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His body was mostly covered in a heavy sheath of plate armour, several deep scratches and dents showing the well-polished equipment's age and use, a dark green tabard layered on top of the armour. His scales were an obsidian black, glinting in the light of the roaring fireplace, his belly and chest bright yellow in colour. Two sharp horns poked out from the top of his head, two additional ones from both sides of his neck, the four prongs all shining as if coated in a deep layer of gleaming gold. On his hip hung a monolithic greatsword, large enough to cleave any average man in two with ease, flowing carvings and beautiful embedded gemstones decorating its hilt. Most of the patrons of the tavern steered clear of Cyrus, his size and weaponry already enough to make one think twice before striking up a conversation with him, the tall tales and myths about dragonkin not inspiring much confidence in him either. However, if one were to take a few moments to study his gentle yellow eyes, you would be able to see the deep well of empathy and intelligence that guided his journeys. Dragons like him could live for nearly an eternity if not slain by some outside force, Cyrus himself being nearly a century old, a young whelp when compared to the oldest living dragonkin. He had spent the years of his life working many different jobs: from a humble mill worker to a guardsman, and from an alchemist's apprentice to a woodsmith. He had even spent a few faithful years working in a whorehouse, though he never revealed what exactly his job there was whenever he spoke about the occasion with his fellows. Cyrus however had always found it difficult to settle down in any one place, his dragonic heart always yearning to fly free and travel around the kingdoms, so he decided to put all of his skills to the test as an adventurer: roaming from town to town, fulfilling the requests of nobles and merchants, keeping the local people safe from whatever might worry them. \n\nCyrus took a sip of his ale, closing his eyes in satisfaction as the swill poured down his throat, a feeling of warmth enveloping him. He leaned back slightly and relaxed just as the door to the tavern opened, a small figure stepping inside. The figure was groaning and grunting, moving slowly through the floor towards Cyrus. He swivelled his head to see where the grunting was coming from, the mysterious figure finally coming into view from the crowd. He was a small kobold, less than half the size of the dragon, a large rucksack strapped to his back and a bag draped over his shoulder, every step he took seemingly almost toppling him down. He was wearing a simple and cheap grey gambeson, the armour just a tad too large for him, sagging and drooping around his lithe body. His scales were a royal purple, ill-fitting for his current state, yet he still had a wide smile on his face. Even with the baggy armour tied around him, it was obvious that his body wasn't built for stoutness, his supple and slim form fairly easily mistaken for that of a female kobold from a distance. As soon as he spotted the dragon looking over at his direction, he straightened up his back and bit down on his lip, his face red as he desperately tried not to grunt or show any other signs of struggling with the heavy burden while he sauntered next to Cyrus. The black dragon quickly hopped up from his seat and grabbed the bag from his hand, easing his load, \n\"Opal, I told you to just leave all of this at the trader and come get me once you had it all sorted! You didn't need to carry all of this here, I would've gladly done it!\" \nBetween quick gasps and huffs, the kobold smiled and managed to pant out a few words, \n\"Oh… it's… it's really no issue… I've… got it all… completely under control!\" \n\"Sit down, please.\" \nCyrus guided the small scalie down on the seat next to his, the dragon's hand keeping Opal steady. He watched the young man catch his breath with a small smile, not blind to the boy's attempts at impressing him. He had discovered Opal in a camp of slavers a handful of years back, the little boy still just a hatchling back then. Taking the kobold back into the nearest town while cradling the cub in his hands, Opal developed a bond with him. As he was about to leave for the next town, the boy ran up to him and begged for him to take Opal along. From that day onwards, the pair had travelled together, Cyrus teaching him the ropes of adventuring. \n\nCyrus sat back down, taking a gulp of his drink with a small sigh of satisfaction, noticing the kobold looking at his glass with a slight thirst. He grinned and waved a hand at the bartender, a well-built hawk with a stained apron on him, a few noticeable scars and blotches of missing feathers on him from his previous hunts. 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He took a slight breath before picking up the mug and taking a small sip of the firebrew, his eyes immediately widening as he coughed and sputtered, the mouthful of liquor spilling on his armour. Cyrus held back his laughter, only patting the boy on the back with a smile as he grabbed the firebrew and slid it towards him, \n\"I think you're still just a little bit too green for that stuff, ought to stick with the ale for now.\" \nNot wanting the drink to go to waste, he gulped down the whole mug, swallowing it in one go as Opal lapped at the soothing ale, his cheeks blushing lightly. \n\nThe kobold and his mentor sat in silence for a few moments, the busy crowd humming and clattering around the pair as they enjoyed their drinks. He finally turned to the dragon, clearing his throat quietly, \n\"Sooo… when can I start my training?\"\n\"What do you mean? I'd say you're well on your way already.\" \n\"No, you know what I mean! Training with swords! And crossbows! And potions, fire potions especially!\" \n\"We'll… we'll get to all that eventually, you needn't worry.\" \n\"Oh, please? You've been saying that for years now, I wanna start hacking up bad guys like you do!