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Dragons and Dildos

Drogoz and Barik have an arrangement Drogoz might want to reconsider… Or make more enticing

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Knock knock!

“What?!”

The voice shouted through the workshop. But there were no voiced answers. Nothing satisfied the Dwarf's curiosity and ire in knowing why he was bothered while he was working.

But the knocking continued.

It continued, more powerful and needy than before. From the rasping of knuckles to the beating of fists, it was only a matter of thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds during which the Dwarf growled, grunted, and removed a part of the soldering mask he used as protection. Naked feet, hardened by the steel ground, stomped forward. Apron flew forward while the stomping echoed, and at that moment, the knocking.

Tools were thrown aside, prototypes pushed away as they dangled on the anvils, workbenches, and benches themselves. Through the chaos of steel and trinkets, someone trudged on and with a snarl that would have made many a guard recoil.

“AYE! I AM NOT DEAF! YOU BEARDLESS IDIOT!” shouted the Dwarf, his fiery red hair dangling all over his face since he didn’t wear his typical googles at the top like a bandage. Well, until he pulled those googles up and had that mane partially under control. Something different from his beard, showing slight burnt traces, or his arms, covered with dust.

He still had his gloves, but he hastily removed them, threw them on another bench along with their many copies. And then, with a jump, Barik gripped the door lock and opened the wide door made for most humanoids. Not dwarves, mind you, they had another door.

But that one was for customers of all sorts: humans, elves, protectorate before… And now… Well. A Wyrin.

“I am here.”

“Ya bloody beardless, ‘course you are!” roared Barik, stomping on his feet. “You blood, idiotic, lizard-brained, dubious… Genial and cunning and wonderful Wyrin!”

In a sudden change of tone, Barik stretched his hands out and received the last purse filled with gold. Always gold and trinkets, never any crystals from Drogoz. Only pure and perfect gold the Dwarf hastily weighed after letting Drogoz inside.

The Wyrin entered, closing the door to on his way, unhooking the backpack attached to his armor… And he dropped, sitting on a stool adapted to his size… One, the Dwarf would have to clamber on.

Finally, with his little scale, Barik hastily made a count while the Wyrin waited, his yellow eyes going from one prototype to another. One of them was typically Drogoz’s backpack, which allowed the wingless to fly through the air.

A prototype that had since been changed, its propulsion improved, and so on. Now, the “mere toy” was comparable to a weapon since it was also the power source of the Wyrin’s weaponry and the main way he could participate in all waging conflicts in the realm.

The same that allowed him to earn such a nice prize in gold. One Drogoz was eager to spend.

“And that will be three thousand. Pretty nice. Pretty pretty nice,” said Barik, done with his count. And steadily, circumventing the desk he’d been using for the count, the Dwarf rubbed his hands in anticipation.

“So… Whataya want? Another power source? Got a nifty prototype for ya. Or maybe, an upgrade?” asked the Dwarf, smiling and trying to look amenable to his client. Almost thoughtful as he walked around, apron on and nothing else, while pointing to the new “toys” Barik had been working on.

“I want my wings integrated to my armor,” said Drogoz, pointing to his chest and the blatant green armor that covered his lithe frame. Well, partially covered. It covered his chest and breasts, sure. Some of his arms and a part of his thighs. But beyond? It was as covering as teats on a breastplate.

And… The Dwarf smiled, then frowned, then raised an eyebrow, then laughed.

“Really?”

“That should be easy. The attachments are wearing off. I want something more adapted.”

“They’re great! That’s the best I could do!”

“I want it better. I want my armor entirely linked to it. I want… To fly. Dwarf.”

“Hah… haha! Hahahahahha!”

The Dwarf laughed, holding onto his guts, as he guffawed. He even smacked his belly again a second time for good measure while he laughed… And laughed. And almost pointed a figure at Drogoz.

“Look at you! You want me to make ya a new armor but wouldn’t ask!”

“Only Dragons can do armor for Dragons,” scoffed Drogoz.

“You’re not even asking me d’rectly! What a bastard!” laughed Barik again, feeling jovial and amused by the request… But like a switch, he stopped, frowned, then indeed pointed his fingers at Drogoz: “Won’t do.”

“You… Refuse a commission?”

“What? No. Nah! Nah nah! ‘Course I’ll do it. But twice that prize, lizard-brain.”

“I… You… What? You dare try to steal from me?”

