messing A Dragon's Offering (Now with a Part 2! June 16, 2023)

[PeculiarChangeling]

 

This was fun to write! I haven't really done anything with dragons/other sentient monsters before, so this was a novel departure from my usual fare, and I enjoyed writing a character who fits the definition of "Bad guy and loving it". It's also got some diaper snoofing, if you're into that!

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Boom.
 

The drum beat pounded, signalling that it was time for the sacrifice.
 

Boom.
 

Vorath, the great red dragon of the southern plains, circled above, looking down. He protected these lands from monsters and dangerous outsiders, but only at a price. 
 

Boom.
 

No livestock or game for him today. With fourteen villages to provide, each giving one sacrifice a year, Vorath always ate his fill. But, today, he wasn’t hungry for the flesh of an animal. Today, the offering he’d demanded was a human. 
 

BOOM.
 

The final beat of the drum echoed, and Vorath began his slow, considered descent. He could see his victim far below, tied to a post, almost naked in the midday sun. The villagers who’d brought him out were retreating quickly, abandoning the cart that their sacrifice was tied to, getting out of the way long before Vorath’s landing.
 

They’d learned that when he came for his sacrifice he wouldn’t be cautious. Anyone caught in the crossfire would be in danger. So they fled, quickly. 
 

And they left behind a man. 
 

Vorath landed with a crash like thunder. He could land quietly if he wanted to, but he wanted to make an impression on the sacrifice. 
 

It was just as he’d asked for. A male, young, but old enough to be of mating age, tied hand and foot to a post on a cart, clad in nothing but a thick, white diaper that crinkled as he trembled. As Vorath watched, the padding grew suddenly dark and yellow around the front.
 

The young man was terrified. Vorath flashed a toothy grin, circling around the sacrifice. “Who are you, little human?” 
 

“My-” The human’s voice cracked and squeaked. “My name is Cody Rancher!” 
 

“I did not ask your name, Cody Rancher,” Vorath said, his voice a low bellow. “I asked who you are.”
 

“I-” Cody hesitated. “I am… Um…”
 

“Terrified?” Vorath suggested. His body behind Cody, so that the human could only catch flits of movement in his peripheral vision, he continued, “Helpless? Delicious?” 
 

“I-”
 

Snaking his neck around, Vorath pressed his snout to the front of Cody’s diaper, sniffing in all the terror and sweat that had led to him wetting himself. And there was another scent in there, too. “A virgin?” 
 

“I was chosen as the sacrifice!” Cody yelped. “My- my people needed someone, so that you would protect our lands, and- and… and they picked me. They say the choice was random, but… I don’t think so.”
 

“Why not, little Cody?” Vorath boomed, eyes glinting as he watched Cody whimper and pull away.
 

“Well-” Cody hesitated, swallowed, and realized there was no point in lying. “The… the diaper. I wear them to bed anyways, I don’t think it was a coincidence. They said it was to ‘contain my fear’, but…” 
 

“Does your fear feel contained?” Vorath inquired, moving around and rearing up, wings flapping to show off his full stature. His body and wings completely blocked out the sun, casting Cody in complete shadow. 
 

“Just eat me!” Cody cried. “Eat me and be done with it, please!” 
 

“Oh, Cody,” Vorath chuckled, snaking his head closer to the human, looking the human in the eyes. “I’m not going to make things nearly that quick.” 
 

Cody locked eyes with him, and that was all the connection that Vorath needed to work his ancient magic. A bit of power, a bit of enforcing his own will and desire, and Cody’s fear and willpower buckled. 
 

The front of his diaper tented out, slightly, as the suggested arousal took root in Cody’s mind. He bit his lip and moaned, a little fear still in him, but now it was alloyed with an intense sexual desire. 
 

Vorath pressed his nose into Cody’s diaper again, breathing deeply. Beneath the slight ammonia of pee and the sweat, he could smell the arousal, precum dripping inside the padding as-
 

“Mmmph!” Cody moaned, thrusting his hips forward. Though he had little room to move from his position, bound to the pole with feet tied down and hands behind his back, there was enough room for him to grind the front of his diaper into Vorath’s nose, taking advantage of the one thing he had to get sensation from. 
 

Vorath was momentarily caught off guard, but not unpleasantly so. Moving the ridge of his snout forward to give Cody more room to grind against, he let the human desperately hump through his diaper, looking down at Vorath with a deep blush.
 

