Karch’trel chuckled internally as he led the small group of young kobolds behind him. The lizards were practically bouncing with excitement as they made their way up the sloped tunnel, past the heart of the warren where hundreds of kobolds lived and worked. The young acolytes yipped in their high pitched voices,talking amongst each other in anticipation as they traveled past some of the oldest tunnels within their home - worn and weathered runic inscriptions carved along the walls bearing the oldest history of the tribe… They were almost there now, ten or twenty feet away from where the tunnel forked, one leading farther away and to one of the many escape tunnels strewn about the warren, and the other… The most valuable room within their home.

“Is he really as big as everyone says he is?” one of the many acolytes, a mottled orange scaled kobold named Nass. Like the other four acolytes following Karch’trel, he was dressed in only a simple leather loincloth for this pilgrimage, leaving the youths tail to flutter unbarred behind his steps without the usual clanging of tail rings that came with Nass’ excitement.

“I heard that his hoard is as large as the commons, with enough gold coins to fill the hatchery,” Irki, brown of scales and the most diminutive of the little lizards spoke, his voice the highest of the four and trailing from the end of the group.

“He can’t be that large,” Rotom, the blue and boldest of the four spoke from the lead of the line, his excitement bringing him as close behind the young kobolds’ guide as he could. “If he really was as big as a mountain our entire warren would collapse under his weight!”

“I bet he’s still pretty big though. Bigger than an umber hulk!” Nass hissed again, with a smile as wide as his little lizardy face could sport.

“How do you even know how big an umber hulk is?” Irki squawked, looking past the black scaled kobold who had so far been quiet as the other three talked.

“One of the hatch-brothers was apart of one of the last expedition which went into the underdark and he told me about it!” Nass responded, pride swelling in his chest as he readied to launch into an entire retelling of the sordid adventure he was relayed…

“We’re here,” Karch’tell hissed, interrupting the story Nass was about to retell. He looked back, watching over the four kobolds that all stared back at him with expectant eyes and a sense of giddiness building within their lithe frames. They had been waiting for this day ever since they were first taken in to be raised and trained as sorcerers thanks to the magical potential within their blood. And, as the green scaled mentor looked over them, he couldn’t help but let a proud smile stretch across his face, just as eager to see them initiated within their ranks, but much better at hiding his excitement.

With a motion of his hand, Karch’trell pushed his arm through what seemed to be solid rock along the side of the tunnel, allowing the gathered acolytes to see through the illusionary figment. The now transparent wall showed a short tunnel beyond, illuminated by the glow of magical lights that adorned a great dragon’s chamber. Rotom was the first to move forward, following Karch’tell’s beckoning motion, and as soon as he stepped past the illusionary wall his ears detected the soft rocking of lapping water, but louder than that, a great rumble that came from an even greater beast’s breath.

He was quickly forced deeper as Kass eagerly followed, almost shoving the blue kobold off of his feet in the process, while little Irki scurried up behind to catch a sight at the glorious patron of their colony. But the final kobold, the black scaled Ruvlo, lingered at the border that was the illusion, casting furtive glances between the tunnel beyond, and his guide and mentor.

“Is something wrong?” Karch’trell spoke, tilting his head towards the black kobold. He was the shyest of the lot, an attribute that the dusty green thought fit his color, but even then he wouldn’t imagine that the kobold would let that intrude upon a day such as this.

“Yes… Well, no…” he hissed quietly, before shaking his head and stepped forward, “Its nothing! Really!” With that little nudge, the final kobold seemed to have found his courage to scamper forward, trying to catch up to the other three which were already entering the great chamber, while the senior lizard took a more mottley pace to the familiar room. Karch’trell gave a shake of his head with a low, lizard-like click of his tongue, before following after his apprentices.

He arrived just in time to hear the low gasps that came from the first three as they finally caught sight of what they had come to see. In the center of the great chamber illuminated by bewitched globes inserted into the walls of the cavern laid the great beast, the draconic patron of the entire kobold warren. A mighty gold dragon, sprawled lazily over a small mountain of gems, coins, and other assorted treasure reaching several feet in height from the floor of the dragon’s chamber. Even laid out like it was, the creature cut a striking figure, with a torso that was as long as five or six of the kobolds laid out from end to end, a head and neck almost just as long, and a giant, elegant tail that snaked out for one and a half times the length of the torso, left to curl around the edge of the treasure pile closest to the assembled kobolds.

“Kaldakaczil,” the green sorcerer that had lead his charges spoke, offering a reverent bow towards the giant creature from the edge of the chamber, while the four acolytes gathered loosely in front of him, “I hope we are not disturbing your rest, but these are the four acolytes that are ready to make their pacts and join our ranks as fully trained practitioners of the draconic arts…”

The great beast stirred, shifting its massive weight and causing small waves of coins and jewels to scatter as it came to stand, looming high above the diminutive lizards gathered before it. The creature’s long, frilled neck looked down, bringing the beast’s golden eyes to stare down at the kobolds as they were ushered forward by their mentor, allowing the dragon to eye them over one by one, with a low, contemplative rumble to its chest. “Nonsense… I was looking forward to meeting your latest alumni,” he spoke, the tendril-like whiskers on his chin twitching with the movements of his lips.

