Yes

Before you knew it, you had followed Kalindor into the misty valley. At times, you thought you almost lost sight of him in the mist, but the swaying of his blue tail in the distance allowed you to catch up with him.

Briefly, you considered standing up—if only for a second—when you lost sight of him. But the thought of the punishment he could inflict sent your heart into your stomach, a mix of nervousness and excitement.

As he guided through the mist, you realized that the surrounding area was a hot spring. Humidity glistened your scales, and at times you nearly slipped on the rocks.

Your arousal had mostly died down now, but you still wondered where he was taking you or what he had in store, and that caused a familiar twitch in your tail.

Finally, Kalindor reached a wide pool of simmering water, obscured by even more mist. He stopped and turned to you as you crawled forward. You avoided meeting his gaze.

"Look at me, pet," he ordered. His face held the same stony expression as when he met you. "I shall permit you to stand. You have arrived at your new home."

Nervous and surprisingly tired, you shakily rose. Standing up, you were only as tall as his chin. Like before, he grabbed your neck, but this time somewhat more tenderly, and pulled you into the hot spring.

The water was exceptionally warm, enough to comfort even your hardest scales. You sighed and wanted to stand there for all eternity as it warmed your feet, sinking into the paradise.

Kalindor pulled you toward him by your neck, squeezing the breath out of you again. "Pay attention to your master," he grumbled.

Your hands fell over the one holding you, and he loosened his grip. He continued to guide you by your neck, leading you through the mist as you clasped his forearm.

Moments later, he pulled you into the mouth of a steamy cave. His grip tightened as he pulled you through the mist. After pulling you over a few ledges, you reached a warm chamber with a small tunnel pointing to the sky, releasing the steam.

At the end of the chamber stood an ornate wooden chair, intricate designs carved into black-painted wood. Some of the legs had burn marks on them, and the ground was littered with gleaming coins and a few golden necklaces and trinkets lying about.

Clearly, Kalindor was better at you when it came to dragon-like activities. A hand pushed you to the ground, and Kalindor stepped over you to sit in the chair.

He rested his head on his hand, and resumed his stony gaze, his jade eyes scanning your body. Your scales were slick with humidity and sweat, and you hardly noticed yourself panting.

"Spread your legs," he said plainly.

You blushed and looked down, slowly spreading your scaled thighs to open your glistening slit to the air. You felt hot and wet, and in more ways than one. You could feel your face burn red, and your thoughts were slowed by a slog of self-consciousness.

"Very good," purred Kalindor, in a voice that felt oddly uncharacteristic of him. You looked up in shock, seeing him sitting with his legs open, a nefarious grin on his face, and his erect length, rising majestically from his draconic balls that screamed virility.

Your eyes' feast was interrupted by Kalindor's command, one that you hardly heard in your lust-addled haze. You shook your head and looked up at his expectant face. "Just as you no-doubt showed those vile humans," he added to whatever he commanded.

You didn't need any more hints as you crawled up to him and regaled his scaled length. Impressively larger in every respect than what the humans had, the head was scaled and the shaft was barbed. As one your hands assaulted his plush sack, you glided your fingers across the tiny barbs that studded his length. You used your long tongue to tap it, proceeding to roll it around the shaft and savor its enigmatic taste.

Your eyes found his as he stared at you with his mouth slightly ajar, and you continued to meet his glistening green eyes as the draconic dick entered your throat. You could already feel a sliver of fluid escaping the shaft, and you focused all your effort on capturing the rest, sucking and swirling your tongue in the way you learned earlier.

Your scaly fingers continued to play with his sack as the others rubbed his shaft, and you could have sworn you heard the tiniest of groans come from him. You could see his fingers rapidly drumming the arms of the chair, and you felt almost proud in your work.

Pressing down even further, the barbed tip entered the back of your throat and roughed against it, producing a fulfilling pressure. A wet moan escaped from your mouth, and was matched with a twitch of his length. A slightly salty taste lingered in your mouth as you pushed down further. Soon, your lips nearly touched the base of his shaft, and you used your tongue to prod the sweaty surroundings, gliding over his balls.

A domineering musk hit your noise, and you paused in pleasure as the shaft twitched again. You slowly pulled it out of your throat, savoring the feeling of it running over your tongue. And then, just like that, you sent it back.

You were met with a strong buck of his hips, following by him rocking back and forth in the chair. You let out something like a giggle, proud of the reaction.

Your right hand slid between your thighs and tasted the overpowering wetness that leaked from you. You slid a few fingers in and lost yourself in the communion.

In that moment, kneeling down in service to Kalindor, you felt unbridled warmth and pleasure and comfort, life teaching you its peak. This was meant to be, you decided. You had found your place as a drake, a proud servant of your prouder kin, a lover, a devotee and as a... ****.

Your hips bucked with your fingers' fiddling, your body shaking as you serviced your kin, your master... you looked up at his jade eyes, glossed with pleasure, and you could almost see yourself submitting to him there. You could feel the hot air breezing under your raised tail, playing with your holes as if to say that the entire world was aligned in your pleasure.

Another twitch, another buck of his hips, and the fluid started pouring into your mouth, a taste far more exquisite than anything the humans ever gave you. In that moment, the world closed in on itself, and you sunk back to your knees, fingers pressing deeper.

Your body rocked in tandem with his, a rocket of pleasure scorching your every inside, showing you that you had found your place.