Chapter 0 - The dragon and the cult

It was another day in the peaceful, remote kobold village of Corys, in the temperate region of Tasus. It was too far and isolated to strike interest from potential invaders; in fact, it was too small and isolated to even exist on the official maps. Of course, it was peaceful according to Kobold standard; there was long expedition on the outside, to battle the rare adventurers, but these were quite uncommon.

But was it really that peaceful? The once present tranquility that once reigned was now replaced by the nameless voices of a crowd; but even these couldn’t dominate the strong voice that originally broke the silence. It originated from a modest building that was still more impressive than the rest of the buildings. The interior didn’t betray the expectations; it was simple, and yet in a way elegant, made for someone of a more important status.

The voice originated from a room in the center; in it where present several people and among them was Iskim, wondering how he got trapped in such a situation… Standing four feet five, a giant among his kin, his gold blackish scales and his small ivory colored horns weakly reflecting the daylight; he was an exception, of colour and size, different from all his kin… but that didn’t stop him from carving his path to warrior hood, reaching the position he was now occupying, so close to the chief. And yet, now… he thought, controlling himself, stopping his emotions from appearing on his long, crocodilian like snout.

«Don’t you realise the honor of such a ritual? Why do you insist in refusing it?»

The chef was maybe smaller than him, but charisma didn’t always depend on height; there was a power behind his voice that even Iskim couldn’t resist, even though he wasn’t agreeing to the proposal.

«Couldn’t you ask another villager to partake in this ritual? My absence could let this village in grave danger, after all…»
He stared at the chief, waiting for an answer; the crowd was silent, everybody forming it trying to make itself scarce, in case the chief would change his mind. The chief chuckled and hold his stare, testing him; he had respect for all his warriors, but they should know who was in charge…

«You’re the only that haves the strength and stamina to pass the ritual; you wouldn’t want to disappoint our god, wouldn’t you? The consequence on the village could be quite disastrous; it is in our best interest to obey»

Iskim stayed silent; the logic was implacable… If he disagreed with it, then he would indeed put the settlement in danger; but if he agreed, then he would be following a path he didn’t desire…  There was no escape to the dilemma that faced him; he had to follow the orders and face the trial ahead.

He left the building, resigned; the crowd followed him, whispering all around him, eyeing his every moves.  He wished they stopped, but he knew that was impossible; after all, he had a mission now, a mission that no one else could accomplish… he could call himself a hero in some kind of way, but it wasn’t a heroic act; it was the faithful duty of a follower toward his deity. He always had faith and respect toward the benevolent force that protected and regulated their life, but he was afraid of going forward; of those that were called, none never spoke of the experience… What was the sacrifice they had to make? Or was it something else? He wasn’t sure, but didn’t feel like finding it so soon.

He didn’t need anything, thus hasting his depart from the village; the sanctuary was a little higher in the mountain, not too far from the settlements. After all, they needed to be close to the one that protected them.

It was inside a cavern; a large natural construction, it was deep and dark from the entrance point of view; he knew that any cavern always gives that impression at first, but he didn’t care much; he had a good vision in the dark, thanks to some traits that his kin shared. He entered it; it was much bigger then he could image it, the walls filled with religious scribbling made by the priest of several generations; the oldest always been refreshed while some others were being added with time.

He could hear breathing; he was getting closer to the god chamber… He was nervous; was he worthy enough to face his creator? It wasn’t the time anymore to question himself; all he could do is advance and face his fate.
His god was there, in mortal form, waiting for him, in all his glory. His red scales shining in the light by a fire lighted in the room, his wings, as long as his body, were folded against his slender, massive yet muscular body.

Iskim could feel the god stares at him, evaluating him; he bowed in front of him, getting no reaction.  It was proper behavior to behave like this in front of the creator being, but he didn’t understand why the deity didn’t speak yet.

«So you are the one they chose this year; not a bad one at all… really good choice in fact; but before the ritual start, I must ask: are you ready to serve your deity?»

The dragon god stared at him, as if he wanted to read his mind; he was petrified. Not of fear, but of respect and admiration, for the greater being was a sight that was never incarnated in another being.

«Then let me prepare you for the ritual»

He moved toward him; Iskim didn’t react when he saw the paws move on him, getting a hold on him. He knew that it was a part of the ritual and there was no point in questioning the ceremony ahead. He did feel strange when the dragon used a claw to tear his shirt with ease, taking his time to remove it.   He felt the paws of the dragon rubbing his chest; he was a little afraid, but the caress felt nice and it soon reassured him, making him drop his guard completely. He closed his eyes and let the god have his way with him; the running paws on his scales made him feel wonderful… and when he felt the other paw, moving toward his crotch, he didn’t react; after all, the god knew what he was doing.  It didn’t take long for his pants to go the same way his shirt did, for the dragon wasn’t the most patient explorer around.

«Much better; but there is still preparations to be done.»

Iskim wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he knew that he needed to obey; as he felt the pressure to bend down, he offered no resistance, standing on all fours. It’s then that the dragon placed his paws near his tail hole, stretching it a bit and holding it in place.
He felt something wet and warm tease the entrance of his tail hole; the dragon was rimming him, teasing his entrance, enjoying the reaction he was causing.  Deeper he went, louder were the moans of his servant, making his cock rise out of his sheath; he could feel that he was ready for more, but he needed to make sure before…

«Get closer»

Iskim turned around and watched his god, his leg spread, his shaft erected, waiting. There was no need for words, as Iskim grabbed the dragon’s cock and started licking, savoring the exquisite flavor of his god flesh, his tongue running on the length, teasing the head and fondling it. It was too big for him to put it in his maw, but that didn’t stop him from stroking it while he sucked the tip, prodding the entrance, savoring the drop of pre cum as the nectar it was. To hear the deity growl was enough reward for him, feeling the weight of the paws holding his head in place. He was surprised when his head was pushed aside; wasn’t he worthy enough?

«Climb on»

He looked at the dragon with big eyes; if it was too big for his maw, he would be too big for any other region… but he had to try, to please his deity. He climbed on the dragon, positioning itself right on top of the draconic cock. He rubbed his tail hole against the tip, feeling it enter him, but also feeling the limits of his body. He grinded against it, trying to make it slide deeper inside him, but the resistance was too great to let it progress further. He didn’t let his spirit sink; he nearly removed himself and plunged back on the tip, trying to keep a reasonable pace.
Iskim grid his teeth and pushed harder, succeeding in letting more the dragon’s shaft inside him, but not completely. He could hear the deep growl of his god, making him go faster; after all, he wanted more, more of the delicious sounds.

As the dragon roared, he could feel the semen fill him, making him reach his threshold; it realised why no one talked about their experience… no one could be as good as their deity. But he was ashamed that he couldn’t take the entire length inside him.

«You are promising; with a little training, you will able to take my entire length inside you… Since you will be here for a year, there will be plenty of time…»
 