Iko sat on the edge of a cliff and looked down into a truly gargantuan cavern. His eyes glittered almost as much as the vast ocean of riches spread out before him. Mountainous piles of coins, gold, and gems covered the floor as far as the little kobold could see in the flickering orange shine of a handful of braziers that were scattered around the vaultlike cave, and on the tallest of all the heaps lay a hulking, crimson-scaled dragon, the owner of this otherworldly wealth.

Fortunately, the imposing beast was fast asleep, snugly wrapped in its own wings, and the sneaky kobold had spared no effort to keep it that way. He was wearing flat, woolly boots and gloves on his clawed feet and hands, and he had masked his natural scent with a special perfume he had crafted from dissolved gold and silver. He even soaked his tools in the same essence and painted his usually blue scales a shiny gold. That way, the dragon would neither smell nor hear him coming. 

After tying his climbing rope around the ledge of the rocky cave entrance, Iko slowly rappelled down the sixty feet to the gleaming, gold-covered floor. Then he cautiously put down a bag and skimmed his vicinity for the most valuable treasures. A pair of egg-sized rubies here, an assortment of ancient gold coins here, a gem-studded goblet a few feet further, every single item grew the smile on his muzzle as he carefully swaddled them with pieces of cloth to keep them safe and quiet inside his bag.

However, while the kobold tried his best not to make any noise, even breathing as quietly as he could, his excitement eventually got the better of him. After all, every single item in his bag was worth more than everything he had ever stolen so far combined! Losing track of his long tail for only a split second, he accidentally knocked over a stack of coins, and the noisy clinking that followed made him freeze up, his winning grin twisting into a pained grimace. "Ah, shit," he gasped under his breath, clutching his unruly tail against his chest, but the damage was done.

A deep, rumbling growl echoed through the cavernous halls as its big, mighty ruler woke from his slumber. The primal sound sent an ice-cold shiver down Iko's spine, and he hastily grabbed his bounty. "Fuck, come on, you stupid string. Get in there!" he cursed as he struggled to tie the bag to his belt. Then he turned around and dashed toward his escape rope, stirring a tinkling spray of coins and baubles with every step.

Another fierce snort reached the kobold's ears, informing him that the beast had begun to look for him. Fortunately, he was well-practiced in the art of running away, and he climbed up his rope with almost effortless dexterity. All the while, he kept his eyes turned toward the lumbering dragon as he shuffled across the piles of gold, sniffing the air in an attempt to locate him. "Where are you, you pesky thief? Show yourself if you don't want me to incinerate on the spot," the creature growled with a voice as powerful as thunder, but his fierce demeanor couldn't hide the fact that he had not a single clue where Iko was.

By the time the owner of the hoard finally located Iko, the thief had almost reached the ledge of the cave entrance and was about to disappear into the darkness. The grin on the kobold's snout couldn't have been more jubilant. He had successfully tricked a dragon! He was rich now! He was set for life!

"What do you think you're doing?! Nobody steals from Master and gets away with it!" an indignant snarl interrupted Iko's triumphant feeling, and when he snapped his head around, he spotted another of his kind in the cave entrance above him. A chubby, red-scaled kobold glared at him, naked to his scales aside from two dozen rings, bracelets, and necklaces. He had three strange black marks on his belly and a ceremonial, diamond-studded blade in his claws, which he moved toward the end of Iko's escape rope with unambiguous intent.

"H-hey, who are you? What are you doing there? Stop that!" Iko yelled, but the other male ignored him and started to cut the rope. "N-no, hold on! I'll give you half of my bounty if you stop!"

"We don't negotiate with thieves," the red kobold hissed.

"Ninety percent!"

Iko's offer only encouraged the other male to cut faster, but the thief managed to climb over the ledge just in time before the rope snapped and fell down into the roaring dragon's lair. With his heart pounding and adrenaline pumping through his veins, he hastily picked himself up and stumbled past the strange red kobold before he got on any other dumb ideas with that knife. "Rot in hell, you fucking lunatic!"