Karch smiled, but kept his distance, letting the four smaller lizards make their approach by themselves as they came to kneel near the edge of the treasure pile, their eyes staying forward, staring at the great beast with adoration. More so than any species kobolds were vulnerable to the awesome presence of these great beasts, and then some. “Although, such a very colorful collection of students you have this season,” the dragon bemused, shifting his weight onto one foreleg so that the other could reach forward, brushing a massive claw over Nass’ mottled orange scales, while nearby Tuvlo shifted slightly from the proximity. Nass, meanwhile, couldn’t help but let out a purr-like rumble from the touch… the sheer proximity to the dragon heated the air, soothing the cold blooded reptile. But there was more, a waxing instinct at the back of his mind… something deeply carnal within his body that was being cultivated by the dragon’s saffron scent.

As the dragon’s great claw moved to brush affectionately over his chin, Nass couldn’t help but squirm, a low, pleased huff rolling from his lips, before he cast his gaze over to his compatriots. Their eyes were enviously staring towards him, and the affection he was getting from the great beast, but they showed the same equally pleased yet uneased feeling as they shifted awkwardly against the ground. All of their breaths grew heavier, greedily sucking in air not for the sake of their lungs, but so that their snouts could imbibe every ounce of that heavenly scent that they could steal.

“Kal...dakaczil…” Nass whimpered, struggling to string just the creature’s name together. He came into the chamber practically bubbling with thoughts and questions, but, the longer he stood nearby the dragon, the more his thoughts grew still. He was finding it hard to think, but his body seemed to know what it should do regardless, as his soft, scaled hands reached forward to grasp onto the great dragon’s forepaw, basking in the heat which radiated from the gold scales and onto his body.

“Ssssh, do not worry my lovely kobolds,” Kaldakaczil’s voice rumbled with an affectionate tone behind the raw power of his speech. “Do not concern yourselves with struggling or fighting against what you feel. It is natural within your kind to react in such ways to a dragon’s touch, a dragon’s scent…” the great dragon continued, whilst the beast’s claw nimbly slid down Nass’ frame with unbecoming dexterity of his huge frame.

“Just follow what your instincts tell you to do… and we’ll forge your pacts as each of you becomes one with my spirit,” he rumbled, and in that moment plucked Nass’ loincloth free from his body, leaving the reptile stark naked in front of his idol’s eyes. There was no blush from the orange kobold however, no hint of reservation as he was left utterly defenseless before the great beast. He was far too affected by the dragon’s scent and aura to even respond, standing there with his eyes unfocused, mouth agape as his chest heaved in long, slow breaths to fill his lungs with the dragon’s scent, while his loins bore the most obvious tell of his infatuation with the dragon - the bright pink appendage of the kobold’s cock coming to stand at full mast.

He wasn’t alone, the other three reptiles seemed just as affected by the dragon’s scent and presence. Soft whimpers and complaints rolled from their needy bodies while their loincloths parted in short order around the firm pricks, twitching at their hardest and in their most dire need just from the scent rolling within their minds. It got too much for Rotom, whose desire and brashness got the better of his adoration and humility. He stood, and started to climb the pile of treasure that was the dragon’s nest, discarding his loincloth with barely a thought, just so that the blue reptile could come to cling to one of the creature’s great feet, pressing his body as close as he could to those golden scales. A whimper rolled from his chest as his arms gave their best attempt at wrapping around the beast’s ankle, while his twitching lizard dick was ground against the creature’s firm scales.

“There we go…” the dragon chuckled, watching as the smallest of the four, Irki, soon followed, stripping himself of the leather strap around his waist and scampering after Rotom to hug against the beast’s other ankle. Only Tuvlo managed to resist succumbing utterly to the scent, kept at bay by his meekness, yet his own cock remained just as prominent with his loincloth parted around it.

The dragon’s attention returned to Nass, who in those short seconds had started to needily rub himself against the dragon’s forepaw, while his body rumbled with a reptilian purr. Any care for his self preservation had faded from his mind, only the dragon before him mattered, even the furnace-like heat of Kaldakaczil’s breath drew more arousal and desire from the kobold whom merely looked up hopefully. “Now, let us find the proper furnishings for you little treats,” Kaldakaczil finally spoke, but Nass’ only response was a slow, approving nod, vacant of any understanding for what those words meant.

