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: pg 14

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

Thank you all for your reviews. They always inspire me to write more. =D
I know a lot of you are tired of my overly submissive Skif. Well get ready cause the true Skif is breaking free. Enjoy!!!


Chapter Twelve.


Kieran was a little bit surprised to see that Skif had not come running back to try to save the Knights when he heard his roar.

When he went looking for the boy he found him pacing along the ledge, back and forth, with the rope trailing after him like some super long tail. In the pale light of a nearly full moon Kieran could see Skif shake slightly, flexing his hands every few seconds. The mindlink was no help to Kieran; the boy’s mind was a raging storm of emotion, switching too rapidly between despondency, distress, resentment, fury and out-of-control fear for him to get a good read on him.

All Kieran could do was sit back and wait for the boy to break. ‘At least then I can comfort him.’

Skif continued to pace for another 30 minutes before he finally stopped and just stood in place. Kieran prepared for the waterworks to start flowing any minute as he moved in and picked up Skif and without a struggle tucked him into his warm chest.

Much to Kieran’s surprise, it was not tears that initially started to flow but laughter; deep uncontrollable laughter of insanity. As the laughter continued to flow Kieran began to feel the warm wetness of tears. He pulled the boy away from his chest, fearing that his precious carrier might have truly gone insane.

The boy’s first words didn’t offer much comfort, “Llyr, I think your pet human is insane.” Before Kieran could even think of how to react to this declaration, Skif continued, “I have to be insane to have been a slave to... to… to that fucker for so fucking long.”

Completely unsure what was going on in Skif’s mind, Kieran placed him back on the ground. Skif’s bizarre declarations became more of a rant as he began to pace about, arms waving about wildly, gesturing as he spoke. Doing this Skif’s voice became less hysterical and more filled with rage, increasing in volume as he went on until he was outright yelling, “No sensible human would have put up with half the crap that bastard and his fucking friends put me through. I did everything for them; I cooked, cleaned, cared for their horses, cleaned their armor and did every disgusting thing they asked of me. They fucking starved me for the past three damn years. I let them brainwash me into feeling guilty over any little scrap of food I could get my hands on. Hell, I let them screw me and pass me around like a whore. I can’t tell you how many nights they fucked me ‘til I passed out only to wake up covered in drying cum. And after all that crap, I can’t stop being completely obedient to them. Like some fucked up, abused puppy I just take whatever abuse they hand me and then go right back to them to lick their boots.”

Kieran could not believe what was happening before his eyes. Yes, Skif was snapping in front of his very eyes. But instead of being crushed beneath the weight of betrayal, he was shaking off years of forced submissiveness, and rising like a phoenix, a newly restored, strong warrior that Kieran had seen glimpses of in the boy’s mind. He was completely astounded, watching as Skif continued, knowing that the boy was not talking to him; he was too wrapped into his own rage.

“The only fucking reason I stayed with those Bastards so long is because of my family. After the first time he raped me, he told me that I’d better do as he said or he would evict my family and have them all sold into slavery… My family has worked that farm for generations. My mother is too gentle, Grammy is in her seventies and my father is to strong and proud to bend to the yoke of slavery; it would kill them. It is my duty as the oldest son to protect my family in any way I could… The bastard knew all that and he used it against me. He twisted and perverted my love and duty to my family into chains so much stronger than any metal to bind me to his side… and if that wasn’t bad enough he made me so dirty that even if I could go home, there is no way I could ever face them. I couldn’t stand to have my own mother seeing how disgusting I am, or how I reek of the smell of cum from countless men. Sir Erik is right; I will never be able to wash it off.”

When Skif suddenly turned to him, Kieran could see the boiling rage in the boy’s eyes.
Wave after wave of pure anger crashed painfully against his mind through the mindlink causing Kieran to shut it down.

