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

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.



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Chapter Fifteen



When he flew off, he wasn’t completely convinced that when he came back Skif would still be there. Every few minutes he checked the mindlink and was assured that Skif was exactly where he had left him. But that didn’t ease his anxiety the entire day he was away.



After getting some much needed breakfast, he spent most of the day flying over the nearby mountains in search of any signs of an ogre village. Not wanting to fly too far away, he often flew over the same area several times. He was so distracted that he wouldn’t have noticed a whole army if he passed directly over them. Sunset was a few candle marks off when he finally gave up his fruitless search and made his way back.



Kieran barely remembered that he was supposed to bring back the rope. He made a quick stop at the cave to grab it and took a few minutes to light a few of the stones in both chambers. ‘Skif will like it better if the place is lighted when he comes back. He probably wants to take care of the damn knights again when we get back. No matter what they do to him he is still too kind-hearted to let them suffer.’



Taking off again, he headed towards the gully. He purposefully flew overhead a couple times to signal his arrival. On the fourth pass, Kieran sensed that Skif had seen him

and was making his way to the entrance of the gully where he had landed the first time.



It was very clear that a day away from the cave and the knights had done wonders for his mate-to-be. Skif was more upbeat and happy. Kieran could clearly sense that his precious boy had made some important decisions. Unfortunately, the level of the mindlink he was able to achieve at the moment was not powerful enough to penetrate beyond surface thoughts; he could only read thoughts that ran across the boy’s mind as he thought them. That would, of course, change when they consummated their bond and the link became permanent, stronger and then worked both ways. ‘Oh I can hardly wait for that,’ Kieran thought as he watched Skif make his way over to him.



Skif was laden with a second bag, and from the smell it was Skif. The strong spicy scent of carrier was much clearer than it had been on the boy himself. The stench of others on borrowed clothes still masked his own pure tantalizing aroma. ‘I thought he said he wanted to wash...? He had the time and I can smell the soap in the bag. So what stopped him? He didn’t wash at the cave; that water was freezing, but the pond in the gully should have been warmer.’ Kieran tilted his head as he tried to think of any other reason Skiff would not have bathed. ‘Maybe he didn’t want to contaminate the horses’ drinking water? He was so careful with his and the knights’ waste at the cave, keeping it as far away from the stream as he could manage. If that’s the case, then all I have to do is find another pond and dump him into it. I think I remember one within walking distance. I don’t think I can stand the smell of anyone else on him for very much longer.’



Hiding his displeasure over the boy’s dirty state; Kieran instead offered a warm smile as he watched Skif approach. As soon as Skif was close enough, Kieran grabbed the petite human and enjoyed the simple comfort of having him safe in his arms once again. ‘I missed you so much, little one.’



Skif put up with the cuddling for a moment before he started to squirm. “Okay. I’m glad to see you too, but Llyr, let me down. You’re squishing me.’ Reluctantly, Kieran set him down, but he didn’t stop purring in contentment.



After Skif’s mental breakdown last night Kieran wasn’t entirely sure how the boy would react. He rather expected Skif to fall back into the irritating submissive behaviour he had shown so far. It was astounding when Skif actually tried to stand up to him first thing in the morning when he tried to make Skif eat an extra apple or even pack some more for another meal. Skif proved to have a real backbone buried underneath his submissive behaviour. He was determined that two apples were enough sustenance for the day despite his malnourished state.



The fact that Kieran could be equally stubborn and larger was what finally won their minor standoff. ‘Dad always said my stubbornness would cost me someday. Well, this time it came in very handy, I will have to tell him about this next time I see him.’



On the whole, Kieran was more than willing to put up with Skif’s attitude if it meant he was becoming more confident, less reliant on the Knights and building more trust towards him.