\" \n\"I simply do not want to see you hurt, that's all. Training with a blade is a serious task that requires true control of your entire…\" \nAs Cyrus was busy with his speech, the boy quickly glanced around the tavern before scooching his seat closer to the man, a grin growing on his muzzle as he inconspicuously slid his closest hand onto the dragon's lap, groping around for a few seconds before he found his prize, feeling a slight bump on the front of the pants. Cyrus' monologue trailed off as he looked down at what was happening, a mix of panic and surprise on his face as he tried to close his legs somewhat, wary of letting the other patrons see what was going on as he whispered out his objections, \n\"Wha… what are you doing! Here, now!?\" \n\"Shh…\" \n\"You can't just bribe me with handjobs to get everything that you want, this is a very serious…\" \nThe kobold's small hand gripped his stiffening cock through his pants, stopping him mid sentence as a low moan forced its way out of his muzzle, the claws on his hands digging deep gouges into the wooden bar top. Opal grinned up at him, the boy's slim tail sharply whipping around in the air, \n\"Sorry, what were you about to say there~?\" \nHe groaned and bit down on his lower lip, looking behind his shoulder at the large crowd of people gathered in the tavern, none of the bystanders thankfully having spotted the pair of perverted scales, yet. He grabbed Opal's hand and pushed it out of his lap, huffing, \n\"Fine, fine, You win! But not here, c'mon.\" \n\nThe dragon gulped down the remainder of his drink before standing up, pulling his tabard down to make sure that any suspicious bulging in his pants would hopefully be hidden from anyone who happened to glance at him. He nodded towards the side exit of the tavern, Opal following him as he headed for the door. Stepping outside, the evening air was noticeably cooler than inside, though still comfortably warm. Cyrus walked to the back of the tavern, a small alleyway tucked behind the building, well out of eyesight of the main road of the village. With their privacy secured, he plopped his backside down onto a wooden crate, his large and muscular tail lazily slapping it as his hands fumbled with his pants. The kobold knelt in front of him, a cutely shy smile on his face as he gently pushed the man's hands away, his much nimbler fingers easily unlatching his belt and slipping his pants down enough for his package to be exposed. A thick shaft flopped against Cyrus' thigh, throbbing and growing harder with each passing second as Opal ran the tips of his fingers down it, a heavy set of balls hanging just below it. The boy leaned down to nuzzle his whole face directly into the family jewels, his muzzle resting against the base of the dick, his lips pressed against the balls. He opened his maw to let his wet tongue slither all over the two yellow orbs, his nose picking up the manly musk of a warrior who's been up on his feet for the whole day. While still licking and lapping at the ballsack, Opal gripped the girthy shaft with both of his hands, only barely able to wrap his fingers around the whole circumference of it. Cyrus let out an affectionate and quiet growl, his eyes staring lovingly down into the kobold's,\n\"Ohh… keep going…\" \nOpal slowly moved his muzzle towards the tip of the dick, wrapping his lips around it and suckling on it like a teat, the heavy flow of precum filling his mouth up with the salty and slick liquid. The dragon tried his hardest not to buck his hips against the boy's muzzle and bury his whole shaft in the teasingly warm and tight tunnel, his breath causing wisps of steam to twirl around in the cool air. He felt the cub's tongue coiling around his tip, curious hands kneading his balls, as he roared out and let loose a gigantic blast of cum, spurts of draconic seed squirting out from Opal's nose and from the sides of him maw as he gagged, a pool of white forming on the dusty ground while he swallowed everything he could. His throat was pumped full of cum for nearly a minute straight before the torrent began to calm down, the front of his outfit splattered with large globs and ropes of sticky sperm as he gasped and stood up, his tail wagging as he kissed the tired dragon on the nose,\n\"So, about the weapon training~?\" \n\"Let's… just talk about that… back at the camp please. I've really got to… catch my breath for… just a moment…\" \n\nThe scaled pair rested for a moment in the dark alleyway, the last few rays of the sinking sun shining onto the peaceful and small village. Cyrus finally pushed himself off the crate and back up onto his feet, stuffing his cock into his pants and buckling his heavy belt around his waist once more. With that, the two picked up their gear, the dragon shouldering most of the heavy burden while Opal carried a small pouch of alchemical ingredients on his hip, and they started heading towards their campsite a little ways out of the town. Cyrus had always been rather fond of staying on his own rather than sleeping in inns or renting out beds somewhere else, his love of the peace of nature overpowering the risks and discomforts of roughing it in the wilderness. This method also saved him a good bit of gold that he'd otherwise have to pay for lodgings, which was certainly a very welcome bonus on the man's coin pouch. Snaking through a few back alleys and smaller footpaths to keep the questions about the boy's cum stained clothes to a minimum, the duo made it to the edge of the town, walking into the rather thick forest, their destination being the short mountain that the settlement was built next to. About a half an hour later, they had made it to the campsite, the ashes of a campfire still glowing and smouldering from the fire that Cyrus had made shortly before departing for the town, the smell of smoke and a few select herbs thrown into the flames keeping away most wild animals. Most of the duo's gear and their bed rolls were stashed in the mouth of an old mine, the nearby town originally being born from a small gold rush as rich veins of the glimmering minerals had been discovered in the rock, though all of the mines had completely dried out a long time ago. The dragon picked up a stack of dried firewood before kneeling down in front of the campfire, setting a few of the logs in the fire and sparking up a handful of kindling. Opal joined him as the two basked in the warmth of the growing fire, the boy slowly and quietly inching closer to Cyrus, pressing himself against the man's side as his tail wagged. \n\nCyrus wrapped a hand around the kobold purring next to him, a relaxed smile spreading on his muzzle as he ran two fingers down the boy's front, the fabric of the gambeson still stained and slightly sticky from his cum,\n\"You ought to take that off, we'll get it clean tomorrow.