Who said that mortality is associated only with something feeble and insignificant? And who said that summoning rituals were tied to gloomy basements, in pitch black darkness, to the sounds of reverse played heavy metal music?

 While away from civilization, nobody could see the preparations on top of the snowy mountain, amidst the ruins of a long forbidden temple, house of eldritch god. But even destroyed and mostly hidden under white fluff, it still emanates a powerful aura, filling the air. 
Perfect. 

A lone figure finally finished creating a pentagram with salt, pouring it over satin material, so it wouldn't mix with the snow. They wore a long coat with a hood covering their faces, although not trying to be edgy or “cool”. Or they saw it in the horror movies. No, it was just too cold. 

The figure didn’t waste time and opened the book bound in goatskin, reading the words out loud, staring at the pentagram. They didn’t even bother with putting the candles since the icy wind would make them useless, plus it was mostly just for the aesthetics. The bell was the main prop. Their voice echoed down the peak of a forgotten mountain in language that wasn’t heard here in hundreds of years. 

The wind strengthened, while the coat flapped violently in it, giving a truly remarkable picture of a mere mortal dominating the powers they couldn’t even imagine. After the long incantation and sound of the bell, something unexpected happened. 

Ruined walls shook, while the vision of the summoner blurred. Like through thick fog, the scene darkened while everything went quiet. Even the wind seemed to calm itself, although it was a different cause of that. The summoner stood before the pentagram, but no longer ankles in the snow. It was inside of the temple, new, like they built it just yesterday. Paintings of nightmarish creatures stared at him with disgusted expressions in the dim light of crimson candles. At the end of the room, they could see an altar and a massive golden figure of a divine entity they couldn’t recognize. But it was the same creature, materialized just before them.

The summoner finally pulled back the hood, revealing their face to the creature. Looking closely, he didn’t look that different from the divine being, except the size, which was like night and day. Or in this case, a pebble and a mountain.

Kobold, with scales blue like a twilight sky, looked confident, despite his mere three-foot-tall posture. His multiple horns on his head, sharp like a razor, looked truly impressive on someone who might be just devoured within seconds by something who was just brought here against their will. At least there was a possibility of an extremely choking hazard. 

The creature was nothing else like a giant, dragonlike creature, twenty feet tall and dark red like the deepest corners of the hell itself. His own horns were longer than kobold’s arm, surrounding his entire head like a creepy, grotesque hairstyle. His scaly back was sharp as well, full of various thorns of different sizes and shapes. 

The long maw opened, showing off thick, extensive fangs, able to tear adult deer apart with a single move. Blackish trails of smoke rose through those spikes of death, as well out of the flared nostrils, with each deep breath full of anger and annoyance.

“Who dared to awaken me from my millennium-long slumber? The second seal wasn’t broken yet, I would know that.” the creature started, his voice deep and trembling, almost causing shaking of the crumbled walls around them. He took his time, saying each of those syllabuses, filling them with power and own strength, making his point clear. 

He actually looked around, clearly not seeing the kobold who was just like a speck, a ball of dust in a dragon's shadow and towering presence. Before noticing the one who summoned him, the giant studied the statue, suddenly snorting at it with utter disgust, coating it with more smoke coming from his nostrils.

"Pathetic. Is that supposed to be me? Not intimidating and powerful enough. Anyone who made this, deserves his eyes gouged out and fed to the imps. Those mortals will never change..." he said to himself when suddenly sensing something living, just at the bottom of his gargantuan, spiked tail, which he swung with when turning around once more.

The kobold froze in place, not able to say even a word until this very moment. While speaking, he was violently shaking, even when he was so full of confidence just a mere moment ago. "Oh great Kh'lxtecuus, I am Venter Laetus, your summoner, and lifelong servant. I brought you here to this world, to cleanse it and for...other reasons..." he looked away after the last sentence in utter embarrassment, trying not to say the truth to a godlike creature. Especially now, he knew how silly an idea that was.

The deep, gruff laughter filled the massive, empty temple, causing walls to crumble ever so slightly. Few more shakes like that and the whole place will return to its previous, destroyed state. When the dragon finished, he kneeled down and his head moved closer to kobold. Their gazes met, one full of jest, while the other filled with fear and shock.

"You can't be serious. A single, tiny mortal like you want to change the world. Bent it in his own will? And what would I get? Servitude of someone your size? No, you could one serve me as a meal. Or rather, a snack. You and your realm don't concern me and it's not a difference if it turns to dust or ends up in my belly. Oh, and by the way. The 'h' is silent, you ignorant." 

Two massive claws of his fingers pierced the kobold's hood and raised him above. The dragon was standing up fully again, staring at Venter critically, like a food critic who got a tiny piece of meal on his plate. Kobold had to think fast, since there was no time to waste, not wanting to end like this.

"W-wait. I know where you can find the others. Plus, I can...I know...jeez...``Kobold wiggled, hanging on the dragon's pair of claws loosely. In the book there was every piece of information about this demigod. Even about his... That's it! Some of his strength returned. That was one last chance he needed. He looked straight into the dragon's eyes.

"How long have you been sleeping, exactly? There's section in the volume about... erotic escapades of yours. You must be pent up like all nine circles of hell. If you eat me now, you'll have trouble with finding the solution to your... problem."