He really thought he had ruined everything when his stupid attempt at showing off had nearly gotten his mate killed. If Skif had decided to make a run for it then and there, Kieran he would have let him go. It would have broken his heart, maybe even his very soul, but Skif had every right to demand his freedom. Kieran had broken his promise that Skif would be safe, that Kieran would never ever let him fall. Skif was completely within his rights to tell him to go to any of the nine hells and then leave.



Instead, the worst his angry carrier had done was a furious verbal tongue whipping and an offer of a second chance to not only gain his forgiveness but also regain his trust. To any dragon such an offer would have been mind blowing. Dragons were creatures of fire, quick-tempered and rarely forgiving without exacting some terrible form of revenge. Kieran himself was known to be one of the worse and have one of the fiercest tempers.



He could not help but beam with pride at his destined mate’s enormous heart and open-minded nature. ‘I will do everything in my power to prove that I am worthy of this second chance and regain his trust.’



To that effect Kieran showed Skif how serious he was by showing him he had remembered to bring the rope back.



When Skif smiled at the sight of the rope, a warm feeling bloomed in his chest. Gaining his trust the first time had been so hard he was afraid the second time would be impossible.



Skif Clearly thought that Kieran’s arrival meant it was time to return to the cave, so he stepped forward to take the rope. Kieran pulled it out of his reach and pointed at both of them, then gestured with two fingers that he wanted to go for a walk together, which didn’t seemed to convince Skif. Instead of trying to explain again, he decided to just start walking towards the pond and hopes Skif eventually figured it out and followed on his own. He didn’t make it even halfway down the hill before Skif called after him to slow down.



Kieran turned around and saw Skif struggling to walk. Kieran knew Skif wasn’t one to complain despite the difficulty of carrying both bags, which were obviously awkward sizes and shapes and very heavy. Kieran walked back and bit gently on the saddlebag resting in Skif’s arms. Holding it in his teeth, he was careful not to puncture the thick leather exterior or crush the contents.



Skif was very apprehensive and tried to jump and grab it from his teeth. “No, Llyr. Put it down! Please, that’s my stuff.” Ignoring him, Kieran continued to make his way towards the pond. Skif didn’t stop complaining as he followed after him. “I’m serious, Llyr, I need that bag. It has my clothes in there, my own clothes.”



The trip to the pond would have only taken a few minutes by air, but Kieran didn’t think Skif was quite ready for an airborne trip just yet. Instead of flying, Kieran lead the way along a few grassy hills and then a short jaunt through a forest. They came to a meadow with a rather large pond that could easily be a small lake. Making his way over to it, he placed the bag in his teeth down and then turned to watch Skif huff his way over.



Skif was not happy when he reached his bag; he instantly dropped down to check the contents. Once he was sure the contents were undamaged, he turned around and scolded Kieran. “I was perfectly capable of carrying my own stuff, Llyr. So what is so important about this spot?”



Ignoring the snippiness in the boy’s voice, Kieran pointed at the Lake. Skif’s annoyance quickly melted away as curiosity took over. Making his way over to the water’s edge, he looked around for anything that might have attracted Kieran.


A sudden mischievous influence came over him and as he moved up behind Skif and nudged the unsuspecting boy into the cool water. The lake wasn’t too deep near the shore, and Skif quickly came up sputtering. “What was that for?”



Laughing at the angry and soaked carrier standing in the water, Kieran pointed at him then sat back on his haunches and pinched his nose as he waved the air in front of him. Skif glared at him. “You could have just said that. You didn’t need to push me in.”

Kieran purred soothingly as his carrier, who looked half-drowned as he stomped his way out of the water. “You can be such a child sometimes, Llyr... Look, now my boots are soaked. They will take forever to dry now. Thanks.” His initial anger waned as he made his way towards his stuff to get soap and clean clothes. Skif had been craving a full bath for days now. Through the mindlink Kieran knew that Skif attributed his behaviour to his childish nature and the possibility that his stench was more offensive to

Kieran’s sensitive dragon noise.