Fortunately the little lizard was just as pliant in body as he was in attitude, moving into the dragon’s grasp as he plucked the small orange scaled lad from the floor, and held him above the pile of treasure beneath the beast. Then, with eidetic knowledge of his hoard, Kaldakaczil plucked jewelry from the great sea of coin and gemstones, finding tantalizing rubies and emeralds affixed to silver chains, accessories forged within the kobold warren likely for this very moment, as the beast draped the elaborate offerings of wealth onto Nass’ scales. Necklace and tail rings, silken threads woven from underground creatures and affixed to golden buckles. In swift order, the dragon dressed the kobold who didn’t seem to even be aware of the articles, even as his pink prick smeared his precum over the soft silk of a transparent loincloth.

“There…” Kaldakaczil rumbled with growing anticipation, his lips coming to hold apart, revealing a salivating tongue that flicked within his great jaws. The very sight of that tongue brought a needy whimper from the enthralled kobold, followed by a soft chuckle from the giant reptile… Right before the dragon’s jaws parted slightly, and allowed the giant muscle that was his tongue to lull forward. The thick, pointed tongue washed over Nass’ orange scales, allowing the dragon to partake in the reptile’s taste, right before the beast pressed the tip of the giant muscle into the little kobold’s maw. The sheer size of the thing was almost as large as the kobold, but Nass suckled on that tongue nonetheless, pressing his own diminutive muscle against the giant invader within his maw, whilst his lips suckled around the dragon’s tongue to suckle whatever drops of dragon saliva he could nurse from the appendage.

It would have been a simple matter for the dragon to swallow the kobold then and there, but Kaldakaczil refrained… His tongue retreated from Nass’ maw, leaving long strands of dragon spittle drawn over the kobold’s orange chin. The reptile whimpered slightly at the retreat, eyes filled with blind adoration as he was placed between the dragon’s hind legs… and with a small nudge from the dragon’s hand, shuffled forward, until he could bury his face against the great creature’s loins, basking in the intense warmth which rolled over his body. Kaldakaczil’s arousal from toying with the orange kobold prompted the great black shaft within his slit to stir, leaving the hefty spire of flesh to jut half-swollen from the dragon’s loins, towering above Nass’ head as it glistened with the beast’s off-clear fluids. The raw scent wafting from it thickened the air even further, making the lizards gathered around the creature’s loins gasp deeper for their needy, pheromone-laden breaths.

In quick order Kaldakaczil repeated the process with the other two kobolds which had rushed forward, plucking up Irki, then Rotom, and dressing them in the fine jewels and silks of his hoard, furnishing the reptiles with the metal and gemstone’s taste and texture before he brought them to rest between his legs, letting them stew with their arousal, while the dragon’s own cock swelled to the point that its weight dragged it down, allowing the needy reptiles to begin pressing their bodies against the source of the scent now ruminating within their skulls. Rotom quickly pushed forward to press his lips against the flexing slit at the dragon’s cock tip, hungrily lapping the addictive spunk from the living fountain’s source, while Irki and Nass allowed their tongues to wander the sculpted, ridged member to gather the great beast’s essence wherever it collected on the textured flesh.

But the dragon’s eyes turned away from the needy trio worshipping his ebony spire, and instead allowed his gaze to settle upon the sole kobold that had so far resisted the call of his scent and body. Tuvlo was frozen in place with his lust, the lizard’s lips parted in a hot, needy pant which caused his entire body to shake with desire. The poor kobold’s cock was painfully swollen between his legs, internal testes so worked up that the ground beneath the reptile’s knees now sported splotches of absently drooled kobold cream. But, while all signs pointed towards the black scaled male having been lost in a paralyzing daze, his eyes were the most focused of the four, albeit still clouded with dragon musk induced lust as they gazed up towards the majestic dragon.

“Now what about you…” Kaldakaczil murmured, that thick tongue of his brushing over his scaled lips to try and clear the taste of jewels and kobold from his taste buds. “Don’t be shy little reptile… You certainly weren’t this shy when you spotted me before.”

Tuvlo’s clenched, muscles freezing into place for a small, panic induced moment. But the dragons words finally called him to act. He hesitantly moved to his feet, not even remembering he was still wearing the shoved-aside loin cloth - while the little black reptile’s gaze did its very best to tear itself away from the awe-inducing creature before him. “I… I… Didn’t mean to… I just wanted to…” he tried to explain, but the words were hard to come by as his scent clouded mind stumbled for even the simplest of sentences.

“You were just hoping to get away from the throng of the warren, so you went to the surface to swim within the great lake that I hunt in… Am I mistaken?” Kaldakaczil’s words rumbled, the kobolds between his hind legs were growing ever more taken to the obsidian tool hanging in front of them. Rotom in particular seemed to succumb to the point that his mind had even forgotten that there was a dragon attached to the black pillar, his arms doing their best to squeeze around the fat dick as his green-scaled body did its very best to grind against the glossy prick.

