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Description: Dahrzin, the enigmatic kobold, shares a bit of his past on the way back. Vrelgor soon finds out that there's more to this kobold than naughty hands and a perverted mind.

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Vrelgor had been waiting for a while. He walked on the beaten trails as carefully as he could. The path was made for a kobold, and a dragon's paw seemed like a giant compared to their tiny feet. Vrelgor knew that if he stepped onto the wrong plant, Dahrzin would be more than furious.

What was he doing, anyway? He retreated back into his summit den after he finished his cleaning duties. Said he needed some time to procure the necessary reagents for the elixir that was going to mend RuSturak's broken wing.

He also planned to do something with the seed he collected. A waterskin... If there ever was a most unfit place to store seed, Dahrzin's creativity would definitely win. Vrelgor almost shook his head as he remembered just how close he was when the kobold pushed the recipient's hole on top of his tip. He spurted as hard as an ancient volcano, almost sending the vessel out of the kobold's little hand. Dahrzin held on though. With one hand he collected while the other clenched hard around a dragon's cock. Vrelgor rarely had the pleasure of tasting such intense pleasure. He only knew a dragon's warm maw. Sure, he got a cock inside his tailhole the day after and discovered he was just as sensitive as a female if one knew where to look...but to have his member and tailhole stimulated at the same time? That was a real treat.

The blue dragon took another step. He felt his slit muscles stir around his itching erection. Perhaps it wasn't a bad idea to lift a leg and treat himself with a warm meal, but the thought of flying unsheathed pushed the lust back like Dahrzin's un-oiled tail. If there was anything a dragon was afraid off, it was a bird pecking at his exposed member during flight or an insect's sting upon his bare flesh.

"Dahrzin!" Vrelgor called again. "How long do I have to wait for you?"

No answer ever came. Dahrzin wasn't in the habit of speaking while he worked...unless the object of his preoccupation happened to be a cock.

Vrelgor turned around. The stone shelter came into view. What was that little bastard doing, if not refreshing himself with a drink or getting hot under the tail? Surely grabbing some bottles wouldn't take half a day.

"I'm coming in," Vrelgor hissed in irritation.

"Naaaaaaak rak tak!" Darhzin's screech scared a few birds nesting inside the grasses.

"That means no, I take it?"

"Yes! I'm almost done. Just sit your big scaly butt on the grass somewhere. Lick a paw. Admire the view. I don't care what your bumbling scale covered head dictates as long as you leave me the eek alone!"

Alone...just like RuSturak was, freezing inside his own woods while this stupid kobold wasted time in his den.

Vrelgor's claws itched with irritation. His nostrils blew a gust of warm air, lips trembling to reveal his pristine teeth. No...that was not the way.

Vrelgor tucked his wings closer to his body, took a few steps towards the edge, then stared into the distance. The mountain had its merits. From up here, he could see a good way into this dry, forsaken world. Past the shimmering barrier was a world inhabited by rock and dust. Nothing grew on the bare walls surrounding rivers that have long since dried. The kobolds did this patch of world a favor. It was almost a shame that only Dahrzin had woken to the truth. Nobody could survive on stone or drink metal. Why weren't more kobolds following the example of their smarter peer? Was it greed that kept them back? Perhaps a desire to contend with humans?

In many ways, kobolds and humans were alike. They both shifted the landscape according to their needs. Vrelgor only needed to look to his right to see the effects of kobold devastation. Crude buildings fused into hard rock. Tunnels dug straight into the mountain's heart to uncover its riches. Vrelgor wondered how long it took for the kobolds to reduce a proud mountain to rubble. The easternmost mound was but a pile of dust and debris, an unfortunate reminder of what happened when something of worth outlived its use.

"I'm done, tag rahak."

"What does that mean?" Vrelgor asked, not bothering to turn his head around.

"Do I need a meaning for my words?"

"Why would you speak, if not to convey a message?"

"Because I can," Dahrzin's steps drew closer, until the kobold stood on the same level as the dragon. Of course, he only reached up to his shoulder, but his tucked wings gave him a bit more of a girth. "I have been granted this voice to speak. Sometimes I use it to make transactions, other times to grumble or say something to myself. Who is to tell me what the proper use is?"

"Nobody," Vrelgor said.

"And there you have your answer," the kobold pointed with a small finger. "Importance is not a solid fact like the grass beneath our feet, or those red rocks stretching ahead. It is the song of the wind, the chill in the air, the light in the sky. It changes, sometimes in tune with our needs, and other times it just happens."

"We decide what's important to us, kobold. My friend -our friend- is counting the days until we arrive, and you lecture me about this nonsense!" Vrelgor growled, itching to flare his wings and fly off towards RuSturak's verdant territory.

