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"Should be around here somewhere..." Traversing through the wilds of the jungle was a kobold by the name of Lance. The black scaled reptile was on the hunt for some kind of treasure. Back in the city he called him, there was a tip off given to him. It started out as just rumors but it was starting to become more credible, some kind of treasure hidden deep within the jungle's heart, some kind of crystal.

His goal was of course to find it, but Lance could care less about some shiny rock. Everything that led him here, the flight and trespassing into protected lands, was for the sake of uncovering this treasure so he could sell it for an immensely high price. That would make it all worth it. His status as a thief and treasure hunter would be all the more legitimate, the city's underground would soon be begging him to take on their requests.

Every step of the way, the kobold had swiped things that would assist him. It started with taking some money from some really drunk guys at a bar. After cleaning out a few wallets, there was enough for a round trip, plus some extra. The next thing he took was after landing on the remote body of land. While most of the land remained untouched, there was part of it that was made into a resort area.

The moment eyes were off of him, Lance managed to swipe a whole canoe. Both him and it disappeared into the thick foliage. Soon enough he had been coasting down the jungle's river towards its heart. It was left behind on a bank at a certain point, the kobold traversing on foot the rest of the way there. Using a map that he actually bought from a kiosk, Lance led himself here. At the current moment he was wandering through the lush growth. The map wasn't very detailed when it came to the jungle itself. That was expected but his experience allowed him to still get a sense of where he was.

For some odd reason, the map felt unnecessary. Maybe it was one of those "gut feelings." Either way, Lance just seemed to know where to go. Walking in a certain direction just felt right, there was certainty that he would find what he was looking for soon. Scaling rocks, strolling past thick and tall trees, and using his claws to cut through tangling vines. Behind them was a shimmering pond of water, a small waterfall pouring fresh water from above.

Pausing to take a drink, Lance kept glancing at the waterfall. Sure it was pretty, but there was something else about it that was just demanding his attention. That same gut feeling was flaring up within him, every time his eyes fell on the rushing water. After getting his fill, Lance felt compelled to just approach. Hoping he was right, the kobold stepped in the cool water, walking through the pond until he stood before the waterfall. Now up close, he could see that there was something on the other side, the open mouth of a cave.

Slipping his hood over his head and putting on his goggles, Lance quickly ran through the falling water. The material of his hood was waterproof, keeping him from getting soaked for the most part. With a small sigh, he pulled it down and lifted the goggles from his eyes. "This is it..."

The cavern was dark and quiet but his yellow eyes adjusted to the low light, allowing him to see perfectly. The cave was pretty big but it was also rather empty. The only sound he heard was his own breathing at the trickle of the waterfall, getting further and further away from him.

It wasn't until he got to the end that Lance realized this cave was more like a hall, being a linear area that led into an even deeper cavern. With a deep breath, he stepped inside. Immediately, he took notice of the strange feeling. It was all around him, as if floating in the air. He found it, Lance was now certain of it. He ran forwards, the feeling getting stronger with each step.

"Oof!" there was something that got in his way. But it wasn't something like a rock. No, it was someone else. It moved, letting out a surprised grunt and fell to the ground as well.

"Hey! Watch-" Lance looked over at the other figure and was stunned for a moment. Groaning and getting up was another kobold, this one being green with sandy accents. As they got up, they both stared at each other. Though both kobolds, they had their own differences. For one, Lance was taller and his scales were rougher compared to the smooth and soft looking ones worn by the other. The green one had a more toned and athletic build, also being more draconic in appearance, having a rounded snout, two small dark green horns atop his head and a pair of softer horn like appendages that lowered a bit he tilted his head curiously. Lance had sharper and longer claws, a longer and thinner tail, as well as his snout ending an canine-like nose rather than a purely reptilian snout.

For a few moments, the two of them just stared at the other, looking each other up and down. Lance hadn't seen another kobold back in the city, it was odd to see one before him, looking so different compared to him. The other had stepped forward and sniffed him, all but pressing his nose to Lance's exposed chest.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, jumping back.

"Kobold!" the other exclaimed. "Means friend!"

Now Lance was really confused. This other kobold, the way he spoke and acted. It was a bit childish. The green reptile's tail was swaying back and forth as he walked around him. "Hmm. Not from tribe. Outsider. Can still be friend." He spoke while sniffing.

"Tribe?"

With a nod and smile, the kobold grinned. "Name Tarra. Tarra leave tribe to go hunting. Come here and find shiny rock!"

