Keep talking to Val

You glance around the cave and notice a small chest of jewels tipped on its side, the glittering rubies, sapphires, and emeralds pouring out onto the floor. Walking over to it, you finish dumping the gemstones out, then drag the heavy chest over toward the dragon. You close the lid and take a seat.

"C'mon, tell me what's going on," you say. "What do you want from the sorcerer, if it's not this treasure?"

"What good is treasure when I have no mate?" he says. "What use is treasure if I have no eggs?"

"Is that what you asked for, a mate?"

"I asked him to make me big!" he roars, spreading his wings and lashing his tail. "Look at me! I'm a runt! I'm pathetic! The smallest of my kin is five times bigger than I am, and none of them -- not one of them -- would ever want a tiny, disgusting little runt for a mate." He folds his wings again with a sound like canvas sails snapping in the wind, curls of smoke rising from his nostrils again as he looks at you. "But he won't do it. He says it's not what I really want. How the fuck does he know what I want?"

"I don't know," you say. "He is an evil sorcerer. That's why I was sent here to investigate, and if possible, put an end to his evil machinations. Fat lot of good I did," you add under your breath. Not one thing has gone right on this assignment. Maybe it's time to retire.

No, you say that after every lousy assignment. You like being an Adventurer, and it sure beats being a farmer or a merchant. Plowing a field looks like a lot of work, and you're lousy at haggling-- You sit up straighter as an idea pops into your head.

"We could try haggling," you say.

"Come again?"

"With the sorcerer," you explain. "He wants a show. Well, neither of us is going to perform for him unless he agrees to renegotiate. He has to give you what you asked him for, and as for me..." A thousand possibilities race through your thoughts. "I need time to think of something, but it won't be anything unreasonable. How about it, sorcerer?" you ask loudly, looking up at the ceiling. "Do we have a deal?"

Silence echoes through the cavern, then, finally, the sorcerer's voice rings from the walls. "Agreed, but it had better be a damn good show."

"The best you've ever jerked off to," you say, unable to keep your lip from curling in disgust. You glance at the dragon. "What do you say, Val?"

"I say that I'm going to eat you for calling me that," he says, his muscles rippling beneath his supple scales as he slinks toward you.

"Wait, what?" you ask, your heart climbing up into your throat. You leap up and jump back, but trip over the chest and land on your ass. The dragon rushes at you. You scramble to your hands and knees, trying to get to your feet, but loose coins slide across the stone floor, as slippery as marbles. You scream as a scaly hand grabs your ankle, warm breath upon your backside. His nose presses between your cheeks and his slick tongue slides over your hole. You gasp, shaking as he laps at your opening.

"Fuck, that wasn't funny," you say. "I thought you were going to kill me."

Val makes that low, rumbling sound again, definitely a draconic chuckle. "Sorry," he says, though he doesn't sound particularly regretful. "Dragons have a predatory sense of humor. I thought it was very funny." Before you can argue, he returns to eating your ass, that strong muscle pushing into your anus, spreading that ring of muscle and sending a shudder of pleasure racing through you. Your cock is hard again, your balls rapidly filling, like the past few hours never happened. As that industrious tongue pistons deep inside of you, precum leaks from your cock and you moan helplessly, your whole body trembling with need.

"Please..." you whisper. "Please..."

Val withdraws, leaving your ass empty and aching to filled. "What now?"