Dragon Bait

Title: Dragon Bait

Synopsis: Skif's 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: For now Pg14

Warning: General Warning for Story. Chapters may vary. Abuse, Anal, Anthro, Bond, language, 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.

11/16/2009- Hey all just letting you all Know this chapter has been edited. Please enjoy the improved readability.


“” =spoken words
‘’ =thoughts

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Chapter 1


After three exhausting hours of working at the manacles, all tired Skif had managed to do was get himself turned around to face the wooden stake and wrench his wrists so bad that blood flowed down his arms. He was panting; trying to breathe in the stupid dress the Knights had made him wear as the midday heat beat down on him. The heavy wool dress was too heavy to be worn in summer, and the corset that Knights had forced him into was laced painfully tight. The hot, muggy wind offered no relief as Skif rested his forehead against the stake.

He felt sick; his head pounded, blurring his vision and his churning stomach, refused to settle down. Tired, Skif tried closed his eyes, but it offered little help. It had been days since he’d had a decent meal and nothing to drink since yesterday. Skif didn’t count the loads of cum the Knights had made him swallow the night before.

Last night, Sir Erik and his friends had taken turns forcing their members down Skif’s sore, dry throat as they joked about “filling him with creamy goodness” for the dragon. Skif lost count of how many had used him; all he knew was that at some point he passed out. However, from the feeling of his body, when he awoke, his lack of consciousness had not stopped them from having their fun, as his sore ass and back muscles could attest.

When he came to he was already tied to a large wooden stake, placed conveniently placed in the little valley in front of the cave that was supposedly the dragon’s lair. No one else was in sight except for the damn sheep that was also tethered to the stake. Skif couldn’t tell if he or the sheep was the dinner and who was dessert. In reality he really didn’t want to know.

Skif had screamed and begged to be let go, ‘til his voice was hoarse. He knew the Knights were out there hiding, waiting for the dragon to return and find this tasty maiden and her pet sheep waiting for him. Skif knew that there was no help coming; he was supposed to be the dragon’s bait. And nothing ever went good for the bait.

When the dragon had first been seen flying over the western lands of the kingdom, the king had decreed that the knight who slew the foul beast would win the hand of one of his fair daughters and a dukedom of all the western lands. The moment that Skif’s lord heard this, he and his friends made haste to get there first; they even bought Skif a mule to ride so that he didn’t slow them down.

They were not the first to arrive as they had hoped, but lucky for them no other Knight had any luck catching the beast despite having found its lair. The locals told Skif that many a Knight had marched bravely into the lair, but none had marched out. The beast continued to ravage the livestock and burn the fields at twilight. The villagers had tried a virgin maiden as an offering, but the beast had simply eaten her and rested one day before continuing on its rampage.

One of the Knights traveling with Sir Erik came up with a brilliant plan that Skif personally didn’t think was so great. Instead of marching in to face the dragon and meeting certain death, they needed to lure the dragon out and kill it while it was feeding. All the knights and villagers thought that was a great idea, with one small hiccup. No one wanted to offer their daughter as the sacrifice. The previous maiden was a priestess from the local temple.

Sir Erik didn’t see that as a problem. “It need not be a real maiden. I highly doubt that the beast will stop to check, even if it has enough brains to think such a thought. The bait need only look like a girl. Any boy in a dress will do.” Everyone seemed to agree with him, but when a volunteer was called for and no one stepped forward, Sir Erik pushed Skif into the center of the group. “My noble squire has just told me he will volunteer to lure the dragon out for us to slay.”

Skif had turned around to face his lord in complete shock, his mouth a gasp, flapping away, but words refused to come. At once his arms had been grabbed by some knights and he was carted back to the horses. When Skif managed to finally find himself again he began to scream and struggle. His arms and legs were quickly bound together and a gag was forced into his mouth.

Before his eyes, the townspeople broke into celebration, bringing forth ale and food to honor the soon-to-be saviors; music soon followed and then dancing. All the townspeople and Knights enjoyed themselves while Skif looked on in horror as they rejoiced over his coming death. Most people just overlooked him, as if he was no more important than the horse he was bound next too. The few times he managed to catch someone’s eye the person’s gaze would only linger for a moment before their face would take on a pitying look as they walked away, as if to say, “I’m glad it’s not me.”

