Cyrus stepped forward, his bare foot pressing on the dirt. He looked over to his crimson student, Nuri, and spoke. “Im happy you agreed to go on this quest. This will be a great learning experience and will get you a weapon worthy of a warrior such as you.”
Nuri raised two fingers “that's assuming that one: the weapon is still there after being there for gods know how long and two: whatever enchantment it had is still effective.”
“Now now, young one. Like I said this is a learning experience. Nothing in this world is certain and we cannot live our lives worried about what may be. We must do what we think is best. Besides this is dragonic made. I can promise you that the enchantment of the legendary Thundersoul will still hold firm. When we brave the journey there and make our way through the dungeon that holds it you will know what it's like to have a real weapon.”
Nuri raised a brow and hefted her warhammer on her shoulder. It was a simple weapon, consisting of a rounded weight on the end of a wooden shaft. “you promise this yet you just said nothing in this world is certain.”
The male shrugged “fair. Nothing is certain except dragonic craftsmanship.”
He then stopped in his tracks, holding up his hand to tell his apprentice to do the same. She did so. The two dragons silently stalked through the forest and came across a clearing. They saw a group of four humans accusting a trio of kobolds. The humans all wore matching uniforms, consisting of a yellow and whtie tunic with a golden yellow circle in the middle of their chest. Neither dragon could see the kobolds well, but they saw that a human snatched a pack and emptied the contents on the ground.
Cyrus narrowed his eyes and let out a low growl. Nuri was almost surprised to see this level of anger suddenly rise in her master. He pointed off in the direction behind the humans. She nodded and moved behind the pack.
“Damn lizards don't have anything good on them.” A bearded golden order man said as he rummaged through the scattered items on the floor.
One furthest away, a female with a bow and arrows, spoke up “think we can get anything selling the lizards themselves?”
A clean shaven man drew a dagger and walked to the kobolds, who were all cowering now. “too much work to take em alive. Their horns can be worth something if we find the right buyer.”
A sudden flash of steel between the shaven man and the kobolds caused him to stumble back and fall on his rear.
“How much is a dragon worth?” asked the black dragon, his voice dripping with venom. He stood a head and shoulders taller than any Golden Order member there. Cyrus pulled his sword from where he chopped it into the ground. He positioned the blade behind him in a low fighting stance.
The clean shaven man scrambled to his feet, holding his dagger in front of him. “There are still four of us, just walk away cold blood.”
The large dragon fixed is glare on him. The man flinched when he met his eye fear washing over him. This quickly turned to anger. Reasoning that this large creature must be slow he charged forward. It was lightly armoured and a blade through the ribs would be as fatal to it as anything else. He lunged forward and suddenly his world went black.
In one smooth motion Cyrus let go of his cumbersome weapon with one hand and struck the man across the face with a closed fist. The humans path shifted and he took two steps to Cyrus' side before falling to the ground stunned.
“Next.” Cyrus said stabbing his sword into the dirt and outstretching his arms, daring the next foe to come. A female took up his challenge. She approached, more carefully than her predecessor. She slowly circled her foe.
Meanwhile the archer of the group pulled an arrow and already notched it. She had pulled it back and took aim at the large black dragon. Suddenly she felt a blow on her inner calf, causing her to shoot her arrow wide. She looked down and saw a circular hunk of metal between her legs.
“Fighting from afar isn't my thing. I like up close and personal.” Nuri said from behind the archer right before she drove her warhammer upward with all her might. The hard metal collided with the woman's crotch with all the might of steel driven by dragonic muscle. She was handily lifted off her feet by the impact. She could only vocalize a pathetic squeak as she fell back to the earth in a crumpled whimpering mess. “Can't wait for magic to get added to this.” The red dragon said with a giggle.
