Looking at the end of the closet to avoid Zane’s crimson eyes, as even his most serene look carried an intense weight the buff dragon couldn’t hold, Teryx threw a quiet whine.

“Oh? So you know your knots. Guess I’ll have to give you another lesson. You’re a CEO. You can’t have your assistant dressing you up forever.”

Zane didn’t seem bothered by the humiliating size comparison. On the contrary, the confidence in his bearing put Teryx to shame, who whined again after the comment made by his assistant. The kobold calmly buttoned the expensive suit, delighted by the soft touch of the cloth—made to size by the hand of a designer, the type of luxury he deserved. The pointy end of his snout twitched with the scent of perfume picked personally by Teryx, a weak and delicate smell that matched his personality.

“Hey, don’t take it personal,” Zane said while scratching under Teryx’s chin. “Get down, let me fix your hair.”

Teryx obeyed and got to his knees. With special care, Zane ran his claws through the golden mane to comb it back. His hair was so silky after a bath that it succumbed easily. The tip of Teryx’s tail wagged slowly from the soft touch of the kobold, who only grinned in response. The dragon looked so professional, if only he had the attitude to match his appearance. But Zane didn’t mind his meek personality; that was, in fact, one of the things he loved about him. Soft caresses to the blue horns crowning the sides of his head and to the smaller white ones coming through the mane were his apologies for a comment he knew Teryx misunderstood.

“You know I care about you. I wouldn’t say anything to hurt you.”

With a quiet whimper, Teryx nodded in response. After the usual headpat, the large dragon stood up and offered Zane a shy smile, one that quickly widened after listening to his next comment.

“Boy, every day you look more like an actual CEO. You make me so proud.”

“Th… thank you…” he was too shy to say the rest. Instead, he held the kobold’s look a little longer than usual.

Zane didn’t push him to finish. He wanted Teryx to keep some boundaries. Too much pressure could affect his confidence and throw away all his hard work. Besides, the shyness in his expression held a stronger meaning than a mere title —it was all Zane wanted to see.

With his outfit ready, Teryx made his way out of the closet, only to see his slightly confident walk interrupted by Zane’s voice.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

His voice, while calm, carried a heavy sense of dominance. Trembling in fear, Teryx didn’t dare to turn and face the kobold, who walked towards him with a smug expression on that elongated snout.

“Ahm… w-well, I thought-“

“You thought?” Zane interrupted him. He stood behind Teryx, his little hands reaching for the zipper of his black trousers. “Darling, you don’t think. You don’t act unless I speak. And when I speak, you listen and obey. And you do nothing else.”

As he spoke, he pulled the trousers just a little, enough for his hand to sneak into Teryx’s private area. Showing no interest in the fat cock tucked under the silk boxers, Zane carefully removed the metal cock ring attached to the base of his manhood. The dragon whined and huffed, finding a special excitement in the way Zane groped his cock.

“I think for both of us,” the kobold finished.

After getting the ring out, the little kobold took a quick look at it. He could almost wear the silver piece of metal like a bracelet on his slender arm. Its aspect had nothing special—for the mortal eye, that is, but Zane noticed the small runes engraved in the metal, the ancient spell that made it so special.

Like a magic trick, Zane held the ring from both sides and gave it a little pull. It divided into two thinner rings of the same aspect. Still holding the smug smile, he gave one to Teryx and put the other on his right index finger; the dragon did the same. A dim glow emanated from the runes, and both rings shrunk to fit perfectly on their owners’ fingers. Both reptiles took a deep breath, relaxed their shoulders, and let out the air after the light disappeared from the silver garments.

The little kobold blinked twice. Weak whines came from him as he stared at the small hands he had and the huge dragon in front of him. [i]Teryx[/i], on the other hand, moved his shoulders around as if he had just woken up. After tucking back his shirt, he took the round glasses laying on one shelf on [i]Zane[/i]’s side of the closet. The little kobold flinched by the sudden turn [i]Teryx[/i] took to kneel before him, but remained close to the dragon, for he knew he meant no harm.

[i]Teryx[/i] carefully put the round glasses on [i]Zane[/i], giving the kobold a little bop in the snout. Still on his knees, he adjusted the Eldredge knot he just made and winked at his secretary. The golden eyes had been replaced by the fiery red flames of a little reptile that wanted to devour the world.

“Now, let’s give our best today, shall we?” [i]Teryx Commodore[/i] said.

