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The little town of Riverport was nothing any passing travellers paid any attention to. The fact was that most chose to avoid it entirely, located as it was between the river and the lair of one of the few remaining greatwyrms. Certainly, the inhabitants of the town would never admit it, but everywhere else in the kingdom, it was common knowledge – or at least, commonly accepted rumours – that the dragon had enslaved the entirety of the village. Not only that, but he had roped them all into worshipping his goddess, too. A more knowledgeable man might've argued that Linea, the breath of life, had originally been a human god, but it was easier to blame the dragon. He, of course, did it only for the eternal life she was rumoured to grant to her most devoted, rather than the betterment of others around him.

Endris himself thought of that sometimes. He was one of Linea's acolytes himself, but their goals were different; to cure diseases, to increase harvests, all manner of thing a goddess of life itself eagerly assisted humanity with. Still, at the very least, Nalbor the greatwyrm was forced to obey the commandments and dictates of Linea regardless of whether he truly believed in them or not, leading to him mostly hiding away in his lair rather than plundering and pillaging like many lesser drakes. After all, the goddess would not approve of him intentionally bringing harm to anyone.

It was a mixed blessing, in Endris' mind. For the most part, the village and the dragon left each other alone, while working towards what the priesthood believed to be a common goal despite different reasons. In times of crisis, the dragon had previously past descended from his lair and fended off invaders, bandits, and even wild beasts, and as such, there was enough justification there; he was clearly compelled to do the goddess' bidding, even if it only was to please her.

Today, however, was different. The village was abuzz with activity already by the time Endris got up, stretching his naked form in the little sunlight that filtered into the acolytes' barracks. He'd never liked sleeping naked, but it was one of the priesthood's edicts; after all, Linea was also a goddess of fertility, and so her chosen attire was either nothing at all, or luxurious silks which hid very little. For a moment, Endris stared emptily at a wall, while his mind gradually re-joined the waking world, wondering about the amount of noise both outside and next door.

Then he heard the words “dragon" and “volunteer", and his curiosity sent a surge of energy through his somnolent frame. Quickly, he got up onto his feet and pulled on his uniform. The acolytes' robes were considerably rougher than those of the full clergy, but one day he'd graduate to wearing them. After a quick look in the mirror and an equally quick brushing of his sun-kissed blonde hair, he left the barracks to see what had left the temple in such a feverish flurry of activity.

It took him a while to figure out what was going on. Endris was still feeling dozy. He'd overslept because of whatever was happening, since apparently nobody had remembered to do the usual wake-up call, and it turned out that he slept almost until noon if left undisturbed. He heard mentions of a kobold – almost guaranteed to be one of Nalbor's servants – as he entered the common area of the temple, where one of the priestesses was already addressing the others.

“…wants an acolyte, within a week, for his own private needs," she spoke. Endris couldn't quite remember her name in his empty-headed state.

“Then we have to give him one," someone else replied. “He's a follower of Linea, just as the rest of us," he continued. “He'll not harm anyone."

“I cannot rightfully force anyone to go, and I doubt any would want to. As such, we'll have to bear his wrath, perhaps petition the king for protection-“ the priestess spoke, her tone solemn. “Unless one of would risk yourselves for this."

Endris scanned the room. He noticed a kobold, presumably the one who'd brought the dragon's request, standing in the corner. The little blue-scaled lizard seemed terribly bored, fiddling with his thumbs as he waited for the answer. What Endris did not see was anyone volunteering to enter the dragon's lair.

But why not? No follower of Linea was allowed to harm another living being, and if the dragon sought her favour, he was just as bound by the scriptures as any human. His intentions had to be good, even if his ultimate goals were selfish. And so, being entirely too impulsive for his own good, Endris stood up. “I volunteer," he said, and the room fell silent. All except the kobold, who issued an approving yip.

“Are you sure, Endris?" the priestess asked.

“Yes. It's like he said, Nalbor can do me no harm if he truly wishes to learn the ways of Linea, and I think it's our duty to help him learn them!" he spoke. A quiet murmur spread through the rest of the acolytes.

“You're right, but Nalbor is still a dragon. One, that as the records say, was rather cruel in his younger years. He does not follow Linea for the same reasons as we do," the priestess cautioned him. The kobold in turn had a frustrated scowl on his muzzle, as if wondering why everything took so long with humans.

“It doesn't matter why he does or doesn't, what matters is that he does," replied Endris. “It'll bring out the best in him."

“I hope you know what you're doing, Endris. But very well, then," she spoke, turning to the kobold. “You have your volunteer. Give him a few moments to get ready, but know that if any harm comes to him…"

“Yes, yes, double understood," the kobold yapped. “He'll be fine. Master just wants one of those fancy trees of yours."

The priestess nodded. She wasn't quite sure if it'd work; all holy sites of Linea were centred around the eternally young sapling, grown through a series of rituals. Anyone living near them would live a longer, healthier life to begin with, and it was a good first step towards truly earning the goddess' favour. But the saplings had minds of their own, and if one could ever grow in a dragon's lair, she did not know. Yet, the reason Nalbor wanted one was clear as day; he was old, even by the standards of dragons. He only had perhaps a century of life left, and as such his fleeting mortality would remind him of it.

They gave Endris their blessings, and after a hearty breakfast – the one part of the occasion that even the kobold seemed to enjoy – it was time to set off. It felt oddly like a momentous journey, despite the dragon's lair only being a few hours away. Climbing up the mountainside was rough, but the kobold knew the easiest roads and paths. And while moving, he didn't stop talking for a single second. Nalbor lived in a ruined castle, he said, which often gave passers-by bad impressions. He'd simply claimed the ruin for himself after it'd been abandoned for centuries, but most assumed that he'd taken it by force. “Humans are stupid, 's all I'm saying", he yapped. “Right, here's it."

It was strange how the ruin managed to both look like a ruin and a luxurious home at once. The courtyard, for one, was still home to crumbling stone pillars and worn masonry, but the plants seemed groomed to the utmost degree, and they passed several more kobolds tending to it. There was a conspicuous empty patch of grass, surrounded by carefully wrought stonework in the very middle of it; presumably were Nalbor wanted the tree to grow.

Nalbor himself emerged from the castle as they approached, the sun gleaming on his golden scales. He wasn't quite as enormous as the stories would have one believe, though even on all fours he was taller than Endris. Rearing up on two legs, he'd be well over twice his height. The most curious thing – on first glance, at least – were his robes. They were a kind of draconic imitation of the traditional robes of the Linean priesthood, flowing down his chest and forelegs, though in his case, they left most of his hindquarters uncovered.