Unfortunately, Iko didn't even reach the first bend of the tunnel, as two more red-scaled kobolds emerged from the shadows and blocked his way. "Fuck, there's more of you?" the thief blurted out. He successfully evaded the first male's attempt to grapple him, only for the other one to slam into him with his full body and knock him over.

Iko groaned as he crashed onto the ground, and he squealed with pain when one of his attackers dropped onto him and crudely yanked his arms and tail behind his back. Before he knew it, they tied him up with a chain of solid gold, and no matter how hard he squirmed, it wouldn't budge. "What are you doing with me? Let me go!"

The kobold with the knife knelt in front of Iko and growled, "Master will decide your fate."

"Master? What master? What are you talking about?" Iko yelled, but instead of answering, the other kobolds forced a gold-plated gag into his muzzle, turning his protest into defiant whines. Then they hoisted him onto their shoulders and carried him into the dark, winding cave system. The hope that they would take him outside was dashed a few minutes later, however, when the flickering, eerie glow of the dragon's underground lair enveloped him once again and the thief's eyes widened in fear as he realized that the lair's owner was right in front of him.

Tall as a tree and as long as a mid-sized barge with a matching pair of majestic wings, armed with pearly white teeth long as swords and shining black claws like sickles, the crimson-scaled beast returned Iko's terrified gaze from huge, slitted golden eyes. The kobold whimpered as the others set him down and removed his gag, and he desperately tried to squirm away from the dragon, but he froze completely when the scaly monster raised his thundering voice. "Are you the one who attempted to steal from my hoard?"

Trembling like aspen leaf and with his muzzle dry as sand, Iko hastily shook his head.

The dragon bent toward the tied kobold, gusts of uncomfortably hot air emerging from the beast's flared nostrils as he sniffed him. "You smell of gold, thief," he growled. Then he wrapped his menacing claws around Iko's bag of treasure, shredding it like paper to expose its sparkling content. "And you carry parts of my treasure with you."

Iko swallowed nervously, trying to avoid eye contact with the hulking dragon as he almost passed out with fear. "Y-yes. S-sorry. I'm s-so sorry! It won't happen again, I promise! Just, please, let me go."

The crimson beast shook his head and burst into throaty chuckles, the other kobolds joining with gleeful giggles. "No. Absolutely not. I can't just let you go, thief."

"N-no? B-but what are you going to do instead?" Iko whimpered.

"You have two options, kobold," the dragon purred and licked his lips, a devilish twinkle in his serpentine eyes. "Either you defy me and join my belly. Or you submit to me and join my hoard."

"S-submit to you? Join y-your hoard?"

"Yes. You will call me your Master and serve me just like the ones who caught you," the dragon explained. Then he dug his claws into the closest pile of gold and poured the coins and jewelry over the shackled kobold. "In return, you get to enjoy all the wealth around you however you like."

Iko cast a reluctant glance at the red-scaled kobolds around him, trying to spot any signs that their master was abusing or mistreating them, but he found nothing except the strange black mark on their bellies. Aside from that, they looked healthier and much better fed than his skinny self. All three were downright plump with smooth, shiny scales and adorned with more jewelry than he had ever held in his claws. Plus, now that he was no longer running from them, he couldn't help but notice that each of them was packing massive sheaths and testes.

Too scared to even think about the other option, the bound kobold ultimately relented with a nod and a sigh, "In that case, I will submit."

"To whom will you submit, thief?" the dragon asked with a smirk.

"To you, M-master," Iko muttered.

"Splendid. Welcome to the hoard," the towering beast cooed and flipped Iko onto his back with one claw. Then he placed his entire foot on his torso.

"W-what are you d-doing there, M-master?" the kobold stammered as the dragon pushed him down with uncomfortable force, and he squirmed and whined as the claws started to heat up.

"I'm making you mine, kobold," the dragon growled. "Now take a deep breath and relax. This will only hurt for a moment."