"Relax. We're going to leave soon."

"Why aren't we leaving now?"

"Because I have to make sure this harness is sturdy," Dahrzin tied the leather straps of the harness he wore. It was of simple craftsmanship, meant to arm him with two satchels rather than keep warm or protect. His clawed fingers carefully worked until the metal teeth grabbed together, then moved onto the next strap.

"Why couldn't you do this inside?"

"I considered that, my dear dragon..." Mink hissed as his fingers slid around their mark. "However, tying this when I'm by myself tends to heat my scales quite a bit, and I'm not talking about the same kind of heat we felt before. I enjoy your presence, not only for your exquisite cock, but also because you are someone who listens. You wouldn't believe how solitary kobolds are. We love to talk, to rak eek skreek at everything and everyone, but when a group gets together, you get kraaaaaak!"

Mink dropped his hands, stomping furiously. "I can't get this stupid mechanism to work with me! It had to happen when I had one of the most productive conversations! I was just about to say how irrelevant your friend's needs are compared to mine, but-"

"Hrrrrr..."

"But then it crossed my mind you might get your scales ruffled," Dahrzin continued. "The beauty of perspective...how I love when dragons get worked up over the tiniest of reasons."

"Tiny?" Vrelgor brought his head closer to the kobold. "You call my plea for help a tiny reason? RuSturak took me in. Protected me against my vicious brother and bled for me. I am sorely tempted to grab your wing right now and show you just how unimportant my reason is."

Dahrzin didn't even flinch. He stared at Vrelgor for a fleeting moment before he focused back on his strap.

"You should be scared. Perhaps my brother is right, and fear is-"

"Your brother is the dumb boulder I kick off this mountain every day. Fear? Is that what his first choice to win a dispute or win over a trade? No wonder your kin won such outstanding reputation."

"I'm not biting into that again," Vrelgor drew back.

"Oh, you are," Dahrzin tugged onto the blue membrane, forcing a hiss out of the dragon's throat. "You have been raised in a warm nest. Everything you knew, anything you earned has been brought to you. What would you dragons know of hardships when every single one of your needs is brought into the bosom of your tidy little nest?"

"My friend is hurting..."

"Your friend is learning a sorely needed lesson," Mink's claws curled towards the sensitive membrane. "Do you know how kobolds are birthed into the world?"

"You can tell me on the way back. Please, let's just...rrrrrrhhhh..." Vrelgor's throat rumbled as the claws pressed into his sensitive flesh.

"We're abandoned. We don't know who our parents are. We don't know the comfort of a home. We just hatched wherever our mother's cunt decides to lay the egg. Can be a dragon's territory, a human's roof -that is what they call the top of their dwellings, by the way- or the warm shit of their pets. From the very first moment we open our eyes to the world, we have to fight to survive. Now think back on your warm cozy nest and remember the warm touch of your parents. Compare it to what I just said, then tell me your friend is in pain again."

Vrelgor clamped his snout shut for a moment. Suddenly, the sting in his wing felt like the wings of the buzzing fly around his head, small and insignificant.

"Silence can often be the wisest answer. Good to see you understand some of what I told you. Life is a struggle for the deer running for its life as it is for the dragon that hunts it to survive, but if you ever tell me your problems are more important than mine ever again, I am going to shove you off my mountain."

Vrelgor bowed his head. He let Dahrzin alone with his metal strap, enduring the annoying sound of claws poking on metal and the kobold's cranky vocalizations.

"There," Dahrzin patted the dragon's foreleg. "We can fly now. Lean forth so I may climb on you."

Vrelgor blinked, bewildered by the little one's requests.

"I'm not going to use my wings for this venture. Went enough trouble with this harness as it is, and if one of these straps break I'm going to lose most of my reagents which leaves your dear friend's wing broken and bleeding for at least half a season."

"I understand. You don't have to be so blunt about it," Vrelgor crouched on his belly.

"You dragons need a blunt approach sometimes. It's the only way to get under that thick hide of yours."

Dahrzin jumped up, his weight severely disproportional compared to his attitude. He tugged onto the wings and kicked his legs, acting like a human atop his steed.

"Come on. Flap these limp things already. Weren't you the moaning hatchling pleading to return into his mother's embrace a moment ago?"

"I'm worried about your safety!" Vrelgor hissed. "What if you call off? Your satchels don't look very well secured. Are you sure-"

"Yes, I'm sure! Just fly already and let me worry about how I'm going to glue myself to your back."

Vrelgor waited for a bit for Dahrzin to settle. His position seemed awfully clumsy. The kobold rode like a human, legs on either side of the dragon's neck while his hands tried to hold onto the scales. Vrelgor knew that as soon as he jumped off the mountain, the kobold would be thrown towards his tail like a leaf in the wind.