The female facing Cyrus was waiting for aid from her archer. When she didn't see an arrow pierce the dragon's hide she spared a glance over her shoulder and was horrified to see a red dragon standing over her ally. She cursed and turned back to the black dragon. She stabbed her blade, only for it to be avoided with shocking speed from the larger beast. She swung downward, trying to cut him anyway she can, only for the dragon to catch her wrist. He squeezed with enough force to make her cry out and drop her weapon. He then shot out his other hand and grabbed her by the front of her tunic. Effortlessly he lifted the woman up, causing her feet to dangle a few inches off the ground.
“How does it feel to be helpless, Golden Order?” Cyrus asked as he let go of her arm and kept her suspended in the air. She grumbled and shot her foot forward and struck the reptile in his generously sized testicles. The dragon lurched forward a little but he kept his grip. She tried to kick a couple more times, each solid kick only causing him to grunt in pain. She suddenly wished she had armoured boots. With a snarl Cyrus reached his free hand towards the woman's groin and grabbed hard. She yelled out in pain as her womanhood had armoured fingers dug into it. Cyrus lifted the woman above his head, not letting up on his grip until he threw her forward at the last upright Golden order man.
The man was knocked on his back and pinned under the woman, who was in too much pain to register anything else around her. Cyrus lifted his scaled foot up and stomped it down on the man's unprotected crotch.
Cyrus turned and saw the man he punched in the face had regained his footing. He held his dagger out, his face already bruised from where Cyrus struck him. The man charged forward, only for Cyrus to maneuver around him and pin the arm he had the weapon in behind his back. Nuri saw this and dropped to one knee. Patting the knee she had out she yelled out “remember the trial? Pretend I'm the log!”
Cyrus smirked and grabbed the humans inner thigh to lift him up and force his legs open. He brought him down, combining both of their weights so that the man's balls were compressed to near breaking point on the red dragon's leg. When the human yelled out and crumpled to the ground Nuri chuckeld “you'd never be warriors.”
The two dragons gathered their opponents weapons and sent them off limping and holding their damaged bits. Cyrus turned to face the kobolds but was surprised when the trio of them all gathered around Cyrus and hugged his legs, thanking him profusely. Each of them only was as tall as Cyrus’ hip, as fully kobolds never grow to be tall. Each of the smaller reptiles looked almost like smaller versions of their taller counterparts. Each of them were humanoids with scales for skin. Short horns adorned their heads and each were minimally dressed in a top and loincloth. When Cyrus looked down he saw something that brought his heart rate up and caused a twitch in his nethers. All of the kobolds, the two female and one male, had massive asses. Even Nuri, who had a large behind, had a smaller butt despite her height advantage. The black dragon had to avert his gaze to avoid becoming fully erect. “You are all very welcome. I will always fight the Golden Order wherever they show up. They are all cowards to prey upon those weaker than them.”
One of the kobolds looked back up to Cyrus “please, brave dragon, let us thank you properly. Come to our village and we give you food and any supplies you need. Anything else you need will be taken care of.”
Cyrus mind went to lewd thoughts at the last part of that. He hesitated for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. All of the smaller lizards yelled in excitement. Nuri walked beside her master, “I'm sure you are thinking of your needs.”
Cyrus coughed awkwardly. “I simply wish to not be rude. It's only proper to make sure they get home safely.” he said as his eyes wandered to the trios asses. “We must remember our training.” He said, mostly to himself. Now looking at his student “I don't believe you have met kobolds before. Many of them look up to dragons like us greatly. I'm sure we will be given quite the welcome when we arrive to their home.”
Some time later everyone arrived at the kobold village. It was a humble gathering, owing to a nomadic lifestyle. There were several tents erected, each serving a practical purpose. The sight of the two taller reptiles caused a stir, everyone scrambling to their homes to tidy themselves up or don their best clothing. Cyrus himself felt a bit awkward, feeling as though people were making too much of a fuss for him. Many new kobolds, mostly female, gathered around the black dragon and complimented him or offered him humble gifts. Likewise many male kobolds surrounded Nuri, offering the same to her. A loud metal clunking drew the attention of everyone. They all turned and faced an older looking kobold. Her horns were longer and curled back like those of a goat. She clanged on a large gong once more before speaking up. “Calm yourselves! You do not wish to overwhelm our guests.” The crowd listened to their elder, backing away with awkward apologies and smiles. The elder directed groups to prepare a meal of squash and the dining area. She then approached the two dragons. “What brings you two here?”