Iko howled and tears flowed down his cheeks as the heat surged from unpleasant to completely unbearable. Thick, acrid black smoke enveloped his face as the monster's scorching claws singed away his clothes, and his whole body felt like it was on fire, but the pain soon started to dull, and when his new master lifted his foot, his body had remained fully intact where not a scrap of his apparel had survived. Even his shackles had melted away from the heat. The layer of gold he had painted onto his scales had vanished as well, and his formerly azure scales had turned a rich shade of red with three black streaks where the dragon's claws had pinned him down. With a stunned choke, he whimpered, "W-what did you do to me?"

"As I already said, I made you mine, just as I made the others mine by bestowing upon you my mark, which makes you resistant to my heat and fire," the beast responded. Then he rolled onto his side and redirected Iko's attention to his crotch with a wave of his claws.

The dragon was endowed with a truly gargantuan package. Each of his swollen, sweat-soaked crimson balls was bigger than the kobold's entire body, and the beast's loose sheath seemed more than large enough for him to crawl inside, a glistening sliver of black hinting at the monstrous girth that slumbered inside. "Now show me how much your words really mean and service me, thief."

Iko cast a reluctant look at the other kobolds, wondering what misfortune had driven each of them into this dragon's lair. At the same time, he couldn't help but notice their excitement, their tails wagging and their eyes gleaming as they bounced and drooled in anticipation.

"No, you stay back. He has to prove himself first," the dragon said, holding back the most eager of the three other kobolds with his claw.

"S-sorry, Master," the little male apologized.

"Don't be. I appreciate your enthusiasm, but for now, I need you to stand back and watch," the beast chuckled and turned his slitted golden eyes toward Iko. "Go ahead, thief. We're waiting."

Iko swallowed nervously as he inspected the dragon's huge, sweaty package, hesitating for another moment before he bowed to the inevitable reality. He had gambled high and lost everything, and this was his fate. Sluggishly, he stumbled closer, only to pause and choke when the first whiff of the beast's thick, unapologetically intense reptilian musk hit his nostrils.

"Don't worry. You'll get used to it, thief," the dragon purred with the smuggest smile while the kobolds beside him were completely entranced by the sight. Their eyes were glued to their master's monstrous endowments, drool dripping from their open muzzles, and they had grown fully erect, each of them flaunting a ridged, tapered pink cock as stiff as diamond and as big as Iko's entire forearm.

The enthusiasm of the dragon's other servants was oddly encouraging, as they had all been in Iko's spot before and ended up loving it. Not to mention the unthinkable alternative that loomed over his horned head like a sharp sword, so the kobold collected himself as best he could and carried on, trying not to breathe in too deeply. It didn't help much, though, because he was still flooded with so much of the beast's smoky, acrid stench that he could taste it in his mouth. It made him gag and choke like he was stuck inside a blazing forest fire, his eyes tearing up and his brain struggling to process the sensory overload, but he pushed on. He eventually lost his balance and dropped down to all fours, but he kept crawling until he reached the edge of the beast's massive sheath.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Iko's new master growled with a toothy grin. "Now keep going. We're only done here once you've made me cum~"

The kobold let out a distracted whine, especially since he faced the next major obstacle. Thick and armored with scales, the dragon's sheath looked like he could bludgeon someone to death with it, and Iko doubted that his master could even feel it when he pressed his hand against it. Nevertheless, he gave it his best shot, rubbing and stroking the hot, sweat-soaked tissue in the hopes of eliciting a reaction while trying not to choke on the male's rank musk. The only response he received, however, was an amused chuckle.

"Don't be shy. You're allowed to be a little more forceful than that, thief," the beast remarked, teasingly stretching the edge of his crimson sheath with a claw to show off the tapered black tip inside.

Iko wasn't prepared for the sudden movement and he slipped with a squeak, accidentally plunging his whole head into the dragon's spacious sheath, only to be hit by the full intensity of his overpowering scent. He coughed and choked, feeling like the beast's ungodly stench was about to break something inside him. Then something touched his back, and before he could extract his muzzle from the beast's sheath, it grabbed him and shoved him all the way into his tight, dark sheath.

