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The stench of old blood and rotting bodies permeated the damp, dark castle, and Rory found himself scrunching up his snout. Being a treasure hunter had many perks, but if he had to list one thing he hated the most, it would be the godawful smell of all those who came before him, but never left. And castles especially were usually full of them.

His shoes barely made a sound as he slowly made his way down the long, winding corridor, illuminated only by the flaming torch he held. His other paw was clutching a sword tightly, the gleam of silver reflecting on the walls. He didn't trust himself enough to stash it away in its sheath, not when danger could be lurking around every corner. From traps for the unsuspecting to foul beasts set on devouring him, he'd seen it all before, and the only reason he was still around to tell his tales and spend his gold was his motto: You can never be too cautious.

This castle, especially, was too dangerous to be reckless. Just to get there he'd had to cross a jungle, battling giant spiders and insects, and hacking apart energetic vines that kept trying to wrap around his legs and arms.

And then, there was the dragon. Or at least a rumor of one.

The residents of the village some ten miles back had warned him off this place. They told him of a creature with scales so black they absorbed all light, with glinting red eyes and a breath more scorching that even the hottest of flames, that flew above their little village during starless nights. When he'd asked them just how exactly could they see a creature so dark during nighttime, no one could answer him. But they told more stories, of livestock slaughtered and children taken, of heroes who went to slay the beast only never to return.

Rory couldn't help but snort at that.

No one had seen a real dragon in a hundred years. Sure, there were always rumors. Rory had encountered his fair share of those. Yet, somehow, it always turned out to be just a giant bird or a snake, or even a trick of light, but people were scared or bored, and so they talked, and exaggerated.

No, Rory didn't believe dragons existed. But he did believe there was a creature of some sorts hiding in here. The stench was proof enough of that.

There was a low, metallic clatter from behind a large door set in the wall, and Rory stopped dead in his tracks, his long, elegant ears swiveling around. He kept still and quiet, until he heard the telltale pitter-patter of tiny feet, and another low clatter. Rory let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Of course there would be rats in a place as old as this one.

He started moving again, following his nose closer and closer to the rotting, stomach turning stench. He rounded a corner, and his eyes landed on a pair of large, ornate doors. Unlike the crumbling stone of the walls, these were made of wood with carefully chiseled ornaments covered in paint that had faded to almost nothing over the long years the castle had stood abandoned. Still, small patches of gold and red remained, with a few flecks of peeling paint mixed in with the dust on the floor.

Rory grinned, his fluffy tail swishing around in excitement.

"Oh, please let there not be a dragon behind there," he murmured to himself jokingly, and just hearing the words helped calm down his nerves.

He slid his sword in its sheath to free his paw, before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open. The hinges squeaked in protest but offered barely any resistance and soon, light flooded the corridor. Rory cast his eyes around the massive chamber the doors had revealed. His breath caught in his throat and his heart skipped a beat.

Gold and colorful jewels were piled high as far as his eyes could see, pushed to the corners of the room so there was a wide path cleared through the center. He could barely believe what he was seeing.

Emeralds and rubies, golden coins and chalices, all forgotten to the passage of time. He barely noticed the large hole in the roof that let in the last fading rays of sun, and his sword hung forgotten by his side.

He was about to become the richest person in the land, richer still than even the king and queen.

He took a step into the room as if in a trance and spun on the spot.

Only when his torch passed the threshold of the doorway did he notice that something wasn't quite right. The pile of silver behind the door didn't look right in the flickering flame. Rory took a step closer, and as he brought his torch down, he couldn't help but grimace. Iron and leather armor rested in a large pile, with plenty of bones haphazardly strewn in between. From what he could see, none of them were just regular animal bones. No, these were all people. Stranger still, though the bones and armor were mixed, it didn't look like any of the victims had been wearing it when they'd died.

Rory shook his head and quickly took a step back. Whatever had happened to them, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

Putting the corpses out of his mind as best as he could, he turned back to the room, and almost lost his breath all over again.

He still couldn't quite believe all this treasure was just lying here, waiting to be grabbed.

He wasn't even sure where to start looting, eyes darting around the room.

And then he spotted a pair of large rubies glinting inside a shadow on the far side of the room. Oh, he _had_to have those. They would fetch him a fortune if sold to the right buyer.

Rory began picking his way over, careful not to tip over any of the massive piles balancing precariously on either side of him. While death by drowning underneath a pile of gold was certainly original, it definitely wasn't the type of heroic death that he wanted. Not that he wanted to die. But, he figured, when it was finally his time to go, he wanted to go out with a bang.

