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Fingers crossed that it's good!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "My first smut writing I've ever actually finished. Fingers crossed that it's good!", "writing": "Crumb was like any other kobold in the land of Denaan: Pathetically weak, cowardly, and a bit of a loser, all things considered. Crumb stood at around five feet tall, with verdant green scales and amber eyes. The short black horns on his head stood proud despite his lowly status, and, much to his chagrin, his wide hips, generous ass, and effeminate manner meant he was often mistaken for a female - even by other kobolds!\n\nStill, Crumb was clever. He'd gotten by using his silver tongue, and when that didn't work, he grit his teeth and lifted his tail for his superiors. However, regardless of how much he'd tried, Crumb just couldn't make a dent in the hierarchy that was attempting to win his lord's favor, no matter how much work he'd put in. Month after month would go by, with other kobolds receiving praise, or being showered in gold, but Crumb? He was overlooked. Eventually he got so fed up with it that he stormed through the ruined old castle his clan had been using as a nest, throwing open the doors to the throne room to his master's chambers, and marched inside.\n\nThe ruins of the throne room were just that - ruins. The once mighty fortress had seen better days, with the hewn stone crumbling in places and the windows so dusty that Crumb couldn't even see through them. Yet, despite its state of disrepair, its inhabitant took his breath away the second he laid eyes on him: Pyre. The dragon was massive, twice the size of the largest warhorse Crumb had ever laid eyes on, with crimson-red scales and eyes like molten gold. Pyre's horns curled back on themselves like a ram's, and his wings, when spread, made lesser mortals cower in terror. Crumb, however, was harder than he'd ever been in his life. His patchwork trousers immediately tented with his hard-on, his knees quirking inwards the second the dragon laid eyes on him, a nervous breath escaping his lips. Truth be told, Crumb had never actually *seen* Pyre this close before. He was a mere manual laborer, charged with patching up the old castle and kissing the feet of the dragon's kobold lieutenants - to see him this close suddenly made everything make sense: Pyre was a god, a living deity, and Crumb wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees and die for even an ounce of recognition.\n\nPyre, who had been lying across his hoard of gold, silver, and assorted other treasures, glanced up at Crumb with the expression of someone bored out of their mind and finally found something to do. ``Speak, Wyrmling.'' He growled at the kobold, his voice nearly vibrating the whole room apart.\n\nCrumb cleared his throat, suddenly trying to avoid eying the dragon's beautiful sleek flanks and wondering what it'd be like to hump his forepaws. ``Py-I mean, my lord.'' He corrected himself with a low bow. ``I have come to, um, request-eth of thee...that thou...Erm...ah...''\n\nCrumb quickly lost all sense of diplomacy as Pyre leaned forwards and yawned sleepily, his sharp white teeth glinting in the moonlight from the windows. The kobold had suddenly become aware just how easy it'd be for Pyre to casually swallow him whole - and how weirdly horny that thought made him.\n\n``You've come to offer your body, my little minion? Oh how kind of you!'' Pyre finished for Crumb, his golden eyes flickering with a simultaneous warning and invitation. ``Why yes, I do believe my cock could use your mouth's attention, you're such a generous little thing.''\n\nCrumb had to physically fight the urge to immediately drop to his knees, loll his tongue out, and beg the dragon to fuck him into oblivion. ``...What? No, I-`` He started, only to be interrupted again.\n\n``Oh, I see, you're going to be even MORE kind and lift your tail for me so I may relieve myself.'' Pyre purred, leaning his head down to Crumb's level. ``To be honest, I haven't fucked in eight hours, so I'm feeling really needy. I truly appreciate your initiative.'' The dragon praised with a cooing tone.\n\nCrumb once again felt the intense urge to bend himself over to be fucked stupid, but he grit his teeth and stood his ground on admittedly wobbling knees. ``No!'' He snapped at the dragon, then immediately lowered his voice, remembering his place. ``No...my lord. I am here to file a...complaint.''\n\nPyre looked utterly mystified. ``How are you doing that?'' He mused under his breath.\n\nNow it was Crumb's turn to be confused. ``Doing what?'' He repeated in a shrill voice, his frayed nerves barely holding him together.\n\nPyre narrowed his eyes, searching the kobold's expression so thoroughly that for a moment Crumb worried he'd had something stuck in his teeth. ``That. My spells aren't working on you. You're not listening to me.'' The dragon said, sounding oddly pleased at the kobold's defiance.\n\nCrumb's eyes went wide as dinner plates. ``Spells? What spells?'' He dared to ask.\n\nPyre let out a huff of irritation. ``Would you quit repeating everything I say?'' He growled. ``My Charm spell! It should be reducing you to a mewling little scalewhore right now, and yet you're still standing here looking at me like you don't understand!''\n\nPyre's eyes suddenly flickered with recognition. ``Oh? Oh. I understand. You're like me. You have the gift.'' He mused, his maw parting in silent anticipation, his jagged teeth visible once more.\n\nCrumb smiled sheepishly. ``Is that good?'' He squeaked softly.\n\nPyre threw back his head and laughed, the sound like boulders rolling down a hill. ``Oh, for you? Absolutely not. I should probably eat you before you cause me trouble. You wouldn't mind, would you?'' He asked, putting on that sweet, coaxing tone again.\n\nCrumb *felt* it this time. Pyre's words washed over him like warm water, beckoning him forwards into the dragon's maw, relaxing his muscles completely to make swallowing him easier. Yet Crumb remained rooted to the spot, but not without side effects: His trousers suddenly darkened as he blew his load right in his pants. It was so sudden that Crumb barely realized what had just happened, but all that came out of his mouth was a pleasured ``A-ah~?!'' as he watched his own pearly white seed gush through the fabric, his knees trembling as he shivered uncontrollably, unable to tear his eyes away.\n\nPyre grinned devilishly. ``Oops. Well, it was worth a shot. That confirms it: You're Attuned - that is to say, you're naturally inclined to magic.'' The dragon explained with great amusement as he watched Crumb frantically wipe himself clean with his shirt. ``This is actually quite interesting. I could use someone like you. Hm...''\n\nCrumb let out a nervous laugh. ``So you're, um, not planning on eating me?'' He asked, unable to stop the strange tingling in the root of his still-stiff cock.\n\nPyre rolled his eyes and snorted. ``No, I just wanted to see if I could push you to actually listen. It seems like you're either incredibly strong of will, or so dense that my command didn't register. Regardless, I have a brand new plan for world domination, and you, Crumb, are the key to usher in my new empire.'' He explained, putting extra emphasis on `you' as he subtly pulled the kobold's name from his mind using a spell.\n\nCrumb, entirely unused to such praise, ate it up without even a moment's hesitation. ``M-me...?'' He asked in disbelief, pointing a finger at his own chest.\n\nPyre's smile became a serious expression as he tilted his head up at the kobold in a kingly manner - though he could not keep the amusement from his eyes. ``Oh yes, little Crumb, only you and you alone will have the power I'm about to bestow upon you.'' He explained, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. ``You see, I am being pursued by a troublesome paladin of Mara, the Goddess of Light. I need you, my little Attuned, to claim a new hold for me, understood?''