Looking up at Cody, Vorath locked eyes with the human once again, and sent a little more compulsion his way. 
 

Cody let out a little grunt of surprise and effort, and his body tensed, muscles tightening, diaper pressed against Vorath’s nose. Vorath could feel the little twitches and movements of Cody’s cock beneath the diaper, but what interested him the most just then was something far more humiliating. 
 

Moaning, Cody began to push out a mess into the seat of his diaper, the smell of arousal and pleasure mixing with foul, earthy muck. He squirmed and thrust himself into Vorath again even as more mess was packed into his diaper, filling it completely while he tried to bring himself to climax.
 

This was the helplessness Vorath wanted to see. Not just a person rendered immobile, but Cody, desperate for pleasure, surrendering his dignity completely to Vorath. 
 

He groaned and rocked his hips forward again, his rapidly-filling diaper smushing into Vorath’s snout with each rocking motion. Each hump, each squish and squelch and thrust of his trembling, padding-clad cock, was accompanied by a helpless noise of pure pleasure and submission from Cody. 
 

Taking another sniff, Vorath knew that Cody’s grinding was seconds away from an orgasm, and he didn’t want this to end so suddenly. Pulling away, he flashed his razor teeth and suddenly snapped forward, eliciting a terrified yell from Cody - but he wasn’t snapping at Cody. Instead, he seized the wooden pillar that Cody was bound to, ripped it free of the cart, and with a flick of his jaws and turn of his neck, tossed the pillar - and Cody - high into the air.
 

Cody screamed, spinning in midair as he flew up in an uncontrolled arc. Before he could come anywhere close to landing, Vorath planted one foot on the cart, smashing it, kicked off from the ground, and flapped his wings, bellowing out a gust of air that made the grass around them fold over as he took to the skies, seizing Cody’s pole in a claw.
 

The human was left dangling by his restraints, upside down, diaper sagging into his body as Vorath soared into the skies, wings flapping to build up speed. He didn’t completely trust the human’s restraints, and he watched to make sure that Cody didn’t suddenly fall, but were that to happen he’d have time to swoop down and catch him. There was no true danger here.
 

Despite Vorath’s safety measures, though, Cody was screaming in terror, hands trying to grab onto something as he was carried through the air. 
 

Smirking, Vorath pulled back, flung Cody up, and let the human do a couple flips in the sky before catching him again, this time with his head upright. 
 

Cody screamed for another couple seconds, but it petered out as they soared. 
 

This was a view not many humans got to see in their life. The whole valley, the fourteen villages of Vorath’s domain, were all visible in the afternoon light. It was a beautiful vista, and until then, Vorath had never had the opportunity to share it with anyone. 
 

They soared for another few minutes, and Cody silently took in the view, until they approached Vorath’s lair; an ancient, half-ruined keep. It had once been occupied by men, built to house dragon riders who’d once roamed these lands, but now it was Vorath’s home. 
 

He swooped in through a gap in the roof, arcing narrowly through a tunnel just to make Cody scream one more time before pulling into the great hall. Vorath’s hoard was here, a modest but sizeable fortune collected over his life.
 

Giving Cody one last toss, Vorath snapped his jaws forward, deftly cutting through the bindings on Cody’s feet. Then he seized the beam and slammed it powerfully down, driving it through the stone tiles on the floor, into the earth below, so deep that Cody’s hands were tied only a foot off the ground and he was pinned down in a lying position.
 

Cody panted for breath. Terror, awe, and desire were all exuding off him in waves, the smell of his sweat, his diaper, his panting breath all mingling to tell a delicious story.
 

“Tell me, Cody, what do you want?” Vorath asked, circling around him. 
 

“I… I thought I was going to die!” Cody whimpered. “I- You- You almost killed me!” 
 

“No harm will come to you, not while you are mine,” Vorath insisted. The tip of his tail moved towards Cody, pressing against the front of his diaper, where an erection was still tenting out the sodden padding. 
 

Cody inhaled sharply and bit his lip, rocking his hips forward, squelching his messy diaper between his thighs as he moaned. 
 

“What do you want?” Vorath repeated. 
 

“I want to cum,” Cody whimpered, biting his lip. 
 

“You do,” Vorath confirmed. “A virgin, and you want your first time to be this? Squirting into your heavy, smelly diapers?” 
 

Cody turned pink, but he nodded from his position on the ground. “Y-yes!” 
 

“Then beg,” Vorath said. “Plead. Show me your desire.”
 

