Taking Risks
#2 of Dragon's Flight
Risk
I moved down the tunnel quickly eyes sharp for any traps or signs of passage. I had traveled this route for 2 long waking periods, and was reaching the limits of my endurance, finding a safe fortifiable place or not. The clan needed a new place, we had fled the last as human adventures had stormed it, killing all of the clan's fighters who covered the retreat of the children and non combat able clan's folk. Of the mature kobolds of her clan the only ones left who were able to fight were her and another hunter who had been out seeking meat for the clan.
Walking into an open area I paused, finding a large cavern chamber. There was a faint musky scent that I didn't recognize in the air, and humidity. Carefully looking about from where I was, I spotted a large pool of water and sand that had been disturbed. Looking around more I noted much of the cavern's floor was covered in sand, unusual for so deep in the cave system, especially with no signs of life.
Moving into the cavern slowly I watched the disturbed sand wondering if some predator had buried itself in the sand. It would be odd, given no other signs of life, but not unknown. I crouched down at the edge of the disturbance trying to get a feel for what had been here. It had been large, the prints from pawed feet easily twice the size of my own. It looked to have rolled around in the sand for much of its time in the chamber and in one spot left something crusty in the sand.
Leaning in and sniffing it was the source of the musky smell. Sniffing closer it was a spicy musk not unlike a male kobolds seed, but held more of something I could not define. I couldn't place what the more was but one thing I was sure of, no kobold had spilled this much seed all at once. There had to be at least a medium sized water skins worth of the stuff dried here. As I moved on from that puzzle I realized what the more was and growled softly, a hand slipping under my lion cloth to rub my slit, just a bit wet with desire. The scent had been that of power, strength and, vertility. Being in season it made parts of me wet just smelling the dried remains of the mess.
I pulled my hand away aware that this wasn't a good place to be distracted, and the clan need me to hurry. That awareness didn't change the ache in my lions though. I pushed thoughts of what might have been had the clan not been attacked and searched around the cavern some more. Oddly while I could find tracks leaving the cavern I could not find them entering. How had the beast gotten in here?
Putting the question aside I needed to learn what it was if the clan was to come this way, so I followed the prints out of the cavern, leaving the other way to be explored at a later point. It was a long trek to find where the prints lead, though outside of the room with sand there was little in the way to mark its passing. When I found it I was shocked at what I saw.
A being I had only known from stories slept restlessly in front of me. The dragon was a deep shiny red scaled beast, twitching in his sleep oddly as if running. No I realized running wasn't it, his hips were doing most of the twitching, and moving to one side there was just enough space to see he was erect. His male member was as long as my arm easily and almost as thick as my thigh at the base. Its length tapered up to a tip no bigger than a slightly thick kobold finger though, and it was covered almost from tip to base with prominent ridges, and was somewhat s shaped like a kobolds member. He moaned in his sleep a sound filled with aching need it seemed to me and I watched a little fluid dribble from his tip.
I wondered if I should wake him, or let a sleeping dragon lie. On one hand if he could be convinced to help, it would be a great boon to the clan. On the other hand he could end me in an instant. Before I could decide his nostrils flared and his eyes snapped open, focusing on me. He rolled onto his belly hiding his hardness after a moment and I thought maybe looked embarrassed.
I knelt and put my head down and gave him a greeting of old as given to me through the stories of the tribe. "Greetings Great One, this humble kobold is Risk. May I be of service?"
The dragon blinked at me a few times looking confused, before responding, "Service?"
Head still down I nodded, "Yes Great One, it is clear you are in need."
"Need?" he asked still clearly confused. I saw it the moment he caught my scent his nostrils flared, he rose to all fours. He seemed to approach me as if in a trance and his head pressed against my chest as he drew a deep breath shuddering. "You smell like," there was a long pause as he breathed my scent in and shivered, "You smell like," and he trailed off. One foreleg lifted and reached back to his length.
"I could help you with that Great One, if you would let this small one speak after?" I asked. I did not say that his warm breaths rolling over me and his own scent was making me embarrassingly wet, and wishing his maleness was not so large.