“Y, yes... “ the black kobold breathlessly agreed. “And, and… I wasn’t supposed… to leave the warren, or… or see you… before now, so…” the black kold’s words were slowing, his body trembling under the strain of holding onto his mental faculties for so long - even with the aid of guilt and fear about his earlier transgression. “And, you… noticed, so…”

“Of course I noticed,” the great gold rumbled, the budding arousal within his body slowly rising with every second his latest, needy worshipers toiled in their foggy idolatry. “How could I not take notice of such a cute little lizard like you, peeking shyly over the rocky outcrop you were hiding in?” Kaldakaczil spoke softly as his great head leaned down to do the equivalent of a whisper against the kobold’s cheek - although the wash of hot dragon breath over the reptile’s face caused Tuvlo’s nostrils to flare, rather than encourage his bashful behavior.

“I…” Tuvlo tried to find words again, but Kaldakaczil finally put an end to his protest… the dragon’s forepaw reached forward to gingerly pluck the shy black scale from the floor, and hoist him up, onto the hoard…

“I think that it’s only fitting,” the gold rumbled as the black kobold’s arms wrapped needily over the ‘thumb’ holding him in place against that warm palm, “That since you were the first to gaze upon me, that you’ll be the first to make the pact…”

“Wh, what?” Tuvlo tried to speak, but his words were silenced by the approach of the great dragon’s tongue. The male dragon’s breath washed over the small lizard, bringing a quivering shiver to his frame, but as soon as that warm, slick muscle washed over the black scales of the kobold’s face, the last kernel of his thoughts melted. His concern, guilt, or other fears about sneaking out of the warren or being turned in by the dragon patron evaporated underneath the heat of dragon taste and musk, bringing a dumb smile to his lips much like the other three young kobolds already worshiping at the altar of Kaldakacazil’s cock. He didn’t whimper as the dragon’s thumb-claw plucked his kobold-spunk soaked loincloth free from his loins, he only rumbled to be closer to the draconic beast, little hands reaching up to try and pull the dragon’s tongue closer, before a whimper of delight rolled from the little creature’s chest as Kaldakaczil nimbly pressed the pointed tip of his tongue into Tuvlo’s lips, and broke into the shy kobold’s maw to let the small creature suckle idly on the giant muscle, deepening the hold the dragon’s pheromones had on the poor male’s brain with every drop of saliva he imbibed.

With a shift of his great weight, Kaldakaczil settled onto his side, allowing him to prop up his forebody with an elbow, while the three kobolds at his loins finally had easier access to the great mast of quivering black flesh as they scrambled onto the firm gold scales of Kaldakaczil’s underbelly. The dragon’s ‘kiss’ with Tuvlo continued, the giant tongue tip doing its best to ‘play’ within the kobold’s mouth with what little dexterity it had, at least while the dragon’s free hand started to dress his shyest worshiper. The dragon’s eye plucked out long chains of fine gold, bands of the precious metal hardened with kobold alchemy to be as hard as iron while retaining the luster of the pure metal. Silks soon joined the luster of gold around Tuvlo’s frame, draped over his scales with inordinate care and affection by the dragon’s giant forepaws. 

The ‘kiss’ between them came to an end as that giant slab of muscle pried free, despite the protest of the mind addled kobold as strands of hot, draconic spittle were drawn between tongue and lips, before the sizzling fluids snapped and fell onto the kobold’s black chin. The discomfort that came from his snout suddenly being free of such a heavenly experience was forgotten however, as that large tongue came to sprawl over the lizard’s body… Warm tongue tasting along the kobold’s scales, picking up the tang of gold and silk as Kaldakaczil finished dressing his last kobold. The now not so shy black’s arms wrapped around that tongue, pulling it into a proper hug against his body, while the little reptile’s hips began to grind that throbbing kobold dick across the dragon’s wet muscle, soft rumbles, purrs, and whimpers rolling from the male’s body as he mindlessly basked in the warmth that rolled over his body with every one of the dragon’s breaths.

The dragon’s tongue, in its part, pushed back against the kobold’s small thrusts, the muscle flexing in rolling waves that slathered warm saliva over the male’s front, smearing black scales with the dragon’s spit as Tuvlo’s face buried itself as deep as it could against the muscle. But the rolling movements of Kaldakaczil’s tongue did more than just help to pleasure the kobold’s slit-held cock, it slowly pushed the little male further up along that tongue, aided by his little squirms, until before the reptile realized, he was now half-held within the great creature’s jaws. Powerful teeth loomed above and below his midsection. But throughout it all, the kobold’s tail was high, raised, and wagging, showing off the reptile’s firm sphincter above that drooling, tongue grinding kobold cock.

