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



Chapter Seven



For the second time, Skif awoke to an amazing sense of being envelop in warmth. Luckily his mind caught on a lot faster this time. He still jumped a bit when he turned over and was shocked so see the Dragon’s gigantic head staring down at him.



‘Fuck. I hope I’m not going to keep doing that forever. I don’t know if my heart can take this every morning.’



The Dragon above him made that weird bubbling, hissing sound again, that Skif was taking for laughter. Skif could not make out what the Dragon thought was so funny.



‘Either he just finds playing with frightened humans hilarious or he is a bit of a simpleton.’ Skif Thought as he freed himself the blankets and sat up. The first thing he noticed was he was back in the nest chamber. ‘How the fuck did I get back here again? Does he think I’m some kind of doll or something? Maybe he thinks I’m a pet. I loved it when Floyd slept in my bed, so maybe he does to. Great Skif, just great. You have gone from squire to slave to pet, Your Mother will be so proud.’ He scowled.



Above him, the Dragon laughed again.



‘Maybe I should make Rule three of Surviving with a dragon for a roommate be something like: Be funny. He won’t likely eat you if you are amusing enough. I wonder if he likes jokes. Or would he not get them? Well, he seemed to understand me earlier. I wonder if I should try talking with him. Maybe I could get him to let me go or maybe I can convince him to release the knight at least.’ Skif decided that he should probably be standing upright for this, it seemed to be the most respectful thing to do and his neck was starting to hurt from leaning his back so far.



Grateful that the Dragon maintained his sprawled position on nest, Skif was able gather his thoughts before he spoke. The Dragon almost looked like he was expecting him to say or do something amusing.



“Milord Dragon,” Skif said with a bow. “I have not properly introduced myself. My name is Skif of Laf Shukia; I am a squire of Sir Erik, one of Knights you currently have locked up.” The dragon merely did his purring-hiss thing, which sounded as if he was pleased so Skif continued. “Milord Dragon, if I may be so bold may I ask you a few questions?”



The Dragon nodded.



“You understand me, right?”



This time the Dragon’s nod was more adamant.



“Milord Dragon, can you speak?”



At first the Dragon seemed a bit confused as if he wasn’t sure how to answer, but eventually ended up shaking his head negative. “Okay. At least we have your hand gestures. I will try harder to understand them. How do you wish to be addressed? Do you prefer Milord Dragon or some other honorable title?” Skif was really reaching here but he couldn’t keep thinking of him as The Dragon; it seemed too impersonal for an intelligent being such as he was.



The Dragon shook his head no.



“I assume you have a name already. Is there a way you can tell me it?” Another long pondering pause passed before the Dragon answered no. “Would you be opposed to me giving you a till you find a way to tell me your real name?” A quick head shake no.



Skif pondered several possible names for the dragon before finally deciding on a good name. “How about Llyr? It means “Mystical king.” It’s the name of my Favourite Hero of legend. He was known for having mystical armor that gave him that let him fly across the battle field… But if you don’t like it I can think up something else?” In response the dragon, suddenly picked up Skif, who let out a yelp of surprise, and hugged him while doing his happy purr thing. At first Skif was a little frightened by the Dragon’s sudden action, but slowly came to realize that he wouldn’t be hurt. The dragon’s grip was firm, secure but not too tight, making Skif feel almost cradled. He fought his strong instinct to struggle to get free.



Just before he gave in, as if sensing Skif on coming panic the Dragon placed him back on his feet. Skif let his own downward momentum take him to sit down. His legs were not quite ready to hold him. “Ahhh…. I guess that was a yes? That you like Llyr?”



The dragon gently shook his head his head and purred.



The hug had thrown Skif off completely and he was at loss as to what he should ask next. “So Llyr… ummm….Why am I… What makes me Different? Why I’m not locked up with the others?”



The Dragon, Llyr, made the linked-heart gesture, but Skif still could not grasp what he meant.



‘How can we be linked…? We just met... Does he mean like love between pet owner?... Argh. This isn’t going anywhere, Skif. You need to see if he will let you go.”

Skif asked as nicely and politely as he could manage with a little bit of hope in his voice, “Okay …Llyr. I was wondering if there’s any chance I could convince you to let me go?”



Llyr growled low, a very clear “no”, but he made no other move toward Skif.



‘Well I guess the straightforward approach isn’t going to work. Maybe I should try a different approach.’



Trying to carefully phrase this attempt as logically as possible, Skif gave it another try. “Look Llyr… I am human and as a human I have certain needs… I have to eat… there is no food here. If I stay here I will starve. You seem to not want to eat me but if you keep me here I will die. I have to…”



His little speech was cut short when the dragon quickly shambled around to grab Skif’s bag from the side of the nest and drop it down in front of him, causing it to fall open and several of the contents to spill before him, including a large, ripe apple. With his mouth dropped open in surprise, Skif stared at it as if it would bite him. ‘Where the fuck did that come from? I did not come across anything like that in the debris pile. The few bits of food I found there were full of bugs and rotting….’