"Lay on your belly."

"And have my satchels flying behind me? Are you hit in the head, dragon?"

"Would you prefer to be thrown into my wings then?"

"I can hold onto them, at least. Why couldn't you be the spiky sort? Most dragons I've stumbled upon have at least a few spikes down their backs while all you've got is scales and a nasty maw that talks too much."

"My brother inherited the spikes. Believe me, he's not a dragon you wish to see even from afar."

"Kareek, you're as hard to swallow as two dragons. Flap, you moany scale-head. Fly!"

Dahrzin unleashed a storm of slaps that irritated Vrelgor just enough to push the ground with his paws, flare his wings, and leap off with a mighty roar.

"Reeeeeeeek!" Dahrzin's voice mixed with the whooshing of the wind.

Vrelgor threw an eye back to see the kobold leaned on his neck, holding with arms, feet, even wings. "Glad you took my advice."

"Rakshar natu leraka! I'll stuff your slit for this, dragon!'

"Just hold on for a moment. I'll find an amiable current to glide upon."

Vrelgor soared higher. The sun was still up in the sky, meaning the passage offered by the high skies had yet to collapse. Vrelgor ascended until the canyons slithered like worms on a patchy ground, then stretched his wings to even out his flight. Dahrzin complained for a bit more, but even a loud-mouthed kobold like him couldn't keep it up indefinitely.

"Stop looking at me like I'm the ugly hatchling of the clutch. You proved your point."

"I just wanted you to be safe."

"Concern your mind with other issues, dragon, and let me think. I'm dizzy enough with this wind blowing in my ears. How you can fly so high without getting dizzy eludes me."

Vrelgor looked back towards the horizon. A little gratitude would have helped from a kobold who couldn't be bothered to use his own wings, but Dahrzin seemed reluctant to offer even something so simple as a string of words. How fitting...

The dragon took his mind elsewhere. How was RuSturak faring? He was definitely hungry by now, but a dragon without wings was like a mouse trapped in a maze. He could move around trying to find a solution; an escape from his problems, but he could never find an escape. RuSturak only had the river's water to feed him.

That, and the sticky warmth of his own seed. Vrelgor doubted about that. If he was in RuSturak's place, the slit was one of the least places to find an interest in.

The sun disappeared beyond the mountains, unleashing the veil of the night upon the sky. Vrelgor remembered the times he used to stare at the sky with his parents. They would weave tales about the dragons whose valor, strength, or wisdom granted them a place in the eternal sky. He wasn't very interested in them. At that age, Vrelgor sought the warmth of a wing a lot more than the wisdom of a spoken word. Nights were so warm under his parents' loving wings. So safe. He loved to snuggle with his brother. In times like these, Vrelgor wondered where everything went wrong. What destroyed the unity of his family? How could his brother turn from a caring sibling into a vengeful slayer of humans?

"I apologize."

Vrelgor's mind snapped back to the present. He turned an amber eye upon Dahrzin, whose gleaming eyes caught the light of the full moon.

"I said some things about your race that shouldn't have been spoken. Don't misinterpret what I say now. You're still a scale-head, just not a rock-head like some dragons I met."

"Thanks, I guess."

Vrelgor paused. They both did. For a few moments, the two stared at each other without exchanging a single word.

" Why the change of heart, Dahrzin? You may be small in stature, but you strike me as someone who is wise beyond his years."

"Oh yes," the kobold squeaked with amusement. "I am an elder of this world whose bustling knowledge led his enlightened hands around a dragon's cock."

Vrelgor licked his snout. He felt a stirring between his legs as he thought back on how hard he spilled his essence. "You used some very unconventional methods to do it."

Dahrzin brushed that off. "Just a few tricks I learned. Nothing worth mentioning in any case. If you want real pleasure, you just have to ask. Anyway, I don't want to get under your scales at such inopportune moment. Thoughts like this can stir even someone as wise as me, and we both know what it means to fly unsheathed, yes?"

Vrelgor agreed with a growl. He earned a slap on his neck for that.

"Good, dragon. Good. I feel better, you know. Anger is like bad seed. It needs to be released, otherwise it builds up, pressing upon your tail harder and harder until your whole body feels like a boiling pot on the verge of cracking apart."

"Quite so," Vrelgor said. "Why were you angry?"

"A number of reasons," Dahrzin said. "The harness annoyed me quite a bit, and before that I spent more time than I planned to find out I'm missing half of the elixir. I had to brew it inside, of course. That's why I kept you waiting so long."