The speakers played the last tone of Claire de Lune, and the spell around his apartment ended.

There’s little to no room for mistakes in the competitive world that robotic engineering has become over the past few years. With the rise of service drones for domestic tasks, more and more companies have tried to get a slice of that cake and opened sub-branches despite having little to no knowledge of the area.

That wasn’t a direct threat to [i]Commodore Innovations[/i] and their 50+ years of experience on the market. But that wasn’t a reason to slack off and give competitors time to reach their standard. His grandfather put the company on the map. His father strengthened their position. And now Teryx was in charge of setting the bar higher than his predecessors.

Contrary to what some investors said, Teryx gained the right to lead the company with years of hard work and dedication and not because his father was the owner. He had the brains to make history and be more than the average CEO attired in a fancy suit and with a tendency to steal the credit of those who did all the work. Teryx was a genius.

However, intelligence wasn’t enough to survive the shark-infested waters that were the business world. The adversities faced as Chief R&D Officer demanded a scientific perspective based on facts, not courage, determination, and negotiation skills, traits expected in a leader. When his father left the company in his hands, he left a child on a poker table with a group of bloodthirsty adults pressing him to go all in. It was a matter of time for them to get a hold on his shares.

That was until the day he met Zane. The chaotic and impulsive kobold lived by the philosophy of “not giving a fuck” and acted fearless before those bigger and stronger than him—both literal and metaphorically, but mostly literally. If only he could remember the chain of events that ended with him under his control, but the magic had sealed that memory in a fog bank. Zane was Teryx, and Teryx was Zane. The idea of a spell to “swap souls” put his logical mind in jeopardy and made him question what else was wrong in the world.

Well, it mattered no more. The one thing he remembered clearly was the four months that had passed since the first time he wore the ring. From that day, he had been [i]Teryx[/i]’s assistant, following the dragon like a shadow and doing whatever he requested in the most efficient way. It took him a while to get used to the kobold’s body; its lightness, the small legs, the incredible speed. It was completely different from what he imagined. But as the days went by, Teryx began to feel comfortable inside his new vessel.

Unlike him, Zane had no trouble making the dragon's body his new home. His pride, ego, and confidence were too big to fit inside a body so small. From the first moment he swapped souls with Teryx, he moved around with a freedom that fit with his personality. His joy was notorious. He took full control of it in seconds. And the speed at which he absorbed new info left Teryx speechless. Taking his place as CEO was no problem. But he did more than just be the CEO.

[i]Zane[/i] thought about that constantly. At his little desk outside the office, while he scheduled meetings for the following days, the train of thoughts inside his little mind took a sudden turn after reading a particular name.

A dinner with Antoine Moreau, a brown bear from HexaRobotique. [i]Teryx[/i] was aware of how convenient a partnership with one of the few companies that had actual brains behind his walls was. Apparently, they had the same idea. But a quick research of Moreau and the plan[i] Teryx[/i] had for the dinner told [i]Zane[/i] exactly how the night was meant to end.

[i]Zane[/i] shook his head until it hurt. That was no place for horny thoughts to distract him. Even when the reception had a certain grade of privacy, there were people around that could see him—not to mention the cameras. The last thing he needed was a misfortunate clip of him with a boner—for his body might’ve been small, but another part of him was not.

“How does it fit?” [i]Zane[/i] thought, taking a peek at the boner threatening to grow under his black trousers. It was already a miracle it concealed perfectly while flaccid. He had no choice but to wonder if all kobolds were the same, not exactly something he would like to ask [i]Teryx[/i].

After taking a deep breath, in hopes of finding some inner peace, [i]Zane[/i] went back to work. His little fingers danced over the mechanical keyboard with the speed and skill of someone that had been doing that for years. The content of each email popped into existence on the white screen before he could even think about the words. His body knew what to write.

His body…

He stopped abruptly. He was getting used to seeing the golden scales rather than the deep blue ones. It was only at work the first days; now [i]Teryx[/i] kept him there all day. Taking off the ring had no effect unless the dragon did the same, but he didn’t feel like doing so. [i]Zane[/i] liked being a kobold. It was a good change of pace. He didn’t have to deal with meetings, deals, and all the complicated paperwork; and [i]Teryx[/i] was kind enough to let him take part in cases that required his brain, which he was grateful for. The little desk outside the magnificent office on the 35th floor wasn’t like his workshop, but it was quiet enough to let his mind think about new projects when he had the time. And compared to his responsibilities as Chief R&D Officer, the job as an assistant was considerably easier to do. Except when…

“[i]Zane[/i]!” [i]Teryx[/i] called right after opening the double mahogany doors.

