Harem Harlot, Part 2
Perhaps he hoarded gold and gems to fill a void in his soul, just as he filled the void in his body with the seed of men now, but lucidum cared not.
Redemption
"just don't couple on my hoard," he said. with that, he left the pair alone. "on his hoard?" trielmur'ss asked, raising an eyebrow. zekirhc gave her a wicked grin, making his teeth flash in the magical light. "ever do it on a pile of treasure before?"
The Fire In Her
Maybe some sort of truth potion to force him to reveal the location of his hoard, or worse still, the vaster hoards of his mother and father?
Dragon Breeder: The Pact
Dragons had hoards, yes, but they weren't necessarily things that would be valuable to civilized people.
A Dragon's Gold
He missed slapping it, but he was confident those cheeks would be nice and red, back at his hoard before long. — oizar's dirty traitors better not be touching anything in my fucking hoard.
Patreon Reward - In the Dragon's Hoard
She then yawned, curling up with her children, and flare curled up around her, the new family together, and the dragon protecting the crown jewels of his hoard.
Forest Keep 29
He will explain about starting a lair and hoard of your own." tomako's eyes lit up "how do you start your own hoard? do you steal it? dig it up?" he asked eagerly, almost bouncing on the spot in excitement.
The Dragon and the Elf-Blade
Unable to dig its claws into his hoard, it slipped across the surface and forced him to move in clumsy, lop-sided bounds. the fleeing human was within his reach.
Starry Flight
But he didn't have much of a hoard, from what she'd gathered. maybe his art could be considered a hoard, just not one of gold. the rain slowed as arla followed her father up the path to the volcano, trailing behind him silently.
Protected
Another kobold's voice spared him from what would have been _quite_ the bout of ill-tempered roaring--to think they would dare touch a dragon's hoard without her permission!
Brotherhood (Taster.).
Above me, like they were looking down on me from the heavens, i saw the three guards; they had unfocused eyes, i was simply one of a hoard now and not an individual.
An Acquired Taste
He would occasionally adjust his own strategy, calming down enough to think his way through the battle, but a well placed insult, or even kicking his hoard sent him back into a blind rage all over again.