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[center][b][u]How a Horny Kobold Ruled the World – Part Four[/u][/b][/center]

"Ohhh, Kel... I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm... y-[i]yesssssssssss[/i]!"

The elf's delicate fingers ran down the centre of the kobold's back as she convulsed and shuddered, feeling her spine shift as she arched her back, as her tail twitched and writhed against the taller, scaleless male's bent legs beneath her. Kellen closed his eyes despite the beauty, the rapture upon Scurry's orgasm wracked features; a kind of beauty he wouldn't have been able to imagine mere days ago, but which now seemed so natural, so right as he witnessed it upon the diminutive kobold's toothy, gasping snout. He felt her inner walls clutching, so hot, so tight around the shaft of his cock. She was hilted against him, taking every last little bit of his erection within herself, but as she jerked and twitched subtly in her ecstasy, she tugged and applied extra stimulation to the exceptionally sensitive head of the elf's erection. Her juices spilled down over the ever so light growth of pubic hair upon his loins, a recent regrowth given his lack of equipment with which to shave, and the heat of her liquid desire trickled down over and around the elf's testicles as he felt a swelling, a surging within them that was all too familiar, yet had seemed to take on a new intensity, both physically and emotionally so, since he had eagerly shared his now long since shed virginity with Scurry.

"Me too, Scurry. Oh. O-ohhh. I'm... a-ah. I'm going to... a-also... ah! [i]Ah![/i]"

His hands shakily slid down the kobold's back, parting either side of her twitching tail and grasping her by the lean, scaled cheeks of her rump. Kellen felt his already flushed face burn hotter as he momentarily realised that he was doing it again. That without consciously realising it, he had started groping Scurry's backside almost every time they engaged in sexual intercourse, or, to use the kobold's more preferred and casual term, every time they fucked. Kellen wasn't going to deny that he found Scurry physically attractive, more and more so every time he had the opportunity to set eyes upon any part of her body. But, he was more than a little embarrassed that he seemed to be developing such a fixation with the kobold's rear in particular. That almost like a comfort mechanism, he found himself instinctively fondling it during the most intimate moments of their sexual experiences, and that when he did so, it was a sure sign to both Scurry and himself that he was on the brink of orgasm.

Just as the elf felt his balls tighten and his erection strain with exceptional intensity within the kobold's tight, sodden depths though, and as he felt his hands squeezing and fondling Scurry's backside even more enthusiastically, he felt something else too. He felt Scurry's own body shifting against him even amidst the ongoing ravages of the kobold's orgasm, each of them long and intense but this one seemingly a little more so even by her standards. He felt her arms, previously wrapped around his smooth, pale torso, shakily lifting towards his shoulders, then beyond until her clawed fingers were cupping the sides of his face. She must have been able to feel the way his blush grew more potent still as Kellen realised what was about to happen. And indeed as he looked at her through glazed but sharp elven eyes an instant before his own orgasmic pleasure consumed him, Kellen could see Scurry panting, eyes fluttering with bliss, but an eager, giddy grin upon her maw too as she pulled the much taller male's face down towards hers, craned her neck up while remaining firmly settled upon Kellen's lap, and drew their mouths together in a breathless, spontaneous yet fiercely intimate kiss.

Ribbons of elven seed sprayed urgently upward into Scurry's depths as Kellen squeezed her rear and welcomed her kiss with a muffled, eager grunt. He pressed his comparably flat face more hungrily against the kobold's protruding muzzle, tilting his own head to one side to allow them to more passionately engage one another without his nose bumping against the upper tip of her snout, and groaning blissfully as after just two or three twitches and spurts from his erection, he felt Scurry's ass clench and the kobold's not quite three foot tall frame shudder violently astride him. A fresh surge of wetness spilled out across his loins, and as Scurry pulled her muzzle free from his mouth abruptly, throwing back her head to let loose a strangled, hissing scream of ecstasy, Kellen couldn't help but cry out too as the already all consuming pleasure of his orgasm was pushed to new extremes by Scurry's own second consecutive climax causing her pussy to squeeze and milk him with renewed vigour throughout the elf's own copious release. Together they shook, they rocked, they pressed their bodies together with urgent delight that gave no hint of the fact that they had barely known one another for a week, their first fleeting encounter a little while earlier notwithstanding. To an outside observer they might have seemed like a couple who had been together, who had been learning and sharing in one another's bodies for years. And, in actual fact, that thought did cross the minds of at least one of the figures watching them.