“Want to know the most fucked up thing of all this? I’m tearing myself apart, trying not to run back in there, dig my way through the damn boulder and throw myself at his feet and beg him for forgiveness, plead with him to spare my family. I would throw whatever dignity I might have left just to here the prick say ‘good little slut,’ and have him let me suck his dick… When the hell did I become this pathetic? I was never this wretched before I became his squire. I was strong. I had dreams, I was going to become a really knight; one who went out and protected maiden, stop bandits, save innocent villagers from murderous beast, like ogres, dragons, and armies of minotaurs… Instead he made me his whore.”Skif ranted and raved as he stomped about waving his arms in anger.

Kieran just let the killing dragons comment slide because he knew Skif was in a lot of pain and he didn’t really mean it. ‘Well I hoped he didn’t mean it.’

Skif seemed to hit a wall in his tirade because all he did was turn away and scream into the night. “I AM NO ONE’S WHORE!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” He continued to scream and throw loose rocks off the cliff and into the darkness of the night beyond the ledge edge. When he ran out of stones, he ran over to the apple tree and broke of a branch about half as wide as his little forearm and a little longer then his leg. He began slamming it on the ground, small shards of wood flying everywhere each time the branch impacted the ground. After the branch broke in half, Skif spun in a circle and sent the remaining part of the branch off to join the stones in the great unknown. As he spun, his feet had gotten tangled in each other and he came crashing his butt, silencing his screams.

Skif sat there for several minutes, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. With head still bent, Skif’s voice seemed to whisper to Kieran but more to himself and the unknown, “What am I supposed to do now?”

Kieran cautiously reopened the mindlink; all that came across was numbed confusion.

After releasing three years of pent up anger, despair and frustration Skif’s mind was emotionally fried, unable think of a single thing. Completely unable to think of anything to do or say himself, Kieran simply laid down and rested his massive head right in front of Skif, like a faithful dog would that didn’t know what to do when its master was troubled. ‘I wish I knew, Baby, I wish I knew.’

********

Skif was utterly drained; he didn’t even have the energy to cry. The only feeling that made it through the all-encompassing numbness was mild confusion. Most of his mind had shut down but the small part that hadn’t thought he should be doing something—but could not tell him what.

At some point Llyr had placed his head next to him on the ground. Skif’s fingers began to rub the smooth scales on the side of Llyr’s snout. The warm, smooth scales felt wonderful under his cold fingers, so he brought the other hand to join the first.

Absentmindedly Skif fingers began to scratch Llyr’s smooth facial scales. With a sigh of pleasure, Llyr leaning into his fingers, when Skif noticed he couldn’t help himself from chuckling, brightened his numb world. Motivated by Llyr’s apparent enjoyment of the touching, he scratched harder, covering all the area within his reach. When that wasn’t enough he stood up and continued to scratching all over Llyr’s head. Llyr began to purr deeply in contentment when Skif began working on that the scaly flesh above Llyr’s eyes which turned out to be especially sensitive,. So he scratched harder, ‘til he heard several large rapid, thudding sounds coming from direction of the cave entrance. The ground beneath his feet vibrated in time with the sound.

Out of curiosity, Skif turned his head to see what the cause of the sound was. He doubled over laughing despite himself at the sight of Llyr’s back leg scratching his belly, just like his pet dog Floyd used to when someone scratched the sensitive spot on his back. The image of a huge, furious, man-eating beast behaving like a harmless, little puppy when his master pet his belly was so hilarious that Skif was unable to stand up because he was laughing so hard. His arms were wrapped around his chest as he rolled about on the floor, trapped in uncontrollable laughter.

“HaHa ah HAHAHAHAAHHA. Stop… AHHH STOP...! I... I... can’t …. breathe… HAHAHAHAAAH… Please. Stop! HAHAHA” Skif gasped for breath as he tried to speak.

It took him a while to get himself under control but when he did, tears were leaking down his cheeks. When he was able finally able to sit up again, he could see Llyr watching him from above. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have laughed. I just couldn’t help myself.”