Just in time. The little kobold jumped off the ergonomic chair and followed his boss as fast as his little legs allowed him, holding a tablet under his left arm.

“Postpone the meeting with HR and try to book a table at ‘Brezza di mare’ for today. For three, you’re coming with me,” he spoke quickly.

“Ahm… ‘Brezza di mare’ has a long waiting list, sir. Should I suggest another option?” [i]Zane[/i] replied, holding his right hand in the air. Almost dragging his little paws on the carpeted floor, the kobold still had trouble finding a good walking pace to match [i]Teryx[/i]’s outburst. Too slow and he stays behind, too fast and he gets ahead.

“No, no, no, it has to be there. I’m meeting with Senator Collins and he loves Italian food. It’s not for business.”

“Not for business” was the keyword to “pay whatever is needed”. To say his father and grandfather played fair to get there would be a lie. Yes, they made [i]Commodore Innovations[/i] with hard work, brains, and dedication, but some dirty tricks helped them to survive the ruthless competitors that tried to take the spotlight in the years when the company was still growing. [i]Zane[/i] didn’t have the courage to bend or break the rules. He didn’t like when [i]Teryx[/i] did it either. But it was a necessary evil, and his boss knew how to play that game. The kobold wouldn’t dare to go against his wishes.

The “casual” meeting went on with no issues. Just two friends who casually bumped into each other at one of the most famous restaurants in the city. [i]Zane[/i] sat quietly next to his boss and memorized the most important details of an irrelevant conversation about new technologies that had another meaning hidden between words; another verbal agreement and a future donation to Collin’s campaign. Nothing out of the ordinary.

After that, the day went on as usual, following the schedule [i]Zane[/i] did for him every morning. The regular calls, meetings, paperwork. But the kobold still had in mind that reunion. [i]Teryx[/i]’s determination was admirable and scary at the same time. The greedy hunger in his crimson eyes intimidated even the most reluctant male, afraid to find out how far he was willing to go to meet his goals.

Would he ever have that look? He was getting too comfortable in the kobold’s body, sometimes even forgetting it wasn’t his. He liked it, yes, but… was he really gonna stay like that for the rest of his life? Was he meant to stay a spectator of [i]Teryx[/i]’s success? People spoke great things about him and the incredible change he went through after gaining a position experts said he wasn’t fit for. Getting his real body back would be a step—no, several steps backwards.

[i]Zane[/i] wanted to learn from him. The few memories he had of the kobold before the spell pictured him as someone of explosive character and absolute disregard for his own well-being. Not only did his skills secure him a job as his assistant—going against HR’s advice—, but the dragon knew there was more to meet the eye in that little and grumpy reptile. And while he couldn’t remember what it was, [i]Zane[/i] took the chance to learn everything he could from a reptile with the lack of scruples needed to survive the executive world. And that was the only thing the little kobold couldn’t learn.

Those doubts tormented him every time [i]Teryx[/i] played against the rules for the company’s sake. There were just so many things about his personality that [i]Zane[/i] couldn’t understand. He was a man of science. Numbers and facts had no answer for the long game played during a dinner where the correct words, gestures, and attitude determined the result. He couldn’t find the courage to use the same tricks. Does that mean he would stay as a kobold forever?

Those questions bothered him for the rest of the day, and before he realized it, it was time to go back home. [i]Zane[/i] made sure to leave those pesky thoughts behind after he walked out of the elevator and followed [i]Teryx[/i] through the hallway leading to their apartment. The kobold was exhausted, his little body surprisingly heavy after another day following the dragon from meeting to meeting. It was hard to follow his pace, and many were amazed that he managed to do so.

[i]Teryx[/i], on the other hand, still had some energy left in his huge body. His tail wagged slowly, teasing [i]Zane[/i] by passing the golden tip close to his face. The colors of a beautiful sunrise captured in his tail always found their way to captivate [i]Zane[/i], a creature that treasured beauty. With playful chomps he tried to catch the tip, getting a giggle from [i]Teryx[/i], who took the opportunity to start unbuttoning his suit now that his small kobold was distracted.