Perhaps that was why they waited until after Scurry and Kellen were done. Perhaps it was some sort of acknowledgement of the genuine and deep connection that pair seemed to have which allowed them to indulge in their mutual climax from start to finish, and to sag happily, giggling, trembling, spent against one another, before a piercing howl split the air, and the gnolls swept forward to capture the naked, vulnerable kobold and elven pair.

For a while after that, Scurry and Kellen had no chance to talk to one another. They were tied up, still naked, and forced to walk separately with the four burly hyena-like bipeds who had come across them mid-way through their most recent tryst. They walked single file, separated by a couple of metres, their wrists tied behind their backs and connected by a woven rope of coarse, natural plant fibres to the first and third gnolls in the line who walked alongside them. On the few occasions when Kellen tried to look around to see Scurry, to try and reassure her even though he was utterly terrified himself, all he saw was the burly body of the second gnoll in the line trudging along and glaring at him with spear raised, before the gnoll to whom he was leashed tugged firmly on the rope and barked a command that was no doubt urging him to keep his eyes forward.

Kellen was too scared, too upset, too angry to be ashamed by his nakedness. To his shock though, he wasn't scared because he thought he was going to die. He wasn't upset at the idea of being hurt or tormented by his captors, those he had managed to evade several days ago when he first re-discovered Scurry, and whom he and the kobold had truly, though apparently incorrectly believed they had moved far enough away from over the last few days. And of course, he wasn't angry at Scurry for screaming so loudly. For tempting him into yet another round of blissful, overwhelming sex that had left them both utterly unprepared to defend themselves.

Instead, he was scared by the idea of Scurry potentially being hurt by these gnolls. He was upset at the idea that the time he and the kobold had gotten to spend together so freely and so, so blissfully was perhaps already at its end. And he was angry... he was so very angry as he considered that all Scurry had wanted was to live a quiet life enjoying her body, and sharing that enjoyment with any sapient, eagerly willing adult creature who wished to enjoy her body too. She deserved that chance. She deserved that life, and that these gnolls were putting all of that at risk for Gods only knew what reasons made him wish that he was strong enough, skilled enough, [i]brave[/i] enough not just to save himself, but to save Scurry too.

It couldn't have been more than a couple of hours of walking through the forest, not enough time for the afternoon sunlight to begin dipping towards the far horizon, before they arrived at a campsite. Kellen's heart sank when he realised that either there were far more groups of gnolls living in the forest than he and his elven kin had known, or that rather than walking away from where they had assumed the gnolls were based, Scurry and himself had actually spent the last few days walking closer to their home. After a brief while though, the elf realised that this wasn't a permanent settlement. It was a nomadic camp of sorts, perhaps set up by a long range hunting or scouting party. He considered this not only because of the nature of the animal hide tents that formed the shelters for the gnolls who watched them as they were led towards the largest of the structures, the only one with a more solid wooden frame supporting a wider hide roof, but also because the only gnolls here were adults. There were no young. No family groups he could make out, though he knew precious little about the structure of gnoll settlements by which to make such judgements. Purely hypothetical as his considerations might have been though, Kellen was pretty sure that this place wasn't the gnoll's true home, and thus he felt at least the tiniest bit better that it had just been bad luck on his and Scurry's part that they had ended up so close to yet another group of gnolls, not anything they could have predicted based on their earlier encounter.