Cyrus spoke up “we found some of your people being attacked by Golden Order goons and we had to step in to help. I will not stand by when the innocent are being preyed upon.”
Nuri coughed and spoke “humble.”
The black dragon quickly sneered at his student before looking back at the older kobold as she spoke. “well, let us offer our thanks. Please stay and rest yourselves.”
Cyrus smiled “please I would not want to impose upon…”
Nuri quickly spoke up “I heard squash we are sure as Hell staying for that.”
The male dragon chuckled “young one, you must learn the art of ‘playing it cool’”
It was later in the night and the dragons had eaten their fill. Most of the village was gathered around a fire, listening to a tale from Cyrus. Nuri was trying to eat as much squash as she could stomach. The black dragon let out a hearty laugh “And the two of us are taking turns kicking each other in the crotch over and over. By the gods a bugbear can kick. But forced myself to keep going, as it was the only way to win thier trial by combat.”
One of the female kobolds he had rescued put a hand on his thigh “I knew you could beat him. What happened afterwards?”
“Me and the bear actually got along well afterwards.” Cyrus said, his own dick giving a twitch thinking about what came afterwards. “Well anyway that's the end of that tale. Is there anything else you wish to hear?”
Nuri couldn't help but chuckle. She knew her master was in heaven, having an audience that hung on his every word and didn't press him when he cut off his tales when things got really interesting.
One kobold raised his hand “You mentioned the gods before. We don't know too much about the dragon gods.”
“I would be all too happy to tell you about them. I very much wish to be able to see one someday.”
All the smaller reptiles gathered around closer, clearly interested by the talk of the divine. Cyrus let his comment hand in the air for a moment, also clearly enjoying himself.
“But we must go way back. Back to the dawn of time. Before time itself the earth was barren and devoid of life. There was only Mother Dragon, Goddess of life itself. She saw the world as it was and found it lacking. Using her powers she created the aspects of the world we know today, and in the same process created the lesser dragon gods. For example she scooped out great mounds of the earth and piled them up. She filled the holes with water and created the god of oceans as well as the god of mountains. When life developed she imbued some with the desire to defend their own and those they loved, thus created the Protector god. All was not well, however, as all dragons have a fire within them. Each one has a burning passion within them and the lesser gods are no exception. They gave themselves to their lusts and bred with abandon. This is what caused the world to have mortal reptiles, like you and me.”
The kobolds all beamed with pride at hearing themselves be compared to a dragon. Cyrus continued “Mother Dragon stepped in and stopped the lesser gods before they caused too much of an issue. They heard and obeyed. Now we try our best to not give into our base desires.” waving a hand the black dragon spoke “too frequently. But we do have one day where we surrender ourselves to our desires. It only happens once every ten years. When the World Flower planned by Mother Dragon blossoms. Reptiles from far and wide gather round and celebrate our inner fire. It is said that rarely a lesser god will visit. I have yet to encounter one in my lifetime but I remain hopeful. And I hope to take Nuri to the inner circle of the next one. In our old tongue it is known as" Cyrus let out a loud roar followed by a guttural language. The kobolds all shyed away by the sudden shift in his speech. The black dragon looked at the effect this had on them and chuckled. “In the common tongue it is just known as the Days of Blossoming. I've had many good memories of my times there. I can't even begin to explain how excited I was when I was allowed in the inner circle of the event, where all the reptiles who have proven themselves are allowed. So many wonderfully tall dragons, lizardfolk with great crest and eccentric clothing. All of the..”
