Dragon Bait

Title: Dragon Bait
Synopsis: Skif dream was to become a Knight, not be tied to stake in a dress as bait to lure in a Dragon. Especially not a dragon that seems wants Skif for more than a snack.
Rating:
Warning: General Warning for Story. Chapters may vary. Abuse, Anal, Anthro, Bond, Gore ( or so I’m told). Adult language, some past non-con, M/M, MPreg, OC, Oral, Rim, Slave, Violence little bit of Vore, (no main characters) Yaoi
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited."

Note: Hey thanks for reading. Before you start fair warning I’m Hyperlexic which means I can’t see my own grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes. I will try to get a beta but till then bare with me please.

“” =spoken words
‘’ =thoughts


Chapter Ten

It was the fourth time Skif had awoken in this room and the third time that he awoken to being bathed in the Dragon’s warmth. He could feel the chilled air on his exposed cheek, just outside of Skif’s nest of blankets, snuggling closer to Llyr’s belly to suck in more warmth. ‘I could get used to this. This is heavenly; it’s just like being back at home.’

When Skif was growing up he shared the attic with his younger brothers. During the winter the room was always cold first thing in the morning ‘til his mom or one of his sisters got up and stirred up the fire for breakfast. He loved to lie in bed under layers of handmade quilts his mother had made and enjoy the warmth and being lazy for a mark or two. Only in winter when the fields were covered in snowand the animals were huddled in the barn and didn’t need to be brought in from the pastures ,was he able claim time just for himself in the morning.

In the last three years the Knights all made trips home to see their folks but Skif always remained with the rest of the Knights to assist them while they continued questing across the country side.

Skif pushed the memories of home and family and the melancholy feelings they brought with them aside and just tried to enjoy the heat. He tried to fall back to sleep but his mind was awake.

Sir Erik’s voice still played in his head, ‘”Whore…Bitch…. Dirty, little cumslut…”’ Skif’s brain was finally working again and vicious retorts came flooding into his mind.
‘Well at least his dick doesn’t look like it belongs on a four year old…Yeah, he is a great fucker, way better then you but hell a dog would be better then you… Yes sir, and when he rides me, he does it so hard and fast I feel like I’m splitting in two unlike you when I’m not even sure you are in me half the time.’

Skif’s face turns scarlet at his own dirty and peverted imagination. ‘ Where did that come from?...Well it’s just as well, I guess, that I didn’t say anything like that because anything I’d have said Sir Erik would have taken as confirmation that I’m as big a slut as he said I was… No matter what I will not be anyone’s whore ever again.’ A new sense of determination settled over Skif. He vowed that he would never again let Sir Erik or any of the other Knights lay a hand on him. ‘They would have to kill me before I will ever willingly submit to any of them from now on anyway. They may be my Lords but that doesn’t make me their slave…’

Skif probably would have kept on making determined self-promises but he suddenly had to pee. Silently swearing, Skif wiggled out of the blankets and stood up. The cold air that hit him, when he was free of them, was not helping with his need to pee.

The shirt that Llyr had given him to wear was huge on him, but it was still short, it barely covering his thighs… and his other bits, leaving his legs bare. ‘I need my pants and a little light; it’s pitch black in here.’ Skif remembered seeing Llyr place his bag next to the nest, but the location of his pants eluded him. He bent over to search the ground, after checking his bedding and surrounding area he finally located them by touch under Llyr’s right elbow.

Skif tried to free them by gently pulling, trying not to wake Llyr up. When that didn’t work he tried pulling harder. The pants didn’t budge and neither did the sleeping Dragon. He ended having to give up on trying to pull them free when heard the sound of fabric starting to rip. ‘Frick, I think I have to wake up Llyr.’

Making his way along Llyr’s body to his head, Skif could feel his hot breath burning him lightly against legs. Aiming his voice at where he thought Llyr’s ears might be,
Skif spoke softly, “Llyr?”

No reaction.

He tried again a little louder and leaned in closer, “Llyr? Llyr, it’s me… Skif. Llyr, please wake up.”

This time Llyr growled low for a bit and moved his head away from Skif. Not quite ready to give up, Skif tried again while moving forward to get back to Llyr’s ear.

“Llyr, please. I need you to wake up... I need my pants under your…” His plea was cut short when he tripped over the dragon’s front leg that he could not see in the complete darkness of the chamber. He tumbled forward and landed on his stomach with one of his arms inevitable hitting Llyr on the side of his long neck.

