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The air was rich with burning lavender and gold littered the floor. The smell was enticing, just as much as the gold. But Melodd still questioned why he had to be the one to be strapped in armor, a shield strapped to his left arm and a steel sword in his right hand. The muscular human had to constantly get his messy brown bangs away from his dark brown eyes, his new helm pushing them down over his face. "Why do I have to be the one to face this dragon? Besides, it only took one of our sheep... not much of a loss amongst the hundreds..."

The old man sitting across from him, the elder, sat in his seat of power. Curling his lips and sucking at his teeth, "Because we are not but a city of artisans boy...you are the strongest of us all! And if we do not stop it now, how many of our sheep will this creature take?!"

The young farmer scoffed, brushing at the thin patch that was his beard, "That does not mean I have the courage to face this creature!" He nearly stumbled as the women named Elda strapped his leggings tightly close to his arse. "And I certainly won't be slaying any dragons in this clumsy armor!"

The elder spit and croaked, "Shut it boy, that armor will protect you from getting scorched by the dragon's fiery breath!"

As he was forced outside and the rest of the city drove him towards the nearby hill, Melodd heard them shouting, "Kill the dragon! Kill the beast!"

In his head he thought, "I can barely kill a deer..."Climbing the nearest mountain, the young farmer knew he would not be able to return to his people without slaying the dragon, or face grief if he did. It was as if the dragon its self had burned a direct path half way up the mountain, leading right to the gaping stone entrance of its lair. The man was hesitant, creeping along the scorched rocks that seemed to sizzle with some kind of substance. There was a loud growl and the flicker of a flame which made Melodd freeze in his tracks. When it disappeared, the coward of a man fondled the handle of his blade with his fingertips and clung desperately to his shield as he made his way inside, his throat dry and his heart pounding in his chest.

The further he entered the cave, the hotter it became. The heavy droplets of sweat building up in the mesh over his limbs just made the bulky armor he was wearing more cumbersome and uncomfortable. As the flicker of light grew stronger, Melodd nearly whimpered like a scared do when he saw the massive talon prints in the soft ground that covered the cave floor. They were the size of his body and a little more. When he entered what seemed to be the main chamber of the cave, Melodd suddenly realized where all the hints of light were coming from. There were oil sieves lining the walls, all lit, their light bouncing off the almost unending piles of gold and jewels. And amongst it all, the dragon whom sat upon a massive stone throne, appearing like a king or queen, its multi-colored scales flashing brilliant performances of light amongst the cave walls. Melodd could not tell what colors the beast truly was, constantly switching between blues, reds, purples, and greens. The only thing that seemed to remain still were the four chiseled ebony horns upon its head, the pink among the webbing of its ears and massive wings, and the amethyst of its eyes.

A deep, booming voice sounded from the dragon's mighty snout, "Ah, a guest!" From the strong nobility of the voice, Melodd suddenly realized that the dragon was male. "And what is the manner of this visit young...man...is it?" The dragon chuckled, "It is hard to tell the difference between you all...flying high in the skies above."

Melodd gathered what he thought was courage as the dragon stood...on two legs. It was not courage that drove him to raise his sword, but the desire to survive. He was shocked to see the dragon stand like a man.

"Ah! Would you prefer to see me as the way your legends are accustomed to?" With a loud pop and crunch within his legs, the dragon lowered himself onto all fours, causing the ground to rumble beneath him. It was certainly what Melodd was accustomed to amongst the drawings and stories of dragons.

With a shaking jaw, Melodd raised his sword again, "I...I... have come..."

The dragon's face showed true irritation now, "Speak up man! You are like an ant whispering to a mountain! Tis disrespectful! Take some pride, open your mouth and shout if need be!"

Melodd swallowed, "I COME TO REPAY YOU FOR YOUR CRIMES OF THIEVERY!"

The dragon cocked his head, "Thievery? Me? What have I stolen?"

The farmer lowered his sword a little, "You...you have stolen one of our flock."

The dragon stared at the man, pondering what the small being had said. "You mean those tiny little morsels that freely wander about the hills...belong to you? Such a minor loss, and you come to negotiate...holding a sword?!" The armored man slowly started to back away, raising his shield as the dragon started to snort flames. "You dare treat ME, KELVALIK, like some tyrant!?" Melodd groaned as his shield suddenly became heavy and melted away from the gauntlet around his wrist, turning into in to a puddle of liquid orange on the ground. "Let me telling you something about dragons, BOY...!" It frightened the farm now that the dragon was not so polite, belittling him like a child by calling him boy. "...we do not need flaming breath to melt steel!"