Biting down hard on his lip, Cody squirmed and tried to thrust into his diaper, but there was nothing to grind against. He couldn’t clasp his hands in front of his face to plead, but he strained in his bindings to close them together as he begged with Vorath.
 

“P-please, just let me- I want to cum,” he whimpered. “I want to cum in my diapers, I’ll do anything, just please!” 
 

Vorath smirked, circling around Cody. This was delicious. It was exactly what he’d wanted. Stepping forward, he brushed his snout against Cody’s diaper, eliciting another moan of pleasure and another round of helplessly frustrated thrusting into his diaper. 
 

“Cum for me, little Cody,” Vorath ordered.
 

Cody wriggled and thrust into his diaper again and again, whimpering and straining to find release. His breath grew quicker and quicker, almost hyperventilating in time with the thrusts of his body, the squelches of his diaper into Vorath’s snout.
 

The pace built, and the heat on his face grew, until his whole body went tense and his back arched. He let out a long, sultry moan of pleasure, and a new scent of hot cum was added to the other odors mixed into his diaper.
 

As he squirted into his padding, Vorath breathed in deeply, relishing the smell of victory. Cody was going to work out very, very nicely.
 

The human sacrifice panted and slumped back against the ground, chest heaving as he recovered from the intense orgasm. 
 

“You got what you wanted,” Vorath rumbled, smirking. 
 

Cody nodded, grimacing. “Is that… was… are you going to eat me now?”
 

“Eat you?” Vorath tilted his head curiously, as though surprised by the question. “Cody, I have so many more things planned for you, to simply eat you would be a waste.”
 

“More…” Cody bit his lip, eyes widening. “More… things?” 
 

“It’s so hard for a dragon to find a mate in these times,” Vorath explained, grinning fiercely. “But you’ll do ever so nicely. Your sounds, your smells are simply delicious, and I’ve decided that I’m going to exhaust you with pleasures.”
 

Cody wriggled, wrinkling his nose. With a bit of post-coital clarity, and an assurance that he wasn’t about to be devoured alive, little inconveniences like the stink of a dirty diaper were more noticeable to him.
 

Vorath didn’t care. Cody would come to associate that smell with mind-numbing pleasure before long. Maybe even by the end of the night.
 

“Well then, little Cody,” he said, locking eyes with his human. “Let’s get started again, shall we?”

 

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[Sir Stinkypants]

How wonderfully, fantastically naughty! If only Smaug had been ABDL... Bilbo might have been in real trouble...  

[Sky Hooves]

It's not my kind of theme. Maybe an 18+ Warning for sexual content.

[PeculiarChangeling]

10 hours ago, Sky Hooves said:

It's not my kind of theme. Maybe an 18+ Warning for sexual content.

Most of my writing has sexual content, and all of it's kink content that should be considered 18+. 

[Sky Hooves]

9 hours ago, PeculiarChangeling said:

Most of my writing has sexual content, and all of it's kink content that should be considered 18+. 

Hope you don't understand that as bad critique. It's really well written, just, like I said, not my kind of theme. Would have liked to get a warning beforehand.

[PeculiarChangeling]

Part 2

 

Sweating, panting, Cody ran. His heart pounded in his chest like a ritual drum and his legs burned, but he had to keep going. The dragon would be on him in seconds if he stopped. He would finish this, or he’d fall victim to–(shudder)–a pep talk.

Say what you will about him–Vorath was an excellent personal trainer.

He knew how to keep Cody motivated, how to keep him working–he never overworked Cody, he simply pushed him to his limit, exercising his body without breaking him. And the fact he was a dragon about three times as tall and fifty times the size of Cody meant he could always just tell him to get back to his exercise and Cody would feel the urge to comply.

The running wasn’t so bad. He didn’t mind the lack of other clothes, either; bare skin shed heat better than any shirt he could imagine. Doing squats, now that left Cody drained like nothing else, and glad that he was allowed a fresh diaper with plenty of powder before every day of exercise, lest things start to chafe. Leg lifts, lunges, it all gave Cody the impression that his thighs were going to be important, though he wasn’t yet certain why.

Still, for the day, he was done–a bit sweaty, a bit soggy, but at the point where the workout had energized him rather than exhausting him. If things went the way they had the past few days, Vorath would have him change into a fresh diaper, then resume work on…

Cody wasn’t sure. Some kind of dragon related thing, certainly, but the specifics eluded him.