\"\nOpal nodded as he slowly started tugging at the outfit, loosening it enough for him to slip it off, his undershirt going along as well. His bare chest made the cub self conscious, his cheeks blushing as he looked away from the grinning dragon, \n\"Now now, there's no reason to be shy of your form~\" \nWanting to ease the boy's shyness, Cyrus undid the straps holding on his armour, a clanking momentarily filling the air as he pulled the plate armour off of himself, undressing until he was likewise nude from the waist up, \n\"See, nothing to be ashamed of.\"\nOpal looked back at his mentor, his blushing only deepening, the cause of it far from shyness however. His eyes ran down the dragon's muscled body, the yellow chest marked with a few old and ancient scars, his own slim form still as unblemished as the day he hatched. He had always been fond of Cyrus' body, their first romantic encounter happening as a result of the boy accidentally getting just a tad too careless while he relieved his lustful pressures after the two had bathed together. He leaned back, his tail curling up onto his lap, \n\"Now, you made me a promise back at the town, didn't you~\" \nThe man huffed slightly, turning his head to the fire, \n\"Well, to be clear, I never did promise to teach you here and now…\" \nHe paused for a second before glancing at the kobold, \n\"But I suppose I can't keep you from it forever. Now is as good of a time as ever.\" \nOpal jumped up in excitement, his flailing paused as Cyrus held up his hand, \n\"However, if you want to train with me, you'll first have to receive the markings of a warrior.\" \nUnsure of what exactly that meant, the boy nodded nonetheless, his expression of enthusiasm changing into slight confusion as the dragon stood up and started undoing his belt. He dropped his pants and threw off his underwear, taking off all of his clothes before smiling at Opal, \n\"Your turn. Take them all off.\"\n\n\nAs the kobold followed his instructions, he walked over to his bag and pulled out a metal case containing a rich blue powder, pouring some of it into a wooden bowl and mixing it up with water to make a thick paint. He set the bowl down and knelt in front of the cub, \n\"Dragons always mark themselves before going into great battles, every lineage has their own symbols and lines, passed down from father to son.\"\nIn the light of the roaring flames, he dipped two fingers into the blue paint before dragging them down the boy's naked body, drawing a circle on his belly, several concentric lines spreading out from his bellybutton, rough triangles zig-zagging along his sides. He squirmed and moaned lightly as the cold paint and the soft touch of the fingers tickled and teased him, his dick throbbing and rising up to full mast. Cyrus grinned as he swiped one finger along the length of his shaft, painting a stripe on it before setting the bowl down, \n\"Now it's your turn, mark me.\" \n\"H… how do I…?\" \n\"It matters not how you do it, your fingers will find the lines of your inner spirit.\"\nOpal took a deep breath before taking a glob of the paint on his finger, drawing several V-shaped markings on his chest, his hand almost unconsciously moving downwards, his face staring down the dragon's huge cock before long. Mesmerised by the dick, he plunged his whole hand into the bowl before gently placing it on one of the man's hefty balls, leaving a small blue handprint on it as a drop of precum dripped onto the ground. The paint quickly dried onto the pair's scales in the heat of the campfire, a toothy smile spreading on Cyrus' muzzle, \n\"Good, now we may begin~\" \n\nThe dragon stood up, his half erect dick hanging down between his legs as he motioned for the boy to rise, Opal's eyes scanning the assortment of weaponry scattered around the campsite, \n\"S… so which one are we going to train with first?\"\nCyrus grabbed both of the boy's hands, folding them tightly into two fists, \n\"These ones.\" \nConfused, he looked down at his empty hands then back up at his teacher, cocking his head. Cyrus chuckled, \n\"Your hands, your legs, your weight, your body. These are the most natural weapons you have available, from birth to the day you return to the earth. I will also not need to worry about tending to any nasty cuts if your swing goes wrong, unlike with a blade.\"\n\"But… my hands aren't a weap…\" \nOpal's words were cut off as the dragon suddenly shifted his leg slightly, sweeping the boy's feet and sending him stumbling down onto the soft ground with a quiet thud and a grunt, \n\"They might not be quite as potent as sharpened steel, but they're plenty powerful… if you know how to use them. Come on, take me down!\" \nThe man pounded a hand against his hardened chest a few times, spreading his legs and bracing himself. The kobold quickly staggered up, his heart beginning to race as a determined look rose onto his face, his tail swooping low to keep his balance. The dragon stood mostly still as he circled around, waiting for a time to strike, finally jumping towards Cyrus and pouncing against his side. His larger weight made the cub's attack have little impact, stumbling back for a few steps before finding his footing again and returning the favour by wrapping both of his arms around Opal, trapping the boy in a bear hug. Both males were shiny with sweat as Opal tried to escape the grapple, eventually managing to wiggle out and retreat out of arm's reach, using his smaller stature and nimble body to zip all around Cyrus. Beginning to get cocky, he taunted the man, \n\"Maybe I've already bested you, on the first lesson as well~!\" \nThe dragon showed his fangs as he grinned, the flames of the campfire reflecting off of his yellow eyes, \n\"If you think that, then you haven't learned the first lesson: don't underestimate your opponent.