Trying to be helpful, Kieran picked up the saddlebag and tried to open it, but the knots of the ties were too small for him to get a grasp on with his large talon-tipped fingers. But he didn’t have long to try and open it, because Skif was there in a second jumping up, attempting to take it from him. “Give me that. I can get my own clothes out. If you want to help, go gather firewood. The sun will set in a mark or so, and it is already starting to get colder. I will wash up better while you are gone. Okay?”

Handing over the bag, Kieran was happy to be able to provide for his mate-to-be. ‘He wants a fire, so I will show him one. Dragons are the best for making fires. I will make him the biggest darn fire he has ever....” His thoughts were cut short when Skif’s concerned voice interrupted.



“Umm, just a small fire, okay? We don’t want to burn down the whole area, right? A few branches will do. We don’t need a whole tree?” The memory of the apple tree lying on the ledge and the image of the devilish smirk on Kieran’s face had fuelled Skif’s imagination until he could easily picture the entire forest covered in fire. Knowing that he was quite capable of such foolishness, Kieran nodded sheepishly.



Now certain that he had nothing to worry about, Skif quickly opened the bag and grabbed his clothing and a scented bar of soap. Having collected the supplies he needed, Skif made his way back to the lake and started to strip. The sight of the wet, nimble body with the light of the setting sun glistening off every bend and curve went straight to Kieran's cock, causing it to jerk with desire.



‘Damn it!’ Kieran quickly made his way to the forests. He focused his mind entirely on the task at hand. He put an extreme amount of care into selecting each branch for the fire and then took great care not to break too much from each of the trees, anything to keep his mind off the fuckable treat bathing behind him.



By the time that he was done he had more than enough wood to keep Skif warm for not only the entire night but also every night for the rest of the year. Taking only a small selection, Kieran made his way back. Skif was already done and was now dressed in patchwork clothes that fit nicely on his slight frame. He had gotten a clean rag and was using it to dry his long strawberry locks. His feet were bare; his wet boots lay next to a wet pile of clothes. Both Skif and the wet clothes smelled strongly of soap. The soap had clearly washed the disgusting odor of others from his boy, but also enhanced the strong, spicy scent that naturally belonged to him. It would be clear now to any dragon that he was an un-mated (and un-awakened) carrier ready to be claimed.

Kieran’s inner beast growled, “MINE!” Frustrated by his inability to do anything to claim Skif right now, Kieran focused his attention on building a fire. He easily broke up the large branches, stripping off the smaller limbs and placing them in a proper tripod shape.



Skif claimed several long, thin branches; he used a bit of leather slashing to tie the branches into a makeshift clothesline. He placed it safely near the edge of the campfire after Kieran lit it with his fiery breath. He then stretched the wet clothes over it. Kieran watched as Skif staked his sopping boots on more pole branches next to his clothesline. He easily pulled his bags closer to the fire. Skif stretched out his own personal bedroll on the ground and sat down on it.



Kieran settled himself right behind Skif’s bedroll, blocking him and the fire from the chilly night wind that had started not too long after the sun sank completely below the horizon. For a while Skif just finger combed his long hair before the fire, trying to completely dry it in the warmth of the fire. Kieran was content to watch those skilful, slender fingers work out the knots. With the last of the tangles removed from his silky hair, Skif worked the strands into a neat, tight braid that fell down his back nearly to his sexy ass.



It was Skif that finally broke the silence that had descended as the night fell. “Umm, Llyr? The other day before you left you said we would talk. What was it that you wanted to talk about?”



For a few minutes Kieran had not a clue what the boy was talking about, till he remembered that Skif had wanted to question him about his age and other stuff. The events of the day before had made him completely forget that had he not only promised to come right back but also promised to talk.



Communicating with gestures was okay with simple concepts like “Come, stay” and “I no eat you”. But to give Skif the answers to his unspoken questions was much harder.

