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"In the Master's Service"

The sound of his feet tapping loudly on the slick stone flooring of the cave, Grik skidded around the corners of the labyrinthian tunnel, he knew it like the back of his claw, the small, reptilian kobold had spent his entire life roaming these caverns, he'd never even been outside and now from the command of his elders he was being forced to leave his home, and he didn't want that.

The sound of feet like his own striking the stone, splashing through patches of accumulated water echoed quite nicely, as it gave away the location of his pursuers. He slipped into an alcove and pressed himself back against the wall, breathing heavily as the sounds of the footsteps charging approached. Holding his breath, he watched several kobold males flush past him, running into an adjacent tunnel. He whimpered a bit as he slipped out and started moving in the opposite direction; it was only a matter of time before they would catch up to him, he could only delay them for so long. Not unless he could escape outside of the caves, into the freedom of the outdoors, away from the ones that wanted to send him away. But if he did that he'd be out of his home anyway, but it would be his own choice, right?

The walkway was slick as he entered the following chamber and he felt his ankle tremble and slip out from under him. "WHA!?" He cried out as he toppled off balance and straight into the water that ran in a small stream throughout the entire cave.

He flailed, his arms suddenly found hands to grab them. He thrashed, trying to pull himself free, but more arms grabbed his waist, and his legs, holding him still.

"No! No! Let me go!" Grik shouted, kicking his legs he felt himself lift up out of the water, his strip of a loincloth dangling under him as he continued to try and struggle. "I don't want to leave! I don't want to--"

There was a sudden crack against the side of his head and dark spots collapsed into his vision. He felt his body jerk and he went numb as his eyes closed, the sound of the caves faded to nothing.

The next thing Grik saw was the sunlight piercing his eyelids, leaking through the little points of light made him cringe and curl up. It was then he realized he was laying on a soft sheet and felt a soft cushion under him. It took him several minutes to even pry his own eyes open to investigate where he was.

He was in the middle of an enormous bed; at least large enough to fit ten kobolds and he was the only one there. A bright, purple sheet was draped over the cushions, and white heavier covers were crumpled up in a pile near the center of the bed. It was so fine that even dragging his fingers along it left long indentations that he could see clearly. He pursed his lips and looked around curiously.

"Thank the dragon lord you've awakened!" The door burst open and a second kobold came through. He was dressed in a silver tunic and brown leather sandals. They clopped loudly as he entered. He ran to the bed and hopped so spritely it was like he'd flown up onto the bed. He dropped to his knees and pulled Grik in by his hand. Grik pulled away but the other held out a finger covered with a light blue substance. "Hold still, you're almost healed." He insisted before dragging his finger across the kobold's temple. Grik hissed as the wound he hadn't noticed moments before burned.

"Ahh! What is that?" He asked, pushing the other away before feeling the cooling, tingling effects making his wound feel better. He put his hand to his head and felt the moisture evaporating and the pain vanishing.

The other kobold shrugged. "It is a healing lotion. Your head was in pretty bad shape when you came to us. I am Ital, head of the master's servants."

"The master?"

Ital sighed and frowned. "You must have been struck completely senseless. Our master, the dragon lord. The one who called you to this place." He bowed respectfully. "And what is your name, young one?"

The younger kobold raised an eyebrow. "I am Grik." He said. "And I do not belong here."

"Oh, you do. The master has summoned you, therefore you belong." Ital sighed through his nose and shook his head. "Young one, you are here to serve our master. Please do well to remember this." He clapped his hands, and instantly a third kobold appeared, this one was a few inches taller than the others and was clumsily carrying a tray of food. Grik's stomach growled at the smell of grapes and of meat on the tray, and he'd hoped it was for him.

"Grik, this is Lan. Lan, Grik needs his strength if he is to meet our master."

"Oh yes! Of course!" Lan bounced just as easily onto the bed as Ital had and perfectly balanced the tray he was carrying to offer the younger one some food. Grik happily grabbed a clawful of grapes and ripped off a large chunk of the meaty portion in the middle and ate heartilly before noticing that Ital and Lan hadn't been eating.

"Why are you two not eating?" He asked. "In the caves, food this delicious is difficult to find."

"We've not been to the caves in many years, Grik." Ital said. "We are used to and grow fat on the luxury if we allow it. Our master does not like fat servants."

"Certainly not." Lan agreed.

"S-so... you have been here for that long?" Grik asked. "Serving a great dragon?"

The pair of them smiled. "Indeed. Wait until you meet him." Ital said.

"I nearly fell to the floor when I saw him first." Lan agreed. "He only selects the boldest and most reliable of us. You should be honored."

