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Pick was about to be in trouble. Pick was often getting into trouble though, but this was a special kind of trouble; imposingly tall, likewise scaly, and firebreathy in nature. Never one to fall in line with the rest of his species regarding dragon worship Pick was also not the type to go out of his way to anger them as well. Being a thief however he was staunchly pro-gold, specifically gold finding its way into his pocket. All it took were a few rumors about a young up-and-coming dragon with a penchant for sleeping through thunder storms and his interest was piqued.

Creeping his way up the mountain and through the cave proved a bit more dangerous than he had imagined. A few creative applications of a rope and hook kept his tale out of any real danger though, that would come shortly afterward. As he first caught sight of the glitter all that wonderful gold gave off Pick had to avoid drooling. The dragon, asleep on the second pile he spied, was enough to silence that urge in particular. Grabbing hold of his muzzle to keep from making a sound Pick began to tip to over to the gold.

The claws on those toe tips are what ruined the plan.

Kobold claws slapping against cold stone left a brief echo on the previously dead silent air. It was punctuated with a yawn. Not from Pick, but from the dragon nearby. Without another sound Pick began to flee. Silently he vowed to make amends in some way or another, and loudly that vague need for atonement was granted.

"Stop right there thief." said the dragon.

Pick closed his eyes tightly as he stopped. He felt for a moment that blocking out and wishing everything away would make it go away. As the dragon's growl seemed to crawl up his tail, along his spine, and into the back of his neck with a comforting yet terrifying thrill.

"Now turn around." said the dragon.

"I didn't steal anything ye-" he said turning around rapidly.

"That is irrelevant, you imposed yourself on my domain. Now you must pay for your crime." said the dragon.

The dragon, scales as red as fire and eyes a powerful and dark orange, seemed to bring light with is as it walked. Stretching his wings out he made his way off the larger pile of gold. Hundreds of coins, precious metals, and jewels slid along the mostly metallic slope and scratched or bounced along the stone floor as he stood upright. Young, but regal, Pick knew from the look of him that this dragon was going places, and some primal part of his reptilian brain was telling him to listen. There was something more than just fear making him comply to commands now. It felt like loyalty.

"Awfully brave of you lizard, testing to see if the rumors of my deep sleep," he hissed.

"Apologies are in order," said Pick hesitantly," Clearly the rumors were false, and not only was it insulting of me to come here but it was just as insulting for me to assume your alleged weaknesses were true."

The dragon looked surprised, shifting it's eyes back and forth as if to think things over before going back to examining his kobold captive.

"Did your tribe send you? A brother of mine perhaps? There are many, and I've heard many stories of kobold tribes following the whims of grander beasts." he said.

"No tribe, no master either. I'm on my own, and the mistake was mine alone," Pick said.

"Interesting. You know... I was having quite the dream before you interrupted." Said the dragon skulking forward, staring down at Pick.

Unable to back away out of both respect and fear Pick decided to stammer away.

"What sort of dream?" he said.

"How nice of you to ask." Taunted the dragon," Well, there was a kobold and a dragon. You... I mean the kobold who looked awfully similar to you stood before a dragon. There was one key difference however, but I can fix that."

Punctuated with a slash of his claws the young drake disrobed the kobold thief. The leather armor had been torn to shreds over his tiny scaled chest and belly.

"That's more like it!" roared the dragon playfully.

"Uh..." said Pick.

"No need to thank me, a body as appealing as yours deserves to be uncovered." said the dragon.

Pick had a sneaking suspicion where this was going, and decided at this point to submit. Not really one to think about sex as much as gold he was also one to be very fond of not getting eaten, and the thief very much doubted any sort of intimacy the dragon might attempt would be so eagerly followed up with a snack. Making a show of it he unbuttoned his pants, snaked his tail up high while doing so, and shook a bit as they fell around his bootless feet. Looking back at his captor Pick smiled.

Smoke rose free from the dragon's maw as he spoke, clearly excited," I...I honestly didn't expect you to be so willing."

"You're a dragon, and I am a kobold. Even though you seem a bit young I am bound to satisfy your needs, and for you to need me in this way is quite an honor," said Pick.

As he walked up towards the beast and placed a scaled claw against his captive's neck something came over the both of them. A primal urge that neither party full understood, but both would willingly take part in. The very need that had the two races working together for so many lost eras. Dragons and chieftains the realm over had always had such intimate bonds, and these two were about to consummate just such a bond shortly.

