All Hail The Hoard (18+, Vore warning, Erotica warning!)

"What are you?"

100 years.

100 years of pain.

100 years of triumph.

100 years of unyielding determination.

After the long war, Amais could finally lay his head to rest.

The demons had been sealed, the angels had succeeded, and he was greatly rewarded, seen as a protector among many humans and elves.

His body was battered and broken and his spoils were plenty as he sunk into his gold coins and treasure. His beloved gold radiating warmth to his rough pink scales.

Every point in a dragons life required them to take multiple long rests, unlike many other animals dragons needed to sleep for years every once in a while to replenish their seemingly infinite pool of mana. But infinite it was not, especially after years upon years of fighting.

Now with the world peaceful, he could finally lay down his sword and take the break he knew he deserved.

It would be a long and hearty rest. Years, decades, centuries. The longest rest anyone had ever known of was 200 years as far as he was aware. He didn't know how long his body would require, but he did know that in his cave, surrounded by his lovely gold, he could finally be at peace with himself.

Amais sighed a long huff of relief, letting out a thick puff of smoke and sinking entirely into his lovely horde. His eyes closed, he took a deep breath, and he fell into slumber.

He did not dream. He did not stir. But when he opened his eyes to a small, almost unnoticeable noise, he knew he had slept for at least 100 years.

'Clink'

'Clink'

'Clink'

Amais would normally get up and check on the noise, but seeing as he'd just woken up he was feeling a bit lazy.

"Hmm... this is the place."

"Are you sure? I don't see anything."

"I'm sure! I'm reading the map right!"

"You don't sound sure.."

Voices.. Amais furrowed his brows as the sounds echoed into his cave. He cracked an eye open, his vision hazy. He must have slept for less time than he'd realized, the feeling of sleep calling back to him. The feeling of weakness still calling at his mind, luring him back into slumber.

He closed his eyes back shut.

"Wait, hold on, I gotta take a piss."

"Right here? Why didn't you go when we were outside? What if something smells that and tracks us?"

"Like what? If Ricky was right about this there'll just be a cool artifact or two and we can make some bank. This place isn't live-able for normal creatures, you said so yourself."

"I was thinking more on the paranormal side of things."

"Paranormal.. Fuckin- whatever I'll be back."

There was the sound of footsteps treading off, and the sound of another's getting closer.

Amais was unable to lure himself back to sleep, so he opened both eyes, blinking a few times to get the sleep out of them.

He heard the sound of shuffling next and then a grunt before silence.

Amais, completely buried in gold saw a tiny figure walked through his cave entrance unable to see his features as he was silhouetted by darkness. The figure stopped and stared slack jawed then he yelled to his companion.