Tarra had made the delivery and came back with Tilus, bringing the traded supplies from the village. He was very proud of himself; that was his time handling a goods trade and it all went much better than he expected. The other kobolds were happy with him as well and for the entire day Tarra was holding his head high. As he resumed his usual duties within the kobold tribe, Tilus returned to the nearby dragon village. He found the leader, who was also a dragon that Tarra bonded with. Tilus then told Ozzi about the trip and how much fun he had. His recounting even involved the mating breaks they had, his favorite being when he woke up to Tarra’s cock deep in his tailhole. 

Ozzi listened to his fellow large, heavyset winged dragon. He didn’t go because he had duties to attend. Though they were both bonded to Tarra and the kobold gave them both an equal amount of attention, Ozzi was feeling jealous about the experience that he was left out of. He assumed that they would be just completing a task but hearing about their mating changed things. But he wore a smile as he complimented and thanked the bronze scaled drake for assisting Tarra. 

For the rest of the day Ozzi went about his day as usual, not showing that he was still jealous of his friend and second in command. A plan had already been formed and it was just a matter of waiting for the perfect time to execute it...

That time was late at night when most kobolds and dragons were fast asleep. Though he was large and heavy, standing at 12 feet tall, he hardly made any noise while stepping through the village, past the other constructed dwellings. Ozzi took flight when he was just outside of the village, his destination being the nearby kobold tribe. 

Tarra was up late, just about to go to sleep where there was a scratching sound that made him perk up from his nest. Compelled to discover what made that sound, Tarra got up and was quick to put on his loincloth. If it was something dangerous then he would chase it out of the village. Grabbing his dagger on the way out, Tarra stepped out of his hut just in time to see something slinking into a thick clump of bushes, making them shake and ruffle. The forest was on the other side but Tarra was still determined to give chase just in case it came back. 

The sounds of something just ahead of him but out of sight kept Tarra going, venturing deeper and deeper into the forest. He wasn’t fazed by the darkness, seeing well in the low light and having his natural reflexes to keep him from getting tripped up. Though he was only about 4 feet tall, the kobold was in a hunting mindset, determined to either fend off or take down the fleeing intruder. 

When he reached a clearing everything had gone quiet. The moonlight reached the forest floor, allowing him to really look around but there was no sight of...whatever he was chasing. Keeping his wits and senses sharp, Tarra readied himself for whatever would come his way. 

Ozzi had hidden himself well, using the trees that were much taller than himself and the overgrowth to hide him. His bluish-green scales paired well with the darkness. Keeping himself low but poised to pounce, Ozzi was again just waiting for the perfect time to strike. 

The wind was blowing a bit stronger in the clearing, ruffling Tarra’s cloth and bringing the scent of him right to the hiding dragon. Ozzi inhaled the mixed scents of earth, a sweetness from the woven grass in Tarra’s nest. The scents of sweat and musk reached him as well. Tarra was panting a bit from his run and his scales were just a bit damp as well. Breathing it all in was making it all the harder for Ozzi to contain himself. 

As the wind brought Tarra’s scent to him, it also kept his own smell away from the kobold. If it had been blowing the opposite direction, the kobold would have easily picked up the reek of Ozzi’s arousal. He had been flying and then running as well and that caused the heavyset dragon to work up a sweat as well. Wafting from all over his body, but especially from his balls, his swelled sheath, and his tailhole, the smell of dragon lust and musk was getting to him as well. He wasn’t immune to his own aroma and it was creating a feedback loop. Taking in both his and Tarra’s scent was causing his cock to swell. More inches spilled out and his knot was inflating a bit. 

He decided to act but made sure to keep himself quiet, expertly maneuvering his large body through the growth and not making a sound when his heavy paws touched the ground. 

Tarra was starting to wonder if the creature was long gone now. It seemed big but also timid, running so fast from him and now there were no signs of it. Tarra figured he could return to the village but keep an eye out for the next few days just in case. After that run he was finally feeling tired. 

