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Dragon Cave Quest Adventure Time

"Time for revels!" Malthael burst through the door of the tavern with his hoof, jewel-encrusted beer stein in hand. Behind him were his two travelling companions Spitey the lizard and Keploen the quadruped gryphon.

The three of them were finally returning to town after a particularly successful raid to a monster-filled dungeon. The loot haul was impressive, but not mind-blowing, and it included the jewel studded beer stein that Malthael was holding, as well as a few of the high value goods that were hanging off his antlers. Most of the loot was in the saddle bags of their gryphon steed, since he was the strongest of the three and could fly in the event of a raid by bandits.

It was time for them to reap the benefits of the raid. They had already sold some of the loot to the blacksmith for a pretty penny, and were ready to enjoy the most delicious meal in the highest class tavern in town.

Spitey was a bit more reserved, having experienced a violent end of a raiding party in the past. He knew better than to flaunt his newfound wealth, no matter how soft a bed it earned him. The entire raid had been like this, Malthael being loud and brash, diving into the next chamber without much thought. Luckily, his skill with a blade made up for his impulsive nature, and he seemed to always get away with nary a scratch on him. The cervine may have been a liability, but Spitey always saw this as a matter of high risk, high reward. Their haul for every raid in the preceding months seemed to directly correlate with how risky they had been.

In spite of their good fortune, Spitey still had a sense of reservation about Malthael. He knew that if they didn't part ways, that horned beast would be the end of him.

Keploen knew this, too. Both he and Spitey had talked about it at length in the absence of their brash leader, though the gryphon was considerably more loyal to him. Keploen had been Malthael's trusty steed for years now, and they'd both gotten into and out of more danger than most adventurers would in a lifetime.

Still, both Keploen and Spitey had a look of resentment on their respective faces as the caribou burst into the tavern, excitedly showing off every bit of loot he could carry in his hands and draped over his horns. Even if it didn't get them killed it would certainly get them robbed.

"A round of drinks for myself and my compatriots." Malthael declared much louder than he needed to as he slammed his jewel-encrusted beer stein on the counter. Both Spitey and Keploen stepped up to the bar next to him on either side, both nodding approval that they, too, wanted drinks.

"Ale or Wine?" The chestnut haired, equine barkeep asked as he got out two more mugs, one for Spitey and a specialy bowl-like mug for Keploen.

Malthael huffed a bit. "Do we look like women to you? Ale for the three of us, for we are mighty bucks. Make it your finest brew!" He slammed his mug down again for emphasis. Nearly half the patrons were looking at him, now.

"Would you cut it off?" Spitey urged in a demanding whisper. "We've managed to avoid the eyes of thieves so far, why call attention to yourself?"

The caribou shrugged and leaned against the bar, back to Keploen as he raised an eyebrow to Spitey. He wasn't loud, but he was still unapologetically direct. "People need to know about our skill. Perhaps one might overhear of our conquests and deem us worthy to slay a beast or protect their homestead! It is as much a boast as it is an advertisement. Our services are for sale, don't ever forget that, but the people need to know. In the mean time, I'm going to enjoy a drink and a meal, and it better be the best prepared salad this fine establishment has to offer!" He was a herbivore, no meats for Malthael.

The barkeep nodded. "I'll get you whatever you want in exchange for the right coin or jewels. That pearl necklace of yours would look mighty fine on my mate."

Malthael grabbed the piece of jewelry from his horn and tossed it across the bar. "It's yours. Now be sure to bring my mates a meal of their choice, and bring me a mixed salad, greens, veggies, and cook up some mushrooms to put on top. That would be delicious, with some cheese on it, yes. That sounds delicious."

Spitey sighed a bit at Malthael's behavior, but still decided to ask for a rare steak with some calamari on the side. To his delight, the barkeep assured him they had all the ingredients needed for such a meal and would get the chef to put a special touch on it.

Keploen was impressed and his beak was leaking drool, so he hastily asked for the same thing.

"Two surf-n-turf and one custom salad for the generous adventurers!" The barkeep shouted past the bar and into the kitchen as he grabbed the necklace and went to offer special instructions. Before he left, he filled each of their respective mugs with a dark, foamy drink.

Another reptilian leaned over and addressed Malthael. "You know, I used to be an adventurer like you, then I-"

"-Took an arrow in the knee. I know." Malthael interrupted with an exaggerated sigh.

