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Deep in a far off jungle, the peaceful lives of a kobold tribe was being disrupted. While having no direct threat that met them, there were a series of noises and even some rumbles that stirred a lot of worry.

"Beast! Big beast! Come to eat us!" a blue scaled kobold had gone out to investigate. In truth, he was scared away by a sudden roar and the flying away of birds. But the volume alone was enough to give him a good idea and he voiced it to his fellow tribe mates. He meant to warn them but only ended up sowing more seeds of fear.

"No worry. Hero-bold go to see," another one of them assured. With him voicing this option, others were inclined to agree. With a small group gathering, they were marching to the one in particular's hut.

The hero in question was a green scaled kobold by the name of Tarra. He had gained the title of hero mostly by bragging about his many feats of defeating large creatures. To his credit he was rather bulky compared to most and it certainly helped that he was very well endowed. He was a favorite among the tribe and now they were calling upon him, waking him from a deep sleep and rather exciting dream.

"Why noise? And why so many?" Tarra asked after yawning. In response the others were all talking over each other, trying to explain the great threat that had come to their home and how they needed him to take care of it. Getting the gist of it all, the green reptile nodded and put on a brave face.

"Yes! Hero Tarra will protect tribe! Stay back and wait for come back," he told them. His words were steady and confident but Tarra was actually rather nervous. Bragging about made up feats was one thing but an actual threat was another.

With practically every other member of the tribe backing him, he had no choice but to equip a spear, giving them a smile before venturing out into the dense woods.

Walking through them, Tarra took in the simple sounds of nature. It gave him a chance to clear his mind and really think about how he was going to approach this. On one hand, he was really about to face off with some kind of big, scary beast. But on the other hand, if he managed to beat it, then all of his tales would finally have some actual merit to them.

A loud roar made him jump and tremble. They had always caught his attention back in the tribe, but now they were all the more intense and startling. With a gulp, Tarra reminded himself that he could not turn tail, lest his reputation be squashed right then and there. With each step, he could feel the ground shaking more and the roars seemed to be getting angrier.

Eventually, all that stood between him and the creature was a tall wall of bushes. After muttering some words of luck, he pushed past them and braced himself for whatever sight that awaited on the other side.

Before him was indeed some kind of beast. Much larger than himself, it walked on four legs and was spreading its wings. It continued to roar, looking rather angry as it faced Tarra, but it did not seem to notice him. What was even stranger was the creature standing in one place. And flapping its wings managed to lift its body off the ground, but only for a bit. A pained sound came as the tail remained grounded. With a gasp, the warrior realized that it's tail was damaged, leaving it unable to properly fly off.

Tarra approached with his spear still equipped but was not intending to harm this beast. It was clear to see that it was in some kind of distress, not being from around here. Did it get hurt while flying and landed in the jungle? Was it attacked by something? The more Tarra considered, the more he felt sorry for it.

With his foot stepping on a branch, his presence was finally noticed by the creature. It snarled at him, still wearing an expression of anger. As a fellow reptile, the kobold could recognize it and dropped his weapon, letting it fall to the ground before walking away from it.

"No harm," he assured. "Want to help."

Rather than growling some more, the black dragon paused, looking rather curious this time. Tarra was glad that it could understand him. Looking over he could see that the tail was without a doubt injured, having a whole sail torn away. It wasn't bleeding or anything but not being able to fly must have been terrible for him.

Despite his words, Tarra wasn't quite sure how he could help. He was more of a fighter than a thinker, but he was sure some of the other kobolds back home could figure something out. He just needed to calm the creature down first...

This dragon, being dubbed toothless by a human he met and spent some time with, had calmed down and was now taking a moment to get familiar with the fellow reptile. He was unlike any dragon he had met before. It stood on two legs, lacked wings, and it's language was almost like what the human's spoke. Unlike the human, this stranger approached him without any furs or pelts to cover himself, walking around nude like his more feral counterparts. That gave Toothless ample view of the kobold's rather large package. It simply swayed between his legs rather than being hidden within a sheath like his own.

The sight stirred something within. Taking a moment to not think about his tail made him realize that it had been some time since. Just thinking about it was getting his loins to stirr.

When Tarra looked over he noticed that the beast seemed to be lost in thought and even more surprising was the pink that was easing from between his legs. At first he was shocked to see it, but then he realized that this could be used to calm him down. So he approached again, this time slowly and stopping just about a foot away. He gave attention to his maleness by rubbing his hand over it, stroking softly to rouse it into hardness.