As he began to walk away, Ozzi got himself into position, hiding himself in plain sight between two massive tree trunks. By now all but his knot had slipped from the sheath and precum was leaking from his tip, spilling onto the grass he stood over. Licking his lips, feeling himself salivating, Ozzi willed himself to stay still for just a bit longer, even as another pulse and squirt came from his shaft. 

Tarra turned around and dropped his guard, having his back turned to the unseen hunter. That’s when he acted, lunging forwards. Abandoning all methods of keeping himself undetectable, Ozzi came charging in, his heavy steps thumping the ground. 

The kobold could only manage to turn around when Ozzi was upon him. He lost his balance and fell on his rump. 

“O-Ozzi!” Tarra said. Any fear he felt instantly drained away when he saw his bonded dragon. “You?” 

Ozzi didn’t reply, pressing his blocky muzzle to Tarra’s neck, nearly knocking the smaller scalie creature over. He began sniffing deeply and rapidly, reveling in Tarra’s scent directly. 

The kobold began to understand. He knew the bigger creature well and had a sense of why Ozzi was acting like this. “Need some love? Feel left out?” 

Ozzi rumbled and ran his tongue along the side of the kobold’s face, slathering his green scales in thick saliva. Tarra giggled from this and began to pet the dragon in return, rubbing the size of his muzzle. 

“Just need ask,” the tribal scalie said. 

“C-can I...mate with you?” Ozzi asked, feeling a rush of embarrassment. He was the leader of the dragons, one of the biggest ones as well. When he gave commands the others listened and yet here he was, barely able to express his needs to the creature that was so much smaller than him. 

When Tarra nodded, Ozzi acted immediately. He dipped his muzzle down lower, in between the kobold’s legs and underneath his loincloth. Tarra made a sound as the dragon’s warm and smooth scales were rubbing against his large balls. Though he was short, the kobold was still rather muscular and he had a very impressive set of loins, along with the large balls was an 18 inch cock that was extraordinarily thick. Ozzi took the chance to inhale the crotch musk directly, letting out a breathy moan. Against his face, Tarra’s cock was hardening, jutting over the bridge of Ozzi’s nose and between his eyes. 

“Let me get that for you,” Ozzi said, gripping the edge of the loincloth between his teeth. He tugged just enough to get it to come free, leaving Tarra completely nude. The sight of his bonded kobold in this state was enough for his knot to pop out. Fully aroused and erect, Ozzi’s cock was pulsing and slapping against his round belly. A full 22 inches with an extra 3 with the knot included. “Now, on your belly.” The dragon spoke with a tone that was both lustful yet commanding and the kobold did as he was told, wearing a smirk and inviting expression as he got down, rolled over, and hiked up his tail, showing off his hole. Ozzi rolled his larger body over Tarra’s and got his cocktip pressed directly to the winking rim. His body responded automatically, his hips rocking as precum was still leaking out. Hotdogging his cock over the rim was getting it and his cock slathered in the overly slippery fluid, a natural lube that helped them fit all kinds of holes, even ones that wouldn’t ever appear to fit. 

Feeling the shaft rubbing over his ass was getting Tarra excited as well and he soon became the impatient one. “Tarra ready!” the kobold exclaimed. Ozzi pulled back and touched his tip to the hole once more, this time applying pressure that was spreading it. 

The two moaned out together. Between the abundance of lubrication and the kobold’s natural stretchiness, the knotted cock was sliding in. First it was the girth and then it was the ridges that ran along the underside. Then he felt the dragon’s length as every part but the knot disappeared inside of him. Like the dragon’s body, the shaft was hot but comfortably so. With so much of the large form on top of him, Tarra was also treated to the constant scent of Ozzi’s sweat and musk. 

“Oooh...Tarra...” the dragon moaned. Kobolds never failed to feel so good, being smaller and tighter. Yet at the same time they were also durable and could take some abuse. Ozzi aimed to not go too far but he couldn’t ignore the natural urge to just rut hard and deep, making up for all that time Tarra spent with Tilus. 