\"\nWith surprising speed for such a large figure, he lurched forwards and took the kobold down to the ground, pinning the boy against the dirt as he sat down on top of him, his weight just about guaranteeing that Opal had no chance of wriggling out of that pin,\n\"Now, what was it again that you were saying, something about a victory~?\" \n\nThe young scalie grunted and groaned as his hands helplessly pushed against the dragon's flank, Cyrus' ass parked right on top of his chest to hold him down. Recognising the fruitless nature of his endeavour, he sighed and went limp, a sudden glint of inspiration in his eyes as he smirked. He slowly wiggled further down until his muzzle was right up against his opponent's bare ass, licking his lips as the dragon continued talking, \n\"Now, whenever you are in a position where your foe has you…\" \nCyrus' mouth twisted into a wince as he suddenly moaned, his legs buckling and forcing him to kneel down. He looked back to see the boy's maw buried deep in his tailhole, a wet slurping and smacking sound filling the forest as Opal rimmed him with fervour. The dragon's asshole was completely covered in the cub's slobber as he pushed his tongue into the puckered pink hole, drinking deep of the sweaty musk, his nose filled with the smell of a man. Cyrus clenched his ass as his cock twitched and shot out a rope of precum onto the kobold's belly, a second glob of pre following close behind and landing directly onto the boy's hard dick and cute ballsack, smearing the sticky fluid all over his package. He gripped the dragonkin's ass cheeks with both hands and spread them apart as best as he could, shoving his muzzle deeper between the two muscular buns, his agile tongue switching between slathering the twitching hole and plunging deep in it. Cyrus huffed as his rod slapped up against his belly, his hand reaching down to stroke at it, spreading the beads of his slick precum all around it. He gently pushed his backside down onto Opal's face, wiggling it around, grinding his tailhole on the boy's maw as he moaned and panted. On the verge of breaking, he quickly and suddenly lifted himself off of the scalie, out of breath as he stumbled forwards, \n\"Good… good… you've learned… there's many ways to take down your foe…\" \nThe kobold wiped his muzzle, his gaze glued on the throbbing hard length in front of him, still hungry for more. The dragon recognised the look, a grin on his face as he slowly slid his fist up and down his shaft, eager likewise to get some relief,\n\"Now… let's finish the training~\" \n\nCyrus gently laid down on a bed of soft grass, his dick still in one hand as he spread his knees apart, inviting the boy to join in. Buzzing with excitement, barely able to contain it, Opal pushed himself up off the ground and climbed on top of the man, his crotch grinding against the thick cock prodding his belly. The pair looked each other in the eye, staring with deep love and adoration as the dragon wrapped both of his large hands around the cub's sides, keeping him upright and stable as he aimed his flank towards the tip of the dripping dick. He sat down on it, holding back a loud cry as his toes curled up from pure pleasure, his asshole gaping open. Cyrus shifted his hands lower on the kobold's body, grabbing the boy's ass cheeks and gently massaging them while he pulled them apart, giving his shaft more space to move as he slowly started working the length in with small thrusts. Opal's maw hung open and strands of his drool dripped down onto the ground and on the larger male's belly as he moaned and gasped, his belly bulging out from the sheer size of the cock plunging into his tailhole. Thankfully for him, as well as the dragon, kobold's were particularly adept at taking on girthier partners, the scaled little cuties being a particularly hot item in brothels and whorehouses. Opal had taken his teacher in his ass enough times to be almost completely used to it, though every time he still found ways to be surprised at just how big the cock was and just how full it made him feel. Burying the claws on his feet into the soft dirt, Cyrus snorted and huffed, his balls slapping against the boy riding him, his dick completely bottomed out. His body shook as he let out a loud and feral roar, several birds flying away from nearby trees as Opal's ass was flooded with cum, the kobold bending over and grunting as the hot stream made his own dick quiver and spurt. \n\nThe duo laid together for a few moments, Cyrus' arms wrapped tightly around the cub as he panted, his rod unloading an enormous amount of seed in the snug tunnel that gripped and pulsed around his shaft. Finally, he gently began to pull the boy up off of his cock, Opal groaning the whole time as the dick retreated from his insides. As the tip popped free, a gush of cum spurted out onto the dragon's lap, covering his whole crotch and lower belly in a layer of thick and hot sperm, the kobold collapsing back on top of him. He kissed Opal on the muzzle as his tail intertwined with the smaller tail, the fire and each other's bodies keeping the two warm. Opal took a moment to gather himself before finally lifting his head weakly, a happy smile on his mouth, \n\"You're gonna need to teach me a lot more often if these are the sorts of lessons you had in mind~\" \n\"Oh, do not worry, you will still need years and years of training. Our session will not be over anytime soon~\" \nToo tired to bother with cleaning themselves up, the pair simply cuddled together in front of the fire, holding each other close as their eyes fell shut, their breathing relaxing until both drifted off to sleep. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Dragon's Apprentice

