The hero academic

Summary

Summary: In which a man wakes up in another world in another body and makes the best of things.

A smutty story with a mix of porn and plot! Enjoy!

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Notes

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Prologue

Waking up is an interesting experience. The first thing he does is take in a far too deep breath, one that aggravates an already desert-dry and entirely too parched throat. His still- sleepy mind is unable to focus on anything but the need to find water in order to soothe and sate his ragged, scratchy throat.

Fortunately, the first thing he sees when his eyes open a crack is a pool of glowing, shimmering water right in front of him. The how and why aren't even considered as he slowly crawls forward towards the oasis of liquid bliss. The ground under him seems to go from solid rock to shifting sand around his digits.

His vision blurs and focuses between one moment and the next. His heartbeat pounds in his head from whatever hangover he was suffering from. One hand in front of the other grips the ground and drags his body forward at a too-slow rate, shrinking the distance between him and that glorious water inch by methodical inch.

Something isn't right. He recognizes that fact. But whatever it is... he can't really put it to words right now. Sensations don't line up with what he's used to, and thoughts that all of this feels weirdly real to be a dream are drowned out by the pained breaths from his ragged throat and the pounding hangover he's currently suffering from.

Finally reaching the edge of the pool, he pauses only for a moment as the shimmering, glowing liquid shines right into his eyes. Forcing them shut from the pool being way too bright, he lets out a groan even as he dips his hand into the pool blindly, cupping some water and splashing it across his face. The second scoop brings some of it to his mouth to sip up and as refreshing cool water flows down his raw throat, he finally finds some respite.

Strangely enough, once his throat was soothed, the water continued on its way down into his stomach, becoming a welcoming warmth that traveled through every inch of his body and helped ease his hangover. His hand dips back down again and again and with every drink, he feels a little bit better and a little more alive. The pain recedes inch by inch and bit by bit until finally, after who knew how many sips of that liquid bliss, nothing hurt anymore.

Finally, he could open his eyes to the world around him without having to squint. Only, when he does so he has to blink quite a few times at his sudden high definition vision. Seeing as he had to wear glasses, the sudden crystal clarity of his vision is more than a little jarring. It's like staring at a 4k, high def TV display or something... except instead of it being on a TV screen, its his eyes and everything he's seeing is that detailed and that spectacular.

Several moments are lost as he spends them just marveling at the details of the cavern around him, all of it gently illuminated by the wondrous, wavering lighting from the shimmering and glowing pool of water he's laid out next to.

Higher brain functions finally catch up with the rest of his body as he really takes a good long

look around and comes to a sudden realization. "... I have no clue where the fuck I am."

Last he remembered, he'd been at home alone, enjoying his yearly traditional bottle of wine to celebrate the New Year. One bottle of wine should not have left him black out drunk... and even then, there shouldn't have been any caverns this amazing anywhere within a few hours drive of his home. Not to mention, as he focuses on it a bit more, the pool looks a lot like some healing magical spring from an RPG he might have played once upon a time... it looks way too spectacular to be real.

Of course, in idly glancing at the glowing water, he finally notices his reflection. At first, he jolts in fear... because obviously it's not what he expects to see, and for a moment he thinks there's a monster in the depths of the pool about to reach out and pull him under. Only after a second of adrenaline-inducing panic does he realize that it's his reflection... but it's not HIS reflection.

"What the..."

Serpent-like eyes blink as a he stares down at a scaled reflection. Clawed digits dig into the edge of the pool and he stares at their dark jade color in wonder and shock. Leaning forward, he focuses more on the reflection in the pool instead of the pool itself and the image gets clearer while remaining unchanged. He finds himself staring at a jade scaled, muscular, humanoid... but also draconic visage.

... Oh fuck yes. Rising from his lounging position, he quickly stands up only to find he's much taller as well. Staring down into the pool, he takes in the sight of his full body reflection and finds himself instinctively flexing and posing in different positions to admire his new form. As a result, he quickly discovers his wings and tail in the process of marveling at what's obviously some form of dragonkin.

He could get used to this. In fact, he sort of already was, wasn't he? There had been the initial moment of confusion and fear, but that had rapidly faded. He was already surprisingly comfortable in this body, in fact. Looking down at himself and then back into the pool, he grins ferally. He... wait... he didn't remember his name. He didn't... he didn't remember any personal details from his previous life.

He remembered his hobbies. Gaming, reading, the works. He could tell you the names of a thousand fictional characters from books and games and movies and tv shows. But he couldn't tell you his name. Or the names of his parents.

... A fresh start. Honestly, it didn't bother him as much as it maybe should have. Perhaps whatever was making it so easy to slip into this new body was also making it easy for him to accept what he'd apparently lost. He... couldn't really bring himself to complain. Unless he was still somehow in his old world, then he might complain. But no... he suspected this was a new world entirely. And with a new body and a new world... he was entitled to a new name, wasn't he?

Kavzarion. That would be his name from now on. Kav for short, though he wouldn't let just anyone call him that... hell, he might not let anyone at all call him that. He would be Kavzarion the Dreadful... well, they'd workshop the title, he supposed. Epithets were usually given by others anyways, weren't they?

Regardless, he looked good. Very good, in fact. Glancing down at himself, Kav grins wickedly. He was going to need to find females capable of taking a rather larger size to worship his new draconic package. He was going to-

"Eep!"

His admiration of his new form and subsequent self-naming aside, Kav whips around as he finds himself interrupted by a feminine squeak behind him. Spinning about with a growl already in his throat and his claws raised for violence... he finds himself staring at empty air for a moment in confusion. Only for a moment though, before realizing his new eye level is actually pretty high up and he looks down to discover a tar-black kobold at his feet.

She, made rather obvious by the widened curvaceous hips and the naked, exposed slit, stares up at him in fearful awe, frozen like a deer in headlights. Or rather, like a kobold who has just successfully snuck up on a dragonkin and is about to get torn to shreds for her temerity. But... no. She holds no threat to him, what with her small, emaciated form.

Lowering his claws, Kav tilts his head to the side a bit, eyeing her up. Honestly, she could easily pass for the cute mascot of some video game, or the playful comedic relief character in some cartoon, anime, or JRPG. At the same time, even as his human memories reflect those thoughts, there's another set of thoughts running parallel... less thoughts and more... instincts.

Pathetic. Wretched. Lesser Kind. Worthless Blight Upon-

"Glorious Master is awake!"

... Potentially useful slave that knows its place.

As she lets out a happy cry while those strangely foreign and yet darkly familiar thoughts degrade her, Kav finds himself rather amused by how quickly they change tack. He shakes his head for a moment to clear it though... it would seem that his new form came with no small amount of baggage attached to it. Still, he couldn't really complain, now could he?

He was clearly a dragonkin now... in a fantasy setting where his first minion was excitedly celebrating his very existence and chance to serve him. Oh yeah, he could definitely get used to this. After all, he already had the most important rule covered, didn't he?

If you can be the Dragon... ALWAYS be the Dragon.

-x-X-x-

Given time to get his thoughts in order, he was able to start putting together a somewhat

vague, somewhat drunk recollection of the previous night's events. After emptying the aforementioned wine bottle, Kav had wound up on a Video Game Rant Forum.

... Look, maybe it wasn't the 'coolest' thing to be doing on New Year's Eve, but he'd never claimed to be that cool. Especially not before waking up as a motherfucking dragonkin.

Regardless, he'd been using the forum for its intended purpose... that is, making a post several paragraphs long about how current game designers couldn't build Dungeon Delvers that were actually fun anymore. All of the games that had come out in the past year or two featuring Dungeon Delving had fucked them up in some way in his humble opinion.

Either it was them over-complicating things by adding Roguelite features, or Mandatory Dungeon Progression Quests, or Soulsbourne surprises... or it was them requiring always online gameplay in order to suck every last bit of data out of their players that they possibly could for the purposes of resale and making a quick buck at his and every other sucker's expense.

Modern game designers just couldn't seem to wrap their minds around why the simple cycle of entering a dungeon, killing lots of monsters, looting them until your bags were full, returning to town to sell shit and upgrade your gear, and then rinse and repeat... was fun and enjoyable. They didn't get it. None of them got it. And what made it really saw was that the SNES and PS1 had been such great platforms for such an amazing number of games like that.

At least he'd definitely been in the right place. No sooner had he posted on the forum then he found himself receiving tons of responses. His little rant brought every disenfranchised, aggravated gamer out of the woodworks to voice their similar grievances about games of that nature from the last year, if not even further back. They all thought along the same lines as he did, and once voiced out loud, they became a howling mob screaming their hatred over the issue.

It had felt somewhat good to be among his people, even if in hindsight, looking back, it kind of seemed rather depressing in a way, didn't it? But regardless, he'd found himself eventually drawn away from the thread by a PM conversation from another poster. They'd been talking about old games that had been enjoyable and fun and fulfilled those promises of endless dungeons of variety and replayability.

The conversation had then eventually turned towards the variety of races one got to play in those old games, as well as the unique classes specific to those races rather than it just being a copy-paste of the same classes across a scant handful of races.