He simply groaned and sat his hunches down, his length more visible once more to me. His other paw lifted me up and his head slid down my chest to sniff between my legs. I couldn't help the gasp even through the loincloth his hot breath made my knees weak. He nipped the cloth and tugged it away, a popping noise coming from my only garment signaling its demise. Naked of all but the bow on my back in front of the dragon and unsure what to do I froze. Then his nose nudged into my groin and his tongue licked my slit, bringing a gasp from me. His second lick parted the lips of my sex and his forked tongue opened me a little as it pressed in. When he pulled it out, the rough skin dragged across my pleasure bud and I quivered, happily I was not standing under my own power for I felt boneless.
His third lick opened me more and got deeper into my slit and I felt the muscles in my belly quiver as I moaned deeply. Gripping two of the small horns on his head to keep from collapsing I tried to speak, but his next lick turned it into a needy moan. His tongue left me tingling in a most pleasant way, unlike anything I had achieved. Suddenly the dragon put me down and pushed me onto my back and stepped over me. I felt a small shiver of fear, for his cock thrust at me and I knew he was simply too big for me to handle. Reaching up with my feet I ran my toes along his hardness electing a groan from him and ribbons of clear fluid dripping onto me from his tip, as well as a needy bucking of his hips.
I kept my toes on his shaft as he bucked and grasped him behind his tip with my hands. I felt him pull back before he thrust again and his tip rubbed along my muzzle leaving a line of slickness. I had some experience with giving males pleasure with my mouth and so opened my mouth and licked his tip. The response was a reflexive buck of the hips that made me glad he wasn't inside of my slit, as I slide on the floor. Something in his fluids made my lips tingle in a pleasant way and I licked again; wanting more, wanting him inside me, as insane as that was.
He whined and bucked his hips again and this time I tried taking it into my mouth, my long tongue curling about his tip, sliding along it. His whine was full of urgent need and his hips bucked again sliding me along the tunnel floor again. I hadn't meant to take as much as his thrust left in my mouth but I worked him with my tongue as I had other males. My own need drove me to rub my slit along the ridges of his shaft even as he bucked again. I think we both whined needfully again. Even in my fertile time I had never felt such great need for a male in me.
I suculed his tip urgently and rubbed my slit on his shaft even as he bucked with his own urgencey for a time. I lost all sense of time in the simple rutting we participated in. When I came it was like nothing I had experienced before with my fingers. The waves of pleasure crashing over me became my world until suddenly my mouth was full of fluids as a jet of his seed erupted into my muzzle. Foolishly I tried to swallow as if he was a male kobold but it was too much and his next spurt caught me in mid swallow. I gagged and hacked as I ended up sprutting seed out my nose. His seed gushed out of my mouth, a spill of thick hot sticky fluids, and while gagging and hacking trying to clear some I definitely breathed some in.
I rolled to my hands and knees his seed drooling out of me in thick sticky strands and I tried to breath. Even choking as I was, I felt amazing. Don't ask how I could notice that as I was choking on his seed, but I did.
Aiden
I dono how long I stood there in post orgasmic bliss before coming back to myself, the orgasm had been amazing. It was the coughing and hacking that pulled me out of the nirvana I felt like I had found. I looked down at her in shock on her hands and knees coughing up my seed into an already prodigus puddle. "Shit, Im sorry," and patted her lightly on her back. Well, I thought it was lightly, but the pat drover her face first into the puddle with a yip of surprise.
I quickly picked her up and hung her upside down, "Um hope this helps?" I said sheepishly. As she sputtered but sounded better to me I took a moment to examine her closely. Her scales had a yellow tone I had seen in a type of amber called butter amber, and she had no chest to speak of unlike a human female. Her pussy was a tight looking slit that was currently coated in a musky sticky fluid that smelled of her. What she smelled like was more easily described as an vidio clip, that of a nakid Ms America rubbing her self agaist me going, "Fuck me my sweet lover!" It was talking directly to my dick and I knew if I didn't distract myself my dick would get over the work out it just had and demand some more of that heavenly sex. Her eyes were saphire blue.
