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For the Hoard

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by splendidguy44

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Kyrrai trembled, knowing that what he was doing was risky, but he wasn't a warrior or a paladin or anything else in a damaging class, as much as he wanted to be one - not one that could stand up to Drogoz the Greedy, after all. The wyrin, appearing like an anthro dragon with a chunkier, less elegant build than so many that Kyrrai had otherwise come across, sat at the bar of the tavern, glugging down what practically seemed to be a gallon of ale. The paladin wyrin was a formidable foe, to say the least, though what Kyrrai knew of him was not as much as he may have liked.

He exhaled slowly, pushing his black hair back behind his ears where a chunky section had broken free, long enough to brush the back of his neck when he swept it back. He was light and lithe, much more so than Drogoz, though it was not in a sense that that would give him any kind of advantage when it came to the beast that he sought to...well... To "tame" would be the wrong word but there was more than one reason as to why Kyrrai's trousers were a little tight around the crotch as he stood there, striving to get the nerve up to crush his shyness.

But he was stubborn at worst, pushing himself on even though he trembled, step by step. The tavern was as raucous as ever and he held his head high, trying to look as if he belonged there, even though it was the sort of establishment that Kyrrai had only been able to frequent for a few years. He licked his lips, youth on his side, admiring the wyrin's curved horns, how they pointed skyward as if in challenge, the bold cut of his solid, chunky jaw. Drogoz was formidable, yes, but there was so much more to him too, Kyrrai was sure, all that made him weak at the knees for the beast and more.

"Drogoz."

He raised his voice, standing beside the dragon, the wingless stud that had done so much, from his first escape to his reign of rampage. Even those that did not see eye to eye with him had to respect that.

Of course, he was too quiet, Kyrrai straining to be heard over the clanging of mugs and raucous voices hailing over the clamour of the rest. The wyrin took another glug of his ale, slamming it down on the bar.

"More!" He roared, eyes burning with a feral intensity. "I said not to let it run dry!"

His raspy tone washed over Kyrrai and he could not help but moan, Drogoz' bellow stroking a need deep within his soul that he had not known was there. That was perhaps why he was able to push past the shyness that held him back, what had always held him back, wanting something with more than a little liquor to wet the back of his mouth. It had been the only way that he had, finally, been able to build up the courage.

"Drogoz!" Kyrrai stood as tall as he could, though Drogoz still towered on the barstool, which was comically small for him. "I come before you with a proposal. For years, I have watched you deal a bloody hand and I have admired you for so long..."

He paused, catching his breath. He was starting to sound like a fan-boy. Best to get straight to the point.

"Yes, and, well," Kyrrai fumbled with his words. "I want to be your apprentice, training under you!"

The words rushed forth and yet he expected Drogoz to scoff, as much as it made his heart twist and his erection soften a shade to hear it. It was not the way that he wanted it to be, what he expected of things, though it was just as well for Kyrrai that the tavern was so busy and so loud that no one else could hear their conversation.

"You?"

Drogoz chortled a laugh and half-shrugged, not even deeming Kyrrai worth more than that.

"Why would I train you? You're scrawny, worthless, a weakling. You'll never make a warrior, any class of fighter. What damage do you think you can do to anyone? You'll be killed before you throw the first stone, much less scrape up a weapon."

Kyrrai took a breath. Maybe that was true, but he was stronger than he looked and that was something that he'd have to prove, one way or another: it was all he could do.

He was losing him, the wyrin turning away, his attention on his drink, letting the troubles of the day sink down and down and down. It was all he wanted, all he needed, looking to ease the aches from his body, though Kyrrai could not imagine what troubles had befallen him. He was a beast, one to be adored, and that was just why he had to pull out his secret weapon, the one thing that he was sure, above all else, that the stud could not accept.