He’d worked out that they were in an old dragon rider fortress or something, but dragon riders were ancient enough to be stuff of legend. Besides that, Cody could not imagine a world where Vorath decided to make Cody his master. The idea that he would be riding on Vorath’s back, dominant and in charge, just didn’t seem plausible.

Still, Vorath was building a ritual circle for something.

As he walked through the impressively weathered arch separating the practice yard from the inner hall, Cody stretched out his arms and acknowledged his…

His captor? Vorath hadn’t really given him the option of leaving, but Cody also hadn’t asked.

His savior? Cody had been offered up as a sacrifice. Instead, Vorath had offered shelter.

His lover? They’d certainly shared an intimate moment, but that didn’t seem to encompass things either.

There really only seemed one word that encompassed it properly.

His dragon. Nothing else covered the range of emotions Vorath called up–awe, passion, fear, courage, desire. All rolled into one.

Vorath sat where, in a human hall, a throne might have gone, head raised, eyes looking back and forth over the ritual circle they’d been building the past few days. It had taken up most of the dragon’s attention, anything that wasn’t given to laying affection on Cody, and now he seemed fully preoccupied with the construct.

“I’m done with my routine,” Cody said, getting his attention. “Should I change and wash up now?”

Vorath finally looked up, examining Cody for a moment with sharp, intelligent eyes. His mouth quirked up at a corner and he said, “No, remain as you are. I’ve got something I need from below.”

Cody hesitated for a moment, his stride catching. It wasn’t unusual to be sent to retrieve things from the archives beneath the fortress, but Vorath hadn’t denied him the opportunity to change out of his wet diaper before. Something had changed.

“Alright,” Cody said hesitantly. “What is it?”

“An amulet of Peridot,” Vorath explained, “a ring of opal, and a cord as brilliant as gold.”

“Right,” Cody said, taking mental notes. Raising an eyebrow, he added, “Amulet, crown, cord. That’s all?”

“That’s all you need to bring,” Vorath confirmed, blinking slowly. The dragon didn’t nod, Cody had learned–even a slight motion of his head could be intimidating–instead, he simply blinked in affirmation, a gesture that symbolized peace and agreement.

Cody knew Vorath well enough to know the dragon was hiding meaning behind his careful word choice and quiet gesture, but he also knew asking wouldn’t help much. Once Vorath gave an answer, that was final.

So, he turned, walking to the door on the edge of the chamber that led to the archives below.

Had Vorath not initiated him quite so thoroughly, demonstrating through intimacy that he had much greater desires than for a mere manservant, Cody might have thought he’d been brought here purely to run deliveries. There was a great library of treasure downstairs–old books written in forgotten languages, artifacts, ritual equipment–but the staircase was barely wide enough for a normal man to get through. Vorath simply couldn’t fit, and shy of ripping out the entire great hall floor to dig a hole, there was no way for him to access the cache below.

Cody, though, had no trouble squelching down the stone spiral staircase, fetching whatever his dragon demanded.

The amulet he found easily enough on the first shelf, right by the stairs. Inlaid with silvery filigree and marked down with a lot of runes, the amulet itself was dominated by its stone–a peridot the size of his fist, set into a gold ring that held it in place, carved with so many facets it seemed to shine like a star.

For the other two objects, he had to look longer–the opal ring he found hanging on a stand near the back, so thin, flat, and smooth he couldn’t imagine how it had been crafted by mortal hands. A metal disc on the end was the only adornment, held on a ring. When he found the cord a minute later, he would have sworn it was gold, save that the fifty-foot length moved as supplely as a rope made of silk.

Supplies in hand, Cody hesitated before going up the stairs. What was this all for?

The opal ring looked like it could almost be a crown–perhaps it was a circlet? Something that one of the dragon masters of old might have worn?

More and more, it seemed like Vorath had a ritual binding in mind, but again, Cody couldn’t imagine that making sense. Vorath was in charge. All this preparation couldn’t have been done just so the dragon could roll over and show his belly, could it?

Walking back up the staircase, Cody tried to picture himself riding Vorath as a master, as a dragon rider of old–telling the dragon where to go. He just couldn’t see it, even trying to visualize the idea in his head just didn’t work.

He reached the top of the stairs, though, and…

“Uh…” he stammered. “Vorath?”

Laid out in the center of the grand hall was, unmistakable, a diaper. A match for Cody’s, but with far more decoration, wetness indicators that glowed faintly and tapes of silk. It’d also been made with a tail hole in the back, something Cody certainly wouldn’t need.