Side by side, able to look over at one another and give a pair of weak but reassuring, bolstering smiles at last, Scurry and Kellen were lowered to their knees in the middle of the earthen floor of that large, central tent. They looked up, though they dared not risk making eye contact, at a single figure seated cross-legged on an animal hide still bearing its fur, granting it a plush, grey and brown fluffy exterior surface, though the animal in question was unrecognisable given the circular shape the hide had been cut into. Unlike the party of four who had found and captured them, but akin to many of the two dozen or so gnolls they had seen as they passed through the settlement on their way here, this one was topless. Her breasts were modest and firm, but they rose enough to be visible amidst the tufts of her chest fur, and bore firm, dark nipples at their peaks. She wore a loincloth of sorts dangling from what appeared to be a more practical belt, holding a knife as well as several other less deadly tools, but the way the gnoll leader sat with her legs crossed before them, Kellen could just about see her pussy underneath where the loincloth's leather had folded over onto itself at a slight angle. His cheeks flushed as he asked himself why he was noticing that of all things, and as if in answer to that question, Scurry spoke unprompted.

"Do you speak the common tongue?"

The gnoll licked her lips as she turned her head towards the kobold just a fraction, the heavy braids tied from her dark mane of hair shifting and rocking under their own weight as she did so.

"[i]Some. Enough for our ways.[/i]"

Kellen frowned. He didn't understand. He should have expected as much, of course. He didn't speak common, nor draconic. His ability to understand Scurry wasn't based in linguistic skill on his part or hers. It was magical. Over the last few days though, he had grown so accustomed to talking with the kobold that he had almost forgotten that she wasn't actually speaking Elven when she opened her muzzle. Thus, even though he had understood Scurry's words as she asked that question of the gnoll leader, he couldn't make out the gnoll's response. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. All he could do was trust in Scurry, and even though there was still so, so much he didn't know or understand about the kobold, he found it surprisingly easy to do precisely that.

"We were just passing through. Just travelling across the forest. If we entered your territory or broke some custom of your people, we're sorry."

Scurry explained, trying to use as simple language as possible without wanting to sound patronising to the gnoll who was staring at her with such measured, calm, focused eyes. The gnoll didn't respond right away, maybe just thinking or perhaps more slowly parsing the kobold's words in that less familiar tongue. Even though it was only five or ten seconds before she did answer though, that was long enough for Scurry's eyes to start wandering. To admire the gnoll's breasts, and to wish that they'd met under better circumstances so she could ask the gnoll if she would let Scurry feel them, in exchange for the kobold doing something to make her cum.

"Your noises, make danger for we. No. For... us."

Scurry's eyes widened.

"Oh. Oh, I'm... I'm sorry. We both are. We didn't know you were here."

The gnoll nodded slowly, glancing over to the elf for a moment as Scurry nodded towards him. Scurry's green scales darkened just the tiniest bit despite the situation when for just an instant, so briefly that she honestly wasn't sure if she'd seen it at all, she was almost certain that she saw the gnoll glance down between Kellen's legs.

"Yes, didn't know. I understand. But, still make danger for us. Had to stop you making more noise. Others do not speak common. Could not say words to you. Brought you here to us. We? [i]Me[/i]. To me, Asira. So I could speak. Make you understand."

Again the kobold nodded.

"I understand, now. And, I will tell Kellen, my elf friend, so that he understands as well. We will be quiet, and, we will leave this area so that we do not put you at risk from... um, sorry, what actually is it that you're afraid of?"

The gnoll, Asira, as she had identified herself, bristled. The fur stood up on the back of her thick neck, and a rumbling growl of frustration escaped the back of her throat.

"Not afraid. Asira not afraid. Those who follow Asira not afraid. Brave. Bravest of all forest gnolls. But, they numbers big. Have... big numbers. Many gnolls than us."

Even though the gnoll was clearly pushing up against the limits of the common she knew, Scurry still understood what she was saying.