The pair of rubies were closer now, just a few yards away. They almost seemed to call to him, almost felt like they were staring right back at him.

And then they winked out of existence, as if they had never been there in the first place.

Rory froze.

The rubies appeared again, accompanied by a loud slithering sound. And they kept climbing higher and higher until they towered above him, at least twice his height.

And suddenly Rory remembered the villagers' stories.

These weren't rubies at all. They were eyes, glinting red and radiating malice and... something else that Rory didn't dare to think about.

The bodies piled by the door suddenly made sense.

Rory still stood frozen, even as the eyes moved closer, even as a black, scaly snout peeked out from the shadows, large enough to swallow his head in one bite.

When the rubies entered the light, there was suddenly no doubt anymore that they had always been eyes. Just as there was no doubt that this was a dragon.

But dragons are extinct, Rory thought numbly. His mind was reeling, still battling against what it was seeing.

Only when the scaly lips curled back in what could almost be a smirk, revealing two rows of sharp, glinting teeth, did Rory's legs finally start working again.

He turned on his heels and began to run.

There was a loud whoosh from behind, and then a burning sensation across his back. Rory cried out as he was sent flying into a pile of treasure, gold coins digging into his ribs and the sharply cut gems scratching his skin. He fought against the sudden dizziness and pushed himself to his feet, clawing his way out of the pile threatening to bury him. He broke free, but as he tried to run, his back screamed in agony and he stumbled, his knees crashing against the floor. Rory gasped, eyes widening. There was a steady warm flow matting his brown fur, the blood dripping to the floor around him.

Clumsily, he turned around, just in time to see another swipe coming at him. He threw himself back, away from those long, wickedly sharp black claws already dripping with his blood. The dragon was grinning at him as it advanced, just as graceful on its two hind legs as Rory was on his.

Rory stumbled to his feet, pushing through the pain, and ran. Or tried to, anyway.

"Do you really think you can escape me?" a voice purred and Rory flinched.

Not only were dragons real, they could talk, too?

The door was closer now, just a few more steps, just a little more and-

Something heavy slammed into his back and pushed him face first onto the floor.

Rory screamed. He trashed around, paws scrabbling uselessly at the marble floor. The weight on his back wasn't unbearable, but it pushed against the claw wounds. Tears entered Rory's eyes and streamed down his face.

"Please, please, don't kill me, I'll leave, I promise I won't take your treasure," he cried. He heard a low chuckle next to his ear, felt a hot breath on the nape of his neck.

"Oh, I don't care about the treasure," the voice, deep and haunting, said. "And who said anything about killing you? No," the dragon drawled, his cold, scaly lips touching his ear for just a moment, but enough that Rory shuddered, that his cries rang louder, "I mean to do entirely different things with you."

The hand on his back suddenly slid away, and for a moment, Rory thought he was free. But then it pressed down on his ass, firmly holding him in place, the claws curling around his curves. The breath moved down, sliding down his neck and upper back until it settled above the scars. Something wet and rough flicked against the wounds, and Rory was so shocked his cries stopped.

The dragon was _licking_him.

It hurt horribly for a moment, but the pain was followed by a strange sensation. It still hurt, hurt so badly, but... In a way it almost felt good. When the tongue lapped at his back again, it definitely felt better, and Rory subconsciously arched his back up just a tiny bit. He snapped back down when the dragon laughed, a low, dangerous sound.

"What... What are you doing?" Rory gasped. "Why does... It feel like that?"

"Oh, aren't you a curious little creature," the dragon chuckled, breath tingling over the open wounds. "My saliva contains powerful endorphins. Lick a wound, and, well..." In answer, the dragon licked him again and Rory's breath shuddered, his eyes sliding shut.

The hand moved from his ass, but something else took its place, something long and round and heavy, and Rory didn't dare think about what it could be.

One hand grasped his wrists and pinned them to the floor in front of him. Rory's eyes widened again, and he forced himself to ignore the strange, good sensation on his back, forced his legs to move, to try and kick at the dragon on top of him.

"My, my, such a naughty boy," the dragon purred before draping its heavy, scaly tail over his legs and pressing down.

Rory was pinned, helpless.

There was a prick on the nape of his neck as the dragon settled his claw there and Rory flinched. The claw dragged slowly downward, cutting through his leather armor with easy, leaving behind a swallow gash in his skin. The tongue followed the claw, lapping up the blood and making Rory shudder.

When the last thread broke, the dragon hooked one knee under Rory's stomach. It lifted his body just enough to be able to push the armor up to his arms, and then dropped him back down, once again settling his weight on his ass.

