Worshipping the Dragon

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Please be advised the story contains the following: male dragon pred, willing male kobold preys, M/M sex (anal, oral), soft oral and anal vore with major size difference, graphic digestion with reformation, disposal on top of one kobold, scat eating (coprophagia), belly stuffing and bloat, watersports, golden shower. Reader discretion is advised – enjoy!

All characters featured within this story are fictional and above the legal age of consent.

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Three kobolds were resting in a dark cave far in the mountains. Curled up on the floor, they looked pretty damn cute, at least from the distance. As any other cave, populated by kobolds, it was quite filthy. Bones, whole and broken, were piled here and there. Some of those bones even belonged to kobolds like them, making their feeding habits quite… questionable to say the least. The rocky floor was covered in a thick layer of gunk – a nasty mixture of cum, sweat, urine, shit and scales, formerly colorful but now pale due to the weeks and even months, spent in the said gunk. Any human or civilized anthro would probably puke as soon as they get in this cave, but for kobolds it was warm and cozy home, the sweetest home they could ever dream about. The kobold with deep blue scales and shiny blue gem on his forehead woke up first, sitting straight and stretching up with a wide yawn. His name was Xeros and he was a quite special little fella, able to revive after his death as long as the said gem was intact. Luckily, that gem was robust enough to survive even in a dragon gut, too bad there still were side effects. Xeros forgot everything that happened to him recently after reformation, but he still remembered that someone was missing in this cave… “Master?” He murmured, blinking a few times and looking around but seeing only two other kobolds still snoring next to him.

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