From above Skif could hear Llyr’s bubbly hissing laughter. When Skif looked up to see Llyr’s scaly lips twisted into the biggest smirk he’d ever seen on him, his beautiful, sky-blue eyes sparked with pleasing mischief. Llyr pointed at himself and then apple lying on the ground and then finally at the apple. As if to make his obvious point even more obvious, Llyr picked up the apple and dropped it in Skif’s lap and then tipped the bag over to reveal three more perfect, red, delicious-looking apples.



‘Fuck… He really took the wind out of my sails there. Now what I am I going to do?’ Skif thought as he stared at the apples. It was his stomach that finally decided; as it growled as if it knew exactly what Skif should do with the apples.



Llyr laughed again and then made a series of hand gestures that seemed to mean: “First you eat, then you talk,” before turning around. Away to go reheat the Posrothaina stones that illuminated the room with his breath.



Skif made quick work of the apple, even eating the core. He had long ago learned that when you’re starving more things become edible and one should never pass up any bit of food if it’s available. After a second apple, he forced himself to stop. He could easily finish of all four and still have space left for more, but those same years of starving had also taught him that if he had gone a long time with next to nothing and then stuffed himself he would regret it later.



Once, the Knights were in a major city for the harvest festive where food was plentiful and free. And so were the women. The Knights didn’t care what Skif did while they were off lifting skirts, so Skif stuff himself ‘til he was ready to burst, only come to the next morning feeling too sick to move and in so much pain. The Knights beat the shit out of him and never let him near another festival. Since then whenever he had been lucky enough to get extra food he tried to secretly hoard it for the lean times.

By the time Skif started to repack up his stuff and the precious apples, the Dragon was back. Skif noticed that mysterious, sad look on his face. “Llyr...?” Skif asked, but the dragon shook his head; he clearly was not willing to elaborate.



“Llyr, where did you get the apples? Did you raid a farm? You didn’t eat anyone, did you?” Skif asked nervously.



Llyr shook his head no and then walked to the entrance, tilting his head as if to say

“I’ll show you.” When Skif hesitated, Llyr stretched out a hand back towards him and beckoned again. Slowly Skif got up and followed.



The passage was much darker without the aid of Skif’s little stone and he soon stumbled as he tried to keep up. Llyr was right there and tried to pick him up. Skif quickly wiggled away. “No, I would rather walk, thank you.” The dragon huffed, but didn’t try again, instead he poking Skif’s little bag. It didn’t take long for Skif to figure out what he wanted. He took out the stone that was now completely black and cold. Llyr took it and softly blew his breath on it, making the stone slowly begin to once again glow.

When Llyr handed it back the warmth from the stone flowed into Skif’s chilled fingers.



“Thank you, Llyr.” Llyr replied with a purr and then offered him his curled, talon-finger to help him up, which Skif accepted. He noticed the disappointed look on his face when Skif released it when he was once again on his feet.



Llyr led him to the entrance of the cave where the Sun shone brightly. It was clearly well after midday and much warmer than the cool cave.



It took a while for Skif’s eyes to adjust to the sudden change of light but when they did he saw a large apple tree lying on its side on the ledge in front of the cave entrance. It looked like it had been ripped from the ground like a careless child might have done. The leaves and branches were broken and in disarray as if it had just been in a great wind storm. Hidden among the branches Skif could see several ripe apples like he once he had just enjoyed. He turned to Llyr, to find him watching him with a smile. “You went out to get me food like you said, didn’t you?”



Skif received another warm hug. “You weren’t lying when you said you won’t eat me ? You are not just fattening me up for later?” He was a little worried and unnerved that anyone would go to such unusual lengths for him. Llyr once again made the “I will not eat you” and the weird linked-heart gestures.



Skif let out a sigh. “I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you earlier. It’s just that I’m not entirely sure that I whole-heartedly trust you yet. I just don’t understand what you want with me… but you haven’t hurt me and have made every effort to help me for whatever reason. Llyr, I’m sorry. I will try having more faith in you.”



Llyr looked pleased and pet Skif gently on the back with one of his knuckles. ‘Yep, he defiantly thinks I’m some type of pet. I wonder when he’s going to start trying to get me to do tricks.’ The mental image of Llyr throwing a stick and himself in a dog costume running after it didn’t help at all. ‘At least it is better than that stupid dress.’



The sound of Llyr’s laughter brought him back to reality.



Looking around, Skif’s eyes landed on the debris pile of the former Knights’ stuff in the pond chamber. A wave of guilt hit Skif as he suddenly remembered the Knights. ‘How could I have forgotten about them? They have been locked in there for two days now. Sir Fredrick looked really hurt, and I’m not sure how bad… It must be pitch black in there and so cold. They’re all naked… They haven’t had anything to eat or drink in two days… I should have… Wait, did Llyr eat them while I was sleeping? Is that why he moved me to the nesting chamber?’



Skif quickly shot Llyr a suspicious look, “You didn’t eat the Knights while I was asleep, did you?”



Llyr looked a bit offended when he made the “no eat” gesture before pointed at the boulder.