The sensor in the hallway detected their presence. The door opened by itself as soon as [i]Teryx[/i] stood over the rug. A delicate scent of roses came from the humidifiers, and the lights across the apartment turned on to a dim level. The dragon danced in, moving arms and legs to match the flow of “Arabesque No. 1” playing on the speakers. Covering his snout with both hands to hide his laugh, the kobold followed to the best of his abilities, closing the door with his tail. Despite his speed, he lacked the grace shown by his boss and almost fell if it wasn’t for [i]Teryx[/i], who caught him just in time.

“S-sorry, boss, I think I’m not fit to… to dance.”

[i]Zane[/i] had to stop. With his little hands holding from [i]Teryx[/i]’s wrists, the kobold noticed a large stain on the dragon’s trousers. Was he so stressed over those doubts he didn’t smell his lust? The musk was so intense it felt like a punch to his senses, enough to scramble that small head of his and fill his mind with countless fantasies.

What a glorious sight it was, his throbbing bulge of course. Even hidden behind the expensive fabric, the size left many dragons in shame. Like a powerful magnet, [i]Zane[/i] had his hands and snout pulled over it, too weak to resist the manhood males and females alike would love to have inside. Oh, that musk alone was enough to make his knees weak. Salty. Sweaty. It tickled his nostrils with each breath taken. His tail wagged uncontrollably from the short circuit it caused in his mind.

“It seems I’m not the only one excited.”

[i]Teryx[/i] spoke in a tone that pierced the golden scales and put the skin under them to shiver. [i]Zane[/i] was afraid to look up, already feeling the burning flames coming from those crimson eyes. But he couldn’t resist either. His charisma was toxic. The cheeky smile and one wink were all he needed to get anyone’s attention. The elegance in his speech, always using the correct words. And his bearing full of confidence, proper of someone who had conquered defeat and was now at the top of the podium where he belonged. The male he looked at with his golden eyes full of hope and love was none other than [i]Teryx Commodore[/i].

“You have no idea how hard it is for me not to take off these damn clothes at work.”

He spoke slowly, putting a strong emphasis on each word spoken. The aggressiveness in his voice felt like rocks on [i]Zane[/i]’s shoulders. His legs trembled in fear and excitement after the huge dragon showed no interest in his expensive attire and began to rip it off with his sharp claws.

“This body is meant to be seen and I have to hide it from everyone. If it was up to me I would walk around the fucking building completely naked.”

Soon enough, the thousand-dollar suit was nothing but scraps of cloth. The sculptural body came forward, its value higher than designer clothing. A dark shade of blue covered the sides and his back, while his chest was painted sky blue with strokes of white on his pits, neck, and lower muzzle. The sky blue extended to the inner thighs, revealed after [i]Teryx[/i] pulled down his trousers and underwear.

“How the hell do you have a body this fucking hot?!”

Of course, the color of his own body was not what he looked at. [i]Zane[/i] barely avoided the fat cock jumping out of [i]Teryx[/i]’s trousers, but he didn’t escape from the hit that was the concentrated musk under the clothes. That was a manhood made for pleasure, of size and girth that would be a challenge for even the hungriest hole, and ridges on the lower half to scratch those sensitive points with each thrust. The pre already coming from the tip had the same thickness as the cum filling the fat balls hanging between his legs, glittering from the sweat of a long day at work.

“I look at myself and all I wanna do is run my hands all over me. I swear these muscles get more sensitive with each day I live as you. It’s like they were adapting to my own soul.”

Following his own words, [i]Teryx[/i] walked to the large living room while hugging himself to have a feel of his biceps and pecs. There was desperation in his walk, with his tail lashing from side to side as if that skin was no longer enough to fit his burning lust. [i]Zane[/i] followed from a safe distance, tempted by the delicious smell and sight but also scared of his untamed passion.

With a strong growl, [i]Teryx[/i] leaned over the crystal walls. Deep breaths fogged up the tempered glass, while his cock stained it with pre as he slowly thrust against the cold surface.

“S-s-s-someone might see you, b-b-boss,” [i]Zane[/i] warned him, still keeping the distance between them.

“Let them see. Let them crave this perfect body. I wanna see them drool for these muscles and hear them beg to just lick the tip of my cock. Wouldn’t they love that? Even a drop of my sweat will feel like a blessing to them.”

It was only after [i]Zane[/i] got a little closer that he realized [i]Teryx[/i] was making out with his reflection, licking and huffing for the lust burning from the inside of his soul. The glass returned [i]Zane[/i] a fiery glare that almost sent him to the floor. The ferocity on that expression was proper of a feral beast hungry for a little prey like [i]Zane[/i].