The extra humidity and warmth around his body caused the addled Tuvlo to look up from that tongue, his black scaled cheeks slathered in the a glistening layer of dragon spit. His dark-suited eyes took in the sight of the cavern he was sliding into, the long rows of teeth, the flexing walls, the impending tunnel… Yet any care or concern for his self preservation was apparently absent from his mind thanks to all the pheromones bubbling within his blood. He only reacted with a low, euphoric cry when Kaldakaczil’s tongue curled upwards, bringing the muscle’s point to flick over the youth’s thighs and ass… before it rather boldly plunged a few inches of that meaty mass into the kobold’s rear! The pressure against the young acolyte’s prostate pushed the musk programmed reptile over the edge, needy huffs rolling from his chest, while his internal testes fired several strands of reptile jizz onto his patron’s tongue.

The tongue flexed, ‘striking’ Tuvlo’s inner walls half a dozen times, making certain that the reptile was milked of what his little organ could produce, before he was rewarded with a flick of the dragon’s tongue. The small kobold, weak and dazed, barely resisted as the tongue pushed him fully into that giant maw, his clawed hands slipping over the beast’s broad tongue. The dragon’s head tilted up, helping to drag the reptile down with Tuvlo’s own weight, not that Tuvlo resisted, even now. His dull, musk-addled eyes looked down at the tunnel of muscle and flesh, lined with the dragon’s spit. His body squirmed, not to escape, but to press into the walls now clamping down against him, the sensation of the dragon’s esophagus squeezing around his head sent a shudder down his spine… Before another kick from the back of the dragon’s tongue finally pushed him down into those depths, his arms pinned against his side as shoulders followed head, now a distinct bulge within the dragon’s throat - a bulge that was now being tugged down to the dragon’s torso by the slow, steady squeezing of the beast’s throat muscles.

The other three kobolds had not been idle however. With the shift of movement of the dragon from his side, and again onto his back as he swallowed the black kobold whole, they came to stand on the beast’s abdomen, using their tentative grasp on the obsidian length to steady their footing against the shifting movements of the beast’s body. However, this time Rotom hadn’t beaten the other reptiles to the spear-shaped head of the dragon’s cock - having lost out to the small, albeit nimble, Irki. The smallest of the kobolds sat where the tip of that cock laid against Kaldakaczil’s belly, holding the giant prick as best as he could aloft so his little lips could suckle from the source of the fountain pouring over his body. His small lips did their best to wrap around the giant head, not even quite managing to fit the flexing slit of the dragon’s cock within the reach of his jaws, before trading to lap, sniff, and murmur against the opening. Rotom wasn’t fair away, the blue scaled kobold’s snout even brushing against Irki’s cheek in an attempt to push the needy little brown off of the source of that succulent nectar. 

Nass, meanwhile, settled onto the base of that cock, hugging it from above with all four of his limbs, his gaze mindlessly watching his two peers fighting over the spade-like dick head as his own shaft ground against the ridges along the black cock beneath him. His unfocused gaze simultaneously watched Tuvlo’s last moments, as the black kobold was brought into their patron’s snout and then swallowed whole…  glazed eyes watching as the squirming bulge of the needy little black descended, until the wet walls of the dragon’s throat finally squeezed the kobold into the dragon’s torso, the bulge disappearing as Tuvlo was deposited within the gold’s magical stomach.

Irki was next. His idle competition with Rotom escalated with what little awareness the two dragon-drunk reptiles could use. His smaller frame pressed firmly against the head of the dragon’s dick, a low, greedy hiss rising from his chest, until the combination of his needy laps and Rotom’s arm pressing against the smaller brown as the green struggled for purchase pressed the brown’s snout into the flexing slit. The dragon’s cock quickly revealed its own predatory nature as the slick, precum lathered walls of the beast’s urethra flexed down around Irki’s nose. Its grip was weak, and if Irki cared he could easily pull his head free… But instead the little brown’s greed and lusts drove him deeper. He closed his eyes with a pleased rumble, maw opened loosely against the grip of the dragon’s flesh so that his tongue could continue to lap up the bubbling, frothy elixir of Kaldakaczil’s spunk, while the rest of his body pushed, squirmed, and squeezed his body deeper into that prick, slowly feeding himself inch by inch into the obsidian flesh’s mass, until the entirety of his head had slipped within. The black flesh bulged around Irki’s features, while the dragon’s fluids continued to trickle down from that tip, now dripping over the brown scaled kobold that was trying to make his home within the warm confines of his patron’s cock.

“Such silly things…” Kaldakaczil’s voice rumbled out as his eyes turned to gaze upon the remaining three acolytes, his tongue flicking over his lips to savior the fading taste of Tuvlo. He savoured the feeling of the black reptile coming to rest within his stomach, the weight of the little reptile’s squirms helped to draw low rumbles of pleasure from the gold dragon’s throat, while the trapped kobold suffered in muffled euphoria within the beast’s belly.