For he had to have him, Kyrrai licking his lips, turning his head back and forth, the kinks in his neck derived from a kind of strain that was different to what was gleaned from any kind of fighting. The wyrin may have thought that there was nothing he could offer but, oh, he would be so very wrong there, so very wrong indeed. There was one thing that Drogoz could not resist and, well, it did not require a degree of finesse to barter. He wasn't playing games, not anymore, regardless of how much his palms sweated, pushing through in the blunder of the youth.

"I offer you money and my body in return for your services, your training of me."

Drogoz eyed him up with fresh interest.

"Your body, boy? You think you are a bodyguard?"

Kyrrai swallowed hard. No... Oh, no, he didn't think that. But how could he say what he meant, out there in the open, where anyone who cared to hear could actually hear?

"No... No, not like that."

He'd known what lengths he'd have to go just to get Drogoz to take him on, though it was merely a chance to kill two birds with one stone, his lust for the stud of a wyrin rising, fleshing out like the swell of his cock. He yearned for it, ached for him, yet he wanted to learn from him too, staying stock-still as Drogoz' greedy gaze swept down his body, undressing him with his eyes.

Kyrrai shivered. The wyrin knew. Oh, he most definitely knew what was being offered. Kyrrai just didn't know whether that was something that Drogoz had ever been offered before, not in those terms.

Slowly, the beast swung his blocky, dominating skull back around, not giving him the time of day.

"A weakling could never take my dick."

Kyrrai met his eyes levelly, challenging him even then.

"I'll take more cock than anyone you've fucked before."

It was a daring claim, one that, perhaps, Kyrrai should not have made, but it was too late for regrets on that count as Drogoz ran his thick tongue over his lower lip, smacking his lips wetly and lewdly.

"And the gold."

Kyrrai named a number, pushing down a twist in his stomach that rose forth as he knew that it was the gold, of course, that swayed Drogoz, rather than the offer of what made Kyrrai's heart pound so vehemently for him. That was just the way of it. As long as he got what he wanted...what did the methods of getting there matter?

Drogoz' greed knew no bounds, not after his escape, and his lust for gold ran deep. Kyrrai's proclamation that he was worthy had touched that desire inside him and the man smelt of gold, a bag of it at his hip. One did not bring that into a tavern unless they intended to spend it and Drogoz' smirk deepened, sensing an easy win.

It was only following the wingless dragon's tail back to Drogoz' camp that Kyrrai realised what he'd gotten himself into, breathing shortly and sharply, heart hammering in his chest. He needed it, wanted it, yet the thought of taking such a beastly cock terrified him all the same, lust curling into fear as they were, in the end, one and the same. They both yearned for the other as he trudged through the darkness, the wyrin holding up a lamp, though that was more for Kyrrai's benefit than for his, considering that Drogoz was known to for being able to see in lower lights. The lamp, flickering with flame where the wick was on its way to burning down into the pool of melting wax, was not sufficient anyway, but it did not feel right to speak against his current master. That was, of course...if Kyrrai was man enough to go through with it.

"What can this body do for me then, I wonder..."

Drogoz spoke to himself, his camp set up with a standard tent and fire at the ready, hacking at the back of his throat to spit a lump of goo that instantly burst into leaping, dancing flames in the pit. The tent was no doubt reinforced with purchased magical guards, protecting his belongings better than a lock and key and room at an inn would, the wyrin checking everything over, that his belongings were all where they were supposed to be. For a creature such as him, such was the way that old habits were apt to die hard.

Maybe Kyrrai had expected things to start slower and more patiently, legs trembling, knees knocking, but he would have been wrong in that regard, very wrong. The wyrin rounded on him with the force and power of a beast, a bulge in his attire showing off the monster he was packing downstairs, though that would soon come to matter all in good time.

In but a moment, his lips were on Kyrrai's, taking charge and control as easily as he picked up his rocket launcher, tongue shooting into the human's mouth. Dominating him, that tongue swirled around, crudely exploring every last crevice of Kyrrai's mouth even though the deep licking may not have been the sexiest action in the world: the raw act of dominance was. Kyrrai could not help but moan into Drogoz' huge maw, dwarfed by him, the dragon-type hunkering down and bending over him just to get their lips on something like the same level, though the size difference between them could not be ignored. Where Drogoz bulged with muscle Kyrrai only had light muscle tone, a lean and flighty man who may have done better as a runner rather than one wielding heavy weapons, a broadsword more apt to tip him over than offer him something to fight with.