Barik shook his head, chuckling as he saw the Wyrin going for his rocket launcher. But a mere finger pointed to the ceiling, and Drogoz could notice the turrets turned toward him.

“Not going to steal from you. Not gonna be an idiot like you, lad,” said Barik, reaching for the bag of coins. He lifted it again… And presented it to Drogoz.

“I’m not gonna do it for half the prize. Not gonna waste gold for it if it ain’t worth.”

“Even… For a compromise?”

“What? Like? Credit? No. Not gonna do that, Goblin could for you, lizard-brain. But I-“

“Not that compromise,” coughed Drogoz.

And it was this time the Wyrin pointed at something.

Not his weapon, nor his backpack, nor the turrets. It was something different, something that was on the pile of “recent commissions” Barik had been working on. Something so painfully obvious, the Dwarf would have been red in the face. If he wasn’t one to do his work in a smithy naked. Not only working but facing his clients with his bits out under the apron.

Instead, Barik scoffed, shook his head, then turned to Drogoz. To the Wyrin who seemed almost lost, curious, and regretting his attempt to get a discount.

“We might… make do.”

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Barik’s hands worked quickly to add the finishing touches. A strap reinforced, a little pull… Even more steel was added around the table’s feet to stabilize it. And more straps, pulling on the legs.

“Is this necessary?”

“No. But it’s fun, ain’t it?” laughed Barik, jumping and gripping the leather further to pull it down. And so, the legs were lifted higher and higher. “So great of you to offer yourself to the test. Barely got anyone willing to try out my new toys!” laughed the Dwarf, smacking his exposed thighs.

“I was thinking of… Trying those dildos myself.”

“But you’ll be trying them? Whataya think?”

“They were… Unique?”

“What? No! Hahaha! No! No! They’re parts of a bigger toy!” pointed Barik, fingers going right toward what caught Drogoz’s attention before and what had been the Dwarf’s focus for the last few days. A toy.

A sex toy.

A fake cock, made in the likeness of a horse.

At least, that’s what anyone would assume as the Dwarf pointed at the flared end, the wide length, the sizeable testicles, and the likeness to a sheath.

It was… A monster that could easily wreck anyone’s asshole. At least, anyone human or dwarf who hadn’t been trained. And that thing was strapped to a machine whose low-whirring could induce a hint of anxiety… A cock pointed right towards Drogoz’s posterior.

The legs up and the armor stripped, his torso strapped to the table, it was almost like Drogoz had volunteered himself to be the subject of one crazy maniac’s experiment. And that crazy maniac was the glowering Dwarf strutting around, checking everything… patting the Wyrin’s legs.

“I’m always happy I get volunteers! You want som’ grease for your tight pucker? You might need it!”

“Dragons…”

‘Dragons don’t need lube,’ that was what Drogoz wanted to say, but such bombastic words were… Suicide? At least, there was no point in boasting and trying to act tough when a war machine had its load pointed right at his butthole.

And Drogoz nodded.

“A dragon can need some.”

Barik laughed, but produced grease from a jar. The product reeked of mint, and its touch revealed it was indeed minty. But after a few seconds of applying the lukewarm grease, the sphincter became numb to the Wyrin. His breathing eased, and steadily, the Dwarf’s calloused fingers pressed more and more against his tight entrance. One tight entrance that was starting to open up and ease, revealing how supple a Wyrin’s hole could be. The whole rim was striated, wrinkled, and a heartfelt touch could make the entire pucker open up, wink, and then suck on the Dwarf’s fingers.

The whole three of them as they were worming their way inside. It was pleasant, but Drogoz closed his eyes, trying to think of something unpleasant to avoid any accident. His trove stolen, his jetpack no longer functioning, another Wyrin reaching the skies. A dragon.

All those thoughts helped alleviate the worst for Drogoz… But not the “leakage” from his slit between his legs. The musky liquid dripped from his slit over his external testicles, tracing a little rivulet that went over the natural wrinkled cleft between the two sizeable orbs before it all was cupped in a fold… And then forcefully cascaded down when that fold bent and allowed the Wyrin’s precum to rush against Barik’s fingers and the examination table.

Luckily for Drogoz, no erection; solely a pinkish tip peering from the slit.

“Aye, ya already got wet and moist for the toy? Gotta be a hornball!” laughed Barik, smacking his thigh as he pulled his fingers free with a loud suction sound and a hiss from Drogoz as he felt his sphincter pulled outward. But no rosebud.

Hence, the Wyrin relaxed and smacked his horns against the table, listening to the Dwarf waddling left and right.