But one kobold acolyte wasn’t enough to sate the gold dragon’s hunger, not even one garnished with the delectable gold and silks which would be melted down within the boiling acids of the magical beast’s belly. The great beast’s foreleg reached down, coming to grasp Rotom with a few of his finger digits, whilst the thumb-claw spared itself to help Irki get exactly where he wanted to go… The firm claw of the dragon’s hand pressed against the little brown kobold’s rear, partially squeezing one of the lizard’s cheeks away from the male’s entrance - while that claw tip didn’t hesitate from pressing in and squeezing pressure within the tight, sensitive tunnel. The kobold responded with a squirm and groan within Kaldakaczil’s dick, causing him to wiggle with whatever give he had within the slippery passage. The kobold’s shoulders, then waist slid in with the help of the dragon’s grasp, brown scales disappearing as the distension within that cock grew. Until, with another firm push of the dragon’s thumb, Irki’s rear slipped in within the swallowing passage, leaving his flexing, climaxing cock hanging just outside of the black urethra ‘lips’, brown tail flexing, and toes curling, before they too were swallowed underneath the dragon dick’s own power.

The musky tunnel practically smothered Irki’s snout, hot, bubbling dragon spunk smeared onto his face ensured that he couldn’t see as he was slowly drawn deeper into that passage as cock muscles flexed around him. His cock, refusing to rest despite his swift climax from all the dragon musk locked within his poor head, ground against the slick tunnels, twitching pleasantly whenever the squeeze of the walls around him squeezed it against his own, spunk covered scales.

He wouldn’t be on his own for long… rather than letting his obsidian prick squeeze back shut after the kobold’s bangled tail and ankletted feet slid in, Kaldakaczil’s thumb claw kept it pulled open, showing the musky tunnel to Rotom as he eagerly pressed in to the head after Irki was swallowed. Without hesitation, the largest of the kobold’s followed the smallest, lapping at the offered entrance, suckling on the flesh, before the kobold’s lust-driven mind finally pressed in, seeking the warmest, freshest dragon essence against all over needs of his flesh. Nass’ eyes watched, even while glazed over with lust, his eager chest still panting as the first bulge of Irki’s still-squirming frame was squeezed down the giant cock he was straddling, allowing him to feel his peer’s passage as the thick flesh swelled and simultaneously squeezed around the protrusion, causing the ridges and valleys within that prick to buckle and swell against Nass’ thrusting gland.

Nass’ eyes continued to watch as Rotom was just as easily swallowed by that black prick, the size difference between him and Irki doing nothing to save him from a fate his musk-drunk mind desired. Green disappeared into black, shoulders pinned against Rotom’s neck as he was pressed into the tight tunnel, until Nass was left alone, the last of the kobold acolytes ‘free’ from his patron’s body. His eyes become affixed to the descending impressions of his friends, the larger bulge of Rotom sliding down as the smaller impression of Irki passed through the base of the dragon’s cock… Out of sight from Nass’ gaze, but he could feel the impression the kobold made within the great gold’s internal testes, the little brown squeezed out from the tunnel to what he could only imagine was a boiling vat of raw dragon seed - if his brain was in any position to do anything that was not worship and desire the same fates as the three before him.

The orange kobold whimpered, although the noise paled in comparison to the lustful growls building within Kaldakaczil’s chest as the two kobolds squeezed past the dragon’s prostate, and then slipped into a teste each. The great gold’s chest rising with a listless sigh, eyes closing as he basked in the feeling of each lizard swallowed within his body. Little Tuvlo… His acid-resistant black scales didn’t offer anywhere near enough protection against a dragon’s stomach. The boiling hot stomach didn’t leave behind a scrap as the black kobold was melted down alive, too blinded by the dragon’s pheromones to notice still, as scale and flesh melted from him, joined with the bands of alchemical gold which were just as vulnerable to the beast’s stomach acids, melting within the bubbling concoction with the rest of his figure and dress. Not even bones lasted long within the creature’s furnace of a stomach, melted within the chyme as the stomach walls churned the kobold-stomach stew to hasten the process.

Rotom and Irki would be consumed soon after, the molten iron hot seed washing over their bodies made short work of their small physiques. Stifled whimpers and moans vibrated within the dragon’s loins as each reptile got the closest they could to finally feeling sated of the urge’s built within their bodies due to the dragon musk. Their dissolved flesh quickly became repurposed by the dragon’s magical nature, scale, meat, and bones multiplying the weight of virile dragon seed ready to spill from the great dragon’s loins. Their passage marked with the final moments of their euphoric squirming within the male’s testes… and the thickened broth of dragon spunk oozing from the ebony mast, as some of the fresh seed overflowed from Kaldacakzil’s loins and bubbled up from the recently fed spire.