He pushed his long sleeves down to his wrists, where his claws deftly tied a knot out of the ruined fabric. Rory immediately tugged at the knot, straining to free his wrists, but it was no use. The torn armor held firmly.

Before he could quite tell what was going on, the claws grasped his sides firmly, digging just far enough into the skin to draw blood, and spun him around so he was now lying on his back. The hands pushed down onto his biceps, and the long, thick thing settled down on across his crotch and now bare stomach. The dragon leaned down, and finally Rory got a good look at him.

His head was long and narrow, covered in shining black scales with only a few dings and scratches strewn around. His lips were pulled back, the teeth long and sharp, and his red eyes shone brightly. Twin horns, black and curled, protruded from the top of his head.

He could just barely make out two black, leathery wings tucked in against his back.

Rory's eyes slid down his neck, long and elegant, to his belly that was covered in what looked to be softer scales, these ones dark gray in color, but still firm and flat and bulging with muscles.

As his gaze traveled further down, his heart kept speeding up. He wasn't sure he even wanted to look at the thing on his stomach, was too afraid of what he'd find.

But look he did.

Rory's mouth dried and his heart seemed to skip several beats.

He'd suspected it, of course. But seeing it was another thing altogether.

The dragon's cock was dark gray in color, matching its stomach. Even soft and flaccid as it was, it was still as long and thick as Rory's forearm. He didn't want to know how big it was when it got hard.

But when he looked back up and the dragon met his eyes, the look in them let him know he didn't have a choice.

Suddenly, he wished that the pile of gold earlier had killed him.

"Oh, I absolutely adore that frightened look in your eyes," the dragon said with a smirk, before tilting his head to the side. "But I must ask... What are you, exactly? You look like a fox, but you aren't one. You resemble a dog, but aren't one either. I should know," the dragon added with a cruel twist to his lips, "I have tasted both, inside and out."

Rory shuddered again, but he kept his mouth shut. The dragon's eyes narrowed at that, and his talons curled around Rory's biceps, puncturing the skin.

"Jackal!" Rory gasped out, trying to tear his arms away, but without much luck. "I'm a jackal."

Though he had answered, the dragon didn't let go.

"Wonderful. I am always excited to try new snacks."

And with that, he lowered his head to Rory's chest and opened his maw. His teeth scraped gently across his skin, his fur rustling softly. The dragon stopped once he reached his nipple, but only for a moment, before his teeth pressed down harder, easily puncturing the pink flesh, hardened from the cold breeze that blew in through the hole in the roof.

Rory flinched and cried out, but that only seemed to excite the dragon. He felt the cock on his stomach twitch as the dragon bit down harder, drawing blood that quickly matted Rory's fur. The dragon's lips curled around Rory's bleeding nipple, sucking and nibbling, his cock twitching and slowly growing, hardening.

One of his hands let go of Rory bicep and curled around his ribs instead, the talon circling his nipple before tracing over it and pushing down. As soon as he drew blood, another talon joined in and he grasped the pink nub between them, rubbing and rolling and twisting.

"S- Stop," Rory cried, bucking his body in an attempt to throw the dragon off. But it was pointless. The dragon was too strong, too heavy. Still, Rory trashed, even when it became evident that it only seemed to excite the dragon more.

And then, suddenly, the dragon lapped at his bleeding nipple with his tongue, and Rory's entire body froze. As the strange tingling sensation from before accompanied the pain, Rory let out a low moan against his will. He quickly clamped his muzzle shut, thankful that the fur hid the deep blush that rose to his cheeks.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed," the dragon purred against his nipple and licked it again. His tongue drew slow, lazy circles across Rory's chest until it reached his other nipple, sending another wave of pain mixed with pleasure through Rory's body.

His free hand slid down Rory's side, before grasping hold of his sword. The dragon tore it free from his belt, even as he kept suckling and licking, and quickly stabbed it, still sheathed, into a crack in the floor above Rory head with one powerful thrust. He pushed it down sideways, so that the hilt and the blade formed a hook to hold his bound wrists.

With both hands now free, the dragon slithered down his body, his talons raking shallow gashes across Rory's chest and stomach. They curled around his ass, slashing through his pants and boxer briefs with ease. Rory's breath caught in his throat as the dragon suddenly yanked at the fabric, tearing it with ease, and throwing it away. His eyes were wide as he stared at the dragon whose head was above his crotch, eyes glued to Rory's soft cock.

"No, no, no, don't-!" Rory exclaimed, but to late. The dragon's head dipped, and Rory's cock disappeared into its maw. For a moment, he was breathless.