"You're escaping other forest gnolls? You... your people, are forest gnolls too, but they are hunting you? Why?"

Asira huffed and folded her arms across her chest.

"Forest gnolls hunt. Eat. Destroy. Take. Move on. Do it all again in other place. Have for generations. But past years, gnolls be stronger. Better hunters. Better fighters. Better magic. But... better, stronger, means many more gnolls. More mouths. More family. Take too much. Forest does not grow back like it used to in places we live and take. Father and mother say we take what we want anyway. Forest big. We take until nothing left, then find new forest. But I... I and friends, Asira friends, companions, we feel different way. Leave now, make gnoll number smaller. Find new home far away. Outside forest. But father and mother find out plan. Do not like it. Say Asira daughter trying to take control. To take power. Kill father and mother in surprise attack after we say we leave. Take all village, all forest for us. They wrong. Father and mother are wrong, but... they not listen to Asira. To me. They try to fight. Try to kill. They... do kill, many of Asira friends. We..."

She paused, and gestured with wide arms to indicate the whole of her group, glancing up at Scurry as she did so and acknowledging the pained, frustrated, sorrowful look on the kobold's features.

"...we survive. But, only..."

Asira paused, struggling for a word she didn't know. She said it in the gnoll tongue, a guttural rumble of a word, then held up four fingers, before lowering them again, and holding up just one. Scurry's eyes widened.

"A quarter? One out of every four of you?"

The gnoll nodded solemnly. Scurry sighed.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I... I really am sorry that we put you at risk like that. If I'd have known, I..."

Asira raised a hand and shook her head.

"Could not have understood. Did not know we were here. But... know now. Can be quiet, for Asira and Asira friends? Until further away, until where they do not hunt for us, where they do not seek every strange sound?"

Scurry nodded, glancing over at Kellen who by that point had his eyes open again, and gesturing as best she could with her bound hands for him to nod too. He didn't know why, but he did so anyway. The gnoll woman took a deep breath, and when she let it out again it was undeniable that the expression on her face was one of relief. Of gratitude, that she didn't have to take any more dire action to keep this pair from potentially giving them away.

She said a little more to Scurry, before rising from where she was seated, flashing her fluffy but clearly trimmed nether regions again beneath the leather of her loincloth as she raised herself up on one leg, then stood upright, pulling the knife from her belt. Kellen looked to Scurry with wide eyes, but she smiled, nodded reassuringly to him, and scooted around on the spot to present her bound wrists to the gnoll. In a moment, her bonds were cut, and soon after Kellen's wrists were free too. He rubbed them instinctively, though thankfully the ropes hadn't cut into his flesh at all despite the firmness with which they had been tied, and followed Scurry's lead in rising to her own feet. With another few words, the gnoll led them out of the larger structure and a little way along the encampment to what appeared to be an empty tent, given its lack of furnishing. Only an ox-like animal hide with its dark, slightly wiry fur still intact lay upon the earth as a bed-roll of sorts, and upon it, a crumpled pile that Kellen recognised immediately as his and Scurry's clothing.

The gnoll said something which made Scurry giggle, then, just like that, she left them alone. Scurry smiled, looked over at Kellen, and began to speak.

"She said this tent belongs to a male who has taken a mate recently, so he's been sleeping with him instead. We can spend the night here and the-"

Before Scurry could finish though, Kellen had thrown himself down to his knees in front of her, drawing them vaguely more level in terms of height, and wrapped his arms tightly around the kobold. She felt tears on her scaled shoulder. She felt his lips on her neck, kissing not with lust or passion, but with relief that they were okay. That she was okay. Her heart swelled as she realised that Kellen was still so out of the loop, still unaware of what was going on and why they were seemingly safe and free. For that reason, she began to immediately tell the elf Asira's side of the conversation. She tried to recall every detail she had been told so that Kellen had no more reason left to be nervous than she did, and as she did so, she pressed herself against Kellen's warm, soft, fur and scaleless body, and reached down to fondle his small, soft penis.