The two kobold’s squirms pushed out against the softer scales along Kaldakaczil’s loins, their bodies stretching and pressing out in the throes of ecstasy that consumed their little minds. The writhing impressions pressed against Nass’s feat as the orange acolyte ground his needy lizard shaft into the black ridges of the dragon’s dick, right above the swollen lobe of flesh that was the beast’s pseudoknot. The irregular impressions of Irki and Rotom’s bodies were squeezed down by the powerful twitches than ran through the beast’s abdomen, until with one final, titanic clench of scaled flesh beneath Nass’s feet, the bulge of their bodies flattened out into smooth, swollen lumps beneath the dragon’s shaft, while Nass mindlessly continued to lap and squeeze over the flesh that had devoured his peers, blindly helping to release their gurgled remains with his eager ministration to the musky pillar.

Kaldakaczil’s frame flexed with lust as his golden eyes opened again, spotting the last treat on his menu as his nuts gave a visible flex through his abdominal scales, sending pints of dragon spunk sloshing from his tip to splatter across his scales. His tongue lapped over his scaled lips as he eyed the orange kobold, watching his face daze lovingly up at that cock head - orange scales and once fine silks absolutely smothered in the dragon’s copious fluids. The dragon’s ravenous gut rumbled, mingling with the noise of its owner’s lustful growls, announcing the beast’s intention as his torso rolled forward, propped up by his great wings and forelegs. The shift in the flesh beneath him almost caused the poor, slick kobold to slip, if it wasn’t for his longing grip on the ridges along the dragon’s prick. Not that he would have been absent from that cock for long, as the beast’s giant tongue soon came to ‘support’ the lustful lizard whimpering at the base of his dick.

The gold dragon’s breath went practically unnoticed by Nass, so blinded by dragon scent and smothered in its fluid, even as little ripples washed through the viscous strands and splotches smothering his scales. Even that thick, muscled tongue rolling around his thighs and lapping up the taste of kobold scale and dragon spunk only brought a mindless reflex, pushing the kobold to prop himself up as high as he could on the thick mast of dragon cock. The little koblold’s eyes kept closed, allowing the sticky strands of dripping dragon spunk to splatter freely over his face, keeping him blind from the opening maw of the dragon above him and that fat cock. The tongue lapping at the dick’s base curled over the black tool with familiar adoration, squeezing where the ridges were most sensitive, and coincidentally pressed Nass against the object of his adoration as the muscle wrapped around him.

The beast’s lips finally came in to wrap around his own cock, tongue flexing and squeezing over the flesh with countless decades of experience, while the orange reptile’s body became trapped behind dragon lips and teeth, slowly squeezed up along that prick by the flexing of the dragon’s tongue, and the firm suckle of the dragon’s maw working over his own cock. Nass’ mind bordered on a moment of clarity as he felt his body squeezed over the tip of that prick, feeling the fountain of bubbling dragon essence paint over his face and torso when it brushed over wet scales. But such fleeting lucidity fell back into the abyss of dragon-induced lust as he felt the fat base of that tongue push against his face and help kick his body towards the waiting gullet in front of him. With a stupefied expression, the orange kobold smiled and reached forward for the welcoming throat ahead of him, the heat of the dragon’s cock throbbing hotly against his thighs as his face finally breached the border between maw and throat, allowing the powerful muscles along the dragon’s long neck to take hold of the small reptile and tug him down into those depths.

The impression of Nass’ body down the gold’s neck moved with the aid of the dragon’s slurping head, the flexing of neck muscles helping to squeeze him up along the curve of the creature’s esophagus, before finally the downward slope of the dragon’s neck began to swallow him down with the help of gravity. Just in time for the dragon’s experienced tongue to finally coax his overfilled nuts to release. A low, lustful snarl rolled from the great gold’s chest as the anticipation building within his giant frame was finally released, however muffled it might have been against his own loins! The swollen impressions of his internal nuts squeezed and flesh, visibly shrinking with every powerful clench of those muscles, whilst the beast’s gigantic shaft flexed in titanic sputters, launching gallons upon gallons of hot, boiling dragon cum down Kaldakaczil’s own throat. The utterly boiled remains of kobold, metal, and silks, ground down into musky dragonbatter, splattered against the walls of the dragon’s throat, before being milked down by the waiting muscles. The torrent of dragon seed caught up to the slowly descending Nass, helping to wash him down as the wave of cum washed over his body, pushing him down into the very depths of his patron’s body.

With a surge, the orange kobold was pressed through the final passage of that neck and dumped into the waiting vat of the dragon’s stomach. A powerful hiss reached his ears as the torrent of dragon seed spilling out above him splashed into the lake of dragon stomach acid that caught his body. The waterfall of jizz falling down upon him mixed against the unseen chyme in long swirls. The little free space within that stomach quickly filled with the extra fluid, cutting off any hope for the kobold’s lungs to breathe, while the weight and force of the swallowed climax sent the orange kobold spiraling down into the depths of the dragon’s stomach, his body sliding over the slick walls surrounding him as he was carried along by the acidic currents.