“There you are, finally," he spoke, his voice a deep rumble. “Rrrh, you will be staying here for a while. We shall create the tree now, but you will remain perhaps a month to assist in keeping it healthy."

“Greetings," Endris replied. “My name is Endris, and-“

“Oh, where are my manners?" Nalbor replied, leaning down so his head was level with Endris'. He had a horn on his snout, and two larger ones on his skull, both curving backwards, almost like those of a ram. “I forget how much you humans value idle pleasantries. I am Nalbor, once known to your kind as 'The Spiteful', though I prefer 'The Ambitious'" these days."

He grinned, though Endris wasn't sure if it was a dismissive expression, or an amused one.

“Truthfully, I couldn't care less," he continued. “I will be honest. Your only purpose here is helping me perform this and several other rituals. These kobolds are crafty, but they know little of magic, whether arcane or holy. I'd appreciate if you spoke as few words as possible. Prepare your things and we shall start."

The dragon had an aura of barely contained malevolence around him, as if he was trying his very hardest – and to be fair, succeeding – in suppressing those deep-set draconic urges to possess and devour. He had no choice to do it, at least not if he wanted the blessings of the Breath of Life.

“This," Nalbor pointed out, with a vague nod towards the centre of the courtyard. “Is the sapling that we shall bless."

It looked like any other young sapling, or it would have if not for the area around it having been cleared to allow Nalbor – or one of the kobolds – to trace a sigil into the dirt around it. It was rather complicated, but Endris recognized it. He tried to focus on it, but there was also a strange scent in the air, a rich musk that left his head feeling light, tickling along his spine and all the way to his often-neglected cock, which was starting to swell. Endris shook his head. He'd read about the dragons having this kind of effects, he just hadn't expected it to be so potent. Still, he had more willpower than that!

The ritual was performed. Endris had no real idea why the dragon had needed his help; the symbols and sigils had already been drawn, and all that was required was for him and the dragon to chant the appropriate hymns. Of course, Linea could be capricious when she wanted to; they'd have no real way of knowing if the ritual had been successful or not, not for months. If it had been, the sapling would remain eternally youthful. Had it not, it'd grow as normal. It'd look just the same either way. The goddess of life wasn't much for meaningless flair.

Nalbor grumbled. He knew this, of course, but he wasn't pleased with it.

“You'll be sleeping in the kobolds' quarters. If they touch you, it's either because you wanted them to, or because they wish to become my dinner," the dragon rumbled.

That was it for the day. The dragon returned to whatever studies he was performing, though his scent had left Endris rather flustered. He almost found himself wishing he could see him more, but as the kobolds stated, he was all but erudite now, choosing to stay in his private chambers to study and practice scriptures and rituals.

The kobolds themselves? Not so much. The moment Endris entered his temporary lodgings, he was greeted by the wet slapping of hips against hips. The little lizards were openly mating, some in pairs and others in groups. They seemed to have no concern for the human walking right past them, or for that matter, each other's genders; the males and females were all rutting and being rutted by each other. The one thing that Endris did notice before his embarrassment got the best of him was the females all had their dripping slits left alone despite obvious needs, the males thrusting under their tails or their muzzles instead. Maybe it was to avoid any pregnancies.

Regardless of intentions, the lewd display all around him had the expected effect on Endris' young body, and soon his stiff manhood was pressing into the crotch of his pants as he tried to sleep. He wasn't normally this easily affected, but it was that maddening scent leaving his body feeling sensitive and inflamed with desire. Desire for that dragon, he realized.

That night, during a fitful, uneasy sleep, he dreamt of shoving his nose against the dragon's groin, groping and massaging his plentiful balls. He'd only caught a brief glimpse of them in real life, but they were the size of grapefruits, and in that dream, perfectly detailed, with the human adoring, caressing, and worshipping them like precious jewels. That scent was stronger here, even in his oneiric reverie, flooding into his nostrils as he sniffed on those twin orbs of draconic virility, his tongue caressing the soft scales that adorned them. As it always was in dreams, it felt like that was all he'd ever done. All he'd ever even dream of doing was worshipping Nalbor's heavy sack, letting the potent musk control his thoughts entirely.

And the dragon caressed his in turn, worshipping that seat of masculinity with his soft, almost humanlike hands… and so the dream dissolved into nothingness. Endris awoke to find the kobolds, rather than any kind of dragon, groping his half-naked form. They seemed especially interested in his cock, still hard and throbbing from the dream, and his balls, though their paws were all over him, lasciviously touching every inch of his skin.

“Mmh, human seems average," a male said.

“Good enough for me," replied a female. “So, who goes first? I guess I could, right?"

Without any further ado, she positioned herself – and her cunt – just above Endris' lap, moments away from lowering herself onto his morning wood. And the human almost let her. Almost.

He placed his hands on her hips and shoved her off, getting only an annoyed yap in response at first. “Suit yourself then. If you're good too for us to take care of, you'll wanna know that Master has basically totally stopped mating. Thinks it'll help him focus."

She turned around with a huff, unsatisfied. Several of the males around him yipped and yapped with laughter.

“Don't suppose you'd prefer taking a cock?" one of them asked, cheekily giving his rather full package a suggestive squeeze. He wasn't serious – or rather, he was serious, but he wouldn't insist – but in some strange way it was an alluring thought. The damned musk lingering all over the place was getting to him, Endris figured.

That morning, Nalbor had scheduled another ritual, this one centred around sapling once more; a protective spell, as while Linea's trees were eternally youthful, they weren't invulnerable to the elements, to animals, or to clumsy kobolds walking into them. Yet try as he might, Endris couldn't clear his head. He felt hazy, a constant thrumming of desire from his damned cock rubbing against his pants as he walked.

They gathered in the ritual circle; Nalbor, Endris, and some kobolds who seemed to only be there for moral support, and the dragon led the chant as he had before. At first it all went well, but this close to the ancient wyrm, each breath the human took clouded his already lust-inflamed mind further. If only I could slip a little closer, he thought to himself as he spoke the mystic words. I'd probably orgasm just from…

The dragon winced, visibly, as the spell they were weaving shattered, seemingly causing him physical pain. He let out a deep snarl that sent the kobolds running every which way.

He fixed his slitted eyes on Endris with a look somewhere between frustration and anger. “Just masturbate!" he growled. “These rituals should not be ruined by your inability to think with anything but your cock," he continued. “Use one of the kobolds if you have to."

“It's your scent," the human tried to explain. “It's… distracting," he groaned.