Arousal found its way to the floor as the dragon's twin tipped sex graced the open air. Pick's own member was made visible as well, comparitively smaller to the much larger male. The dragon blinked, pupils now slits in sex dulled eyes. His tongue slid free and graced the kobold's naked chest, working its way down along th belly scaled to that ever so sensitive scaleless and exposed bit of flesh. The forked tongue ignited an intense and thorough submission in Pick, who leaned in and licked at the dragon's brow. Nibbling playfully at the base of his horn, the little lizard did anything he could to return the favor the dragon was now bestowing on him. Anything for his new master.

It was the dragon's turn to feel honored. To be blessed with such a pleasurable chief was rare. Kobolds were rarely willing to make the effort, but this one, Pick, was displaying genuine affection. The dragon's own arousal needed attention however, and the chief's willingness made him was to skip to the next step immediately. It would be more pleasurable for the both of them that way. The dragon pulled his maw away from Pick's sex and began to roll over, stopping briefly to return the kiss that dextrous kobold managed to steal as the dragon pulled away.

With his long neck and guiding paws the dragon lead his new kobold chief over coarse belly scales. Hopping up and straddling the stomach of the beast they continued to lick and kiss at one another. Putting that rogue dexterity to good use the loyal little lizard began to squeeze and tug at the dragon's left cock with a smooth tail. The dragon let out a growl as he pulled back from the kiss. He was having trouble understanding how good this creature was making him feel. With his mind adrift the dragon thrust slightly, it felt so natural to do so, and knocked the kobold forward. They both smiled at one another before the chief turned himself around.

He eyed each massive cock hungrily and, having already worked over the right one with his teasing tail, he decided to give the left one all the attention his maw could hope to provide. With his smaller, but no less capable, forked tongue he flicked it curiously along the tip. He caught a few drops of precum flowing free from the lengthy member. Pick enjoyed the flavor thoroughly. It was a magically delectable spiced and oddly sweet flavor that only virile dragons could muster, though many kobold delicacies attempted to emulate. The sheer musk was invoking a kind of delirium within Pick, and his tongue began to claim more and more of the dragon's dick. Meanwhile, his right hand kept itself busy with the tail-teased sex.

All the while the dragon restrained from thrusting. Instead he turned his attention to Pick's raised tail. More specifically the taut little hole at the base being freely displayed for the dragon's viewing pleasures. As the dragon felt another spurt of precum dirty the kobold's hand and face it began to feel rather rude to not assist the little lizard with his own desires. Draconian teeth parted so a forked tongue that quickly teased the kobold's presented rear. As the kobold's tongue went to work on inch after inch of the dragon's member his own tongue began to return the favor in spades. Snout propping up the small tail with ease the dragon pressed his forked wonder along the small cock all the way up the the reptile's belly, a yelp was coaxed from the smaller creature.

It was all the motivation needed to have Pick make more of an effort. Taking the right shaft in both hands he began to stroke more vigorously than before. Convinced that side was being handled accordingly he turned all his remaining attention to the hemipene he could see between each musk filled nostril. His tongue had already caressed it so much, but like a good thief he always wanted more. With gusto he sprung himself over the member, the primal nature of their courtship far surpassing any gag reflex he might have once known. With a grin he found himself conquering that magnificent organ with ease. A low groaning note from the dragon that owned it let Pick know just how good of a job he was doing. All the while he guided the larger lizard's teasing tongue to another area of attention. After all, both parties knew Pick could not handle such a large beast properly without a little training. With that forked tongue repositioning Prick would soon have all of that and more.

The dragon's tongue snaked up above his tail around the base, making sure the kobold was aware of both what was happening and who was in control. Another ancient act of dominance the two had longed to engage in long before meeting. As Pick inched his way down the best he could the young sky-scorcher pulled away from the tailbase and positioned his mouth properly. The moment that stout tail of Pick's lined up with the maw of the dragon was when the beast chose to strike. A thick forked tongue sprang forth and brought about a cacophony of muffled moans. It was the only response Pick was about to manage besides shudder. The twin praises to his actions left the dragon experiencing strange and foreign waves of pleasure he had never experienced before. In response he went further, his thick tongue finding itself further and further inside the tight tailhole before him. The pleasure spiraled out of control, every inch evoking a more powerful moan from Pick which in turn further aroused the dragon beneath him, making him press further with the tongue. The rather enjoyable cycle continued before he could spare no more of that forked tongue.

