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Riien yawned and stretched all the way through his brown kobold arms, back, legs and tail as the light of the morning sun woke him. As he rubbed his eyes, he admired the way the rays glistened over the river in the early light through fog, casting a beautiful glow over the valley. It hadn't been long since he'd been chosen by his admired dragon master to be a personal attendant. It had truly been an honour to be selected by Torreth Goldclaw, and he knew he'd be the envy of many in this small kobold tribe under their master's protection. He and the others loved nothing more than to serve--and yes, worship--their mighty master. And while they farmed his food, attended to his lair and served him and his needs, they were granted his protection from the myriad dangers of the outside world. So it had been for countless generations, longer than any member of the tribe could remember.

It seemed that Riien, now an adult, had caught the gold dragon's attention in the last few seasons. He blushed when Torreth's deep blue eyes graced him and he could almost feel the jealousy of the others, having been given the privilege of closely serving the ancient dragon. From talks with the others of his tribe in hushed tones, Riien knew that he was not the only one who shared a deep, dark fantasy: becoming one with his master. His desire had only grown stronger since Torreth had begun to reward him with an affectionate lick as he finished polishing the dragon's golden scales. The touch of that soft, warm tongue on him... The thought of it made him shudder in delight and he yearned to feel it again. On his head, on his back, his front, anywhere... he would give himself over to the dragon completely if Torreth so desired! And serve his every need, obey his every command, no matter how... Riien blushed at the thought.

Entering the lair of their master and maintaining its order and cleanliness was the task of Riien and a small number of selected others once they heard Torreth awake this morning. The mere thought of being in the powerful dragon's presence gave Riien a thrill, and as he stepped inside, he could smell the enthralling dragonscent. It was almost difficult to make sure he achieved his task; such was the euphoria he felt being near the magnificent dragon. Oh, the thoughts and dreams Riien had of how he could serve Torreth. He tried not to stare too much as Torreth opened his maw in a yawn, showing his teeth, his tongue, his throat... The kobold could see the saliva stretching and snapping between those glistening jaws. Did he... Did he deeply desire, just maybe, to be between them?

After bowing deeply to their master, the small team of kobolds gathered Torreth's bedding in their arms--a beautiful collection of materials of the dragon's fine taste--and began to make their way back outside to wash them in the river. The eager servants had gathered up most of the items, Riien being a little too distracted by the presence of the wonderful dragon himself to gather up his share before the others, and so was left to him to carry the last of them. He smiled to himself, knowing he would enjoy appreciating the scent of the garment as he carried it to the river.

With one of his companions beckoning to him as he turned to leave, Riien was startled to find the dragon's tail in his path. Tilting his head in confusion, he looked back to see Torreth gently dismissing his companion with a paw. And then he heard the dragon's deep, smooth voice.

'You're staying behind today, my loyal one,' he rumbled. 'You'll be attending me this morning.'

Riien felt his face blushing as he listened to the dragon, stammering his words, the thrill he felt in his chest making him tremble.

'Of--of course, Master!'

The scale polish was kept close by on a shelf, and Riien wasted little time making his way to fetch the tools he needed. He'd polish Torreth's scales to the best of his ability but, once again, he found the dragon blocking his way, this time with a paw. The purring snout of his master leaned close and licked him over the shoulder. Immediately, Riien's knees felt a little weak and he swished his tail excitedly.

'You won't need those to attend me this time, little one,' he heard Torreth's beautiful voice say. And the powerful paw drew him close to the dragon's underside, against his belly. The submissive kobold blushed deeply as the dragon's voice spoke again. 'Lick.'

Riien obeyed immediately. His tongue licked and lapped against the dragon's soft, smooth underside, the kobold lavishing it devotedly with affection. The deep purrs of his master in response only encouraged him, and he nuzzled against that beautiful, warm belly, tongue stroking repeatedly against the soft surface. Riien couldn't imagine a more rewarding gift from his master! He felt giddy as the dragon's paw stroked him down his back like a pet, the dragon's touch sending warm, blissful feelings through him.

Torreth's commands, however, did not end with belly-licking. No: the dragon had other plans for this kobold. He smiled, thinking it must have been something about the kobold's reverent manner that brought out his affection for the devoted little creature.

'Now lower,' the dragon commanded. If the kobold's blush had been slight before, now it was deep. The dragon's intoxicating scent became only stronger the lower he went. Riien had never expected to realise his deepest fantasies like this, and he moaned with desire as he drew closer to the dragon's nethers. He took in the dragon scent deeply. It was powerful, masculine... His snout sniffed and his tongue licked between Torreth's hind legs with absolute devotion, drawing a groan of pleasure from the dragon. However his foray into the dragon's beautiful maleslit was cut short, drawing a curious 'mmf?' from the kobold as he was drawn further down by the powerful paw.

The sight and scent Riien was greeted with almost made him swoon. He moaned with desire, greeted by the dragon's dark tailhole. Drawing in the musky scent made him feel weak with want, and his soft tongue began licking. The kobold only hoped that Torreth would find his worship sufficient; the dragon's deep growling told him that his devotion was worthy. Riien panted, lavishing his master's beautiful tailhole with lick after lick, lap after lap, smelling and tasting the dragon's musky nethers giddily.