One thing had led to another and Kav had found himself waxing on about how long it had been since he actually got to play a Dragonkin or Dragon in a video game. He'd chatted this total stranger's ear off (or was it eyes off, since it was all typed up messages?) about how it never felt like he was an actual Apex Predator in a magical fantasy world anymore. He wanted to be so strong that it would require an army or a squad of champions to even have a chance of taking him down.

Diving into the depths of dungeons as a dragonkin, slaying everything inside, looting it all

down to bedrock, and growing his treasure hoard either through selling it all or keeping the rarer items for himself. Of course, couldn't forget the minion that Diablo III had spoiled him with, auto collecting the goodies that came from the loot pinatas that would be his prey.

... Enter the Kobold. She didn't have a name, as far as he knew, but then she didn't really need one at the moment. Not when it was just the two of them. Acting something like a House Elf with her worshipful devotion and her eagerness to do anything he ordered her to do, combined with the joyful excitement and loyalty of a pet dog, the Kobold was currently darting in and out of the cavern with the magical healing spring, dragging back pieces of his armor to him from different rooms one at a time.

Kav had to admit, he rather liked what he was seeing at the moment. The armor she'd procured so far looked more like the advertised unique armor set and weapons you might see on a box art for a video game... rather than the shit tier starting equipment that always got replaced or upgraded by the end of your average tutorial.

Gauntlets, greaves, and leggings. Pauldrons, belt, tail guard, and chestplate. The Kobold retrieves them all one at a time, having an easier time with some and a harder time with others. Not that she ever hesitated or complained. The little thing was desperate to impress him and eager to show off just how swiftly she could obey. Still, some of the pieces were pretty much her entire size.

Even still, she did it all, currently dragging a tower shield to him between huffing, puffing breaths. As she drops it in front of him, Kav reaches out and strokes her scaled, horned head as both reward and encouragement. In response, the female kobold releases a tiny rumbling purr of pleasure as she presses her head into his hand for a moment before he withdraws it.

Picking up the Tower Shield and rising to his feet, he hums as he compares his height to the shield's. Your average proper Tower Shield was six feet high, and he seemed to be half-again its size... putting him at nine feet tall. The width of this Tower Shield didn't even cover half of his body either... he definitely wouldn't be turtling behind this or using it like a shield wall to counterattack out from behind like in say, Elden Ring.

The Kobold returns again shortly after with his weapon as well, causing Kav to pause as he looks at the half-shortened two-handed axe. He easily takes it from her with one clawed hand, setting down the Tower Shield in the process so he can once again supply his minion with her duly earned head pats. Of course, his rumbling hum of consideration completely drowns out her pleasure-filled cooing, even as he rotates and flips around the weapon, examining the axe blade with a discerning eye.

He felt like some part of it was familiar to him... but it takes him a second to finally place it. Dian Wei from Dynasty Warriors had wielded a similar axe in most series of the game. Nodding in satisfaction now that he's figured out where the sense of familiarity was coming from, Kav lifts his clawed hand from the female kobold's head once more and peers down at her.

"Are there any other pieces of my gear left?"

She hastily shakes her head in the negative and he's just about to let it go with just that... before pausing briefly and studying her for a moment.

"Anything else left around here that would belong to me?"

She pauses briefly at that before hurrying away for a second to retrieve something else. When she returns carrying a loot sack like an oversized pillow against her body a moment later, Kav can only huff in response. She might be eager to obey, but he would need to be all- encompassing with his orders, it seemed. She was liable to forget things if he didn't remind her of them in the end.

Taking the loot sack from her arms, he opens it up to see what's inside. There's a decanter- sized bottle of red liquid that he knows immediately is a healing potion. There's also a fist- sized orb of swirling magical energy that merges into the back of his left gauntlet the moment he picks it up. And finally, there's a still-steaming well done steak from Monster Hunter that looks more like an over-sized chicken leg in comparison to his new size.

A sudden rumbling gurgle draws his attention away from the oversized hunk of meat to see the female kobold hungrily staring at his snack with wide eyes. There's a literal strand of drool coming off of the side of her mouth as she gazes up at it. For a moment, Kavzarion finds himself in a bit of an internal war. On the one hand, his human nature says to feed his servant, not just to keep her happy, but also to keep her strong. On the other hand, his draconic nature abhors the idea of sharing anything with anyone. It goes against every fiber of his new being.

... Still, he's more than his base instincts to hoard. In the end, he manages to 'convince' his draconic side by imagining having to carry his own loot sack while fighting... compared to having a fed and energized Kobold doing it for him while he fights and kills his enemies.

Finally, reluctantly, he lowers down the cooked meat to the female kobold's eye level. For a moment, his minion doesn't even understand he's offering it to her. When she finally does, she looks between it and him with wide eyes filled with shock, before slowly and reverently taking it from him. The expression of pure rapture on her face and tears welling up in her eyes is something else as she takes her first bite. And then...

"Sho good... Mashter is truly the best! Mashter is a merciful, great dragon god to bless this worthless slave with such a meal! This is the best day of this slave's life!"

She eats as fast as she talks, amusingly enough. Her vocal praise strokes his draconic ego like nothing else, but more so is the way just that one leg of meat seems to rapidly fill out her emaciated form. Like magic, really. By the time she's done, she's not nearly as skinny anymore... in fact, his Kobold Minion is starting to get some curves to her. Rather, she-

CRUNCH!

Hah. The little glutton, upon realizing she's stripped every last bit of meat from bone, goes in for the final bit... and bites the bone itself, taking a chunk out of it and eating it like its hard candy or something. Amusing, to say the least.

-x-X-x-

By the time his pet kobold has finished consuming her first meal, she's really filled out in multiple ways. Not only is her belly overstuffed, leading to her planting her ass down on the ground as she cradles it and groans appreciatively... but she's also looking a lot more feminine than she was before. Before, her only feminine traits were her hips and her cunt. Now? Well, she still isn't some short stack. She's not top-heavy in the slightest. Rather, her natural disposition seems to be more pear-shaped, with a rotund ass and even wider hips and thicc thighs.

Of course, she's still undeniably 'smol'. Especially compared to him. Despite magically gaining a few inches in height from the meal he'd given her, she was still less than a third of his size, he was pretty sure. Even still... for all that she was so much smaller than him, she was clearly well-developed now for a creature of her species. Healthy, one might say.

In this, his human and draconic instincts were largely in agreement. On the human side of things, he'd always had a preference for healthy-looking women. With culture and society based around 'skinny equals beautiful' to the point of ridiculousness, hearing skinny bitches complaining about gaining a pound over the years had thoroughly set his preference. Just the motion of ample assets on a curvy female was enough to draw and keep his attention on them.

Likewise, on the draconic side of things... watching her gluttonous and single-minded focus when it came to consuming the hunk of meat he'd given her had been strangely sexy. It'd made her much more desirable to his new dragonkin instincts, like he'd just watched a beautiful woman perform a pole dance or twerk for him and only him.

His armor, specifically the codpiece, had required removal shortly after he started on the bone... and now that she was in a particularly vulnerable state of being fully gorged, his dick was at full mast and he realized he could do anything he wanted to her. No, more than that... he SHOULD do whatever he wants with her. She's his minion, isn't she? Or as she put it, his slave. And so... it was only right that he use her however he wanted.

Stepping towards her, he notices how slow her reaction time is in her post-binge state. What might have been little more than a simple snack for one of his size, was in fact a full-blown feast for one of her size. More than that, the meat had clearly had magical properties to it. Either that or as his minion, SHE had magical properties and those magical properties involved a single meal curing emaciation and making her look like she was suddenly as healthy as could be.

Either way, it doesn't really matter. He picks her up easily in his hands, startling her. She starts to squeak something out, but it turns into a burp as he carries her. With her now in his hands, she's close enough to his nostrils for the scent of arousal to be far more eminent. Not to mention feeling the fluid dripping down onto his fingers. Apparently, 'foodgasm' was a far more literal state for a female kobold than it was for humans.

Sitting down at the edge of the healing spring with her frozen stiff in his lap and also letting

off fear scent as well as arousal, he rubs his rock hard dick up against her crotch from below, humming in pleasure at the sensation. His free hand grips her tail and slowly strokes the extremity over the length of his dick.

His hand holding her swollen belly doesn't remain idle either, rubbing at her overstuffed abdomen as it gurgles in response. Slowly, the Kobold gets over her feat, moaning and cooing in his hold while shifting to better enjoy his touch. Panting breaths with intermittent little burps come from her muzzle, even as she shudders in his grasp.

When he leans down and licks at the top of her scaled, horned head, she jumps in his grasp. She gets nowhere of course, but still manages to tease his dick with her tail and her sex, spilling pussy juices all over it from her sopping wet quim. It amuses him that she would attempt to escape him, even involuntarily. Not like she could get away, especially not with her currently weighed down state.

Of course, she freezes up in fear again that she might have displeased him, which only makes her terrified taste all the sweeter. Adjusting his hold on her to allow a finger to stroke at her slit, he muses that the single clawed digit is probably dick size for a male kobold closer to her size. Meanwhile, his minion struggles against the sensations and her instincts, moaning and mewling in equal measure.

