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

"Spicy Gecko!"

'Ding'

Amais heard the sound as he stepped through the small doorway with Marc slightly ahead of him. The small wolf walked forward into the quiet, empty building and walked up to a platform to the right, pressing a bell that seemed to ding again.

After a few short seconds, a figure walked out of the back of the store. He was a small white llama. His nose pierced with a ring, a light brown, absurdly long knitted sweater with a neck piece that seemed to stretch for a foot on his skinny frame and black pants. The llama wagged his little tail, pushing a pair of black framed spectacles higher onto his face as he greeted the wolf. "Marc! You're back already? And who might this be with you?" He said, his voice quiet.

Marc spoke back in an equally quiet voice, a small chuckled escaping his throat. "Hey! Cane, this is Amais. It's actually a pretty long story but I think first we should find out some stuff for him. He's a little lost."

Cane hummed, cocking his head. He looked curiously at Marc. "Oh, well now I have to know. It's nice to meet you Amais."

The dragon grunted a reply, earning a cringe from Marc and an awkward smile from Cane. "Not really a talker huh?" He asked rhetorically.

Amais huffed. "I simply do not respond to blatant disrespect. Don't you know addressing a dragon by his first name is incredibly rude? As a fellow scholar I will not reprimand you for your poor choice of words but do not let it happen again. You may address me by Master if you wish."

Cane widened his eyes and looked back at Marc. "Is he..? Uh.."

"He's in cosplay." Marc said. The llama just nodded and together they walked a little ways away from the dragon, prompting him to follow.

Cane looked back at Amais. "So, what are you looking for?"

Amais looked around with a steely gaze and to the many books that lined the shelves. It wasn't anywhere near as impressive as the library of scales, but he would have to make do. "I need books detailing your history throughout time. Or any books regarding magic rituals. Specifically imprisonment rituals. I also require a book regarding species and their customs, as well as any books related to traveling through time or local time related anomalies."

Cane smiled, a bead of sweat running down his head. He leaned in close to Marc and whispered a few things, unbenounced to them, Amais could actually hear them.

"This guys really loyal to the whole cosplay thing. Was he really being serious about all those books? What even is an imprisonment ritual?" Cane asked.

Marc huffed. "I don't know, man. I just picked him up today. I was kind of lying about the whole cosplay thing. I found him in a cave with like a ridiculous amount of gold and apparently he'd been sleeping there for like hundreds of years. He said he was from the year 600!"

"700." Amais corrected.

"Yeah, I meant 7–" Both of them looked back up with surprise and the dragons ear twitched with annoyance.

"I would like the books now, pet." He said with a lash of his tail.

They stared at him for a while before hurriedly whispering again. The dragon just rolled his eyes and walked away towards a couch, the soft cushion not quite as comfortable as his gold but a close second.

The two continued whispering before they went off to find his books. It didn't take long before there was a small pile in front of him. Cane stood before him with a smile. "Please feel free to have some complementary water. And if you need anything else please come by the front desk and ring the bell. If you want coffee you will have to order it from the counter. Have a good read." He said and walked away with Marc in tow.