The tavern was busy with the hustle and bustle of the evening crowd, both the residents of the small village as well as most of the people passing through the village drinking and singing away the hours while the sun set, the shadows growing more intense. In the middle of the rather rowdy crowd, sitting in the quiet end of the bar, was Cyrus. The magnificent dragon stood almost twice as tall as most of the other patrons of the tavern, only a travelling band of minotaurs that had stopped there for a drink even coming close to his size. His body was mostly covered in a heavy sheath of plate armour, several deep scratches and dents showing the well-polished equipment's age and use, a dark green tabard layered on top of the armour. His scales were an obsidian black, glinting in the light of the roaring fireplace, his belly and chest bright yellow in colour. Two sharp horns poked out from the top of his head, two additional ones from both sides of his neck, the four prongs all shining as if coated in a deep layer of gleaming gold. On his hip hung a monolithic greatsword, large enough to cleave any average man in two with ease, flowing carvings and beautiful embedded gemstones  decorating its hilt. Most of the patrons of the tavern steered clear of Cyrus, his size and weaponry already enough to make one think twice before striking up a conversation with him, the tall tales and myths about dragonkin not inspiring much confidence in him either. However, if one were to take a few moments to study his gentle yellow eyes, you would be able to see the deep well of empathy and intelligence that guided his journeys. Dragons like him could live for nearly an eternity if not slain by some outside force, Cyrus himself being nearly a century old, a young whelp when compared to the oldest living dragonkin. He had spent the years of his life working many different jobs: from a humble mill worker to a guardsman, and from an alchemist's apprentice to a woodsmith. He had even spent a few faithful years working in a whorehouse, though he never revealed what exactly his job there was whenever he spoke about the occasion with his fellows. Cyrus however had always found it difficult to settle down in any one place, his dragonic heart always yearning to fly free and travel around the kingdoms, so he decided to put all of his skills to the test as an adventurer: roaming from town to town, fulfilling the requests of nobles and merchants, keeping the local people safe from whatever might worry them.

Cyrus took a sip of his ale, closing his eyes in satisfaction as the swill poured down his throat, a feeling of warmth enveloping him. He leaned back slightly and relaxed just as the door to the tavern opened, a small figure stepping inside. The figure was groaning and grunting, moving slowly through the floor towards Cyrus. He swivelled his head to see where the grunting was coming from, the mysterious figure finally coming into view from the crowd. He was a small kobold, less than half the size of the dragon, a large rucksack strapped to his back and a bag draped over his shoulder, every step he took seemingly almost toppling him down. He was wearing a simple and cheap grey gambeson, the armour just a tad too large for him, sagging and drooping around his lithe body. His scales were a royal purple, ill-fitting for his current state, yet he still had a wide smile on his face. Even with the baggy armour tied around him, it was obvious that his body wasn't built for stoutness, his supple and slim form fairly easily mistaken for that of a female kobold from a distance. As soon as he spotted the dragon looking over at his direction, he straightened up his back and bit down on his lip, his face red as he desperately tried not to grunt or show any other signs of struggling with the heavy burden while he sauntered next to Cyrus. The black dragon quickly hopped up from his seat and grabbed the bag from his hand, easing his load,
"Opal, I told you to just leave all of this at the trader and come get me once you had it all sorted! You didn't need to carry all of this here, I would've gladly done it!"
Between quick gasps and huffs, the kobold smiled and managed to pant out a few words,
"Oh… it's… it's really no issue… I've… got it all… completely under control!"
"Sit down, please."
Cyrus guided the small scalie down on the seat next to his, the dragon's hand keeping Opal steady. He watched the young man catch his breath with a small smile, not blind to the boy's attempts at impressing him. He had discovered Opal in a camp of slavers a handful of years back, the little boy still just a hatchling back then. Taking the kobold back into the nearest town while cradling the cub in his hands, Opal developed a bond with him. As he was about to leave for the next town, the boy ran up to him and begged for him to take Opal along. From that day onwards, the pair had travelled together, Cyrus teaching him the ropes of adventuring.

Cyrus sat back down, taking a gulp of his drink with a small sigh of satisfaction, noticing the kobold looking at his glass with a slight thirst. He grinned and waved a hand at the bartender, a well-built hawk with a stained apron on him, a few noticeable scars and blotches of missing feathers on him from his previous hunts. The bartender moved from one end of the bar to the pair, idly wiping a mug and observing the patrons while speaking,
"Can I git som'thn for ya?"
"Yes, get my friend a mug of the ale please."
The hawk was about to turn away to fetch the drink before Opal piped up, grabbing a few coins from his pocket and throwing them on the bar, the shiny gold clattering and jingling as it rolled across the wooden surface,
"Actually, I'd like something harder than ale!"
The bartender squinted an eye at the kobold before looking at Cyrus for his input on the situation. He simply shrugged and laughed,
"He's his own man, get him some firebrew I guess. But I'm still buying that ale, for when he realises his mistake."
The hawk spun around and poured two mugs from a set of barrels lined up along the wall behind the bar, setting both down in front of Opal. He glanced at the hard drink sitting near his muzzle, a stinging smell making his eyes water. He took a slight breath before picking up the mug and taking a small sip of the firebrew, his eyes immediately widening as he coughed and sputtered, the mouthful of liquor spilling on his armour. Cyrus held back his laughter, only patting the boy on the back with a smile as he grabbed the firebrew and slid it towards him,
"I think you're still just a little bit too green for that stuff, ought to stick with the ale for now."