Unsure about how to go about this, Kieran figured his best bet was to get Skif to start asking questions and then just let his own curiosity lead the conversation. Doing his best to get things started, Kieran pointed at Skif then drew a question mark in the air and finally pointed at himself.



Skif’s confusion came through clear on all medias—the mindlink, his face and in his words. “I question you? What am I supposed to ask you about?”



Kieran could only wave his hand, as if to say “anything” in an unfortunately vague gesture.



“You want me to ask about anything? Anything that I want to know? Could I ask you about yourself?” Skif inquired.



Glad that Skif was able to grasp his meaning, Kieran nodded adamantly.

“Umm. Okay. I guess I should start with something simple right? How about your age? How old are you, Llyr?”



‘Crap a toughie right from the start. How the heck do I explain that dragons age differently than humans? Hell, how do I gesture a year at all? I guess the best bet would be to simply use counting gestures.’ Kieran pointed at Skif and then held up a single finger followed by six others to demonstrate Skif’s age. He then pointed at himself and held up four fingers and a closed fist twice to signify two zeroes.



“You are four hundred years old?” Skif asked in amazement. “Wow. How old is that in dragon years? I don’t mean to offend, but you kind of hit me as if you are fairly young. I mean elves are said to age far slower than humans. Maybe Dragons are the same? ”



Nodding, Kieran held up two fingers then one. Twenty-one.



“Twenty-one? You don’t act it sometimes, Llyr.” Laughing, Skif continued, “Where did you come from? Dragons haven’t been seen in this country for hundreds of years.”

Doing his best, Kieran simply pointed to the northwest. He really could not think of any other way to indicate where the dragons’ lands lay, or the distance. “Hmm. So why did you come here then?”



‘Ahhh, an easy question finally.’ All he did was point to his mouth and chew. As an afterthought he decided to soften the gesture by also pointing to his eyes and then gazing around.



Skif’s response came out a slight choked. “You came here for...food...? Umm, I think we should move on to something else. Do you have any family?”



After another affirmative nod, Skif continued. “You miss them?” Yes again. “Will you ever see them again or are dragons like other birds or...lizards that have to set up their own territory when they grow up?”



‘First he thinks of me like a dog. Now I am a lizard! Next, he will probably compare me to a snake if I do the snake tongue flicking.’ He simply pointed northwest again and he then pointed at both of them then gestured northwest again.



“You are going to take me home with you? To meet your family? They won’t eat me, right?” Kieran could feel Skif’s fear building; he quickly cut it off with a low growl and wrapped his tail around Skif to show that he would protect him.



“Thanks, Llyr. I would like to see the land of the Dragons. All I know of them are vague descriptions from bards’ stories retold throughout the centuries—that dragons’ homeland is an island where the very land itself is constantly ablaze and inhabited only by demons, dragons and other foul beasts worse than any you would find in nightmares.” Skif was genuinely excited to see Kieran’s home, but he would be disappointed if he believed those foolish legends. All he could do was shaking his head no. “That’s not what it’s like there? I guess I should not have put so much stock in what all those silly bards had to say. They were so wrong about you being a mindless beast. And it is true that no one has ever come back alive.... I guess I will have to wait and see for myself.”



***



Their conversation continued for several candle marks. When Skif ran out of questions for Llyr he started to tell him about himself, his family, their farm and his dream of one day becoming a great knight of legend. Excluding the slaying of dragons, of course.

Only when the full moon rose did Skif realize exactly how late it was. “Llyr, it’s getting late. Do you want to spend the night here or would you like to go back to the cave? If it is okay with you, I would rather go back to the cave. I still haven’t taken care of the knights today.”



Llyr seemed to get a little grumpy at the mention of the knights, but he still agreed. It didn’t take Skif long to gather up his belongings. Luckily for him his clothes and boots were dry. When Skif pointed out that they should put out the fire, Llyr used his mouth to transport several loads of water to drown it out.