\n\nCrumb nodded frantically. ``Yes, my Great Wyrm! Anything for you!'' He said with a quick salute and a bow.\n\nPyre couldn't stop the grin spreading over his snout. ``Excellent! With my power you'll be entirely unstoppable, understand? I'll give you a little something to channel your powers - do this for me, and I'll make sure to teach you to harness your talent.'' He purred, using his forepaw to grab the kobold's chin and tilt it down into a nod.\n\nCrumb didn't really need the encouragement - he finally had his glorious purpose, his perfect mission statement.\n\nPyre used his tail to scoop up an innocuous looking silver staff from his hoard, breathing a wisp of his flame into the lantern on the staff's top. ``With this, merely exert your will on others. Command them and they shall obey, understood?'' He instructed carefully, his tone sharp like a dagger.\n\nCrumb took the staff with shaking hands, his eyes running along the length of it before returning to Pyre. ``So you wish me to conquer in your name, my lord? Where shall I go?'' He asked with obvious excitement.\n\nPyre nodded his head towards the far stained glass window, drawing Crumb's attention to it. Over in the distance plumes of smoke rose from a nearby village, and Crumb's heart sank.\n\n``The traitor village rebelled against me a few seasons back.'' Pyre rumbled, bitterness creeping into his mighty voice. ``Can you believe that? Kobolds who don't worship dragons? Utterly ridiculous.''\n\nCrumb swallowed hard. ``My lord? Surely they'd just shoot me with arrows before I got close?'' He asked with a slight shiver.\n\n``Exactly, my lovely kobold. So you'll pose as a traitor yourself. Speaking of...'' Pyre rumbled, his eyes snapping up to the throne room door. ``Bark, I know you're there.''\n\nThere's a deathly silence, then Crumb watches, startled, as the heavy wooden doors swing all the way open, the moonlight illuminating the brown-scaled kobold, his bright yellow eyes glinting in the dark.\n\n``My lord.'' The kobold said in his familiar posh manner of speaking. ``This is an outrage! Crumb is merely a grunt, a knuckle-dragging worker drone! You cannot simply send him on such an important mission, regardless of whatever special power he may possess.''\n\nCrumb cringed in on himself, fidgeting with his hands as he turned his gaze to the stone floor of the throne room. ``I...Well...'' He stammered.\n\nPyre's gaze hardened. ``Do go on, my loyal lieutenant.'' He encouraged, watching Crumb very closely.\n\nBark, feeling his little rebellion was working, smiled cruelly. ``Quite frankly, my lord, I've known Crumb for years now. He is my little errand boy, not some kind of infiltrator. Look at him! He can't even speak up because he knows that he's nothing more than a place to rest your footpaws!''\n\nPyre's gaze never left Crumb. ``Crumb, is this true? Are you really nothing more than some worthless servant?'' He rumbled, his voice uncharacteristically goading.\n\nCrumb's eyes suddenly burned with defiance. ``Only because Bark hasn't ever trusted me with anything more important than servicing his stupid cock!'' He snaps, then covers his mouth, wide eyed.\n\nBark's snout reddened at the accusation. ``Oh you little *bastard*!'' He growled, clawed hands forming fists. ``You dare humiliate me in front of our god? I'll...I'll...!''\n\nCrumb suddenly grabbed the silver staff from Pyre's tail, yanking it free and pointing it in Bark's direction. ``I've had enough of listening to you order me around!'' He cried, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing his body for a blow surely to come.\n\nThere's nothing. An eerie silence save for Pyre's breathing. Crumb opens his eyes to find Bark ranting at him angrily, but entirely silent. His voice just won't come out. In fact, he freezes after a moment, his eyes suddenly wide with terror as he clutches at his throat, rubbing it with a frightened expression.\n\n``Help!'' Bark mouths at Pyre.\n\nPyre bursts into rumbling laughter. ``Hah! Oh, how creative, Crumb. I've actually never thought of that one.'' He purred, resting his head on his forepaws as he watched with obvious amusement. ``Do go on.''\n\n``Speak.'' Crumb said experimentally, waving the staff in his general direction.\n\n``-you slimy yellow-bellied bastard of a kobold!'' Bark cried indignantly. ``You dare cast some petty trick on the lieutenant of a Great Wyrm?! Have you any-``\n\n``Sit. Like a dog.'' Crumb said softly, his eyes glinting with a suddenly cruel light, his clawed hands tightening around the staff.\n\nBark yelped as his body moved on its own, dropping him onto all fours, his hands planted between his feet. His tail even wagged.\n\n``W-wait.'' Bark began, the realization dawning on him. ``Crumb? T-this isn't funny. Release me!''\n\nCrumb glanced up at Pyre, who merely gave him a carefree shrug - or at least the closest a quadrupedal dragon could give. ``Sounds to me like you've had quite enough of Bark, Crumb. Why not take advantage of his...misfortune?''\n\nBark began to shake as the full picture suddenly came to him. ``My lord?!'' He squeaked pathetically.\n\n``Crawl over here.'' Crumb ordered sharply, tapping the staff on the stone floor.\n\nBark did as commanded without hesitation, crawling on all fours over to Crumb, stopping at his feet with a ghastly expression.\n\nCrumb smiled at the sight, more than satisfied. ``Good boy. That's all you are, isn't it? A dog?''\n\nBark's blush grew even more intense. ``Crumb, please, I'm sorry-`` He suddenly blurted, trying to cover up for the fact that his trousers were sporting quite the tent.\n\nCrumb noticed, and the sight sent a cold thrill down his spine. ``Confess.'' He ordered, banging the butt of the staff down.\n\nBark's eyes widened in abject fright, but his mouth moved on its own. ``I-I really like being treated like a pet.'' He stammers out, as if his mouth is trying to stop him. ``It makes me so horny. I'd love it if Pyre kept me in a birdcage in his chambers, naked for all to see.''\n\nCrumb's cheeks turned pink at the sheer intimacy of the admission, shooting a glance at Pyre. ``My lord? Surely he's had enough. That felt like it was too far.'' He asks in a hushed tone.\n\nPyre shook his head. ``Nonsense. You could have him do anything you so desired. Why, you could merely stop his heart with a word.'' He reminded Crumb patiently. ``If anything, this is a fraction of your power. Go on, show him how blissful your mercy is.''\n\n``P-pull down your...No. Present your cock.'' Crumb decided, correcting himself, exerting his will through his words, inserting his intent like a needle into the cowering kobold's brain.\n\nBark let out a humiliated squeak of terror. ``W-what?! No, please!'' He whimpered as he yanked down his trousers. Out popped four inches of throbbing kobold dick. Like all kobolds it was reptilian in appearance - a pink, slightly slimy thing that emerged from a genital slit, the shape tapering to a point with a ridged underside used to please their mates.\n\nCrumb's own trousers tented at the sight, and even Pyre let out a huff of delight. \n\n``Now what?'' Pyre coaxed with barely reigned lust. ``You could do anything to him. You could make him cum with a mere word.''\n\nCrumb let out a nervous laugh. ``Come closer. Open your mouth.'' He demanded shakily.\n\nBark, for his credit, didn't argue this time. He'd resigned himself to his fate, instead his kobold instincts had accepted he'd been replaced as Pyre's lieutenant, and that meant pleasing his new leader by any means necessary.\n\nCrumb, meanwhile, tugged down his own pants, freeing his already cum-slicked cock, and stuffed it into Bark's eager mouth with little hesitation. His eyes rolled back as his new eager underling sucked and slurped on his manhood, Bark's claws scrabbling at his thighs as he let out a gulp of lust.\n\n``Y-you can stroke yourself while you work.'' Crumb offered with a bit of a sheepish glance at Pyre. ``After all, this is my...mercy.''