His tongue continues to lick her head and taste her, grooming and polishing her scales and horns as she eventually loses the fight with herself and vocally expresses her pleasure, moaning all the louder and more wantonly by the moment.

"M-Master..."

Her stuttering and stammering as she shakes and trembles in his hold make him snort derisively. Did she fear that he was merely playing with his food, like some other dragons were known to do? Perhaps she did. After all, what other world would a dragon, even a dragonkin, willingly part with his meal... unless he was using it to fatten her up and make an even better meal.

"T-This pathetic slave is not worthy-!"

A growl erupts from his throat that immediately shuts her up, making her go still again in his lap. His chest rumbles and roars like the revving engine of a street racer's high octane car, drowning out any other words she might have uttered after 'worthy'.

"Who's lair do you dwell in? Who's hoard resides here? Who do you serve?"

His demands come with an extra side of his draconic presence leaking out of him for the first time, filling the cavern and causing the Kobold to gasp and squeak as she begins to shake in response. Until finally.

"SPEAK!"

His bellow forces her to respond, of course.

"Yours-!"

But then he immediately cuts her off after that tearful cry.

"Miiiiine! All of it is mine! All of it, to do with as I please! No one will tell me otherwise! No one will tell me what to do with my hoard, or the value of anything within it. As such... if I set aside some of my VALUABLE time to polish up one of MY treasures... only I am allowed to say whether it's worthy or not!"

A heady and potent rush of arousal blooms from the Kobold at that as she registers him labeling her as one of his 'treasures'. Not a meal as she'd come to fear, but a treasure... to be polished up. She squirts all over his dick and balls, cumming explosively for him. In response, Kav makes sure to insert a second and then a third finger inside of her.

Feeling her cunt stretch and contract around each additional digit, he can't help but grin wickedly. She's very, very elastic... exactly as he expected. After all, kobolds were made to be the perfect servants for dragons. So it only made sense that a female kobold should be capable of taking even a full-blown young male dragon so that she could help her master with his sexual relief.

As his minion humps the fingers he's inserted into her, much more eager now, he tortures her by slow-rolling things, moving them in and out of her and taking his time as they become soaked with her spilling fluids. Words are lost in her reptilian cries of pleasure and her wanton need for more, only to change into whimpers and cries of loss when he pulls his digits back out of her entirely in order to lubricate his dick with them.

Her tail feebly waves and slaps back against his stomach in desperate need for the hole under it to be filled again. Snorting derisively, he grabs hold of her tail once more, stroking the underside to an almost melodic accompaniment of scaled pleasure as she shudders and squirts all over his dickhead, providing even further lubricant.

Finally, he begins to tease her entrance, much to her begging and screeching cries. He pushes in and all of her limbs stretch out to their limits as she releases a long, throaty noise from her open mouth. He can feel her vibrating upon his dick, her cunt convulsing and clenching wildly around the ring just below his cockhead. Until at last, she releases a flood down his genitals before going completely limp a moment later and sliding all the way down his member.

Angling his head to look down at her, Kav snorts at the wide-eyed look on her face and the unfocused gaze combined with a panting mouth. A single dicking had utterly overwhelmed her into a state of sexual bliss from the look of things. But he was far from done so...

Splashing some healing water onto her causes his minion to snap back to reality, bouncing on his dick with the motion and squealing as the sensations take over. He lifts her up and down his shaft while listening to her cries and enjoying the pleasurable sensations around his member. Her legs flail uselessly as she's ridden along his massive meat pole like a fucking sex toy.

To be fair, given her size, she might as well be an onahole. He could literally one hand her if she wasn't currently stuffed from her meal. As it is, using both hands allows him to bring her down all the more rapidly, the ring of her cunt squeezing him a little tighter each time. Or perhaps his dick was just swelling up further. In the end, it didn't really matter.

Both of them were vocalizing their pleasure now, with him groaning and her moaning in equal measure. The outcome was ultimately all the same as they eventually reached the point of his dick plugging her incredibly tight cunt completely. He didn't even want to move her anymore because the pressure within his cock that had been building up to this point was finally releasing.

He cums, filling her womb in a rush of flooding, pouring his seed into that most sacred of places and feeling the sensation of her body swelling like a balloon within the grasp of his claws. Her womb seems all too happy to expand from his large load, not allowing even a single drop to come out at first. Probably meant to ensure fertilization, he figures.

But even if her womb expands somewhat... there are limits. Limits that they quickly hit together as he continues to fill her and fill her, until finally his seed DOES explode out of her cunt, leaking out from the sides of her tightly stretched pussy lips. And even once he's done cumming, his dick remains hard and her cunt remains tight as can be, holding him inside of her, his cock still stuffed up in her.

When she finally recovers her mind, her claws go to her bloated belly, likely imagining the glory of being impregnated by him and the honor of laying his eggs. Of course, given the size difference between them, she would probably be rendered immobile if such a thing were to occur. Not that he minded that idea one bit.

In fact, his tail swishes behind him at the image. Especially as he begins to fill in the details in his mind's eye. Her, rounded and filled out after gorging on leftover prey. Her pregnant body would be laid out upon a mound of glittering gold as the centerpiece, her scales polished and glistening like obsidian and tastefully decorated with jewelry.

Letting out a rumble of pleasure, Kav's dick twitches within his minion. It would be a while before either of them would be moving. And even longer still before he could make his dream a reality. But that was okay... he had plenty of time. As a Dragonkin, he should now have a much longer lifespan. So really, he had all the time in the world.

First World

In most fantasy settings that had dragons, the dragons were often times depicted as incredibly large, powerful forces of destruction that could wipe out towns, cities, even entire countries off of the map without breaking a sweat. And yet, these fantasy settings also had entire mortal civilizations where humans, elves, dwarves, and other two-legged races were able to not just survive but also thrive despite living in the shadow of such majestic creatures.

The given excuse for why this was possible was that most dragons could sleep or remain dormant for not just years, but in some cases decades, centuries, or even millennia. To the point where the mortals living right next to a dragon's lair might not remember they were doing so in the first place.

This was usually used as a bit of hand-wavium for why such a powerful being that could effectively wipe out all of the fantasy world's problems wasn't available or couldn't be bothered to do so... but Kav finds himself wondering if there was actually a bit more to it than that. He finds himself wondering if maybe the dragon's mindset wasn't actually very similar to a modern day human's mindset of being so bored from lack of things to do that one decides to sleep more often until such a time as the excitement once again ratchets up.

This realization comes after who knows how long of watching the reflected light from his healing spring dance across the walls and ceiling of his cavernous lair like an old screensaver. He'd apparently zoned out while his dick was stuffed up into his Kobold Servant's clenched cunt for so long that a minor time skip had occurred. On the plus side, his dick was no longer swollen enough to be stuck inside of her.

Heh, if his theory was correct, it was all the more reason to acquire as much interesting loot for his hoard as fast as he possibly could, to avoid running the risk of falling into torpor for long periods of time due to sheer boredom. He himself wasn't a full blown dragon after all. Maybe he had the potential to become one someday, but for now he was merely a dragonkin. And he wouldn't grow stronger by resting on his laurels, that was for sure.

Placing his new slave on top of the loot sack she'd brought him like it was some sort of sleeping bag, Kav rises to his feet. The Kobold never once stirs from her state of blissfully fucked slumber, even as he dawns his armor and picks up his weapons.

Quite frankly, he found his lair to be in a decidedly deplorable state. Certainly nothing worthy of a name as ostentatious and presumptuous as Kavzarion the Dreadful. It was very much akin to the most 'basic' form of any rundown base that one would acquire in any number of roleplaying games, really. Where you found yourself starting from square one in some dump filled with nothing but squalor and had to work extra hard to build it up into a pristine Class- S base with all of the amenities and riches and trophies that one could earn in those games.

Indeed, beyond what was clearly a room meant for his Hoard and what was clearly a room meant for Trophies, there wasn't much at all. Where would he keep his harem, for instance?

Where would he have food made? Sure, as a dragonkin he could probably consume most meals raw now, but that didn't mean he necessarily wanted to for the rest of his life. The idea of kidnapping the best chef this world had to offer and teaching them how to make cheeseburgers passes through Kav's mind for a moment and brings a toothy grin to his face.

Of course, just imagining his Hoard Room being filled with even a fraction of the wealth from someone like Smaug's hoard was enough to more than make him grin... it also made him unbelievably hard. And that in turn made him quite grateful to the forethought of whoever designed his armor leaving enough room behind the codpiece to raise a loot boner unimpeded.

Eventually his search for an exit to his basic ass cavern base leads him to what can only be called a gateway. The magical kind, not the physical kind. It's set up against a flat stone wall and depending on whether you were more of a fantasy nut or a sci-fi nut, you'd probably describe it as either a runic archway or a stargate.

Kav's long, draconic tail begins to wag in excitement over the potential inherent in the gateway. He could acquire loot and bitches from not just one world... but several, maybe even an infinite number of them!

Grinning wickedly, he steps up to the gateway's runic dial, happily noting the complete lack of any sort of tutorial guide or address book anywhere to be seen. Everyone knew that tutorials were for suckers anyways. Without wasting any more time, he begins pressing runes at random.