Hours later when night truly ruled and the party started to die down, the Knights decided it was time to set up their plan. One of them cut the tie that held Skif’s arms to his legs, but still left them bound. He was hoisted up on his mule on his stomach and tied to the saddle; a lead line was attached to the mule so they could be lead away.

Just when Skif thought all hope was lost, he noticed a farmer walking up with a sheep in tow. Skif had begged with his eyes and mumbled behind his gag, imploring the farmer to save him. For a split second the farm locked eyes with him and Skif’s heart jumped for joy. ‘Thank the gods I’m saved!’ he thought, before his hopes were dashed by the words that the farmer spoke. “Milords, may I beg a moment of your time? I have a thought about your wonderful plan. Not that I, a lowly commoner, doubt the brilliance of your great plan. But I have noticed the boy is quite small and very lean. Not much of a meal for a dragon at all. So I offer you my fattest sheep. I pray and hope that the sheep, in addition to the boy of course, will be enough to distract the dragon while you attack.” So the sheep was tethered to the same horse that Skif’s mule was tied to.

Tears fell from his eyes as the lights of the village disappeared behind them. The Knights made camp at the far edge of the valley opposite the cave but hidden from it. For once they did not make Skif set up the camp, allowing him instead to lie on the ground tied to a tree so he could not squirm away. The Knights continued their merrymaking and drank as they waited for the dawn. They made jokes about the situation like: how many bites the dragon would get out of their scrawny squire and what a pretty maiden he would make. At some point, one of them thought it would be a good idea to dress Skif up right then so they could have some fun with the poor maiden before she went to heaven. They said it would be a shame to send a pretty virgin to such a death in the dragon’s belly. As if Skif was anything close to being a virgin after three years of this life.

So for the last night of his life Skif was filled at both ends, by their disguising cocks, pounding into him. When the blackness that signified an oncoming unconsciousness and release of pain, not to mention the coming doom ahead, began to invade his sight, Skif welcomed it.

The peace didn’t last -- only a few hours later Skif woke. To find his arms tied above his head to a stake so that his feet could barely touch the ground and still clothed in a soiled wool dress with only a sheep for company.

Now having no energy left to scream or fight, Skif took the only recourse left to him, he prayed. Skif never considered himself very religious—yes, He went to the temples on holy days and always gave thanks for every meal (no matter how small). But he never asked for anything from the gods before in his life, believing instead that if he was meant to have something he would work to get it on his own. “The gods help those who help themselves” was his mother’s favorite saying. Well, Skif certainly could not help himself out of this one, so he prayed that the gods would take pity on him.

The only answer he received was the thundering roar coming from the Dragon’s Lair. A quivering Skif looked over his shoulder to see a large mass immerging from the depths of the cave on the cliff at the back of the valley. The large mass which was most definitely the dragon everyone was talking about spreads its wings and dove off only to turn up at the last second and glide overhead at the last second before hitting the ground. For a second both Skif and the sheep stood there in shock both silently praying that the Dragon was off to find its own prey only to see the shadow of the dragon blanket them as it circled around above their head. With renewed energy Skif fought to free himself to no avail.

The sheep, on the other hand seemed to have more luck easily slipping free from his tethered collar and took off running for the hills. The dragon just as easily swopped down and grabbed the fleeing sheep and carrying it into the sky. Skif prayed that would be enough for the dragon and now he would fly off somewhere else, leaving him be.

The gods where truly not with Skif today as a second later tremendous winds from above alerted Skif that something big was about to land right behind him. The winds forced Skif sideways on the stake before swinging him back several times. His wrists and arms screamed in pain as they were wrenched about ‘til the dragon landed with a thud.

Skif glanced over his shoulder again to see the dragon now sitting on his hindquarters facing him holding the bellowing sheep in one of its clawed hands. Up close the creature was breathtaking, it was easily as big as the small barn back home, six or seven times the size of any war horse. Its scales were deep sparkling blue, the colour of a beautiful sapphire Skif once saw on a noble woman’s finger, the underside of his wings and belly where a softer paler blue like you might see in the sky in the morning on a clear day. His hand looked graceful with the almost human shaped tip and long talons.