A new sound came from the other male, a sound of curiosity as he titled his head. "Like? Other males?" A sound of agreement was given to him and smirked. "Tarra too. Can help."

His offer was met with an approach, close enough to have the dragon looming over him now. With him being about 4 feet, the dragon was just taller than him and easing down a bit allowed him to see the endowment that further slid from the spread hindlegs.

Making good on his word, Tarra went ahead with crawling underneath Toothless, approaching the spear of maleness. It was even bigger than his own; thick and reaching almost three feet. Getting close, he eased his face close and sniffed curiously. Doing this got him acquainted with a heavy scent of dragon musk. Having it fill his nose quickly got him aroused as well. Pre was already leaking from the tip and his tongue had already flicked outwards, lapping along the dark pink flesh. The strong taste of it made him purr in delight and he kept his tongue there, slowly licking at and around the tip more and more. Doing so was bringing more drips and some low sounds of pleasure from the larger male.

Toothless spread his legs wider, groaning softly as he felt his tip being slowly licked over. Then a pair of warm, scaly hands joined. Now in tandem with licking, they were starting to stroke up and down, teasing him well enough to suddenly shoot a rope of his pent up fluids. Tarra made a sound of surprise, but continued a bit more. The next line of it streaked his face, some of it got into his open mouth and he was quick to gulp it down, very much enjoying the strong flavor that met him.

Eventually his mouth was wrapping around it as best he could, suckling on the cocktip, being fed more of the backed up precum directly. With his hands reaching what his mouth couldn't, he grinned around the mouthful as the dragon's groans got louder. A small hump shoved it deeper into his muzzle, sliding over his tongue and shooting a fat wad directly into his windpipe. Though caught off guard, the kobold accepted it all and continued to pleasure him.

With his lust full blown, Toothless couldn't stop himself from humping. The pleasure was greater than expected and he had been pent up for some time. His lower half surged forward and a gagging sound came before the hot mouth pulled away from him. A bit of coughing met and Toothless made a low whining sound.

Rather than being upset, the smaller reptile realized that he was going to need something more to properly pleasure the other. But there was no way that he could take the sheer length that was jutting out from the stretched slit. But another idea came to him. And he was quick to act, having the tip grinding over his face thanks to the nightfury still rocking his hips.

For a few moments, Toothless was left without touch completely as the kobold had eased down. Now on his back and his cock flopping against his own body, he reached for the dragon's cock once more, this time a hump from Toothless, rubbed his heavier cock over his own, smearing the mix of saliva and clear fluids between the both of them.

This was much better for the both of them. They shared pleasure as they frotted; the nightfury was now allowed to buck his hips, not only grinding it over the other male's large dick but a pair of hands were still gripping at his shaft, rubbing in tandem to maximize the pleasure.

Tarra was now moaning himself. The larger dragon cock had slid further than his own cock, reaching all the way up to his. When getting to that point, his nose was filled with the overwhelming potency of his musk and steams of pre had coated his face by now. He accepted it all and panted heavily as the pace was being picked up.

Being the feral creature he was, Toothless was rutting against the other male at a rough, uneven pace, making deep growls as he got deeper and deeper into the pleasures of it all. In time with his movements, Tarra was jerking his hands faster. He was getting ample pleasure from having the hot shaft grinding along his own, oozing his own globs of precum and trading scents with the nightfury.

The growls were getting louder and so were the warrior's moans. They were both getting close to their limits and neither of them were giving any let up; Toothless had put nearly all of his strength into humping and Tarra did not slow with the pace of his hands, even adding onto it by rocking his own hips. They raised their voices until a roar broke out. Toothless had cum first and his large shaft was pulsing hard as strings of his load were spraying out with force. Most of it had splattered onto the dirt ahead of them, Tarra was lucky enough to get a few mouthfuls, unable to swallow it all down fast enough, doing so with a smile on his face before his own climax took over, leading to him making even more of a mess, shooting his own load all over himself, panting hard as he rode out the intense pleasure.

The two of them stayed like that for a while and when Toothless did ease up, he also took some steps back, easing his fat tongue from his mouth to lap up the mixed seed that coated Tarra's body. It felt good, being warm and it tickled as it ran along, dragging from his balls and all the way up to his face until his body was clean. The kobold returned the favor and licked up the mess before the dragon cock had retreated back into its slit.

"Follow Tarra," the kobold offered. One way or another, he was going to help Toothless. And he was also looking forward to what the rest of the tribe would say when he returned. Safe to say, his reputation would be intact if not solidified