Score another point for the sci-fi nerds, because after exactly seven runes light up, no more will activate no matter how many he pushes so with a shrug, Kav presses the center of the dial, squeezing the orb there even as he notices that it's similar to the one currently fused to the back of his left gauntlet.

Suddenly, a technicolor array of energy fills the inside of the gateway, not quite the ocean blue of a proper stargate but still very much bulging and contracting before rippling through a rainbow variety of different colors. Finally, it settles into becoming a portal to another world, and one that even gave him an actual view of the world he was looking at rather than forcing him to step through to find out what was on the other side.

... Heh, Kav's luck was either very good or very bad depending on how one looked at the outcome. The first random address he'd entered into the gateway had led to a hell world judging by the fiery red skies and the scent of brimstone wafting through into the room. A toothy grin spreads across Kav's face at the view and his claws flex as he grips his axe and shield.

Staring out at plains of red, likely blood-soaked ground littered with spiky, sharp rocks and the colossal bones of long dead monstrosities, Kav hums to himself for a moment. The very air itself was tinted red and as he stepped closer, peering through the portal and up at the sky, he could see the blackest of clouds flashing with orange lightning.

Definitely a Hell World, the whole place reminded him way too much of Diablo for it not to

be. Just as he's thinking that movement catches Kav's attention and his draconic eyes focus and zoom in. Humanoid, masculine leaning, sexless... and with black claws for the hands and feet, a brown leathery hide, and so many bone spikes and spurs that it's rather ridiculous.

The first demonic inhabitant of the world that he saw looked like an ugly ass imp from that remake of Doom. Pity that.

At the same time, not-foreign disgust wells up within him at the demon's very existence. It wasn't natural. It didn't belong. It should not exist in HIS world even if technically it wasn't in his world yet.

The portal was apparently visible from the other end though, because as Kav stared at it... it stared back at him. Letting out a muted screech, the demonic creature rushes at the portal at full speed, with Kav hoisting up his axe and shield and preparing to meet it.

Only before it can bounce off his shield and take his axe to its skull, it bounces off some barrier first. Instead of coming straight through, it crashes into a magical forcefield surrounding the other side of the portal. Though that doesn't stop it from trying again a moment later in blind fury. Ramming into the barrier over and over again in defiance as it silently screams and claws at the force field from all angles, the demon clearly isn't very intelligent.

Kav watches its futile efforts for a few moments, amused by its stupidity. But the longer he watches, the more he begins to wonder if his axe would go through and kill it while he remained on this side. After all, Hell Worlds were usually the endgame for RPGs. And Kav had no way of knowing what 'level' he was supposed to be or what the strength difference between him and this creature even was.

However, before he can even test out his idea, the embedded orb in his gauntlet begins to glow and the demon finally starts to make progress through the portal... albeit at the speed of a fully kitted astronaut walking underwater. Enveloped in the portal's barrier now, the demon strains against the resistance its encountering, even as it struggles to reach him with its claws.

Those feelings from before fill him up again and Kav recognizes them as draconic in origin now. Fury over the demon's ability to crossover into his world and especially into HIS lair filled him to the brim. How dare it. How DARE It?!

Taking a few steps back, Kav takes up his stance and wills the demon to bring it on. With another glow from the orb in his gauntlet, the barrier envelope lets the demon through entirely and the creature comes screeching at him in blind fury. Kav responds appropriately, by bitch slapping it with his tower shield.

A door's worth of solid metal swung with draconic strength strikes the imp and sends it careening sideways from its previous course not the nearest cavern wall. Kav doesn't waste a moment to follow through of course, rushing after the demon with his axe raised high and a draconic roar erupting from his throat.

"GRRRRRRRAAAAAAAARRR!!!"

He leaps as he charges, gaining an impressive amount of airtime, and brings the axe down upon his target, slamming the creature back down to the ground it had been in the process of getting up from. The axe blade goes right through the demon's upper torso and only stops after burying itself in the ground beneath his opponent.

Fortunately, it's not one of those kinds of demons that just lives on forever until you completely annihilate every last atom of it, nor does it have any sort of shitty high speed regeneration. Cutting the thing in half does what it should... it kills it as the demon lets out a raspy final breath and then dies from the destruction of its central organs.

Digging one clawed foot into the lower half of the creature, he starts to yank his axe back out and- oh for FUCK'S sake!

He'd definitely gotten ahead of himself, because the demon suddenly springs back to life hissing and clawing. Fortunately for all that its black claws certainly look very dangerous, they don't do much beyond scraping at his armor before Kav is able to slam his tower shield back down on its neck and right arm.

Trapping that part of the creature beneath the weight and pressure, it continues to uselessly scratch at the metal as he pulls his axe free. Which Kav then follows up by cleaving off the demon's left arm, followed by the head, before going on ahead to hack off all the rest of its limbs just to make sure it was finally, really fucking dead.

Once that's over with, he remains where he is, staring down at his dismembered opponent in anticipation of another surprise. That's when he notices a hazy heat wafting off of it and rising steam from all the split blood... but no further movement from the body. It's finally really dead this time.

Satisfied with a job well done when it came to slaying his first enemy in this new life, Kav returns to the portal just in time to see a dozen more of the creatures rushing towards him from the Hell World.

"... Nope."

With a shake of his head and a glow from the orb in his gauntlet, the portal shuts off right then and there. Considering it had taken him a couple minutes to kill just one of the Hell World's cannon fodder and a dozen more had shown up to replace it in that same amount of time... stepping over to that world wasn't looking good for the time being.

With the gateway room now quiet, Kav sucks in a breath and then lets it out. And then sucks it in again and lets it out again. Hm... was he smelling freshly cooked spicy barbeque or what? Furrowing his brow, repeated sniffing brings him around to the steaming body of the dead demon he'd just fucking murderized. Looking at it and remembering the snack he'd sacrificed to his minion, Kav's stomach rumbles as a sudden hunger makes itself known in his gut.

A wicked grin spreads across his face as he remembers another benefit of being a dragon...

everything is potential prey.

Snatching up one of the cut-off limbs, Kav nibbles a bite... and then nods with a chuckle. Yep, tasted just like spicy barbeque infused with hot sauce. Mm, it was delicious. Chomping a much larger chunk off the arm, he ravenously begins consuming the meal.

Someday... someday he would travel back to that Hell World, Kav thinks to himself as he commits the seven runes he used to get there to memory. Though he wouldn't be invading them for the usual reasons. He wasn't some hero trying to stop their evil plans or anything like that. Hah, nope, nothing so noble.

... Heh, he wondered just how many of that world's demon lords would facepalm out of shame to learn that their realm was being invaded solely to satisfy a case of the munchies.

-x-X-x-

Over the course of consuming the demon's still-warm, oh-so-tasty corpse, Kav plays with various combinations of runic addresses for the gateway. He finds himself discovering all sorts of worlds, thankfully. There had always been a chance that the only type of world he could journey to was Hell Worlds after all.

But no. There's worlds where the portal opens out into forests, worlds where it opens into deserts, and even worlds where it opens into ruins. There are worlds where the portal is high in the sky on a floating island surrounded by more floating islands, and also worlds where it's clearly underwater with what looks like an Atlantis-analogue off in the distance.

He even finds a dead world that appeared to be one massive boneyard of everything that had ever lived. Reminded him of Desolace from World of Warcraft with how grey and bone-y it all was. Kav uses that world to dispose of the leftovers once he's full from his meal since he's currently lacking the means to properly clean it into a trophy or a warning that he could set outside his lair... though at this point he still hasn't found an entrance or exit besides the gateway.

His gut gurgles and he suddenly belches, releasing a massive amount of black smoke into the air. Heh, it would seem demonic meat was a little TOO spicy for his draconic digestion at his level. Either that or it could be building up for use as dragonfire later on. At least it didn't come out the other end.

At the end of the day, demons were clearly the junk food of his new dietary restrictions whatever those might be. Almost certainly not healthy for him in the short term or the long term... but damn if they weren't tasty.

Absently entering another runic address at random, Kav pauses and stares out at the world beyond, lifting up his orb-embedded gauntlet in consideration while staring out through the gateway. Sand, surf, and green leafy vegetation abound... the vista he was staring at had all the markings of a tropical island paradise straight out of a brochure. It had been several years, maybe even a decade since he'd been to a beach. He'd grown up with a family that went on summer vacation to some beach every year, but then he'd become an adult and those family

trips had finally come to a close.

This is as good a place as any for him to start his journey in looting to expand his hoard, Kav supposes. Yes... this would be the first world he would grace with his draconic presence. But first, he makes sure to lick his gauntlets clean of the last of his meal. Hm... actually, he would definitely need to wash up before he went. Just in case he ran into any primitive natives that wound up wanting to worship his glorious draconic form or something.

Closing the portal for now, he steps away from the gateway room. One quick trip to his own private healing sprint later and he discovers that its waters could not only dissolve the gore and filth and blood off of his armor, body, and weapons like it had never been there, it also didn't pollute the pool itself in any way.

