Shackled to the warlords throne, Kodii certainly bit off more than he could chew when
challenging this particular reptile to a duel. Now, nothing more than a trophy at the beck and call of his cruel new master, Kodii grimaced at the bleakness of his situation. He wasn't some whore, he was a proud warrior.
His dream of the bards back home singing of his mighty escapades began to look more and more unlikely as each pump of his master's cock introduced a new torrent of cold, thick sperm into his abused throat. No tavern was gonna sing about him cleaning the cum off of this tyrant's cock, yet here he was.
"My men were right about you, mammal.. You canines make for excellent pets..."
As the months passed by, so too did the knight's defiance. Opportunities to put his otherwise purposeless body to good use happened
often, providing pleasure to the reptilian king he initially fought so hard to thwart.
Swallowing load after load of his conqueror's cold blooded cum became not just a daily occurrence, but something he
eventually found himself
looking forward to. After-all, pleasing his master was all that mattered now.
He didn't anticipate a life of servitude; fortunately, or
unfortunately depending on who you ask, he had all the time in the world to come to terms with that reality.