“In a way… I believe you’re the one to blame, my little [i]Zane[/i].”

“W-why would you say that, boss…?” the kobold asked, his voice about to break.

“Who else would be? You lend me your body, after all. You put me inside this juggernaut that makes me horny every day,” as he spoke those words, [i]Teryx[/i] gave one last look at the city from the eighteenth floor before looking at his pet over the shoulder. Holding his cock from the base with one hand and slapping it against the other, the buff dragon called for his assistance. “Come here and take care of it.”

Dragging his paws over the imported wood, [i]Zane[/i] got closer to his boss—no, the control he had over every aspect of his life made [i]Teryx[/i] his rightful owner, and Master was a more appropriate title for him.

[i]Teryx[/i] gave a soft caress to the kobold’s cheek. Unlike what he did to his clothes, the dragon knelt and took his time to undress his assistant, giving himself time to delight in the beauty of his delicate and small frame, and the natural glow from his golden scales. The dragon claws moved with care over the creamy skin and stopped at the little belly that, rather than unpleasant, gave [i]Zane[/i] a more adorable appearance.

His cock jumped out when his trousers went down, sending blobs of pre that fell on [i]Teryx[/i]’s chest. Just like his height, the size of his manhood outmatched most kobolds, and he dared to say that his musk was even stronger than the dragon’s—not that it made a difference after both scents mixed. [i]Teryx[/i] ran one finger across the full length to make [i]Zane[/i] moan in pleasure, and licked some of the pre already covering the tip; not as thick as his, but in a much larger quantity, enough to start dripping down in transparent ropes.

The kobold was about to take off his round glasses when his Master stopped him.

“Keep them. I love how cute you look with them,” he said in a calm tone of voice that crushed what was left of his resistance.

[i]Teryx[/i] got back up and held again his cock in front of the kobold’s face, who was at the perfect height to suck it. [i]Zane[/i] kept looking at his crimson eyes until the intense taste and the strong throbs of his hot manhood forced him to roll up his eyes. He let his Master shove his cock deep inside his throat and keep it there for as long as he could. After some seconds, [i]Teryx[/i] began to facefuck him, with thrusts that gained more and more speed as the kobold got used to his size. The pearly horns turned into handles for a dragon too horny to show any mercy on his assistant.

It wasn’t the first time [i]Zane[/i] was used by [i]Teryx[/i], but the kobold never saw him that excited. The loud gurgles from the cock invading his throat did nothing but feed the flames burning inside him. The dragon showed no mercy, decided to relieve in [i]Zane[/i]’s mouth the stress and lust accumulated over the day. [i]Zane[/i] couldn’t help but feel powerless over the ferocity packed in each thrust, standing there like a sex doll for the dragon’s pleasure.

He caught a glimpse of the crystal wall in the corner of his eye. How shameful it would be to be seen like that. Oh yes, how embarrassing it would be to have someone look up and find a ferocious dragon fucking the brains out of a powerless kobold. “Please do not look”. And if they did, he pleaded for them to ignore the wagging tail, the throbbing cock making a mess on the fine wood, and the joy in his expression for having the privilege of tasting [i]Teryx[/i]’s cock.

Large blobs of saliva fell over him in no time. [i]Zane[/i] rolled up his eyes and saw saliva already falling from his Master’s open maw. His loud huffs kept on fogging the crystal, with moans coming out sporadically; pleasure and desperation mixed in one exciting moan that said how much the dragon wanted and needed that. The build-up lust threatened to break an already fragile will.

A bulge popped in [i]Zane[/i]’s throat after [i]Teryx[/i] forced all his cock in. A second later, the bulge palpitated from the cum going straight into the kobold’s esophagus. So selfish. The little toy didn’t have a chance to taste the thick cum coming from his Master’s cock nor get drunk with the intense musk of his crotch, forced to choke on both his shaft and the massive load. And even with that, acting like the stud he was, the vigorous dragon fed his pet a load too big for him to handle; the cum burst out from the sides of [i]Zane[/i]’s muzzle and through his nose, making an absolute mess on his face.

When the lack of air became stronger than [i]Teryx[/i]’s control, the kobold used all of his strength to fight back the grip around his head. The dragon pulled out his fat cock still in the middle of his climax, shooting some more cum on [i]Zane[/i]’s face and the rest between his back and the crystal wall after the kobold fell to his knees, victim of a violent cough in his attempt to recover his breath.