The reptilian was taken aback. "N-no, I settled down and got myself a family. I was going to tell you that it might be a good idea to know when to quit, when a job is too hard. I lost my best friend to a hungry gryphon mother, and I've not gone on an adventure since then."

Malthael caught his next words in his throat, surprised by this. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude, but so many people in the northern regions would say that to me. I've gotten quite irritated by it."

"That's fine, I didn't really need to tell you about my family, either. Truth be told, I was going to see if you were interested in a high risk, high reward quest."

Malthael's ears perked up high, telling this reptilian all he needed to know. Neither Spitey nor Keploen seemed as interested.

"Ah, yes, I see you're the type. Good." The reptilian leaned in to go on with his story. "Okay, so I've heard about this hoard in a valley to the north. They say it has the absolute best loot in this area. Pure jade, gold bars, the finest cuts of jewels, the whole gamut of various loot, piled high in caverns underground. You name it, it's down there."

"So what's the catch? If this was such a hot spot, then why hasn't it been plundered dry?" Spitey asked, more than a little suspicious. It was his job to be the voice of reason of the trio.

Even Keploen was hesitant. "Yeah, there has to be a catch."

The reptilian nodded in agreement. "Yes, there is a catch. You see, the opening to the cave is at the bottom of a valley that has a powerful and deep river at the bottom. If you fall in that river, you're dead, simple as that. The current is too strong, and it flows too fast. Plus, if it rains, the water from the river floods the cave and creates a death trap. There are only two ways to get to the cave, with expensive, high-torque cliff scaling equipment, or with the aid of a well-trained flyer. Neither of which is very helpful when you're trying to carry out a haul. Only a few have ever returned from that cave, but they are now the nobles of this here city."

Malthael's eyes widened, the irises glowing like gems as he imagined the riches he was about to come across.

"Sounds like suicide." Spitey pointed out.

"Sounds like it isn't worth the risk." Keploen agreed.

"Sounds like the reward would be beyond our most successful quests!" Malthael declared. It was clear he had already made up his mind, and no sense of danger would keep him from his loot.

Both Spitey and Keploen sighed. "We're going for it, aren't we?" Spitey complained.

"We'd be fools not to! Think about it, with just a few trips, we could have more coin and jewels than anyone in town! We could be nobles, we could be kings, we could be emperors! Think about it!"

Keploen rolled his eyes and ruffled his wings a bit, the plumage around his neck standing on end. "I'm really not sure of this one. Sounds either too good to be true or too dangerous to be worth it. Either way, I really don't think this is a good idea."

The reptilian poked his head around to put in his opinion. "I said the same thing, until a friend of mine - a very skilled equine explorer - went to that very cave and came back with a single rucksack of jewels. Now, he's at the capitol, runs a successful business and has his own personal harem of mares. I know someone who successfully plundered that cave and came back a richer, richer stallion. Thing is, he's also the most skilled I know, and he told me there was mountains lining the walls full of gold coins, bars, jewels, and all the other wonderful things you could imagine. Said it was like a dragon's hoard, but without the dragon."

Malthael took a sip of his ale and licked his lips of the foam. "Okay, okay. Tell you what. We'll go scout the place first thing tomorrow. Only if you two agree that it's a viable quest, will we get the supplies needed for a raid. Deal?"

"I think so. Yeah, that's fair." Keploen reluctantly agreed.

Spitey wasn't as easily convinced, but he still agreed it was worth a shot. "Sure. We can go, first thing in the morning, but if I get even the slightest bit of suspicion, you're on your own. I won't follow you into certain death."

"Deal. Mr scaley one, tell me, how much for your services as a guide to this fabled cave?" Malthael idly fondled at once of the strings of jewels on his antlers.

"No cost. I can't take you there. I told you, I have a family. I'm not leaving them. I can give you directions and a map, though. It's very hard to miss."

"Can I at least pay you for the map?" Keploen offered.

The reptilian shrugged. "Seems weird to pay someone for just a map before even testing to see if it's accurate, but sure. I'll take some of your coin if you insist." He happily got a quill and some parchment, drawing a map of the western woods as the trio watched. He drew the valley, the cliff to the south, the city to the east, and the cave, right in the middle. He depicted landmarks, noted instructions, and even included a list of what equipment would be needed.

"And voila! Here, an emerald for the kind and generous patron!" Malthael reached into his satchel and tossed him a rather sizeable gem.

