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Countless legends throughout all the worlds tell of the amazing properties of a dragon's body. Their claws can be whittled into cunning daggers, magic wands, or even pens that never run dry of magical ink. Their teeth are spears, their hide is armor good as steel, and their very bones are wrought through with magic. A dragon may have a treasure pile to shame a hillock in size, but their true power, their uncountable wealth, is ever within.

So steeped are they in eldritch power and ancient might that truly any part or portion may carry with it some arcane property only guessed at by the wisest sages and most learned scholars. Bards sing of mighty triumphs over dragons to seek their scales, their eyes, or their hearts. One tale may tell of a cursed treasure and a man who became invincible by bathing in the dragon's blood. Another may tell of the wizard who saw what lay beyond the mortal ken through a dragon's shining eye. Still another might tell of a single golden dragon's scale upon which fell a single shining dragon's tear which granted good fortune forever for the dragon's human friend to which it was gifted.

Yes from tip to tail dragons are powerful, growing ever more so as they pass through centuries of life. But even though learned men might catalog the myriad wondrous effects of a dragon's meat and bones, ever is there a subject forgotten or glossed over in the tomes of ancient dragon lore. Through prudishness, modesty, ignorance, and rarity, a few secrets yet remained.

And even as Kinj scraped off the gobs of pearly white goo from her face, she was unknowingly delving into the depths of those secrets.

Pahroudrasius let out a cavern-shaking groan as the last shot of creamy semen jetted from him to lash against the tiny kobold's naked body. Down at his waist, hugging his several foot long member and stroking it with her entire body, Gnarl aimed his shots at her erstwhile friend. A cackle surged through Gnarl's throat as Kinj was splashed yet again even as she cleared the sticky mess from her face.

The great brass dragon slumped against the wall. Never before had he been drained like this. He was mighty, yes, and his arcane might was unrivaled for hundreds of miles around. Yet now he was spent, milked dry by these tiny temptresses in a way he'd not known for his many centuries. The dragonesses he had seduced in ages past had been concerned with breeding only. A female's estrus was powerful, but swift and feral. To add insult to injury, the one older female he'd managed to court had reckoned him "small" for a dragon his size.

But not now, he thought, not this day was he small! Even as it lost its rigidity, his cock was over half the height of the gnoll female, taller by head and shoulders to the sycophantic little kobold. And how enamored of it they were, how eagerly they'd played with him. Not for eggs alone, but for his pleasure and theirs too.

"What are you doing?!" cackled Gnarl derisively, "Slacking off are we ya great brass lizard?! I'll bet ya still got one more in you! How's-about another round with Kinj ey? Tight lil' pussy on ya should get yer fire lighted once more! Fill 'er up again for good measure! Or how's-about we dance for ya first ey?"

"We wants to please you master!" Kinj squeaked out, still fighting with the sticky mess coating her.

But even as Gnarl rubbed herself against his quickly flaccifying dong, Pahroudrasius knew that he needed more than a little rest to be ready for these two again. On top of it, he was beginning to view the mess he'd made as quite distasteful. Even this day he'd been inside both females twice, and then had participated in the little gnoll's obsession for perversion and doused the kobold in his essence. Worse yet, the gnoll's insistence and demands were beginning to get on his nerves.

"No," he said with a note of unconditional finality, "You two will away to the bath chamber at once and clean yourselves. I require rest and so do both of you, whether you admit it or not. After I am sated and rested, and we have all taken some food, we will discuss your future."

"Oy!" Gnarl dared shout, "You were the one talking of services! Way I see it, if you're done with us, then we've made good on our end!"

Fire surged within Pahroudrasius and he rounded on the upstart little creature in a moment of pique. "I said," he started with a raised voice, only to lower it and whisper roughly through bared teeth the size of swords, "NO."

Gnarl stood, trembling with eyes wide and pupils tiny in utter shock. All illusions of her having 'conquered' this dragon vanished in an instant. What had she been THINKING?! This one would have her in a single bite! Every hair on her body, even those matted by fluids, were on end. In a rush of displaced air, Pahroudrasius swept from the chamber, making his way out into the blowing desert sands.