It may not have been the most intimate and uplifting tale, but by the time she had finished talking, Kellen was erect within her grasp nonetheless. He didn't object. He didn't speak at all in fact, even after Scurry had fallen silent. He just shuffled forwards as she giggled and led him by his now twitching and still lean but greatly lengthened erection over to the animal hide. She released him, only to drop to her knees, then onto all fours, and turn around so that her tail was raised and her rump pointed towards the elf. They were alive. They had a safe place to spend the night, and so long as she was able to at least hold her cries back somewhat to avoid being any louder than the gnolls around them, that meant one thing and one thing alone to the kobold.

She could cum again.

They could cum again together.

What she and no doubt Kellen to had suspected might be their final orgasms together did not have to be their last, and thus, she was eager... no, desperate to add to that number as hard and fast as possible.

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The sun had been a hand-sight of height above the treeline on the river's far bank when the kobold and elf pair had been led into camp. The moon was now just as high on its own side of the sky, and since being led there by Asira herself, neither individual had left the tent. Asira's brow furrowed as the younger gnoll woman she had assigned to watch their tent, not for trouble but in case they required any basics such as food or a vessel in which to gather river water to drink, informed her of their lack of movement. She was afraid that she had scared them. That even after trying to make them understand the reason why her companions had reacted so aggressively upon encountering them, they perhaps still felt as though they were under guard, unable to leave the tent to which they had been assigned.

With a nod to the other gnoll, and a murmur for her to finish Asira's only half eaten share of the night's meal as thanks for her efforts, Asira left her tent once more and headed for theirs. On the way, she muttered to herself in common, trying to remember some of the other words she had learned when she was a pup from passing traders who had been willing to do business with gnolls in exchange for information about the safest routes through the forest. Trying to piece together what she would say to them. How she could make them understand not just the meaning of her words, but their sincerity through the inflections of a language she only half remembered.

She didn't pause at the tent's opening. It wasn't in her culture to even consider doing so, even if unintentionally their group had splintered away from that culture in the recent past. Thus, as the tall, burly gnoll woman pulled back the stitched hide covering the doorway to reveal the unlit interior, her nostrils registered the reason for the pair's lack of movement even before her keen night vision had set eyes upon what awaited her within.

The elf male was on his back, and the majority of his visible flesh was glistening, partially with sweat, but far more so with fluids of a different nature. His cock, standing proudly upright and far larger than when Asira had regarded it in her tent, was also glistening with those liquids, even as it seemed to trickle forth a light but steady stream of its own fluid. Clearly though, the source of the majority of the moisture covering the elven figure's body was the second of the pair. The kobold. She was sitting upon his face in that moment. Facing the opening of the tent. Facing Asira. She knew she was being watched. She was looking right at the gnoll as Asira looked back at her, but she didn't stop what she was doing. She didn't cease riding, rocking against the elf's face while his hands squeezed her scaled thighs, clearly willing and eager as he feasted upon her pussy while the kobold used a single fingertip to massage what Asira assumed to be her clitoris, though the anatomy of a kobold was entirely unfamiliar to her.

Asira didn't back out of the tent. She didn't apologise and leave, or ask for the kobold and elf to stop their intimate actions. Gnolls were, with exceptions of course, rather social creatures within their own kind. There was little in the way of privacy in a gnoll community, neither asked for nor given, and it was far from uncommon to enter a communal tent or wooden framed public house within one of their more long-standing settlements and witness at least a pair of gnolls, if not several or a larger group, engaged in some sort of physically pleasurable activities together. Their kind took mates if a romantic connection was experienced, but mateship required no manner of monogamy, and thus if a friend or relative stopped by on an evening to share a jug of fermented fruit or seeking refuge after an argument with someone else in their own tent, they would often be asked to join in should their hosts seek sexual gratification, or just to sit by and wait, and watch, until their companions were satiated and ready to resume talking.

