"No, I can't sell you a sword," the dragon blacksmith growled and crossed his sooty, leather-gloved arms as he leaned against the brick wall of his forge.

"B-but, you haven't even thought about it for a second! You're a blacksmith! Making and selling swords is your business, so why won't you make one for me?" Pip complained, jamming his paws into his emerald hips. The kobold's tail whipped around angrily as he pierced the bulky figure before him with a deadly glare, unfazed by the fact that the dragon was twice his size and packed with muscle.

The blacksmith rolled his eyes and snorted, a fiery flicker escaping from his crimson muzzle. "Well, because I don't know you, pipsqueak. You could be an escapee for all I know, and your... attire doesn't make me believe that you have the means to purchase one of my swords."

"You only say that because I'm a kobold, don't you? And besides, what's wrong with my outfit?" Pip huffed.

The dragon dropped down on one knee and traced the outline of the green kobold's bare, cream-colored belly with a clawed finger. "You wear nothing but an oversized belt and a tattered loincloth, you know? I can even see your dick peeking out. So tell me, what does someone like you even plan to do with a sword?"

"That's none of your business," the kobold asserted and turned away his stubby nose.

"In that case, I most definitely won't sell you a sword," the craftsman muttered and got back up, turning around with a shrug. "No coins and no explanation means no service."

"Hey, we never even got to the money yet! And what do you care about my plans if I pay you extra, no questions asked? Just wait until you see my riches~" Pip smirked and pulled a bag of coins from his belt, making the content clink and clatter with a shake.

The tinkling made the blacksmith perk up in surprise, and he stopped in his tracks, his scaly, horned tail curling into a spiral. "Ah well, if you insist. I'd rather not ask where the money comes from, but the extra discretion won't come cheap," he stated and turned back to the grinning kobold, holding out his open hand. "Please, show me your budget, kobold."

"Here." Pip untied the bag, turned it over, and poured a few pieces of unminted bronze and copper as well as three big, sparkling gold coins into the dragon's broad, clawed hand.

Silence reigned for a moment as the blacksmith stared at the small pile of coins, his expression wavering between bewilderment and amusement. Then he looked at the kobold and raised a brow, biting his tongue not to burst into laughter.

"So, what do I get for three gold coins?" Pip chirped confidently, unfazed by the dragon's reaction.

With a big grin on his muzzle, the craftsman got up and briefly disappeared inside the back of his workshop, only to return with a small butter knife, the blunt piece of steel almost fully concealed in his large hand. 

"Huh, what's that for?" the kobold wondered and pointed at the dull object.

The blacksmith gently took one of Pip's paws and placed the knife in his grip, declaring with a snicker, "That's your sword."

"Wait, what? A butter knife for three gold coins? That's extortion!"

"You seem to be confused about the currency. Those aren't pure gold coins; those are drachmas, and they are only gold-plated. With that in mind, I'm offering you a pretty good deal if you were looking for good cutlery," the crimson dragon snorted and plucked the knife out of Pip's paw, putting it into one of his leather apron's many pockets. "Jokes aside, there's literally nothing else in my forge you could afford with just three drachmas, so why don't you take them somewhere else and let me get on with my business, will you?"

But Pip wasn't even thinking of leaving yet. "How much for that one?" he squeaked and pointed at a massive steel longsword on one of the weapon racks.

"A dozen solaris, that is one thousand two hundred drachmas," the dragon replied without batting an eye. "That's four hundred times your current wealth, and you wouldn't be able to lift that beauty anyway."

"Fuck, that's expensive! Any way I could get a discount?" Pip wondered, casually sliding aside his loincloth.

The blacksmith licked his lips at the offer and gave the kobold a meaningful look, his green eyes brushing over his plump, peach-colored penis and his scaly, emerald-green rump. For a moment, it seemed like there was a chance to settle things the kobold way, but before Pip could get up his hopes, the dragon shot down that option as well. "You've got a pretty muzzle, a nice, firm ass, and a really juicy cock, but it's still not worth any of my weapons," he assessed and shook his head. "However, your stubbornness has made me curious. Maybe if you'd finally tell me why you need a sword, we could arrange something?"

