The dragon's tribute WARNING (barazoku, gay, muscle growth, hyper)

Story by AbaddonFanboy

I wanted to experiment with the Bara genre for a few years now. So this will have gay musclemen in it, be warned if that isn't your cup of tea. more tags to come per chapter.

The Dragon’s Tribute

Drane awoke to the sound of silence. Silence was unusual in Skygarden, it was normally filled with the hustle and bustle of the mountain palace’s dragon overlords and their tributes. But it was silent. He gingerly tested the strength of his puberty cocoon, before using his claws to tear himself out, stretching his wings and flexing his muscles as he stared at the now empty maturity caverns where countless generations of dragon had entered cocoon stage and then emerged as sexually capable adults, to engage in contests of dominance, find mates and so on. But he was alone, and as he travelled through the vast echoing corridors, he realised that the place had been abandoned for a very long time. Of course, he was far from full grown, despite his growth spurt, so he couldn’t get into the areas which would require him to move multi tonne doors with his bare hands, but he was sure that there was no one there.

He didn’t feel fear, as most of the emotions dragons have are alien to what humans would understand, but he did feel disquiet, and a determination to figure out what happened. Then he felt his newly developed balls gurgle, and felt the hot flush of mating fever on him. One thing at a time, he wouldn’t be able to concentrate on this mystery until he had taken care of his other problems. He climbed to the top window of the highest tower of the mountain and gazed out, his eyes easily picking out the pinpricks of fires denoting settlements in the lands ruled by his people. He flexed his wings and glided down in the morning light. It was time to get tributes of his own.

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The church bell rang loudly in the small town of Mitteldorf as Chen raced after the men who had taken his sister. The 15 year old’s eye was slowly swelling up from the blow the clergy brother had dealt him when he tried to stop them, but he fought through the pain and the tears to catch up to them. The church of the Dragon God was the dominant religion in the state, as it had been for 1000s of years, despite the fact the dragons hadn’t left their mythical palace on Cloud mountain, the highest peak in the land, for over 300 years. The massively bloated church still oppressed the peasantry with harsh taxes and repression, assuring them the dragons would return. And now it seems one had, and it was seen heading they’re way. The cardinal of the small town had immediately sent out demands that the tribute, uncollected for centuries, be carried out, and 100s of young maidens were collected to be brought to town square, with a dais large enough for a dragon to land, so that it may take a pick of the ones it desired as servants… and possibly other things.

Chen didn’t care about that. His parents were dead, too poor to avoid medicine thanks to the heavy taxes, and his elder sister was the only family he had. The blonde haired, green eyed boy stopped at the edge of the crowd gathering around the dais, most of whom wore clothes as threadbare as. He was very small for his age of sixteen, and was able carefully dart between members of the crowd until he reached the bamboo cage where the sobbing girls were kept. All eyes were on the sky, he had a really slim chance to sneak her out if-

And that’s when the dragon was spotted. Despite himself, he couldn’t help but feel religious dread as the peoples’ prayers increased in tempo and a huge shadow passed over him, what if the god knew he intended to steal its property? He turned and saw the elderly cardinal in the middle of the dais, holding his rod of office before him like a shield as…

Hold on, the old pictures and texts showed that dragons were vast beasts, well over a hundred feet from the tip of their nose to their tale to their snout. The one that landed before the cowering church man was… still massive, but only perhaps 10 feet tall. It was blue in colour and stood upon powerful digigrade legs, its wing span 15 feet or more. It was massively muscular it was though. Every muscle bulged enormously, even when flaccid as the dragon stood unmoving before the churchman who was intoning traditional prayers of greeting.

Then the cardinal bowed down, and Chens eyes bugged out as he got a full view of its crotch. The dragon was monstrously hung. Its scrotum must have been 4 feet across easily, below a foot long flaccid penis. What a beast. Dragons were revered as fertility deities and now he knew why. This had also been left out of the scriptures, perhaps to protect people’s tender sensibilities? He snapped to as he realised all eyes were on the dragon. Trying to be as silent as possible, he began worrying at the hinges of his sister’s cage.

The dragon listened bemused at the long flowery speech of the churchman. He seemed to believe that the dragon wished to ea

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