"I knew. That's why I remained outside, patiently waiting for your return."

"I am tempted to believe you, but with a tasty cock like that laying just within your reach, I don't blame you if your tongue decided to get reacquainted with it."

"My whole tail aches! If you thought I could release again so soon after your tail rubbed my insides, you will be disappointed to be disappointed!"

"Maybe. Just maybe," Dahrzin said. "Small reasons, these. Insignificant, you could say. The real issue is rooted deeper than many would expect, dragon."

"How deep?" Vrelgor asked.

"Deep enough to bring a chill up your spine. Now, I normally don't share my past with dragons, but we have a long flight ahead of us and very little in the means of entertainment, so I will indulge you with a taste of my past...as long as you're eager to hear me, of course."

"Anything is better than hearing my own wings," Vrelgor admitted.

"Good," Dahrzin leaned forward again to rest his belly upon the dragon's scaly neck. "You don't have to look at me. Just fly. Let my voice carry you into my tale. This one starts with a lone, starving kobold sneaking his way into a human city. You know what cities are, right?"

"Territories?" Vrelgor tried.

"Something like that. They're more like...establishments. Think back on my den, then imagine a thousand of them, all different in size and appearance. Wait. Let me back up a little bit. You have seen a human establishment, right?"

"Something they call a village. My brother took me to the plains once."

"That is enough. Villages are basic. This city is still one of the biggest. A pinnacle of human ingenuity and certainly a symbol of power. You don't carry stone from the faraway mountains if you can't protect yourself against dragons, yes?"

"Makes sense. Continue on."

"I am, if you stop getting in the way. I'm telling the story here, scale-head, so keep your opinions to a minimum. I was young enough to hunt when I stepped onto my first cobbled path, but still not capable of finding work. Humans despise kobolds. We're like rats to them, carrying filth and disease wherever we go. Back then, the humans were a bit more tolerant towards foreign species. They were still expanding their empire, and their leader was wiser than his predecessors. He knew he couldn't fight traitors and enemies and usurpers at the same time, so he made peace with everyone."

"I think my brother said something about that. Teregor the Blessed, founder of the Crescent Empire."

"It's the Sun Empire now, but thanks for the history lesson."

"But those events...they happened nearly half a century ago. How long do you-"

"Longer than humans, scale-head. Leave the sciences for later and listen to my tale. It's difficult enough to remember the details without your prattling snout scattering away all my memories."

Vrelgor apologized.

"Teregor preached equality, but on the streets, a different breed of law was in effect. I moved at night, talking to the few merchants brave or stupid enough to deal with otherkin. That's scale-heads, fur-paws, four-paws, anything other than a human. I started off as a simple smuggler. I moved things. But then word got around, and I had to deal with competition. Ferals like you , which are by the way what humans refer to as intelligent beasts-"

"I'm not a-"

"I know! Just keep it shut for the sake of my story!" Darhzin hissed. "A dragon started stepping on my toes. He was always faster than me and had the necessary strength to fight when he needed."

"RuSturak?" Vrelgor asked quickly.

"No, not him. I never learned his real name, but I called that one Night, because he was black and sneaky. Night worked during the night and hid during the day. You see, he was a wanted dragon, and not because he was the most charming creature around. The king does not appreciate dishonest trade. This dragon? He was filthy, just like me, and one night he angered me so much I just turned him over to the city guard."

"You...killed him?"

"I betrayed him, dragon. It's different than killing."

"What have the humans done to him?"

Dahrzin made a whoosing sound, then mashed his hands together. "Spear, straight to the neck. Even now I remember how he-"

"No," Vrelgor growled. "I don't want to know how you killed one of mine. Ever."

"That single bastard caused more pain than you can ever imagine. Putting him to sleep was a favor I did for the whole world. It also earned me an honest living."

"So that's why you did it? To get into a human's house?"

"Of course I did. I had to choose between a killer and me. You would have done the same if placed in my position."

"I wasn't."

"And I hope you will never be. Taking a life...it changes you, dragon. I had my reasons to do what I did, and knowing what I know now, I wouldn't change my choice. The past is irrelevant to me. I'm only digging it up because I tend to keep my word."

"Then keep on going. What did this benevolent human do for you?"

"Ardent Akarion. The last part is his name. Ardents are the heart that keeps the whole city going. They are like gryphon colonies in some aspects, living in a tight knit community bound by a single goal: to make their lives better, easer, and more enjoyable. Everything else is a side product of such work. Akarion was in the weaving trade. He made clothing for the humans -what you call furs- and he was paid well in return."

"So you made this cloth thing?"