The dragon’s tail was long, easily one and half times as long as his body and had black barbs running along the top. Skif felt that his very soul would be sucked from his torn and tattered body as he gazed into the dragon’s emerald green eyes.

‘Amazing! I have never seen something so beautiful before. I wonder how his scales would feel under…’ Skif thought before he caught himself. NO! He isn’t beautiful. He’s going to eat you. Then you can feel his sharp teeth and the slide down his throat,’ Skif berated himself mentally.

As if to prove him right the dragon raised the poor sheep up and plopped it in his mouth then turning back to a terrified Skif with a smirk. Skif slowly watch the lump that was the still alive sheep slowly slide down the Dragon’s throat; he could not help gulping himself as he knew he was to be the next course.

Turning away from the dragon to face the wooden post for what he thought would be the last time, he couldn’t help but pray that the beast would make it quick. ‘Please don’t let it be painful; I have suffered enough. Let this miserable life just be over.’
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It was quite late when Kieran finally flew into the valley near his cave. Normally he liked to get back before the sun went down, but the three cows and the farmer left him so full and tired that it took him longer flying back than normal. In fact it was way after midnight, when he flew over the knights’ camp at the mouth of the valley. Knowing full well that he would have to deal with them in the morning when they came into his cave to try and kill him, Kieran circled around above.

He counted six Knights that seemed to be enjoying a most unwilling wench. There didn’t seem to be any wizards or mystic priest or even a holy paladin in the party. From the lack of grace in their movements told him that it wasn’t likely that any of them had ever seen any battles. ‘It will likely be as easy as the last group of knight who delivered themselves to me.’ He thought as he head back to his cave. ‘Free breakfast; self-marinated knights. yummm!’ He thought as he finally flew back to his temporary home.

When Kieran awoke the next day the sun was already high. Kieran had expected the knights to wake him up by now. ‘Likely drank themselves near to death last night. Probably suffering from massive hangovers. I should be nice and go relieve them of their pain.’
He teased as he stretched out his tired muscles and flexed his wings. He made his way through the cave to the entrances.

Before leaping off, he spotted a strange pair of dots in the center of his valley.
Using his excellent dragon sight, Kieran was able to make out that the dots where a sheep and that poor wench the knight were fucking the life out of last night.

‘So the little knights have set up a little trap. Little smarter than the last group. But come on. The tradition was a virgin maiden not a one that been used so many times she lost all her innocence. Don’t they know that what gives the girl any taste at all? Well might as well play along for now. It might turn out to be fun. Dinner and entertainment what thoughtful Knights,’ Kieran thought as gave a loud roar before diving off the cliff. He wanted to make sure those knights were up and ready for him.

Kieran turned his dive into a soaring upward motion with the greatest of ease, purposely flying over the maiden and sheep before turning around to begin circling them. He easily spotted the six knights hiding behind rocks and under trees. He chuckled to himself as he noticed that the sheep had seemed to be making a break for it. Kieran swooped it up and flew back to the still bound maiden. Back winging into a landing on his back legs, Kieran could see the down drafts from his wings toss the maiden around like a rag doll.

The winds also carried the girl’s scent, or should he say the boy’s scent to Kieran’s nose. The stench of the dress’ previous owner and the layers of soiled cum on it could not hide the light sweet scent of the terrified boy. Kieran silently sighed. ‘Those Knights really don’t care about tradition at all do they? First not marching into my cave like good little breakfasts, now trying to pass this poor abused boy-whore as a virgin maiden. Please’.

Shaking his head slightly, Kieran took a closer look at supposed maiden offering. The boy could be no older then sixteen, maybe seventeen. He appeared to be about 5’8 with a very lean build; obviously the youth had not gotten enough to eat in a long time. When the wind blew his soft short strawberry blond hair about, Kieran could clearly see bruises on the boy’s neck and upper back. Kieran could also see the blood running down from the manacles that held this tattered beauty before him. When the boy turned his head to look over his shoulder, Kieran could see innocent pools of pale blue filled with warmth. Even after what those knights had done to him he still held some of his innocence.

This surprised Kieran a little. ‘Humans never surprise me!’