But no one had to think about that, not when Drogoz' tongue was invading Kyrrai's mouth so wonderful, Kyrrai doing all that he could, in the heat of the moment, to kiss him back. He moaned lustfully, twisting back and forth, yet the wyrin had him too tightly in his grasp, drawing him closer, the thick bulge of his hard-on driving demandingly through the front of his trousers. The thick cloth, cut for flexibility in battle, for he had armour to go over the top of them when he was actually in the thick of it, was nowhere near enough to seal away his shaft, however, the bulge swelling forth as if it could not resist being put on show.

Kyrrai's head swam and his hands dropped, sweeping down Drogoz' shoulder-armour, something that made the wyrin take up even more space than usual, though he was sure too that it had been deliberately left on. The dragon-type was one to do that, everything coming deliberately, with cold, calculated precision that made his heart pound, sweat beading on his skin, trickling down the back of his neck. Kyrrai's hair clung damply to his neck where it was too wet, need rising, his shaft throbbing, even though it was much smaller in comparison to Drogoz'.

"Grrff..." Drogoz broke the kiss with a lap of his lips as if he was striving to do all he could, even then, to savour the moment, the taste of the human on his lips. "Is that all you have for me, small man? Surely you can put your gold where your mouth is too..."

It was crude but maybe he knew already just how much Kyrrai lusted for him, how Kyrrai's knees trembled, shaking, wanting to drop him to the floor even then. He craved it all, lusted for it all, groaning softly in the back of his throat, though even that sound was lighter than the dominance of the wyrin. Drogoz was another beast entirely as he freed his cock, showing off all that he had to offer in a thick slab of cock that hung out over the top of his trousers, belt loosened only enough to let his cock slither out.

The snake of flesh tempted Kyrrai in and any command that Drogoz gave him was lost in the beating of his heart. If he dropped down to his knees, he would not have been able to suck that cock, the wyrin being too tall for him to reach, so he was forced to crouch, Drogoz dragging him in with a heady growl. He snarled, desire ramping up, cock throbbing, aching, pulsating with a raw grasp of desire. It had been some time since he had last been satisfied in that way, needing it still, though his own hand had been all he'd had since he'd last had a few partners to fuck until they couldn't walk the next morning.

Kyrrai would just be another for him to break, jamming his hardening cock into the man's small mouth, driving it deep. It was not for him to go slow and to see whether Kyrrai was ready for it or not but for him to take everything that he needed in the driving, snarling heat of the moment, yowling forth like a beast from the abyss. Kyrrai moaned and grunted around that cock as his tongue was forced down, lips strained wide, forced to take all he could and then some that he had not thought he could.

Kyrrai groaned, eyes trying to roll back, striving to take it all in, but he had to focus, draw himself in and concentrate on the moment. That thick length of meat drove up demandingly into the back of his throat as he gulped and swallowed rapidly, making room for it in the only way that he knew how, hips working and grinding without him actually knowing what he was doing. He didn't have to, not with Drogoz to take charge, doing the thinking for him. Not that Drogoz liked to be thought of as one who spent all that much time deep in thought but when it came to carnal need and leading the way, well...that was where he dominated, pushing on. He snarled, lips pulling back from his sharp, blocky teeth, showing off the feral nature of him, legs braced and spread, dragging Kyrrai's mouth down even further on his cock.

"Is that all you got?"

He snarled and jeered and all Kyrrai could do was flounder and try to match up to him in the best way possible, trying to sweep his tongue around the tip even though the forceful thrusts of the wyrin were too much for him. But he couldn't admit that, not even in a moment like that, whimpering and groaning around that massive length of cock-meat, trying to take even more as inches remained outside his lips. It was thick, so very thick, straining his jaw wider than he had thought it could go, yet there was always another limit to be breached, a boundary to be crossed.