The kobold nervously cocked his head and shot the burly blacksmith a wary glance before finally walking up to him and whispering into his ear, "Alright, then, I'll tell you. I want to become an adventurer, and every adventurer needs a sword to fend for themselves. That's why I want a sword."

"Well, I think I've heard that story before," the craftsman snorted, rolling his eyes back into his head. "In fact, if I had a drachma for each of them, I'd have enough to buy that longsword by now. So please, tell me, what makes a ragged kobold like you an adventurer worth investing in?"

The kobold huffed and indignantly tapped his tail on the stone floor before he relented with a sigh. As expected, another one laughed at his dream. However, he actually had a plan to back it up. After looking around and checking the workshop for prying eyes and ears, he revealed, "I've heard there's a bandit camp a few miles east of town and their loot is up for grabs. I want to pay them a visit and lift some of it."

"You know that you won't stand a chance against a bunch of battle-hardened bandits? They're gonna cut you into a thousand pieces before you can even poke one of them."

"Well, that's the trick. If everything goes to plan, they won't even see me while I nick their stuff," Pip snickered and playfully stuck out his tongue.

"If you say so, but why should I believe that your plan will succeed? Again, I know nothing about you, pipsqueak. I don't even know your name."

The kobold's grin broadened, and his tail flicked back and forth with impish joy as he held out his left paw, presenting a heavy steel hammer to the blacksmith.

The dragon's jaw dropped, and he hastily reached for his tool belt, only to find a void where his forging hammer was supposed to be. It didn't take a genius to connect the dots, but despite the blatant thievery, the bulky male didn't get upset. "I'm impressed by your boldness. I knew kobolds were born thieves, but how did you nick that hammer without me noticing? It's so damn heavy and clunky..."

"Sometimes, three fake gold coins are distraction enough," Pip purred. "And the name's Pip, by the way." Then, he lifted his long tail and curled the tapered end around the hammer grip, whirling it around a couple of times before returning it to the belt he had nicked it from.

The slinky kobold's demonstration left the blacksmith speechless, and he scratched his horns in awe. Then, the cogs in his head started turning and grinding, until finally, his face lit up with a winning smile. "I'd better not ask how you got those skills, but consider me impressed. So, you want to infiltrate the Thunderfalls bandit encampment, correct?"

"Uhhh, yeah, I think that's the one," Pip nodded. "Have I impressed you enough? Do I get a sword now?"

"Not so fast, Pip. You have, indeed, impressed me, but I don't think a sword alone will suffice," the blacksmith curbed the kobold's enthusiasm. Getting down on one knee, he put a hand on Pip's shoulder and pulled him closer to his scaly red muzzle, blowing a breath of scorching air over his stubby green snout as he spoke, "Tell me, what do you do if you have to fight anyways? What do you do if they go for your soft, delicate scales or that juicy weak spot between your legs? And even if you get your bounty, how would you sell it? Who would be desperate enough to take gems and gold from a shady, ragged kobold?"

"I mean, fighting is exactly what the sword is for. And can't I just go to the market and pay the merchants with the gold?" Pip wondered.

The objection elicited a ringing, fiery laugh from the crimson dragon. "I'd love to see you try. Don't you think your riches would raise a few eyebrows and the suspicion of law enforcement?" he chuckled and wiped a tear out of his eye. "No, you'd still get in a bunch of trouble even if you managed to steal from the bandits. Luckily, I've got a better solution: I'll make you a short sword, fit you a leather gambeson, a steel codpiece, and get a decommissioned crossbow from the guards. That should give you the edge you need to survive the wilds."

"Wow, you even want to get me armor?" the kobold gasped. "What's the catch? What do I have to pay?"

"Well, in exchange for the equipment, I reserve the right to process and manage your bounty, and I'll keep half of your earnings," the blacksmith declared with a toothy grin. Then, he removed his rugged, sooty gloves and slipped a hand onto Pip's butt. "Furthermore, I call dibs on that delicious ass. You may pay that part in advance~ So, do we have ourselves a deal, Pip?"