"So it's here!" Lance grinned and ran ahead, leaving Tarra behind. The tribal kobold looked rather confused until he realized that his new acquaintance was heading for the treasure. He raced ahead, quickly catching up to Lance. This surprised the city kobold, who gasped just as he was overtaken. It made sense that he would be outdone by someone who came from a place like this, Tarra's build spoke for itself. But maybe he could use that...

"Shiny rock mine!" Tarra reached out for the gem when he was close enough. It was a glowing red crystal, looking much like a diamond of some sort. It was sat on some sort of short pillar, with carved symbols into it. This was largely ignored by both. Reaching to grab it turned out to be useless. To their shock, both Tarra and Lance saw the crystal move. On its own, it just lifted in the air, completely avoiding the clawed hand.

"What in the-" He wouldn't have believed if it wasn't happening in front of his eyes, the crystal floating higher and higher until it nearly reached the cavern's roof. A bright red light flared out, catching the both of them off guard. Immediately, he rushed through Lance. He groaned as something was welling up within him. It wasn't clear at first until he felt the first tingles in his pants.

"The treasure is only meant for the worthy..." Another gasp came from Lance. The gem... It was speaking to him. "Prove your worth..." The light faded but the gem itself remained floating out of reach.

Groaning, Lance became aware of what that tingling was. His cock had slipped from his sheath, being fully hard. Even the knot had popped out. A strange sense of heat had enveloped his body, sinking deep down into him. It made him sweat and his pants felt restricting. Without thinking about it any further, he shed his hood and slipped right out of his pants, still feeling that clinging heat. Now his cock was exposed, engorged and throbbing hard.

Tarra's groan got his attention. The other kobold's state was easy enough to see. Wearing nothing more than a loincloth, it lifted as the green kobold's cock was lifting and hardening, being humanoid in shape. With the loincloth lifted Lance's eyes went wide. Though he was short, Tarra's cock it was huge. Being just semi hard, it was already about two feet and thicker than his arm. Underneath were a pair of balls, each being about the size of a coconut. Was this another thing that made jungle kobolds so special?

From Tarra's perspective, he too heard the words of the gem. He understood them well enough. It was one of the rules of the jungle. Valuable things didn't come easy and one often had to fight for it. Despite his friendly disposition, he was a warrior as well. But this was slightly different, rather than fighting it seemed the crystal wanted to see a more sexual contest between the two of them.

The hot feeling persisted, being channeled to Lance's loins. He groaned and grit his fangs as he felt something happening to his cock. Looking down, his cock was extending and growing plumper. Sweating and huffing, the black scaled kobold felt his dick getting heavier, his balls as well. The knot ending his shaft was swelling along with his sheath as a whole. Everything between his legs was getting bigger, continuing until it was the size of Tarra's.

"What the hell's going on?" he asked, taking a look at his new cock.

"Prove your worth. There can only be one..." the crystal's voice whispered to him again and it just registered. What he was meant to do was clear.

He made the first move, lunging at the other kobold. It seemed that Tarra was unaware but at the right moment, he moved to the side. He caught Lance in midair and with a surprising amount of strength, he managed to pin his opponent down. The rugged kobold was dazed, giving the other the perfect opportunity.

A sudden moan came as he felt a thick tongue lapping over his hole, doing so three times before it pushed inside. He could feel how slick and wet it was. Tarra was wasting no time in running his tongue along the soft and sensitive interior of his tailhole. The feelings that came; they were much stronger than usual. He was certain of it. Getting his hole eaten always felt good but this was something else entirely, a single lick was enough to make his legs shake and an uncontrollable moan rise from his throat.

Lance wasn't the only one who noticed something different. While licking deeply into the soft passage, Tarra couldn't help but hum in delight. The flavor that met him was incredible. By far, it was the tastiest hole that he ever rimmed. Shivering and drooling on himself a bit, he began to lick harder, sinking his tongue in even deeper. The clenches that came made the flavor even stronger, much to his delight.

"Mmm... That damn tongue..." Lance groaned. He didn't need to be held down, the pleasure was enough to paralyze him. All the kobold could do was tremble from the stimulation. It wasn't as if he wasn't enjoying the smooth licks, but in the back of his mind Lance still had his focus on getting that gem. He didn't come all the way here for nothing...

His chance came when the tongue began to pull out. Taking advantage, Lance forced himself up. Tarra was now the one caught by surprise. Not wasting the opportunity, the city kobold used both hands to grip the smaller reptile's head, pressing his rounded snout to the side of his cock, rubbing the smooth nose against it. Doing so sent more of those strong tingles through his body.