The thick pre-cum drooling into his mouth, however... That was a saving grace. That was something that Kyrrai could focus on, moaning more powerfully, finding himself in his own submission. The enormity of what he was doing, moaning for the stud, crashed over him, his lust rising, cock throbbing even though it did not yet seem destined at all to be pleased. That was alright though because it was not his needs that he was down, crouching with his thighs aching with crackling lines of pain, to do. No, he was there for Drogoz, the drake, the stud who made his head spin, the musk of the beast washing over him.

Inhaling deeply, Kyrrai groaned his loudest yet, however muffled it was around the meat in his mouth. Yes... Yes, that was what he needed. It was clear that Drogoz had not bathed recently but the lustfully thick aroma of him infiltrated Kyrrai's nostrils, sinking deep into his lungs. It made the moment all the more real, not like his dreams and waking fantasies, having had so very many of them where Drogoz fucked him every which way before. No, it was real, so very real, and he had to take that in the wyrin's thick musk, his scales not sweating but still exuding his scent in the most aromatic parts of his body.

And then his hair was in the beast's hand, head ripping back, that cock thrusting and pounding, taking his face just as Drogoz wanted. There was no question nor any care nor consideration for his wellbeing, only brute force, the brute force that Kyrrai had craved for so very long. It came with sore lips, a grunt of pain, yet it was everything that he had thought it would be and so much more too, hacking and gagging around that throbbing length of meat as it pounded straight up into the back of his throat, demanding all that he didn't know he could give.

Drogoz was power and he was might, he was the warrior that Kyrrai wanted to learn from, his heaving form rippling with muscle as a snarl ripped from his throat. Kyrrai would have liked to think that he knew the wyrin was cumming before even he knew but he was not ready for it as ready as he had wanted to be. The first jet of cum poured down his throat as he gagged and gulped, straining to take it all down, rocking his hips, thrusting and grinding helplessly, wanting it all for himself. Yet whether it was in his arse or down his throat was by the by as long as he was finally fulfilling his fantasy of getting every drop of that creamy essence that he had longed for.

The beast above him grunted and rumbled, vibrations trembling powerfully through his body, his shoulder armour rolling back as he shrugged.

"Oh, fuck yes..."

He rasped out the words and more, his greed getting the better of him, yet it was that very greed that had not led him astray so far in his life, bringing him out into a realm where he could take what he needed and wanted all of the time. Kyrrai's lips closed around him wantonly and he grunted deep in the back of his throat, thrusting hard and fast, treating Kyrrai as just another hole to be filled, regardless of where that hole was. Saliva coated his cock, along with what cum Kyrrai was not able to gulp down, trickling out of the corners of his lips as the beast took his fill.

Drogoz, however, was not one to be satisfied so swiftly, hauling Kyrrai back by his hair before his cock had even stopped spurted, drooling and smearing it over the man's face. All Kyrrai could do was moan and whimper plaintively, flushed bright red and loving the moment, his heart pounding for it. His shirt hung askew yet he was too warm from the inside out to feel the chill of the night on his skin, the drake growling thickly, tossing Kyrrai about as if he weighed nothing at all to him.

Chuckling throatily, Drogoz shook his head, his cock dripping with saliva and cum, Kyrrai working his jaw. He scrambled to get his dangling feet under him but that was something that simply did not seem to be possible for him as the wyrin lifted him up, one hand on his shoulder and the other twisted viciously into his hair.

"You think that's going to be enough lube for a tight arse like yours?"

Drogoz' laugh, cruelly crude, echoed in Kyrrai's years as he was flipped over a boulder that was, supposedly, meant to be some sort of seat near the fire, the crackling heat of the flames leaping and dancing bringing a fresh rise of heat to his skin. Sweat glimmered across his skin as he sank, obligingly bracing over the boulder with his hands, his backside raised, Drogoz' hands gripping his trousers, ripping them off. They had not been designed to stand up to such rough behaviour and tore at the seams, leaving his backside bare, his shirt meeting the same fate, the rawness of it all taking his breath away.