A lewd shiver raced through the kobold as the dragon groped his rear, slipping a finger between his scaly buttocks and prodding his tailhole as if the deal was sealed already. However, at the prospect of getting staffed out with weapons and armor, Pip didn't resist the wanton touch and playfully coiled his tail around the blacksmith's arm. It wouldn't be the first time he serviced a dragon, but this time, there waited a greater reward than a bite of bread or a pawful of copper coins. This time, fate had granted him a sponsor... if the crimson behemoth kept his word. "It's a deal. You get me equipment; I get you loot," he declared and held out his paw.

"That's what I like to hear," the craftsman growled, but instead of shaking the offered paw, he reached for the kobold's battered loincloth and ripped it off his body, tearing the fabric with his claws.

"Hey, my outfit!"

"Don't worry, I'll make you something better to protect your juicy bits soon~" the blacksmith cooed and discarded the ruined scrap of fabric. Then, he tenderly wrapped his hand around the kobold's fat, smooth cock and weighed it with an appreciative grin. Already half-hard from the excitement, it swiftly swelled to full size in his grip.

Pip had no more comments or objections when his partner began to stroke his schlong, and he offered a squeaky moan instead as the towering male squeezed his erection and peeled back his supple foreskin. Eagerly, he leaned into the grip, braced his paws against the blacksmith's leather apron, and coiled his tail around that trunk of a leg.

"You may call me Thalis by the way," the dragon hummed, letting go of Pip's dick to wrap his massive, sweaty hands around the kobold's emerald thighs. Without warning, he picked him off the plastered forge floor and lifted him over his head to admire his bouncing cock and drooping balls from up close.

The kobold squirmed and gasped as the hulking male hoisted him up. He reflexively curled his paws around the dragon's thick fingers, but he wouldn't have managed to loosen his vice grip even if his life depended on it. Fortunately, he didn't need to because he seemed to be in good hands. His golden eyes latched onto the blacksmith's chiseled muzzle, and he watched with bated breath as it inched toward his hooded tip.

A gust of hot air washed over Pip's cock as Thalis sampled his scent with flaring nostrils, and a gasp escaped him as the brawny male ejected a thick, ribbed tongue from his toothy, scorching maw. The tip of the prehensile muscle briefly brushed against the kobold's glans, collecting the single bead of pre that rested atop it before it slithered deeper underneath his long, stretchy foreskin, swiping and circling around his sensitive glans to make him squeak with delight.

The blacksmith mirrored Pip's joy, and he grunted with lewd satisfaction as he savored the kobold's aroma, his green eyes sparkling with desire as he cleaned and soaked the glans with his hot spit. And once he had peeled back all of Pip's sensitive foreskin, he paused and placed a chaste kiss onto the pulsing tip, "You taste as good as you look, pipsqueak~"

Of course, the dragon wasn't satisfied yet. The moment he stopped talking, his long tongue shot back out of its cave and slithered around the kobold's whole penis, from the glans to the shaft before it constricted and dug its fleshy hooks deep into the soft, sensitive flesh.

Pip moaned and writhed with pleasure as the tongue's embrace tightened even more. Then, his partner suddenly plunged his entire muzzle forward and swallowed his entire cock, burying his twitching, dripping shaft deep inside his wet, scorching furnace of a maw. A cry of utter bliss burst from the kobold's lips, and his tongue flopped out of his tongue as his face melted into an ecstatic smile.

The waves of delight grew even higher as the blacksmith began to suck Pip off with firm licks and slurps, wrapping his ribbed muscle and tight gums around his fat cock again and again. The kobold mewled and moaned furiously, his entire body vibrating with desire, and as his lust took control, he deisred more. Bending forward, Pip clutched his partner's curled ebony horns and wrapped his tail around his sturdy, muscular arm, desperately trying to thrust his dick even deeper. If Thalis hadn't held him so tightly, the kobold would've started fucking his face and burying the last few inches in his hot maw, dragon or not.

