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Ivaek had followed his orders to the letter. Raiding the Iron Prince’s farms, deterring the mercenaries and guards that followed after them, and prodding at the dragon prince’s strengths. Testing, and waiting. Each and every time the band of bandits the kobold had led were obliterated, leaving only him to escape into the shadows to start once again, as they had ordered him to do.
 
His blood was tied to dragon kind as a kobold, yet every time Ivaek’s faith wavered, they had always been there to keep him in line. But not today. Today, Ivaek had done as he was told, leading a small band of wolfmen and other kobold degenerates to their demise to goad more of the dragon’s guards away from their kingdom.
 
As fate would have it, there were only two attackers that had arrived in the night to lay waste to Ivaek’s party, but they were no armor-clad warriors trained within the dragon’s hold. It was the Iron Prince himself and his trusted royal guard Blackhide. In all his life, the kobold had never seen the sheer ferocity and strength of a dragon, either in person or in drawings.
 
When the dragon had descended upon their campfire, whom the band of bandits he had led were celebrating around, crushing one of the smaller kobold warriors in the grip of his tail, Ivaek felt his heart sink low into his chest. The beast stood thrice as tall as the Wolfmen around him, a monument of pure power made physical. His godly voice rang out through the tree’s as he spoke so casually of snuffing out each and every one of their lives.
 
Even as he began to tear through the bandits with tooth and claw, the guard that shadowed the dragon left from the darkness of the tree’s, wielding a inhumanly large halberd in her black-iron gauntlets, sinister red eyes glowing behind the slits of her helm. She wielded the weapon as if it were an extension of herself, easily laying waste to each bandit dumb enough to get in her way. Even without the weapon, she didn’t even waver to destroy the men before her with fist and cunning.
 
Terror squeezed Ivaek’s heart tightly. He wasn’t expecting to ever encounter the dragon’s revered captain, let alone the grey-scaled beast himself. No, he had to steel himself, he was the instrument of his master's will. Grabbing his great sword and armor, Ivaek quickly readied for what would clearly be his greatest battle.
 
Screams and the sounds of death rang out as the kobold stepped out from his tent, and into a bloodbath. Kobolds and Wolfmen laid in all manners of death, some crushed, and other's cleaved in two or burnt to a crisp. Arrows littered the ground, and the Iron Prince stood just in front of his personal guard, who was knelt with blood running down her knee.
 
Ivaek gave a toothy grin, so even a dragon couldn’t save his soldiers from injury, or perhaps he didn’t care in the first place? Either way, Ivaek raised his sword high into the air, staring angrily at the dragon.
 
“Rally men, today we slay a king!” He bellowed, watching the ground wilt around the dragon. What was the beast planning? All around them, the weapons still attached to their dead owners seemed to move of their own accord, even Ivaek’s greatsword pulled away from him for a moment.
 
As they approached the Iron Prince, the metals seemed to melt like water, flowing overtop him until they shaped themselves into plates of armor. In barely a minute the dragon had coated itself in dark metal, his voice echoing through the massive, blade-like teeth:
 
“Feel honored, you dregs of this world. For I, the Iron Prince, shall indulge the lot of you for one last battle.” His voice radiated through the air, the sound of metal scraping across metal seemingly bonded with his words. The remaining bandits by Ivaek’s side charged along with him, screaming their hearts out with weapons raised high.
 
The dragon’s maw opened wide, a faint glow springing forth from the back of his throat. Ivaek and two others managed to dive away from the resulting column of acrid green flames that incinerated the ones too slow to evade the fire. Before they could even stand, the Iron Prince was upon them, twisting around to stab his tail at the closest bandit.
 
A blade had manifested itself onto the beast’s tail, spearing the kobold bandit like meat on a skewer. Ivaek’s desire to fight sank before he could even lift his sword as his last ally was engulfed in the dragon’s iron maw, a rush of blood accompanying the sickly crunch as metal teeth dug into flesh and bone.
 
Ivaek’s mind reached out for the call of his lords, hoping beyond hope they would whisk him away from the inevitable fate he would endure. But only silence followed, he had been abandoned by the ones he served. Had he failed them? What did he do that they had not wanted?
 
 Suddenly, a new voice filled his mind, booming and loud as the beat of a drum.
 