Humming in pleasure at this discovery, Kav then moves over to awaken his submissive Kobold slave, taking only a moment to appreciate that her body had been working overtime since he left her to her rest. The meal he'd given her had redistributed itself further across her body, adding even more to her thiccness and making her all the more pleasing to his eyes.

The loot sack she'd been cuddling on top of is quickly repositioned onto her back and strapped to her and for a moment she shares some similarity to Liliruca from Danmachi with how oversized the damn thing is compared to her. Then, the moment passes and the loot sack magically shrinks down to fit the frame of the Kobold, still peeking up out from behind her but no longer so much larger than she was.

"Master wants m-me to carry his loot sack?! Master, this lowly slave will not let you down! She promises with all her heart!"

Her excitement brings a grin to his face, even as she runs around with the loot sack strapped to her back, clearly getting used to it. Snorting derisively, Kav brings the Kobold back to the portal and dials back up the beach world, pleased when it comes into view exactly as he left it. Then, he sends his servant through first.

"Yes! This lowly slave will scout ahead for Master! If there are any giant monsters lurking, this one will provide ample distraction!"

Well, it was rather funny hearing her just spell it out like that for him. Clearly his minion had absolutely no self-preservation instincts. Or grace, given how the moment she cheerily runs through the portal with a rapid charge and a battle cry on her lips, she immediately proceeds to trip on the other side and plow a short trench forward into the sand.

Shaking his head and chuckling, Kav steps through after her... only to immediately become aware of why his Kobold Servant tripped like she did. The portal view doesn't really do it justice. It's incredibly bright in Tropical Beach World, especially compared to the darkness of his lair that they just came from. It takes Kav several moments of blinking to adjust his eyesight to the brightness of the tropical paradise. After which he lifts his Kobold Minion out of the sand by her loot sack and shakes the sand off of her before setting her back down on the ground.

"Thank you, Master! This lowly-!"

Her over-the-top expressions of gratitude become background noise as he turns to the portal and wills it shut behind them. This in turn reveals that there's no runic gateway on this side like he expected, but rather a simple cave entrance. Hm... was it embedded in the walls of the cave with the rock somehow having grown over it? Or... was it more similar to the Waifu Catalogue Homes and instead any door could be used to form a portal?

As expected, the orb embedded in his gauntlet allows him to open the portal back up, but unlike back in his lair, there's no energy build up or glow from the surrounding cave walls. Instead, the portal back to his lair just appears before him. Shrugging, Kav flexes his wings and tail for a moment before closing the portal again and turning back to the beach.

His long and heavy strides sink his clawed feet into the sand as he begins making his way across the beach. This in turn is followed by the rapid padding steps of his minion as she hurries to keep up with him. She's still jabbering, running her mouth a mile a minute about all the new sights they're seeing. Her excitement and exclamations blend with the crashing of the surf coming in and out, the wind blowing across the waves and trees, the seagulls crying out above...

It was honestly quite nice. Creating an almost meditative trance of tropical noise that washes over him as Kav continues on his way and-

"For you, Master!"

His minion suddenly interrupts his internal monologue, causing his chest to rumble with a growl as he gazes down at her. The Kobold immediately wilts under his gaze, knowing instinctively that she's displeased him. The hands she'd been using to hold up her offering to him start to tremble in fear.

Meanwhile, Kav cocks his head to the side as he gazes down at the large, pretty, technicolor conch shell clutched between her claws. It stands out quite well against the backdrop provided by her black scales. His anger with her is forgotten in a moment as the sight of it triggers a memory of the Rainbow Shell artwork from Chrono Trigger.

His own much larger clawed hand reaches out and grasps the shell from her, bringing it up to his snout for a better look. It catches the sun's rays rather spectacularly and seems to sparkle and glow right before his eyes. Hm. Were there more around here? Or had his minion stumbled upon an epic-rarity item by accident? Or was he merely misreading its value? No... no, he liked it. And that made it valuable enough.

"Well done."

His response causes the Kobold to immediately perk back up with a grin and a wagging tail. She stands still as he puts the shell into the loot sack on her back, watching the magical container bulge out for a second with the shell inserted into it, before smoothing out into its previous state as he removes his hand.

That same hand then comes down upon his minion's head and rubs it, rewarding her for her find for several moments as she vocally purrs and coos in pleasure. Finally though, he withdraws his affection and she straightens back up, waiting for orders like the good little slave that she is.

"Go and see if you can find anymore treasures but do not stray out of my sight or into the water, am I understood?"

"Yes Master!"

Her agreement comes with rapid nodding before she turns and begins running along the shore. Her body runs parallel to the ground like a raptor, except with her tail lifted high to balance the loot sack on her back. Of course, the pose also flashes her cunt to him, something his eyes zoom in on to note the thickening of her ass, hips, and thighs as his cock stirs in delight.

He'd already slept, fought, feasted, and even now acquired a treasure. So really, was it not time to fuck again once she finished her little scavenger hunt?

Until then, Kav endeavored to bask in the nostalgic feeling of being back on a beach again. Waves crashing in and going out, wind blowing through the area, seagulls overhead. It's all just as he remembers it funnily enough. In fact, for a moment Kav wonders if this might be Earth, or at least a version of it. It would be rather silly for him to have chosen Modern Day Earth for his first world though, but it also would be rather silly if he could never visit Earth at all ever again. Really-

"EEEP!"

As his minion screeches in terror some distance away, Kav turns to see her running back to him at full sprint. Behind her is evidence that there's definitely not a chance that this is any version of HIS Earth. Especially since his Earth didn't have dinner table-sized sand-colored crabs with chair-sized pincers on it.

A rumbling growl stirs within his chest and he begins to heat up in anger over something... anything really, threatening HIS property. The moment that his Kobold is past him and cowering behind him, he releases a draconic roar of challenge in the crab's direction. Flaring out his wings and tail, lifting his axe and shield, he makes a clear threat display.

In response, the idiotic creature slows and faces off with him, beady eyes glaring at him as it snaps its pincers in front of it in a returned threat display. Kav just turns his head aside and snorts out some smoke through his nostrils, entirely unimpressed. He's taller and almost as large and this thing isn't at all a threat to him.

In response, the crab gurgles before opening its mouth wide and spraying some foaming liquid at him at high speeds. He still easily manages to block it with his tower shield, but whatever the liquid is clings to his shield, smelling rather foul as it lingers. Did... did this fucking crab just hock a loogie at him?!

Not only that, but it was also now shaking and snapping its pincers while rapidly moving its mandibles in what could only be described as crab laughter... or so it felt to Kav's insulted pride.

Fine. Two could play that game. Following some sort of draconic instinct, Kav breathes in a deep breath... and then keeps breathing, finding his chest expanding more and more, past the point he would have thought possible. And then... he breathes out. A torrent of flames streams out and covers the crab's face, causing it to let out an inhuman shriek of pain that only makes it worse as the widening of its mandibles give the flames a path straight into the crab's body.

The huge crab is burnt from the inside out in mere moments, which is good because Kav's dragonfire runs out too after just a few moments. As he recovers his breath, the crab violently spasms before flipping over onto its back. Its pincers thud into the sand and its legs rapidly twitch up in the air for a moment before slowing, curling up, and going utterly still.

Heh. Damn straight. Approaching the cooked crustacean, Kav considers it for a moment before ripping off one of its legs. He gives it an appreciative sniff before biting into it. The hardened exoskeleton gives about as much resistance to his new teeth as the extra crispy skin of KFC's original recipe back in his old world. Hmm... not bad, not bad.

Ripping off another leg, he drops it down to his minion as a reward for bringing him this delectable feast. Taking another crunching bite, Kav groans his enjoyment.

"God, I hope there's more of them."

He could get used to killing and eating everything he came across, truth be told. Though of course he would-

"M-Master?"

Pausing, Kav looks to see his minion pointing down the shore away from them. When he follows her finger, it's to find not just more dinner table-sized crabs heading in their direction, but also fishmen with corral tridents and amphibious anglerfish. And they all looked pretty fucking angry. Glancing back down at his first kill, Kav tilts his head to the side in consideration.

... Huh. There were moments where the crab might have been trying to talk to him, he supposed. But even if it was, it wasn't saying anything very nice. And really, in the end... it had started this.

With what little conscience he still had assuaged by that thought, Kav grins viciously and releases a draconic roar as he raises his axe and shield before charging to meet his enemies in glorious battle!

-x-X-x-

Hours later the sun had set and night had come with a full moon rising over the horizon. As

the waves continued to crash into the shore and then go back out, as the wind continued to blow across the area... the calls of the seagulls were far less quiet now, and there was a newly added background noise in the form of a crackling bonfire to join the chorus of tropical sounds.

It would almost seem like nothing much had happened at all since Kav and his minion had arrived on the beach all those hours ago... so long as one kept their eyes shut and ignored the smells assaulting their nostrils. For Kav, well, he had no reason to ignore what he'd done today. Under the glow of the moonlight he beholds his glorious triumph with a bloody grin on his face.

The formerly white sand is now dyed red and scarred black with some parts of it turned into glass by the heat. The bodies and limbs of some two dozen fishmen are scattered across the shore from his axe cleaving through their bodies with the ease of a hand slashing through shower spray. He'd wound up spinning like a bladed top at one point from the lack of resistance their weak flesh and bones provided at one point early on.