As if to show all was well, Llyr started to purr. He took his nose and pressed it lightly against Skif’s belly. Llyr’s warm breath flowed over Skif’s night-chilled body.
Leaning forward, Skif draped his body over the hot, scaly snout in front of him. The warmth from Llyr felt so good he couldn’t even think of leaving. “Ah… Thank you, Llyr. I definitely needed this. You are the best, really.”

Llyr just purred louder, making no effort to move Skif who was lying on his nose.

Slowly the vibration from Llyr’s purr combined with the soothing warmth and his already tired state, caused Skif to be lulled off to sleep.

*****

Seeing his little heart laugh had been wonderful; it had soothed any worries he had that his mate-to-be was unbalanced and wouldn’t be able to recover from his mental break. The laughter was strong and warm.

It didn’t even bother him that Skif was laughing at him for his uncontrolled reflex to having the tender scales above his eyes scratched. ‘I will definitely have to get him to do that again soon; it felt so good.’

Skif was now resting, bent over on the front of his nose snoring lightly. This close up, his sleeping looked simply angelic. The moonlight flickered off the light strands of strawberry blond hair and half-dried tears on the boy’s cheeks. His pink, lips were slightly open, giving Kieran a peek inside the moist mouth. It was as if Skif was tempting Kieran to steal a sweet kiss—to stick his own tongue deep inside and claim every delicious inch.

It didn’t help that every breath he took was laden with Skif’s spicy carrier scent.
Kieran could feel jolts of pleasure coming from his groin. ‘Damn it. I want to be able to just throw him over the nearest boulder and fuck him ‘til he can’t see. I’m tired of this fucking growth phase… I don’t know how much longer I can last without some relief.’ He sighed in frustration.

Skif continued sleeping, completely oblivious to the cruel fate Kieran was suffering.
‘I suppose I should go find a way to put him in bed… But how am I going to grab him without waking him up? My damn arms are too short in this form. And he will fall over if I move.’

As Kieran was trying to figure out what to do, Skif simply slipped off his nose when his own sleeping legs gave out from underneath him. He landed on the ground with a muffled “oumf.”

With a soft, half-asleep voice, Skif spoke, “Mmmm. Sorry, I think I feel asleep. I’m just so tired.”

Now free of his little mate-to-be, Kieran sat back on his haunches and snapped his fingers as he tried to get Skif’s attention. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, Skif tried to focus on Kieran. Deciding to keep his gestures simple, Kieran pointed at himself and Skif then put his palms together and laid them under his head which was tilted to the side. He was trying to mimic a sleeping person.

Apparently it was easy enough for Skif to understand because he agreed. “Yeah that sounds like a good idea. I can… can’t hardleee keep mmmmy eyeees open. Sorry.” As he spoke he tried to fight back a yawn.

Skif managed to push himself up but his feet were very wobbly underneath him. Kieran quickly scooped the little one into his arms before he could take a tumble.

A sleepy Skif started wiggling as soon as Kieran had him tucked against his chest, trying to get free. “No… Bad Llyr… Put me down. I can walk… I can walk.” It was clear that Skif had determined that he didn’t need any help.

Kieran gave in and placed Skif back on the ground, making sure he was facing the cave entrance. The boy didn’t make it five steps before he tripped, landed hard on his knees and only just managed to save himself from a face plant.

Shaking his head, Kieran tried not to laugh. ‘I’m kind of surprised that you made it this far, little one. With you being as clumsy as you are I’m a little shocked that you haven’t fallen off a cliff or out of barn or something and killed yourself yet. I can
see that I will have a very interesting life ahead of me with you around.’

Kieran quickly plucked the boy before anything else could happen to him and tucked him into the warmth of his chest. When Skif to objected again to being carried again, Kieran shushed him with a light hiss. With a “humph,” Skif settled into his arms.

With his mate once again safe in his arms, Kieran made his way to the nest chamber at the back of the cave. When they passed through the pond room, he did his best to block the view of the boulder from Skif.

Skif was almost completely asleep by the time Kieran climbed onto the nest. With one hand Kieran straightened out the blankets of Skif’s bedrolls before gently placing him down and covering him up. It wasn’t long before Kieran could hear the soft sound of Skif’s snoring.