And, the most obvious difference–the diaper was so large that Cody could have slept on it like a mattress.

“Yes, my little human?” Vorath purred, circling around the ritual circle they’d been building the past couple weeks.

“What’s going on?” Cody asked.

“Binding,” Vorath explained, finally sitting after his third circuit of the space. “Bonding. Becoming. Do you have what I asked for?”

Cody nodded, hurrying to carry it over to his dragon. The cord, the ring, the amulet. “Is that…a diaper for you?”

Vorath confirmed with a subtle blink of his eyes.

Staring at the diaper, at the wide stone circle in the middle of the chamber, at the runes and sigils and golden little artifacts they’d spread out, Cody swallowed. “Am I…supposed to be your master?”

Saying the words, he knew he hated it. Maybe it was most people’s fantasy to dominate a dragon and be a champion of the world, but it just felt wrong. He had no desire to be the one in control with Vorath.

A little puff of smoke escaped the dragon’s nostrils. Vorath rose up onto all fours, spreading his wings, showing off all his splendor and might, but lowering his neck so that his eyes were inches from Cody’s.

“Do I seem ready to submit to a mortal like yourself?” he asked, nostrils flaring. “Even one who smells as satisfying as yourself?

Cody shook his head, stepping back, feeling his bladder release slightly in fear. He could never forget who he was talking to, even if Vorath had never taken action to harm him.

Vorath smirked–the dragon could smell when Cody used his diaper, even if it was already wet. “Enter the center of our circle, my mortal, and I will tell you what you will do.”

Nodding, Cody stepped back obediently, taking shuffling reverse steps until he stood in the middle of the circle, and of the great hall where dragon riders had ruled a millenia prior. His legs bumped against the side of the large dragon diaper, and he nearly tripped. He still held the artifacts he’d been sent to retrieve, though his hands felt slack and he was almost surprised he hadn’t dropped them.

“The amulet,” Vorath instructed, stepping forward. “Place it around my neck.”

It didn’t seem like the chain would be long enough, but when Cody tried, it extended, changing itself for its wearer, so that the peridot pendant hung around the base of Vorath’s long neck. It pulled against the dragon, gemstone nestling amongst his scales, giving off a faint aura and presence as the dragon accepted the magical relic.

“There,” Vorath said, eyes closed in satisfaction. “Now, Cody, set the other relics down, lay back, and do not flinch away.”

Cody obeyed, dropping the opal ring and the golden rope. Then, he laid down on his back, onto the soft, rustling diaper on the ground–more than a garment, it was large enough to serve as a changing pad for him. The crinkling material was cold on his naked, sweat-dried skin, but Vorath stepped over him, breath heavy and warm, the dragon’s face filling Cody’s vision.

Lowering his head, opening his jaws, Vorath extended his long, forked tongue, running it up the length of Cody’s body. It wasn’t rough or sloppy; it felt more sensual, like a lover’s hand across his thighs, over his diaper, and up his chest.

Exhaling nervously, aware he’d started to grow erect in his diaper, Cody asked, “Is that part of the ritual?”

“No,” Vorath admitted, a puff of smoke escaping his mouth. “But I adore how you taste.”

“I think you don’t realize how scary that sounds,” Cody chuckled.

Vorath grinned, showing all his teeth. “No, mortal. I do.”

Cody swallowed, and then felt something he’d never experienced before–a tugging sensation as his diaper was untaped and pulled away.

He looked down, startled to see his diaper remove itself from his hips, a faint green glow around it. The gemstone on Vorath’s amulet had the same colorful aura–it gave him the power to move objects, to finally change Cody’s diaper personally, instead of simply instructing Cody to do it himself.

As the diaper pulled away, Vorath lowered his face, tongue flicking out to taste Cody’s thighs, his bare skin, his sweat. Cody whimpered, but obeyed his instructions–he’d been told not to flinch, so he held still, taking deep breaths as his dragon’s delicate tongue ran across his body. Vorath didn’t seem to mind tasting stale pee or sweat, or perhaps it was better to say he enjoyed it. Regardless, he certainly enjoyed the little sounds of helpless pleasure that escaped Cody’s lips.

“All mine,” Vorath purred, taking one last taste of the tip of Cody’s flesh. Then, his amulet began to glow more brightly as he called something to him.

