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Description: Vrelgor's journey takes him to a kobold's home, but the young dragon finds out size is not the only thing that matters...

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The Red Mountains revealed their peaks near the morning. Vrelgor's wings felt like a bundle of twigs pressed on the verge of breaking. He kept them flared, hoping the morning breeze would carry him closer towards his destination.

But he wasn't so lucky. The mountains had a will of their own, and the closer he approached, the brighter the sky turned, the warmer the air became.

Vrelgor growled as he forced his wings into a steady flapping rhythm. He took a single break since he left his friend wounded back in the forest, and even that was a short one. The urgency of finding this Dahrzin was too great. How could he quit, when he was so close?

The blue dragon gritted his jaws, keeping his eyes fixed on the peculiar mountains. The closer they got, the weirder they appeared. One of them was covered in strange metal contraptions, probably owned by a group of humans. The closest, a tawny mound half the size of a normal mountain, looked more similar to a hill, all chopped and crumbling. The trend continued towards east, each mountain having its own particular look. Vrelgor was half tempted to check the last one. A whole colony of dragons flew around the peak. Could have been interesting meeting other dragons.

Still, the shimmering dome surrounding one of the western mountains intrigued him more. Rusturak said something about an apprentice.

And where could he reside if not inside a blooming garden?

Vrelgor descended towards the lush patch of vegetation. The barrier distorted the shapes and bent the light like a desert mirage, but once he passed through it, the air became noticeably cooler. Moisture latched upon his scales, caressed his wing membranes. Vrelgor took a deep breath, his nostrils soothed with the scents of life.

The dragon landed inside a meadow. Wild grasses stretched around the foot of the mountain, then, as the altitude increased, the vegetation became scarcer and scarcer. Curious, how this dragon chose to build his garden.

Vrelgor looked around, seeing no traces of the inhabitant. Tucking his wings at his sides, he walked through the dew covered grasslands, keeping his senses as sharp as he could after a night of constant flying.

"Eeeeek!" A shriek came from the top.

Vrelgor's eyes turned towards a brown shape that dived straight towards him. He took a few steps back, then growled as the little winged creature touched the ground with an angry growl.

"What are you doing, trampling with those huge feet of yours all over my garden? Shoo, shoo!" the tiny creature beat his wings, forcing Vrelgor back.

"I'm looking for-"

"Eeerreeeek! Up, up! My plants! You're killing my plants you big scaly butt!" The creature hopped into the air, pulling on the dragon's wings. "Fly, you stupid beast. Up, up!"

Vrelgor thrust himself into the air with a pained growl. He didn't know what this tiny lizard's problem was, only that he calmed down noticeably once they were both gliding above his precious vegetation.

"Sheeeek'arestra Naku kensha dat. You are the slowest dragon I ever met. What went through your head, stomping my wildhorns like that? They're sensitive!"

"Horns?" Vrelgor blinked in confusion.

"Commonly known as grass for the stupid. There's an entire bloom growing down there. Were you too blind to see the troubles I went through to grow this garden?"

"I...I'm sorry..."

"Apologies. Always speaking apologies, you dragons do, as if they can revive the dead. I'll have to trim the feeble and plant new ones come dawn. Eeek, rik rik rik..." the lizard complained, shaking his little brown head. "Why are you here? I suppose you have a reason for this trespass."

"I come on behalf of a common friend."

"Name. Tell me his name, or a color. You dragons are as thick as your scales, naming yourselves after body parts and-"

"Rusturak," Vrelgor interrupted. "You know him."

"I know him, but I don't have to talk about him on an empty stomach. Come up, dragon, and try to keep your paws away from my specimens. The ones on the peaks are very rare."

The creature flapped his broad wings, circling the whole mountain as he ascended towards the top, talking on and on about the importance of his work and the particularities of his herb species. Vrelgor's mind was too tired to comprehend all the details. All he managed to snatch were fragments. Lower levels had grasses, mid levels some other herbs, and the top was reserved for the toughest kind vegetation.

"Here," the creature pointed towards a mossy patch. "Land there, and try to keep your tail and claws off my bluebells. Anything taller is also strictly off limits. If I find something resembling a tail or a claw near them..."