“Like I said. Fix the problem if you can't control It," replied the dragon. In a way, he was rather amused by the power a mere scent could have over mortals, perhaps even proud. Yet, there was a task to do, and right now that power was a mere distraction. “Now."

Endris didn't particularly want to do it. But he was debilitatingly aroused, unable to think about much else than the wonderful musk and the swollen, bloated slit and balls that were the source of it. That dream had affected him more than he realized. He swallowed hard as he undid his belt, trying to turn away from the dragon and his servants.

“No, show us how weak you are. Succumb to those primitive urges right in front of everyone. Even the kobolds can resist their desires in public," Nalbor growled. “And you're below even them when it comes to force of will."

As If he were a puppet on a string, Endris felt his hand move to his groin, breathing heavily as he allowed his pants to fall down around his ankles, his cock springing free, harder than he'd ever been before and leaking, a clear string of precum dangling from the tip as he obeyed the dragon, turning around and displaying his lusty shame.

He couldn't believe he was doing this, but resisting the dragon was almost impossible with him being this close, this fragrant, his smell burning through the human's nostrils as his hand ran down the length of his shaft, tugging his foreskin back over his bloated, purple glans, each motion feeling amazing. The kobolds ceased their chittering as they watched with fascination, as if they'd never seen an aroused human before. Perhaps they hadn't. But Endris' mind was on other things. He needed more.

“Could I, uh… sniff you while I do this?" the human stammered. His face was flushed and his voice hoarse, his eyes fixating on what he could see of Nalbor's undercarriage.

He thought about it for a brief moment. He couldn't deny that he savoured the opportunity of utterly dominating the human. “Beg for it," the dragon replied, as he laid down onto his side, raising his leg to show off that persistently alluring slit of his. Unlike the human, he had mastered his desires, or so he thought, and as such he wasn't erect. But his scent was still there, and years of abstinence and worship of Linea had left his balls swollen and heavy with virility, held tautly against his body as they were.

Endris trembled with need as his gaze was drawn to that bloated sack, his nostrils flaring. “Please, Nalbor," he spoke, hesitating at first, but he kept stroking himself. “I need to smell you. To worship your scent-“ he continued, blushing fiercely as he realized what he was saying.

“Good enough. Come and cover yourself in my musk like a bitch in heat," the dragon replied. Despite his self-control, though, hearing the weak human beg like that was getting to him, his tapered tip peeking ever so slightly from his slit, leaking half-transparent white precum. Thanks to his immense virility, even the precum was rich with sperm… and his potent fragrance.

Endris almost tripped over his feet with how eager he was as he stumbled over to the great dragon, his cock bobbing and dripping precum with each step, splattering onto the ritual grounds. He savoured every moment as he got closer and closer to the intensely musky slit, and then, when his nose finally touched the warm flesh, he inhaled deeply. It felt electrifying, a vibrating sense of pleasure sweeping through him from head to toe, completely obliterating every conscious thought he had. In a dreamlike daze, he rubbed his face against that leaking vent, letting the wetness slowly leaking from the dragon's cock coat his nose and lips. His tongue darted out on its own accord, wetly lapping over first the male's slit and then moving onto his balls. He was in heaven, stroking himself feverishly with each lick.

“That's it. That's how a truly powerful being tastes. Cherish it, human," Nalbor growled. It felt good to be worshipped, but perhaps it felt a little too good; he was starting to grow hard, his cock slipping free inch by luscious inch. The spines around the tapered head flared as the human's tongue explored that part of him too, sending a jolt of lust through the dragon's form.

“Rrrh. Cum for me, Endris," the dragon coaxed him. “Waste your weak human cum, spill it all over your hand and the ground," he growled. He felt himself throb, but this chance of utterly humiliating the human was far too delicious to resist.

Soon, the scent became too much for him, and as he rubbed his face against Nalbor's vent, his lips squashing against his engorging maleness, his climax overtook him. He moaned right into the source of that addictive, intoxicating musk as those wonderful convulsions washed over him, and he felt his cock throb in his hand. His seed splattered all over his hand, hot and thick, with heavy throbs, the pleasure that surged through his mind searing the dragon's spicy musk into his very subconscious. He felt a spurt of hot preseed splatter over his face as the dragon's cock bucked, Nalbor watching the human writhe in the throes of his release.

As Endris collapsed into a sweaty pile, panting in empty-headed bliss, the rush of dominating him wore off, and the dragon snarled with anger. Not at the human, but at himself; was he really no better than this? He'd sworn to not give into these primitive urges. Yet, in letting the human worship him like this had aroused him to the point that it was becoming almost impossible to ignore, his balls aching for release of his own.

Nalbor stormed off, growling to himself, and the kobolds scurried out of his way as he disappeared back into his lair, his cock leaving a trail of pearly white precum as he walked, just as unresponsive to his attempts to control it as Endris was to resisting his musk.

He must've laid there for hours, or at least that's what it felt like, feeling as if he was floating on clouds of the dragon's scent. The dragon's servants slowly inched closer, scooping up some of his cum with their scaly fingers, some even curiously tasting it. But they left him untouched otherwise, out of fear for their master's wrath, and eventually carried the barely conscious man back to his temporary bed.

That was where Endris woke up. He still felt utterly relaxed, simply content with everything as his thoughts returned to him. He remained tingly all over, and even moving felt good, each muscle thrumming with pleasure. Was this why the kobolds were so eager to serve dragons? If it wasn't for the prolonged afterglow, he might've worried about what continuous exposure to the dragon's presence might do to him. Instead, in that submissive haze, the first worry that managed to emerge from that sea of warm, sticky thoughts was one of having offended Nalbor somehow. He vaguely remembered him leaving abruptly, and his heart sunk.

He'd have to apologize. It was risky, but after he cleaned off most of his own cum, he got dressed again. Though, as his own had been thoroughly soiled, he had to borrow spare clothes from the kobolds, odd and poorly fitting pieces of cotton and leather. They eagerly allowed him to, laughing at the human trying to squeeze himself into their attire. Oh, they knew fully well what'd happen, each one of them a slave to the dragon's musk. And soon, Endris would be too, a happy servant just like them.

The dragon's own den, of course, was rather luxurious, filled with precious artefacts and gold from his younger days, silken pillows and cushions lining the room, and countless dusty tomes about Linea and magic in general. There were no guards; nobody in their right mind would intrude on a dragon either way, unless looking to slay them, and for such individuals, guards would pose very little challenge. Endris, of course, wasn't exactly in the clearest state of mind.