A little sheepish, Skif apologized. “I’m sorry Llyr. But you are a dragon and you clearly don’t like them. And you would have eaten Sir Fredrik and likely the rest if I had not come. I think you also have eaten the owners of all that gear in there too.”



Llyr growled low so Skif quickly added, “I know that you are not completely to blame either. They probably attacked you first. I know that my Lord, Sir Erik and his fellow Knights tried to bait you and then ambushed you. You were merely defending yourself and/or your treasure.” He gestured to the debris pile in which several pieces of jewelry glittered in the little bit of midday light that made it in that far. All the legends talked about how dragons loved to collect shiny things and how they were very protective of their treasure piles, which was why Skif was very not to touch any of them when he went rooting though the pile looking for stuff earlier.



Staring into Llyr’s eyes, imploring him to understand, he continued. “You need to understand that people are scared of you. The nearby village people are afraid you will swoop down and eat them like you have before. So they called the Knights to defend them. My lords came here for that reason.” Skif thought it wise to leave out the King’s offer of his daughter to whoever killed Llyr. Or Sir Thomas’ idea that he would like a set of armor and/or shield made out of dragon skin.



“I’m sure if you left the local people alone they would leave you alone. The king would stop sending his knights here and you would be safe… You might be able to even make a treaty with them. You will leave them alone and they could pay tributes of livestock and more treasure… If you released the Knights then they can go tell the people that. I know I can convince them to take your message to the King…”



He was once again cut off by a low rumbling growl and a quick set of anger-filled gestures that made it quite clear no one was going anywhere.



Skif couldn’t really blame him. He really didn’t think he would be able to convince any of the Knights that the Dragon was not going to hurt them, or that peace between the people and Llyr was possible. Even if he could there was no way the money-hungry King of Laf Shukia would allow any of his tariffs to go to a beast and the people would never trust Llyr after all the lives he had taken already.



But Skif was a peacemaker at heart, so he had to try.



After a long pause and much more melancholy, Skif began to speak again. “If you aren’t going to eat the knights and aren’t going to let them go. What are you planning to do with them?”



Llyr shrugged indifferently.



The food in Skif’s stomach became a solid block. Llyr was just going to let them starve, trapped in darkness until they die of thirst or hunger.



Skif approached the already annoyed dragon, “Please Llyr. You can’t just leave them. It’s cold in there and they’re naked. They need clothes, water and food. Sir Fredrick is hurt; he needs medical assistance or he might die. They all will die.”



Llyr just huffed and walked past Skif not caring. Skif quickly scrambled after him. “Wait… Llyr...!? Please wait.” Skif ran right in front of him and wrapped himself around Llyr’s left arm, trying to stop him.



It appeared to work. Llyr stopped and picked Skif up in his right hand and brought him to his face. Now face to face with Llyr, Skif launched his second pleading assault, “I have to help them. You have to let me help them. I’m Sir Erik’s squire—it’s my job to take care of my lords. I took an oath….”



An angry Llyr growled low enough that Skif felt it in his bones loud and clear even if his ears could only barely detect it. But the angry “no” head shake was quite understandable.



Skif knew he was walking a very narrow path with the Dragon right now. But he could not let the Knights just die like that. No one deserved to die alone in the dark like that. Not even Sir Erik after all the nasty things he had done to Skif over the years. If Skif gave up now he didn’t think he could ever live with himself again.



Fighting back tears Skif tried again, “Please Llyr… Don’t do this… I know you hate them… I know they’re not the nicest people. They’ve done so many horrible things to me. But they’re still human... sentient beings like yourself. They have thoughts and feelings like you… You can’t let…” Skif’s voice trembled.



The dragon growled again and shook his head “no” again, even giving Skif a little rebuking but gentle shake before putting him down and continuing to lumber back to the nesting chamber.



Skif again ran after him, planting himself in the middle of the passage leading to the nesting chamber. He knew that if the dragon wanted to he could simply knock Skif aside like a fly. Skif could not keep his own desperation from his voice, “Llyr…Please Llyr…. I can’t let them die like that. No one deserves that fate… I will do anything for you. I will stay… I will never ever try to get away. I just… I don’t think I can stay here …knowing that their dying in there…and I’m not doing anything to stop it…” Tears slipped down his dirty cheeks as he stared up at Llyr, eyes imploring with all his heart that his words would reach Llyr.



Llyr stared back with eyes full of deep annoyance.

For a while they both just stared intently at each other neither willing to budge at all.



It was Llyr who broke first. He sat back on his haunches and folded his arm and shook his head and shook his head back and forth to the negative, eyes closed in complete denial.



Skif could feel his heart drop, ‘No…’



When Llyr opened his eyes he looked at Skif’s face and must have seen the utter despair under the layers of dirt and tears because he suddenly threw his clawed hands in the air and shook his head again “no” again. But then he bowed his head and then pointed back to the boulder and nodded “yes”.



Skif’s heart soared. He ran and threw himself at Llyr, and hugging as much of the dragon as he could, happy beyond words.



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