Thankfully, the blacksmith was prepared to deal with Pip's desperation, and he gave him what he craved, sliding his muzzle even further onto the slinky male's thick, long cock and deep-throating him with a soft gag.

The kobold went cross-eyed and yowled as his penis slid down Thalis's snug throat. The storm of sensations became more intense when the burly male swallowed, squeezing and constricting his swollen flesh with true draconic force. Pip curled his toes and fingers as the tension in his chest skyrocketed. His orgasm was closing in fast, but just when he was about to burst, the blacksmith suddenly uncoiled his tongue and pulled away from his dick with a wet slurp. 

"H-hey! I was so close," Pip whined, his glistening cock throbbing and tensing violently, but not a single drop of cum escaped his aching rod.

"You cum when I want you to." Thalis growled playfully and licked his lips, watching the near-orgasm with a grin. Of course, his teasing wouldn't stop there, and he devoted his attention to the kobold's plump, cream-colored nutsack next. He maneuvered his snout between Pip's thighs and nuzzled the small male's smooth, sweaty orbs, inhaling his smell with deep huffs and a rumbling growl. "I must admit, no matter how impractical these things are, they are a lot of fun to play with. To squeeze them..." He wrapped his hand around the dangling sack, kneading and tugging them with enough force that Pip winced and whined.

"Fuck, not so rough..."

The dragon loosened his grip with a grin and gave the kobold's fat orbs a gentle, apologetic kiss. "Or to cherish them before swallowing them whole~"

"Wait, what? Swallowing them who-ooooh~" Another fat moan burst from the kobold's muzzle as the dragon slung his slender tongue around his balls and dragged them deep into his tight maw, bathing and soaking them with hot spit. Then he started sucking on them vigorously, squeezing and compressing the bloated sack between his tongue and gums to push his squirming partner back to the edge of ecstasy.

But once again, the blissful pop failed to materialize when Thalis abruptly slipped away, leaving another part of Pip aching with need and dripping with spit.

Unwilling to wait any longer for sweet relief, the kobold decided to take matters into his own paws and grabbed his erection. A few more pumps, and he would finally cum, but before he could move his fingers even just an inch, the dragon grabbed his wrist and yanked it away. "Hey, don't you dare touch yourself! I'll make you cum soon enough~" he hummed and gave Pip's pulsing glans another fleeting kiss. "There's a sword's at stake, you know?"

The kobold nodded with a whimper, biting his lips and clenching his paws as he fought the urge to rub one out. Hopefully, the dragon would keep his word and not edge him again. But for now, he would comply. His entire future was at stake, after all.

Next, the dragon's muzzle slipped under Pip's tush, and his eager tongue soon found a new target, slithering and sliding against the kobold's tight cream pucker. He circled the clenching orifice a few times, lubing the outer entrance with ample saliva while he savored another batch of the kobold's flavor.

Pip moaned and wiggled as the dragon's slick tongue, and hot breath washed over his asshole, curling and spreading his toes and fingers as the pleasure kept mounting. Relief was so close! He just needed one more push!

Thalis was more than eager to provide that push. Once the supple ring was shining from the spit bath, he paused for a second, waiting for it to recover from another clench before he slammed his slender tongue into the narrow opening and forced it inside the slinky male, not stopping until half of his muscle was buried inside Pip's ass.

The kobold's voice faltered, and his movement ceased altogether as the blacksmith rammed his organ inside him with relentless might. The sudden assault on his senses was too much for him and his brain blanked for a moment, but as soon as the thick muscle began to writhe and wriggle inside him, his senses returned and he howled with pleasure.

At first, Thalis merely explored the kobold's snug rectum with his tongue, rubbing and grinding it against the hot, slick walls to make Pip sing. However, once he discovered the moaning male's pleasure bulb, the spot that made him squeal and scream the loudest and lewdest, he switched modes and began to drill him with his ribbed organ.

The dragon's vigorous tongue-fucking and the added stimulation from all those hooks and nubs finally made Pip pop. The pent-up tension snapped and unraveled, flooding his brain with a flash of orgasmic bliss. He reared up, threw back his head, and howled in ecstasy as he exploded with a tremendous climax. His nuts tightened in a frenzy, and rope after rope of thick, creamy seed burst out of his tensing, flailing cock, arching through the forge and painting the dragon's head and his own torso a milky white.