He walked in only to duck behind one of the dragon-sized bookshelves when he heard the dragon growl again, and it took him several minutes to realize that what he was saying wasn't directed towards him.

“Rrrh, those base pleasures are beneath you, Nalbor," he snarled, speaking only to himself. “You're far too strong to succumb to them. Temptations are for mortals, and you will be a god…"

Endris could feel that pheromone-laden scent thick as fog in the air. He had to see what was going on, although listening to the rhythmic squelching, he had a pretty good idea. He had to see it, however, a mixture of curiosity and burning desire leaving his judgment clouded. Despite just having orgasmed, he was already starting to strain against the overly tight kobold-clothes already. That was, after all, one of Linea's blessings. Boundless potency and virility for the males, fertility and lust for the women. His own temple discouraged senselessly indulging in those lusts, however, as they tended to distract one from their duties, and the dragon had seemed to do the same.

He peered over the books to see the dragon breathlessly stroking himself, talons grasping his massive shaft as they pumped along the throbbing length, pausing every few seconds as another rope of precum pulsated from the tapered tip, coating his paw and scale-clad belly. Fully hard like this, he must've been at least two feet long, Endris realized. And the scent of the dragon fully aroused was even stronger than before. He gasped as he watched the display, his hand squeezing his warm, firm bulge again. He wanted to get closer but if Nalbor noticed him… he couldn't risk that.

“Nnrgh. You don't need to cum, Nalbor," the dragon continued. “Gods, it feels so good, though…" he rumbled.

His cock bucked, and the great wyrm nearly curled up, an intense look of focus in his eyes as he almost came. Endris could see his sack pull up even closer to his body, as if it were pulsating with a torrent of seed eager to be spilled. Yet, it didn't happen, not yet. But that heady scent grew stronger still as more of his preseed painted his scales slick with arousal.

The human stifled a moan, staring at the dragon. He knew perfectly well that it was a bad idea, but he couldn't stop touching himself, already approaching a climax. Maybe he could stay just on the edge like the dragon was. He tried to match his strokes, but with that alluring sight and intoxicating scent came fantasies of offering himself to the ancient beast, of letting him mount him, somehow sinking that entire, massive shaft of his into his virgin ass. Soon, he was breathing heavily as his hand slid back and forth over his own cock, inexorably bringing him to new heights of pleasure.

And then, before he knew it, his release swept over him, and he let out a reflexive moan as the first spurt of warm cum erupted from his throbbing cock. He immediately clamped his mouth shut and forced himself to stop moving, but it was too late. The dragon's ears perked and he stopped as well.

His eyes narrowed. “Come out, human. Show yourself," he commanded. There was no way out of this. Endris could only hope that he'd stick to the tenets of Linea, because most dragons did not take kindly to intrusions in their lairs. Especially not during vulnerable moments like this. He took a few shivering steps out from behind the bookshelf, his half-ruined orgasm having left his seed oozing from his tip. Even then it wasn't close to even the volume of the dragon's precum, a fact that left him feeling oddly submissive in some twisted, masculine sense.

“You'd dare spy on me, in my very own lair?" Nalbor growled, baring his teeth. “Is this how little self-control all humans have, even now?"

He raised a talon, and Endris trembled in fear as the tip of one of his claws – luckily, the blunt side – briefly touched his aching manhood, flicking over his engorged glans and sending drops of his seed spattering over the bookshelves.

Nalbor took a deep breath. “Granted, it doesn't seem that abstinence is working out terribly well for anyone here, and perhaps I can't blame you too much for wanting to stare at someone so obviously superior" he sighed, hot breath washing over Endris' half-naked form. “And from looking at how you're dressed, you'd rather be a lusty toy like my kobolds, wouldn't you? No, don't answer yet."

He wiped off the excess fluids on that massive claw onto the human's ill-fitting shirt.

“Do you know why I try to avoid indulging in these base desires?" he asked.

Endris shook his head meekly.

“Because any female I mount while in this state would be pregnant long before I even finish, and I have no desire to take care of whelps… not yet, at least. As much of a blessing as it'd be to have more of me in this world," he continued. “As luck would have it, I'm perfectly content with using males for relief instead. Eager servants like yourself."

He paused for a moment, considering the possibilities. He hated the very idea of admitting that he was ever wrong, even to himself, but the lust coursing through his veins was distracting, and the more he tried to suppress it, the hotter that primordial fire burned. Perhaps a change was in order.

“If you can't help me perform the necessary rituals," he rumbled, adding a little emphasis to each syllable to intimidate the human. “Then perhaps your role here will be to give the rest of us relief so that we can. After all, it's the natural place for humans such as yourself. Eager to let anyone use you, lower than even my kobolds. Merely a toy for any eager male to sink themselves into."

That was enough to almost snap Endris out of his musk-induced trance, a chill of fear shooting down his spine. Yet, it was accompanied by lurid images of being used by the dragon, left gaping and oozing gallons of his seed, which the kobolds would surely use as lubricant as they pumped all of their hot seed into him in turn. He felt his spent cock twitch weakly, as if wanting to swell again, but he couldn't quite match the dragon's boundless virility. “I-I can't," he managed to stutter.

“Why not? Given how eager you seem to worship me, it seems only natural for you to realize your true place in life," Nalbor smiled, flashing a predatory grin. He couldn't force the human to do it, of course; that would ruin his plans for immortality. But he flexed his cock, the massive, engorged shaft slapping against his belly, another string of his precum snapping and spreading that wonderful scent of his. He knew Endris would agree, in the end, and this kind of thing felt far better than abstinence.

Somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind, he was scolding himself for not following his original plan. But it wasn't his fault, was it? The humans had sent him an incompetent acolyte unfit for his original purposes, and he was merely making the best out of a bad situation.

“Unless you can find a replacement, I don't see what choice you have, and it'll feel much better to embrace those desires all your kind harbour in your heart of hearts," Nalbor hissed, staring at Endris like a snake preparing to strike.

The worst thing about it all was that Endris knew he was right. Returning to the village having failed to provide assistance to a fellow worshipper in need was shameful. Of course, given the circumstances, they'd probably forgive him, but for some reason, that thought never came to his mind, as at some point, his motivations had changed from looking for excuses to get away to looking for excuses to stay. After all, staying here meant that he'd get to indulge in that wonderful dragon-scent every single day, cleaning Nalbor's vent for him, tongue caressing his slit and letting that thick masculine musk smear all over his needily panting lips.

It was a nice fantasy. But he couldn't actually give into it, could he? Endris fidgeted nervously. He was still a virgin, even, which likely only intensified the allure of the dragon's offer.