Yet all that did was leave his skin bare and vulnerable to the abuse of the wyrin, Drogoz' huge hands covering his arse easily, too easily. Kyrrai cried out but a harsh slap and a pinch to his arse-cheeks were delivered unto him for his trouble, howling out through the pain of it as his cock throbbed up hard and full. It simply could not match up to Drogoz', however, Kyrrai sinking and swimming in sweet submission as he was handled like nothing more than a fuck-toy, something to be used and abused, thrown away afterwards. He only hoped that, with the lure of gold to sweeten Drogoz' deal, the wyrin would keep him around for a good while in the interim.

Drogoz did not have to say anything in the moment, the deal having been struck and the man his to do with as he willed, his cum smeared still across Kyrrai's face. He spanked and slapped and pinched and groped, lewdly spreading Kyrrai's rear-cheeks so that the puckered, tight bud of his anal ring was on show. It was small, so very small, and Drogoz was not purely the beast that Kyrrai had thought him to be, diving in with a sensual snarl, his jaws parting to take the man's buttocks within them.

His lower jaw closed down lightly across Kyrrai's crotch, though did not bite deep, merely allowing his tongue to get into position, lapping and slurping into that tight hole as Kyrrai rocked and groaned. He scrambled for purchase over the boulder as he twisted his head back and forth, needing it all, whimpering out loud, head spinning with such pleasure as that very thick tongue wormed its way deeper and deeper.

"Oh... Fuck... Ohhh..."

Kyrrai's cries went unnoticed but he was forced to attest to every last little thing that that tongue did to him, ploughing and plundering his backdoor entrance as if it was a cock, taking all that Drogoz had a right to in that moment. His tongue was wetter than Kyrrai could have imagined, though being rimmed by the beast of a warrior had never been in his fantasies, the wyrin looming, dominating him without even trying. Kyrrai moaned out loud, rocking and grinding his hips back, teeth digging into his crotch and hips, though his throbbing cock was still contained within that maw, sealing his position and his fate there all the more.

Drogoz rumbled against his prey, a growl teasing forth, though Kyrrai was powerless to stop him, heaving and panting. All he could do was hope that the beast would not destroy him too fully, that he would not be strained too much around that cock, when it came, the tongue more than enough as it curled and flicked up within him, pressing up against his prostate. Swearing and cursing under his breath, Kyrrai tucked his head down, chin close to his chest, striving to do all he could to bear through the explosive pleasure in the moment without hitting his high.

His cock throbbed within the wyrin's muzzle as Drogoz teased him, prepared him, for he wanted to fuck his new human pet more than once, after all. It would not do to only get one fuck for the coin he had been given, the exchange one that Drogoz would ensure was more beneficial to him than to Kyrrai. His tongue eased out in a lewd, wet slurp, playing wickedly over the human's balls and cock, toying with him. The hint at a blowjob so very easily had the human whimpering like the slut he was all over again, but it was Drogoz who would take him, sweeping his tongue around that smaller prick only the once before drawing back.

Kyrrai was ready. He had to be ready, the warrior disrobing, armour hitting the ground, piece by piece, while he laid there, a feast to be devoured. He only knew that Drogoz was there and ready for him when his huge hands slapped and pinched his backside all over again, taunting his form, his body, telling him that he would never make a warrior. But that was alright as Kyrrai was more than determined to become his protégé, a man who had his sights set high, even if he was on the lowest rung of the low at that moment in time.

"You're going to be sore in the morning, human..."

Kyrrai held his breath. Was that a promise? Oh, he sure hoped so, backside aching already as heat rose to it, the wyrin powering over him. That huge hand closed around his leg, lifting his thigh, exposing him all the more for the lust of the wyrin, his pucker trying to clench down despite the odds, despite the inevitably of all that was to be done with him.