As soon as the orgasm seized Pip, Thalis drove his fat tongue even deeper into his clenching asshole, slurping his insides while he was the most sensitive and milking his prostate from every last drop of cum. He also didn't mind that much of Pip's gooey, voluminous eruption landed on his scales, basking in the spreading sticky warmth with deep grunts and groans.

Despite the dragon's added affection, Pip's orgasm eventually tapered off and relinquished its grip on his mind, dropping him out of lewd heaven and back into the sooty, stuffy forge. However, that couldn't dampen his mood in the slightest, and a huge, satisfied grin rested on his muzzle as he savored the afterglow of one of his best orgasms ever. "Wow, that was ama-aaaah~"

A shaky squeal interrupted the kobold's comment as the blacksmith pulled his tongue out of his ass. "Happy you had your fun, pipsqueak," the bulky male snickered and wiped a strand of cum off his horns, licking it off the back of his hand with a satisfied grunt. "And I'd be lying if I said I didn't. You're the tastiest kobold I've met, and you slutty squirts are always so messy and productive~ But enough of that. This was only the appetizer, and I need more." With a dirty laugh, he carried the floppy, stupidly grinning kobold over to his anvil and slapped him onto the center of the vast, cold slab of steel.

The rather crude treatment jolted Pip right out of his daze, but he didn't mind the roughness, as it heralded even more fun. He vibrated with lewd excitement, wagging his tail in a flurry as the blacksmith stepped back and started to strip his work attire. The brawny dragon slipped his hands behind his back, untied his wide apron, and slowly pulled it over his head, dazzling the kobold with a pair of massive, glistening pecs and a soft, round belly. Not only did he look he strong enough to tear trees out of the ground, but he also looked well-fed and surprisingly cuddly with that chubby midriff among all the sweaty, bulging muscles.

Thalis chuckled as he saw that Pip's erection had risen back to full mast, and he proudly flexed his muscles, making the kobold swoon even more. "Do you like what you see, pipsqueak?"

Pip nodded with a deep blush on his face and huffed with arousal. Somehow, the forge was getting even stuffier and hotter right now.

"Then you'll love to see what I can do with this," the blacksmith purred and slipped his hands onto his belt, guiding Pip's attention down to his crotch. His bulging pants looked promising already, and the kobold squeaked with glee as the scaly hunk pulled them down to unveil his slender pink member. Sprouting from a slit in the dragon's pubic scales, it wasn't actually any longer or thicker than Pip's cock, but it offered a few perks a basic kobold penis didn't. Since it tapered to a point, it was much easier to bury inside a snug ass than Pip's blunt tool, and the fleshy hooks lining the throbbing, sweaty meat from tip to base promised a ride unlike any other.

Thalis approached the kobold with a wink and wrapped his hands around his legs, but before claiming his taut, scaly butt, he teased Pip a little more. "You really want to have it inside you, don't you? Here, have a taste before I shove it up your slutty ass," he cooed and shoved his ribbed cock into Pip's face, rubbing and smearing his hot, sticky pre and sweat all over his nose and muzzle.

The dragon's intoxicating musk made the kobold moan and drool, his body and mind yielding to the smell and presence of the superior male. He instinctively spread his legs and dropped his tail to present himself for mating. And while the blacksmith was still grinding his meat against his face, he also took the opportunity to stick out his tongue and lick that tantalizing cock, brushing and coiling his slender, wet muscle around the throbbing erection. Its tangy taste swiftly infused the little male's muzzle and brain with even greater desire, and he whimpered, "Oh, so good. So delicious. But please, I can't take it any longer. I need more! Fuck me!"

"Well, since you're asking so nicely," the dragon grunted and pulled back his cock, dragging it across Pip's entire belly, along his fat erection, and over his sack before he finally prodded it against his spit-lubed anus. Then, he bent over the trembling green kobold and wrapped his huge, sweaty hands around him, one around his chest and the other around his waist. "The iron's hot and ready to strike~" With the last word, the blacksmith thrust his hips forward and shoved his ribbed dick inside Pip.