But the effect it had on Tarra was clear enough to see. In an instant the tribal kobold melted from the scent of male that poured into his nose. He couldn't help but sniff at the other kobold, getting himself familiar with it. His mouth was still water and without even thinking about it, his tongue had dragged along the area his snout was pressed to.

"Smells so good..." Tarra murred, giving another lick to the shaft's side. The sensations struck hard and Lance acted upon his new desires. If he was to prove that he was better, might as well make something out of it at the same time. With his stretched hole winking, a constant bit of pleasure kept the rugged reptile in a state of need. Unable to stand it anymore, he pushed Tarra's head back, grinding the smooth lips along his inches until the tip was reached. It was quite the length and he was still trying to come to terms with having such a big dick now...

"Take it... Aahh!!" Lance groaned, curling his toes while pushing Tarra's mouth down on his dick. The pointed tip pried open the green kobold's lips, sailed over his tongue and forced the tight throat to widen. He watched as more and more inches were steadily disappearing from view. The tongue and soft passage were teasing the sensitive ridges along his cock's underside. Already, strings of precum were being spurt down into the other male's gullet.

Luckily for Tarra, he and the other tribe members were known for being rather stretchy inside. Though he was one of the biggest in the tribe, there were plenty carrying a full foot between their legs. He was experienced in having a lot of meat jammed into his holes. All the same, this was the easiest he was able to take it. Lance was roughly pushing his head down. Even with his experience, there would have been some discomfort or even pain from having his throat spread so wide in such a small amount of time. But it sailed smoothly down his windpipe. The taste of it was so good. Being slathered over his tongue was the pure taste of male. It was addicting and made him only want more. He began to twirl his tongue, pressing and sucking with his lips, feeling a flutter within upon hearing the other kobold's moan.

"Fuck... Yeah, suck on it..." A short but strong hump pushed a substantial amount of the black scaled reptile's cock down into the hot tightness. Clenches and the sheen of hot saliva paired with the feeling of soft flesh hugging his girth. Even through the strong haze of lust, Lance couldn't help but be impressed with how well his dick was gulped down. Already, his knot had bumped against the rounded green snout.

"Grrk... Hrgh..!" In his current position, Tarra could do nothing else but make muffled noises. His head was still roughly gripped, held in place so Lance could start moving his hips. The swelling of his throat as the thicker part slid past could be seen and felt, happening in reverse when the cock was pushed back where it was before.

"Augh, damn... You're a real good cocksucker..." Lance panted, humping roughly into the soft and wet maw. The both of them found their own enhanced enjoyment from their positions. Tarra found himself enjoying the rough told and pounding of his mouth. It was a level of brutality that the other tribe kobolds had never given him before. From the smell of sex that was building between them and the delectable taste that persisted on his tongue, Tarra was all too eager to accept Lance's cock.

On his end, the green kobold began to purposely swallow around the tool, being fed more hot strings of pre. It trickled down into his belly, being warm and smooth. Though the tip was buried so far down, he could taste it. The flavor of precum was strong on his tongue, being something further savored and pulling Tarra even deeper into desire to pleasure the other kobold.

"S-shit. Keep sucking, slut! I'm almost there..!" In addition to breeding Tarra's throat, he tugged the tribe member's head up and down, bringing it in as he pushed his dick forwards. Doing both at the same time allowed him to reach the even tighter parts of the green scalie's windpipe, every swallow brought pressure that milked the last of his precum. Thrusting hard enough to smash his pelvis to Tarra's snouth, the bigger kobold threw his head back. Snarls filled the cavern as he kept his knot smushed against the wet lips.

Tarra felt the shaft's swelling, followed by the rush of heat in his stomach. Fat loads of cum were being Spurt directly into his stomach. There was so much of it, spraying out from the tip that flexed and twitched as gush after gush of kobold cum was fed to him. He enjoyed the feeling of his mouth being bred and seeded, doing his best to just keep gulping. At the same time, one of his scaly hands had reached out to caress the churning balls, giving the hefty sack a good squeeze and some rubbing to really coax out an even bigger load.

"Yeah... Rrgh..." Drooling a bit, Lance rode out the mind numbing bliss that overtook him. He didn't even realize that he was still cumming. Every spasm and shiver that he made came with another splash of his seed flowing through his giant dick. He could hear Tarra drinking it down. The excess that he couldn't was pooling around his tip, surrounding itself in its own warm spooge. With a few more pulses of his cock and convulsions of his ballsack, Lance had finally finished cumming, pulling his cock free and slapping it on Tarra's lips for him to clean up.

Tarra was happy to clean up the bit that he missed but when the large load swallowed down, the haze of lust was starting to clear from his mind. He twirled his tongue along the cockhead, making sure to do it thoroughly. Once he was certain, the smaller kobold acted.