It felt hot and wet inside the dragon's mouth, and, he realized with no small amount of shock, not unpleasant at all. That is, until the dragon bit down and Rory bucked, a yelp slipping past his lips. There was not a doubt in his mind that the dragon could bite his bones clean in half, let alone his cock, but he was obviously holding back, applying just enough pressure to penetrate the skin and draw blood.

The dragon kept biting down and chewing gently, peppering Rory's cock with a myriad of small cuts that stung and ached. The dragon's tongue, having been kept so carefully at bay until then, wrapped around his cock and lapped at the blood, and Rory's body exploded with pain and pleasure.

Still, Rory clenched his teeth and turned his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn't give the dragon the satisfaction of seeing his pleasure or his pain. That was the plan, at least, but his own body betrayed him. Soon, his cock was hard and throbbing and dripping with precum, and he couldn't hold back his grunts of pleasure any longer. Hearing that, the dragon drew his head back. Rory's cock slipped from his maw, a cool breeze blowing past almost teasingly. One big, strong hand wrapped around his throbbing member and a sharp talon poked at his tip. It scraped over it a few times gently before suddenly, without warning, pushing in, tearing the skin open from the inside.

Rory's back arched and he screamed, his eyes bulging. Tears spilled and ran down his cheeks, leaving wet trails in his fur.

He begged and pleaded with him to stop, barely able to form words, but the dragon pushed further in, twisting and moving his claw. When he pulled out, he curled the talon in a way that left a long scrape on the inside of Rory's cock. Rory looked down, just in time to see blood mixed with precum drip down his cock. The dragon locked eyes with him and sucked on his bloody claw. Still maintaining eyes contact, he lowered his head once more, firmly grasping Rory's aching cock with one hand, the other placed on the floor by his side. His long, serpentine tongue snaked out and lapped at his tip for a brief moment before it, too, pushed inside, thicker and meatier than his talon had been.

Rory screamed again, his paws forming into fists, his claws digging into his palms.

But the dragon kept swirling his tongue around the inside of his cock, and as he did, the now familiar tingling sensation accompanied the pain. The dragon's lips curled around his cock, sucking in time with the swirls of his tongue.

Rory's head hit the floor and he moaned. His body shuddered, and he knew it wouldn't be long before he came.

Just as suddenly as before, the dragon drew his head back, his tongue slipping out and licking at his lips.

"I can't quite let you come before me, now can I?" The drawl of his voice was followed by the sound of rummaging and clinking. Weakly, Rory turned his head towards him, just in time to see the dragon grab a golden candle holder, almost an inch thick and decorated with bumps and ridges. The dragon grasped it with both hands, breaking off the round disc base without so much as a grunt of effort. He let the base clatter to the floor, bringing the now broken holder to the tip of Rory's cock. His talons curled around it, and he placed it against the jackal's small hole.

"No-" But as soon as word left his mouth, the dragon pushed the candle holder inside, and Rory's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't even scream.

The dragon pushed it in slowly, turning it this way and that, making sure that Rory felt every single bump and ridge as it disappeared into his cock.

As soon as it was fully inside, he yanked it back up, fucking Rory's cock while his other hand pumped from the outside, squeezing so that the bumps rubbed painfully against his skin.

"As much as I enjoy this," the dragon suddenly murmured, giving his cock one last painful squeeze and ramming the holder back inside, "I think it's high time we start working on your other hole."

Hearing that, Rory suddenly found enough energy in him to whip his head up, staring wide eyed at him. The dragon grinned before grasping his hips, flipping him over once more. The knot around the sword got so tangled Rory knew there was no chance of freeing himself.

Unlike before, when he was on his stomach, the dragon lifted him up so his knees rested on the floor far apart, his ass sticking up into the air.

Rory was still too preoccupied with the mix of agony and pleasure inside and out of his cock to really pay attention to much else, but the sudden hot breath on his ear snapped him to reality.

"I don't believe I told you, but my precum has even more potent endorphins than my saliva," the dragon whispered into his ear. Rory's tail, previously trapped under his own body, curled down between his legs and he whimpered. He kept shaking his head, but couldn't find his words, couldn't even beg.

The dragon grabbed hold of his fluffy tail and yanked roughly, enough to make Rory whine.

"Oh, I had almost forgotten about this," the dragon murmured, giving it another rough tug, "I was just going to use your fur, but this works so much better."

He adjusted his grip, holding it so that Rory could not pull away.

And then something poked at his tight hole, wet and hard. Rory's eyes flatted against his head, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

God, now that it was hard, it had to be at least as thick as his own thigh.

Slowly, the dragon pushed forward, spreading Rory's asscheeks and his tight entrance, and yanking his tail back at the same time.