The reptilian thanked them and wished them luck before finishing his drink and leaving. Just then, the barkeep came with all three of their plates and they gobbled it up happily.

That night, they slept in the softest beds they had been in since their last quest started, and the following morning, they headed west of town to do their scouting.

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The reptilian was certainly correct. The river was a raging torrent of white crests snaking its way through the valley. The cave was almost directly below a rope bridge, with the gaping black mouth of it partially obscured by the mist that was formed by the river. The sides of the valley were pretty steep, but not vertical, like the guy in the bar had seemed to imply.

"Oh, this is gonna be simple. Get me some rope, I'm gonna rappel down the valley walls." Malthael observed.

Keploen let out an agitated chirp as Spitey did a slow turn, his eyes alight with anger. "Are you stupid? You have some rope and a rucksack, and you think that'll be enough to go down there? All that mist, what if you slip? I don't intend to lose my raiding partner for something stupid like that."

"Spitey's right, Malthael, this is pretty dumb even for you." Keploen agreed. "And I'm not flying down there after you."

Malthael threw up his hands and walked by the two of them on the bridge. "Well then what's the point in being an adventurer if you don't explore, take some risks?"

"There's plenty of point, but you keep taking more and more dangerous quests beyond our level, I'm beginning to think you have a suicide wish."

"I just want the experience, okay!" The caribou grabbed at the rope that Spitey was holding, tying the end in a special knot and threading the opposite end around the board and rope of the bridge as the others glanced at each other, unsure of what to do or where to go from there.

Before either of his friends had compiled their thoughts, Malthael tossed the end of the rope over the side of the bridge, letting it dangle down over the crevasse, resting on the incline of the valley so the tip was just dangling into the mouth of the cave. "Fine, if you two aren't gonna come, stay here and go get help if I need it. Mmkay?" With that, he tossed himself over the rail of the bridge and down the rope.

Spitey and Keploen both tried to dive at him the moment they realized he was serious, but it was too late. He was already clinging tight onto the rope, slowly descending the fifty meters to the bottom.

"You fucking idiot." Spitey mumbled to himself as he paced on the bridge, his footsteps reverberating down the rope and causing Malthael to swing gently. After a few moments, he turned to Keploen. "Alright, you go back into town as fast as your wings will take you. Go get some proper spelunking and rappel equipment, and meet me back here. I gotta go get him and see if I can get him out of there."

"I thought you said you weren't-"

"I know what I said, but I can't let him die. Go, get help, with any luck we'll be fine." After nervously taking a breath and readying himself, Spitey tossed himself over the bridge rail, slowly allowing himself to descend the rope, his strong hands grabbing a few dozen centimeters down after each other. He glanced down to see that Malthael was almost all the way down, and he'd have to take some steps to catch up. A few moments later, Keploen swooped past him through the valley, flapping his wings hard to rise and disappear over the treetops.

Spitey grabbed tight, wrapped his legs around the rope with a bit of leather for protection, and prayed as he let himself go into a near free-fall, the roughness of the rope burning his inner thighs before catching up to Malthael at the bottom. The very moment he got there, the caribou let go and hopped down the final few meters to land safely at the opening of the cave.

He dusted himself off as Spitey landed beside him in a thud. "See? Wasn't so bad."

The reptile growled as he got to his foot, carefully drawing his sword. "Perhaps not, but there's a reason nobody comes out of here. Ready your weapon, for I'm sure there be monsters here. Did you bring a torch?"

"Yeah, here." Malthael wrapped a bit of fabric around the end of a stick he found near the entrance and lit it on fire. "This is supposed to last a few hours or more. Come on, let's go."

The two of them unsheathed their blades and walked their way deeper into the cave, keeping an eye out for monsters. Neither spoke a word, for it would dull their senses and betray them in the darkness should something surprise them.

In the cave, they kept walking forward, taking a few steps at a time and checking each of the walls to see if there were any hidden passageways. The tunnel was simple, with a flat dirt surface and rounded rock walls without any support beams or proof of any sort of habitation. The entire cave felt like a quake would collapse it on whatever treasure may or may not be hiding in its depths, and the cool mist that was billowing across the floor kept it feeling mucky and quite unpleasant beneath their feet.