He pulled back and then pushed back in. Right away, Ozzi began humping into the smaller male, keeping his body moving and cock hugged by the hot and slick walls. Thick spurts of precum were still shooting from the tip, making the dragon able to seamlessly pump in and out of the kobold’s tailhole. The anus’ muscles were milking the stuff out, keeping a constant flow going. In time with the incoming thrusts, some of the precum would gush out, spilling down Tarra’s rump and the underside of his tail. 

Aside from the moaning and grunting, there were a series of loud and wet slurps heard with every push and pull. When the entirety of Ozzi’s cock was inserted there was an additional wet slap of the knot smacking into the stretched rim. Clinging ropes of precum would stretch out between the knot and the hole, keeping them constantly connected. 

“Ozzi!” Tarra was again yelling out the dragon’s name as he felt more force being put into the thrusts, enough to make his rim stretch a bit further. The thick and pointed tip was jabbing into something deep inside of him and it felt so good. At the same time his passage was so perfectly spread around the rim. His walls were being greatly stimulated and having his prostate touched added a whole new layer. His voice echoed throughout the sleeping forest. The dragon’s growls would keep predators away and so would the mixed smell that had grown stronger from all of the sweating they were both doing. 

Tarra’s body was being rocked, his cock being brushed by the soft grass beneath him. In time with every pump, Ozzi’s sweaty body was grinding all over his back. The added force applied got the dragon’s balls to come swinging in, smacking into his rump, making more of a mess as it collided with the mess of precum that was underneath Tarra’s tail. There was so much noise and messiness, rising musk that was keeping them both going strong. 

Feeling Tarra squirming beneath him, his hole clenching in time with the pushes, Ozzi was compelled to force his way through, using the slick state of the hole to keep all of his length buried in deep. Tarra was being literally rutted into the ground, his own cock squirting precum onto the grass and his own scales. Ozzi’s pace slowed but in exchange there was more power being put into each thrust. Tarra’s body was rocked further and the knot was gradually stretching the rim more and more. 

It all came to a head when Ozzi thrust in again, his knot being halfway in when the rim allowed it all in. The dragon hadn’t expected that but certainly didn’t complain about his knot being surrounded in warmth, rhythmically squeezed by the kobold’s anal muscles. With all 25 inches of knotted dragon cock, Tarra was feeling absolutely stuffed. His body was shaking from the intense pleasure that bombarded him. As he came, shooting his ropes against the grass and his own body, the kobold also felt the first large jets of dragon seed. It all came in large amounts, quickly increasing his body heat from the inside out and filling him up.

“Gods..!” Tarra exclaimed. His knot was still being kneaded as he rocked his hips, grinding the bulb along the surfaces that were being marked with dragon cum. The raw smell of it would be clinging and everyone would know, not that either were ashamed. It would be a scent that Ozzie would be wearing, making sure that Tilus would get a whiff of it. And Tarra would be parading the mixed smells of both of his bonded dragons. 

The dragon jerked and grunted as his churning balls continued to draw up. Being pumped through his shaft and into the moaning kobold. Tarra made himself comfortable, knowing that Ozzi’s climaxes usually lasted a while, being longer if the dragon had been without release for a greater amount of time. Every little rock or clench that came from Tarra led to Ozzi huffing and shooting more of his potent loads. Tarra even did so on purpose, wanting to please his dragon while also enjoying the feeling of being seeded further and further. It wasn’t just his tailhole that was stretchy. His stomach was bulging out, inflating as more and more of the spunk was deposited. 

“There’s a clutch right there...” Ozzi groaned. A load like that was guaranteed to knock the kobold up with several eggs, even outside of their breeding season. His cock was still knotted in deep and surrounded by his own seed, some of it leaking out around his knot. 

“So full...” Tarra hummed. 

“Since we’re going to be stuck like this for a while,” Ozzi said. “You wouldn’t mind if I...” He didn’t finish his proposition. Instead he began to rock his hips, pumping his knotted shaft through the freshly flooded hole, groaning from the pleasure it brought him. Even after cumming so much he was ready for another round, perhaps even a whole night’s worth of rutting and Tarra wasn’t telling him to stop...