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Crying was not sexy. Yelz knew this. Kobolds knew what sexy was, at least the good ones did. Even then, the most virgin of the promiscuous lizards knew that letting loose the water works was the last thing a potential fun time partner would find arousing. That being said, Andrew didn't push her away or twist his face into a grimace at the sight. Arms wrapped around her bare scales, lifting his shirt from her chest so he could hold her close. There were no whimpers or sobs or cries, just silent tears.

Relief.

Exhaustion.

Yelz had wanted to hear _something _along those lines for so long, years it felt.

I gotcha.

I have you.

Not alone.

She _knew _it.

To hear it, was completely different. Meant someone cared enough to say it out loud. Cared enough to tell her. Was it weak, that it made her cry? After Greg and being hungry and laying in the hospital... Was it okay if she felt it didn't? Did it matter? Actually… who cared? She had her man, finally, right here. Paws scrambled at the uncomfortable shorts around her hips, her tail flinging the article into the tent's wall with the force of a woman denied, her muzzle crushing against Andrew's lips with hunger. Electric shocks raced along her spine as the hot, smooth sensation of his tongue on hers swiped over her fangs, as if her scales could raise off her skin.

Head light. Dizzy.

Thoughts in a haze that felt so good to drift in.

Andrew took the next kiss, his lips leaving hers to caress the scales of Yelz's chin before returning, gentle yet firm, the dive of his tongue gradual yet still demanding. Submission felt good, felt right… Yelz ducked her head, she wanted him above her. Authority, power, dominance- she wanted to let go. She wanted him to take her. Break her. Fold her. But…

…Andrew was slow. His calloused hands, warm and guiding, forced the kobold into place upon his chest with a gentle tug. It was a kind force, yet she wanted to struggle. Yelz wanted to struggle and be put into place. Shame filled her, a blush burning her ears, yet… yet it was what she wanted.

"H-Harder."

"Easy…"

"No." Fangs bit at skin, encouraging, tempting, pushing… a plea for the love to become rough. _Bless him, Andrew was sweet though. Careful, as if she were made of glass, like she were still in the hospital. Maybe she wanted him to _put her back in the damn hospital! "Stop being nice."

"But, I _am _nice."

"I know you're nice. Don't be nice."

"I don't wanna be mean! What the hell?"

"Andrew!" A chomp down on his collar bone got the man to squeeze the kobold somewhat hard, at last, the air leaving her lungs and back creaking just a tad. Euphoric, he could just squash her if he wanted to. Now to convince him to do _just _that.

"Gah!" Annnnd he let go. No! "Fuckin' ow. Of course you're a rough in the sheets kinda gal. Always the sweet ones…"

"Yes. Sweet. Like a peach. Turn me into peach tea. Gotta squeeze."

"Calm _down, _girl."

"No!" A pink fist slammed into the man's chest, right over his heart. For all the good it did. "I'm telling you, I want it. Please, Andrew…"

"Agh… okay, okay, lil' lizard. Uh… safety though-"

"Uggghhhhh."

"Safety. Safe word is uh… budget."

"Oh fuck off." Snickers wouldn't save the cheeky bastard from another bite, one he tried to shuffle away from. "Fine, budget. It'll kill my mood, too, if I need to use it."

"An' a consent nod, if ya like… can't talk or somethin'."

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"A what?"

"Consent nod. If I ask for a consent nod, ya nod." Andrew smiled, confident yet nervous. "That way I know we're still in the clear."

"That is… silly."

"Is not."

"I'm going to bite you again. Don't ruin the mood." Yelz grabbed the man hand once more, forcing his fingers around her ear. "Pull." A gentle tug, safe and testing. "Oh my God."

"I don't wanna hurt ya!"

"I do want you to hurt me. Just a bit, okay? I get it, I'm a soft, fragile kobold, but I'm not that fragile." A grimace, a sigh, and finally a solid yank, one that pulled the lizard's head to the side. It came quicker than she expected, what, with the man's hesitation. "It's a thing. I'm weird. I want to feel how strong you are. It's… it's a thing. Just like that though. Harder, your lil' lizard is asking for it."

A sigh. A bite of the lip, Then, Andrew pulled. Slow at first, but soon, Yelz felt her head start to drift to the side, a warm pain blooming where her left ear met her skull. Whimpers left her maw, eyes squeezing shut, as her toes curled, thighs clamped on either side of her human's hips. Fuck, this is what she needed. Someone to force the thoughts out of her mind and drown the world away in sensation.