Trapped in between firm, tough scales and the spiny, ridged tip of his master's penis, the kobold could barely move anymore, but he still squirmed with all his might in an ultimately futile attempt to escape the moist, sweaty, and mind-breakingly musky heat. His desperate struggle finally managed to elicit a lustful groan from the hulking beast, and the gargantuan fuck meat next to Iko jumped to life with a powerful pulse. It knocked all air from his lungs, leaving him no other choice than to take another deep breath of the dragon's raw, unfiltered musk right from the source, which was so overwhelming that he nearly passed out.

When Iko eventually recovered his senses, something new was pressing against his back. The beast had begun to stroke his sheath with one talon, squeezing and mashing the trapped male against the stiff, swollen spines of his growing rod. A cacophony of wet smacks and squelches rang in the little male's ears as he was bathed in his master's hot, sticky juices, marinated in his sweat and pre until he smelled like dragon dick from horn to tail, inside and out.

The kobold endured the assault on his senses for about a minute before his mind melted down completely. With a choked whine, he succumbed to an unexpected orgasm that turned out to be the most intense one of his life. The relief was as great as the wads of cum he fired into the damp, dark cave that was his master's sheath, and it was as if he was squirting out his decency, sanity, and all his intelligence with it until he was only a horny, needy husk of himself. Corrupted and musk-broken, he wrapped his arms around the dragon's gargantuan cock and started humping his squirting pecker against it as he craved more of that otherworldly pleasure.

"There we go. The only thing you'll be stealing from now on is my cum, thief," the dragon chuckled and tugged on his sheath with a claw, jiggling on it just enough to dislodge the trapped kobold.

With a goopy splat and a disoriented groan, Iko slipped free and landed on a pile of gold, still breathing heavily and spurting out a few more ropes of his seed. Thanks to his efforts, Master had grown fully erect, a gargantuan, spine-studded black rod jutting from his sheath that was three times his size. Steaming and steeped in sweat and pre, it begged for his attention with every throb, and this time, the kobold didn't hesitate a heartbeat to indulge it. He pulled himself up and stumbled toward his master's giant fuck meat with insatiable hunger, climbing upside down onto it, rubbing it with his hands, feet, and tail, and humping against it with eager whines, all while he pressed his snout against it, licking the slick, hot skin and sucking on the stiff, swollen spines.

As Iko worshiped Master's cock with fervent devotion, he slowly slid down toward the tip, and before he knew it, he was grinding his tiny, dripping pecker against the dragon's urethra. Thanks to its size, it naturally glided into the spacious hole on his next thrust, and although he had just cummed, he couldn't help but fuck Master's penis with all his passion. The beast made no attempt to stop him. On the contrary, as Iko's member was too small to make much of an impact, the dragon waved at the other kobolds and invited them with a warm purr, "You've waited long enough. Please, come and join us~"

Their master didn't have to ask the kobolds twice. All three hurried forward as if racing each other, and the one that reached the dragon's dick first stepped behind Iko and unceremoniously rammed his fat, barbed fuck meat into the mighty beast's cumslit.

The dragon roared out with deep, primal pleasure and blazing breath as his eager servant started to fuck his cock, gliding his swollen shaft alongside Iko's puny pecker and hugging the surprised, lust-drunk kobold from behind. "Don't worry. You'll soon be as big as us," he promised Iko, teasingly licking his cheek. "Just make sure to drink plenty of Master's cum~"

Meanwhile, the other two kobolds straddled the other end of Master's gargantuan pecker, butt-to-butt with their scaled tails intertwined. One of the chubby males thrust his throbbing taper into the tight gap between the dragon's cock and sheath, eager to fill the hot, sweaty space with his load, and if it hadn't been so snug, he probably would've crawled inside to worship the mighty beast even more avidly. The other, however, ended up looking right at Iko with a cheeky grin as he hugged and humped the dragon's rod, the dozens of necklaces and bracelets he wore tinkling at every thrust.