Deciding soon after that it would not be quite to fun to let the both of them finish that way, and that the kobold's rear had been trained enough, the dragon took it upon himself to change things up yet again. Pulling his lengthy tongue all the way out of his new chief the dragon began pistoning into and out of the submissive mess on his belly. Any attempts on Pick's part to clench at and slow the dragon's powerful tongue were met with playful growls and quicker thrusts. The dragon's foreclaws held him back now against the dragon's maw, and Pick's tail was raised so highly that for a moment it began to hurt. He could never have lowered it if he tried. Pick never tried to.

Finally the dragon withdrew he tongue and smiled over the frantically shuddering lizard he now held. Trying to keep from climaxing under all this pleasure had reduced Pick into a quivering mess, and his ability to give either of the dragon's cocks the attention they deserved was greatly reduced. Plucking the kobold up the dragon placed him down against a nicely angled pile of gold. The two reptilian creatures faced each other, glancing occasionally at the nearly finished arousal hanging between each of their hind legs. Wordlessly they agreed on just how this should end, and the dragon set about making that happen. Pick smiled, more eager to please than ever before. The member that received all the oral attention was now pressing powerfully against his only recently trained tailhole, while the other was poised to press tightly against the left side of his scaled belly.

From another perspective it would have appeared as though the young drake was about to express his love of gold in a somewhat overpassionate way. An act the dragon would never admit to doing quite as much as he had done during all those long winters he had already lived though. With a comforted smile the dragon dismissed the idea as he looked down at his receptive mate. Pick nodded.

The force of the thrust started slow and easy, but as the dragon slipped his tip only partway into the clenching taihole he began to lose himself in the moment. The force of his thrusting was already causing coins to roll down the back of the pile as if to punctuate the shrill cries of the pained pleasure that was soon overshadowed by a triumphant roar. As if the bizarrely primal magic at work made it possible, the dragon had hilted himself inside the thoroughly stuffed kobold. The pleasure from pulling back for a second thrust caused him to cough flames over the top of that imbalanced pile, the glittering of light made their passionate lovemaking a bit of a show. Both the dragon and the kobold's scales shone brightly as if they were the most precious objects in the room. At that moment, to each of them, the other certainly was.

Pick was braced as best as he could be given the circumstances. His legs splays outward and his tail was almost splayed up beneath himself. With one free hand and that infamous kobold flexibility the anxious chief made it his duty to lick at that belly pressed sex every time the dragon's other tool was hilted. No creature could hold off after receiving such a profound pleasure for so long, and the dragon growling and thrusting above Pick was no different in that regard. A deeper more animalistic growl now gained volume with each full thrust as Pick could feel both cocks tense slightly. The dragon could only fill him one final time before a bellowing roar echoed forth.

It was even more joyous and bestial than the others, a final exhaustive sigh that carried for miles by both the wind and the passion they both felt. Seed spilled out from the beast, quickly flooding the already stuffed tailhold before quickly leaking out over the gold beneath him. The other cock coated his chest and neck with shot after shot of deliciously spiced dragon cum. Pick's own juices quickly found themselves added to the mix as the pleasure proved to be quite enough for him as well. Greedily he began to lap it all up from the dragon's nearby cocktip and his own chest. Between these stretched cleanings he was breathing as tiredly as the dragon was, their mating having exhausted the two them quite thoroughly. Pick felt both a thrill and an odd sadness as the male above him began to soften inside and against him. For a moment he felt as if the act of pulling out would end the bond they had formed.

Pick was quickly proved wrong. The dragon had pulled himself free of the submissive lizard, but mewled softly as that dextrous tail caught one last long caress of each member. The dragon finall pulled back, helped clean some of the kobold's chest and neck off with a quick swipe of his tongue, and leaned in for a well earned and long lasting kiss.

As they finished signaling the end of their first act as dragon and chief, they took refuge behind another cleaner pile of gold in a particularly quiet corner of the cave. The young hoard-guard and his most treasured possession embraced each other. Pick could not fathom wanting to be anywhere else. Beneath an outstretched wing they shared secrets, and began to scheme for their tribe's future, but most of all they flirted and spoke of the things they would do to one another that night.