It was almost laughable, comedic, how big the wyrin was in comparison to him, the man barely visible under the bulk of him, muscles huge and bulging, power emanating from him in a way that Kyrrai could never hope to live up to. That was why he was on the bottom, encouraging it all, that huge prick pressing up to his anal ring, slick only with the natural fluids that had been lovingly slurped onto it. They would have to do.

It was still a stretch as Drogoz let out a rumbling growl of claiming, thrusting deeper, forcing his anal passage to open up around him, stretching and straining. Kyrrai was not sure whether he cried out or not as his jaw hung slack, lungs too tight to even take a single breath as his need coursed through. He climaxed right then and there as the beast's cock drove up to his prostate, unable to hold it back for even a second more, though it was not the highlight of his taking. No, that was for Drogoz to have and to hold, to slam his cock deep and let out a feral bellow that reverberated through Kyrrai as his own seed dribbled into the forest floor.

If Drogoz said anything through his growls and snarls, bellows cutting to groans, Kyrrai did not hear him. He was too busy straining to relax, taking that cock as deep as he could, every savage thrust wedging another inch into him, his anal ring burning fiercely. Yet the line of pain was something that he was more than willing to bear through for the sake of the sweetness that was on the other side, panting and heaving, grunting in the back of his throat. Those claws bit into his leg as it was hitched up further, allowing the wyrin to power into him with all the force in his body, moaning raggedly, breathlessly. He could only drag in what breath he could as something bigger moved through the darkness beyond the ring of light from the fire, the camp secluding them away but still allowing the outside world a look in on the debauchery between them.

Kyrrai's cries finally broke through, howling out through the stretch as the wyrin roared out his pleasure, burying every last inch of his cock into that tight hole, right where it was meant to be. He moaned and groaned, letting his head hang, for there would not be any reason, sexually, to raise it again when in the presence of Drogoz, his human pet to do with just as he willed. He'd do anything, absolutely anything, to get that cock in his arse, his fantasies coming true in the heartbeat of a moment, lust powering through, heating up his skin, flushed in red patches as those rough scales thrust over him.

"Yesss...Take it."

Drogoz did not have to be eloquent to be dominant as Kyrrai all but swooned, breath catching in a low, deep-throated moan. He got a little more used to the stretch, his body relaxing around the pounding drive of a cock that was far too large for his body, taking it all like the slutty pro he was. If he was not a warrior, he could be a wyrin's whore until he was one, learning all that Drogoz had to teach in more ways than just the one. The beast rumbled above him, making him feel smaller and less significant than ever, scales pressing down, covering him, his free, huge hand coming down at the side of Kyrrai's head. The other, of course, was still clutching his thigh, ensuring that his human "prey" could not get away.

"So tight..." He rumbled. "I hope you stay that way."

Kyrrai would, oh, he would so very much try. He had to try, all for Drogoz, everything for Drogoz. He had never known that he could sink so far down with the wyrin but everything was so very much more than he could ever have imagined, grunting and groaning, his cock half-hard and aching for more. His need rose and yet his need was all about pleasing the wyrin, allowing Drogoz to press his hand across his crotch, in front of his hips, pulling his backside up to make sure not a millimetre of his dark hole was wasted. Drogoz wouldn't have wanted that.

Kyrrai was a toy to be tossed around as he pleased, the stud's thrusts speeding up, a rasping, feral sort of growl clawing its way up from the back of his throat. His orgasm was coming, whether Kyrrai was ready for it or not, and he felt it rumbling and growing that time, the driving pulse of the wyrin's hips increasing tenfold. The beast held nothing back and Drogoz snarled viciously as he slammed in, tail slapping the forest floor, the trembling vibration pulsing forth. It would have surely alerted other creatures of the forest as to what was going on there but they knew well enough to give a wide berth to such happenings, Drogoz' snarls and bellows resounding, drumming down on Kyrrai's eardrums.

The wyrin filled him, taking up every last sense in his body and more. Kyrrai's moans simply could not drown out the throbbing, masculine power of Drogoz and all he could do and take was the meat of his cock, arching his back like a whore as the wyrin, finally, unleashed his lust within that tight hole.