The dragon’s moans didn’t reach [i]Zane[/i]’s ears. Already on his fours and reeking from the cum, his body shook violently as he tried to recover. The creamy puddle under him continued growing from the seed he couldn’t drink in time. His arms threatened to falter and send him to the mess he made, but he found the energy to fall to one side.

“Bloody hell…” [i]Teryx[/i] mumbled.

Feeling his legs like noodles, he dragged his paws to the closest chair. His brain told him he had already ruined a thousand-dollar suit and forced him to change directions from the comfy sofa to one of the steel chairs of the dining table. The reinforced metal endured his weight after he fell over it and, after stretching his legs to stop a cramp, sighed heavily.

After several seconds of loud huffs and distant honks, the dragon opened his eyes in surprise at the firm mast between his legs.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me…” with a groan, he closed his right hand around the thick cock and slowly started to pull the skin up and down. “I knew dragons were sex machines but this is a fucking joke… I guess I’m really starting to become you.”

He threw [i]Zane[/i] a wink, who just replied with a weak giggle before trying to get up. Despite [i]Teryx[/i] doing all the work, the kobold felt tired from enduring those brutal thrusts. His jaw and throat felt sore, and not enough rubs relieved the discomfort; only the loud [i]crack[/i] from his cheekbones seemed to help, if only for a moment.

“I don’t think this is gonna come down anytime soon,” the dragon mentioned. Holding it from the base, he waved his cock around to tease [i]Zane[/i], who quickly found himself trapped under the hypnotic movement. Left and right, like a metronome. “Why don’t you bring our toys? I have the perfect idea to take care of it.”

“Our toys” was a box in the built-in closet with all kinds of sexual tools. Harnesses, dildos, vibrators, different types of lubricants, and more. [i]Teryx[/i] had them for special occasions in which just sex wasn’t enough to satiate his lust. The kobold went for the box and returned to find his Master using his own tail to pleasure himself, a practice [i]Zane[/i] knew very well.

“Fuck… is this rutting season for dragons?” [i]Teryx[/i] pulled out his tail and sighed heavily a second time.

“That’s in June, boss…” [i]Zane[/i] replied shyly.

“If I’m like this right now, I can’t imagine in June,” he spoke between his teeth. After taking a look at the plain-looking cardboard box [i]Zane[/i] carried, the dragon sat straight and put his hands behind the chair. “Well, tie me up, boy. Arms and legs. And put the vibrator ring on me.”

[i]Zane[/i] was still unsure of what his Master had in mind, yet he obeyed his commands. With thick leather belts he tied arms and legs to the chair. He tied a black blindfold to his head. A transparent silicone ring began to vibrate at high speed at the base of his cock, but he uttered no moan, despite how sensitive his cock was. Secured to the chair, [i]Zane[/i] gave his boss a shy look as he waited for his next command.

“Now, take off the rings,” [i]Teryx[/i] ordered between huffs.

With quiet whines, [i]Zane[/i] did as he asked, afraid of what was coming. The dragon's body had nothing to do with his Master’s insatiable libido, and the kobold wasn’t sure if magic or pure force of will helped him follow his pace.

Nothing happened when he took off [i]Teryx[/i]’s ring. It was until he removed his that he felt a soft pull, like a hand on his chest. One blink after, the panorama before him changed. He was back in his original body, exhausted and burning from the inside. By sheer instinct he pulled the belts until his mind reminded him he was Teryx once again, tied up to a chair by his Master’s command.

Zane was also back on his fragile vessel, stretching the muscles he hadn’t used since that morning. The smug smile and challenging red eyes reminded Teryx his size was not a deterrent for him to take control. By stretching his flexible body he prepared himself for what was coming. And with a jump on Teryx’s lap, he showed how much energy he had left.

His large snout moved quickly around the dragon’s neck, taking quick and loud whiffs.

“You’re not taking a bath tomorrow. I wanna smell like this all day. So manly and powerful. This is the scent of a leader.”

The enthusiasm and excitement in his voice were intimidating, proper of a male that liked to have the first and last word on every discussion. Teryx didn’t dare to reply. There was no chance to do so. If he ever dared to speak out, his words would drown under Zane’s speech. What could size do against a personality like his?