Proving his own cunning, the jungle native had bided his time until the chance had come. Lance was once again pinned to the ground and dazed. This time Tarra could get right to the good stuff. Having his mouth being used like that made him all riled up. With the hole still slick from his licking, the green kobold gripped Lance's body, using his strength to flip the bigger male over without issue.

Still a bit dazed, both from the pin and the lingering climatic pleasure within him, Lance still did nothing as he felt the other scalie crawling over him, pressing his bulbous cocktip to his tailhole. Just as his eyes widened in realization, it was being pushed in. Groaning and balling his fists, he felt his hole being spread around a fat that was much too long and thick. His species of kobold wasn't as stretchy inside. Though it was a tight fit, it became clear that the cock's size wasn't going to damage him. As it slid further in, a strong sense of pressure was put on his tender walls, making him moan out just like before.

It was thanks to Tarra's spit that he was able to penetrate such a tight hole. The saliva he produced was very slick and the addition of his precum helped even further, his spit was smeared even further along, mixing with his viscous pre. The both of them could feel the rugged kobold's insides becoming warmer and sloppier. Tarra groaned and bucked his hips, forcing a generous amount of his dick inside at once. Lance took it before felt his breath catch in his throat. With the thickest part lodged inside, it became easier to take the rest. Heat came to his snout as he moaned, feeling his body pulsing with a need for more.

Gripping tight enough to scrape his claws against the city kobold's scales, Tarra grunted as he began to hump into the extra tight ass. His cock rubbed along on its way back and did so even harder when being jammed back inside. The both of them shivered and voiced their pleasures. Touching certain spots forced higher pitched moans from the adventure, triggering extra strong clenches that got a deeper huff out of the jungle dweller. The same way he was used, that treatment was given to Lance, pounding his log of flesh deep into the pulsating tunnel.

Finally getting every inch inside, the thrusts that followed came with audible smacks of Tarra's pelvis slamming into Lance's ass. The male lying underneath could hardly control himself. The pleasure that coursed through his body was enough to leave him shaking. Another hard shove inside pressed down hard on his prostate, forcing his cock to spurt another string of precum. Claws dragged against the stone floor as the pace was being picked up.

"Mmm... Lance's hole so warm..." He panted, increasing the speed of his hips, rolling them to keep his cock smacking into the other male's ass, bottoming out and bringing his balls to crash against Lance's. Grinding his dick against the velvety walls got him to keep spurting fat ropes of thick and hot precum. It did well to further lube his way. "And soft too..."

"Damn..." Lance groaned, his body being rocked back and forth against the floor. Pleasure coursed through him, only getting stronger the longer it drew out. He had to be impressed with the way Tarra was fucking him. It was rough and fast, something he should have expected from a kobold from the wilds. The pants and groans reached his ears, making him quiver with excitement. With them, he could also hear his own ass being smacked when Tarra forced every inch inside. It was just that but now the sound of the green shaft being pushed and pulled were paired with the sloppy squelches and slurps of his sopping hole being rutted.

"Like being rut? Making a lot of noise," the green reptile's tone was full of amusement. He could see that Lance had been trying to hold these sounds back. But all it could was a single hump to make the bigger male lose control of himself. Huffing through his nostrils, Tarra began to reposition himself, easing his body over Lance's. His hands moved from the hips, further up until they wrapped around, pressing to the smooth grey scales of his belly.

"Close..." the word was grunted out, being nearly brief enough to miss. Holding tight, Tarra bucked his hips with both force and speed, pounding his dick into the sloppy hole, raising his own voice from the added pleasure it brought him. Rolling over the prostate and other sweet spots multiple times brough more reflexive clenches and squeezes. Just a bit more was all it took to push Tarra over the edge. A chirp-like noise came from him as he bottomed out for the final time, keeping it pushed far down as his cock began to pour massive loads of his searing load into the snug hole.

"Ooh..." Lance groaned, feeling himself being filled with hot cum. The smooth scaled balls that pressed to his own sack were churning and pulsating hard, being drawn up towards the green kobold's body. Tarra's claws were short of digging into him, the smaller male moaned and purred as he continued to shoot wads of his cum into the snug hole, pumping it full to the point that it was starting to leak out, trickling out of Lance's already stuffed ass. When it came to an end, Tarra pulled out slowly. Along with their moans, the deep wet sounds of his sloppy pole tugging free could be heard loud and clear. When the tip popped free, a cascade of cum followed, oozing out of the adventurer.