“Those you served have betrayed you.” It said, a splitting headache tearing through Ivaek’s mind at the sheer strength of the voice. Even his masters couldn’t speak so clearly, so loudly. Who was speaking to him? The answer was as obvious as the defeat of his bandits.
 
“I offer you a chance of redemption, but you must surrender yourself to me, otherwise I shall tear your head from your body.” Helsin continued, pressing his powers against the kobold. He could feel a power trying to push against his own, but it was nowhere nearly as strong as himself. The kobold’s mind was ablaze with emotions, what was he supposed to do, to think?
 
“W-what would you have me do…?” Ivaek surrendered, his voice barely a whisper in his own head. He felt the dragon’s presence recede a bit, easing the agonizing pain that seared into his skull.
 
“Do exactly as I say, word for word.” Helsin commanded, keeping a focus on the pinned bandit not far from himself and Ivaek. Keeping a mental ward, forcing himself upon an unwilling subject, and maintaining his draconic armor all at once was draining him too much, but he managed to steal more magic from the area around him to assault the panicked and wounded bandit with an illusionary spell.
 
“You have utterly bested me, dragon. I know this now, and shall fight no longer.” Ivaek spoke clearly, dropping his sword to the ground and tearing his helmet off dramatically as he followed the commands that poured into him without question.
 
“A wise decision.” He heard, the dragon’s physical voice barely audible to him. His vision wavered, but he could see the dragon’s bladed tail come swinging towards his head, his eyes closing for the inevitable end.
 
It never came, and Ivaek slowly opened his eyes to see the dragon was no longer in front of him, but rather by the bandit speared to the ground by Blackhide’s halberd. A moment later the bandit limped frantically into the woods, leaving Ivaek, Blackhide, and Helsin alone in the bloody remains of the encampment.
 
“You will continue to do as I say, kobold.  Stand beneath me while I tend to my own, we shall be departing soon.” Helsin echoed through his mind, far softer than before. As if he were a child listening to an adult, Ivaek weakly followed the dragon’s command, stumbling beneath the hulking beast’s chest until he was between his trunk-like forelegs.
 
A flap of his wings warned Ivaek of what was to come as Helsin’s paws pulled the kobold against his chest tightly as the dragon took to the air. The ground whisked away from him, Ivaek gave a yelp of fear that was quickly cut off.
 
He was flying! The trees below became a blur of green and brown as Helsin’s wings cut through the air, wind curling over Ivaek’s snout. Even though he wanted to relish in the surge of freedom That surged through his chest, Ivaek’s thoughts were wrenched from the land slipping away below.
 
“You have made a wise decision, kobold. But my magic can only extract so much of your memory without your surrender.” Helsin’s voice echoed in his skull. Ivaek felt something… probing at his thoughts, most likely the dragon doing exactly as he said. The kobold was well beyond the point of returning to his masters, but they had abandoned him in the first place! They weren’t deserving of his loyalty anymore.
 
The kobold felt the probing in his mind cease, then a cold wave washed over him, sending shivers up his back and into the tips of his limbs. Helsin studied every bit and piece of the young kobold’s memories, searching for his so-called “masters”.
 
Ever since he had been a hatchling, Ivaek scrounged the many towns and woods to cling to life, an orphan to even his own ilk, who tormented him for the unsightly scales, a motley brown shunned for its ugliness. One ray of hope came to him as he laid beaten by a group of kobolds, the memory itself tattered and undiscernible.
 
From then on, Ivaek proved himself in pit fights, mercilessly slaughtering every opponent that stepped within the cage doors. His cage doors. Helsin made a note of where the pit fight was as the memory shifted to a map of his kingdom, a clawed finger jabbing into the worn, yellowed parchment.
 
In his scouring of the kobold’s memories, Helsin only noticed when the memories disappeared altogether that Ivaek had fallen unconscious, slumped against his forearms. It was no matter, he would continue the interrogation on his own time. For now, Helsin hovered the limp kobold out of his grasp and onto his back, where his captain was sound asleep as well.
 
After the charade of landing at his castle, waving to the commoners eagerly awaiting his return, and turning in to his quarters for the night, Helsin’s own body had begun to succumb to fatigue. He had etched a strong ward into the kobold, which had taken its own toll on the dragon, but all other magic had left him drained.
 