With the dragon’s cock still firm behind him, Zane gave his pet a quick lick on his lips before jumping again on his lap, this time landing his paws on his legs to get better leverage. Teryx drowned on the musk coming from Zane’s cock while the kobold aligned himself on top of the dragon’s shaft, making sure to spread all that cum left like butter.

Satisfied, Zane let his weight and gravity do the work and, after the first excruciating seconds it took the tip to go in, the rest was easy for a kobold too horny to stop there. For Teryx was a different story, his cock was too sensitive after climax the pleasure became too intense for him to handle. His violent squirms did nothing but motivate Zane; the nasty kobold squeezed his insides and slowed his descent to make those seconds more tortuous for Teryx, whose moans were surely getting to the floors above and below.

A little bulge popped up on Zane’s belly after the last inch of cock went inside. Holding up only on his toes, the little reptile had his face distorted from the pleasure he refused to express. His entire body was a shaky, sweaty mess, and his cock seemed about to burst from the sole pressure exerted against his prostate. Only his thirst for control held him from going crazy in pleasure, aware of how soon it was to put aside his bearing. The only sign of help he allowed himself to show up came in the shape of a strong hug before he started to jump up and down on the dragon’s cock.

His need didn’t allow him to take his time. Zane rode his pet with all the might his little legs allowed him, taking strength from who-knows-where. The ridges did an excellent job at scratching those sensitive spots, and with his cock trapped between both bodies, it didn’t take Zane a lot to reach his own climax, bathing both reptiles in an abnormally large load for the size of his balls. The kobold’s cock throbbed violently and his inner walls crushed Teryx’s shaft on each spasm. The massive waves of pleasure broke his guard and the little kobold finally embraced his lust, moaning and squirming on top of his pet, whose cock prolonged those maddening seconds.

But even Teryx knew that wasn’t enough to satisfy his Master. Not even for a single second Zane stopped riding him; all the contrary, the little reptile moved with more enthusiasm, pressing his claws against Teryx’s scales as if he wanted to pierce through. Zane had only just begun, and that climax gave him the needed fuel to continue using his pet, who at that point was nothing but a whiny service top with a sensitive cock and more cum stored in those heavy balls.

The pleasure had them both drooling. The squirming mess that Teryx was tried to beg between moans for Zane to stop, the overstimulation on his cock more than unbearable. But no words came out. All he did was wiggle his paws around and leash at the ground with his tail as if the pain from the impact could somehow counter the waves of pleasure running across his body.

Nothing worked. The kobold’s insides remained tight after several minutes of ruthless riding. His fleshy walls kept on squeezing the thick rod. Teryx couldn’t even stop his second climax from happening. Between cries and moans he bred his Master, enticed to continue by the thick cum flooding his insides. With almost feral growls Zane let him know that wasn’t enough, and rode him faster, pushing the cum out of his ass while Teryx continued cumming.

The thick seed ran down their legs and splashed on each noisy thrust. Both reptiles got drunk in the dense musk flooding the apartment, a scent so strong it turned them into mindless beasts. Teryx eventually stopped moaning. He wasn’t squirming anymore. He only had energy to huff while his Master ravaged his body and soul in his attempt to please his needs. What a selfish way to act.

A third… fourth… fifth climax… Teryx’s face was a mess of tears and saliva. The pleasure had broken him, too much that he was no longer thinking at that point. Zane abused his body at will, milking up to the last drop of cum out of his balls. He loved it. Every second of it. But it was too much for his fragile soul and mind to handle. Too intense for his own sake. He gave up and gave control to the lust-driven kobold who still had so much energy stored in that little body. The reek of cum and sweat put him in a trance that only increased the pleasure felt, but at that point, he didn’t care anymore. It made no difference.

He didn’t realize when it ended. Teryx only blinked and he heard nothing. No moans. No huffs. No splashes. Nothing but the dormant city outside their apartment. Zane lay asleep on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside the kobold. Weak throbs shot what was left of his seed in a flooded ass.

Teryx never told him, but Zane threw a very weak wheeze while he slept. It was adorable. And he looked adorable with his face hidden in the muscular chest of his pet, almost like a different person. No one would ever believe what he was capable of. That was a secret for Teryx to carry alone. But it was during those moments of vulnerability rarely shown by Zane that Teryx felt more grateful for having him in his life, even if it meant being a kobold forever. No one else would take care of him like the kobold.

With a heavy huff, and after regaining some energy, the submissive dragon kissed Zane on the forehead and slowly thrusted upwards.

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