"No," Dahrzin sighed. "Kobold workers? What have you done with your life? What tales have your parents told you? We're rats, now and always. If Akarion put me in a workstation, I would have chased away all his buyers. No, dragon...what I did to earn my meals was to clean the waste of dragons like you," Dahrzin's voice became graver. "I did the whole city a favor, and this is how they rewarded me: by throwing me into the stables with mindless beasts. I hated the smell of shit. I hated how piss stuck to my feet with every step I took...but only for the first days."

"You would be surprised to see how many things you can get used to. It took me a bit of time to see the beauty of my task. Akarion brought beasts from all corners of the world. He had dragons, basilisks, sand-crawlers, deer, wolves, felines. Everything you find in the forest existed in one of his stables, and each of these beasts was trained to be ridden."

"Did you?"

"What, ride one?" Dahrzin laughed. "Of course not. I wasn't bigger than I am now. Riding was only for honored guests. I was a servant to them, a shadow that made sure the stables were clean and the animals fed."

"You enjoyed it?"

"I got used to it," the kobold said. "The smell of waste isn't that bad when you have something over your head, a warm nest to sleep in or a hot meal served to you. I also got to see plenty of cocks."

Vrelgor's throat churned with amusement.

"I'm serious!" Dahrzin slapped the dragon's neck. "They might not be able to think like we do, but these beasts have needs, just like us. Some dragons remained hard for days, and humans are very easily startled by a the big spear of a needy male."

"Humans are strange. Do they not have cocks like we do?"

"They hide it under their clothes. It's forbidden to walk on their paths without something tied around your legs. Anyway, Akarion extended my duties. He asked me to make sure the hanging males are tended and the unsheathed ones are drained of their seed."

"That's where you learned your tricks?"

"Some of them," Dahrzin said. "I saw more cocks than I can count, and each has different particularities. Sometimes the tip is receptive. With other males, you have to insert something inside their slit or penetrate their tailholes to trigger the seed spilling process."

"You liked it."

"I certainly did, dragon..." Dahrzin let out a long sigh. "I hated beasts before, but they grew on me. Funny, right? Using that word after I stroke cocks taller than me. Akarion was pleased. For a whole season we provided buyers with a mount to ride upon, but something went wrong along the way."

Vrelgor narrowed his eyes. "Someone betrayed you."

"No, nothing like that yet," Darhzin said. "Akarion got interested in me. It baffled the mind. A human like him...a small king in his own right taking an interest in a rat...I knew something was wrong, but my young foolish self hoped for a blessing."

"What happened?"

"He started watching me through the windows. He never took long. Just a short visit during the night. But I heard groans. The kind that make your scales tingle. I wondered what he was doing, watching me tend to the beasts so late in the night, and a few days later my curiosity pushed me out of the stables. I eluded the guards, avoided the sentry's stare, and risked my life to find drops of seed on the grass. Human seed."

"He...he spilled? Why?"

"I asked myself the same until he summoned me in his private chambers. I was awed, you know. Kobolds who obtained a private visit with a human, least one as powerful as Akerion were few and far in between. I treaded upon the smoothest stone. I saw silk curtains, torches on the walls, the sweetest foods laying untouched on broad tables. I finally thought my life was turning."

"It wasn't?" Vrelgor looked back to see Dahrzin shake his head.

"Akerion shared nothing but his eyes with me. He told me three rules: avoid touching anything, avoid speaking anything, avoid doing anything unless I was told to."

"Strange."

"Not to me. He owned me, and he decided to enjoy me just like I enjoyed my beasts. On my first visit, he just watched. I turned around a few times, lifted my tail for him, parted my slit. I noticed the hunger in his eyes, and how he grew under his fine silky garments. He summoned me every week to look under my tail or inside my slit...but that no longer pleased him. He started asking me to pleasure myself."

"And you did..." Vrelgor said.

"It was easier than cleaning beast waste. He gave me a golden bowl. Told me to spill inside to avoid staining his Pearlstone floor. So I did what he asked, grabbing myself, going one stroke at a time until the heat leaked out of me in short, spurting streams."

Vrelgor closed his eyes, imagining the smell and taste of kobold seed.

"Akerion took the bowl from my hands, looked at it, smelled, then uncovered his big slimy cock."

"How does a human cock look like?"

"It was ugly. Hairy. Like a black bush around the base. The cock stared at me like a one-eyed beast, hungry for a touch. Akerion dipped two fingers into my seed, rubbed his bare head until it dripped, then told me to lick him as if I was one of the beasts from the stables. I was fortunate to experiment with the beasts before this, so I knew how to use my tongue where to insist, how to avoid hurting him with my teeth. For all his worth and might, Akerion lasted less in my mouth than I did before emptying myself in that golden bowl."