For that reason, the gnoll just stood inside the tent's doorway as the kobold rocked her hips a little faster, and rubbed her clit harder while watching Asira. Watching Asira watch her. The kobold's toothy muzzle opened, but no sound came out beyond a soft, ragged exhalation of air. A quiet grunt and a slurping sound did escape the elf, his erection twitching a bit more urgently at the same time, but his voice was muffled by his companion's thighs around his face. The kobold was clearly enjoying herself a great deal. Her face moved in ways very different from that of a gnoll, especially given its lack of fur, but her pleasure was clear to see. Asira licked her lips, and idly, as she watched, she reached down between her legs and adjusted the material of her loincloth to one side. She widened her stance a little, and she saw the kobold's eyes bulge as she reached down and casually, calmly, clasped her swollen, two inch clitoris between forefinger and thumb.

"Nnh! Mm-mmhhhh!"

Scurry slapped both hands across her muzzle as she began to cum, not just catching Kellen off guard with how suddenly and intensely she began to squirt, but surprising herself too. Her body convulsed and quaked as she stared through heavy lidded eyes at the gnoll who had just started to massage and squeeze the most sumptuous, glorious clitoris that Scurry had ever seen between two sturdy digits, and unless she was deluding herself in the throes of her own bliss, Scurry could have sworn that she saw Asira start to squeeze and rub herself a little faster almost immediately upon witnessing and somewhat more subtly, quietly hearing the kobold cum.

"A-ahh... Kellen. Stop, p-please..."

The kobold whispered a short while later, loosening the grip of her thighs around the elf's head even though she knew his sensitive ears would have heard her anyway. Kellen did so with a final flick of his tongue between Scurry's flushed lips, but she could almost feel the confusion as he did so. She had never asked him to stop before. To change what he was doing, sure. To pleasure her in a different way, or to take a turn for himself, of course. But not to stop. Never to stop. She scooted forward, her pussy rubbing down his already damp torso and leaving a fresh damp trail, and soon enough the elf was able to lift his head, look up over her ass, over her tail, and see not only her head looking back at him, but the gnoll standing, still slowly but surely masturbating, inside the tent doorway.

"I... Kellen. I want to be with her too."

Scurry admitted openly, no guilt, no conflict whatsoever in her voice, just heavy with continued arousal even after several hours of near non-stop sex, both of them desperate to enjoy themselves more after the shock and fear of that afternoon. The elf swallowed thickly. His cock twitched, and he nodded, face flushed but smiling. Scurry tilted her head.

"Do you want to, too? She... she looks like she's enjoying us both."

The elf's already rosy cheeks brightened in the dark tent, though the kobold's superior darkvision no doubt made it clear as day.

"Actually, I... two women. I've never seen... uh..."

For a few moments Kellen slipped back into the flustered and overwhelmed mindset of the elf he had been just a few weeks prior, stunned at the sight of a kobold mindlessly rubbing her pussy in front of him. Seconds later though, he took a breath, looked at Scurry's own lustfully panting, grinning face once more, and chuckled as he shook his head.

"I've never seen two women together before. Could I just watch, for now?"

Scurry giggled. She turned around on the spot, still straddling the elf's torso, leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Then she rose to her feet, giggled as she watched Kellen scoot back to the edge of the animal hide with one hand already wrapping around his glistening erection, and turned to face Asira once more.

"Would you like to join me?"

Scurry moaned hopefully as she, like the other woman, reached between her legs and began to rub her clit aggressively. The gnoll growled a deep, rumbling growl. She licked her lips, she nodded, and just moments later all seven feet of her broad, burly frame was standing mere inches in front of Scurry, one hand on the back of the kobold's head, and guiding the already giggling, moaning, even more greedily masturbating kobold's snout into direct contact with her large and pulsing clit.

By Jeeves