Another diaper, a fresh one. Styled in the same patterns as the massive diaper Cody was laying on, but human sized, and without the tail hole. Cody lifted his bottom without being told, and the diaper slid under him.

Vorath didn’t tape it up right away, though. Instead, he turned, touching the opal ring with his nose. On contact, it lifted in the air, floating towards Cody’s head.

(A crown,) Cody knew. (Just like I thought, it’s–wait.)

The opal shimmered and pulled open, as though on an invisible hinge, and instead of moving onto his brow, the ring instead moved towards his neck, molding itself to the contours of his skin. It closed itself without so much as a click, and Cody knew it wouldn’t come off–not without Vorath’s magic.

He could feel the ring against his throat–just tight enough that when he breathed heavily, it made its presence known, but the smooth opal didn’t dig into his skin or cause discomfort. Reflected in the gem facing of Vorath’s amulet, Cody saw himself in shades of green.

The object was clearly a collar, he could tell now–looking at himself, he was very clearly, obviously, owned. And the metal disc that dangled from the front now had an inscription–‘Cody.’ He hadn’t just been collared, he’d been given a tag.

“All mine,” Vorath repeated, smirking at Cody’s expression.

Cody felt like he was melting–he hadn’t expected this, but the signals in his brain were all telling him it was the right thing, the needed thing, the place he wanted to be. Now, underneath Vorath or on top of him, he’d be designated for what he was–Not the master in the relationship at all, but the one who was mastered.

With that, the diaper folded itself up between his thighs, over his cock–it seemed to stretch slightly to accommodate his hardness–and taped itself shut. Cody glanced down in time to see the tapes meld into the diaper, vanishing, sealing it shut.

“Don’t worry, Cody,” Vorath purred. “Your diaper is enchanted–I can clean you with a thought, or remove it for a change when I feel like.”

Cody started to smile.

“That doesn’t mean I will,” Vorath added. “At least, not until I’ve had a chance to savor your smells and make you beg.”

His smile broadened, and Cody found himself nodding–a gesture that made his collar tag jingle slightly.

“Now,” Vorath said. “My human–I have one more task for you.”

Stepping back, Vorath moved, circling, turning his massive body so he could lay down. He rolled, exposing his belly, and the following instruction didn’t need to be said–Vorath expected Cody to diaper him.

But, it wasn’t like Cody had imagined. Vorath wasn’t rolling over in an act of submission or weakness, this was arrogance. The dragon felt safe exposing his belly to Cody, because Cody was no threat–how could something Vorath owned pose him any danger?

Crouching, Cody took the corner of the diaper, pulling it over towards Vorath’s hindquarters and folding it out. The dragon lifted himself, snaked his tail through the hole in the diaper’s seat, then bumped Cody in the back.

Caught off guard, Cody tripped forward, stepping on the diaper, landing between Vorath’s legs. He found his naked chest in contact with a warm, scaly thigh. Their touch almost seemed to be an embrace. Vorath purred, and Cody didn’t move away for a moment.

“That’s enough, finish your work,” Vorath finally instructed, after a long moment of close contact.

Reluctantly obedient, Cody pulled away. He had to walk around Vorath’s powerful legs to get to the sides of the diaper and fold them up, but he managed, wrapping the garment around his master’s hips.

“Once I tape it shut,” Cody asked, “will I have to do some kind of magic to clean it?”

“No,” Vorath said. “I’m master for both of us–I will clean myself when I desire.”

Cody nodded, taping the diaper closed. As with his own diaper, the tapes faded into the print, sealing the absorbent garment closed around Vorath.

He felt a slight shift in the air, a change in his emotions, like the gods had quietly enforced an indelible contract he’d forgotten about signing. This wasn’t just magic over diaper changes and telekinesis, the bond went deeper. He could feel Vorath inside him, like their emotions were separated only by a gossamer thin sheet, closer than mere words could describe.

Cody hoped it could manifest more.

“All,” Vorath said, rolling onto all fours so he could stand over Cody, “mine.”

Cody looked up at him. “All yours,” he repeated. Quietly, he looked back at the circle. He hadn’t even noticed the golden relics glowing, the runes shifting and sparkling–all his thoughts had been for Vorath.

His eyes drifted to the coil of golden rope on the ground. “What was that for?” he asked. “We didn’t use it.”

“It’s not for the ritual.” Vorath smiled down at him. With deep meaning and purpose behind the words, and all the implied weight the dragon could impart, he said, “It’s for a saddle.”

 

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