\n\nBark let out a grateful whimper, his mouth still stuffed full of Crumb's fat cock, and pumped himself in tandem with each bob of his head. The poor thing's eyes watered, and for a moment Crumb actually felt more than a little guilty. ``Let up a little, if you need to.'' He ordered reluctantly.\n\nBark pulled off with a gasp, his eyes watering but looking otherwise okay, he was trembling with pure desire, and Crumb suddenly realized he'd been projecting his pleasure onto Bark subconsciously, sharing each sensation with him.\n\n``C-Captain Crumb...'' Bark moaned, still pumping himself stupid, his tongue nearly lolling out. ``Gods, please let me cum. I-I want to, but I can't...''\n\nCrumb's eyes widened in horror. ``My lord, am I...?''\n\nPyre nodded. ``Of course. When you project your will with a Charm spell you need to be very specific. Remember, your intent will fill in the most important gaps, but you need to account for the smaller gaps. The poor thing's cock would have exploded minutes ago, but he physically can't until you order him.'' He explained as he rolled onto his side, reaching a forepaw under him to rub at his own mighty erection.\n\nCrumb averted his gaze. He knew he'd require permission to gaze upon the dragon's manhood. Instead he focused on his gasping, trembling minion. ``Bark, you may cum when I do. Now come here and hump my leg...pet.'' He ordered with a sly smirk.\n\nBark did as instructed with a relieved groan, grinding himself stupid on Crumb's left thigh, his clawed hands rubbing at the kobold's chest, then down to stroke his cock. The two leaned into one another, sharing each other?s company with a new mutual understanding. Crumb was moaning now, blatantly enjoying himself, his hips grinding into Bark's hand, pushing him higher, then higher, until...\n\n``Oh FUCK~!'' Bark gasped, his dick suddenly gushing several orgasms worth of kobold spunk onto his new master's thigh, ropey gushes of pearly white seed jumping onto Crumb's blue scales.\n\nCrumb, on the other hand, had silently willed to share Bark's pleasure in reverse. He felt everything tense, then threw his head back and whimpered as he blew his comparably small load all over Bark's hand, the two collapsing against each other and moaning uncontrollably, their scales slick with cum.\n\nPyre, now blatantly running his forepaw along his aching hard-on, lets out a haughty laugh at the sight. ``Good boys, the both of you. Now, Crumb, my lovely little kobold, how about you get over here and service your god?'' He crooned, his voice dripping with Charm so powerful that Crumb doesn't even attempt to resist. ``As for you, Bark, well, I'm afraid you've been replaced.''\n\nBark yelped as Pyre muttered something arcane beneath his breath, and the silver coins of the dragon's hoard suddenly gathered around him, morphing together to form a birdcage entirely made of silver. The mighty dragon scooped it up as the coins then formed a chain hanging from the ceiling above, hooking the cage on the chain and letting Bark dangle there, his eyes wide with simultaneous terror and frenzied excitement.\n\n``I-It's just like my dreams!'' He squeaked excitedly, his cock already stiff again, his mind reduced to nothing but lust. ``T-thank you, master!''\n\nCrumb, on the other hand, was faced with rapturous heaven: He knelt before Pyre's beautiful body, and looked on his length in awe. The dragon's cock was easily three feet long, thick as his arm in its width, with pale red flesh that was ridged on the underside, much like a kobold's cock. The base of the monstrous arousal held a swollen knot, a measure to ensure their godly semen would thoroughly impregnate whatever was foolish to take it. Crumb's cock was hard again, but he couldn't care less as he salivated uncontrollably at the sight, his mind nothing but devout worship.\n\n``Gods above, grant me strength.'' Crumb prayed softly, bowing his head in worship.\n\nPyre let out a rumbling laugh at that. ``Oh relax, would you? It's not like you'll be taking it. Believe me, the last kobold who tried, well, it ended...messy.''\n\nCrumb stared at the dragon, maw parted in a startled grimace.\n\nPyre rolled his eyes in return. ``I was KIDDING, Crumb. Ancestors above, you'll believe anything I tell you, won't you?'' He asked with a cocky sneer. ``Less gawking and more choking. Get to it.''\n\nCrumb didn't need any further encouragement. He licked a long stripe up the shaft of the dragon's length, shuddering as the taste of divine brimstone covered his tongue. He clutched at the heated flesh, rubbing it with both hands, using his spit and the dragon's precum to slick him up.\n\nPyre leaned back with a wistful sigh. ``I always forget how wonderful those little hands feel. Good boy.'' He purred, rubbing the kobold's head affectionately.\n\nCrumb, encouraged by his master, immediately picked up the pace, sucking at the tip while cradling the hefty balls as best he could. The delicious sweet taste of precum coated his tongue, the ambrosia making his vision tunnel, the dragon's heady cockscent instantly quieting everything but his god's pleasure.\n\nPyre, to his surprise, was actually feeling quite tense down there. ``Hhoh~! You really do have some talent, don't you, Crumb? Ancestors, you're...actually pretty good at that!'' He moaned, his hips rocking forwards, pushing the kobold's jaws apart, cock sinking into the back of Crumb's throat. \n\nCrumb was too far gone to care, or even to gag, for that matter. He'd wrapped his tail around his new staff discreetly, silently willing a Charm spell to increase the dragon's pleasure. What normally would be the job of two kobolds now felt like six!\n\nPyre's eyes widened, a whorish whimper leaving his maw as he bared down on himself, squeezing his eyes shut. Was he, a mighty Great Wyrm, really about to cum from just one measly little kobold? Surely that couldn't be, it had been thousands of years since a kobold had made him make these sounds. No, he reasoned finally: This was some sort of trick, Crumb must be using-\n\nCrumb's throat instantly filled with an entire SWALLOW of dragon cum. He pulled off, choking a little as it painted his face, his chest, even his own cock. The poor kobold's dick erupted in return, the taste of a living god enough to drive him to an instant orgasm. Covered in dragon cum and three orgasms deep, he knelt and then collapsed face forwards into the mess, unconscious but still erect, his ass raised in submission.\n\nBark, who'd been shamelessly stroking himself off, laughed nervously. ``Did you kill him?'' He asked, almost hopeful.\n\nPyre narrowed his eyes at the caged kobold, who quickly averted his gaze. ``No, I didn't. I don't believe he realized using a Charm spell requires a great amount of energy. He must've ran himself dry - in more than one way.'' He sighed, poking Crumb experimentally - he was still breathing, thankfully.\n\nBark looked disappointed. ``Maybe I am Attuned too, my lord! Here, watch.'' He announced, spreading his arms before clapping his hands together. ``Aha! Did you see it? I projected the image of a pile of treasure into your mind, your grace!''\n\nPyre snorted derisively. ``No, you most definitely did *not*. In fact, you're being quite irritating. Shut your trap and Cum.'' He growled, putting a devastating amount of weight on that last word.\n\nPoor Bark would spend the next few hours whimpering and gasping as he emptied his poor balls. His moans heard all throughout the castle, only petering off when he finally climaxed himself unconscious, his cage slick with useless kobold cum.\n\nAs for Crumb, our cowardly hero will return...\n\n...Eventually...\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Crumb was like any other kobold in the land of Denaan: Pathetically weak, cowardly, and a bit of a loser, all things considered. Crumb stood at around five feet tall, with verdant green scales and amber eyes. The short black horns on his head stood proud despite his lowly status, and, much to his chagrin, his wide hips, generous ass, and effeminate manner meant he was often mistaken for a female - even by other kobolds!