Not wanting the drink to go to waste, he gulped down the whole mug, swallowing it in one go as Opal lapped at the soothing ale, his cheeks blushing lightly.

The kobold and his mentor sat in silence for a few moments, the busy crowd humming and clattering around the pair as they enjoyed their drinks. He finally turned to the dragon, clearing his throat quietly,
"Sooo… when can I start my training?"
"What do you mean? I'd say you're well on your way already."
"No, you know what I mean! Training with swords! And crossbows! And potions, fire potions especially!"
"We'll… we'll get to all that eventually, you needn't worry."
"Oh, please? You've been saying that for years now, I wanna start hacking up bad guys like you do!"
"I simply do not want to see you hurt, that's all. Training with a blade is a serious task that requires true control of your entire…"
As Cyrus was busy with his speech, the boy quickly glanced around the tavern before scooching his seat closer to the man, a grin growing on his muzzle as he inconspicuously slid his closest hand onto the dragon's lap, groping around for a few seconds before he found his prize, feeling a slight bump on the front of the pants. Cyrus' monologue trailed off as he looked down at what was happening, a mix of panic and surprise on his face as he tried to close his legs somewhat, wary of letting the other patrons see what was going on as he whispered out his objections,
"Wha… what are you doing! Here, now!?"
"Shh…"
"You can't just bribe me with handjobs to get everything that you want, this is a very serious…"
The kobold's small hand gripped his stiffening cock through his pants, stopping him mid sentence as a low moan forced its way out of his muzzle, the claws on his hands digging deep gouges into the wooden bar top. Opal grinned up at him, the boy's slim tail sharply whipping around in the air,
"Sorry, what were you about to say there~?"
He groaned and bit down on his lower lip, looking behind his shoulder at the large crowd of people gathered in the tavern, none of the bystanders thankfully having spotted the pair of perverted scales, yet. He grabbed Opal's hand and pushed it out of his lap, huffing,
"Fine, fine, You win! But not here, c'mon."

The dragon gulped down the remainder of his drink before standing up, pulling his tabard down to make sure that any suspicious bulging in his pants would hopefully be hidden from anyone who happened to glance at him. He nodded towards the side exit of the tavern, Opal following him as he headed for the door. Stepping outside, the evening air was noticeably cooler than inside, though still comfortably warm. Cyrus walked to the back of the tavern, a small alleyway tucked behind the building, well out of eyesight of the main road of the village. With their privacy secured, he plopped his backside down onto a wooden crate, his large and muscular tail lazily slapping it as his hands fumbled with his pants. The kobold knelt in front of him, a cutely shy smile on his face as he gently pushed the man's hands away, his much nimbler fingers easily unlatching his belt and slipping his pants down enough for his package to be exposed. A thick shaft flopped against Cyrus' thigh, throbbing and growing harder with each passing second as Opal ran the tips of his fingers down it, a heavy set of balls hanging just below it. The boy leaned down to nuzzle his whole face directly into the family jewels, his muzzle resting against the base of the dick, his lips pressed against the balls. He opened his maw to let his wet tongue slither all over the two yellow orbs, his nose picking up the manly musk of a warrior who's been up on his feet for the whole day. While still licking and lapping at the ballsack, Opal gripped the girthy shaft with both of his hands, only barely able to wrap his fingers around the whole circumference of it. Cyrus let out an affectionate and quiet growl, his eyes staring lovingly down into the kobold's,
"Ohh… keep going…"
Opal slowly moved his muzzle towards the tip of the dick, wrapping his lips around it and suckling on it like a teat, the heavy flow of precum filling his mouth up with the salty and slick liquid. The dragon tried his hardest not to buck his hips against the boy's muzzle and bury his whole shaft in the teasingly warm and tight tunnel, his breath causing wisps of steam to twirl around in the cool air. He felt the cub's tongue coiling around his tip, curious hands kneading his balls, as he roared out and let loose a gigantic blast of cum, spurts of draconic seed squirting out from Opal's nose and from the sides of him maw as he gagged, a pool of white forming on the dusty ground while he swallowed everything he could. His throat was pumped full of cum for nearly a minute straight before the torrent began to calm down, the front of his outfit splattered with large globs and ropes of sticky sperm as he gasped and stood up, his tail wagging as he kissed the tired dragon on the nose,
"So, about the weapon training~?"
"Let's… just talk about that… back at the camp please. I've really got to… catch my breath for… just a moment…"

The scaled pair rested for a moment in the dark alleyway, the last few rays of the sinking sun shining onto the peaceful and small village. Cyrus finally pushed himself off the crate and back up onto his feet, stuffing his cock into his pants and buckling his heavy belt around his waist once more. With that, the two picked up their gear, the dragon shouldering most of the heavy burden while Opal carried a small pouch of alchemical ingredients on his hip, and they started heading towards their campsite a little ways out of the town. Cyrus had always been rather fond of staying on his own rather than sleeping in inns or renting out beds somewhere else, his love of the peace of nature overpowering the risks and discomforts of roughing it in the wilderness. This method also saved him a good bit of gold that he'd otherwise have to pay for lodgings, which was certainly a very welcome bonus on the man's coin pouch. Snaking through a few back alleys and smaller footpaths to keep the questions about the boy's cum stained clothes to a minimum, the duo made it to the edge of the town, walking into the rather thick forest, their destination being the short mountain that the settlement was built next to. About a half an hour later, they had made it to the campsite, the ashes of a campfire still glowing and smouldering from the fire that Cyrus had made shortly before departing for the town, the smell of smoke and a few select herbs thrown into the flames keeping away most wild animals. Most of the duo's gear and their bed rolls were stashed in the mouth of an old mine, the nearby town originally being born from a small gold rush as rich veins of the glimmering minerals had been discovered in the rock, though all of the mines had completely dried out a long time ago. The dragon picked up a stack of dried firewood before kneeling down in front of the campfire, setting a few of the logs in the fire and sparking up a handful of kindling. Opal joined him as the two basked in the warmth of the growing fire, the boy slowly and quietly inching closer to Cyrus, pressing himself against the man's side as his tail wagged.