“Don't think of it as giving up. If anything, you'll be more appreciated than ever," the dragon spoke, softly now, reaching into a nearby chest to bring out both a collar and what Endris quickly recognized as a chastity cage, both cast in gleaming gold. “Just imagine it, you'll be a happy toy, letting any male sink themselves into you. Here," he added, holding both them restraints out for Endris to grab, dangling on a single claw.

“All you'll have to do is wear this, and everyone here will recognize you as a toy to be used. You'd get to roll around in my musk, constantly dripping with thick cum from either me or my kobolds," he rumbled. “It is, of course, entirely up to you. But you know what you truly want."

Endris took the collar and cage. They felt heavy in his hand, as he looked at them. He would've worn the collar then and there if that's what it took to surrender fully to the dragon, but the cage scared him, in a way.

“Oh, you'll still be able to cum," Nalbor purred. “Simply in a way more suited for submissive weaklings like yourself. Consider it punishment for pleasuring yourself without permission."

His mind was already made up, ultimately, body tingling as he slowly slipped the cage on. It didn't feel uncomfortable, though he realized that he'd not be able to get hard with it on. It was warm, though, probably infused with the dragon's magic somehow.

“There you go," the dragon spoke. “You'll have to present yourself for us to rut if you want any relief. Now, the collar…"

Nalbor wasn't entire truthful, of course. It'd be very hard for the human to find any kind of relief, at least if things went according to plan. Rather, his intentions were to keep in a permanent state of nearly mindless lust.

Endris took a deep breath and he unclasped the collar. His hands felt weak as he brought it to his neck, the enchanted metal tingling against his skin. He felt as if it was amplifying his submissive urges, but that might've just been his imagination. This was it, he thought. If he did this, there'd be no going back, at least not easily. He'd be here for years, surely, servicing this amazing dragon and his lackeys.

Drive by that fantasy, he fastened the collar around his neck, and it shut with a resounding clack. Nalbor quickly touched a key to the lock, to prevent the human from having any second thoughts. Soundlessly, the key melded into the metal, leaving behind only a smooth surface as the collar tightened, just enough so that Endris could feel it around his neck at all times. He did the same with the cage, and that, too, tightened like a lover's caress. He'd stay soft for as long as he stayed here.

“Come to me tomorrow and I'll give you what you yearn for, toy," Nalbor commanded, rather pleased with himself. Dominating humans like this reminded him of the old days. Only it was even better now, effectively making them dominate themselves for his amusement and pleasure.

He left him there, lost and confused. Endris had thought that he'd get to finally indulge when he put the collar on, but instead, the dragon returned to his studies, leaving the human with no choice but to return to his lodgings instead. His fingers traced the edge of the collar, the metal seeming to vibrate against his skin.

The moment he stepped into the kobold's a little home – and now, his too, at least for the time being – he could practically feel their eyes on him.

“Ooh, look. The human's a toy now!" one exclaimed, and even as Endris watched, his cock visibly swelled, lurching out of is protective slit. Despite the little lizards only being about half his height, their shafts were at least as big as his, but thicker. They weren't too dissimilar from Nalbor's, except for a kind of swelling around the middle when fully erect, and so, they tended to hump rapidly, little excited dogs. He'd had several opportunities to witness it already, and soon, he'd know exactly how the kobolds who got mounted felt.

Endris' heart fluttered with excitement, as they gathered around him, mostly males but a few females as well, every cock slowly engorging, displaying their almost permanent states of lust, those open, lasciviously displayed desires getting to the virgin human. With a deep breath, he sunk to his knees amidst them. There was a kind of sense of belonging, as strange as it was. They were, after all, about to make him just like them; always eager to please their master.

He could feel his cock straining against the unyielding metal of the cage.

When the first of them laid their hands upon him, unbuttoning his tight shirt and tugging it off, the rest immediately joined in, stripping him of every modicum of decency, baring every inch of his soft skin for the little animals. Including that golden cage, which made him blush, fiercely so.

“Awh, master caged him," one of the females sighed. “I wanted to ride him!"

“Guess that means you'll have to play with each other. Until he decides to be a better toy!" a male yapped in response. “He's not plugged, at least," he continued, pressing against the passive human and roughly groping his cheeks, only to spread them for the whole room to see, revealing his virgin pink pucker. Soon it'd be all puffy like those of the kobolds, frequently rutted, oozing with cum. It was such an obscenely lewd thought that Endris moaned out when the lizard pressed a rough thumb against his opening, rubbing along that sensitive ring of muscle.

He didn't see it, but with the kobolds nearly always being rather frisky when not actively working and carrying out the dragon's tasks, they had plenty of lube. The one that was thumbing at his quivering ass slickened his fingers with seed oozing from one of the others, letting the warm, runny wetness coat his fingers and then working it into that formerly clean hole.

Endris moaned, and another lizard use the opportunity to slide one of his thick fingers into his gaping mouth. Running on pure instinct, he suckled on the invading digit, his rump pushing back against the other's hand. It was almost eerie how easily he took to this role of a wanton submissive slut. Perhaps it was the collar, or perhaps it was a deluge of suppressed urges finally surfacing in his mind, but every inch of his skin was tingling under those touches. And the kobolds knew exactly where to touch, having years of experience pleasing a much pickier master. Their scaly fingers rubbed everywhere, some firmly and others with warm, feathery flicks. They teased his nipples, massaged his taint, gently danced across his sack, leaving only his restrained cock untouched.

He closed his eyes, letting those sensations envelop and overwhelm him. He could smell the kobolds gathered around him, could feel the warmth of their bodies and shafts, their scent like a much weaker version of Nalbor's own, but still plenty enough to get his body tingling. One rubbed something hot, wet and firm over his half-open lips, and he realized it had to be his cock. His tongue darted out to taste the precum that covered his lips, brushing against that tapered – and impossibly hot – tapered tip as he did, lapping up some of that precious, erotic flavour directly from the source.

With a pleasured yap, the lizard slid his shaft between those eager, plump lips, claiming his mouth for the very first time. Although Endris was bisexual, he'd always imagined he'd be losing his virginity to a girl. Not another male, and definitely not a half-beast like those energetic little kobolds. And yet, as that pulsating maleness sank deeper into his mouth, he couldn't help but purse his lips around it, the feeling of it throbbing against his tongue making his head swim.