Still, Crumb was clever. He'd gotten by using his silver tongue, and when that didn't work, he grit his teeth and lifted his tail for his superiors. However, regardless of how much he'd tried, Crumb just couldn't make a dent in the hierarchy that was attempting to win his lord's favor, no matter how much work he'd put in. Month after month would go by, with other kobolds receiving praise, or being showered in gold, but Crumb? He was overlooked. Eventually he got so fed up with it that he stormed through the ruined old castle his clan had been using as a nest, throwing open the doors to the throne room to his master's chambers, and marched inside.

The ruins of the throne room were just that - ruins. The once mighty fortress had seen better days, with the hewn stone crumbling in places and the windows so dusty that Crumb couldn't even see through them. Yet, despite its state of disrepair, its inhabitant took his breath away the second he laid eyes on him: Pyre. The dragon was massive, twice the size of the largest warhorse Crumb had ever laid eyes on, with crimson-red scales and eyes like molten gold. Pyre's horns curled back on themselves like a ram's, and his wings, when spread, made lesser mortals cower in terror. Crumb, however, was harder than he'd ever been in his life. His patchwork trousers immediately tented with his hard-on, his knees quirking inwards the second the dragon laid eyes on him, a nervous breath escaping his lips. Truth be told, Crumb had never actually *seen* Pyre this close before. He was a mere manual laborer, charged with patching up the old castle and kissing the feet of the dragon's kobold lieutenants - to see him this close suddenly made everything make sense: Pyre was a god, a living deity, and Crumb wanted nothing more than to drop to his knees and die for even an ounce of recognition.

