This is part of my "Obsidian's Hoard of Lovers" series, but the shorts are written in such a way that you should be able to enjoy them in any order.
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Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.
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Obsidian carefully supervised the work on what would be the main chamber in his lair.
The kobolds worked enthusiastically in these old volcanic tunnels, polishing the floors, carving up walls and adding the necessary supports to ensure the whole thing didn't tumble on their heads.
They were, perhaps, too enthusiastic, needing almost constant supervision to ensure they didn't hurt themselves. Thankfully, Obsidian's developing mastery in transmutation magic was very helpful, allowing him to do much of the work with the flick of a claw, which he was using to take care of the most dangerous and delicate of responsibilities.
It was hard to believe this troupe of devoted creatures had only met him weeks ago, when he showed up at their lair and told them he was looking for some kobold assistants.
The yipping of joy was heard all across the valley. Obsidian wasn't sure what made these creatures so utterly eager to serve dragons, but he had to admit it felt wonderful.
He'd make sure they were well taken care of and appreciated for their help.
The Lair was coming together very nicely. It was a stroke of luck that they found these tunnels. Originally, they had been infested with some nasty aberrations, and Obsidian's adventuring party had taken upon themselves with rooting them out a couple of years ago.
He had kept a note of where it was, as his draconic instinct told him it was a good place to protect his hoard.
Ah, his beloved hoard, Obsidian though, a happy sigh escaping his chest.
When he had first discovered that what triggered his hoarding instinct was lovers, he was worried. After all, people are not things to collect, but he could also not deny the overpowering need in his very being to do just that.
It was by a stroke of luck, or divine intervention, that it was Ela and Nyl whom he had first formed such an attachment with.
To say they had been understanding of it was putting it mildly, they had very much supported him and encouraged him to be true to himself and love without limits.
It helped that they were of a similar mind, and while there had been some spikes of jealousy here and there, overall, their relationship had grown closer and stronger.
After they got married, about a year or so ago, the sisters came with him, his brother and the rest of his party on adventures, though they usually stayed behind when things got dangerous and made sure they all had somewhere to come back to and lick their wounds or celebrate their victories.
The sisters had come with him back to this place, helping him set up their future home. Their touches were immediately noticeable in the form of pillows, blankets, and some nice carpets here and there.
Obsidian smiled as the kobolds finished setting up another arch, and he called a break for them, if he didn't do this regularly he was worried they would work themselves to death.
With not much to do on his own, and not wanting to distract the kobolds who were now all offering to wait on him instead of resting, he retired to their would-be bedroom.
He walked the old tunnels, carefully illuminated with everlasting lamps, and found the entrance to the second-biggest cave in the tunnels. His claws made soft clicking sounds as he walked by its bare rock floors, he rather enjoyed the freedom to be on his natural quadruped shape in his home.
Obsidian had chosen it as his hoard room and bedroom, thinking of the future. As all dragons do, he would keep growing through the centuries, and if he ever got ancient, he was going to need a massive room just to stretch his legs, much less his wings, so the chosen cave was as big as a market square.
Ela and Nyl had instructed the kobolds to place a big theatre style curtain by the entrance, to give them some privacy till a proper door or gate could be installed.
He moved the curtain aside as he slid into the room and stretched like an oversized cat, taking a look around.
The cave was rough and mostly empty, but there were some niceties already added to it. Ela and Nyl had built something like a nest for them to sleep in out of a myriad of nice silky pillows. They had also installed a small magical furnace for when it got cold, though thankfully the magma still flowing under them made the whole system of caves and tunnels rather warm and cosy.
Obsidian noticed that he wasn't alone in the room, laying on the pillows in a rather sensual pose, was Nyl, giving him a sultry look.
He smiled at her and walked over at a slow pace, grinning while he did so.
The beautiful half-elf short stack was on one particularly large purple pillow, her silky pale skin gleaming under the dim light of the cave.
She was wearing nothing but some body-jewellery, all beautifully golden, to better contrast with her fair skin. The simple decorative chains hugged her tiny waist and shoulders, while a gorgeous golden anklet adorned her left foot.