Dozens more of their amphibious anglerfish allies lie crushed, skewered, incinerated, split, and obliterated by various means as well, leaving the least evidence of their participation in his slaughter of the aquatic assault. On top of that, here and there lie the remains of the massive crabs too, although all of them were reduced to no more then their shells, with their legs and claws all harvested and stuffed into the magical loot sack for later consumption.

Though all of that was nothing compared to the grand prize that the leader of the fishmen had desperately summoned by conch shell horn to the beach as one last gasp of defiance. Kav's eyes turn to the mobile home sized shell of the crab boss that had attempted and failed to kill him. He chuckles again and bites into his skewer of grilled boss crab, savoring the flavor and finding it all the sweeter as a result of it being by far his greatest kill yet in this new body.

His thick tail waves in pleasure, sweeping sand into growing sand dunes behind him. It had been rather entertaining shoving crab parts into the loot sack and watching it bulge to obscene size before shrinking back down again.

Obviously, the boss crab had been intended as more of a siege weapon for attacking ships and scaring off sea monsters of similar size to it. The thing didn't have the agility to keep up with him, much less the intelligence and cunning to do anything more than simple tactics that Kav had dodged and deflected and blocked with the ease of a Soulsborne veteran.

After it's death there had been no further challengers. If there were any survivors, they'd retreated and hadn't returned. Kav certainly didn't expect them to. Even if this was just a small expeditionary force and they had an entire army, what would be the point of mobilizing it to send after one nomadic land dweller? More likely they wouldn't waste the resources and would just give orders to flee on sight from him going forward. Disappointing, but that was the most realistic outcome of this little massacre.

Still, the absence of further hostile forces had given him plenty of time to build a bonfire and celebrate his victory by cooking up some of the slain while his minion looted their bodies for valuable loot... for a given value of 'valuable'. The loot like that had gone into the loot sack

had consisted of several colorful seashells, some remnants of their armor and coral weapons, a pitiful number of shiny coins, and not enough pearls for even a single pearl necklace.

Still, beggars couldn't be choosers and though it pained Kav to admit it, just thinking about his entirely empty Hoard Room back in his lair made it clear that he was very much a beggar still for the time being.

Meanwhile, his gluttonous little minion had also had plenty of time to taste test a sample platter of the fallen, even managing to eat one of the seagulls that had come down to try and feed on the remains. All in the time that it had taken him to collect enough firewood for the bonfire and then ignite it with his draconic flame breath.

Hm, speaking of his Kobold Servant... her stuffed form had returned with a vengeance from the truly ravenous consumption of every bit of cooked and raw flesh he allowed her to get her hands on. She'd filled herself up until she toppled over onto her back, too stuffed to the brim to even stand any longer. She, like him, had a preference for freshly cooked meat... but simply lacked the patience for it to properly cook first in the end.

His jaw absently comes down on his skewer again, only to bite right through the picked-clean wood. Grunting, Kav spits the remains into the fire and realizes he's consumed the last bite of his prepared food for the time being. Satisfied, recharged, and definitely stronger for it, he begins to truly understand the sensation that Saiyans experienced after eating a large meal or recovering from a tough fight.

Not that this fight had been particularly tough for him. This was definitely a 'Starting Zone' type of world for someone of his strength level, though Kav wouldn't let that stop him from ravaging the place for as much loot as he could possibly get his claws on.

He COULD have pulled more out of the loot sack to eat he supposed, but as he stares over at the Kobold in her helplessly bloated state of gluttony with legs spread wide and tail feebly twitching... it was like a gesturing finger asking him to come fuck her cunt right then and there.

Kav pulls his groin plate off to free his rising and hardening dick and then goes down onto all fours to slowly stalk his way over to his minion and fuck toy. Sniffing and tasting the air as he goes, he can smell her arousal beneath all of the other scents that saturate the area around them. As he gets closer, she in turn senses his approach, stirring and wobbling in place, attempting to look around.

"Master...?"

Her sleepy call out is given a simple response... a raspy hot breath from his maw upon her plump pussy that has her squeaking and gasping before Kav slides his long draconic tongue right up inside of her soaked slit. Aside from the flavor of her honey, there's also sand from the beach too but where that would have ruined the experience entirely if he was still a human, given what his new body can consume, it might as well be salt on the rim of a margarita glass to his taste buds.

Her swollen belly sways from rapid and sharp breaths as he thoroughly tastes and slurps at her cunt. His claws grab and spread her thicc thighs as his fingers stroke over both them as well as her hips and ass.

"Mmmaaaster~"

Her moaning cries are filled with a begging undertone, making it quite clear what she wants from him. And even though his member aches with need and wants nothing more than to be sheathed inside of her, Kav still takes his time, pressing his snout into her saturated slit only for pussy juices to squirt into his face as she loudly cries out in pleasure.

"Sho good... M-Master is sho good to this worthless s-slave..."

He grins and pushes forward with his snout, forcing it deeper into her so that he can in turn push his tongue even deeper into her as well. Her depths taste even better this deep within then they did on the outside and she moans as she desperately finds the strength to hump his snout for further pleasure. Her tail feebly pats against his chest and legs as well.

Finally, he pulls back, much to her involuntary cry of dismay. But before the Kobold can apologize for expressing her disappointment, he dives right back in again, his tongue burrowing even deeper until he finally finds the entrance to her womb at long last, lashing his tongue across her cervix.

His minion's cries grow more insistent and feverish. She begs for him to fill her, to use her, to breed her. She tells him she needs it, that she needs, needs, needs it. Finally, he pulls his snout out of her pussy, releases his hold on her legs, and looms over her belly to look down from above at her face.

Seeing her panting and gasping, seeing the sand she's displaced with her limited movement, seeing the tears leaking down her face from her sheer needs... Kav grins and crawls over her. His muscular, scaled physique slides over her swollen gut with ease as his draconic dick pokes at her soft underbelly. He leans forward and licks at her scaled, horned head as his dick slides and strokes over her barrel-like abdomen, slowly homing in on her cunt.

Now that it's finally happening, the Kobold just whimpers in need beneath him, no longer begging quite so loudly. Her tail finds his hefty ball sack and pats against it to the tempo of her need though and she lets out a little draconic cry of victory when his potent member finally penetrates her puffy pussy lips.

Kav expresses his own pleasure in the form of a low groan as her inside walls clench and wrap around his cock, enveloping him within her folds. Settling his bloated, filled balls upon her wagging tail, allowing it to vibrate and massage them in equal measure, Kav plants his hands on both sides of her head above her shoulders and slowly begins to fuck her.

He drags his dick out from her clenching cunt and then shoves it back in, much to their mutual pleasure. She moans, he groans, and they do it all over again. With each repetition, the familiar response of their bodies locking together has his dick swelling up more and her cunt trying to tighten around it further. She cries out beneath him, expressing her eagerness

and vocal joy to be bred by him and carry his young.

She might as well have said the magic words to be honest. He picks up speed, not slowing down again for a moment as he fucks her into the beach hard enough to slowly create a crater of space around them. As sand is displaced more and more, the Kobold squeals and just takes it, until finally he begins to cum in a rush. His seed explodes into her, spraying ropes of the stuff into her womb. He fills and fills her until her womb is just as bloated as her stomach, leaving her twice as full.

He's not a complete monster though, of course. Once he's done cumming, he rolls them onto their sides, possessively clutching his precious pet against his chest as she rests against him.

One wing arches over and covers his minion as Kavzarion the Dreadful stares up at the night sky overhead. With the gateway, every star represents a potential treasure just waiting for him to claim it for his hoard. This world would be the first to be plundered for loot, treasure, and women, but it would not be the last. Oh no, it would be FAR from the last...

Second Slave

Kavzarion awakens again, but this time to a rather odd sensation, one that speaks of... loss? It takes him a second to realize what's happened. His Kobold Servant is missing! To his human half, it was much like going to bed with his favorite pet by his side, only to wake up alone with the stark realization that that pet was dead and had been for years. To his draconic side, it was much simpler... part of his HOARD was missing.

A rumbling growl and fanged snarl are his answer to this injustice as he rises from where he'd been sleeping. His eyes immediately seek out his loot sack, only to find it where he'd left it. Said eyes narrow as a result. It was a small comfort that the rest of his hoard remained, but he was beginning to understand why dragons were oft-times depicted as awakening and going on a rampage upon discovering even a single coin was missing from their hoards.

Snatching up his loot sack, he tucks it under his left arm and rearms himself with his axe, his shield, and his codpiece. Looking up, Kav ascertains that the night sky above shows the full moon had moved to the opposite side from where it had been. Meaning there was only a few hours left until sunrise.

Looking around the camp, Kav takes stock. The bonfire is still going in the center of the camp and circling around it he finds several of his kobold pet's tracks in the sand. Eventually, he finds a set that begins moving away from the bonfire and the beach altogether, making its way towards the treeline nearby. Her lingering scent also reaches his nostrils and Kav grunts. With how her tracks are so close together, she had to have walked... or more likely waddled away on her own.

