Beyond
Volume One

A Dragon’s Treasure

Written by Amethyst Mare
Promotion for Beyond: Volume One

Devox trembled, spear shaking uselessly in his paws as the spines on the back of his head rattled. The green dragon’s scales, normally pristine, had been dulled by the dirt and grime of the tunnel, the small lantern he’d set on the floor did nothing to illuminate more than the smallest fraction of the mound of gold, jewels and ancient treasures spilling over one another as if in their effort to be seen. The cave stretched back and back, full of treasure, but it was the dragon that Devox was there to see in the dark and dank place he’d chosen, unconventionally, to call home.

A low, rumbling growl set the coins trembling, shivering down the pile in a miniature avalanche. Devox swallowed his whimper, holding his head as high as possible as he took a step back, refusing to allow even a single one of the coins to touch his clawed hind paws. Although his grey tunic reached down to his mid-calves, all initiates were left with their paws bare until the time came to join the ranks of the elite priesthood.

Sent to maintain the dragon’s treasure, a brutal, four-legged beast that was nothing like his anthro kind, the young initiate was beginning to doubt that he wanted to be a part of the priesthood anymore. Of course, the feral monster couldn’t have been said to possess anything near an anthro’s intelligence, but there was a glint in the creature’s eyes that spoke of a deeper understanding. And Devox was about to experience that first hand.

A swaying, blocky head emerged from the darkness, black tongue flickering from between red-scaled lips as if it was questing from him. Devox gaped and shook like an Autumn leaf, flinging himself on the ground with a small cry as the dragon he’d sought stepped out from the darkness with regal authority, towering over him in a garb of crimson scales. Two jet black horns curved back from its skull like those of a ram, only he was sure they possessed far more structural integrity than anything else he was used to.

Growling, the beast seethed, smoke roiling from his nostrils as two bright orange eyes fixed on the initiate. But Devox did not dare look up, the spines running down the back of his head and neck trembling as badly as the shivers that rippled down the full length of his tail.

The beast had no time for an anthro’s reverence, however, and snarled viciously as he approached, each step sending a tremor through the rocky ground beneath Devox. Grit dug into his palms and the soles of his hind paws as he prostrated himself before the beast, every inch of him radiating more fearsome power than Devox could ever have hoped to brag. Of course, the priests were high up in the city’s social standing, but a feral would command attention and devotion over anyone else regardless of their position. They did have a certain aura about them, after all.

But the dragon had something he wanted from him too. Devox could polish and shine and protect his hoard for him as much as he wanted, but there was only one use the crimson demon had for initiates fresh out of the pews. As he glared down at the pitifully small dragon – really, couldn’t they have sent him any better entertainment? – his massive, ridged cock slipped from the flap of leathery skin, a kind of sheath, tucked up close to his belly.

Devox gulped, eyes widening as he chanced a glance and immediately regretted his decision. The monstrous cock pulsed, drooling pre-cum, and the beast rumbled a laugh that, absurdly, sounded cocky despite its animalistic nature. Turning side-on, the feral dragon posed as if showing off his size, which would have put Devox to shame if the dragon had dared lift his tunic to reveal his own hardening shaft.

Devox knew what he had to do.

Although he trembled, he raised his muzzle obediently as the dragon stepped over him, body swaying with his colossal bulk. As the initiate stretched up on his knees, that cock smacked him wetly across the muzzle and he whimpered, instinctively lapping up the slick pre-cum that had splattered across his snout and lips as if the creature had done so deliberately. Who knew – maybe he had.

Salty pre-cum poured into his mouth as Devox whined like a dog, paws caressing the length and, for the first time, taking note of the heavy, churning balls heralding his ultimate fate. As he suckled on the dragon’s cock-tip, eyes half-lidded as if in a trance, he fondled and caressed those full orbs with due reverence, imagining just how much cum they contained. His mouth watered at the mere thought and he moaned around the beast’s shaft, eyes rolling into the back of his skull.

Yes, life as an initiate would not be so bad if he got treated so well by every feral dragon he came across. But the thought swiftly flitted from his mind as the cock in his mouth pulsed, another dollop of pre-cum spurting up to the back of his throat. Gulping it down automatically, he pumped the length of the shaft between two paws to a chorus of rumbling growls that he only hoped meant he was doing just what the beast desired of him.

His paws learned the curves of that cock, gliding over the ridges as his fingers squeezed behind the glands. Shuffling and stomping above him, the dragon growled and expelled a jet of flame, scorching a mark on the cave wall that Devox would later gawp at and wonder how he had been brave enough to pleasure the dragon and leave with his life intact. The beast was all that he could never be and he could only count himself privileged to act as his personal cock-massager, if but for the first time. After all, he had been chosen above the others as the most promising initiate and could only expect more such delicacies in future visits. That was, if he was fortunate enough, of course.

And he knew one thing was true, what the other initiates had snickered about behind cupped paws when he had been sent out to clean and polish the dragon’s treasure. For the treasure of such a beast did not lay solely in his glistening hoard, but in the slick pole of dragon-flesh under his belly.

The dragon would not send him away until he was well and truly satisfied. Devox sucked in a breath, pushing his lips down and down over that thick shaft, letting the dragon stretch his jaws wide. He closed his eyes.

Pleasing such a beast could take a while.

A good long while.