Cyrus stopped himself when he noticed himself he had become fully erect. Nuri crossed her legs, just imagining herself at the inner circle made herself get wet. This didn't go unnoticed by the kobolds. Each one eyed up the dragons. One spoke up “Surely you can't keep this fire bottled up for ten whole years. Can we have a smaller day of blossoming?” Cyrus stood up, his penis almost hitting a kobold. He moved away from the group “I need to go for a walk.” roughly half the kobolds followed him. Nuri, following her master's lead, got up as well, not wanting to give into temptation.
The red dragon walked around the village, almost feeling like a giant surrounded with structures made for creatures half her size. Anywhere she went she was met with lusty looks from the kobolds and open invitations to use them however she wanted. Nuri tried her best to ignore these, remembering what her master said about keeping her inner fire keen. The previous talk of the Days of Blossoming didn't help her condition at all. She had attended those events before but was never allowed in the Inner Circle. Still, just remembering those days of debauchery stirred her passions greatly. During her walk she heard what she thought was Cyrus. She followed it until she found a rather large tent. Slightly worried for his condition but mostly curious she entered and was hit with warmth and the scent of mating. She found the black dragon sitting down with his legs spread. Two kobolds, one male and one female, were kneeling in front of him and eagerly licking every inch of the dragon's massive balls as they could. Cyrus himself was holding a female dragon and was about to lower her on his erect dick.
“Master!” Nuri shouted in surprise and frustration. “what was all that about not giving into base desires and keeping the inner flame keen?”
Cyrus gave a short yell in shock, tossing the kobold he held in the air slightly before catching her. He stammered for a moment before speaking. “Well, you see my student, the thing you must remember is that…'' he stopped speaking for a moment to let out a shudder and moan. He looked down at the two between his legs “Can you guys give me a moment please?” The two seemed to be genuinely saddened that they had to stop their task, but did as they were asked.
The larger dragon addressed his pupil again. “As I was saying, a warrior can enjoy themselves. It's just important that these things cannot be taken to excess or enjoyed too often.”
Nuri raised an eyebrow at this, thinking it an excuse. Cyrus gave her an awkward smile in return. She then felt something warm on her leg and saw that a kobold had begun to hump at her leg. She shrugged and walked out of the tent, kobold still mounted on her, before yelling out “Who wants a face full of dragon coochie?” She was greeted by a chorus of many voices shouting “me!”
With a sigh of relief Cyrus addressed the dragon he was holding. “Are you sure you can'' he paused for a moment “accept what I can offer? I fear our sizes are not compatible.”
The held kobold giggled “don't worry, master dragon. I have trained for this moment.” She said as she pointed to a corner of the tent. There was a sculpture of a dragon penis, looking much like Cyrus’ own. At the sight and thought of creatures using that his own dick gave a twitch. Seeing this a sigh the two kobolds continued to give Cyrus a tough licking. He shuddered and began to lower the kobold on his erection.
He started slowly, still worrying for her wellbeing. He found her to be tight, but not to a distressing degree. The kobold herself gave only encouragement so he decided to give her what she wanted. He got gradually more rough and fast. He had total controle of the tempo of sex and he was loving it, using the smaller creature as a fleshlight. He looked around and saw all the faces around him filled with approving lust. He continued this for some time eventually finding himself reaching climax and giving a loud roar. His balls clenched upwards as he came, filling the kobold with his seed. He panted and let the smaller creature rest besides him. After some heavy breathing she clutched his arm “I hope a great warrior like you can ‘fight’ on after that.” His heart skipped a beat, already feeling his inner flame rekindling. Looking up he saw a few other kobolds poking their heads in the tent, hungry looks in their eyes. Cyrus let out a silent prayer for endurance.
After some time, neither dragon was in a position to keep track of time well, the duo left the village on shaking legs. They barely got out of view of the small town before both slumped to the ground. “What were we heading towards again?” Cyrus asked.
It took a moment before Nuri could honestly remember “magic hammer.”
“ah yes. We shall proceed. And remember, every step of the journey can be used as a form of training.”
Nuri looked back incredulously “what were we training back there?”
“Stamina” the master said confidently.