“You will pay me, for this, Dwarf.”

“Ah! Threats and threats! Got enough of them with the magistrate and the resistance before. Ya getting a raise out of me!” continued Barik, reaching for the machine he toyed with, with the small buttons he pressed with growing huffs and growls since the machine ignored him.

“This is not a- SLOWER!” shouted Drogoz, watching the machine come to life and that massive cock whirr with such speed, it was closer to a drill’s roar.

“BLAST!” shouted the Dwarf, smacking the buttons until the drill stopped. Then, he returned to pressing the buttons while chuckling lightly. “That's a quirk from the machine. Doesn’t know when to stop, hehe.”

Drogoz was starting to regret his idea of a compromise. And soon enough, the machine came back to life. Instead of a whirr, he heard a ‘chug-chug’ coming from the slow movement of the dildo, now bobbing back and forth. The movement was not brutal at all… Drogoz felt like he wasn’t about to lose his organs as he watched the cocktip approach his ass.

He huffed, swallowed his saliva, and… Grunted.

The tip smacked against his asshole, but due to his fear, he had been clenching. The result was that unpleasant sensation of something forcing its way in, and the Wyrin grunted. He hissed, his tail smacked against the table. And even his horns were planted on the table.

“Hey! Don’t break ma toy!” shouted Barik.

Though, Drogoz was in a difficult situation to break it.

He could clench and resist, even if it would be wise not to. But the machine was overpowering. It was stronger, and despite the numbness from the minty grease, Drogoz sensed the ‘chug-chug’ was leading the fight for a thorough penetration. One in which his asshole abandoned, gave up. And… Opened wide for the fake cock that happily churned the Wyrin’s guts.

Drogoz huffed, he grunted, and… Well, with the experience he had, he knew what was to happen.

The first seconds would be hard and painful. He would huff and puff. But his hole would relax. He would relax. The pain would recede. His body would adapt to the weight.

And mere seconds later, Drogoz was feeling used to that presence firmly lodged inside his ass. He exhaled, listening to the ‘chug-chug’ completed by the sound of suction formed by the grease and his tight asshole.

“So… How’da ya rate the first moments, Drogoz?” asked Barik, coming up to the Wyrin’s face with a clipboard and a charcoal pen.

“Too… Strong,” huffed Drogoz, shaking his legs. His asshole was still aching a bit if he focused on that part on the left. “Try to prepare me better next time, Dwarf.”

“Sa… Tis… Fying,” commented Barik, throwing the clipboard to a nearby table, along with the pen, before he came back to the machine. “Let’s check the other settings.”

“Pay me-FIRST!”

There was no whirr this time. But the constant ‘chug-chug’ became a loud Chunk as the entire hydraulic system was unleashed. Drogoz winced; a tear formed in his left eye, and he snarled. And his tail smacked against the table with such strength that it was like someone shot a bullet in the workshop. But not.

And Drogoz’s horns were planted once more in the wood. His legs tensed, his arms tensed, the binds creaked and… The Chunk stopped.

All returned to the ‘chug-chug’, though only the tip was at the entrance, massaging and rubbing against it.

“You… Urgh,” moaned Drogoz, closing his eyes as he tried to quell the unease coming from his guts. That assault had been quite brutal.

“Hey! I’m trying ma best here! Don’t tell me it ain’t pleasant!”

“Not when you are crushing my guts into paste!” shouted Drogoz, feeling the explosive phlegm at the back of his throat.

“Details details! You’ll love that one setting!” said Barik with a smug grin as he pressed a button and…

Nothing.

No. Something. It wasn’t another assault Drogoz braced for or another chunk turning his guts into a tunnel. No… It was the gentle ‘chug-chug’ associated with a delicate whirr. The machine rubbed the cocktip against Drogoz’s entrance with such a soft touch, with such a delicate caress, the Wyrin couldn’t resist and started to… Purr.

He purred as the dildo changed angle and began to pull on the rim ever so slightly in a way a normal cock couldn’t. It was… Perhaps like a massage? Or a rubbing?

Nevertheless, the pain was almost erased and replaced by the mindful pleasure that came with such soft caresses. Even his feet kicked the air gently, and his hands were relaxed.

His slit? It was now fully open, revealing the pinkish depths. And inside, the Wyrin’s manhood was throbbing and ascended ever so slightly, like a tiny pink lance.