He felt a pair of scaly hands on his hips, then on his buttocks, spreading him open again, and then a similar firm heat slapping between his cheeks, a dull and wet thump as it came to rest against his hole. The kobold's hips moved, that swollen shaft dragging down along his skin until he felt the tapered, bare head come to rest right at his vulnerable entrance. He swallowed, hard, around the cock in his mouth. That one thrust a little deeper in response, and then pulled out a mere inch or two before repeating the motion. The kobold groaned happily as Endris lapped along the underside. It made his head swim, the realization that was he was being claimed, that he was actually sucking a cock, not just fantasizing about it.

Then, that cock positioned at his ass began to push in and shattered all semblance of conscious thought. The kobolds were big enough that he was stretched, and it was only because of their small size that Endris could actually take it. He could feel every inch of it, a dull ache in his rump as the thicker middle sunk into him. A sudden tingly spasm that made his back arch and made him moan around the other lizard's leaking shaft, as that shaft claiming his ear bumped against his prostate.

“Eheheh, they're so cute when they feel that the first time," one of them churred.

Endris felt something wet splash against the side of his face. One of the ones stroking themselves must've already reached his orgasm. Another rope of koboldseed sprayed over his neck. And only then did the one mounting him start to thrust. He rolled his hips slowly a few times, and it almost felt gentle, a tingly sensation of fullness at his very core building with each primal motion, similar and yet completely different to how he'd masturbate, the feeling radiating from his prostate and out into every limb, all the way to his fingertips. He couldn't help himself, giving another muffled moan.

Deeming the human sufficiently warmed up, the lizard began to mate with him. They acted civilized when it was called for, but that male – and Endris didn't even know his name – growled as he started to rut the human, his hips almost a blur as he thrust into him over and over again, like an animal. Even the human was little more than just that, now. A gurgling moan spilled from his mouth as the cock he was worshipping in his mouth suddenly bucked. That one grabbed his neck and slammed his shaft in, the tip pushing into his formerly virgin throat, and then it throbbed once, and again, feeding his thick, warm cum to the human. He could've sworn he could feel it rushing through the lizard's bloated urethra in heavy pulses. Endris swallowed, eagerly and instinctively. After all, that was what toys did, wasn't it? It felt almost comforting, but utterly sexual, feeling the heated goo slide down his throat.

The kobold wiped the last few drops of seed onto Endris' lips as he withdrew, and then he was flipped around onto his back, still impaled on the other one's cock. He barely had any time to react before one of them straddled his face, raising her tail. Briefly, Endris could see strands of stringy wetness dangling from her puffy little slit, and then she sat on his face, spreading those round cheeks and mushing her tailhole against his mouth.

He'd have to be a good toy to get to eat her out, she said. It was disgusting, and the more modest part of Endris would've protested, but that side of him was drowning in tides of lust as he was rutted. His tongue lapped along the rim of her tailhole, and she only ground her rump back harder. The cage felt wet around his cock, and he wasn't sure if it was precum or actual seed forced out by the constant hammering against his prostate. There wasn't any kind of relief or release, merely that all-consuming tingliness, a growing urge to get fucked harder and harder.

The female's juices splashed over his chin and chest as she squirmed, and Endris ate her ass out with a feverish desire to please, tonguing that crinkled flesh, even plunging his tongue into her, that tight ring clenching around his wet tongue. With a pleased growl, the male hilted himself as deep into Endris' body as he could, balls slapping against his cheeks, and then seeded him. Endris could feel it. Every throb, every twitch, every thick spurt of cum marking him, seeping into his very core, claiming him. It was utterly depraved, submissive bliss.

Things grew blurry after that, and he lost count of how many kobolds had used him. Males and females both, and at the end he was bloated with cum, much of it oozing wetly from his gaping asshole by the time they were done, pooling under him. His face and chest were all streaked and messy with mixed fluids. Even his crotch felt wet with cum that'd been forced out of him, though he was just as mindlessly aroused as before. He'd ejaculated, but not orgasmed.

Breathing heavily, he did eventually manage to fall asleep, passing out in that cooling sexual mess. A few more of the kobolds used him as he was dreaming, too, easily sinking into his stretched body, and those eight hours were full of wet dreams of dragons and kobolds using him over and over and over and…

His body ached when the morning light and the movement of the kobolds around him woke him up. They didn't seem to think anything particular about the last night's activities, returning to their duties like any other day. The only difference, Endris supposed, was that the orgy had involved a human. Himself. He felt warm still.

He rinsed off what he could of the dried cum, but the water was cold. The kobolds didn't mind it in the slightest with their scaled hides, but for him, it meant he'd undoubtedly still be marked with their fluids for a few days to come.

The worst part of it all was that still couldn't think straight. Had he managed to truly climax, his thoughts might've been clearer, but right now everything that had happened last night still seemed appealing, and he wanted it to happen again, despite the utter debauchery of it all. Yet, it was time to meet his new master.

He put on one of the kobold shirts, leaving lower half bare, with missed streaks of dry cum still staining his thighs and rump. It seemed like the most appropriate outfit, and in that unsatisfied lust, he couldn't help but fantasize of his appearance perhaps teasing the mighty dragon into finally mounting him.

Yet it was not to be. The drake greeted Endris with a predatory grin that only widened when he smelled his kobolds on him. He'd given in, just as Nalbor had predicted he would. There was one more thing, though.

Well, several more things. But one thing to truly cement his position as a toy.

With the thought of even hesitating, much less resisting the dragon buried so deep under the hazy tides of lust sweeping over him, Endris got up on a ritual table as his master instructed. Master. It still felt strange – but oddly right – to think of the dragon as that. Nalbor the Greatwyrm, Nalbor the Spiteful. His owner.

It didn't seem like anything significant. The dragon muttered a few words, weaving his talons through the air in some arcane motion, before touching them to Endris' belly, and then his achingly full sack. A vague sense of warmth suffused him, and it grew quickly, spreading throughout his entire lower body. It swept down through his stomach and towards his groin, a momentary tingling just above his caged cock as symbol appeared, like a tattoo. Endris recognized it, as he glanced down. It was one of many symbols of fertility associated with Linea, and this one… well, he knew what to expect, already feeling his balls churning under the influence of that spell.

“Do your duties as a good kobold would," Nalbor told him, an off-handed remark. “You'll beg for my attention soon."