Kieran couldn’t help himself as he lowered his mind shield and sent a tendril out to the boy’s mind. The boy’s thoughts came floating to him on a sweet silver voice, ‘Amazing! I have never seen something so beautiful before. I wonder how his scales would feel under… NO! He isn’t beautiful. He’s going to eat you. Then you can feel his sharp teeth and the slide down his throat,’

Kieran couldn’t help himself as he silently chucked, pulling the wiggling sheep up to his mouth and placing it inside, slowly swallowing it whole. He smirked at the look of absolute terror on Skif’s face. Apparently, the sight was too much for the poor boy as he turned away. His silver voice echoing his silent prayer through Kieran’s mind,‘Please don’t let it be painful; I have suffered enough. Let this miserable life just be over.’

Kieran found himself torn. Sure he was all for playing with ones food, especially easy to scare ones like little Skif. ‘The boy would make a tasty snack despite the unwanted seasoning he was wrapped in.’ But a part of Kieran’s own mind was telling him to wait that this boy was special. That he might just be the One. Kieran growled at that very notion. ‘How could this tiny boy be a potential mate, let alone the mystical One? I would likely spilt the poor boy in half if tried to take him in my humanoid form.
There’s no way he could carry my young. Besides there’s no way he could be a carrier; they’re just too rare to begin with and all the way out here, in this dump of a kingdom? Come on.’

A human only creature was able to give birth to dragonets, baby dragons. Dragonesses were rare and have never been fertile. Elves, Gnomes, and Halflings were no good either.
In Kieran’s country, there was a legend, that the first dragon came from the first fires of the volcanoes when the world was still young. But as the dragons grew older over the millions of years and Earth cooled, fewer dragon were born. Fearing the possible extinction one of the Great Lords of Dragons used his magic on some of the small human creatures, blessing some with the ability to survive the heat needed for baby dragons to form. No one knew why the blessing only worked on male humans, only that, when one of those descendants of first chosen humans, who received the carrier blessing, is activated, the human body adjusts itself to accept a Dragon child.

For centuries, those human bloodlines have been monitored and tracked. So the very idea that Kieran could have stumbled across a carrier was almost too much for him to comprehend. But the little voice in his mind was pretty insistent that the quivering boy before him was a carrier.

With a sigh that sound more like a hiss, Kieran relented, ‘It won’t hurt to check him. In the worse case the boy won’t be and I can just eat him.’ Kieran leaned forward on to his front legs, bringing his nose right up to the trembling back of the boy named Skif. His nose was assaulted with multiple smells of different humans and beasts. The dress may not have masked the maleness of the boy’s smell, but it seemed to blend out everything else about him.

Getting frustrated, Kieran grabbed the dress on either side and ripped it away from the boy, causing the boy to release a strangled scream. This little Skif was left standing before him in only a corset which Kieran carefully ran his claws down the back, cutting the stupid thing in two. Once free of the other scents, Kieran grabbed the boy, pulling him up to his nose as close as the stretch bond arms of the boy would allow. Kieran took a deep breath, inhaling all he could from the struggling and screaming human in his hands.

Nearly choking on his own breath, he could not believe it. Plain as day, there was the spicy smell that all non-activated carriers had mixed into Skif’s own sweet scent.

Kieran dropped the human in his shock causing the human to slam forward back into the stake, head first.

Pure joy and elation poured through Kieran’s veins as he looked at the limp, naked carrier before him, now HIS carrier. Kieran puffed up with pride and joy that he could not contain himself as he threw his head back and roared telling for all to here he had found a mate.

Much to Kieran’s annoyance, that just happened to be the same moment that the six knights chose to attack.
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I would like to thank the three Yaoi-lovers Who were kind enough to share their thoughts and criticisms with me. Cobraqueen, Smint45, and Sapphire2619.

Cobraqueen: I thought of going with “Dragon bait to Dragon mate” But it too much like some of my other stories I will share later. I do hope the title grows on you a bit.
I’m sorry to all that the prologue was so short. I wanted to create my world a bit before telling the story but I didn’t want to spend too long on it. I know everyone one wants me to get to the steamy smexy bits SOOON. Lol

I hope this nice seven page Chapter will make it up to you all. Now off to start the next chapter. Which will likely take a couple of days.

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