Now assured that Skif wasn’t going to be going to be going anywhere until morning, Kieran stretched one last time before plopping his own tired body down around the sleeping carrier.

Not quite ready to go to sleep, however, Kieran turned his mind toward Skif’s new problem. ‘I can’t just leave him here tomorrow. He needs to figure out what to do all on his own. Sitting around in the cave all day won’t help him with that. He needs to get out of here… Maybe I’ll take him to that dead end gulley where I left the horses… a bit of familiarity might offer some comfort. There’s a nice pond in there that he can use to wash up. I know he would like that… I’ll have to give up searching the mountains for the day. But what Skif needs is more important.’

With a sigh of relief, Kieran lay his head down and went to sleep.

******

The next morning it looked like Llyr was up and gone before Skif woke up. Skif was thankful that he had left the room well lit. He stretched as he sat up and then scratched his head. Unsure about what to do with his day, Skif set to work straightening out his set of bedrolls.

When he went to look for his bag of possessions that Kieran normally left beside the edge of the nest, it wasn’t there. ‘Crap! It must still be in the chamber. Now what am I going to do? I don’t have any food or water. I’ll have to try to navigate the passage in the dark.”

As he got closer to the entrance of the passage he could hear the faint sound of something large moving around, possibly in the pond chamber. A little bit of hope welled up in Skif as he called out, “Hello? Llyr, is that you?”

A loud but short growl echoed back through the passages as an answer, followed by the sounds of Llyr making his way back to Skif. He was pleased to see that Llyr was carrying his bag along with one of the bags he had filled with apples the day before. Skif’s stomach growled at the sight of it. Llyr did his hissing laughter as he set the bags down in front of Skif.

Skif opened the bag filled with apples first, grabbing out a particularly large one and bit into it. His mouth was filled with the sweet juices of a prefect apple. It was so scrumptious that he made quick work of it before treating himself a second one. When he was finished liking all the juices from his fingers, Skif reluctantly closed the bag up. He could have easily finished off more apples but he didn’t know how long he would have to make the apples last.

He was about to reach for the water skins in his other bag to help hold off the residual hungry feeling when Llyr pulled it out of his reach. Skif looked up at him in confusion as Llyr pushed the apple bag forward again.

“I’m full. Really, Llyr. I could not eat another bite.” Skif lied as he pushed the bag away and stood up.

The look on Llyr’s face was filled with disbelief, his left eyebrow raised with his mouth squared..Using the tip of one of his talon-tipped fingers, Llyr easily lifted up the edge of Skif’s oversized shirt, revealing his skinny, malnourished chest.

Embarrassed by his own scrawny chest, Skif stepped back and pulled his shirt back down. “I told you; I’m fine, Llyr. Two apples are enough for me.”

Llyr was not convinced. He growled low and pushed the bag with another force, making it fall over, sending apples rolling out. Picking up one of the escaped apples, Llyr pushed it into his stomach. “Llyr, I’m not hungry. Look, I’ll put them in my bag and I’ll eat them later.” Skif was really starting to get annoyed with Llyr’s determination to get him to eat. When Skif tried to reach for his bag, Llyr pulled it farther from his reach and growled.

Frustrated, Skif made one more attempt to take his bag, only to have Llyr pull it far overhead. Shaking his head “no,” Llyr used his free hand to point at Skif and then made the “eat” gesture.

‘Argh, he’s never going to let this go, is he?’ Skif sighed and took a big bite out of another stupid apple. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes when Llyr started to purr, happy to get his way.

Llyr only gave him his bag back when the apple was completely gone. Doing his best to ignore the self-satisfied dragon, Skif dug through his bag until he found one of the water skins and took a big swing. Next he dug around inside, trying to find the Posrothaina stone he had placed there yesterday when the stone had finally gone dark. Of course it somehow made it all the way to the bottom of the bag, forcing Skif to empty out everything in his bag just to retrieve it. “Umm, Llyr? Can you fix this? Please?” He asked as he handed it to Llyr’s waiting hand.