Cyrus wrapped a hand around the kobold purring next to him, a relaxed smile spreading on his muzzle as he ran two fingers down the boy's front, the fabric of the gambeson still stained and slightly sticky from his cum,
"You ought to take that off, we'll get it clean tomorrow."
Opal nodded as he slowly started tugging at the outfit, loosening it enough for him to slip it off, his undershirt going along as well. His bare chest made the cub self conscious, his cheeks blushing as he looked away from the grinning dragon,
"Now now, there's no reason to be shy of your form~"
Wanting to ease the boy's shyness, Cyrus undid the straps holding on his armour, a clanking momentarily filling the air as he pulled the plate armour off of himself, undressing until he was likewise nude from the waist up,
"See, nothing to be ashamed of."
Opal looked back at his mentor, his blushing only deepening, the cause of it far from shyness however. His eyes ran down the dragon's muscled body, the yellow chest marked with a few old and ancient scars, his own slim form still as unblemished as the day he hatched. He had always been fond of Cyrus' body, their first romantic encounter happening as a result of the boy accidentally getting just a tad too careless while he relieved his lustful pressures after the two had bathed together. He leaned back, his tail curling up onto his lap,
"Now, you made me a promise back at the town, didn't you~"
The man huffed slightly, turning his head to the fire,
"Well, to be clear, I never did promise to teach you here and now…"
He paused for a second before glancing at the kobold,
"But I suppose I can't keep you from it forever. Now is as good of a time as ever."
Opal jumped up in excitement, his flailing paused as Cyrus held up his hand,
"However, if you want to train with me, you'll first have to receive the markings of a warrior."
Unsure of what exactly that meant, the boy nodded nonetheless, his expression of enthusiasm changing into slight confusion as the dragon stood up and started undoing his belt. He dropped his pants and threw off his underwear, taking off all of his clothes before smiling at Opal,
"Your turn. Take them all off."


As the kobold followed his instructions, he walked over to his bag and pulled out a metal case containing a rich blue powder, pouring some of it into a wooden bowl and mixing it up with water to make a thick paint. He set the bowl down and knelt in front of the cub,
"Dragons always mark themselves before going into great battles, every lineage has their own symbols and lines, passed down from father to son."
In the light of the roaring flames, he dipped two fingers into the blue paint before dragging them down the boy's naked body, drawing a circle on his belly, several concentric lines spreading out from his bellybutton, rough triangles zig-zagging along his sides. He squirmed and moaned lightly as the cold paint and the soft touch of the fingers tickled and teased him, his dick throbbing and rising up to full mast. Cyrus grinned as he swiped one finger along the length of his shaft, painting a stripe on it before setting the bowl down,
"Now it's your turn, mark me."
"H… how do I…?"
"It matters not how you do it, your fingers will find the lines of your inner spirit."
Opal took a deep breath before taking a glob of the paint on his finger, drawing several V-shaped markings on his chest, his hand almost unconsciously moving downwards, his face staring down the dragon's huge cock before long. Mesmerised by the dick, he plunged his whole hand into the bowl before gently placing it on one of the man's hefty balls, leaving a small blue handprint on it as a drop of precum dripped onto the ground. The paint quickly dried onto the pair's scales in the heat of the campfire, a toothy smile spreading on Cyrus' muzzle,
"Good, now we may begin~"

The dragon stood up, his half erect dick hanging down between his legs as he motioned for the boy to rise, Opal's eyes scanning the assortment of weaponry scattered around the campsite,
"S… so which one are we going to train with first?"
Cyrus grabbed both of the boy's hands, folding them tightly into two fists,
"These ones."
Confused, he looked down at his empty hands then back up at his teacher, cocking his head. Cyrus chuckled,
"Your hands, your legs, your weight, your body. These are the most natural weapons you have available, from birth to the day you return to the earth. I will also not need to worry about tending to any nasty cuts if your swing goes wrong, unlike with a blade."
"But… my hands aren't a weap…"
Opal's words were cut off as the dragon suddenly shifted his leg slightly, sweeping the boy's feet and sending him stumbling down onto the soft ground with a quiet thud and a grunt,
"They might not be quite as potent as sharpened steel, but they're plenty powerful… if you know how to use them. Come on, take me down!"