That got Llyr’s attention because as Skiff was trying to untangle his legs and get up he could feel him breathing down on his back. Rolling over and sitting up, Skif was embarrassed, “Sorry Llyr, I didn’t want to wake you but I have to go pee and I need my pants which are under your right elbow.”

Hearing a huff of hot breath, Skif could tell Llyr was moving away from him in the darkness. The earth shook a little bit when he plopped down on the other side of the nest and went back to snoring.

“Thanks, Llyr.’ Skif called out as he crawled back in the general direction of his own bedding, from which he could locate his now freed pants. As he soon as he found them he shimmied into them, only to realize that he had put them on backward. Sheepish, he was glad no one saw him, and he quickly took them off and put them back on correctly.

‘Okay, I officially make surviving with a roommate rule four, “Always remember to pick up your clothes.” and Rule five will have to be, “Don’t wake up sleeping dragons”.
Maybe I should switch them around...? Well now on to step two of the going pee plan, light. I need to find my bag. Hopefully the stone will be still glowing.’
Skif walked slowly and carefully over to the edge of the nest and then felt his way to his bag. Unfortunately, when he found his bag the stone was cold and offered no light.

‘Frick, there’s no way I can make it outside, without tripping over something and killing myself… I really don’t want to wake Llyr up again… But I really have to pee.’ Not wanting to have to try to find anything later, Skif swung his little leather bag with all his stuff over his shoulder.

Hesitantly, Skif started to make his way towards the sound of snoring. He walked with hands stretched out in front of him, trying to feel for Llyr as he took extra care with each step. He didn’t want to trip over Llyr… again. Llyr was annoyed enough without having his pet human wake him up by accidently hitting him a second time. ‘He’s not going to be happy that I’m waking him up again. I need to try to annoy him as little as possible... Man, I wish I could see where I’m goinahhh!’

He was unable to finish his thought because something caught his ankle, sending him clumsily stumbling forward right into what had to have been the side of Llyr’s snout.

Before Skif could retreat or even swear at his own clumsiness, a warm, scaly hand grabbed him.

Based on the noise of Llyr moving and the sensation of raising, Skif figured that Llyr must be sitting up. ‘Just great Skif. Now he will definitely be pissed… I’m really starting to think The Goddesses of Fate really has it in for me.
Llyr growled in annoyance but his grip on Skif was gentle.

Skif was pretty sure that Llyr was only annoyed with him and not angry. With that little bit of assurance, Skif tried to plead his case, “Llyr, I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you again. Something grabbed my ankle, and I kind of fell into you again. I’m sorry, I didn’t really want to have to wake you again, and especially after you were so kind as to move so I could get my pants earlier. But you see, I can’t see anything; it’s too dark in here. Could you relight my stone? I promise I will not bother you again and you can go back to sleep.” When he was trying to get the stone free from his bag, it slipped from his fingers. “Ahh… no… Sorry.”

In the darkness, it sounded like Llyr sighed and then some was ruffling in the bedding of the nest. Suddenly a blinding light appeared before Skif as his little stone began to glow when Llyr blew his hot breathe upon it.

When the stone was cool enough to touch he handed it to Skif and then set him on the ground. Llyr didn’t wait for a “thank you,” he simple spun in a circle before plopping down again just like a dog picking out his sleeping spot.

After a whispered “Thank you,” Skif quietly made his way off the nest and out of the room with the aid of his newly lighted stone.

As Skif made his way down the passage he took notice of the fact that the previously aching muscles in his back and legs didn’t hurt as much. He had always been a quick healer, much to the annoyance and sadistic joy of his lord Erik. His shoulder didn’t hurt so much anymore nor did his chafed wrists, but Skif understood that it would take more than a few good nights’ sleep wrapped in blissful warmth and a few apples for them to heal. ‘I should probably rewrap the bandages. They’re getting pretty dirty. I don’t know if I have the herbs to deal with an infection right now.’

Skif just bypassed the pond room, doing his best to ignore the boulder the Knights were trapped behind. He made his way outside and around the apple tree to the far side of the ledge. The spot no longer reeked of pee, but now stunk of bad beer and soured wine. He ignored the stench as he relieved nature’s call.