Before them lie a larger cave, an opening of sorts where they no longer saw the reflective glow from the torch on the walls, nor could they see the wall on the opposite side. Rather than hesitate or be cautious, Malthael forged forth, picking up his pace to the point he was practically jogging into the open cave. In the distance, he saw the reflection of a single small circular object on the ground. As he got closer, he saw it was a simple, nondescript ring, so he reached down to pick it up and put it in his satchel. He spun around, waving the torch to get a better look around him, only to find the cave was too dark and too large to see anything.

Spitey finally caught up to him and growled a bit, still not wanting to make too much noise, for fear it could attract the attention of undesirable company.

"Well, I guess we search around the-" He stopped mid sentence as he noticed a massive dragon-looking silhouette in the circle that was the opening to the outside world.

Spitey noticed the sudden silence and turned to face the entrance as well, an exhausted sigh escaping his lips as he readied his weapon. "Good job, Mal." He muttered, mostly to himself.

"Oh, don't be so negative. If you weren't expecting to fight a dragon at the end of this quest, then it wouldn't be very fun, would it?" The light of the torch illuminated the devious grin on the caribou's face as he stepped forward, sword arm out and ready to fight the final challenge of the dungeon. "Besides, dragon means extra large loot, since, you know, hoards and stuff."

Both braced themselves a the silhouette lumbered its way forward, great horned head held high and a pair of slitted yellow eyes glowing with the reflection of the torch. This dragon was angry, and very clearly was upset at their presence. It huffed, it snapped at the air with brisk shocks of flame and billowing clouds of smoke erupting from its maw, and it flared out its wings to completely cover the circle of light that was streaming down the cave to the adventurers.

"You ready?" Malthael asked, but immediately lunged at the dragon before Spitey could respond. He took a massive step forward, brandishing his sword like a rapier, dodging to the side as the dragon lunged right back, its massive form plowing through the relatively narrow cave. Mal once again rolled to the side before quickly coming to his feet and lunging at the dragon's side, only to be knocked off his feet and into the wall by the beast's wing, his head thudding off the rock face.

He immediately dropped his sword and fell to the ground, vision blurred and body feeling weak as the torch landed a few meters away, illuminating the cave. His eyes kept crossing, and he watched with double-vision as the dragon sauntered past him, going to battle with Spitey in the middle of the seemingly endless cavern.

His companion and the dragon dueled it out, the lizard ducking and weaving underneath each claw swipe and rolling clear of the bursts of flame the dragon spat at him. At one point, Spitey rolled forward, stopping between the dragon's front legs, ready to stab upwards into the beast's heart, but was thrown off balance when the dragon reached down with its maw and tossed him in the air. Spitey twisted in the air with the aid of his tail and angled his sword to bring the tip down on the dragon's head, only to miss completely when the dragon swerved its neck to the side, leaving the blade to plunge into the dirt and rock rather than its flesh.

With another massive swoop of its head, it slammed into the side of the blade that was still stuck in the blade, shattering it and leaving only a jagged base near the hilt.

Spitey tried to grab for it, hoping to use it as a form of defense, but was immediately pinned on his belly by the dragon's massive talon, his claw still outstretched toward the handle of his blade.

The dragon had won. Spitey was trapped and couldn't possibly wiggle out from the beast's powerful grasp, yet he didn't give up. He pushed and twisted his body despite the weight on him and the talons digging into his back. Despite having a defeated opponent or even a meal, the dragon didn't go in for the kill. Instead, it wrapped its claws around Spitey's trousers and sliced them open, ripping a huge hole in the ass-end of them, leaving only tattered rags around his calves.

There was a brief moment of terror as the dragon positioned itself over top of the lizard, waggling its hind end back and forth with its tail swaying gently as it pressed its hips downward.

Malthael groaned and crawled his way towards his torch, watching the dragon mount his adventure buddy, the dancing flames reflecting off the shiny, lubricated flesh of the dragon's massive member. That impressive cock looked to be half the size of Spitey's torso, with a rough-textured tip and a soft bulge near the base that looked an awful lot like a knot waiting to form. Things weren't looking good for Spitey.

Under different circumstances, this could have been a lot of fun. Spitey's mate back home was a similarly sized dragon, so it wasn't like he was incapable of playing hen to this drake, but when it was a violent dragon defending its territory, it was less likely to be gentle and loving, courteous of the bottom's needs and desires.