For a moment, the kobold’s body shot to try and overcome the force pulling him down, body reaching to swim for what it mistakenly believed was ‘up’, even as dragon’s stomach acids began to sizzle against his durable scales. But Nass’ arm didn’t make it one stroke, yet alone two, before the dumbstruck contentedness brought on by the dragon’s pheromones put an end to such desperate plans of escape, and instead allowed himself to float down with the push of those fluids, until finally he came to settle at the bottom of that gut, oblivious to his predicament at his shaft flexed dryly in the vat of acids - apparently having long emptied his seed grinding against the dragon’s cock for all those minutes.

The digesting kobold’s body stirred, however, when he felt the familiar warmth of his peers around them… a low rumble rolling from his lidded eyes as he felt the consumed souls of Tuvlo, Irki, and Rotom press in against his failing flesh. A low huff, and his lips parted, allowing Kaldakaczil’s stomach to speedily finish its task with him, as his soul eased itself from his consumed flesh, and found itself embedded with his friends within the great beast’s spirit… The raw power and majesty of the true dragon’s soul washed over the four departed kobolds, their spirits kept from passing on thanks to the dragon’s gullet, allowing for their soothed spirits to bask in the their patron’s essence. Even as Nass’ body washed away into the vat of the beast’s stomach, left to stew for the day with the remains of his friends, before the slurry of protein and acid would be swept down into the dragon’s body to fuel the elemental furnace beating within the creature’s heart.

Karch’trel watched as the last of his acolytes was swallowed down to the dragon’s stomach, along with the digested remains of the other two being squeezed from those nuts. All four kobolds, with the help of a few extra gallons of the creature’s seed, was finally enough to leave an impression within the beast’s stomach, a subtle bulge that would satiate the dragon’s hunger for all of a day. His throat swallowed, his jaw clenched, as mindlessly between his hips his kobold prick was as hard as a rock, dripping unnoticed spunk onto the floors of his master’s den. Even from the border of Kaldakaczil’s lair, the scents and sights of his patron and teacher feasting upon his offerings threatened to lull the elder kobold into the same stupefied daze as his acolytes - only the years of training and willpower he had accumulated over the years of tutelage beneath the dragon, and the spark of dragon essence granted to him by the beast, kept his wits about him.

He kept quiet as the dragon basked in the afterglow of his release, watching as the creature’s tongue lapped over the canon of that cock, thick strands of discarded jizz washing over the male’s golden scales or seeping into the treasure pile that was the beast’s bed - helping to strengthen the scent of dragon that would ward over the hoard. It was only as Kaldakaczil finally turned to settle on all fours again, albeit in a content lounge over the mountain of gold coins and gems, that he finally speak… Choosing to remain distant and trusting in the creature’s keen hearing to pick up his words. “You seemed awfully… affectionate… towards little Tuvlo, master.”

The gold’s lips pulled back into a smile, the comment prompting his tongue to reflexively lick over his lips remembering the black’s taste, just as he felt the four little kobolds’ souls bask within his spirit. “His bashfulness was quite… endearing. He reminds me of a green kobold when he first took this right, all those years ago,” the great beast’s chest rumbled with a soft chuckle, as those eyes looked over the sorcerer keeping his distance.

There was a bashful chuckle from Karch’s chest as he recalled the day, nearly over a decade ago, when he got to become one with the dragon. The feeling of that day carried with him ever since then, not just in the euphoric experience which still haunted his dreams, but in the drop of draconic spirit imparted to him, as it was being imparted to the four as they became one with his spirit now. Since then, and many nudges from his mentor, the sorcerer had become more confident, with his powers and with his personality. “I take it I should bring him with me if we’re ever in need of… instruction?” Karch practically purred, eyeing the dragon’s retreating cock with barely constrained lust within his eyes.

“But more importantly… how long will you be keeping our newest acolytes, before they are free to continue their training?” he rumbled, forcing himself away from the object that haunted his mind, and instead grinned towards the great beast. There were things to do, duties to arrange… Today was not his day to enjoy the great dragon’s lusts regardless, and there were more than enough eager reptiles within the warrens for him to quickly slake his lusts with before returning to the task at hand.

The gold ruminated on that thought… Thinking it over as his head leaned down to rest over his hoard, letting his mind drift onto the sensation of the four kobold youths dazing within his soul, how protective his spirit felt over the charge as his wings came down to drape over his being. “I may require a touch longer than normal to bless these four…” he spoke, eyes closing to slumber with his satisfaction. “They will be brought back within the week to learn of their new duties as proper sorcerers.”

The dusty green scaled elder gave a knowing grin, but didn’t speak onto his true suspicions for the extra days to bless the spirits of his charges with that essence. Instead, he gave a soft rumble, bowing his head to the great gold, before turning to leave before his lust got the better of his senses… Still, he couldn’t help but flick his tail on his way out, leaving the great gold with the sight of that familiar lizard butt moving underneath the sway of that tail. “As you wish, great one~”