"Yes, yes," Vrelgor nodded his head and followed the winged lizard along a small path that led to an equally fit camp. He had little den built from boulders stacked on top of each other similar to a dragon's cave even if it looked nothing like one.

"Stay there. Yes, right there," Dahrzin's tail swished quickly as he rummaged inside the little shelter. He came out with a few pieces of meat. Carefully, he placed them on an iron bed built above a circle of stones, then grabbed a pile of twigs, poured some sticky fluid on them, and ignited a blaze fit for his size.

Vrelgor's tongue yearned for the taste of something succulent. He sniffed at the meat, then quickly cocked his head when the lizard slapped him right between the nostrils.

"Don't even think of stealing my meal."

"I was just smelling it," Vrelgor complained. "Or do you expect a dragon to feast on these scraps?"

"They're not scraps!" Dahrzin's little snout trembled with irritation. "Everything here is built to accommodate kobolds like me, not lumbering beasts such as you. This mountain is my territory. Tell me, wise, powerful dragon, how many of your kin are known to inhabit a single mountain?"

"None. We need space to stretch our wings. Prey to hunt. Trees to-"

"Mark and scratch and fight," Dahrzin continued on a sarcastic tone. "It all boils down to greed, scale-head. Your kin gives kobolds a bad reputation. Everyone says we're the greedy ones, but we just hoard, grow, or collect. You don't see us fighting for territory here, do you?"

"I...I don't know," Vrelgor wrapped his tail around a foreleg. "I came here because my friend needs you."

"Rusturak needs me?" Dahrzin turned the sizzling meat on the other side, licking his snout with his little tongue. "What has he done this time? Put it in the wrong butt?"

"He was attacked," Vrelgor let loose a pained growl. "My brother invaded his territory. Tried to bring me back under his wing. Rusturak protected me, and my brother...he..."

"He killed him?" Dahrzin inched his head forward.

"Broke one of his wings and forced himself inside Rusturak."

"Eeeeeeek! Raaaak, hak hak rak!" Dahrzin fell on his back, kicking and clawing at the air.

Was he...laughing?

"A broken wing? Scratches? Rusturak, you old, perverted scale head!"

"It's not funny!" Vrelgor growled. "He was in pain, growling while my brother abused him!"

"Oh, you stupid scale-head," Dahrzin picked himself up, tears falling from his amber eyes. "Your dear friend never told you, has he?"

"What are you talking about?"

The kobold pressed a clawed finger into a piece of meat, making it sizzle with an angry hiss. "He loves a rough romp now and again. The way I know him, Rusturak manipulated your brother into giving him exactly what he wanted."

"No, that's not how it happened. He almost died trying to protect us!"

"Almost, almost," Dahrzin spewed the contents of a waterskin all over the fire. "You really know as little as you imply. Meal's ready now, so let me eat. Or no," the kobold rubbed his hands together. "Tell me again why Rusturak sent a fine blue dragon all the way here. I'm...curious to hear his reasoning."

Vrelgor lowered himself on his belly, trying to keep his calm while he recounted the whole story. This Dahrzin was an infuriating creature. He had a voice sharp as a bird's and talked almost as much as Rusturak. Not even cooked meat kept his maw busy for long. He and Rusturak knew each other for a few decades already, and according to Dahrzin, he was the master herbalist while Rusturak was an average dragon more interested in hunting, mating, and sleeping. Vrelgor started to realize Dahrzin had a slight disrespect towards all dragons, not just Rusturak, considering them a slight improvement over ordinary beasts who still heeded the call of their primitive instincts.

"That is not true!" Vrelgor bared his teeth. "We are not below you, kobold. My friend has not sacrificed himself just so you could insult his name or that of our entire species!"

"Maybe," Dahrzin ate the last piece of meat, then got onto his feet, wings shifting behind his back. "Then again, maybe I'm right. No way of knowing for sure unless I test you."

"Test me?" Vrelgor cocked his head. "And what kind of test would this be?"

"Still thinking about that," Dahrzin said as he walked around the dragon's form.