“Do… Not change it,” purred Drogoz, his eyes rolling in their sockets when the caresses intensified, but not to the point of being overwhelming, not yet.

“Change what? The settings?” asked Barik, pressing another button.

Drogoz moaned. Gone was the gentle rubbing or the ‘chug-chug’ that had almost turned into background noise.

Instead, the dildo had started to vibrate, but it moved inside and out at a regular and gentle pace. Without the constraint, the hydraulics were practically silent. Well, not quite. But compared to the Chunk, it was almost a quiet song of machinery and pleasure as Drogoz’s erection reached its full length.

Almost ten inches, maybe more. The Wyrin was not small. Not at all. His cock was that of a prime Wyrin, and his ego equaled it while Barik was smug in watching his ‘partner’ moaning so loudly.

“Whataya say?”

“No-Nothing. Just keep… Those on,” purred the Wyrin. He couldn’t resist the joy, the appeal, the satisfaction of that thorough massage that went to his depths and beyond. And then, as he felt the apex of mindfulness, he began to become one with the sensations within him… Something taped Drogoz’s face.

He snarled and huffed: “WHAT?”

“Wanna try another toy?”

Drogoz opened his eyes… And watched something else. Barik, yes. But in his hand, he held something else. It was like a tube, but the lower part of it was pink. And it smelled… it reeked. Of heat? Or something close. Drogoz’s irises dilated, his muzzle pointed forward, and he focused on the odd ‘tube’ Barik waved.

“What’s this?” he asked, unable to restrain the purring from his insides being massaged so tenderly.

“That? I call it a pocket pussy. Felt right,” chuckled Barik, presenting the pink tip to Drogoz. It looked like… A cunt. A Wyrin’s cunt, to be exact. It had scales on the outside and a defined clitoris. And those walls. They looked so tender, so welcoming when the Dwarf inserted two fingers inside it to stretch the entrance. How could he reproduce it so well? And how could he be allowed even to approach the pleasure that was a Wyrin’s cunt?

Drogoz’s mouth gaped.

“Want a try?”

Drogoz… Nodded.

“Gonna help me more?”

Drogoz nodded.

“Wanna cum inside?”

Drogoz kept nodding. Of course, he’d want to cum in a cunt like that. And the smell, it was making his needs flare in his groin.

Enough for him to almost feel he would burst when Barik approached the ‘pocket pussy’ to his cock. The mere touch of the soft surface against his cock made Drogoz’s groin explode with need. His abdominal muscles even tensed and pulled while the Wyrin hissed and clenched his teeth.

“Blast, it’s so good?”

“Y-Yes,” moaned Drogoz, watching the Dwarf’s smug attitude.

“YES!” shouted Drogoz, sensing the Dwarf impaling the whole ‘pocket pussy’ on Drogoz’s cock.

In a second, the Wyrin’s cock was embraced by the slick and sultry cunt. Fake as it was, the sensation was nonetheless intense when the slick walls pressed on every part of Drogoz’s anatomy. They went over the discreet veins, over the quite thin and quasi-prehensile tip. They went over the wide base, overly sensitive. They were everywhere on Drogoz’s cock as the ‘pocket pusys’ rested upon Drogoz’s slit, still due to the internal pressure and from the Wyrin’s erection.

It rested upright even when Drogoz humped the air, and one white shot escaped from the little hole dug on the other side of the ‘pocket pussy’.

One shot that went up and up, only to land on the 'pocket pussy', on Barik’s hands, on Drogoz’s nuts. And on the Wyrin’s chest. Leaving him reeling and huffing as he watched the 'pocket pussy' standing there… And steadily dropping, steadily going down as did the Wyrin’s erection, going soft after such a shot. And… he snarled.

“That’s… Ah. How… could you have produced it?” asked Drogoz, snarling as he felt the tension within his slit and his cock sliding back inside, sliding free from the 'pocket pussy'’s embrace.

Barik? Far from being disgusted by the cum on his hands, he gripped the 'pocket pussy' before it could roll free and examined it. He lifted it, with the soft entrance pointed down as Wyrin’s nutbatter dripped from it, steaming hot, sticky, and dense.

The liquid was sticking everywhere, and when it landed on Drogoz’s body or the table, it formed a dollop before collapsing and spreading out, forming puddles or smears.

And all that time, the machine continued to fuck Drogoz’s asshole, producing huffs and growls from the Wyrin who endured such abuse with a stiff upper lip.

“Dwarf!”

“Aye! I’m thinking of som’thing, lizard! Som’thing good! Let’me think!”