Before heading into the bath, Ivaek was set down on a wide seat made of velvet, leaving him alone while Helsin walked into the bathing room with Blackhide still on his back. Ivaek woke up sometime after, rolling off the seat with a sudden yelp. Looking around, he was in a lavish room, fitted in golden furniture, colorful wallpaper, and endless numbers of trophies mounted on the walls.
 
There were two massive doors, one he assumed leading out to the recesses of the castle, and the other clearly a bathroom of some sort, given the steam and splashing he could hear on the other side. Standing up, Ivaek’s head felt as if it had been hammered by a smith, but the pain a receded almost instantly. Weird.
 
Walking towards the door gushing with steam, Ivaek noticed two things: One, he was still mostly clad in his blood stained plate mail. And two, amongst the splashing of water on the other side, Ivaek could hear…. moaning?
 
First, Ivaek shucked the heavy plate mail as quietly as he could, his tired muscles aching from the weight pressing into them. Thankfully he was still wearing his cloth tunic and shorts beneath his armor, he had never been a fan of his scales even being slightly visible. Relinquished of his bulky metal plates, Ivaek cracked open the door to the bathroom enough to peak his head though.
 
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The last thing he had been expecting, which seemed rather dumb after hearing the moaning, was the Iron Prince slouched against the rim of the tub with his black-scaled guard stroking the beast’s massive penis. Ivaek, never in a lifetime, expected such a thing. Blackhide’s hands stroked over Helsin’s body-length member with fervor, her head dipping out of sight to do… something.
 
Whatever she was doing, it was working extremely well, given the ecstatic look on the dragon's snout, his tongue lazily flopped out onto the bath’s tile. Ivaek could barely see past half of the dragon’s impressive tool, yet his mind had already begun constructing his own fantasy of its sheer length and… Ivaek visibly shivered from the thoughts.
 
His slit was already parting as his hands reached down, undoing his belt frantically. His eyes never left the dragon’s shaft, it was awe inspiring, deserving of worship. Ivaek was a kobold after all, it was in his blood to lust for such transcendent beauty, no matter what his faith or beliefs denied him.
 
His scaly hand clasped around his growing erection, the touch of his scales against his flesh forcing newer and more vivid thoughts to bear. Ivaek hated his own hide of brown, yet if he just closed his eyes for a moment, the kobold could pretend that they were the glistening steel grey that Helsin proudly displayed, which brought a lustful panting from Ivaek’s lips as he stroked himself.
 
Blackhide’s head reappeared from beneath the tub’s rim, her tongue slavering over the dragon’s tool, leaving a slimy trail as she crested his head. Ivaek’s paw followed her motions, rubbing and squeezing his tip. How he wanted to be in her place, worshipping the dragon’s glory with every fiber of his being.
 
Awash in his own fantasy, Ivaek let out a moan, freezing in place as he noticed one of the dragon’s eyes flick over to him. Stone still, Ivaek nearly collapsed in relief when Helsin’s golden gaze turned back to his guard as she said something the kobold couldn’t hear. This time Ivaek kept himself in check as he began to jerk himself faster and faster, the warmth in his loins spreading over him as he continued to watch Blackhide.
 
Helsin gave a guttural moan as Blackhide did something beyond Ivaek’s field of view, her long tail barely visible for more than a second before disappearing back beyond the tub’s rim, but what she did next he watched in all his lust-fueled masturbating: he watched her engulf the tip of Helsin’s rod into her mouth. Ivaek was even more envious as Helsin’s whole body quaked, teeth tightly gritted together as she took as much of him into her maw.
 
Actually… watching Blackhide swallow the dragon’s length brought an even stranger, lustful thought to Ivaek’s mind. It would cost him the glorious view of the dragon prince and their acts entirely, but the kobold was more than willing to piece the rest together to live out the wild fantasy swarming his thoughts.
 
Gently closing the gap of the door, Ivaek’s hands quivered as he faced the wall beside the door. He had always stayed limber under his old masters’ commands, but he never tried anything like this in his privacy. Ivaek rolled forward until his legs were planted against the wall along with his back.
 
He felt silly in the odd position, but coming face-to-face with his dripping member washed away the embarrassment quickly after. He wasn’t a small kobold in terms of length, but he still had to bend his hips forward a bit for his tip to bump against his snout. Ivaek closed his eyes, thinking only of Helsin and Blackhide as he let his tongue brush against himself.
 