Vrelgor had to put up with his little hands now, touching all over his wings, sides, paws and tail. The kobold was quite thorough...too thorough, in fact. When his hand sneaked towards a particular area of a male's anatomy, Vrelgor got onto his feet, growling at the small brown lizard.

"Not there."

"Yes, there," Dahrzin slid his warm hand over the dragon's crevice, then patted two times. "Male or female?"

"Can't your grabby hand tell one from the other?"

"It can...thought that requires a bit of an invasive approach," Dahrzin's lips widened as one of his fingers slowly pushed through the hardened folds of the dragon's slit. "Hmm, actually I have a better idea."

The kobold suddenly drew his head back, bounced over to Vrelgor's head, then cupped his chin with his tiny hands. "You've brought nothing of worth with you, and since I can't chop off the scales off your body, clip some wing membrane or extract a bit of dragon mucus, I'll have to make due with something more potent."

Vrelgor's nostrils trembled. "Rusturak is in pain. He's bleeding as we speak...and you talk about rewards? You kobolds are as greedy as I heard."

"Every fair merchant needs a trade," Dahrzin lifted a finger. "Tell you what. You'll prove to me that instincts have no hold over you, and in return I'll give you elixirs, ointments, herbs, paste, everything your perverted friend needs. Deal?"

Vrelgor bumped the kobold's stretched hand. "Deal."

"No, dragon, you have to shake it."

"I did," Vrelgor shoved it harder.

"Kareeek, you're a thick one. Here," Dahrzin grabbed one of his toes and squeezed a few times. "Done. We're committed. Now, mind rolling on your lovely back for me?"

"Why?" Vrelgor asked.

"You'll see very shortly," Dahrzin exposed his sharp teeth with a pleased smile.

The kobold went back inside his little makeshift cave, then came out with slimy oil dripping from his soaked hands. He rubbed them together, looking tentatively at the dragon. Vrelgor had no idea what his plan was, but he knew the quicker he did the kobold's bidding, the faster he could return to Rusturak. So he played the game, rolled on his back, then waited paws-up for Dahrzin to do his thing.

The kobold straddled his tail, walking slowly until his feet had no more space to thread upon. Then, he dropped on the base of the dragon's tail, close enough to make his private parts clench under the rippling shock.

"Was that what I think it was?"

"Just a reflex. The base of the tail is a bit of a ticklish spot."

"I see..." Dahrzin rubbed his hands together. "What about this one?"

Vrelgor's wings spread along the ground as the kobold's warm, lubricated hands fell on either side of his slit. His flesh instinctively hardened, but Dahrzin didn't seek to harm or penetrate. He rubbed his fingers along the sides of the rift, slowly, calmly, a teasing massage that send shudders of heat through the dragon's sensitive flesh.

"Oh, I think I'm feeling something," Dahrzin quickened his pace, applying more pressure with each pass.

Vrelgor's paws shook. He couldn't hold the pleasure back a second longer. His scales felt too hot. Too sensitive. With a wet plop, his barbed head plopped through the parting folds of his slit, eliciting a pleased rumble from the kobold's throat.

"Mmm...male. Just the way I like it."

"What...what are you going to do to me?"

"Oh, nothing much," Dahrzin's fingers shifted to the lips themselves, teasing the shuddering flesh with hot, blissful strokes. "I'm going to watch you grow..or maybe..."

The kobold's hand grabbed the member's head. To Vrelgor, the sudden stimulation was too much. His claws curled towards the palm of his paws, and he throbbed, forcing more blood through the tightening frame of his cock.

"Rkna'guki! They're soft," Dahrzin observed as he rubbed his fingers along and between the barbs. "I haven't expected them to be so blunt or so receptive to my touch. How does it feel, dragon, to have this delicious head of yours grabbed by a kobold?"

"W-warrrrrm!" Vrelgor hissed, shutting his eyes as pleasure lashed him with every throb of his cock. He never had the pleasure to be grabbed so rudely before. The kobold's lubricated fingers were soft, and eager, squeezing around his highly receptive head or rubbing the sensitive barbs right on top, where the heat tingled the most.