She seemed to be getting her ability to breath clearly back and I put her down on a clean patch of floor. She settled back onto her short thick tail some and wiped cum from her nose, where it was still leaking out. She took a few moments more to compose herself and I took a moment to look around for a loin cloth I vaguely recall seeing before lust had addled my brain. I found it in the pool of seed and handed to her sheepishly not sure in its state if she would want it.
She looked at it and took it, I watched her give it a quick examination and she sighed as she found the belt. Her examination let me see it was simply a short length of light leather folded over a now broken belt, for the purposes of modesty it seemed lacking to me. It also had a quiver of small arrows that had been on the belt and that she had a bow still still slung on her back with light weight cords of leather. Outside of the bow all she wore was a lot of my jizz. I gave her a sheepish look, and said, "Sorry about your clothes."
She cocked her head quizzically and said, "Great One?"
"Your cloths? The loincloth?" I asked her.
She brightened, "Ah no worries Great One." She ran one clawed finger though the jizz and gave me what I thought an embarrassed smile, "I don't think it would hide anything right now."
"Ah I guess not." I answered her with an embarrassed grin, while trying to think of anything else than the fact that she smelled and looked hot. Would human women still look desirable to me I wondered. No, no stop that that's not any better to think about. I tried to think of multiplication tables.
"Great One, beg of you a moment of your time." She knelt again right there in front of me where her scent filled my nose and had my cock stirring despite my desperate attempts to work large number multiplication in my head. It didn't help that she was just outside of the prodigious pool of jizz I had produced.
Taking a step back, "How can I help you?" Years of customer service work making a default answer easy.
"Great One my clan was attacked and I and another hunter are the only ones left to defend it. We are pursued by the worshipers of the One God, a slaving party we think. We need a place to hide or someone to defend us," she explained hopefully.
Well that was an effective cold shower at least. "So thy need help right now?"
She nodded and opened her mouth to say more but I cut her off, "Well climb up, you can explain more as we go." She looked shocked and just stood there with her mouth hanging open, and I put a paw hand behind her back and herded her till she was alongside. "Come on times awasting."
She looked at me uncertinaly her mouth opening and closing. "What? Spit it out I promise I'll not get angry at you."
She ducked her head, "I am unworthy of such an honor Great One."
"I see. How about this, Get on my back if you want help." I told her impatiently. I swear she still hesitated for a moment before clambering up on my back. "There you go!" I said happlily and I started off down the tunnel at a jog. I interrogated her about how far away we were and what she thought I should expect when I got there. Outside of pausing for her to clean up a little and drink our fill of water and in the chamber I had awoken in as a dragon we did not pause in our journey. I knew somehow that it had taken us a little less than 10 hours to travel back to where she had been.
Risk
After the Great One had asked his questions of my he settled into two paces, one fast and the other much faster, and I did not get the impression he was going as fast as he could so much as fast as he could sustain. It took time for me to get used to the rhythm of each pace and while novile once I adjusted to riding the Great One my mind wandered.
When he sped up I had to move with him a lot more, and I found myself sliding back and forth along his neck, his larger spine scales rubbing my slit. At first I managed to ignore it, but with my fertile time on me after a time it became a form of slow torcher. Worse still was it left me sopping wet something I was sure the Great One was aware of, for I was dripping on him. The third time after he had realized each time he speed up I was getting wet and breathing faster as I worked not to enjoy it too much, he didn't slow.
The slide and bump of each scale along my slit stimulated the hard nub inside, and as he drew out this burst of speed my breathing became ragged, my slit and thighs slick to the point of dripping down his sides. I could feel the growing orgasm building and tried to shift to get it to stop but he was not some saddled domestic animal with stirrups I might have lifted myself up in. Unable to hold it back any longer I gasped as I came my juices making a large mess on his neck and shoulders, and he slowed down after my gasp.
"Better?" the Great One asked of me. It seemed odd that he should be so solicitus of me.