"Nobody steals from Master," the bejeweled kobold cooed and reached for Iko's shoulders to pull him closer. "But we gladly share everything with all members of Master's hoard!" He removed one of his many necklaces, studded with heavy, gleaming rubies, and slipped it over Iko's head. Then he wrapped a paw around his head and kissed him right on the muzzle. "Everything~"

Iko briefly woke from his horny, musk-fueled haze when he recognized the kobold who had just kissed him as the one who had cut his rope, but he didn't get any time to think about it as something stiff and hard prodded his tight rosy tailhole. It wasn't only gems and treasures Master's servants shared, but truly everything, as the kobold who had been hugging him from behind had grabbed Iko's horns, extracted his schlong from the dragon's cockhole, and unceremoniously shoved it up his ass. Amply lubricated with hot, gooey dragon pre, his massive rod glided in all the way to the sheath without effort and the wettest, sloppiest slurp.

The former thief screamed with surprise as his snug ring got wrenched open and his guts got straightened and stretched so much that his partner's fat, swollen cock bulged his abdomen. At least for a second before the other male yanked back his hips and started to rail him with the same fervor as Master's cock, grunting and huffing with mindless lust while he hammered him.

Meanwhile, the kobold in front of Iko took a big lick of the dragon's sweaty, musky member, spit and pre dripping from his tongue as he embraced him and kissed him on the muzzle once again. This time, the other male didn't leave it at a quick peck, but he muffled Iko's confused moan with a deep, sloppy tongue kiss. He shared their master's addictive taste with him while shifting closer until his fat, raging erection pressed against Iko's much smaller taper, teasing him with the same impressive girth that currently ravaged his insides and prostate.

Fortunately, the unexpected reaming wasn't painful, but the complete opposite, overwhelming Iko with stimulation so intense that he forgot his own name. His eyes rolled back into his head and he whined like a bitch in heat as he succumbed to another powerful orgasm, squirting out two more feeble ropes of seed before not even his partner's feral thrusts could yield any more from his twitching tip. All the while, the sheer size, girth, and ridged texture of the other male's rod carried him off to even greater bliss as he continued to ram it inside his clenching asshole.

Meanwhile, the male in front of the slender thief slipped his hands under his arms, lifted him up, and glided his cock between his thighs as if to join his tight, already thoroughly stretched ass. Whether it was just another tease or his actual intention, it didn't matter to Iko as he cried out in mindless lust, "Yes! Put it in! Fuck meeeeeeeeeehhh…" 

Iko's words melted into a deep, guttural howl of joy when the second kobold shoved his ridged rod up his ass, stretching his ring to twice the width, bulging his belly with double the cock, and overwhelming his brain with quadruple the stimulation. He came even harder, and he kept cumming throughout the forceful double-penetration, completely lost and adrift in a world of incomprehensible pleasure while the other males rutted his ass with heavy grunts and merciless passion. He barely even registered when the two kobolds came inside him, swelling his belly with so much hot, sticky cum that he ended up looking like he was carrying their clutch.

The lust-broken kobold only recovered from his senseless high after his partners had pulled out of him, and when he sluggishly returned to his senses, he found himself splayed on his back with his legs spread and something even bigger and hotter prodding his gaped, ruined asshole. The dragon had moved on top of him and aligned his gargantuan, barbed glans with his ring. "W-wow, you're big, M-master."

"Indeed, but don't worry. It'll only be the tip," the hulking beast reassured Iko with a toothy grin. Then he pressed him down with one talon and thrust forward.

There was no way something so big could fit inside him, yet Iko was left to watch with wide eyes as the dragon pushed his monstrous glans into his ass with slow but inexorable force, stretching him wider and wider until it slipped in completely with a nasty smack, stretching out his belly and his whole lower body like an ordinary condom. The kobold howled at the top of his lungs, but he also came on the spot as the extreme penetration triggered such a surge of stimulation that he almost passed out. 