The both of them were utterly winded but neither kobold were willing to admit defeat. Each of them still had a bit left within them. Without saying another more, the pair stood and stared each other down. Even as cum was still dripping from his used hole, Lance was nothing but determined. Victory was within his grasp, he could feel it. After all, if he let this gem fall in Tarra's hands this whole trip would have been for nothing.

He charged first, throwing himself at the other kobold. Rather than meeting the approach, Tarra braced himself and allowed Lance to crash into him. As they both fell, the experienced warrior was able to use his opponent's weight against him. Again, the adventurer was pinned down on his back. Chuckling, Tarra settled himself over Lance's body. He was just as focused on the gem. Though it wasn't as far or taxing, the green kobold had done his own fair bit of traveling away from his tribe. He wasn't willing to go back empty handed either.

Though he could just fuck the bigger male into submission again, the warrior wanted to win on equal terms. He turned himself around and presented his cock by pressing it to Lance's mouth. At the same time, he guided his own mouth to the wet start of the dark reptile's knotted length. It took a moment or two, but the both of them came to a mutual understanding. Both were at their limits, this being their final stand, the one left standing would be 'worthy.'

Lance wrapped his arms around the smaller male and Tarra did the same. He grunted and another was given in response. Acting together, matching their opponent beat for beat, they opened their maws and sunk the large cock presented to them inside. Shudders and moans broke up, putting an end to the quiet that had filled the cavern. Tarra was again melting from the taste of cock, eagerly lapping up the precum that glazed the tip. But now it was Lance's turn to experience it for himself. The enhanced state of his body made the shaft's flavor incredibly delightful. The cum that still clung to the skin brought an added flavor. The warm and sticky fluid glazed his tongue, giving him even more to taste.

Their mouths were watering heavily, wasting no time pushing their heads down to bury as much as they could into their own maws. The volume of their moans got louder, still being muffled by the cocktips that were sliding further down. Lance was the first to start thrusting, forcing the rest of his dick into the delightful hold of Tarra's throat. It was surprising but the tribe-born kobold adjusted to his throat being rutted. Finding his own resolve, the green scaled kobold did the same.

They kept up with each other, matching their paces and keeping a firm on the other. In addition to pumping deep down into the soft lining, neither could resist the allure of drooling and slurping all over the shaft that kept their muzzles pried open. The flavor and pleasure traded back and forth kept them both on edge. Tongues twirled and ground against the rigid flesh that twitched in their throats, shooting more pre down their gullets. The strong taste and warmth brought more excitement.

The volume of their voices was rising, their heads running up and down with more speed. Lance could feel his mouth being slathered in the warm and thick fluids, it was dripping from the corners of his maw. He could feel the pleasure building, his cock pulsing hard and spurting more. Luckily it was the same for Tarra, him making louder moans and thrusting harder, causing the other to gag a bit. Every change was met, causing Lance to thrust with more force, jamming his dick further down the other kobold's windpipe.

They were getting close. Both could feel it. From their heavier breathing and the stronger pulses of their shafts. They seemed to be on the same page, both giving all they had in their final moments. For a moment, the pair of kobolds almost forgot about the prize they were fighting over. The intense pleasure that washed over them was enough to cloud their mind and senses entirely. Forgetting the treasure entirely, the pair was in a desperate race to chase the building feeling...

With their voices raising and spurts of hot cum gushing into their muzzles, Tarra and Lance came at the exact same time. Neither even realized what that meant at the time, being too consumed with the immense bliss of blowing that last of their cum down each other's throats, feeling the warm squeezes of their essence being gulped down... When they settled down and pulled their cocks free.

"Oh shit!" Lance gasped. In an instant the need for pleasure had left him entirely, though the feeling of bliss remained within him, the adventurer was more concerned about the treasure. Which one of them caved first, he wasn't sure. Tarra just looked confused in general, as if he wasn't aware of where he was in general. But that changed when his eyes met the other kobold's.

"It seems the contest ended with a tie. Therefore..." the gem began to descend. But as the kobolds stood up to collect it, the gem shook and began to crack. Sharing a gasp, Lance and Tarra watched the treasure break and split itself two. But rather than breaking or even becoming half, it was literally two of the exact same gem. "You are both worthy. Both have proven themselves versed in the art of pleasure..."

The pair of gems floated to each kobold. Upon grabbing them, they could feel a surge of energy and that feeling came over them again but faded out. In an instant both also knew what this meant. The power of this treasure was theirs to wield.

At first he simply planned to pawn it off but Lance began to wonder what something like this could do for him. "Hey, Tarra. How about you show me that tribe of yours?"