"Yes yes yes, just like that- nnngggghhhh!" Andrew blinked, eyes wide at a line of drool running down the kobold's maw to drip onto his chest. Claws scrabbled at cloth, buttons popping free to reveal tanned skin quickly ravaged by needy paws, the pads of Yelz's fingers working down until the clink of chiton on metal signaled the arrival of an armature attempt at ripping away his belt. "Pull up." He did, her chest leaving his with a yank. "Ah! Nnnfff…"

"That really does lookin' like it hurts." The shiver of pleasure was hard to miss, a grin he couldn't stop crawling across his face as Yelz failed to slip her claws through his belt buckle. "Havin' uh, trouble?"

"Shuddup! Why does everyone insist on clothes- dang it! Help." Head pulled back, she couldn't even properly see the implement of fun time obstacle she was working with, yet the moment Andrew eased his sacred task of ear pulling, a visceral growl would claw its way from deep within the kobold's gullet. "I d-didn't say stop!" A blush. A whimper. Toes curling and tail lashing. "I'm… I'm in charge. Since you won't take it."

"Ha! Holy shit. Yes ma'am." Yelz hated the way Andrew raised an eyebrow, hated how it felt like he was letting her play at taking the reins. Loved it too. Loved how she hated it.

Nothing makes sense.

"S-Shuddup. Pull." A yank, that electric wave of desire flooding through her veins like a flash from her ear to the tip of her tail. "Freakin'… stupid belt!" Hands left her waist, her ear, a pathetic whine filling the tent as her head chased those wonderful digits. Instead of grabbing her back, they assisted in releasing the Gordian's Knot that was Andrew's belt buckle, his button and zipper following suit. Pants were a terrible invention, Yelz decided, and his, along with boots, boxers, and socks, joined her own shorts in a sad pile in the corner of the tent.

Scale on skin was a familiar sensation for Andrew after so many nights with Hershey, yet new and uncharted for Yelz; smooth yet rough, nothing to catch, nothing to snag, yet a strange sort of friction built a delightful warmth the more she pulled and pushed. Like the distant heat of a fireplace, as she drug the top of her paw along Andrew's bare shin, her fangs gnashing at his chest and neck, fangs seeking the slightest purchase. Salt was heavier here, the taste a sharp stab that made thoughts hazy and forced the kobold's nostrils to flare. A far greater heat grew against her thigh, insistent yet gradual. Hard, yet with the slightest give.

A prize.

Part of her wanted to simply take it, roll with it, and go for goal right away. Another part of her knew she'd burst the moment that ship came into port. No reason to rush… right? Then again, she wasn't sure she could rush anymore. It had been so long since even the touch of her own claws, much less the love of another. Already, the roiled heat of excitement pooled in her belly, rivulets of need spilling from between her thighs to roll down Andrew's leg and pool on the tent floor. The tang of a kobold in need suffused the air like a miasma, heavy and thick, a siren song to any man with a working nose, filled to the brim with aphrodisiac and pheromone. Andrew couldn't hold back a cough, a heavy blush across his face as if he'd imbibed too much wine.

"Gah, damn girl." Nothing of the like had ever gotten the man so light in the head, or so hot and bothered down south, a thick glob of need running down his length to collect on his stomach. Yelz hissed at the waste, her tongue lashing at his sides, tracing a wet trail up to the pool for her first taste. An explosion of desire shot across the kobold's spine as every inch of her tongue range out with a shock, eyes rolling back with a gasp. "Easy! Ya gonna pass ou- agh!" Fangs sank into Andrew's wrist, gnawing and chewing. "C'mere!" Fingers, slick with saliva from nibbles and nips, wrapped around the back of Yelz's neck in such a delightful squeeze, another gush of slick delight dripping from between her legs at the treatment.

"Fucking finally! Just like that!" Hauled like a sack onto Andrew's chest, Yelz felt her tail wrap around her human's cock like a viper, guiding the throbbing tip to the puffy entrance of her cloaca, their slick messes mixing as pink hips wriggled and writhed. Cruel as he was though, Andrew stopped her, one rough hand coming down on the small of her back to cease her wondrous descent. He wasn't even in yet! "Wha- no, please! Andrew, I need it! Please…" A finger on her lips, silencing her as if the air had left her lungs.

"Consent nod."

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"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

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Yelz nodded.

Once.

Glaring.

"Thanks."

The hand lifted, allowing the kobold to resume her descent. Guided by her tail, that wonderous heat met the furious, inflamed folds of her cloaca, feeling every bit like a heated spear ready to drive her through. By every God in the skies, Yelz hoped it would. A wiggle here, and jerk there, and Andrew's member slid easily into the kobold's sopping entrance with a squelch, pushing free a small wave of slick fluid that splashed down to pool on the tent floor with the rest.

"Holy hell, Yelz. Do you… need water, or-"

"H-Hush! Hush. Ngh! Big! Humans big."

"I mean… slid right in there."