"It is hard to be honored to be a dragon's servant." Grik said before finishing off his last mouthful. He felt somewhat dizzy for a moment, a strange scent invaded his sinuses and quickly disappeared he could see a strange glowing aura around him, almost like specks of dust hovering in blue on the air, which he quickly waved away. Ital grabbed his jaw and looked him in the eye, snapping his fingers as he did so. The sound from his fingers somehow hurt Grik's ears and he winced in pain of the sudden abruptness of the noise.

"He is ready." Ital said.

"Ready... for what?" Grik asked.

"To meet our master, of course!" Lan announced triumphantly as he grabbed the kobold by the wrist and pulled him toward the edge of the bed. They bounded down and Grik found himself being pulled toward the bright lights of the doors that led out into the open air outside.

Grik tried to pull himself away, but he found his legs strangely uncooperative. He didn't want to continue on into the outside world, but the kobold's feet were defying him every moment that he ran along the narrow corridor which then opened out into a bridge that stretched high over the crashing waves of the ocean several feet below. "I'm-I'm not... not ready to meet the master!" He shouted as he pulled his arm, finally freeing himself from Lan's fevered grasp. "I don't even know why I should call him master."

"Oh, when you see him, you'll know why." Lan said, beaming an enthusiastic smile. "It wasn't long ago that I felt the same way as you. But he helped me to see his greatness. He'll do the same for you."

"If it's just the same, I don't want to meet him. And I will return to that... room I awakened in, and when I wake from my sleep, I better be back in my cave where I belong."

Lan and Ital looked at each other, then pursed their lips. "It's not all the same." They said simultaneously as they grabbed the younger one's arms and pulled him forcibly. "Hey-ay! Let go! Let me go!" Grik shouted as he was hoisted up onto Lan's shoulders, his ankles bound together dangling off the other kobold's back while his wrists were tied together around Lan's shoulders. He still tried to struggle, but found it was useless, his arms and legs had nowhere to go now. And the running continued.

As the three of them rounded a ruined castle where the bridge led to, Grik noticed a great smoky grey mound in the center of it. The floor underneath them was shiny, but worn away to a yellowish stone. Grik felt it soft under his claws as he was pulled down off Lan and forced to remain still by Ital's firm grip.

"Master, we present to you the newest member of your servants; Grik."

"'Grik' is it?" A resonant, deep voice boomed out from all around them, making Grik look around for the one speaking. "Such a rarity to find a servant so unprepared to serve."

The mound moved now, the outer rim of it spreading out to reveal a pair of wings, stone colored on the outside, but a vibrant purple color within. Slowly but surely the gray wings became purple on both sides and the talons at each end came into view, carrying rings of gold on the center tip of both. A thick neck craned out as the dragon's muzzle came into view. He was fairly bearded, a rim of dark hair lining his jaw along its outside. A golden jeweled crown shimmered atop his head, a fan crest atop his head separated two ivory white horns, also bejeweled appropriately.

As the dragon unfurled, his body was revealed as a more muscular, somewhat lean form.. at least, lean in the sense of a dragon's body, he was probably well specialized at flying. As he rolled over, two thick rope necklaces came into view, sweeping rather low over his chest as he turned to view the trio. He smiled, a long row of formidable teeth showing themselves as he wrenched his lower body around, digging his claws into the stone under him as he yawned and let out a stretching rumble from his throat. A pair of shining blue eyes gazed upon them as he relaxed his smile some before looking down at Grik. His throat had instantly gone dry over the sheer majesty of the dragon lying before them.

"So. You do not stand in awe of my greatness?" The dragon asked with a chuckle as he crossed his wrists over the other. Golden bracers adorned both his wrists and his ankles as they came into view. "Please, tell me what I must do to be godlike to you, Grik. How may I serve you to serve me?"

"Y-You..." Grik's words were lost for a moment. "I s-s-serve no one."

"You... 'ssserve' no one?" The dragon repeated, flicking his tongue tauntingly. "The more I hear your voice, the more serpentine it gets. How interesting." He leaned in close, sniffing the newcomer with so much force that the kobold nearly lifted off the ground. "I am not convinced." He said low, tapping his claws idly on the stone. "You have deep desires that even you know nothing of."

"My desires don't concern you."

There was a gasp from behind him as Ital quickly silenced Grik with a hand over his mouth. "P-please master, he does not mean such insolence. He is new and..."

"I understand." The dragon said, turning a hand over. "I have had this trouble with all of my kobolds... but he desires to serve me. Though he doesn't have the heart to admit it." He looked at Lan. "Lan." He said, immediately causing the tallest kobold to stand at attention. "Service me as you like to." He said, rolling further over to reveal his genital slit. A moving bulge pressing against it threatened to reveal a pink flesh already. Lan immediately ran over to him.