"You honor this unworthy kobold Great One." I told him. All kobolds were taught that in the presence of Great Ones, defrance was key not not being eat as quickly. That a young dragon, a male at that, should work to pleasure one such as I was unheard of. Dragon's were great protectors of clans, but we served them for that protection and it came with the price of being around something truly dangerous.
He snorted, "I will take that as a yes. Good. Every time you got wet, I was getting hard, and turns out walking and trotting with an erection is both uncomfortable and frustrating."
Uncertain how to respond to that I hesitantly said, "I am sorry Great One?"
"You owe me some relief when we have time and opportunity. Now why do you keep calling me Great One?" he asked of me.
"Is it not how one address your kind Great One?" I asked him. Was I offending him?
"It's like Sir or Ma'am?" he asked, real interest in his voice.
"Oh no Great One! I would never address you with such familiarity." I said feeling like I might be on firmer ground here. He seemed like an amiable Great One but I did not relish being a snack.
He sighed, picking up his pace again, "I can smell more of your kind in the air we are getting close and call me Aiden."
I was shocked, he wanted me to call him by name? But then the rest of his sentence registered and I bit me lip. Would we be in time? That thought was followed be a hollow booming sound and with it air blasting into my face.
Even before I could get out, "A mages fire spell!" he broke into a bounding run, and it became all I could do to hang on. We charged into the cavern where the clan had been waiting for the return of it's two scouts. The cavern was in pandemonium, children running everywhere. A mage was visible by torch light on the far side of the cavern and was already starting a new spell.
Aiden came to a halt and ROARED loud enough that dust rose up off the floor of the cavern. He instantly had everyone's attention and as his head swept the room I saw something that made me all but fall off his back. His eyes green eyes glowed visibly, lit I thought by pure rage at what he saw. I felt him inhale a great breath and rear up onto his hindlegs as he looked at the mage who held a point of fire on his finger tip. It was all the warning anyone go before a great lance of blue white flames issued forth from his muzzle, sounding like a thousand campfires in a gale force winds. There was a short high pitched scream from the mage as dragon fire rolled over him, and lit him like he was old dried wood.
The mages spell went off, a spark of red and orange flames amongst the blue white, and a ball of fire engulfed a part of the group of human adventures. Suddenly many of the humans were screaming, sounding panicked. I fell off Aiden as he leapt forward and with a flap of his wings covered the cavern in a single bound. Aiden's head flashed forward and a man in heavy plates of armor, who was shouting orders, let out a high pitched scream as his shoulder was clamped in Aiden's maw. Lifting the man up off the ground even as metal squealed with popping noises, he shook the man as I had seen a warg shake a deer. With a fleshy ripping sound the man came loose from Aiden's hold minus an arm and what looked to be a large chunk of the man's upper chest. What was left of the human fountained blood as the body crashed to the ground with a bonelessness that said to me he would not rise again.
A second armored human ran up to the dragon and swung his sword in a great two handed over head chop. The blade landed with a metallic thud and rebounded from his scales. Aiden grabbed the man's leg with one hand and threw him at a human archer taking aim at him. The man flew twenty feet pinwheeling through the air swearing as he went. He hit the archer and they went down in a tangle of limbs, the sound of bones snapping clear over the sounds of battle. A fifth member of the group, a priest of some kind, got of a spell that sent a bolt of white radiance flashing into Aiden with a sharp cracking boom, the light blinding me.
Aiden growled a deep rumbling sound that was filled with a primal menace that almost made me shit myself, before the sound of his flames lancing out brought a short scream. Stepping back trying to blink the spots out of my eyes I heard what I thought was the last man go down screaming in agony that was quickly silenced. It took long moments before I could see again, and Clan Elder Lightfoot was next to me. She listened to all around her and often moved as if she could still see her hearing was so sharp. "Elder?"