"Hush!" Though, it was true. With a lurch, Yelz sat up high, the weight of her body slamming the rest of her man's length down into her depths, a bulge in her pelvis the only evidence that she'd sheathed his sword to the hilt. A whine of pure euphoria burbled from her throat, accompanied by a delighted, if terrified, groan from the man shivering between her pre-soaked thighs. The first of many peaks wracked Yelz's body like a firecracker, her claws curling and tail whipping to smack Andrew's shins once, twice, before curling around his ankle in a vice grip. "Fu-guuuhhh, yes yes yes! More! More… I need it, need it! More!"

"E-Easy, babe! Hrk!" Jaws clamped on Andrew's throat as Yelz curled down to bite and gnaw, the feeling of his pulse on her tongue as his neck tensed between her fangs. "Damn it, you little- agh!"

"Gnrgh, yush!" Yelz dug her claws into the thin nylon by Andrew's head, her hips undulating with wet slaps, jerking and unsteady, as stars danced between the fried synapses of her brain. Warm hands held her fast, fingers gripping her sides like dual vices, ceasing her desperate bounce. "N-ghno!"

"Yes! Eeeasy, you'll hurt yourself."

"Pah!" Trails of saliva roped between fang and throat, breaking to spill onto Andrew's chest. "N-No. Please please please. Don't stop! Harder!"

"Yelz." That damn voice. Like Hershey's whisper, it stopped her short, grabbing something in her kobold soul that demanded she obey. "It's gonna be alright. I ai'n't gonna vanish." Fire traced down her spine as his hands traveled lower, one hand gripping her thigh with a wet squelch and the other wrapping around the base of her tail. "Holy fuck, do you need like… Gatorade or something?"

"Shut. Up."

"You're leakin' like a pipe with a hole in it."

"Andrew, I swear to-"

YANK

Yelz felt the air leave her lungs as the evil man below her pulled hard on her tail, pops between her ears signaling the crash before a deluge of slick, pheromone filled fluid gushed over Andrew's pelvis. Yet another peak, shameful and exultant. Scales against flesh, hips moving without thought, guided by Andrew's gentle yet firm touch, each bounce sending shockwaves of painful pleasure through the little lizard's overstimulated soul.

"Hang, ngh… hang in there babe… consent nod?"

She did. She didn't care, pulling his hand from her fluid soaked thighs back to her flicking ear, ropes of her own slick essence dripping from his fingers to splatter across her face.

YANK

This time, as her tail and ear were pulled in opposite directions, Yelz forced her legs to obey through the haze of mind melting pinnacle. Shaking, out of breath, whimpering, yet still moving. Andrew was still going strong, yet a cramp was eating at her thighs, movement slowing as her pupils dilated to slits.

"Haaaa- ahhh, f-fuck! No… please! Break me, wanna be sore."

"Easy! Take a break if ya need it."

"Need to keep going." Yelz tried to start the engines once more, yet her quivering thighs and clenching paws refused to lift her back to the top of Andrew's spire, mustering only sad little wiggles. A throb within her legs drew a smile from the depths of her haze, mind coming back for but a moment. "Ha. I can… feel your heartbeat through your dick…"

"Fah!" Andrew couldn't help but laugh, hand releasing the pink tail covered in a slick sheen of kobold release, to pinch his nose. Ropes of… _Yelz… _slapped across his cheeks, stuck to his palm. "Alrigh', I gotcha. Flippin'!"

"Huh? Agh!" Yelz flailed as the man rolled like a crocodile, hands spinning her until her soft belly hit the wet tent floor. Strong arms wrapped around the kobold's neck from behind, trapping her head as the weight of a full grown man pressed down upon her entire back. Claws came up to scratch at Andrew's forearm as he pressed back in, unable to struggle or wriggle or do so much as whimper.

It was rapturous.

And then the squeeze around her neck lessened.

"Um… consent nod?" His whisper was careful in her flicking ear.

"Ffffffcuking- Andrew!"

"Okay okay!"

"Glk!"

No more words. No more sweet yet unnecessary check ups on her safety. Just pure power. Each thrust hit something deep, something that chased away thought and worry and petty mortal problems. Mixed fluids collected beneath them as Yelz was driven over the edge and dragged under into the depths, willingly and brutally and just how she begged for it, all while Andrew whispered how wanted she was. How special she was. How he had her. In contrast to the brutish movements of his hips, his lips upon her temple were as gentle as a cloud gracing a mountain peak. Hands holding her side or moving to grip her paws so softly, breath upon her face and neck like an autumn afternoon.

Safe.

Cared.

Loved.

…loved.

As crescendo crashed over Yelz, and Andrew finally joined her. Yelz finally felt what she'd forgotten.

Love. At last. A love so powerful it chased away even consciousness, leaving her last thought as heat bloomed within her of blissful euphoria in the arms of a man who loved her.