"Well..." Gnarl deadpanned, "How's-about a bath then?"

A splash from behind told Gnarl all she needed. Kinj, the slippery little rat-lizard, had sneaked her way behind her and dived into the bath before her!

"HEY!" Gnarl shouted indignantly, "Me first! You're gonna get the water all..."

Kinj's head popped up from the edge of the massive pool just as Gnarl had marched herself to the edge. Gnarl only had a second to be surprised before the jet of spitted water hit her squarely between the eyes. A shrill bark of laughter quickly followed, answered by Gnarl growling "why you little..." and plunging in after.

In the enchanted ever-clean waters of Pahroudrasius' bathing pool, even the horrible sticky mess of dragon-spunk fell away and disappeared as it was rubbed, leaving fur, skin, and scales clean. This Gnarl noticed even as she swam to catch the rotten little upstart Kinj. In a rush of effort from her tired body, she surged forward and caught the little kobold by the ankle, causing a hand-sized patch of mess to fade from Kinj's foot even as she slipped from Gnarl's grasp. But the ease of cleanliness was not what gave Gnarl pause.

Gnarl swam over to a shallow spot and waited for her companion to join her. Kinj took her time and swam about, free of Gnarl's attempts to grab her. But as she resurfaced she couldn't help but notice the appraising look on Gnarl's face.

"Yer gonna be gettin' more than you bargained. I can see it already," Gnarl taunted, "Just look what he's done to you."

Kinj looked herself over, getting a surprise of her own as she saw what the cleaning of her sticky coating had done for her. Whereas before her scales had been a ruddy brown, now they were noticeably shinier... brazen even. It was if Pahroudrasius had gotten more than just his seed upon her and had burnished the little reptile to a luster of his own design.

"Seems he's rubbed off on you!" Gnarl announced before unleashing a shrieking peal of laughter.

"All your damn fault!" Kinj yapped back, "You and your 'let's play' nonsense! When I get treasure for me, you can forget about me helping you! I'm gonna go back to my own kind and live fat and happy for the rest of my life!"

"We-he-hell, aren't you getting bold," Gnarl sneered, "But who needs you anyway? Bah and good riddance. I'm going to spend my treasures on real things! I'll have my own court of males and I'll have the best of things! Maybe even have a few strong ones carry me about on a sedan-chair! I'll have bragging rights forever! Rich forever! We'll only raid for the fun of it!"

For a while they glared at each other, but their ill-tempers and bad humours faded as the majesty of the bath chamber caught their attention. Their minds wandered through the treasures they would carry away from this place and what they would buy and what they would keep secret for only their own pleasures. The flickering blazes of the braziers about the room twinkled the gold and stones in their eyes as they sat and watched their fantasies.

"Really was a good idea Gnarl," Kinj admitted, lost in pleasant thoughts and relaxed more than she'd ever hoped to be before, "make that dragon love us! Better than fighting dragons, no doubts."

"I always have the best ideas," Gnarl boasted, her confidence rebuilt and her ego refilled, and never mind whose idea it had actually been, "And I'll reckon if we play it right, we can carry out even _more_treasure than we ever wanted. But you've got to play along with the next parts. I need you to get him to do some of the same things to me. If that cum-bath shined up your scales, imagine what it would do for my hair! Also, there's a couple more tricks I want to try on him... see if his magic is all it seems."

"Right! We give him more, he gives us more! Maybe we even get him to bring us a wagon!"

"That's the spirit! But try to tone down that 'master' stuff. I don't want him gettin' ideas of keepin' us!"

"I wouldn't mind, now I think it," Kinj sighed idly as her mind drifted, "You was right how it's actually real good feelin' besides. I'd let him fuck me with that all he wanted."

The words seemed to light a fire in Gnarl's loins even as the impish little rat-dog said it. Whatever magic he's used on her, it certainly had been potent... and she'd certainly liked what they'd done together... and greedy as she was, she wanted more.

"I sure hope he gets back soon." Gnarl sighed.