Obsidian purred and nuzzled her chest and belly, rubbing his sensitive snout scales on Nyl's warm and soft body, as her hands gently caressed him, and she planted kiss after kiss on his head.
He started licking her with his muscular tongue as if enjoying the most delicious treat life could offer, and Nyl softly moaned for him while she shivered.
"Well, someone is in an amorous mood," Obsidian said, still licking her and nibbling her legs.
Nyl giggled and gave him another smouldering look.
"You are so perceptive, my love," she said, unashamedly spreading her legs to expose her smooth and glistening pussy lips.
Obsidian didn't ask for more invitation. He coiled his tongue around her waist, and lewdly pulled her body into his maw.
She let out a lascivious whimper as he locked his jaws around her hips, her long legs dangling from the sides of his mouth as he started to lick and suckle her pussy like a lollipop.
Nyl's eyes rolled back while she grabbed the pillow below her as if she was about to fall off a cliff, her body arching with such seductive beauty that Obsidian had to fight off the desire to dig his dagger-like teeth into her delicious flesh.
His enraptured joy while giving his wife pleasure was interrupted by a realization, and he stopped for a second to ask Nyl, though he kept her body in his mouth.
"Should we wait for Ela?" he asked, thinking Nyl's sister and fellow wife might fancy some love with the two of them.
Nyl struggled to speak through her aroused panting, and her lovely eyes focused on Obsidian as best they could.
"Ela actually said we should have some fun, just the two of us. She's worried we focus too much on her while she's here," Nyl caressed Obsidian's snout while rubbing her needy pussy against his tongue.
The dragon smiled at his wife and purred in delight.
"She's such a sweetie, like you," he said, flicking her clit with his huge tongue.
Nyl whimpered for him and closed her eyes, enjoying having his undivided attention.
"She is," Nyl said playfully pinching her nipples, "I'm all yours, big guy."
Obsidian grinned and gave her another tongue flick on her tiny button.
"Since it's just us, beloved, do you have any requests? Anything you've been wanting to try with me?" he asked, genuinely interested.
Nyl took a long breath and thought for a second, before looking at him in the eyes again.
"Remember that thing you've done where you have used your draconic aura to push deep into our heads?" she asked, a small smirk slowly appearing in her face, like a little girl about to ask for a treat.
Obsidian just nodded, still enjoying her delicious nethers.
"I want you to go all out," she said, fire in her voice. "The doors to my head are open, and I'm giving you the keys and the deed to the place."
The dragon stopped licking in surprise, his big eyes wide open in surprise.
"Go nuts, get in there and take control, I want to stop thinking for a while and just be your little fuckdoll."
She bit her lip, Obsidian knew she was into being controlled and objectified, but this was a step further.
And he had to admit, the idea of doing just that was terrifically arousing.
He renewed his suckling, pushing the tip of his long tongue into Nyl's hungry slit, sliding in while savouring her warm and silky insides.
The gorgeous red-head groaned while pulling at the pillow, her legs squeezing his snout with abandon, the small woman perfectly aware that she couldn't hurt him.
"Deeper! Please!," she said between gasps, her hips shaking in delight.
Obsidian's eyes gave a little mischievous glint as she said so, both sisters truly loved to be brutally penetrated, something he was happy to indulge them with.
With the tip of his slithering tongue, he caressed her cervix, tracing small circles over it.
The overwhelming sensation would have put off many, but not Nyl, who groaned like an animal, her eyes rolling back into her skull.
Happy with the reaction he got from his wife, Obsidian pushed against the opening and with a grunt of triumph his tongue slid inside Nyl's hungry womb.
One day, he hoped to fill it with his babies so much it could burst, for he knew that Nyl had a breeding fetish, and he loved the idea of having children with his beloved wives.
But right now, his tongue was doing the filling, exploring her insides with odd romantic delight, his purring reverberating into Nyl's hip bones while she caressed the bump his proving was making on her lower belly.
He sensed her whole body tense and her pelvic muscles squeeze his tongue as a glorious orgasm overtook her.
A whorish scream of joy filled the room as Nyl allowed herself to be swallowed by her sensations, her mind utterly drowned by it.