Once completed, Skif used the rope to tie the bags to his waist and then attach his waist to Llyr’s large wrist. For extra comfort and security, Llyr tucked him in tightly to his warm chest.



As Llyr laboured into the sky, Skif dared a glance at of the sleeping land below; it seemed so peaceful bathed in the soft moonlight. When they finally landed at the cave, Llyr carried Skif into the pond chamber before setting him down. With the aid of the dulling glow from the Posrothaina stones, Skif was able to untie the rope from Llyr and the bags.



While Llyr was relighting the stones, Skif quickly collected go the stuff he needed for the Knights—the old waste buckets, some apples and he refilled the empty water skins He also grabbed some of the extra foodstuffs that he had gathered from the Knights’ gear. When he was ready he easily tied the rope to his waist and handed the other end to Llyr. Before giving Llyr the signal that he was ready, he took a couple of minutes to collect himself. ‘I will not let anything Sir Erik says affect me. I am neither his whore nor his slave. I don’t have to do this for them. I am strong. I am strong.’



With no effort, Llyr moved the boulder aside. He quickly shoved a lighted stone inside and removed the old one. Skif took advantage of the Knights’ blindness and slipped in and replaced the disgusting waste-filled buckets with the clean ones. Unfortunately, their sight had recovered by the time he brought in the refilled water skins. The old water skins were placed next to their bedrolls, so he had to get closer to them to collect them.



“Well, it is about time, you slutty witch. We are starving. The water ran out hours ago. We have had to put up with the disgusting smell of our own waste all day. Make your damn beast give us more light and heat. It is freezing in here, or maybe you are too busy daydreaming about sucking off your pet.”



‘If you knew how to conserve, you wouldn’t be dying of hunger and thirst.’ Biting back any retort, Skif focused on the task at hand. He really would rather be as far as possible from his former master and his cronies, but they would not be able to survive without his aid.



When he took back the empty water skins and food bags, he grabbed the Knights’ daily food rations. He took it over to Sir Thomas who at first backed away, unsure of Skif’s intentions. Sir Thomas was one of the few Knights that would stand up to Sir Erik. Skif hoped that he would be able to manage the food for the four of them if given the task directly. In the past, Skif recalled that Sir Erik would take more than his fair share of food, like when they traveled in winter and food was scarce, he would often steal someone’s entire ration and blame it on Skif.



“Sir Thomas, here is today’s rations. I put in the same amount of apples as last time. But I also slipped in some way bread and cheeses.... I got them from...I managed to salvage some. It should last you a little longer, but you need to ration it.” He barely managed to catch himself before he mentioned that he had left the cave and had not made any escape attempt. There was no way they would understand the situation and it would only add fuel to their suspicions of him.



Skif didn’t let go of the bag till Sir Thomas stepped forward to take it with a nod. He grabbed a piece of way bread from the pack and walked over to where Sir Fredrick stood next to Sir Marcus. Sir Marcus was clearly still not happy with Skif, possibly even believed some of Sir Erik’s lies. He tried to place himself between his cousin and Skif, but Sir Fredrick would have none of it and pushed him aside.



Although he would really like to check for himself the progress of Sir Fredrick’s wounds, he felt it best for the both of them if he just asked. “Sir Fredrick, may I be so bold as to ask how your wounds are healing? Any sign of infection? Heat? Swelling? Or oozing pus?”



“My ribs still hurt like hellfire when I move, but the potion packs you left ease it enough that I am able to sleep. Sir Marcus has cleaned my wounds and changed the bandages. He tells me that the cuts are closing slowly.” Sir Fredrick placed his hand on Sir Marcus’s shoulder and squeezed lightly, a silent ‘thanks’ between friends.



“That is very good, Milord. Your ribs will take quite a few weeks to heal fully. If you wish to speed the healing process, I recommend sleep and getting plenty to eat and drink. Milord, please try to refrain from move as much as possible. Is there anything I can get for you?” Despite, Sir Marcus’s angry glowering, Skif handed him the piece of way bread still wrapped in the protective parchment.