As Kelvalik grew close, his large, blunt dragon snout only a few inches away, Melodd cried out, feeling a burning sensation within his armor. As the plates about his body slowly turned bright orange, he quickly undid the straps, tossing off all his clothing until he was only wearing the leather of his boots and a thick leather codpiece, his chainmail melting into the orange pool around his feet, only the handle of his sword still remaining intact. The dragon growled, his amethyst eyes flaring, "I think you need a proper education in the old ways of dragons....boy!"

Melodd began to whimper and cry as Kelvalik stared into his deep brown eyes...into his very soul! He felt his breath being taken away, his body becoming weightless. The farmer no longer cared for the worth of coin or anything beyond the basic needs of himself. Only love and a sense of duty filled his heart. When he slowly felt himself returning to his body, he felt warm, excited...aroused. The dragon gave a satisfied growl, deep in his chest, "Very good..."

Swaying back and forth, Melodd gazed up at the dragon in a haze, "Does this mean you do not wish to finish me off, my lord? I would happily wish to give myself to satisfy your hunger..."

Kelvalik chuckled once again, lowering himself until he lay upon his belly, reaching out with a talon to graze along Melodd's tanned, muscular body. "Now...Melodd...why would I want to waste such an excellent subject?" The dragon reached out with his smallest claw, grasping at the buckle that held the codpiece to the human's waist. With a meager tug, the buckle shattered and the cod piece fell to the ground, revealing Melodd's soft, impressive pride. The dragon purred, bringing his massive nostrils to the human's somewhat hairy chest, inhaling Melodd's natural, heavy odor.

Melodd's open mind was shocked at the dragon's words, not so bothered by his nakedness, "Do you favor me, my lord?"

The dragon gave a big grind, parting his scaly lips, showing off his massive fangs, "I do..."

"But...I am a man..."

Kelvalik chuckled and groaned, brushing his talons along Melodd's hairy legs, "That does not matter to me. I find all you furry little creatures...enticing."

The man chuckled, feeling the dragon's digits stroking along his rear, "I am not that hairy my lord, not compared to most men like me."

Kelvalik manipulated the man with his talons, turning him around, "Oh, but you are furry enough, Melodd..." the dragon growled lustfully, running his large nostrils down the human's hairless muscular back before stopping at Melodd's slightly hairy rear. Gently, with the thumbs of his talons, Kelvalik spread the human's rear, exposing the pink ring with thin tassels of body hair circling it, "...even in the most private of places..."

Melodd moaned as his new Lord's wet, slobbery tongue lashed out, lapping delightfully at the ring of his hole, dampening the bits of body hair the dragon had mentioned. Struggling to stand from the sheer bliss his Lord was offering him, the human tried to regain his posture, "Forgive me, I cannot contain myself ..."

The dragon chuckled, "I never expected you to..." he said, whipping his tongue forward once more, forcing a pained moan from the human as his master's massive whip like tongue penetrated his inner ring. But as the dragon's saliva cooled the aching burn, he gave off a relieved sigh, gasping as he fell back against the dragon's forehead, grasping to the ebony horns. As Kelvalik withdrew his tongue to speak, Melodd gasped and moaned, feeling an overwhelming ache as his insides felt needy for his master's mouth organ. With a deep chuckle, the dragon asked the man on his forehead, "Are you comfortable, Melodd?"

The main gasped, trying to regain control of himself, feeling a tickling ache deep in his hole, "Forgive me master...it is too much to take in at once... but I beg for more!"

With an amused chuckle, Kelvalik fell back into his bed of gold, the human grasping to his master's horns as they moved. Taking hold of the writhing man on his snout, he plunged the tip of his tongue once again into the human's hole, forcing him to cry out, his voice echoing throughout the cave. "My lord, you're tongue feels so right!" As the human begged for more, the dragon gave a mischievous grin at the corner of his snout. Crying out, Melodd suddenly felt the tongue pressing deeper into his insides. He gave off of moans of discomfort, but they were also of pleasure as he felt the dragon's tongue brushing against his stomach. Curling his dirt covered toes; Melodd cried out, "Oh...my Lord, I can't take anymore!" No matter how incredible it felt, the human feared he was close to bursting. Lowered to the ground, Melodd fell to all fours, gasping as his Lord's tongue was removed from inside him, his knees buckling from the sensations inside him. Collapsing on the ground, the human even struggled to kneel, covered in mud and his hooded length dripping with seed like a slightly opened tap at the inn.

Weak and overwhelmed, Melodd suddenly felt his new master hovering over him, a large talon placed upon his back, "Now, Melodd...my friend...since you started this little game...shall we finish it?" Melodd panted, large droplets of sweat falling from his bangs. Feeling an immense heat, he looked back over his shoulder, only to see the massive slit that withheld his master's pride slowly part, revealing the dragon's massive violet and pink member as it slowly grew to its full glory with a spear like tip and fleshy arrow like ridges along its length. There was a glint of admiration in Melodd's eyes...