Smelling a new scent, Riien felt a thrill as he saw his master's slit had parted to reveal the most tantalising sight - his beautiful, thick dragon spire. It glistened, moist in the low morning light. Looking up with a little whimper, Riien glimpsed the dragon's smirk, Torreth's paw lifting him higher to worship the magnificent dragon shaft. And so, with his paws around it, the kobold began bestowing it with the utmost affection, licking, lapping, worshipping. Revelling in the taste of his master's pre, making him shudder in delight. It was too big for him to fit his mouth around, so he settled for licking and worshipping the head, his tongue lapping warmly and devotedly over the delicious dragon member.

After Torreth had had enough, his paw once again lifted Riien and placed him against the dragon's underside. With his head pushed against the dragon's belly, he felt a deep rumbling. 'I'm hungry, my little servant, and you are far too tasty,' he heard Torreth's voice croon. 'Lick my belly well, for you will soon be within.'

Riien whimpered as he saw the powerful dragon look him over hungrily, licking his snout at his soon-to-be meal. The kobold took a sharp breath, trembling. As he lavished his beloved master's belly in another round of devoted slurping, his mind raced. Was he really going to be his master's meal? Such a deep, dark desire was one he had only ever dreamed of... He wanted to feel Torreth's tongue on him, all over him, and feel the warmth inside his maw, and in his throat, and--and finally, be inside his belly...

Deep in thoughts and licking, the kobold was startled as the dragon took him in his paw, purring deeply, Riien's vulnerable front exposed. All the little kobold could see was the dragon's imposing face in front of him as that snout leaned down to sniff... Over his front, his chest, his belly and even between his legs. The dragon took in the scent of his kobold prey, making Riien whine with a mixture of overwhelming excitement and arousal. Content rumbling told him that his master was satisfied with his aroma, and soon Torreth's beautiful, slick tongue followed, licking lazily over the kobold's front and leaving him glistening with the dragon's saliva. Again he was licked--then again, and again. He was being slurped, tasted and evaluated as a meal for his master. Riien arched his back and whimpered, drawing a hungry growl and more licks from the warm, slick dragon tongue against him. With every lick, Riien could feel his master's slimy tongue sensually stroking him over, so big that it almost covered him completely. And the sound of it was slick and lewd, making him blush deeply. Panting, the kobold squirmed in Torreth's paw, blushing furiously as the dragon tasted his intense arousal, dripping with sweet kobold pre. He could feel the dragon's hot breath on him; it made him moan with desire, and he shuddered from the repeated licking all over.

'Such a tasty one you are... Delicious.' Torreth drew back and smirked at the panting kobold in his paw, licking his snout wetly in anticipation. His dragon belly rumbled with hunger, prompting Torreth to lie on his back and hold his submissive servant above him. He enjoying licking Riien's belly, the kobold now coated in saliva. Hot, thick dragon breath huffed against his front. Riien gasped and whined as the maw below him opened, showing him the slimy interior and dark, glistening throat. That was where his fate lay. With a purr, the dragon lowered Riien into his slimy awaiting maw and gently closed his jaws around him, playfully slurping up his tail until the kobold was trapped inside.

Riien moaned, now locked in the darkness of his master's mouth, and he squeaked again as the tongue lifted him to the roof of the dragon's maw and pressed firmly against his front, lewdly licking him all over, even over his aroused crotch. Slick, wet sounds enveloped the kobold as the dragon's tongue pressed up against him like a slimy bed. Torreth seemed to enjoy the taste between Riien's legs as his tongue returned there repeatedly to slurp and caress. The kobold could only give into his desires, so aroused he was by the dragon's tongue, the movement of his hips drawing a pleased rumble from Torreth. Torreth's slimy muscle against him drew the kobold into a fever pitch of pleasure, making him moan with intense lust. He knew he would soon be swallowed alive, he'd be his master's meal, and he would serve Torreth well in his belly.

Feeling his prey squirm in his maw, Torreth tilted back his head and let Riien slide slickly down towards his throat, feeling the little kobold buck inside. Riien cried out in climax, so coated in saliva, slick and slimy, against that tongue, against the tight flesh of dragon throat. His sweet release added a satisfying flavour to him; savoured briefly before he was swallowed alive. His climax continued as he slid downwards in the dragon's tight throat on the way to Torreth's awaiting stomach, hearing the wet, slimy sounds all the way down.

Riien's powerful climax only subsided once he was deposited into his master's belly - the same belly he had been licking just moments ago. Shuddering, the kobold nuzzled up against the belly walls in devotion, his innate biological need to serve his master supremely satisfied in knowing he would be digested as the dragon's meal. As he nestled into his new home to sleep, Riien moaned softly at the groaning, gurgling sounds of the belly around him. Soon, he felt the soothing stroking of Torreth's paw against him, making him whimper as he was pressed into the slick, hungry flesh.

Rubbing his belly with a satisfied sigh, Torreth leisurely rang the bell to call his servants. With gasps and moans of jealous desire at seeing the bulge in their master's belly, the others made haste to attend to him. To pick up where Riien left off, to pleasure their beloved master at his belly and his nethers. Torreth smirked, knowing they only wished to be treated as Riien had been, and he rumbled with satisfaction at the knowledge he had so many eager to serve him so.

As he relaxed with the attention of his devoted kobolds, Torreth smiled to himself. Tomorrow, he would choose a new attendant...