"You found quite an unusual friend. I didn't think there were any Great Ones left in these mountains," her voice was soft but firm, for all that age had taken her sight she was still quite healthy over all. "Go, loot the bodies child, perhaps there will be something of use left. Hammer is gathering those of us who are left back together. Hammer mentioned that they had one of those floating disks, keep an eye out for that as well if you would. I will go speak to the Great One."
"Yes Elder. He wishes to be addressed as Aiden," I offered before looking to the bodies. It would be a somewhat messy task, given the condition of some of them.
Aiden
I looked at the carnage I had brought to the field of battle with shock. I could clearly remember each action, but not the thought processes that lead to taking them. I hadn't hesitated, hadn't tried talking to them, just attacked. The rage I had felt had been overwhelming at seeing the humans attacking the kobold young and it had lead me into battle. In the haze of that rage I had done some horrible things. The taste of human blood in my mouth was still strong and the nauseating fact that I could confirm now that why yes humans did taste a lot like pork.
My stomach rebelled. I am not sure but thought it was less my body and more my conscious mind, having fits over what I had done, but reasons aside, I turned away from the kobolds and hurled. Turns out a dragon puking sounds a lot like a cat but larger when vomiting up chunks. I took a while to clear it all from my system, and can say that dragon stomach acid is just as revolting a flavor as human.
Once I had stopped up chucking I stepped away from the mess still feeling queasy, to find an old black scaled kobold female standing near by watching me. She asked in a soft voice, "Unwell great one? Is there anything we could do to help?"
My stomach rolling again had me gasping, "Water if you have it?"
My breath had to be awful but she didn't bat an eye. "I am afraid we ran out last rest period," she paused before saying, "Aiden."
Snorting I did best to keep the bile that wanted to come up, down, "That's not good. We are most of a day from the nearest water I know of. What else are you short of?"
"We ran out of food the rest period before that. Unless Risk has found something we are going to be in a very bad way as her brother reported in just before the attack and he had found nothing."
I hmmmed and listened to the activity in the cavern. At some point the light the human's had, had gone out. "How many of you are there?" I didn't want to admit the cave was noisy enough I was unsure just how many were moving about.
She answered cocking her head slightly and answered with sadness in her voice, "No more than a dozen Aiden, and few of them our little ones."
"I see," I responded not aware of how much anger was boiling up until my lashing tail took out a stalagmit, sending shards flying. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. I had always had a short fuse but this was more than I was used to. My blood pounded in my ears, and even in the darkness I could see red for a long moment. Perhaps longer than a moment for when I got some sense of real control back, I became aware of a small hand stroking just behind my jaw. The feel of her hand on me, for it was the old black scaled kobold, was oddly very soothing, and I heard her repeating, "Come back to yourself great one. You have already given them to Nemesis with tooth and claw. There is nothing more to be done."
I shamelessly let her stroke behind my jaw; it felt nice, almost like a back rub. The spot didn't feel tender or anything just the gentle strokes were delightful for some reason. "Nemesis?"
"The goddess of vengeance. I think she would be pleased by your actions this day, Great One. I am glad you are back with us, you have great rage for one so young." She kept stroking and I had to resist not leaning into it, for fear of knocking her over.
Not sure how to respond to the young comment, I changed tracks and suggested, "I could probably carry you all to water before thirst takes you all." It was all I had, and I did not want to see them suffer.
She paused in her stroking and seemed shocked, when she replied, "You would do us this honor?"
"To see you safely to water? Is there some better way to help?" I shamelessly rubbed against her hand hoping she would go back to stroking.
She did start stroking, even as she answered, "No Aiden, not that I can think of."
The kobolds had few in the war of belongings left, but they did come up with a floating disk that smelled like it might have been brass, but they piled what little they had on it and it was pulled along. By the time we got to the pond of glowing water they were all week with thirst, even after Risk had passed around her water skin.
My epic hunting skills managed to bring home two large mountain sheep, if not in the best condition. This time at least I managed not to crash into anything while getting them, so we all got to eat, if not really enough I think. We all dropped into slumber over time I think. I am unsure because I was exhausted, a fight, running around, hunting and carrying kobolds had taken a lot out of me.