Kh'lxtecuus tilted his horned head, truly intrigued. That kobold was indeed confident for someone who was just a few feet from his sharp teeth. And after the attention moved to his own needs, he felt something twitching inside the slit, slowly peeking out from its own slumber. Are these mortals thinking only about conquering world and fucking it literally?

"You are full of surprises, little one. Want to be my toy? That's what are you doing, buying a little time you have left? Fine, funny creature. I'll give you that one and only chance to prove yourself useful. And after that... we will see." The dragon dropped the kobold back on his feet while changing his own pose. He sat down, spreading his gigantic paws, barely fitting them in this room, knocking down some other statues and poles.

The kobold stood up and looked upon the other lizard's massive posture, although his gaze fixated on that hole where the creature's cock was already slithering out. The dragon didn't have cloaca like other lizards, a fact that the summoner didn't know about. It was interesting to know him.

He started climbing his long tail, placed down upon him like a scaly red carpet, inviting him to fulfill his desires to serve the demigod. Kobold crawled past the other orifice, full of intoxicating, musky smell. He shook his head, trying to not think about it and not to succumb to its power. His focus returned to that tower of flesh and pulsating veins. Did it have a double knot? Indeed, one giant orb could be seen at the bottom of the dragon's cock, while the next one, half as big, was just right above it. He could also see a plethora of different bumps and small, soft spikes.

Blue kobold removed his cloak and rest of the clothes, revealing that he also had thorns on his back, following down his thick tail. Dragon could see a peculiar gem covering his belly button, but ignored it. It was much smaller than other treasures he was used to in his own realm. The more interesting thing was under it. A six inches long, purple appendage, which was his twitching phallus, already dripping with sweet drops, begging for release.

Small lizard wrapped himself around that pole of flesh, groaning to himself in delight. He never had such a feeling as before, full of lust and desire for more, noticing every bump and vein with his own flesh, gently massaging them with a much smaller but still impressive cock. Breathing of the giant deepened, telling the kobold that he was on the right track, so he continued. 

His paws grasped both sides of that glorified statue. Kobold made a note in his mind that they should build monuments of it, instead of the demigod. Much more thoughtful and inspiring. But he had to be focused on this task and think later. His nostrils were full of dragon's scent, making his head a bit dizzy. But he certainly enjoyed that.

Kobold quickly climbed on top, kissing soft spikes located right beneath the swollen, flared head of the dragon's cock, causing the giant to groan in delight. Yes, thousand years of deep sleep can make anyone pent up beyond belief. It shocked demigod that a mere mortal could cause that feeling, not ending as apéritif.

Venter was fixated on giving pleasure to someone much more powerful than him, licking just the top of its other head, swirling his tongue around the tiny orifice. It was warm and full of moisture, which he tasted with own tongue, before swallowing all of it. He was still rubbing himself against the dragon, coating that throbbing monstrosity with own juices, close to orgasm.

Kobold let out a long, loud moan out of his maw, suddenly getting sprayed with fiery liquid, squirting out from the hole like from a living geyser. It wasn't the climax yet, just a few giant drops, telling how close the dragon was. So he hugged the upper part of that pole, doubling his efforts to prove to him how useful he is. Even at the cost of being covered in demigod's semen. And finally, it happened.

With each throb, felt through kobold's feet and rest of his body, a long, thick stream shot out of the pleasured hole. Kobold used all of his strength to hold on that cock, not caring that it already coated his face with gooey, warm substance. The dragon didn't just scream. He roared, filling the temple with black smoke coming out of his sparkling maw. Luckily it didn't catch on fire, or this moment of pleasure would end up in an unplanned barbeque.

Both of them were catching their breath. The giant's chest was rising rapidly with each breath, which told how pent up the creature was. But Venter didn't finish his work yet, since he wanted more. And knew where to get it, now staring at the other orifice, away from the slowly softening cock. He crawled his way down when that familiar scent hit his nostrils once again and pried open that other orifice. The glans was producing an outstanding amount of musk, and that's why the kobold was intoxicated and not thinking straight.

Before the dragon could even react, he barely felt when kobold was entering him, but it quickly changed. Small, naked reptile dug his way through, massaging the inner walls with his entire body, pushing himself deeper. The whole ordeal was almost orgasmic, shooting out droplets of pre-cum inside the dragon.

"You really wish to be part of me, funny mortal? Fine. Suit yourself..." The fulfilled and content demigod helped the kobold, tensing and relaxing variably his inner muscles, pushing the living object through. He preferred to swallow the summoner, but either end of his system worked. Plus, the intoxicated kobold wasn't scared anymore. Only happy to help the demigod like a genuine servant.

The dragon massaged his belly, feeling that small reptile finally found the end of his journey, surrounded by bodily liquids. He could feel only the warmth and overwhelming scent of this divine body. And he didn't want to end it, enjoying that feeling for eternity. And it was the last thing he remembers, when the demigod gratified his wishes.

The temple itself vanished, returning to the correct state of ruins covered in snow. The dragon stared down and unfurled his previously hidden gigantic wings. With a strong, single flap of them, he jumped forward to look for more... servants.