Vrelgor's cock pounded with rhythmic throbs. The more he grew, the more sensitive he became, but Dahrzin's small hands could not cope with the increasing size for long. His fingers were slowly spread apart, and to maintain the stimulation, he rubbed his whole hand around the sensitive tip, scratching at the barbs with the gentlest of motions, sliding over the bare flesh, even poking a finger inside the bloating cock tip.

"Mrrrroooooarrrrr!" Vrelgor's maw parted with a long, needy moan. His whole body trembled with electrifying heat. His slit tensed, sending a thin gush of translucent fluid squirting into the air that pelted the petrified kobold from head to belly.

"Al-already?"

"Close...I'm close..." Vrelgor beat his shuddering wings, panting through his parted maw as his member lurched into the air, freed from the kobold's grip.

"You're weak! Weak weak weak!" Dahrzin's hands grabbed around the base of the pulsating shaft. Vrelgor's sensitive ridges immediately flared, fed by the warmth and pressure of the kobold's curious fingers. Dahrzin rolled and grabbed around the dragon's cock base, with no clue or expertise about how sensitive that part of a dragon's anatomy was, and Vrelgor writhed and growled, kicking his trembling legs as hard as he could.

"Raaaaawwrrrr!" he squirted two more times, taking Dahrzin straight in his small, contorting snout. "Awwwrrr.... Raaarr aaaarrr!"

"You're sensitive there too?!" the kobold wiped his face off the mess.

"Stop...please stop touching so quickly. You can't collect...can't collect my seed if I spill all over you."

"Then don't. Keep it inside your slit, damn you!" Dahrzin slapped both hands onto the dragon's bloated slit, eliciting another growl from the beast's throat. "Raaaaak! Don't even tell me this is another one of your sensitive spots."

Vrelgor couldn't speak even if he wanted to. Not when his cock burned with such heated desire. His heart pounded in the same rhythm as the throbs rushing through his stiff pole. His nostrils widened and narrowed, exactly like the hole squirting lubrication from the middle of his cock tip.

And Dahrzin, that stupid, reckless kobold brazenly ignored everything he saw, smelled, or knew, pushing his grabby hands into the next most sensitive part of a dragon's body. He sank his fingers through the squelching flesh to penetrate a dragon pushed on the verge of ejaculation.

Vrelgor forced himself not to cum by slamming his tail into the ground repeatedly while Dahrzin prodded and rubbed through muscles that shouldn't have been touched. He was too rough, too quick, too eager to find what hid inside the depths of a male's slit, and Vrelgor tightened harder and harder, trying to keep the raging pressure inside until Dahrzin finally shoved his hands out.

"Groooaaarrrr!"

"Yes, I know!" Dahrzin blocked the stream of pre-seed with his hand. "You're close. A single touch is all it takes for this great cock of yours to spurt all over the place. And I thought you're resilient," he patted the dragon's scaled flank. "How can you be so hard here, when an arm's reach away you're just soft, leaking meat? How?"

Dahrzin never expected a reply. He knew he won. He knew he was right all along. But if that was true, why was he oiling his tail?

Vrelgor forced his head up, blinking the moisture forming inside his clear amber eyes. "What are you doing now?"

"Just moistening my tail a little. I want it to remain healthy, my dear, dripping beast."

"I'm not...grawrrr...I'm not a beast..." Vrelgor's voice broke as the virile smells of his musk entered through his flaring nostrils.

"We'll see about that," Dahrzin let his tail fall with a soft squelching thump. "If you hold a semblance of resilience inside that armored body, you will hold yourself back."

"Back...? Back from what?"

A hard presence slammed into his tailhole, forcing the muscles to spread in its wake as it invaded the dragon's tailhole in the rudest and quickest of ways. Vrelgor's cloudy mind immediately thought back upon the moment when Rusturak went inside him. Those dripping licks lapping at his deliciously receptive hole. His big, throbbing cock pressing upon a place he never thought it existed. The sharp spasms of pure pleasure tearing his body asunder.

It all came back to Vrelgor in the form of an oppressive storm of thick pleasure that rushed straight towards his special place.