The man pounded a hand against his hardened chest a few times, spreading his legs and bracing himself. The kobold quickly staggered up, his heart beginning to race as a determined look rose onto his face, his tail swooping low to keep his balance. The dragon stood mostly still as he circled around, waiting for a time to strike, finally jumping towards Cyrus and pouncing against his side. His larger weight made the cub's attack have little impact, stumbling back for a few steps before finding his footing again and returning the favour by wrapping both of his arms around Opal, trapping the boy in a bear hug. Both males were shiny with sweat as Opal tried to escape the grapple, eventually managing to wiggle out and retreat out of arm's reach, using his smaller stature and nimble body to zip all around Cyrus. Beginning to get cocky, he taunted the man,
"Maybe I've already bested you, on the first lesson as well~!"
The dragon showed his fangs as he grinned, the flames of the campfire reflecting off of his yellow eyes,
"If you think that, then you haven't learned the first lesson: don't underestimate your opponent."
With surprising speed for such a large figure, he lurched forwards and took the kobold down to the ground, pinning the boy against the dirt as he sat down on top of him, his weight just about guaranteeing that Opal had no chance of wriggling out of that pin,
"Now, what was it again that you were saying, something about a victory~?"

The young scalie grunted and groaned as his hands helplessly pushed against the dragon's flank, Cyrus' ass parked right on top of his chest to hold him down. Recognising the fruitless nature of his endeavour, he sighed and went limp, a sudden glint of inspiration in his eyes as he smirked. He slowly wiggled further down until his muzzle was right up against his opponent's bare ass, licking his lips as the dragon continued talking,
"Now, whenever you are in a position where your foe has you…"
Cyrus' mouth twisted into a wince as he suddenly moaned, his legs buckling and forcing him to kneel down. He looked back to see the boy's maw buried deep in his tailhole, a wet slurping and smacking sound filling the forest as Opal rimmed him with fervour. The dragon's asshole was completely covered in the cub's slobber as he pushed his tongue into the puckered pink hole, drinking deep of the sweaty musk, his nose filled with the smell of a man. Cyrus clenched his ass as his cock twitched and shot out a rope of precum onto the kobold's belly, a second glob of pre following close behind and landing directly onto the boy's hard dick and cute ballsack, smearing the sticky fluid all over his package. He gripped the dragonkin's ass cheeks with both hands and spread them apart as best as he could, shoving his muzzle deeper between the two muscular buns, his agile tongue switching between slathering the twitching hole and plunging deep in it. Cyrus huffed as his rod slapped up against his belly, his hand reaching down to stroke at it, spreading the beads of his slick precum all around it. He gently pushed his backside down onto Opal's face, wiggling it around, grinding his tailhole on the boy's maw as he moaned and panted. On the verge of breaking, he quickly and suddenly lifted himself off of the scalie, out of breath as he stumbled forwards,
"Good… good… you've learned… there's many ways to take down your foe…"
The kobold wiped his muzzle, his gaze glued on the throbbing hard length in front of him, still hungry for more. The dragon recognised the look, a grin on his face as he slowly slid his fist up and down his shaft, eager likewise to get some relief,
"Now… let's finish the training~"

Cyrus gently laid down on a bed of soft grass, his dick still in one hand as he spread his knees apart, inviting the boy to join in. Buzzing with excitement, barely able to contain it, Opal pushed himself up off the ground and climbed on top of the man, his crotch grinding against the thick cock prodding his belly. The pair looked each other in the eye, staring with deep love and adoration as the dragon wrapped both of his large hands around the cub's sides, keeping him upright and stable as he aimed his flank towards the tip of the dripping dick. He sat down on it, holding back a loud cry as his toes curled up from pure pleasure, his asshole gaping open. Cyrus shifted his hands lower on the kobold's body, grabbing the boy's ass cheeks and gently massaging them while he pulled them apart, giving his shaft more space to move as he slowly started working the length in with small thrusts. Opal's maw hung open and strands of his drool dripped down onto the ground and on the larger male's belly as he moaned and gasped, his belly bulging out from the sheer size of the cock plunging into his tailhole. Thankfully for him, as well as the dragon, kobold's were particularly adept at taking on girthier partners, the scaled little cuties being a particularly hot item in brothels and whorehouses. Opal had taken his teacher in his ass enough times to be almost completely used to it, though every time he still found ways to be surprised at just how big the cock was and just how full it made him feel. Burying the claws on his feet into the soft dirt, Cyrus snorted and huffed, his balls slapping against the boy riding him, his dick completely bottomed out. His body shook as he let out a loud and feral roar, several birds flying away from nearby trees as Opal's ass was flooded with cum, the kobold bending over and grunting as the hot stream made his own dick quiver and spurt.

The duo laid together for a few moments, Cyrus' arms wrapped tightly around the cub as he panted, his rod unloading an enormous amount of seed in the snug tunnel that gripped and pulsed around his shaft. Finally, he gently began to pull the boy up off of his cock, Opal groaning the whole time as the dick retreated from his insides. As the tip popped free, a gush of cum spurted out onto the dragon's lap, covering his whole crotch and lower belly in a layer of thick and hot sperm, the kobold collapsing back on top of him. He kissed Opal on the muzzle as his tail intertwined with the smaller tail, the fire and each other's bodies keeping the two warm. Opal took a moment to gather himself before finally lifting his head weakly, a happy smile on his mouth,
"You're gonna need to teach me a lot more often if these are the sorts of lessons you had in mind~"
"Oh, do not worry, you will still need years and years of training. Our session will not be over anytime soon~"
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