Knowing that the smell would only get worse as the hot, high, summer sun rose in the sky, Skif made a trip back inside to debris pile to grab a bucket along with a few more empty bags from the pile. Back outside, Skif dunked the bucket in the stream that flowed over and down the ledge, filling it with water which he used to wash down his makeshift latrine. ‘There, that should help kill some of the smell. If I’m going to live here, it might as well be as sanitary as I can keep it.’

Pleased with himself, Skif moved to cleaning his hands and wounds and rewrapping his wrist. As he worked Skif thought up the rest of the tasks he needed to do. His hands always seemed to be itching to do something.

The lazy ways of his youth had been truly beaten over out of him over the past three years. If any of the knights had caught him idle without permission (such times being very rare) then they would quickly find something else to employ his time, and whatever they thought up would generally tend to be horrible for him.

To prevent this, Skif took up useful hobbies like collecting and making herbal remedies and small game hunting with traps and snares; things that allowed him to sneak away for a bit. Even during times when they were staying in a town or at a jousting tournament, he would sit in the corner and repair leather or shine metal armor.

Once Skif was done he quickly cleaned up all his supplies including taking the dirty bandages and buckets back inside the cave entrance. ‘Maybe I could strip some of the apple tree’s branches and wash the bandages and some clothes, and let them dry in the sun later. If that’s the case I will need to find some new clothes to wear in the time being… And I could really go for a bath right now but the water is too fricking cold. Possibly later, when it’s hotter, I can give myself a sponge down, that’s the best I can do for now I guess… I still need to collect all the apples too. I can’t leave my only food lying around. I need to refill my water skins… I really should go through the other medical bag and take an inventory of what I have. I think it’s still in the pond room where I left it… I’ll ask Llyr when he wakes up if it’s okay if I make another dive into the pile too. There might be other stuff I can use buried in there.’

With a mental list of tasks to do, Skif set to work. He completed each task as efficiently and swiftly as his injures would allow. In the end he had managed to collect three bags full of apples, remove the leaves from several branches and tie the now clean bandages from earlier around the branches to dry in the summer sun. He had managed to clean himself up a bit, but he still felt like his skin was crawling in the dirty clothes that had once belonged to some unknown other person. ‘Ugh, I hope I don’t have fleas now. I only managed to find a little rue, tansy, or wormwood. I wish I could go collect more.’

Only when Skif could not find any other task that he could do without Llyr’s permission did he stop for his breakfast of apples. Despite knowing how stupid it was, he couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt for eating the two small apples that Llyr had gotten for him when the Knights had not had anything to eat yet that day.

After breakfast and a quick drink from a water skin, Skif sat inside the shaded entrance of the cave. He enjoyed the occasional warm breeze that penetrated the cool cave, watching the hawks and eagles soar on the thermals.

By the time that Llyr finally made his way out from the nest chamber Skif had been up for what felt like three or four candle marks. Quickly getting to his feet, he gave an awkward bow in greeting as Llyr came out onto the ledge. “Good morning, Llyr. I’m so sorry about waking you up…by falling on you…twice. I really needed to go and I didn’t want to foul the area…” Skif would have continued stammering on with his apology and explanation but Llyr gently patted his head with a sharp finger tip.

Skif watched as Llyr stretched out like a barn cat; first extending his front legs while yawning, his mouth wide open and roaring before leaning forward and stretching his back legs one at a time. Once his body was all stretched out, Llyr moved on to stretching out his wings. As Skif watched intently he noticed that Llyr appeared to be taller than he was yesterday. ‘I don’t think his back was that close to the entrance ceiling last night… But then again I wasn’t paying that much attention. I wonder if he is growing. I don’t really know anything about Llyr, not even his real name… I wonder how old he is? He could be a child for all I know… That would make me a new toy. A very breakable new toy… But he seems more mature than that… What do I really know about how dragons mature? Nothing.’

The sound of Llyr’s hissing laughter brought Skif back to present. “Sorry, I was thinking.” When Llyr gave him a curious look Skif just shook it off, “It was nothing, really. So what are we… or what are you going to do today?”

With a warm smile, well as warm a smile as mouth full of pearly white jagged teeth can give, Llyr sat back and began his hand gestures. “I’m going to go eat, and you are staying here. We talk later.”

‘Talk...? What does he mean by that...? I’m really starting to wonder if dragons are psychic.’ Skif was not sure he understood exactly what Llyr was trying to say. ‘I mean hand gestures aren’t the same as talking.’