Rory screamed as the dragon's thick, hard cock entered him and tore him apart. He wasn't slamming inside, but he wasn't going slow enough to let Rory adjust, either. If there even was any adjusting to that monstrosity.

Even when Rory was certain that he could take no more, the dragon still kept pushing in. He grunted in pleasure next to Rory's ear, and finally, finally his balls touched Rory's ass.

The jackal thought the worst part was over. But then the dragon began to move.

These was nothing slow about his movements anymore. He would pull back until only his tip was still inside, then yank on Rory's tail and slam back inside.

He kept up a fast, unsteady rhythm, sometimes slamming in so fast that Rory couldn't even tell what was happening over the agony, other times slowing just enough to let him feel everything.

The dragon dropped Rory's tail and circled his powerful, muscular arms around his body. One wrapped around his stuffed cock and began to pump in synch with his thrusts, while the other found his nipple, scratching and squeezing and twisting it around.

Rory's throat felt too raw, and he couldn't even scream anymore, instead letting out low, pathetic whimpers. He was in agony, and even though was a trace of that tingling sensation in his ass, the pain was too overpowering for Rory to truly feel it.

Until the dragon's massive cock hit a certain spot inside him, and stars exploded before Rory's eyes.

He threw his head back and moaned loudly, his ears slicked against his head. The dragon adjusted his angle so that he hit that spot again and again, until Rory was a quivering, moaning mess, his tail curled high, his claws digging into the marble floor with both agony and pleasure.

His brain stopped working entirely, and his body did as it pleased. He found himself matching the dragon's thrusts, slamming his ass back against him.

The dragon suddenly dropped Rory's cock, and the jackal whined in protest. But then his paws were suddenly freed, the knot severed in half.

The dragon suddenly grasped and lifted him, so that Rory was in his lap, his back against the dragon's stomach. He placed his toes and knees on the dragon's thighs and lifted up his hips, before slamming back down. In this position, the dragon's pushed even further inside him, hurt even more, felt even better.

His black, leathery wings spread wide before enveloping them, warding off the sudden chilly breeze that blew through the room.

Rory kept riding him and lifted his paws to his own nipples, swatting away the dragon's hand. The dragon gladly obeyed, both of his hands moving to Rory's cock, one pumping and occasionally drawing blood, the other fucking the small hole with the candle holder even more frantically than before.

Rory's paws and claws wrapped around his own nipples, repeating the dragon's moves from before, at times tugging and twisting as far as they would go, then pricking and pushing down on them.

The dragon suddenly grasped Rory's legs and torso and lifted him up, his hard cock slipping out of the jackal's ass. Rory's body needed more, demanded more, but he couldn't speak, couldn't work his throat, so he simply growled.

But all the dragon did was spin him around so that they were facing each other, before slamming back into him. His wings curled tighter around them, resting across Rory's back so that he would not fall.

This time, the dragon went for Rory nipples. He rolled one between his talons and sucked and bit down on the other. He was much rougher now, exercising just enough control not to tear them off. Still, he pierced one and hooked his claw through it, yanking it up and away from Rory's body. His free hand found the jackal's ass and he squeezed it, raking his talons across the supple flesh until they rested at the entrance of his already full hole. He scraped around it, before suddenly pushing two of them inside, still grasping the cheek tightly. He made Rory go faster and higher, and the jackal whined, his eyes flying open. But he didn't resist, couldn't even think, and just kept going.

"Your cock," the dragon suddenly commanded in a breathless voice, and somehow, Rory understood.

He grasped it, jerking himself off and slamming the candle holder in and out. He balls were aching, desperate for release, but he didn't dare pull the plug fully, now when the dragon had said he wasn't allowed to come first.

Suddenly, the dragon's movements slowed, and his grip on Rory tightened. The jackal could feel the cock inside of him throbbing, could feel the talons raking the inside of his ass.

The dragon cried out, a loud, earpiercing sound that slammed against Rory like a truck. He blinked suddenly, coming out of his trance just as the dragon filled his ass with his warm cum.

It took him several long moments before he was even able to move. He quickly let go of his cock and tried yanking the holder out, but there was suddenly a hand resting on his paw, pushing it back in.

Rory lifted his wide eyes to meet the dragon's narrow red ones. His tail dropped, but couldn't go between his legs, not with the cock still inside him.

"I was going to kill you after I had my way with you," the dragon suddenly said, and bucked his hips, and even though he was now soft inside his ass, Rory still whimpered at the sheer size of him. "But after your performance, I think keeping you as a pet will be much more interesting... and pleasurable."