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This one was a little tougher to write, if only because I really wanted to get certain vibes correct. I hope you enjoy the continuing story of these two. The dynamic is going to change over time, and I want it to feel natural - or at least as natural as it can in a porn story. But even porn deserves the effort, right? I feel like it makes it that much better.

Oh, and in case it's not immediately obvious, this one switched POV a bit. Enjoy things from Narva's perspective.

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Narva was having a very difficult couple of days.

Life as a female kobold expatriated from her tribe was never an easy one; she knew this when she chose that life for herself. At the time, the prospects of staying in her tribe of origin were not great. Females and males experienced many of the same roles in tribe life. They may even become matriarchs, in some cases. But there was a universal expectation that as soon as one went into season, they had a responsibility to the tribe to lift tail. Spending her life alternating between food preparation, lifting tail, or squatting over the laying nest, did not hold much appeal for Narva.

So she'd struck out on her own. Her body was strong and fast. She took to combat easily, and rarely felt fear. Mercenary work was perilous (especially for females) but the money was excellent and for many years she enjoyed a standard of living that most kobolds, even the city-hatched, could not aspire to.

Those were the days of wine and roses. Sure, the money came to her hands soaked in blood, but it was other people's blood. What did that matter to her?

Having never put much stock in the questions of religion or spirituality, it was only occurring to her just that moment, as the taste of her hated master's cock slid across her tongue to jab the back of her throat, if there really was such a thing as divine judgment. Distantly, she wondered if her many defeated opponents and victims were laughing at the sight of her, standing naked but for her collar with her mouth wrapped around Rhix's thick member, his hand tightening on the back of her head to force her deeper. She winced, and gagged, the sound choked off as he forced more of his cock into her mouth.

"Eyes up, slave," came his confident voice. Narva felt the sudden, now-familiar urge to obey, her eyes snapping open and looking up at him. He was smirking down at her. The thought to bite his cock off was banished from her mind as soon as it had appeared, as if violently swept from a desk by an unseen hand. She was growing used to the feeling that there was something inside her mind that was not her own. It did not have a personality or maliciousness that could be detected. It simply obeyed the rules, and made her obey the rules, no matter what.

He allowed her to pull back and she stole a breath through her nose, only for him to push her back down.

This was her 'earning' lunch. There wasn't much food to go around, barely more than some trail rations for one person, and he'd made it clear she would have to earn her portion. Not that it mattered; framing it as a deal was totally unnecessary. She knew she couldn't object or resist him. Her tailhole was still mildly throbbing from the night before when he'd sodomized her. Now and then, his seed would dribble out of her sex or backside. She felt wrung-out, used, and more humiliated than she thought imaginable.

He grabbed her horns and she braced herself. He started thrusting, and she started gagging. She maintained eye contact all the same.

They were standing on the riverbank. After he'd finished raping her ass the night before, he'd forced her to sleep cuddled next to him. That had turned her stomach, though a small part of her was grateful at the very least for the warmth. The morning had seen them begin their journey; Rhix was taking the lead, reasoning that if they followed the water they would eventually reach some kind of civilization.

"Hands behind your back, cunt!" he barked at her. She was drooling and gagging throughout the rough facefucking, but her hands obediently moved to the small of her back where she crossed them at the wrists, as if they were bound. The effect was the same; she could no more move them than she could decapitate him with her mind.

Her thoughts cast back to the conversation they'd had on the way...

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"So who was it?" he'd asked her, as they trod down the side of the river. It was not an easy traversal; the land was wild, the banks a tangle of stone and roots. At least they had clean water in abundance. "Who'd you kill to get the Star Knights on your tail?"

Narva smoldered as they walked. Her ass hurt, her sex was sore, and moving through nature naked was not fun. The company she was keeping made it a great deal worse. "He was a city magistrate named Jules Makavvian," she replied in deadpan tones. She couldn't refuse to answer, and she couldn't lie to him. The words tumbled out of her; they were in her voice, and from her mind, and yet tasted almost alien all the same. Non-consensual talking. "This cunt was instructed to recover some kind of charter from him. This cunt and a couple other mercenaries. He had guards; we cornered them in his back garden and there was a fight. This cunt slit his throat."

"A little excessive, don't you think?" Rhix asked, looking over his shoulder at her. Not for the first time she was instantly conscious of where her hands were in relation to her genitals. He'd commanded that she could not hide her sex from him, much as he'd commanded her to refer to herself as 'this cunt'.

"He'd picked up a blade. Should have understood the rules. Could have just given it up."

Rhix made a face at her. "Don't act too judgmental," he snidely replied. "Look where it got you."