"Mrrraaaawwrrr aaaawwwrrrr rrrrraaaaawrrrrr!" he kicked, flapped, and snapped at the air, moaning with unrestrained bliss as his tailhole was filled more and more by the kobold's thicker tail. It was so slimy, so cold compared to the heat rushing through his muscles.

And it felt so good, applying all that delicious pressure against a tunnel of highly receptive muscles. Vrelgor was just about to cum.

Then, when the pressure threatened to explode right out of him in a thick stream of slick, fertile torrents, Vrelgor tensed all up. His maw snapped shut, his fingers spread on all four paws, and his body froze up as if a terrifying enemy stood before him.

There was no dragon though. No monster. No danger. The only peril came from the kobold's dexterous tail tip. It found his special place within seconds, and now it rubbed around it on and on, sending sharp spasms of intense bliss so rough and so quick that every muscle in the dragon's body froze up. It was just too much to hold in: the thickness of the kobold's tail, his playful tail tip, the hands that grabbed around the sensitive cock. Vrelgor felt like his entire cock was bathed in a pool of caressing flames. No. It felt as if a cock was spearing right through his slit, cumming straight onto his special place.

Vrelgor couldn't move. He could hardly even throb. For a few surreal moments, he remained wrapped in a curtain of pure bliss, feeling nothing but the kobold's rubbing tail, pressing harder and harder upon his hidden organ, adding to the heat, stoking up the pressure until a crackling roar exploded through Vrelgor's spasming throat.

"Oh no...no no no! Not yet, not yet!"

The dragon snapped. His cock bloated with humongous strain, ready to ooze.

"Where is? Where is?!" Dahrzin twisted and turned, his tail entering even deeper through the dragon's tight, trembling muscles.

Vrelgor couldn't last moment longer. He thrust his tail into the ground, clenched all four paws...and unleashed his first blissful squirt just as Dahrzin shoved half of his barbed, bloating head into something nice and moist.

"Mrooooooaaaaarrrr!" Vrelgor yowled as his first spurt made the waterskin vibrate with the strength of his passion.

Dahrzin held it tight onto his cock head while his other hand twisted and grabbed around the dragon's ridges that flared and contracted with each quaking throb of his cock. His tail didn't remain limp either. The prehensile tip kept rubbing right where it counted, filling Vrelgor with the bliss of finality.

Grabbing around the kobold's tail like a hungry beast, his tailhole muscles drew the seed right out of his special place, pushing it through his squelching slit until it escaped from his bloating cock in long, pelting lines. With each spurt, more seed gathered around his head, bathing his tip in a hot pool of its own product, adding to the intense pleasure of cumming.

Vrelgor pumped everything he had. He could have it no other way around when Dahrzin stimulated him from so many places at the same time. The kobold wanted to make sure no drop remained unspent, so he kept strangling the dragon's cock until it the waterskin bloated with the product of his pleasure.

Dahrzin quickly took it off, though he couldn't help the first gush from spilling all over Vrelgor's twitching cock.

"Kreeeek, what a mess. I hope your tongue can do more than hang out like your cock."

Vrelgor slurped it back in, blinking the fresh tears left behind by his intense orgasm. "The tail..." he croaked.

Dahrzin slowly took it out, the muscles narrowing until they met with a soft squelch.

"There. Out. Anything else?"

Vrelgor dropped his head back on the ground, closed his eyes, and loosened a long, fulfilled growl. He just wanted to rest and enjoy the tingling afterglow...but a warm presence wrapped around his oozing tip, forcing his member to throb with painful jolts.

Vrelgor didn't have the strength to open his eyes. He remained there, paws up, while the tongue or whatever it was sucked the last remnants of essence from his member.

"Mrrrmmm...you got some tasty seed, dragon," Dahrzin sounded quite satisfied. "Mind if I do the cleaning? There's quite a bit left on your slit here. Just hold on a bit. I have to store your precious seed first."

Vrelgor rumbled in approval. He spread his legs a bit further, making sure his private parts were none too obvious when Dahrzin returned for his cleaning task. A kobold servant? What could a tired, messy dragon not love about that?

***END OF CHAPTER 4***

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