Pyre, who had been lying across his hoard of gold, silver, and assorted other treasures, glanced up at Crumb with the expression of someone bored out of their mind and finally found something to do. ``Speak, Wyrmling.'' He growled at the kobold, his voice nearly vibrating the whole room apart.

Crumb cleared his throat, suddenly trying to avoid eying the dragon's beautiful sleek flanks and wondering what it'd be like to hump his forepaws. ``Py-I mean, my lord.'' He corrected himself with a low bow. ``I have come to, um, request-eth of thee...that thou...Erm...ah...''

Crumb quickly lost all sense of diplomacy as Pyre leaned forwards and yawned sleepily, his sharp white teeth glinting in the moonlight from the windows. The kobold had suddenly become aware just how easy it'd be for Pyre to casually swallow him whole - and how weirdly horny that thought made him.

``You've come to offer your body, my little minion? Oh how kind of you!'' Pyre finished for Crumb, his golden eyes flickering with a simultaneous warning and invitation. ``Why yes, I do believe my cock could use your mouth's attention, you're such a generous little thing.''

Crumb had to physically fight the urge to immediately drop to his knees, loll his tongue out, and beg the dragon to fuck him into oblivion. ``...What? No, I-`` He started, only to be interrupted again.

``Oh, I see, you're going to be even MORE kind and lift your tail for me so I may relieve myself.'' Pyre purred, leaning his head down to Crumb's level. ``To be honest, I haven't fucked in eight hours, so I'm feeling really needy. I truly appreciate your initiative.'' The dragon praised with a cooing tone.

Crumb once again felt the intense urge to bend himself over to be fucked stupid, but he grit his teeth and stood his ground on admittedly wobbling knees. ``No!'' He snapped at the dragon, then immediately lowered his voice, remembering his place. ``No...my lord. I am here to file a...complaint.''

Pyre looked utterly mystified. ``How are you doing that?'' He mused under his breath.

Now it was Crumb's turn to be confused. ``Doing what?'' He repeated in a shrill voice, his frayed nerves barely holding him together.

Pyre narrowed his eyes, searching the kobold's expression so thoroughly that for a moment Crumb worried he'd had something stuck in his teeth. ``That. My spells aren't working on you. You're not listening to me.'' The dragon said, sounding oddly pleased at the kobold's defiance.

Crumb's eyes went wide as dinner plates. ``Spells? What spells?'' He dared to ask.

Pyre let out a huff of irritation. ``Would you quit repeating everything I say?'' He growled. ``My Charm spell! It should be reducing you to a mewling little scalewhore right now, and yet you're still standing here looking at me like you don't understand!''

Pyre's eyes suddenly flickered with recognition. ``Oh? Oh. I understand. You're like me. You have the gift.'' He mused, his maw parting in silent anticipation, his jagged teeth visible once more.

Crumb smiled sheepishly. ``Is that good?'' He squeaked softly.

Pyre threw back his head and laughed, the sound like boulders rolling down a hill. ``Oh, for you? Absolutely not. I should probably eat you before you cause me trouble. You wouldn't mind, would you?'' He asked, putting on that sweet, coaxing tone again.