As expected, the dragon was not considerate with his aggressive thrusts. He arched his back and spread his wings, the light of the torch illuminating a shadow on the opposite wall as he let out a deep, howling bellow to accompany the plunge of his cock under Spitey's tail.

The lizard's howl of pain echoed throughout the cavern, a higher pitched cry compared to the lower, more guttural sound of the dragon.

Malthael could barely see what was going on, but he did see the dragon's massive claw holding his friend down, right as the red-scaled beast offered another deep thrust, the knot popping in with a sudden lurch. Though the light was dim, watching the expression change on Spitey's face go from a merely terrified to a grotesque combination of defeat and agony, though the rolling of his eyes could just be pleasure, too.

Despite the situation, Mal just wanted to leave. He wanted to pick up the torch and leave while the dragon was distracted. The sight of that massive, cherry red cock plunging its way under Spitey's tail and the knot locking them hips to hips turned him on a bit, but didn't elicit enough of an emotional response to actually do anything, since it would seem the dragon had no interest in harming either of them, only using them as cock warmers.

Mal was okay with this. Spitey would be okay.

Once his wits had come back, the caribou got to his feet and stumbled over to the torch, but then realized that moving the only light source would distract the dragon and focus attention on him, so he left it. He left it and turned to leave, but then Spitey called out to him, shattering his self-imposed morality.

"Don't leave me here!" he called, reaching out from under the dragon's massive form, only to gurgle and spit up white fluid.

As Mal looked back to his partner, he saw that his belly was distended, stretched like he was pregnant, and yet still stuck to the dragon despite his attempts to claw at the dirt and tug himself away. He felt a little bad, but he knew he'd be fine due to his extensive experience with his mate.

Before the caribou had time to turn and continue walking away, there was a massive, shrill cry that echoed throughout the cave. A glance down at Spitey revealed that it was him, and the dragon's hips were no longer locked into the lizard's, having clearly yanked the knot from the lizard's scaly tail hole.

There was a brief moment of dread before the dragon lunged forward, cum-soaked cock swaying heavy between his hind legs, spewing gobs and strands of sticky dragon seed in a pattern across the cave's floor.

Malthael tried to run, but the dragon's much longer stride mixed with Mal's still-recovering lucidity after the bump on his head allowed the massive creature to catch up him with only a few reaching steps.

He felt twin talons land on him from behind, knocking him off his hooves and making his chest land on the ground with a thud. In a very similar motion, the dragon held him down with one talon as the other ripped off his clothes and tossed his satchel to the side, but unlike Spitey, he lost every last bit of fabric that was draping over his form.

The caribou let out a pained cry, squirming and trying to rotate his body to get out from under the dragon, but the weight and power were too much, he could barely breathe, let alone get out from under the beast. A sudden wave of fear swept over him as he felt a wet drop of seed land on his rump cheek and tail. He felt his heart jump up into his throat as he clawed and scraped at the dirt around him in a last ditch effort to get away.

His efforts were of absolutely no use against the power of the dragon. He could feel the massive creature's body shift and buck, hips thrusting forth and cock bobbing up and down, splattering trails of cum all up and down his back, gumming him up from shoulder to calf before the roughly textured tip snagged just under his tail.

Part of him wanted to resist, to twist and fight back. Maybe lower his tail to seal off between cock and his own tender backside, but he knew that a dragon this large and this strong would just force it, so he gritted his teeth and bit down, lifting his tail to expose his pucker.

The dragon chirped at him, letting out a deep, affectionate vocalization before gently angling himself so that the tip was rubbing against the caribou's rump, smearing cum and precum between his cheeks and painting his flesh the color of dragon seed.

Malthael felt the pressure on his back recede, giving him a bit of wiggle room to move around or adjust himself. Naturally, his instinct kicked in and told him to run, but his more thoughtful mind realized at this point it would be better to just let it happen, so he spread his legs and propped his hind end up on his knees, making it easier for the dragon to slip into him.

Willing or not, Mal was worried this massive cock would do some serious damage. It was as big as his leg, the tip tapred and rather intense feeling as it prodded and gradually spread him out. To his delight, he felt almost like he was numbed, as though the seed the dragon was secreting naturally prepared him for such a thing. This suspicion became clear when he felt his flesh dilate and the entire head of the dragon's cock pop into him without any pain.

No pain, but he felt every bit of it slip into him, the rough nubs and barbs lining the head's rim, the ridges on the underside of the shaft, and every centimeter of its length slowly pushing in deeper and deeper until a massive, firm pair of bulges rested against either of his rump cheeks.