"W-Wait! Lan!" Grik stammered as the other kobold ran to the dragon.

Size-wise, kobolds were about three feet in height, compared to a dragon's eleven to twelve foot to the shoulder height, the diminutive kobold paled in comparison to size. Lan jogged up to the slit and immediately began to run his tongue along it. The dragon smiled and sighed as he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the attention. It didn't take long for that sliver of pink to begin to creep its way out from the draconic hiding place between his legs. The kobold licked down near the base of the shaft as it emerged and helped to coax out the dragon's balls, which nearly fell out and collapsed on the kobold. Two rings that Grik hadn't even noticed near the end of the slit had parted and almost looked like piercings along the dragon's orbs, while his cock was decorated much like himself, two gold rings wrapped around the center and the tip of his shaft. Already his tip was leaking precum and he had to adjust to keep from crushing the kobold with a twitch from his shaft. He looked at Grik and grinned a bit, locking the reptile's eyes in with his own ocean blue eyes. "You see, Grik? All are happy to serve me, and you can be too."

Despite Grik's resistance he couldn't help but feel a massive arousal coming on, a scent filling his nostrils that reminded him of food, pleasure, desire... He blinked and tried again to resist. "N-no... I can't."

"Mmm-very well. Ital, come aid Lan. He's having a hard time keeping up." He chuckled.

Obediently, Ital rushed to Lan's aid, given his eagerness it was a surprise he'd lasted this long. Immediately he ran to the tip and began to lick at the streams of white now dripping from it as it grew fully erect. Lan was tugging on the piercings near the back of the dragon's balls making him snort and rear slightly from the pressure. Grik's eyes fell to the massive dragon cock that seemed to almost swell in the center between the rings as the pressure that he held back began to rise. The dragon's tail swept into the air behind him and slapped back down as he watched the two at work, and he turned to Grik, his eyes glowing in a way to give an aura around the kobold's body. "Serve me... serve me happily and your life will be complete..." He could hear the dragon's voice, but his lips were not moving. The reptile's lips furled back a bit and he smiled toothily at the kobold. Looking down, Grik's erection had popped from his cloth and he looked up embarrassed to see that both Ital and Lan had stripped from their tunics as well, casting them carelessly to the ground. "Come, Grik... pleasure yourself; please me."

Unable to resist, Grik unfastened the strand that held his loincloth on and he walked in a steady pace toward the dragon. His heart was racing as he went past Ital, but not before sliding his fingers through the mess dripping out of the dragon's tip and taking a taste; it was bittersweet and very sticky, but he enjoyed it and began to stroke himself with the leftovers. Almost taking a cue from Grik, Lan put his hand down and hoisted the kobold up atop the dragon's slanted shaft, its warm flesh between his legs felt amazing, he hadn't felt anything like that before. As the blood rushed through it, the flesh pulsed under him and he began to grind his cock against it as the dragon watched and smiled, pleased at his service.

Lan began to lick the inner slit at the base of the dragon's member, running his hand along his cock while his other began to massage the sensitive shaft. More pressure began to build up, and Ital began to get covered in the seed the dragon produced. Amused, he began to run his fingers along the tip, helping to reduce the flow and build up the pressure faster.

"Mmm... my servants know just how to get a dragon's heart racing..." He began to pant a bit, his tail flipping a little more now. He smiled and watched his servants dedicate themselves to the eruption.

Lan came first, his seed splashing against the back of the dragon's ankle, wetting the gold trinket wrapped around it as he put all of his effort into the shaft. Then came Ital whose seed was lost in the fountain of cum now draining from the dragon's shaft. The dragon growled and watched Grik slide long along the shaft of the beast and firing off his own round that splashed across the area. The feeling of the warmth, then the warm cock of his kobold running through his own cum was enough for the dragon and he let out a fevered growl, suddenly unloading copious amounts of cum, covering Ital in the first two shots, then knocking him to the ground with the third. The remainder was copious pools of seed rather than more ropes. Slipping from his mount, Grik splashed into the cum next to Ital, and just for his own amusement, Lan abandoned his post and joined his brothers in the impromptu bathing.

Still panting ten minutes later, covered in dried slime and surrounded by their master who had curled around them in a deep restful sleep, Grik smiled widely. "I do not say I'm wrong often... but in this case, I'm glad that I was."

"So. You'll be staying with us, I assume?" Ital asked.

"Forever."

"Mmm... that is good." The dragon murmured in his sleep. "It would have been a pity to eat you."

THE END