The kobold squealed as the draconic member plunged into his tight depths and stretched him wide open. The initial shove was anything but smooth, as every hook and nub on the dragon's erection got caught on his sensitive ring, tugging on it a bit before abruptly slipping off, again and again, to set off a crackling firework of stimulation. Each time, Pip reflexively cinched his asshole around the ribbed invader, and although his attempts wouldn't slow the penetration, they exacerbated his pleasure and made him howl even louder.

For the sturdy blacksmith, the kobold's tightness wasn't anything more than a minor hindrance, which he easily overcame with bulging muscles and a gruff grunt. Not slowing once, he stuffed every last inch of his cock into the moaning kobold and claimed the final inch with a blazing roar. "Fuck, you're tight, slut! Keep clenching and howling like this, and I'll give you a nice, hot stuffing in no time~" Then, he bent over Pip and playfully tweaked his right nipple before he yanked out his dick, and started to pound him properly.

The little male squirmed and squeaked as his body and mind were flooded by a flurry of sensations. The dragon's intense natural body heat was making him sweat, and his ribbed penis and vigorous thrusts were straightening and stirring his guts. Sure, Thalis's cock wasn't the first nor biggest Pip had taken, but no amount of experience and repetition could strip a dragon's cock and fervor of their exhilarating appeal, and his location made it even more exciting. There was something special about how the blacksmith hammered his ass on the anvil with fiery growls and bulging muscles as if he was handling a glowing piece of steel fresh from the furnace. How he pushed the kobold's insides to its limits, rubbed and ground against his prostate, and bulged his taut belly that made every fuck as thrilling as the first.

As the minutes passed, the towering dragon's presence, his intoxicating scent, resounding growls, and relentless rutting triggered Pip's natural submissiveness. His snug insides yielded to the bigger, stronger male and his mind surrendered to the onrush of depraved thoughts and desires. With every thrust, the hunky blacksmith's dick made him crave more. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" he begged and began to imagine being fucked and used by Thalis every day, sucking him off, worshiping his sweaty ass, belly, and muscles, and serving him like the slutty kobold he was.

Thalis looked down at Pip and pierced him with a lusty glare, reading his horny mind like an open book. "You love me using your tight ass, don't you? Can't get enough of it?"

Pip moaned with half-lidded eyes and nodded, sliding and coiling his tail around the dragon's sturdy leg as if he never wanted to let him go.

"And you want even more, don't you, you greedy little kobold?" Thalis asked with a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, moving his muzzle closer to Pip's open maw, close enough that his heated breath washed over the kobold's scales.

Pip nodded even harder, parting his lips in anticipation of a kiss, but instead, the blacksmith spat right into his maw, filling his muzzle with his hot saliva. "Here, you needy slut."

The kobold's reaction was as immediate as it was natural. He swallowed the dragon spit with a reflexive gulp, and while the warm gift still ran down his throat, he arched back, every muscle and fiber of his body tensing up as he erupted with a desperate moan of bliss. The image of Thalis's hunky frame and chiseled, horned face was the last thing on his mind before a rush of orgasmic pleasure carried him beyond happiness. His asshole and insides clenched around the dragon's ribbed schlong. His nuts tightened, and he ejaculated a volley of milky, gooey semen all over his chest and belly, painting his emerald and cream scales with a unifying layer of sticky white.

The vigorous cock massage hit the blacksmith at just the right time. "Shit, I'm close! Keep clenching, pipsqueak!" he roared, breathing a huge flash of fire across the forge as he rammed his schlong inside the kobold one last time.

Pip screamed when Thalis's ribbed rod suddenly fattened and tensed inside him, its hooks digging deep into his supple, sensitive flesh. The added pleasure and pain added to the overwhelming storm of bliss in his brain, propelling his orgasm to even greater heights as the burly dragon pumped his first squirt of thick, hot cum inside him. Spurt by spurt, the gooey warmth spread through him, filling and coating every nook and cranny, every bend and corner, and the eruption didn't stop even when the kobold's guts were full. The pumping and pulsing continued, the unabated flow of semen making his entire belly rise like a hot bun in the oven.