Obediently, Endris did as instructed. He helped clean the kitchen and sweep the barracks. He tended to the sapling they had anointed earlier. And with each passing moment his balls felt fuller, an errant touch revealing that they were visibly swollen and growing further yet. The sensations weren't confined to just his masculine pouch, however; something swelled in his ass too, feeling as if someone had slid an egg into him at first before he adjusted. His prostate, he knew that much, but he could feel it thrumming, demanding a cock to hammer against it. Endris felt like an animal in heat, his body hurting with the need to be touched,

It almost left him doubled over, but he grit his teeth and forced himself to continue doing what the dragon had told him to, even as his balls grew heavier and heavier with seed, making walking difficult. By the time that tingling faded, they were the size of apples, drawing impressed glances from the kobolds, though each and every one of them knew that their master would want to be the first to play with them. Endris felt attractive, in a strange way, with his urges now so readily visible. He wouldn't be able to hide it even with pants.

Nor would he be able to resist anything the dragon demanded of him. Not that he'd ever been able to, not truly. So when he was indeed called to the dragon's den again that evening, he was ecstatic, so eager that it almost scared him. Yet, as he approached his master, that scent washed all those worries away. Especially when he found him sprawled out on his back, his massive shaft fully erect in anticipation.

“Worship," he growled. Just that one word was enough for Endris to get on his hands and knees, the dragon's maleness almost unbearably hot to the touch as his hands wrapped around that length. Endris felt a pang of disappointment, realizing that he'd never be able to take even half of that shaft into him, not when he could barely wrap his hands around it. On the other hand, it wasn't the cock that he truly fixated on. It was the dragon's obscenely swollen testicles, just like his own, but even bigger. And soon, he was mushing his face against them, sniffing deeply of that scent that he knew would eventually leave him entirely mindless, but he didn't care. It burnt through his nostrils with each inhalation, making his skin so very sensitive to the touch, his cock leaking into its golden cage. If he could just keep doing this, he realized, as his tongue pushed into the dragon's vent, he'd cum just from smelling him. From tasting his beautiful, golden master.

“More," Nalbor commanded.

Endris gave the dragon's slit, stretched taut around that pillar of masculinity, a few more licks before following his orders. He rubbed the leaking tip against his lips, letting the oddly thick precum smear over his face, opening his mouth as wide as he could to at least suckle on the tapered head. His jaws ached, but he forced the shaft as deep into his mouth as he could without his teeth touching it. He wanted every inch of him.

Nalbor knew the human was too small, of course, but he'd spent the entire day preparing a very particular spell. It wasn't anything too complicated, but he had to rework it to work on humans. Endris' tongue lashed over a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, and a jolt of pleasure surged through him, another heavy throb pumping more of his plentiful precum into his mouth. The loud gulp as the human obediently swallowed it almost gave him chills.

It'd been a long time since he'd truly broken a human's mind. And he cherished every second of the opportunity.

He'd blunted a claw for this very purpose. Giving it a quick lick while Endris tried his best to please him, he reached around the small human and spread his cheeks wide. Kobold-cum immediately gushed out, which drew a grumble of approval from the dragon. He was relaxed enough for that claw to sink easily into his passage.

Nalbor channelled his will through that claw, his magic radiating from it. He felt him relax further, and he sunk deeper, both his claw and finger. The mortal's flesh was like clay to him, his to shape as he desired, and it yielded to his power, stretching and widening. Enough so to take him, fully.

Endris shivered, and then convulsed with pleasure as the dragon's blunted claw nudged his swollen, buzzing prostate. He pushes his ass back against it, delirious with lust.

“Please, master," he cried. “Take me, I need to -nnh- to… serve you, to be your toy to mount and rut…"

The words came out without any conscious thought involved. He was burning up with desire to have the dragon drive that magnificent shaft into him, to be stretched so wide that all he'd ever be good for was serving as his toy, his sleeve to stroke himself to climax into.

Endris twitched as his jaw cracked, stretching wider. Not wide enough that he could take the dragon's cock; no magic could allow that. But wide enough that the bloated tip sunk in, completely filling his mouth, the spines digging into his lips. He could barely breathe at all, but it felt too right to complain, and there was even a perverse swell of pride in his chest for at least managing this much.

Nalbor grunted, rewarding that effort with a spurt of precum that he barely managed to swallow. It was impossibly erotic, his cock trying its hardest to swell in response, desperately pushing against the gilded metal restraining it. Mercifully, the dragon merely enjoyed stretching him instead of thrusting, and let him worship with his tongue instead. Endris did so with passionate abandon, his tongue dancing over the menacing spines, slurping the precum from his oozing tip with the underside. It was pooling up against his throat with each little twitch and throb, making it harder and harder to breathe, and he couldn't swallow all of it.

But he didn't mind. He was just a toy, at least right now. His sight began to dim as he glutted himself on his master's cock, little stars sparking along the side of his vision, strength draining from his muscles. As he went limp, he felt the tip press right up against his throat. Maybe if he just allowed himself to pass out, the dragon could use his throat too, like he… deserved…

Nalbor yanked him off with a wet slurp, sending his precum splattering across the floor of his den, and he gasped for air, falling backwards before the oxygen could energize him again.

“I appreciate your devotion, but I have no use for a broken toy," Nalbor rumbled, with cruel amusement. And without any further words the dragon pulled his limp lower half up and moved on top of him, crouching low over the human. He was more turned on than he had been for what felt like years, if not decennia, by his evident devotion, and although he'd never admit it, he needed this just as much as his toy did.

His hips bucked, pressing himself against his quivering entrance. Kobold cum spilled over his tip as he began to push harder, the spear-headed cock all but designed for this, to pry open the hesitant, unwilling, and inexperienced. And so, that's what he did.

He nudged his hips forward. Even with the magic leaving Endris pliable, he had to take it slow, at least the very first moments. His glans pushed harder and harder against the human's pucker, and gradually, it yielded, as if accepting that it was going to get used. The human had already accepted it long ago, when he put on the collar, but his body had only taken the comparatively small kobolds.

Nalbor idly wondered if they'd even be able to use him anymore with how loose he'd be. Not that it mattered, Endris was his toy.

With that possessive fantasy in his mind, he pushed harder, and his spines raked Endris' tender flesh as he finally sunk inside, drawing a mutual groan from the both as the young man was stretched taut, beyond his limits. To him, it felt almost indescribable, like he was an empty vessel, now finally having his purpose fulfilled. There wasn't much pain, but the immense sense of being spread so impossibly wide around his master's cock made his eyes tear up regardless.

The rest went in easily, copious spurts of milky precum slickening up his insides, each one giving him a warm feeling inside his trembling body as the dragon took him, debased him, and claimed him. And soon, somehow, his massive balls thumped against his ass. He'd taken it all, every inch of bucking dragoncock. Nalbor held himself there for a brief moment, and then, finally, he began to thrust.