While Llyr was occupied with heating up the stone, Skif started repacking his little bag, trying to get everything inside in a more organized manner. As he was reaching for one of the water skins, his hand was gently smacked by three apples which had been rolled none-too-subtly to join the stuff destined for the bag.

Shooting Llyr the deadliest glare he could muster, Skif stuffed the apples into his bags. “Trying to fatten me up, eh? I thought you said you weren’t going to eat me.”
Llyr quickly defended himself through gesture. Llyr puffed himself up like he was fat, the he pointed at Skif, nodding adamantly “Yes.” Next Llyr pointed at himself and moved his mouth like he was chewing, before pointing at Skif again and shook his head stubbornly “No.”

Skif figured out what he was trying to say; “Fatten you up, yes. But not eat you.”
Skif stuffed the last item into the bag, swung it over his shoulder and stood up. “I am sixteen years old you know. I will be seventeen in four months. For humans that is considered an ADULT. I am perfectly capable of feeding myself, thank you very much.”
Llyr just smirked and tried to lift up Skif’s shirt again.

“Hey! Stop that!” Skif yelled as he slapped at the offending fingertip trying to expose his stomach again. Unfortunately for him, when his hand connected waves of pain erupted from his hand as if he had just punched a solid, rock wall. “OUCH!”

Skif’s pain only caused Llyr to chuckle. Llyr took the injured hand lightly in his own and leaned down and licked as if to kiss it better.

Knowing the only way out of the situation was to give in and just let the whole food issue slide, Skif accepted the now warmed, glowing stone with a polite little “Thank you” before starting to make his way to the pond chamber. Llyr padded along behind him like a faithful dog.

As Skif approached the chamber’s entrance he could see that Llyr had already relit the stones that were spread out thoughout the room. Skif made his way over to the debris pile and set his bag off to the side. He quickly set to the working on organizing the stuff in the pile, doing his best to keep his eyes off the prison housing Sir Erik and the other knights. ‘I’m so not ready to deal with them right now... I really don’t want to be alone all day either. I wonder when Llyr is going to leave.’

Shoving his own loneliness deep down, he moved about to sorting when he remembered the beautiful brass flute. “So are you going to be out all day again today? Because if it’s okay with you, I was wondering if I could borrow this little flute I found yesterday... My grandfather was a great musician and he taught me how to play... not incredibly well but if I could practice a bit I might be able to play you a song or something when you come back... I mean, pets should be entertaining to their masters right...? I’m sorry if I shouldn’t touch it....”

He was cut off when Llyr walked over to the treasure pile where the flute was laid carefully on top.

Skif found that he was holding his breath. A part of him feared the worst; that Llyr would be furious and possibly even destroy it in rage.

Instead Llyr went to the pile and beckoned him over, pointing at the flute. When Skif approached he could see the interest and curiosity in Llyr’s lively, blue eyes.

Unsure, Skif picked up the flute and looked up at the Dragon. Llyr made a clear “play” gesture.


“Okay, just warning you in advance; I’m very out of practice so this might not sound so great.” With nervous fingers at the ready, Skif took a big breath and began. The song he picked was lullaby for sheep—it was simple and soothing. I was the first song he had ever learned and the easiest piece he knew. His fingers still tripped a bit over it, causing quite a few sour notes. As he ended the song Skif blushed with shame, convinced that it was one of the worst performances he had ever given.

Llyr seemed to have enjoyed it though, as he clapped enthusiastically. But this didn’t convince Skif. ‘Either he’s tone death or has no idea what a flute should really sound like... Probably the latter as he is a dragon after all. I’m not sure how often they hang around actual musicians... without eating them, anyway.’

When Skif moved to place it back down among the other treasures, Llyr stopped him and pointed at the flute and then the bag and nodded.

For a second Skif was torn. The old, submissive Skif would never have been brave enough to ask to play the flute, let alone take it when it was offered. ‘But I really want it. It reminded me so much of Grandpa... It felt so nice just to sit and play for a little bit yesterday. I don’t want to spend another day like yesterday waiting for Llyr to come back because the light had gone out. If I take it at least I could practice some more while I wait.”