Sir Fredrick nodded and took it. “I will try my best, squire. We are in need of some clean bandages. There is enough to last another day or so, but not beyond that. If you manage to scrounge up some soap and perhaps another bucket of water for washing, I know we all would like an opportunity to wash up a bit just as you have managed.”



Slightly embarrassed by his lack of foresight, he ducked his head. “My apologies, Milord Fredrick. I will see if I can find anything that should prove adequate to your needs. I shall also take the dirty bandages and clean them. You shall have both tomorrow, on my honour.” Skif bowed and stepped back.



He turned around to exit the chamber; he ended up walking right into Sir Erik. It was clear that he was not pleased that Skif had chosen to ignore him. Skif tried to struggle free of his grasp, he could feel the slack lessening in the leash as Llyr readied to drag him out once again.



‘The time I have cowered before this bastard is over. He has no power over me.’ Skip wrenched his arms free and stepped back. “I would beg of you, Milord that you refrain from touching me again. As you well remember, my lord Dragon seems to take quite an offense to it.”



The deadly glare that Skif received would have sent him into hysterics in the past. But the new, more confident Skif just let it slide right over him, leaving him with a fear which he was able to conceal.



With a straight back, Skif made his way to the exit. He was almost out when Sir Erik finally managed to find his voice. “I see you have managed to bewitch the beast into bringing you your old clothes. What spell did you conjure to do the task? Or was it that you shook that ass of yours and he jumped to it?”



Sir Erik’s insults caused him to stop mid-step and turn around. The look on Sir Erik’s face was sadistic pleasure, clearly glad that he had managed to gain the upper hand over the situation. The other three Knights’ eyes widened in shock, then slid to

suspicion, anger and disgust. It was clear that none of them would ever trust Skif again. In their minds, he was a witch and whore who seduced their captor and their proof was the threadbare cloth on his back.



It hurt that they would have so little trust in him, but Skif buried that feeling.



“Yes, I have managed to gain my clothes and access to the foodstuffs from our gear. Whatever was still edible is now in the bag Sir Thomas holds. I have done the best I can to free you. When it was clear that escape for you was impossible, I pledged myself to the service of the dragon so that you might have food and water, even light and warm blankets. I am trapped just as much as you. Not by walls of earth and rock, but by loyalty, kindness and my Honour. That very same honour you have befouled on any number of occasions.”



His words seemed to have no effect on any of them, but Skif continued anyway. “Llyr is not some mindless beast from legend. He is as smart as any of you, if not more so as you are clearly his captives. He has been nothing but kind to me. He asks nothing of me. Three times now he has been humane enough to allow me to care for you, despite each time you accuse him of foul perversions that you yourselves have all committed against me any number of times. I hold no power over him; he does what he wishes. I am grateful that he allows me to help you.”



Their anger only deepened as Skif talked of the Dragon as the good one in this situation. ‘Not that I blame them, not after what happen to Sir William and Sir Godfrey... This is all just a waste of my time. They will never believe that I am doing the best I can to help them and that I haven’t betrayed them. Hell, after their betrayal they don’t deserve any explanation from me.’



“I am clearly wasting your time, my Lords. I leave now. I will bring you more supplies tomorrow.” Resolved, Skif turned and left them. Llyr slid the boulder back into place.

With a sigh, Skif turned to a very concerned dragon staring down at him. Once out of sight of the knights, Skif felt his newfound confidence slip, but managed to keep from falling into a ball of quivering tears. ‘I have done that more than enough lately.’



“I’m fine, Llyr. I promise. Just let me take care of these buckets and then we can go to bed, okay?”



Llyr followed him as he dealt of with the buckets and placed them back next to the boulder. Skif didn’t fight him when he picked him up, along with his bags, and carried him into the nest chamber for the night.