“Pay me and I leave!” shouted Drogoz, his tail smacking on the table. And smacking again when Barik waddled and pressed one button, accelerating the rhythm upon which the machine massaged Drogoz’s innards.

“Blast! Let’me think!”

At that point, Drogoz was giving Barik all the time he needed to think. The Wyrin, far too taken by the pleasure, was not even voicing anything except a gargle and a gurgle. More than that, his erection was hard like steel again. Once more, his cock was pointing upward… And seemed to throb harder when Barik approached it to the Wyrin’s erection.

An erection that was about to explode when the Dwarf’s hand impaled the toy once more… And began to move it. He wasn’t wedging that fake cunt. But rather, he used it to stroke Drogoz’s erection, to tease and satisfy the pent-up Wyrin who, in that moment of massage and caresses, was lost.

His eyes were rolling, his horns planted, his hands wide open on the table, and his claws planted in it. His tail remained mobile, hitting the table at a regular pace, one Barik enforced by his strokings.

There were no signs of Barik stopping. The hands holding onto the 'pocket pussy', he stroked and pumped the Wyrin’s length, watching how Drogoz seemed lost in it. There was no complaint, though. Or any complaint was to die on the way, swallowed and overtaken by the sheer experience of that tight vulva embracing the Wyrin’s cock.

“Aye…. Could do that… ‘nd more,” mumbled Barik, scratching his long red beard while glancing at Drogoz. “Hey, Drogoz! Wanna collaborate with me for sum’ more?”

A gargle was the answer.

“Aye! Knew you were a man- Dragon of sheer focus!”

Another gargle… And a hand weakly lifted. But no, the stroking continued, and Drogoz’s hand dropped on the table, along with his eyelids closing, taken as he was by another orgasm.

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“What? Quality? Ain’t cheap! My stuff is the best in the realm! You can see yerself out if ya wanna haggle! I’m not taking that shit!”

“But-“

“No, but! Pay up! I’ve got a dragon on the fire!”

“A- Dragon?”

“Pay up, I said!” shouted Barik, waving his hand as if it’d be enough to summon a fat purse in it. And it did after some concerned glances and a sigh.

Finally, with that, Barik quickly checked the count, setting it all out on a scale and performing a rapid count. His fingers went back and forth while the knight at the entrance held onto the enchanted shield like onto dear life.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Wh-What was that?” shouted the Human, surprised and almost ready to run away.

“Aye, nothin’,” mumbled Barik, though the banging noise continued. “BLAST! CAN YE WAIT THREE SECONDS?! WE’VE GOT CLIENTS!”

The bang continued a bit, then stopped, leaving Barik grumbling as he finished the count and threw one gold coin at the human, who caught it.

“Wrong count. Here ya go. Leave now, I’ve work to do.”

“Sure… Sure,” mumbled the Knight, stepping back and trying to find the knob while keeping his eyes on the relative direction of the banging noise. Some grunts and growls from Barik, and the guy was gone, leaving the almost-naked Dwarf sighing and getting to the door to lock it.

“Fuckin’ mess! Can ye wait three seconds for me to come?!” then hollered the Dwarf, stomping onward, almost waddling. The back of the workshop was different now… Before, a large furnace had been sitting at the center, ready to melt any type of rare metals.

Now? Well, there was a Wyrin strapped to a table, ass up and arms bound below, with a machine behind him. A machine attached to one dildo was firmly lodged in the Wyrin’s ass, and another part attached to a 'pocket pussy'.

The origin of all those bangs? An unbound tail that was tied to a system of drums. Just so he could talk since the Wyrin’s mouth was forced by straps attached to both sides of the jaws.

Smack! Bam! Bam!

“Yeah! Of course ye’ll get paid for that time, ye blasted lizard!” shouted Barik, going to the machine behind and turning it on.

Instantly, the contraption came to life… And so were the vibrations from the toy buzzing inside Drogoz’s hole, the chug-chug from the hydraulics pumping that fake cock inside him. Or the slurping sound from the ‘pocket pussy’ still attached to Drogoz’s erection.

A moment later, the Wyrin purred. A second after that, a steady flow of flames spurted from that wide-open mouth, ready to burn anything on its path.

Instead, Barik presented an ingot of pure mithril, watching it turn red and glow before he threw it onto the anvil and began to hammer it.

Bang! Bang! Bam!

“No! I’m not crafting ye another toy yet! Shut up, ya horny lizard!”