His larger, longer strides easily cover the distance she'd traveled in far fewer steps. Soon enough, he reaches the visible line where sandy beach gives way to tropical forest. There, Kav finds a raised mound of sand that mostly covered the scent of buried excrement and urine. Right, so she'd left him to take care of business. That was understandable. What he didn't understand was why she hadn't returned to him after answering the call of nature.

Claw prints lead him toward a particularly rough looking tree that's coated in her scent and a closer look reveals gravel pattern patches of shed skin are stuck to the bark. Hm, depending on how much she had to shed and scrape off her body, this could justify taking a while. But this wasn't the entire body or even a large section worth of skin so he still didn't-

Hauntingly beautiful singing becomes distantly audible to his ears, causing Kav's eyes to narrow. More sound and noise than words, but nonetheless gives him the answer he seeks. He can feel it even now, the very light pull on his mind. His chest rumbles with a growl that his damnable simple-minded slave had been enthralled by the singing of some sort of predator with such abilities. Harpies, Mermaids, Sirens... or something else.

Regardless, his clawed hand squeezes the hand of his great axe and his mouth chomps down with snapping teeth. He was prepared to kill whatever had taken what was HIS and feast

upon their remains... and frankly, he didn't actually care what order those two things happened in.

Shutting his eyes tightly, Kav listens to the singing. He doesn't let it truly affect him of course, not like it could if it wanted to. He would never be enthralled by such a pitiful thing. Still, he lets the melody ping on his senses, lets it pull at him and slowly turns his body towards the direction it's coming from.

Finally, he opens his eyes... and immediately groans in exasperation as he finds himself staring at the cave entrance that his portal had used as a manifestation point. Kav bangs his head against the back of his tower shield a few times and growls at himself.

"Of-fucking-course."

Trekking over to the entrance, the song slowly gains in volume as he moves up to the cave and then enters. Even as the melody grows stronger, trying far harder to pull and tug on his mind, he's not worried about being enthralled. He's a dragon after all, and you did not enthrall a dragon.

As it turns out, this is no simple cavern, but a full-blown cave system. The song echoes through the cave tunnels too and Kav might have actually gotten lost if not for the fact that his missing minion proved to be useful even in her ineptitude. Patches of shed scales have been scraped off onto the stone walls of the tunnel around him, giving Kav an easy trail to follow.

Fortunately, the cave system also doesn't get too tight of a space for him, which is a real threat given his bulk and the size of his equipment and gear. After more than a few twists and turns worthy of an underground tourist trap back in his old life, he turns a corner and discovers a golden glow illuminating the last portion of the tunnel which in turn opens up into a bigger cavern.

Rushing forward in anticipation, he lunges into the open ready for a fight... only to skip to a halt at the sight that awaits him. Gold. Not gold as far as the eye can see, of course. Not gold in a similar vein to say, Smaug's hoard from The Hobbit. But still... gold. And plenty of it too. Multiple mounds of gold and treasure await Kavzarion as his eyes sweep back and forth over the small treasure hoard, his gaze zooming in on various pieces.

This wasn't a dragon's hoard, Kav notes with an almost professional eye for such things. No, this was a pirate's hoard.

Well... now it was HIS hoard. But it would need to be transferred back to Kav's lair first and foremost. Once he retrieved his submissive slave they could get to work transporting it all! A broad smile spreads across Kav's face as he gazes out at all the treasure. Frankly, he was in such a good mood that he might just spare whatever drew them here! Yes, he would be merciful and let the creature live on... as his own personal pet songbird!

-x-X-x-

With a lot more pep in his step then before, Kav passes by the mounds of gold and treasure. His human side was lost in the imaginary sounds of a slot machine hitting a monumental jackpot and paying it out. His draconic side was actually taking the lead for once as a result, surprisingly focused on retrieving HIS precious property first and THEN taking inventory of his newest acquisitions.

The singing, no longer deluded by distance or echoing tunnels, continues to elude his ability to understand the words. Though, Kav now realized that was more due to the style of the singing rather than any language barriers. The melody was comparable to opera singing in his plebian opinion, where the words were lost in the sound of the voice dragging them out.

He remembered there being one character in the newest Castlevania anime series that could sing like this... even after being turned into a monster.

Finally, his search by hearing and scent leads him down to a dock that he hadn't noticed before. A hidden pirate cove it seemed. All of the wealth had drawn the majority of his attention and the singing had drowned out the noise of waves lapping at the dock. Now, the sight gives him flashbacks to the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie.

Finally, Kav stops walking upon finding his target... or rather, targets. The sight, when he finally lays eyes on it, causes him to chuckle in amusement. His Kobold Servant is unharmed and currently sitting down in front of a very large golden birdcage suspended over the water. His slave's tail sways back and forth as she watches, enthralled by the melody. Meanwhile, in the cage itself, there's a literal songbird. Or rather, an avian-type siren. Not quite a harpy he doesn't think. But then again, what did he know about this world and its names?

He takes in the thick talons that grip the bar of the golden swing within the cage. They in turn support what can only be described as dummy thicc drumstick legs and thighs. The siren has an exaggerated hourglass figure that overshadows the paunch of her belly, showing off that she'd been well fed over the course of her long captivity.

Taloned hands clutch, separate, spread, and then come back together in front of her bouncing, heaving bosom as she sings. Her face is that of elven beauty with long ears and her eyes are closed while her lips move to let out such a beautiful melody. She has golden hair mixed with golden feathers that trail down from her head and large, golden wings flare and stretch out as much as they can behind her back.

His split mind finds itself at odds with itself yet again. On the one hand, his human side is attracted to her naked, voluptuous figure. On the other hand, his draconic side is far more interested in her singing and feathers and currently wondering if a bath in his healing spring might make her dulled wings shine all the brighter.

Of course, in the end it didn't really matter very much now did it? Either way, he would be taking her and that oversized birdcage with him. They were just two more treasures to add onto the pile. Besides, who DIDN'T purchase a cool soundtrack here or there to have playing in the background of one's home base and lair in an RPG? She would make for an excellent addition to his collection.

First however, he was still more than a little upset over all of this. Sure, it was all turning out better than he could ever have imagined... but all the same, he unleashes the restraint he's currently showing and releases a loud growling snarl that echoes throughout the chamber.

Immediately, his kobold slave flinches out of her enthrallment with a cry and turns in his direction, wide-eyed. At the same time, the avian siren squawks in fright, beating her wings and slamming as far back into her cage as she can get away from him. The impact sends it swinging as bones and other food refuse rattle against the barred bottom before plopping down into the water beneath her.

"Master!"

Immediately and without reservation, his servant begins groveling before him and apologizing profusely.

"W-Whatever I did Master, I'm so, so sorry! Forgive this worthless slave, p-please! O-Or don't and consume this worthless s-slave's flesh for her failures! I-... ah... um... w-where are we, Master?"

Finally realizing that she has no idea where she is or how she got here, his minion looks around in confusion even as Kav steps up to her side, stretches out his left arm, and drops the loot sack on top of her. As the kobold goes quiet in her efforts to put it on, Kav focuses on the swinging birdcage and its terrified occupant. Her ample chest rapidly rises and falls in fright as she gibbers and whimpers.

Kav, meanwhile, waits for the birdcage to stop swinging. He stands quietly, like a statue, allowing the siren to calm down enough to return to her golden perch. Only then does he take a step forward and begin to speak.

"You enthralled and lured my servant away from-!"

"I-I apologize your magnificent lordship! It was not my intent-!"

When she interrupts him with a shrieking cry, begging for forgiveness, she receives a snarling hiss from his sharp, fang-filled maw in response. Immediately, the avian siren shuts up and ducks into herself. Her wings come around to try and hide her from her sight... or rather, they try to anyways. It had likely been a long time since her body was skinny enough for her wings to completely cover her. Still, Kav nods and continues where he left off.

"I originally intended to unleash my wrath upon the thief that dared to steal a portion of MY Hoard from me."

The songbird's body and feathers tremble as her fear scent spikes. She whimpers and quietly cries. Meanwhile, his minion makes a noise of excitement as she presses into his left leg, now given proof that he meant what he'd said during their first fucking. Kav lets his tail curl possessively around the kobold as the tension builds in the ensuing silence. Until finally...

"However!"

The shaking siren stills in place.

"That was before I discovered all of this additional wealth to be added to my hoard. As well as so easily reclaimed what had been taken from me."

Carefully, the avian monster girl peeks out from the feathered fortress she's trying to craft with her wings, peeking at him hopefully.

"Furthermore, it would be quite boorish of me to punish you for merely following your siren nature. Especially given your current confinement."

He finishes up by rapping his knuckles upon the bars of her cage, only to let out a considering hum as he focuses more on the cage itself. Instinctively, he knew something wasn't right with the material.

"A-Ah... ah... ah... your... l-lordship."

She begins by acknowledging his superiority and her inferiority, drawing his attention back to her as she flaunts her body to him in a submissive curtsy that causes her assets to rise and fall like that of a great wave.

"W-What... what will you do with me then?"