Crumb *felt* it this time. Pyre's words washed over him like warm water, beckoning him forwards into the dragon's maw, relaxing his muscles completely to make swallowing him easier. Yet Crumb remained rooted to the spot, but not without side effects: His trousers suddenly darkened as he blew his load right in his pants. It was so sudden that Crumb barely realized what had just happened, but all that came out of his mouth was a pleasured ``A-ah~?!'' as he watched his own pearly white seed gush through the fabric, his knees trembling as he shivered uncontrollably, unable to tear his eyes away.

Pyre grinned devilishly. ``Oops. Well, it was worth a shot. That confirms it: You're Attuned - that is to say, you're naturally inclined to magic.'' The dragon explained with great amusement as he watched Crumb frantically wipe himself clean with his shirt. ``This is actually quite interesting. I could use someone like you. Hm...''

Crumb let out a nervous laugh. ``So you're, um, not planning on eating me?'' He asked, unable to stop the strange tingling in the root of his still-stiff cock.

Pyre rolled his eyes and snorted. ``No, I just wanted to see if I could push you to actually listen. It seems like you're either incredibly strong of will, or so dense that my command didn't register. Regardless, I have a brand new plan for world domination, and you, Crumb, are the key to usher in my new empire.'' He explained, putting extra emphasis on `you' as he subtly pulled the kobold's name from his mind using a spell.

Crumb, entirely unused to such praise, ate it up without even a moment's hesitation. ``M-me...?'' He asked in disbelief, pointing a finger at his own chest.

Pyre's smile became a serious expression as he tilted his head up at the kobold in a kingly manner - though he could not keep the amusement from his eyes. ``Oh yes, little Crumb, only you and you alone will have the power I'm about to bestow upon you.'' He explained, dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. ``You see, I am being pursued by a troublesome paladin of Mara, the Goddess of Light. I need you, my little Attuned, to claim a new hold for me, understood?''

Crumb nodded frantically. ``Yes, my Great Wyrm! Anything for you!'' He said with a quick salute and a bow.

Pyre couldn't stop the grin spreading over his snout. ``Excellent! With my power you'll be entirely unstoppable, understand? I'll give you a little something to channel your powers - do this for me, and I'll make sure to teach you to harness your talent.'' He purred, using his forepaw to grab the kobold's chin and tilt it down into a nod.

Crumb didn't really need the encouragement - he finally had his glorious purpose, his perfect mission statement.

Pyre used his tail to scoop up an innocuous looking silver staff from his hoard, breathing a wisp of his flame into the lantern on the staff's top. ``With this, merely exert your will on others. Command them and they shall obey, understood?'' He instructed carefully, his tone sharp like a dagger.

Crumb took the staff with shaking hands, his eyes running along the length of it before returning to Pyre. ``So you wish me to conquer in your name, my lord? Where shall I go?'' He asked with obvious excitement.

Pyre nodded his head towards the far stained glass window, drawing Crumb's attention to it. Over in the distance plumes of smoke rose from a nearby village, and Crumb's heart sank.

``The traitor village rebelled against me a few seasons back.'' Pyre rumbled, bitterness creeping into his mighty voice. ``Can you believe that? Kobolds who don't worship dragons? Utterly ridiculous.''

Crumb swallowed hard. ``My lord? Surely they'd just shoot me with arrows before I got close?'' He asked with a slight shiver.

``Exactly, my lovely kobold. So you'll pose as a traitor yourself. Speaking of...'' Pyre rumbled, his eyes snapping up to the throne room door. ``Bark, I know you're there.''

There's a deathly silence, then Crumb watches, startled, as the heavy wooden doors swing all the way open, the moonlight illuminating the brown-scaled kobold, his bright yellow eyes glinting in the dark.

``My lord.'' The kobold said in his familiar posh manner of speaking. ``This is an outrage! Crumb is merely a grunt, a knuckle-dragging worker drone! You cannot simply send him on such an important mission, regardless of whatever special power he may possess.''

Crumb cringed in on himself, fidgeting with his hands as he turned his gaze to the stone floor of the throne room. ``I...Well...'' He stammered.

Pyre's gaze hardened. ``Do go on, my loyal lieutenant.'' He encouraged, watching Crumb very closely.

Bark, feeling his little rebellion was working, smiled cruelly. ``Quite frankly, my lord, I've known Crumb for years now. He is my little errand boy, not some kind of infiltrator. Look at him! He can't even speak up because he knows that he's nothing more than a place to rest your footpaws!''

Pyre's gaze never left Crumb. ``Crumb, is this true? Are you really nothing more than some worthless servant?'' He rumbled, his voice uncharacteristically goading.

Crumb's eyes suddenly burned with defiance. ``Only because Bark hasn't ever trusted me with anything more important than servicing his stupid cock!'' He snaps, then covers his mouth, wide eyed.

Bark's snout reddened at the accusation. ``Oh you little *bastard*!'' He growled, clawed hands forming fists. ``You dare humiliate me in front of our god? I'll...I'll...!''

Crumb suddenly grabbed the silver staff from Pyre's tail, yanking it free and pointing it in Bark's direction. ``I've had enough of listening to you order me around!'' He cried, squeezing his eyes shut and tensing his body for a blow surely to come.

There's nothing. An eerie silence save for Pyre's breathing. Crumb opens his eyes to find Bark ranting at him angrily, but entirely silent. His voice just won't come out. In fact, he freezes after a moment, his eyes suddenly wide with terror as he clutches at his throat, rubbing it with a frightened expression.