The roar cut through the forest, startling a barn owl from the trees, for its silent hunt was to be disturbed that night. Drogoz was not the sort to care about the effect he had on others, however, not when there was so very much left of him to take, the small body of the human pressed up against him, need snarling, thriving, demanding. The wyrin was as much prey to it as Kyrrai was as he spent himself in long, slick ropes of cum, pouring every one into the shuddering man's backdoor entrance, the tight hole that, under his "study", would not remain tight for very long at all.

But that was all the way that it was supposed to be as he took every last drop of the stud's cum, his hole leaking and drooling it as Drogoz refused to stop thrusting, claiming his pleasure through every last note of orgasm. He wasn't about to stop until he was good and done with his human pet, humping and grinding, keep that fat length of meat as deep inside Kyrrai's backside as possible. His thrusts remained deep, spending an inch or two but no more, his shaft staying hard for the longest, most drawn-out orgasm that Kyrrai had ever had the grace to experience.

He didn't want to be anywhere else, feeling in explicit detail just how that hot seed coursed into him, flooding his anal ring, brutally stretched and sure to be gaping when the wyrin pulled out again. That was fine though, as long as Drogoz got what he needed, because that was all that Kyrrai wanted, had wanted and would want for a long, long time.

After that, who knew?

Drogoz' rumbling growls washed over him as his orgasm tapered off and Kyrrai whimpered, trying to squeeze down around him just a little bit more. His anal ring was pushed beyond any previous limits, however, and there was no way to do what he wanted there without more "training", though he sincerely hoped that Drogoz was willing to give that to him. Inch by delectable inch, the spire of cock-meat pulled from his anal ring, his hole closing down around it even as it left as if Kyrrai's body simply did not want it to leave. He didn't but he knew too that he was done for the night, done for the moment - that was, of course, unless the wyrin wanted him to do more. If he did, well...that was something that he would have to deal with as and when it happened.

"Little human... For such a scrawny thing, you are a good fuck too."

Kyrrai shuddered at the praise, however coarsely it was given, whimpering as he was left there, leaning over the boulder, staying where he was put. He had not yet been told that he could leave and he wanted to show, to the exclusion of all else, that he was obedient to a fault, a man that would do whatever Drogoz wanted, in sex and, of course, in training too.

He stayed there, listening, waiting, not sure what to do other than obey as the stud moved around him, muttering something under his breath. It could have been in another language, the dragon-language that the wyrin had been born with, but it didn't matter to Kyrrai, only that he was in his place, ready to be used. Training, undoubtedly, would start in the morning, another day.

"I don't need your gold when I already have another prize for my hoard."

Drogoz smirked, looming over Kyrrai as he dragged him to his feet, as shaky and unsteady as the man was. He swayed and tipped but the wyrin was not about to help him out there, letting him find his own balance. As a warrior, a student, a protégé of sorts...he'd have to be able to do that for himself. It was only the beginning.

But, of course, the gold was not coming back to him as Drogoz claimed another prize and jewel for his hoard, something more valuable than even gold: a man that could take every inch of his cock and coming back whimpering for more. Just what else could he want when he had a hot, tight hole to fill every night?

Kyrrai groaned in the back of his throat as he lay down to rest that night at Drogoz' side, a sleeping sack afforded to him too, though the scent and musk of the wyrin filled the tent. Weapons were promised another day, Drogoz wanting him for something to send out in missions in his stead, but that was something, after all that had happened, that Kyrrai could have cared more about than he did. It was hard to think of things like that while he was languishing there, relishing in every last little bit of it, the pounding ache of his backdoor entrance reminding him of all that he had done.

And, as he had managed to, at the very least, keep up with the wyrin in sex, he was a part of his hoard, not just his gold, something to be lusted after, coveted and, above all else, hoarded.

He didn't know as yet just how much of a good thing that was. But he soon would.

All under Drogoz' dominating hand.