Vrelgor growled. He was amused, but slightly aroused too. "How did it taste like?"

"I must have misheard you, dragon. A human puts his cock in my mouth and the first thing you want to know is the taste?"

"I never interacted with humans, you know."

"You barely interacted with yourself!" Dahrzin shot back. "He was thick, and salty. Much saltier than you are. If you want a fair comparison, fly to the endless sea and take a gulp of that cold, delicious water. That's how human seed tastes like."

Vrelgor wasn't tempted to try that anytime soon. He flapped his wings steadily, trying not to distract the kobold from his tale.

"It was strange at first. Enticing too. I learned it was a human habit to reward servants who performed such type of duties, so I hoped that Akerion was going to offer me a better position, but he quickly grew bored with my tongue. He no longer greeted me when I entered his chambers, but asked me to reveal myself to him and spill my seed straight on the ground. Oh, he liked to see a panting male spurting his essence. I underestimated just how much he enjoyed these nightly visits."

"How?"

"Let's just say he was no longer interested in just watching me."

"He...raped you?"

"He put his hands on me. Told me a couple of lies while his fingers trailed down my back. He...entered my tailhole, one finger at a time, and he was dry and eager. I was in pain, yet my clutching tailhole was more important to him than my whimpers. He did not stop until he found my pleasure spot. With one hand he grabbed my cock, and with the other he pounded my tail until I exploded like one of his beasts."

Vrelgor saw the image in his mind. A little scared kobold abused by a grinning human.

"You should have left."

"And go where? I had no other place, dragon. Even with Akerion's nightly summons I was better fed and safer than I had ever been on my own. He was a necessary discomfort that earned me a day of bliss in exchange for a few moments of discomfort."

"A few?" Vrelgor hissed. "Somehow, I think he didn't stop at that."

"Of course not. He rammed me into one of his tables and rammed his thick cock into my tailhole days after he explored me. The sounds he made...I still remember them as if everything happened tomorrow," Darhzin slowly leaned along the dragon's neck. "I was laying like this...grabbing whatever I could with my trembling hands. His breath fell upon my head like a steam vent, hot and foul and moist. The whole table rocked with me. Screek, scraak, skreek, scraak, and he thrust, thrust, thrust, like an enraged beast that just discovered pleasure for the first time. My tailhole never felt so stiff before. I tried to hold him back, but..."

"You were not strong enough..."

Dahrzin sighed. "He bent me like a storm rolling over a field of grass. I counted the thrusts to take my mind off the pain, and every time I lost count near thirty, when his roughness got too much for me to handle. Akerion unleashed inside me as hard as any beast. He sometimes banged my snout into the table or pulled my tail, as if trying to show me who I belonged to."

Vrelgor couldn't help but snarl in disgust. "I hope you killed that beast."

"I never wanted to. Kobolds like me would line up for an opportunity such as this one. Akerion had my tail a few times, then got bored, as usual. He asked me to insert objects that resembled cocks inside my tailhole while he stroke himself before me without any shame or regret. Yet that wasn't even the worst part of the deal. He took me back to my stables and asked me to tend to my beasts. Oh, he saw me spilling their seed plenty of times, but now he wanted me to get mounted by them."

"He couldn't mean you to-"

"He did...dragon, he did... Size, shape, cock type...these things didn't matter to him. The first beast I got paired with was a wolf, a big friendly white I used to stroke every few days. Canines have weird cocks. They have this bulge near the base that grows like a stone, trapping the male inside the female, so I knew what to expect when that fluffy beast got on top of me. I felt his cock poke around me like a tongue, and with a single thrust, that tongue turned into the sharpest spear I took inside my tailhole. The wolf buried himself inside me. He grew as I winced and moaned, the sharp spurts of his warm seed pelting my aching insides with every spurt. That wolf prevented me to sit straight for a whole week, but Akerion never agreed to let me off so easily. Next night, I was back, with a dragon tasting the insides of my slit. The beast reminds me of you. He was very curious and aroused, seeking relief in my hands or my mouth. Akerion wanted me on my fours though, so I got down, turned my eyes to his big hairy cock and waited for the dragon to do what males do best."

Vrelgor closed his eyes.

"He sank inside me like a lightning bolt, the soft ridges lining his sides feeling like hot iron tearing through my aching tailhole. I was burning hot thanks to the wolf, and they enjoyed it. Akerion huffing like a beast, slamming his wet, dripping head with brutal thrusts of his own hand, and the dragon, moaning above me as if he had a spear lodged in his sides. The beast couldn't even last three five heartbeats. Third time he buried himself inside me he exploded like a thick waterfall, the flow of his seed crashing into me so hard I blacked out."

"But you woke up."