``Help!'' Bark mouths at Pyre.

Pyre bursts into rumbling laughter. ``Hah! Oh, how creative, Crumb. I've actually never thought of that one.'' He purred, resting his head on his forepaws as he watched with obvious amusement. ``Do go on.''

``Speak.'' Crumb said experimentally, waving the staff in his general direction.

``-you slimy yellow-bellied bastard of a kobold!'' Bark cried indignantly. ``You dare cast some petty trick on the lieutenant of a Great Wyrm?! Have you any-``

``Sit. Like a dog.'' Crumb said softly, his eyes glinting with a suddenly cruel light, his clawed hands tightening around the staff.

Bark yelped as his body moved on its own, dropping him onto all fours, his hands planted between his feet. His tail even wagged.

``W-wait.'' Bark began, the realization dawning on him. ``Crumb? T-this isn't funny. Release me!''

Crumb glanced up at Pyre, who merely gave him a carefree shrug - or at least the closest a quadrupedal dragon could give. ``Sounds to me like you've had quite enough of Bark, Crumb. Why not take advantage of his...misfortune?''

Bark began to shake as the full picture suddenly came to him. ``My lord?!'' He squeaked pathetically.

``Crawl over here.'' Crumb ordered sharply, tapping the staff on the stone floor.

Bark did as commanded without hesitation, crawling on all fours over to Crumb, stopping at his feet with a ghastly expression.

Crumb smiled at the sight, more than satisfied. ``Good boy. That's all you are, isn't it? A dog?''

Bark's blush grew even more intense. ``Crumb, please, I'm sorry-`` He suddenly blurted, trying to cover up for the fact that his trousers were sporting quite the tent.

Crumb noticed, and the sight sent a cold thrill down his spine. ``Confess.'' He ordered, banging the butt of the staff down.

Bark's eyes widened in abject fright, but his mouth moved on its own. ``I-I really like being treated like a pet.'' He stammers out, as if his mouth is trying to stop him. ``It makes me so horny. I'd love it if Pyre kept me in a birdcage in his chambers, naked for all to see.''

Crumb's cheeks turned pink at the sheer intimacy of the admission, shooting a glance at Pyre. ``My lord? Surely he's had enough. That felt like it was too far.'' He asks in a hushed tone.

Pyre shook his head. ``Nonsense. You could have him do anything you so desired. Why, you could merely stop his heart with a word.'' He reminded Crumb patiently. ``If anything, this is a fraction of your power. Go on, show him how blissful your mercy is.''

``P-pull down your...No. Present your cock.'' Crumb decided, correcting himself, exerting his will through his words, inserting his intent like a needle into the cowering kobold's brain.

Bark let out a humiliated squeak of terror. ``W-what?! No, please!'' He whimpered as he yanked down his trousers. Out popped four inches of throbbing kobold dick. Like all kobolds it was reptilian in appearance - a pink, slightly slimy thing that emerged from a genital slit, the shape tapering to a point with a ridged underside used to please their mates.

Crumb's own trousers tented at the sight, and even Pyre let out a huff of delight.

``Now what?'' Pyre coaxed with barely reigned lust. ``You could do anything to him. You could make him cum with a mere word.''

Crumb let out a nervous laugh. ``Come closer. Open your mouth.'' He demanded shakily.

Bark, for his credit, didn't argue this time. He'd resigned himself to his fate, instead his kobold instincts had accepted he'd been replaced as Pyre's lieutenant, and that meant pleasing his new leader by any means necessary.

Crumb, meanwhile, tugged down his own pants, freeing his already cum-slicked cock, and stuffed it into Bark's eager mouth with little hesitation. His eyes rolled back as his new eager underling sucked and slurped on his manhood, Bark's claws scrabbling at his thighs as he let out a gulp of lust.

``Y-you can stroke yourself while you work.'' Crumb offered with a bit of a sheepish glance at Pyre. ``After all, this is my...mercy.''

Bark let out a grateful whimper, his mouth still stuffed full of Crumb's fat cock, and pumped himself in tandem with each bob of his head. The poor thing's eyes watered, and for a moment Crumb actually felt more than a little guilty. ``Let up a little, if you need to.'' He ordered reluctantly.

Bark pulled off with a gasp, his eyes watering but looking otherwise okay, he was trembling with pure desire, and Crumb suddenly realized he'd been projecting his pleasure onto Bark subconsciously, sharing each sensation with him.

``C-Captain Crumb...'' Bark moaned, still pumping himself stupid, his tongue nearly lolling out. ``Gods, please let me cum. I-I want to, but I can't...''

Crumb's eyes widened in horror. ``My lord, am I...?''

Pyre nodded. ``Of course. When you project your will with a Charm spell you need to be very specific. Remember, your intent will fill in the most important gaps, but you need to account for the smaller gaps. The poor thing's cock would have exploded minutes ago, but he physically can't until you order him.'' He explained as he rolled onto his side, reaching a forepaw under him to rub at his own mighty erection.

Crumb averted his gaze. He knew he'd require permission to gaze upon the dragon's manhood. Instead he focused on his gasping, trembling minion. ``Bark, you may cum when I do. Now come here and hump my leg...pet.'' He ordered with a sly smirk.

Bark did as instructed with a relieved groan, grinding himself stupid on Crumb's left thigh, his clawed hands rubbing at the kobold's chest, then down to stroke his cock. The two leaned into one another, sharing each other?s company with a new mutual understanding. Crumb was moaning now, blatantly enjoying himself, his hips grinding into Bark's hand, pushing him higher, then higher, until...