He didn't hold back anymore. His talons gripped Endris roughly, his bare skin warm and tender against them as he pinned him to the floor and rutted him, the strength of his cock alone keeping his hips up as his legs dangled uselessly. Endris tried his very hardest to wrap them around the dragon, but he was just too weak, too much pleasure sapping the strength from his muscles. It surged forth from his very core each time the dragon thumped into him, impaled him on the nearly two feet of dragonhood.

It was everything Endris had ever wanted, at least ever since he first smelled the mighty drake. And now, fulfilment. He felt his swollen, yet small in comparison, balls tighten as he prepared for the orgasm of his life, and it came. He convulsed, thrashing like a ragdoll under the beautiful ancient dragon as he mastered his body. His inflamed, engorged prostate felt like it pulsated against that shaft as those spasms of utter submissive ecstasy set every nerve in his body ablaze with pleasure, his limp shaft throbbing weakly against its cage.

And yet, he barely spilled any of his seed, the tightness of the cage preventing more than a few pathetic drops of cum from escaping. The overwhelming pressure remained, and his lust didn't falter in the slightest.

But here, under his master, bathing in his scent as it soaked every thought in his head, all but permanently scorching that addiction to his owner's musk into his vulnerable brain, which in turn rewarded him with warm, enveloping bliss for succumbing to it…

…he felt like he'd finally found his place in life. Even if it came with a constant need and constantly aching balls.

It was a strangely mutual feeling, and each time Nalbor withdrew, pulling out far enough that his spines tugged at the human's distended pucker, he knew it too. This was where he belonged, he knew, as Endris clenched around him, earning another pulse of his preseed. On top, dominating and controlling those lesser than him. Using them for his pleasure and to do his bidding. But unlike such encounters in his younger days, the fact that the human wanted it, wanted every inch of his ruinous shaft to leave him gaping and bloated, it excited him more than mating ever had before. When his climax begun to build, it was a familiar, exquisite pressure that left him rutting his toy like a mindless feral, and he embraced that feeling.

This was, perhaps, one of Linea's blessings. That he'd only use the willing as his toys to quench his burning lusts on, and in exchange for that, pleasure. But he'd think about that later. Even with his intellect, it was nearly impossible to scheme and plan when that buzzing pleasure in his groin grew into a roar.

He roared, too, almost blacking out as he hilted himself into Endris' freely offered body, their hips pressed tightly together, his engorged balls rubbing against his ass as they throbbed, drowning his senses in blissful flame with each throb. Rope after rope of his seed gushed into the human's body, utterly filling him, years of pent-up cum finally finding a new home in his toy, pumped deep where it belonged. And all Endris could do was whimper as he came over and over again, milking his master's cock yet never finding any relief himself.

When that insemination was finally over, his belly was bloated, leaving him looking pregnant, so heavy with the dragon's seed, if not his eggs, that he could hardly move. That warmth infusing him and Nalbor's scent covering him left in such an empty-headed state of bliss that he began to doze off, happy to have received that wonderful blessing.

Just then, his hips began to rock again. The dragon had more to give yet, and give it he would, even if Endris was unconscious. Knowing that, and knowing that he wanted it, he allowed that tiredness sweep over him, succumbing to sleep as he was limply impaled on the dragon's cock again and again.

When he came to, he was almost surprised to find himself completely intact, though he could both feel and see the dragon's cum sloshing around in his bloated belly. He felt cold and shivery, and all he could think about was his master's scent.

He completely ignored the lewd remarks and laughs of the kobolds as he stumbled into Nalbor's study again, uninvited but with that newfound addiction driving him on. He was almost surprised to find his master deep in study, poring over the many mystical tomes he'd acquired over the years.

“Ah. Do come in," he rumbled as he heard his footsteps. “I can finally think clearly again…" he continued. “But you seem to be having difficulties doing the same."

There was a measure of cruelty in his voice, yet also a hint of affection. He turned to face him, feeling a shiver of pleasure himself as he saw the glassy-eyed, pleading look in the human's eyes.

“You will continue with your duties here, assisting me with rituals, though we have a few days until the next one. Until then, I will keep you in a more appropriate mindset for a toy," he churred, gently tracing a talon along that heart-shaped sigil of virility on the human's belly.

“Wh- what about the cage? Please, master, I need to-“ he began, only to feel the dragon grab his waist and pull him closer, losing his balance as he fell prone underneath him once again.

“Shh, toy. You don't need to. I will give you what you need," Nalbor replied, lowering his hindquarters onto the human's face, his slit smearing his damp musk over his face. Yet Endris tried to hold his breath in a final act of defiance, at least for a few moments. “The cage will stay on until you deserve to cum."

That wasn't fair¸ some quiet, weak instinct told Endris. He tried desperately to hold his breath, even feeling that warm slime that he knew would make his thoughts melt into warm, gooey bliss again the moment he inhaled. Is this really what I want? The seconds ticked by as the need to breathe again grew more pressing.

“Just relax. This is exactly where you belong. Now, be quiet for a moment, I need to-“ he paused. “Oh, one more thing, perhaps…" Nalbor added, readjusting himself, slit grinding against the human's face.

“I'm sure you've noticed that my scent is rather addictive to a vulnerable mind like yours. Though it goes further than that. Many eager servants have found themselves unable to climax at all without indulging in it, once the addiction has taken hold," he spoke, slowly, drawing out that revelation as Endris struggled to hold his breath. “You're already there, though, so there's no harm in enjoying it, my toy. But remember, if you fail to control yourself, you'll be punished this way for each ritual you interrupt. After all, we must keep up our worship of Linea."

He couldn't fight it anymore, even if he wanted to, on some level. Endris breathed in, letting Nalbor's scent fill his nose and lungs once again, and almost immediately he all but melted into a quivering, gelatinous puddle of pleasure. From his lungs, that tingling sense of happiness spread further, out into each limb, all converging on his caged shaft. He started to pant, craning his neck to reach the dragon's tailhole, slit, every inch under his tail, worshipping his master. It was all that mattered, now. As long as he remained beneath him like this, everything was alright.

He was almost surprised when he felt his body tense up and tremble as he came once again into his gilded cage, a few weak spurts and dribbles of cum erupting from his bloated balls. Not nearly enough to give him any kind of relief, but enough so to drown all his doubts in lusty, wanton ecstasy. And so, his tongue danced over the dragon's tailhole, lashing and lapping over the puckered flesh, his nose twitching as he eagerly took in his musk in greedy lungfuls

“I do wonder, though, who you'll be more eager to worship," Nalbor rumbled, as he returned to his studies, keeping Endris pinned underneath him.

The answer was obvious.