The feeling was strange, but far more pleasant that he had expected. Keeping in mind his tail and feet, which he feared would bash against the wall, Ivaek sunk his member into his mouth. The warmth around his cock was mind-boggling, thanks in part to the fantasy running through his head.
 
To Ivaek, he was in Blackhide’s place, swallowing every inch of the great dragon’s member with reckless abandon to himself. Ivaek sucked against the cock in his mouth, tongue swirling over its length to pleasure his new master. His neck craned to bob up and down on the meaty tube, his tail quivering, wanting to thrash frantically in every direction.
 
Ivaek felt a burning sensation in his being, a flame he hadn’t known existed. Was it his love of his true master’s, of dragons, whom he had harbored so much hate for at the behest of those he served before? How had he been so blind to such glory? These thoughts hardly surfaced in Ivaek, awash in the fantasy of serving the Iron Prince. Had his mouth not been stuffed, the kobold would have been muttering all manner of obscene things to express his love.
 
But his thoughts were certainly saying them, which was polluting Helsin’s own as he tried to maintain some sense of composure in front of Blackhide, which was proving far too difficult. Still, the devotion Ivaek was revealing was far stronger than the guards Helsin entrusted far more in his throne room. He wanted to reward the kobolds fierce admiration, throwing a few subtle enchantments through the mental link Ivaek didn’t know was still open.
 
Ivaek swallowed his entire length once more, relishing in the warm cock between his lips. The warmth he had felt was growing stronger and stronger, his cock throbbing under his self-worship. All at once, Ivaek’s orgasm rang out through him in a wave of heat, tingling the tips of his very being as his thoughts melted into muted cries of ecstasy. A torrent of sticky cum fired into his maw, tongue tasting the salty taste.
 
He was still in his own fantasy of worshipping Helsin as his load spewed down his throat when a ear-piercing roar filled his thoughts. Like a cherry on top, Ivaek’s orgasm found new resurgence with the draconic roar, shooting more and more cum into the kobolds overeager mouth and tongue. In his mind, Helsin roared into the night, thrusting his massive tool into Ivaek’s throat, which still sought to caress the throbbing meat as cum surged into him like a tidal wave.
 
Ivaek swallowed every drop he could, not wanting to waste even a single drop of the false dragon’s invaluable seed. When his climax finally settled, Ivaek was panting like a hound, cum splattered over the edges of his lips. His ears were still ringing from the roar… wait, had that been real? Ivaek’s eyes fluttered open, still awash in the glow of his orgasm. He slowly fell onto his side, lifting himself up with shaky arms to peek into the bathroom once more.
 
Helsin was still in the same position, with a cum-slickened Blackhide hovering just above his snout with legs spread wide. Her moans and squeals were unmistakable, the dragon’s tongue pounding into her folds with masterful dexterity. Ivaek’s cock twitched at the sight, but refused to rise again after expending Ivaek’s greatest orgasm ever. Slowly, Ivaek shut the door and grabbed his armor, dragging it behind him as he made his way back to the seat Helsin had set him on. After his mind-blowing orgasm, Ivaek felt an extreme fatigue bury itself into him.
 
Tossing the metal armor beside the dragon-sized chair, Ivaek crawled onto the side of the massive cushion. Pulling as much strength as he had left, the kobold tried to clamber onto the soft fabric. He failed in doing so, his grip slipping up and leaving him to fall onto the soft carpet, asleep before he even hit the ground.
 
Exiting the bathroom, Helsin noticed the sleeping kobold beside the chair he had set him on. Blackhide was sound asleep on his back, having been treated the powers of a draconic tongue. His magic was all but spent, but he still had enough to lift the kobold onto the bed, curling a thick comforter over his half-nude form. Where had his pants gone? Helsin found the answer as something caught over his leg, a quick glance finding the fabric torn under his thick hind claws.
 
The link to Ivaek’s mind was still open, and Helsin gave a second to see just what the kobold dreamed.
 
Wind whipped through Ivaek’s golden scales, the world a blurred rainbow save for what carried him. Beneath the kobold, Helsin’s great form pierced the air as they flew and flew. For so long, Ivaek had only cared for the ones he had served. But today, today he could finally smile for himself.
 
The End...