"I'm here, aren't I?" Dahrzin joked. "I'm too tough to die from anybody's cock, but that dragon made me bleed for the first time. No, he didn't bite me. His cock just happened to be too much for me to handle."

"He had to stop. Akerion had to be stopped by something or someone!"

"Oh, he realized we took things too far. The next time we visited the stables he let me handle a basilisk's cock. Never get involved with basilisks. Their tempers are as sharp as the hide protecting their bodies, and their cocks just as rough. It took me half a night to get that one to release his seed. Took it right in the face, then on the body, as Akerion instructed me. He was shouting orders at me from the side, all sweaty and panting while I got covered in wave after wave of basilisk seed. It's foul, like rotten fruits, and sticks to you like spider web. I had to spit it fast, otherwise it could choke me to death. Taking that basilisk on was probably worse than the dragon, but something good came out of it."

"What good can possibly come out-"

"I released," Dahrzin said, his voice acquiring an edge of pride. "Akerion told me to let the beast flood my slit, and I did...only the warmth stirred me more than I expected. My cock grew hard within seconds, and in the heat of the moment I pushed myself into the basilisk's spurting hole."

"You're saying...you really..."

"Yes, dragon. I fucked a basilisk's cock hole while he came, and it felt extremely fulfilling. There's nothing that matches the feeling of fresh seed ramming inside your slit while your own surges forth. Akerion was in tears, kneeling in front of me for making such striking discovery."

"I'm starting to hate that name."

"Don't hate it for long. A month or so after that one of his servants discovered us. Somebody had to take the fall, and it was certainly not going to be him. He prepared to put me on the executioner's log, but I knew his weakness...I took him to the stables one last time, luring him with the promise of yet another discovery. I was going to take a male dragon in the slit, and the old pervert could not keep his lust in check. I thrust into that moist, growly dragon, waiting for Akerion to get close enough to his peak, and when he did I slammed him with the beast's tail and sent him crashing into the ground.

"You killed him," Vrelgor said.

"With a basilisk's fang. Sharp things, those. Poked him through the neck and left him bleeding in his own stables while I fled into the night. The whole city was about to come searching for me. I killed one of the brightest men of their world, but they didn't know...none of them knew how rotten he was inside. Of all the things he put me through."

"It's over now. He's dead."

"Yes he is...and I yearn for the chance to stab him again. The bastard deserved everything that came his way."

Vrelgor waited for a bit, but Dahrzin seemed silent. Lost in thought, somehow.

"Have you managed to escape the city unharmed?"

"No. Every gate was closed as soon as the bells rang. I had to get off the streets. Disappear. And the only way I could do that was to affiliate myself with one of the rogue guilds. You don't know a thing about them, do you?"

"I'm sorry. If it's too much for you to-"

"No. I got this far, haven't I?" Dahrzin said. "The guild I became part of specialized in the kind of thing I practiced on Akerion. Assassins. Some of the best in the eastern kingdom. Some heard about my accomplishment before the sun rose in the sky. I was not surprised. They had eyes everywhere: the merchant who sold you meat was their man, the beggar in the corner. Everybody believed they were safe, but they didn't know what lurked in the shadows of their own city."

"Even I underestimated the power of this choice. The Black Feathers had no use for servants. In order to be one of them, I needed to become someone else. I needed to be...something else."

"You trained with them," Vrelgor stated."

"Trained?" Dahrzin chuckled. "Dragon, I envy your innocence. When I look upon you I am tempted to see a steel-forged killer. Most dragons are like your brother, but you...you're nothing more than a hatchling wearing an unfit legacy of destruction."

The kobold's words struck like heated arrows through his hide. He was right. The tiny creature riding upon his back was wiser than RuSturak and probably even more dangerous than Krelgor. Who was this Dahrzin? Could he even be trusted?

"Apologies," his little hand rubbed around a patch of scales. "I got too deep into the wrong kind of memories. Pain is like the desert you saw around my mountain. It drains you. Best not to dwell on such gloomy thoughts. I'll tell you more about that later. Stirring up all these memories irritated me a bit more than I initially expected. Just fly. Find us a better current. This one is starting to get on my nerves."

Vrelgor descended towards the lower skies. The winds were getting colder, wilder, and he had to work more to maintain his altitude. Long minutes passed, then minutes turned into hours. The glistening starts, a comforting presence in the blackened sky, became a pestering sight to the dragon's increasingly tired eyes. His wings burned in their joints. Every movement hurt, though flapping them was more painful than keeping the membrane flared in a constant glide.

"Land," Dahrzin suddenly said.

"I can still-"

"That was not a suggestion, dragon. You are already wobbling. Do you want to risk the safety of my satchels?"