While Iko reeled from the insertion, the other kobolds pounced on Master's schlong and continued where they left off, lavishing and worshiping it with twice the licks, humps, and fervor.

"Fuck yes, that's tight. Keep going. I'm getting close," the dragon growled, hot smoke and fire escaping his muzzle as he ballooned the kobold beneath his claws with squirts of pre that were bigger and wetter each than the load the two other kobolds had pumped inside him combined. His tip continued to swell and flare too, stretching Iko's belly scales so much that he could see and feel its huge, meaty bumps and ridges.

Finally, the dragon bent over Iko's face and licked him across the muzzle with his huge, slimy tongue. "Now take a deep breath and get ready, because here it comes," he purred, only to toss back his head and burst into a deafening, thundering roar just a moment later. It was as if the sun had risen inside the caverns as the beast let out a gargantuan flash of fire, but the kobold hardly noticed as all his attention was focused on the dragon's flexing, pulsing fuck meat and his clenching ballsack. A wet, awfully gooey gurgling filled his ears, and when the first spurt of draconian seed spilled into his guts, it was like an actual volcano was erupting inside him. Master's cum was hot as lava, thick as tar, and there was so much of it that it inflated his middle into a bloated, sloshing balloon, but the stuffing had only just begun.

Still roaring with primal, orgasmic bliss, still breathing fire until the cavern was as hot as a sauna, the hulking dragon unloaded rope after rope of his potent semen into Iko's guts, and the other kobolds watched with awe and envy as Iko's belly continued to balloon like it was made from the most durable rubber in the world. The broken thief's scales were soon stretched so much that they became translucent, and the liquid that shone through wasn't white, but a hot, glowing orange. That's also when the little male reached the limit of what he could take, and as Master pumped the next spurt of his gooey love lava inside him, it forced an equal amount of the viscous liquid up his throat. 

Before Iko knew what was happening, cum filled his muzzle, bulged out his cheeks, and finally erupted from his lips in a huge gush. A gush that kept spilling forth like water from a fountain as the beast's gargantuan nuts were far from empty, and as the dragon forced gallon after gallon through him, the kobold's overwhelmed mind shattered even harder. He surrendered to the inordinate stuffing with a perpetual orgasm that carried him to the verge of passing out once more.

Sadly, Master's orgasm didn't last forever. As the dragon's immense output ebbed, he yanked out his tip with a firm tug and contented growl, leaving Iko's gaped, ruined asshole gushing with his glowing, scorching cum like molten steel from a blast furnace. Yet, the kobold kept cumming, gagging, choking, and groaning with mind-broken pleasure for another small eternity, several minutes passing before he recovered from his high. 

Although what had just happened was more fantastical than Iko's wildest, strangest dreams, reality confronted him with a gargantuan cum belly several times his own size and weight, filled to the brim with hot, gooey dragon seed. The originator of his glorious stuffing was right above him, peering at him with a pleased grin studded with sharp, gleaming teeth. "Congratulations. You've proven yourself a worthy addition to my hoard."

"T-thank you, Master," Iko groaned. "A-ah, it's so much. H-How's this even possible?"

"You're a kobold. You're made for this. You're made for serving a dragon like me, and it only takes a dash of my magic to unlock your true potential," the beast laughed. He licked Iko across the face and placed his claws on his bloated belly, gently pressing down to drain the cum from his body until the thoroughly fucked and ruined kobold could at least crawl on his own again. Then he let go, slithered his wet, forked tongue across his new servant's tiny cock and completely broken asshole, and smacked his lips appreciatively. Nodding at their eager audience, he ordered, "Come here and get him onto my back. Let's introduce him to the rest of the hoard~" And as the other kobolds lugged Iko onto Master's back, he finally passed out from exhaustion, but with a blissful smile on his muzzle as he couldn't wait to bathe in Master's riches, to wear as much precious jewelry as he could carry, to drink his potent cum until he was as plump and hung as the others, to huff his delicious musk, to hump his perfect dick, to take his divine tip again and again and again… forever.