He took in a long, deep breath as he tried to relax, hoping beyond hope that the dragon would be kind and gentle to him and not force that knot into him. Despite his rump feeling almost numbed, he could still feel his flesh stretch and distend, the pressure being very, very obvious on his anatomy.

The dragon kept pushing and pushing, grinding his hips up against the caribou's form, but it became clear the knot just wasn't going to pop in. As soon as the beast came to this realization, he put more pressure on Malthael's back and slowly pulled out, the barbs around the tip of his cock head scraping against the caribou's insides. Luckily, due to the numbing agent, it felt more like a tickle than a scrape, and the dragon didn't pull out completely, just left the head of it resting inside before bucking his hips and thrusting knot-deep into Mal's rump again.

He didn't last long - after all, it seemed he already deposited an entire dragoness' worth of seed in Spitey - but the thrusts were long, deep, and powerful, each ridge slipping through the loosening flesh of Malthael's bowels. After only offering a few dozen slow but deep thrusts, the dragon's motions became erratic and jerky as a warmth spread through Mal's body, a particular pressure filling up in his backside.

The pressure slowly receded both from his back and from his sore, battered hole as the dragon pulled out of him, leaving his tailole tender and drooling cum all over the dirt of the cave floor. At the same time, the dragon's claw was off his back, and he could have easily gotten up to hobble away, but instead just rolled onto his back and kept his legs spread - the only position that was comfortable with his rump sore and tender like this.

He closed his eyes and whimpered a bit. The dragon was aggressive, but also weirdly gentle with him. It wasn't so bad, like any larger beast that mounted you, sometimes you just needed to let it happen; they didn't know better, and when they're that large and that powerful, you can't do a lot to stop them.

Despite his self-justifying desires to enjoy the unwilling sex he was the recipient of, his thought process was interrupted as he felt the warm breath of the dragon's snout tickling at his under carriage. He squirmed and felt a little uncomfortable, but that tickling sensation was followed by a powerful tendril of dextrous flesh that was the dragon's eager tongue prodding at his rump, lapping at the fluids that were leaking out of him.

The caribou whimpered a bit and tried to close his legs, but the dragon's snout was just too big, and the neck muscles behind it were too powerful to overcome. He also didn't resist too thoroughly, because he found as he looked down to catch sight of the dragon's slitted, amber eyes, that his own cock was at full mast, drooling his own cum all over his belly and sheathe. The sensation of dragon tongue prodding at his depths after the violent mating he'd just received was so immensely pleasurable that he was finding himself having to actively stave off orgasm by reminding himself of unpleasant things in his past.

Like the time he was raped by a dragon defending its hoard.

Still, the massive beast that seemed to call this cave its lair was weirdly affectionate, continuing to prod deeper with his tongue until every last bit of it was either in a puddle between Malthael's legs or on the dragon's snout.

It took a lot of self control, but Mal closed his eyes and grabbed a hold at the base of his cock, gently angling it down as he loosened his muscles, allowing the pleasure to take over. Like any mammal, his orgasm was swift, since the build up had lasted as long as it did. Only a few undulating motions of the dragons tong were required to massage his bowels before he felt a tingling sensation bubble up in his testes and explode a thin strand of seed all over the dragon's snout.

The dragon paused and pulled its tongue out of Mal's rump as it lifted its head high, confused as it licked at its lips. Cute. Very cute.

Mal awkwardly got to sit up, legs still spread and cock still drooling fluids as a trail of seed connected his member and the dragon's snout. He felt his belly bloated, like he still had cum inside him, and his position seemed to unlock a levee that let a steady stream of semen out to form a little meandering trail in a rivet in the dirt.

The dragon wrapped its talons around Malthael's waist, holding him in place as he nuzzled at his neck, using the horn-like nubs on his chin to tickle at the caribou's cheek before extending a wing to cover the smaller mammal, his body and tail curling up with one front leg pinning him to the ground, spooning him in an affectionate cuddle.

While Malthael was warming up to the position he was in, he couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Spitey, since the little dragon was nowhere to be found. Despite that worry, he nuzzled up to the dragon's powerful legs and belly, completely forgetting to try to find his sword. He didn't need it. Clearly the dragon didn't want to hurt him.

Experience gained. New paths in life have been unlocked.