She's cooing now, pressing her jumbo jugs together between his arms. The sight makes Kav laugh at how hard she's desperately seeking his attention.

"Hmph. If only you listened as well as you sang."

Turning his attention back to her cage, he scratches at the thick lock on the cage door.

"I already said, didn't I? I claim all of this wealth for myself. For MY hoard. That isn't just limited to gold and treasure, you know."

His declaration is filled with draconic intent, pressing upon her his possessiveness and letting her know... she has no chance of escaping him now that he's decided she belongs to him as part of his hoard. In response, the siren gasps and flushes under his leering gaze for a moment and as he inhales her scent, his long tongue slips out of his toothy maw to wave at her.

Finally though, Kav turns his attention back to the lock he's been scratching at... and he sneers at what he's discovered. Underneath the gold veneer that coats the cage's bars is a dark metal... the value of the siren's cage just plummeted to absolutely nothing. It's a gilded birdcage, not a golden one.

CRACK!

With a snarl, he breaks the lock under the strength of his draconic rage and the birdcage door swings open. His new siren flinches at first in the face of the explosion of violence, but when

he steps back and gestures to the open space beyond, she perks up.

"Not to worry though. I know full well that a songbird sings best when she is happiest."

That declaration sees the siren's eyes widening in astonishment and with trembling trills, she climbs out of her prison on shaky wings and shaky legs in the first time in who knew how long... before taking flight a moment later.

-x-X-x-

Kav reclines, having relocated himself and his kobold to the largest mound of gold coins in the pirate hoard. Settling onto it like a combination of a high-quality La-Z-Boy and a beanbag of wealth, he relies on his draconic instincts to shift his body into the perfect position of comfort and 'rightness'. The sensations were vaguely similar to the feeling he got back in his past life from freshly made and still-warm bedding.

His tail still possessively curled around his slave, Kav glances over at her to see that she's completely nodded off at this point. His minion clings to his curled tail for safely, like a blanket one might hold onto with all their might so the monsters under the bed can't get them in the night. Only, for her the threat was very real, as she'd discovered when she'd wound up enthralled by a siren of all things.

His axe, shield, and codpiece all rest on top of the gold mound next to his current seat and Kav very much feels like a mob boss of some sorts. One surrounded by guns, cash, and his woman... as well as a new one showing off for him before he fucked her for the first time.

The siren, for instance, has spent the last several minutes slowly flying around the cavern above his newly acquired treasure hoard, joyfully singing her heart out. It reminded him of some scenes from certain anime where the protagonist was doing something awesome in their point of view... only for it to show from a bystander's point of view that they were a lot less impressive than they believed themselves to be.

Indeed, her attempts at aerial stunts or any kind of agility continued to be thrown off by the added weight of her amplified assets. Save for anything that involved diving, she was kind of... well, pants at it all. Or maybe just incredibly rusty. She certainly dived really well, though she needed frantic flapping from her wings to stop from crashing into the gold piles under her.

The show revealed the plentiful plumage of her prodigious profile and what he originally believed to be ankle length hair was actually butt length hair that met her tail feathers.

Of course, Kav held no worries about her attempting to flee from him. He could easily run her down on foot and he could see her already visibly tiring and straining with her efforts to continue flying about. Put simply, her time in captivity had not been kind to her.

Suddenly, the avian siren pauses in midflight, looking around rapidly for a moment before spying his form. More specifically, her eyes latch onto his draconic dick and she hastily begins descending towards him.

Probably faster than she intended to because she rather quickly stirs up a bit of a gusty whirlwind from rapid wing beasts as she attempts to stop from crashing into him. The result is that she shows off her naked cunt and egg-bearing heavy hips along with her reddened, sweaty body before finally managing to land right in front of him on her thick talons.

Her proud pose over having managed to do this lasts only for a second before she tops breast first into him and his couch of capital. Hm. Her hair and wings really did look dulled in comparison to the shiny coinage she now found herself amongst. She might have been golden, but she certainly didn't measure up to real gold. At least, not yet. He still had high hopes that she could be rejuvenated by his hidden healing spring.

A slight draconic grumble leaves his throat at the mess she's made with her landing, but honestly her silliness is ignorable by sheer virtue of her being part of his hoard. It still takes her several minutes of just breathing and recovering where she lays before she can finally lift her head... and immediately go cross-eyed and wide-eyed at the sight of his massive draconic power pole standing at attention right in front of her face.

Her talons dig into the money mound beneath them both and she crawls up towards him with panting breaths and a drooling mouth. Shaking her ample assets and flexing her wings and plumage to draw his eyes and keep his attention on her. She croons as she gets closer and in turn Kav releases an appreciative vocal rumble from deep in his chest, spreading his legs wider to receive her and flexing his mighty member.

She would, of course, be expected to service him first before she could hope to earn the right to mount or be mounted by him in turn. He hoped she understood that, but he wasn't about disciplining her if she didn't. Fortunately for his new songbird, she releases an eager trill and hastily ascends the last bit of distance between them to push her face against his impressive equipment.

Sniffing and breathing in deeply of his musk has the siren shaking hard enough that her bountiful booty jiggles from over her head. Finally, she releases a reverberating cry, one that vibrates one of his massive balls with tingling pleasure before she does the same with the second one as well. Kav shifts in groaning pleasure, pressing his back into the gold pile beneath him and pushing his hefty balls further up into her face.

She quickly begins lapping at his scaled sack before opening her mouth wide. One eye peeks out from around his immense girth, confidently staring up at him as she wraps her mouth around one of his jumbo-sized jewels. Muffled moaning emits from her mouth as she sucks on it for a few moments and Kav releases a breath of pleasure as she hums into his ball sack with an even stronger tingling vibration.

His dick slaps against her cheek as his libido spikes from having one of his engorged nuts suddenly being sucked, lipped, and gummed in its oh-so-sensitive state. Finally, she releases it and performs an encore on his other testicle. Hah, no wonder sirens were able to cause sailors to willingly shipwreck themselves. Even the ones who weren't outright doing it to kill the sailors seemed to have a way of making the survivors come to them and never want to leave. Well, Kav could certainly understand where that desire was coming from at this point.

With both of his baby factories put into overdrive production by the siren's sucking, his songbird releases them and lifts up her massive melons to engulf his draconic, ridged member instead. Only to squawk a moment later with the realization that even the size of her ample cleavage isn't enough to swallow up his mighty member as it towers over the mountains that are her massive mammaries.

As amusing a sight as the look on her face is, Kav's patience has its limits. And those limits are far shorter now that he's a dragonkin. He didn't have any more patience for her wasting time trying to figure out how to make this work, truth be told. Instead, he reaches out and his hands come up under her arms, clutching around the sides of her ample chest and lifting her up.

In response, her talons clutch at his armored arms but she doesn't resist, even as he pulls her forward slightly and shifts her jumbo jugs to hang down more. They're still pressed around his member by the confinement his hold on her body creates, but now her mouth was in spitting distance of the head of his cock. Or rather... in licking distance.

Crooning again, the siren leans forward and begins to tongue the crown of his cock. Lapping at the beads of precum her efforts have stirred up, she moans in happiness. Meanwhile, Kav lowers her slightly, bringing her lips within range so she could properly kiss and suck on his member and-

His eyes widen as instead of kissing, her lips buzz with vibrating pleasure. His hold on her slips slightly at that and his cockhead winds up stuffed into his songbird's mouth. Even as he squeezes her a little tighter in response, the siren seems almost too distracted by his dick to notice. She only becomes more eager too, a muffled moan that vibrates not just her mouth but also her breasts sending a surge of fresh sensations to go up and down his dick.

Finding a rhythm is rather easy from there as Kav raises her up and down so she can worship his draconic dick in her tribute of a combined blowjob, boobjob, and sonic job all at once. There's nothing like it, he quickly realizes. She is, hands down, the absolute best cock sucker he ever could have found. She was built for it even.

Her body feels amazing too, with her breasts wrapped around his dick and her mouth wrapped around his cockhead and her vibrating moans filling him up. It's honestly a bit too much for him and he finds himself frustratingly tipping over the edge far too fast for his tastes. In the end, she manages to make him cum without him fully intending to. At the very least, Kav cums far earlier than he expected.

Of course, in response, his new songbird learns that you can very much have too much of a good thing. His cock isn't even stuffed down her throat... in fact, she's technically in the perfect position to drink his seed down gulp after gulp, theoretically. However, she's not ready for his volume. No one possibly can be. He cums and cums and in turn her cheeks rapidly puff out. Even with her attempts to rapidly gulp it down on account of the amazing taste, she can't quite do it. His seed winds up exploding out of both her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as Kav ejaculates, causing her to get her face and breasts painted with his essence before he's even half-done cumming.

Ultimately, a lot of gold winds up sticky and slimy with his jizz, but Kav isn't too worried about that. If he orders it, he's confident that his kobold minion will literally lick and clean and spit polish every single gold of his hoard for him... and she'll love doing it too, the little freak.

In the end, Kav finds himself satisfied with the siren's services so far. Very satisfied. As she rests upon his larger body and begins cleaning herself, he lounges back and considers her, his new hoard, and the future all at once.

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