``Oh FUCK~!'' Bark gasped, his dick suddenly gushing several orgasms worth of kobold spunk onto his new master's thigh, ropey gushes of pearly white seed jumping onto Crumb's blue scales.

Crumb, on the other hand, had silently willed to share Bark's pleasure in reverse. He felt everything tense, then threw his head back and whimpered as he blew his comparably small load all over Bark's hand, the two collapsing against each other and moaning uncontrollably, their scales slick with cum.

Pyre, now blatantly running his forepaw along his aching hard-on, lets out a haughty laugh at the sight. ``Good boys, the both of you. Now, Crumb, my lovely little kobold, how about you get over here and service your god?'' He crooned, his voice dripping with Charm so powerful that Crumb doesn't even attempt to resist. ``As for you, Bark, well, I'm afraid you've been replaced.''

Bark yelped as Pyre muttered something arcane beneath his breath, and the silver coins of the dragon's hoard suddenly gathered around him, morphing together to form a birdcage entirely made of silver. The mighty dragon scooped it up as the coins then formed a chain hanging from the ceiling above, hooking the cage on the chain and letting Bark dangle there, his eyes wide with simultaneous terror and frenzied excitement.

``I-It's just like my dreams!'' He squeaked excitedly, his cock already stiff again, his mind reduced to nothing but lust. ``T-thank you, master!''

Crumb, on the other hand, was faced with rapturous heaven: He knelt before Pyre's beautiful body, and looked on his length in awe. The dragon's cock was easily three feet long, thick as his arm in its width, with pale red flesh that was ridged on the underside, much like a kobold's cock. The base of the monstrous arousal held a swollen knot, a measure to ensure their godly semen would thoroughly impregnate whatever was foolish to take it. Crumb's cock was hard again, but he couldn't care less as he salivated uncontrollably at the sight, his mind nothing but devout worship.

``Gods above, grant me strength.'' Crumb prayed softly, bowing his head in worship.

Pyre let out a rumbling laugh at that. ``Oh relax, would you? It's not like you'll be taking it. Believe me, the last kobold who tried, well, it ended...messy.''

Crumb stared at the dragon, maw parted in a startled grimace.

Pyre rolled his eyes in return. ``I was KIDDING, Crumb. Ancestors above, you'll believe anything I tell you, won't you?'' He asked with a cocky sneer. ``Less gawking and more choking. Get to it.''

Crumb didn't need any further encouragement. He licked a long stripe up the shaft of the dragon's length, shuddering as the taste of divine brimstone covered his tongue. He clutched at the heated flesh, rubbing it with both hands, using his spit and the dragon's precum to slick him up.

Pyre leaned back with a wistful sigh. ``I always forget how wonderful those little hands feel. Good boy.'' He purred, rubbing the kobold's head affectionately.

Crumb, encouraged by his master, immediately picked up the pace, sucking at the tip while cradling the hefty balls as best he could. The delicious sweet taste of precum coated his tongue, the ambrosia making his vision tunnel, the dragon's heady cockscent instantly quieting everything but his god's pleasure.

Pyre, to his surprise, was actually feeling quite tense down there. ``Hhoh~! You really do have some talent, don't you, Crumb? Ancestors, you're...actually pretty good at that!'' He moaned, his hips rocking forwards, pushing the kobold's jaws apart, cock sinking into the back of Crumb's throat.

Crumb was too far gone to care, or even to gag, for that matter. He'd wrapped his tail around his new staff discreetly, silently willing a Charm spell to increase the dragon's pleasure. What normally would be the job of two kobolds now felt like six!

Pyre's eyes widened, a whorish whimper leaving his maw as he bared down on himself, squeezing his eyes shut. Was he, a mighty Great Wyrm, really about to cum from just one measly little kobold? Surely that couldn't be, it had been thousands of years since a kobold had made him make these sounds. No, he reasoned finally: This was some sort of trick, Crumb must be using-

Crumb's throat instantly filled with an entire SWALLOW of dragon cum. He pulled off, choking a little as it painted his face, his chest, even his own cock. The poor kobold's dick erupted in return, the taste of a living god enough to drive him to an instant orgasm. Covered in dragon cum and three orgasms deep, he knelt and then collapsed face forwards into the mess, unconscious but still erect, his ass raised in submission.

Bark, who'd been shamelessly stroking himself off, laughed nervously. ``Did you kill him?'' He asked, almost hopeful.

Pyre narrowed his eyes at the caged kobold, who quickly averted his gaze. ``No, I didn't. I don't believe he realized using a Charm spell requires a great amount of energy. He must've ran himself dry - in more than one way.'' He sighed, poking Crumb experimentally - he was still breathing, thankfully.

Bark looked disappointed. ``Maybe I am Attuned too, my lord! Here, watch.'' He announced, spreading his arms before clapping his hands together. ``Aha! Did you see it? I projected the image of a pile of treasure into your mind, your grace!''

Pyre snorted derisively. ``No, you most definitely did *not*. In fact, you're being quite irritating. Shut your trap and Cum.'' He growled, putting a devastating amount of weight on that last word.

Poor Bark would spend the next few hours whimpering and gasping as he emptied his poor balls. His moans heard all throughout the castle, only petering off when he finally climaxed himself unconscious, his cage slick with useless kobold cum.

As for Crumb, our cowardly hero will return...

...Eventually...

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