Only once Pip's belly had grown into a round, bloated dome, sloshing and groaning from the intense stuffing, the dragon's orgasm finally faded, and his output lessened. With it, his girth and spikes went down as well, slowly releasing the kobold's worn insides and lust-wrecked mind from its influence, allowing his orgasm to soften as well. As the thrilling high tapered off, all strength left Pip's limbs, and he collapsed onto the anvil with a contented sigh.

Thalis gave the kobold a gentle clap on the cheek before he pulled out, stirring the male's oversensitive insides and making him squeal and shiver one more time before his dick popped out of his loose, dripping asshole. "Hot damn, that was a blast! I've never fucked a kobold this tight, noisy, and slutty. You really know how to get a dragon going."

"And you didn't hold back at all. Fuck, I'm so spent," Pip groaned and wiped a strand of cum off his face. "But now you're gonna make my sword?"

Much to the kobold's dismay, the blacksmith chuckled and shook his head. His expression slipped, but before he could complain about the utter betrayal, Thalis placed a finger onto Pip's muzzle and whispered, "It takes a little more time to forge a sword than you might think, and there's other stuff I need to deal with first. I've already wasted enough time with you, and I still need to do some polishing today, so get your cute butt off my anvil and come back in... let's say two days."

Pip sighed. He wanted to believe the burly blacksmith, but now that the sweet, fiery delight was gone, disappointment and doubt spread through him. Of course, making things takes time, but he also had to find a way to get through those two days. Since his gold coins apparently had almost no worth, a stay at the inn with a bed and food would probably exceed his budget, and stealing would get him caught and locked up again. Besides, he was now butt naked and leaking cum from his gaping asshole, and he didn't even have a single loincloth to conceal his bits. In short, he needed money, clothing, and a stay, and looking at the cluttered forge, an idea grew in his brain. "Ummm, say, could you use a helping paw around the forge? Because, you know, I'm basically broke..."

"Usually, I don't need or want any help when I'm busy in the forge, but since our deal basically makes us business partners, I think I let you stay anyway until I got your stuff done. Besides, there are some other ways you could make yourself useful." With a smirk, the dragon crouched over the anvil and hovered his huge scaly ass over the kobold's face. "Ready to earn your stay, Pip?"

The blacksmith didn't have to ask Pip twice. "Gladly, Thalis," he squeaked and eagerly opened his muzzle.

Not a moment later, the blacksmith lowered his rump and sat down on the kobold's face with a warm sigh, pinning him down on the firm steel and burying his head between his hot, sweaty ass cheeks.

For just a moment, Pip was taken aback by the dragon's intense scent. A single breath was enough to flush his nose, lungs, and brain with an intoxicating concoction of masculine musk, hot sweat, and draconic pheromones, making him rock hard in seconds while he whined and whimpered with a desperate hunger for more. And without another thought, he slipped his tongue out of his muzzle and swept it around Thalis's tight, sweaty asshole, licking and slurping it with needy squeaks.

The thorough tongue bath drew a throaty groan from the heavy dragon, and his whole burly frame shook with delight as the kobold delved even deeper inside his ass. "Good boy~ Keep it up," he grunted and leaned forward, grabbing a whetstone and a dull blade from the workbench to begin sharpening it. His massive red tail coiled tightly around Pip's appendage, holding it in a tender embrace as he continued with business as usual.

Pip, however, succumbed more and more to the heavy flavors of his benefactor's ass, licking and tonguing the tight ring and hot insides with devoted huffs and slurps. All in all, he wasn't too unhappy about how his situation had turned out, and as long as Thalis allowed him to stay, he could wait a little longer for his sword and outfit. After all, his adventures weren't going to disappear in the meantime; the bandit camp would still exist in a week or so, and until then, he got to pass the time doing what kobolds did best: serving a big, burly dragon.