His confusion must have been written all over his face because Llyr laughed his hissing laugh again and leaned over to nuzzle his warm nose tip into Skif’s soft belly. Llyr made his way over to the edge of the ledge as he got ready to take off.

Just before Llyr jumped off Skif remembered what he wanted to ask Llyr, “Wait, Llyr!” Skif ran over to his side and placed his hand on Llyr’s back leg, trying to get his attention. Llyr turned his long neck back around to face Skif. “Umm, while you’re gone is it okay if I go through the debris pile to see if there is anything else I can use...? I promise not to take any of your treasures. But there might be some more equipment in there that I can still use.”

As if to assure Skif for worrying about asking so much, Llyr nodded his head and purred.

“Thanks, Llyr.” Skif said as he stepped back and allowed Llyr to take off. At first when Llyr simply jumped off, wings closed, Skif felt like his heart jumped into his throat. When his dive turned into a climb, Skif watched in amazement. ‘Wow, he flies like an eagle, a beautiful blue jewel of the sky. He is like a true Lord of the Sky. The eagles even seemed to abandon the sky for him.’

Skif could not suppress his awe when Llyr started to do some aerial acrobatics; free falls, spins, twists, summersaults and amazing midair stops and turnabouts. “What a show-off. I bet he knows I’m watching.”

Even after saying that Skif continued to gaze at Llyr until he eventually fell out of sight, amking him give up. ‘Well, better get to work. I should probably get some stuff together for the Knights as well, just in case Llyr lets me feed them again.’

Skif made his way a back inside to the pond room and the debris pile. It appeared that Llyr had taken the time to relight the Posrothaina stones in the room, for which Skif was grateful.

The pile was huge; it would easily fill his family’s house at least twice over. He started with making new piles along the wall near the debris pile; one for useful things like blankets, medical supplies, water skins and empty bags in good condition.
Another for boots and apparel, one for miscellaneous stuff that didn’t seem to be useful right away, one for armor, one for all the items of value like the jewels and coins, gilded armor and weapons in a final pile as far from the Knights’ prison as possible. He also separated out the stuff that was complete useless like clothes too torn or soaked in blood to use, water skins that had burst and rotted food stuffs.

He had plans to sort some of the piles further, like separating usable clothes from those that he could turn into bandages later. As he worked he stumbled across some interesting things like lots of ladies handkerchiefs and scarves and other trinket of a ladies’ affections given to knights, as well as several instruments, most of which must have belonged to bard traveling with Adventuring would be heroes. Most of instruments were too damaged to play. He did manage to come across a small brass flute which he spent some guilty moments testing out to see if it was still playable.

Skif’s grandfather used to play a flute very similar to this when he was alive. He used to tell the tale of how he had received it as a prize from a festival game that Lord Torrance, Sir Erik’s great-grandfather, had sponsored for the village children. Lord Torrance had even included a few lessons and would often call upon Skif’s grandfather to perform for the occasional guests to the Keep. After Lord Torrance had passed and the Noble family of the Keep no longer requested Grandfather’s talents, he still practiced, and would often charm a traveling bard into teaching him a new song or two.

Skif could remember that up until he was ten, his grandfather would take him aside every now and then and teach him how to play on the old, warn flute. He could still remember the old man’s warm praise and encouragements, telling him that he was the only one of his grandchildren who truly had his gift for music. He always made Skif, who had several siblings including two older sisters and three brothers and two sisters below him, always feel special and unique.

When the old man died his precious flute had been buried with him. Skif knew that his grandfather wanted him to have it, but he could not bear the idea of playing it without him being there, so he said nothing when his family decided to bury it. He hadn’t had a chance to play on a flute since then.

The little flute in his hands was not as worn as his grandfather’s. This one’s tone was smooth and clear. His fingers tripped over each other from being out of practice, but they still knew the notes by heart. Skif was even able to fudge his way through a song or two before he reluctantly put it down next to the other items of worth. It was a luxury item so he felt guilty to be taking it. Besides, a flute like that must have cost a small fortune. But he decided it would be worth asking Llyr to let him play it again. ‘He might want some entertainment from his little pet human. The saying does go that “music soothes the savage beast.” Even though Llyr isn’t a savage beast, well at least not to me, he might like a bit of music.”

After a quick break to grab some water from the cave lake, Skif went back to work with his heart a little lighter and a song on his lips.