With a gentle smile on his face, Skif looked up to Llyr and said, “Thank you, Llyr. You don’t know how much this means to me. I promise with a little more practice that I will be able to play so much better for you.”

Llyr leaned down and pushed the tip of his nose into Skif’s belly and purred. He left his head there for a few minutes before he pulled away and picked up Skif and walked out on the ledge. A confused Skif was placed on his feet facing Llyr who was practically bouncing with joy for some unknown reason. “Llyr? What’s going on?”
The excited Dragon sat back on his haunches and quickly gestured between the two of them before locking his both his thumbs together and waving his fingers.

Unsure of what he was trying to say Skif asked, “I don’t get it. We are birds?”
Shaking his head “no” Llyr tried again. This time after he did the ‘us’ gestures he flapped his wings a bit and then pointed to the sky.

“You mean we’re going to fly? But Llyr, I can’t fly. I’m human and humans don’t have wings.” As he spoke he turned around and pointed at his wingless back.

Llyr just gave him a “duh” look and then gestured that he would carry him, moving to pick him up.

Skif quickly evaded Llyr’s hands, “Wait. Are we leaving for good? What about the Knights? We can’t leave them like that.”

Rolling his eyes, Llyr made a series of gestures that seemed to say, “We go and then come back later when the sun is down.”

Not entirely convinced that this was a good idea—Skif had only flown with Llyr once before, at which time he was unconscious. Gathering his newly restored courage he took a step forward. “This is safe right? You won’t drop me right?

Llyr did his hissing laughter thing which Skif didn’t find as comforting a clear “NO, I WOULD NEVER DROP YOU” declaration.

So he asked again, “You really promise not to drop me?”

Taking Skif’s concern a little more seriously this time, Llyr picked up a small rock that had somehow managed to survive Skif’s tirade last night and dropped it off the cliff. He then pointed at Skif and shook his head “no.” To emphasize, he pointed at himself and then his eyes before making a cross sign on his heart and shook his head again, as if to say “I won’t drop you. I promise.’

Still not completely convinced, but willing to trust Llyr, Skif took the last few steps into Llyr’s reach. He only hoped that he had not also put himself directly in front of danger.

“Should I leave my bag behind?” Skif asked, unsure exactly how this was going to work.

When Llyr nodded “no,” and began to reach for Skif again, he took a step back, doing his best not to retreat again, “Wait. Just give me a sec. Okay…? I need to fasten the bag closed.” His fingers fumbled over the leather fasteners of the bag, refusing to form the secure knots he felt bag would need to prevent anything from escaping during the flight. Not that Skif really minded the delay.

Unfortunately, all too soon he had the knots secure and Llyr picked him up. He placed Skif’s back against his warm, scaly belly and wrapped both arms around him, covering Skif’s torso and stomach while still leaving his legs hanging free.

When Skif looked forward, his eyes suddenly took in the great distance between himself and the ground. Fear welled up in him as he made a quick grab for security and wrapped himself around the only available object that he could get his arms around, Llyr’s thumb. Vivid memories of his near fatal fall not long ago from this very same cliff flowed rapidly through his mind, turning his nervousness to near hysterical panic.

In a panic Skif begged Llyr to reconsider, “Llyr I changed my mind. I’ll just wait here. I still have so much to do... I need to sort those piles out. I was going to try to take a bath in the stream... Because I really stink. Just smell me, I reek... I’ll be fine while you are gone, really. I can practice playing the flute... By the time you get back I will be so much better. You will really enjoy my playing then...”

But Llyr was undeterred as he stepped right up next to the cliff edge.

Skif panic blossomed into complete terror, “NO LLYR. I’M REALLY SCARED. JUST PUT ME DOWN. I DON’T WANT TO GO. I WILL FALL. I WILL… AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” His desperate yelling became screams of terror as Llyr jumped off the edge, head first.