"But we're so close..."

"Land, now."

Vrelgor angled into a soft descent. When his feet met solid ground, he fell on his belly, growling in relief.

"I'll look around for some hares," the kobold hopped off. "Mind yourself, alright?"

"I won't leave this spot."

"I meant walking. Get up. Flutter your wings. It will help more than keeping them stiff."

But the embrace of the ground felt so good. Vrelgor looked at Dahrzin's departing form for a few moments, then his eyes grew heavy, and he closed them, drifting towards a place where pain was inexistent.

"Kreeeeek!"

Vrelgor's head shot up. He looked around, snout trembling with a vicious growl.

"Calm yourself. It's just me."

Vrelgor's eyes settled on Dahrzin's tiny form. "I know, you're angry, but I was angry too when I found you sleeping your tail off. How are your wings?"

The dragon flapped them a few times. "Still hurting."

"Naka'rak vak. Here," the kobold extended a hand. "Push down your wing. Let me work some heat into your muscles."

"You'll have to get on my back."

The kobold got up there with a leap, and immediately started putting his hands to use, rubbing into the tense muscles with surprising force.

"Graaaaaarrrr," Vrelgor's claws dug into the ground.

"Feels good?"

"More than good. Keep on...doing whatever it is you're doing."

Dahrzin went over each muscle, starting at the base, then working his way up along the wing's joint. For Vrelgor, such an intense massage stirred more than his senses. His slit parted with a squelch to make room for his growing erection, and when his sensitive head buried into the ground, Vrelgor leaned back, causing the kobold to slide with a screechy curse.

"You can't even keep your back straight now?"

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

"You're incompetent, tired, and..." Dahrzin's eyes narrowed as he spotted the wet erection pulsating between the dragon's legs. "Hard..." he said on a softer voice.

"It's nothing more than a distraction."

"But of course," the kobold said with a raised finger. "An annoying distraction. That's why we have to get rid of it."

Before Vrelgor got the meaning of that, Dahrzin's hands grabbed his cock. His tip flared with intense pleasure while his middle tightened under the ripples of pressure.

"Nrrrrrrrhhhhh..."

"By the furies, you're wetter than a female. Should take ten, maybe twenty strokes before you-"

"Naaarrrrr!" Vrelgor flapped his wings, trying to shove the kobold back, but he was insistent, holding onto that cock as if it was a precious treasure.

"I'm trying to help, you stupid, reckless beast-"

The heat felt so good. The kobold's arm rolled around the sensitive head like a ball of flesh, triggering sharp throbs that strengthened the dragon's tense frame. Little by little, Vrelgor was growing weaker, his instincts buried underneath the urge to cum.

"I...grrr...I don't want to spill. Please, take your hands off before..."

Dahrzin pulled back. "Why?" he folded his arms, messy as they were. "You said it yourself. It's a distraction."

"Releasing makes me weak. I want to get to him, Dahrzin. I want to...to heal my friend, who's in pain...who...is waiting right now for both of us."

"Asheeek! We'll have it your way then, but you have to give me at least a taste. I've been talking about cum and beasts for too long without-"

"Just...do what you have to do."

Vrelgor wanted to look away, to distract himself, but the kobold's opening maw was too much of an enticing sight. Dahrzin licked his lips, then took the barbed head into the depths of his maw. Slick heat immediately enveloped the dragon's bare head.

Vrelgor threw his head up, his entire body tensing under the ripples of intense pleasure that ran along his cock.

"Mrrrooooaaaaarrrr!" he growled with sheer need as the kobold's tongue rolled around his sensitive barbs. The soft nubs of flesh tensed at the contact and remained in a constant state of thrumming arousal due to the kobold's suckling lips. Dahrzin was noticeably hungry, but Vrelgor didn't quite expect his tongue to be so careless. It rushed straight into his cock hole, a place where nothing ever touched him before. The sensitivity of his cock suddenly spiked. A wave of potent fluid traveled along his bloating erection to push the kobold back with a messy choke.

Dahrzin's mouth dribbled with translucent ropes. "So thick..." he tried to swallow whatever he could. "Your pre-seed is so thick!"

Vrelgor kept clawing at the ground. The instinct to cum rammed into his tail with every throb. If Dahrzin touched him now, he would stand no chance at resisting. He would cum.

"Ready?" the kobold asked instead.

Vrelgor's shivering body answered louder than words.

"We'll wait a bit for you to calm down. I'm...kareek shakal, it's my fault. I shouldn't have been so...naraaaaaak rak rak rak!"

After Dahrzin vented out and Vrelgor's erection subsided to manageable levels, they took to the skies once more.

***END OF CHAPTER 5***

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