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Narva struggled for air, sneaking gasps in between the head of his cock choking off her windpipe. Strained tears flooded her eyes as she struggled under the onslaught. His scaly balls slapped her chin now and then, his sheath tapping her lips as he thrust himself as deep into her throat as he could. She felt her vision start to tunnel, but her hands remained resolutely crossed behind her back.

"Not so proud with your throat full of my cock, are you, slave cunt?" he panted at her, using her horns as handles to rape her face.

She wondered what it was that made him so eager to humble her. She barely remembered him from before. Shu mercenaries were a copper-a-dozen. They bred prodigiously, boasted strong constitutions, and were culturally inclined to tests of strength and violence. They made for natural sellswords. She'd fought scores of them. He wasn't entirely unknown to her, she could perhaps recall a couple instances of running across him, but she had apparently left quite an impression.

She tried to say the words 'No, I am not feeling proud, master', as the collar demanded, but with his cock jabbing into her throat over and over it merely came out as an embarrassing series of gurgles, muffled vowels, and drool.

It was doubtful that he even noticed. He thrust in deep, fully choking her. She squirmed, gagging, her eyes tearing up even more. Her vision started to go black around the edges, her legs growing weak, before he suddenly withdrew until only half his cock remained in her maw. She sucked in a long breath again, but managed to stop just in time as her tongue felt that telltale pulse run down the length of his cock's underside. He was cumming.

Ropes of his seed splashed across the back of her throat, the roof of her mouth, the back of her tongue. "Hold it in your mouth," she heard him say; he was groaning, open, mouthed, watching her face as he came into her mouth. She stared back up at him in submission. She had her pride - what little remained - but it was useless to her in that moment. Even she had to admit there was no more pure example of his primacy than her taking his ejaculate into her mouth on command.

As she had the first time he'd cum in her mouth, she reflected on how queerly salty his cum tasted. She'd never taken semen into her mouth before he'd made her suck his cock that first time. She wasn't sure what to expect, but 'salty' hadn't been it.

He drew his cock out of her mouth where it bobbed in front of her nose. Her mouth shut and she winced a little, obediently holding his warm, salty load in her mouth.

"Swallow."

She did. It took some focus, but she couldn't disobey. The gulp was audible. He seemed to like that.

"Thank me."

She shuddered. "Thank you, master," she said. The honorific was coming out of her more naturally every time she said it. She could feel it worming its way into her regular vocabulary.

"You will thank me every time after I cum inside you," he said, "or on you."

"Yes, master," she replied. The gem glowed for a moment, but she didn't need to see that to feel the effect. The new rule that dictated her life fell into place as if carved on a granite slab and dropped from a great height. She could no more deny it than she could crawl her skeleton out of her scales. Every single time he fucked her, she would thank him without asking. That was just a part of her life now.

"Did you enjoy sucking your master's cock, slave?" he asked, smirking. His smug face could motivate her to slaughter billions.

"No," she replied. That, at least, was some small solace. She couldn't lie to him, which had its benefits.

He only grinned more. "Well, I enjoyed it a lot."

"So did we," said a raspy voice in broken common. Spears poked their way out of the brush, followed by their owners: a cadre of large Shu tribal warriors.

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Narva wrestled with some conflicting feelings as she and Rhix were marched along.

At first she had been thoroughly amused watching the warriors disarm and rob Rhix of all of his belongings; or, what little remained. His short sword, his dagger, his bag. They'd been initially very disappointed to see that he was more or less broke. Attempts were made to remove her collar and his bracelet, but Rhix had told them they were magically bound and would not come off.

The warriors had taken a particular interest in the pair, and not just because of the rather embarrassing manner of the discovery. Narva squirmed under the Shus' examination, their eyes roaming her body. She wasn't sure how many of them had seen kobolds this up close, let alone in bare scales. They'd joked among each other in their native tongue; Narva tried not to listen, her face burning.

The joy she felt in watching Rhix plead with them, however, was tempered with a latent need to protect him. It was one of the collar's rules. She could not harm him, of course, nor could she allow him to be harmed. Any time one of the warriors raised his voice in argument or gestured at Rhix with a weapon, she felt an urge to intervene. Thankfully, none of them had taken things that far.

"[I'm merely transporting my slave]," Rhix said to the Shu, in their native tongue.

"[No horse, no wagon, not even on a road? You are in our hunting grounds]," the lead warrior replied, snarling a slur.

"What are they saying?" Narva asked, innocently.

"We're negotiating, don't interrupt," Rhix replied anxiously. The warriors, Narva noted, were mostly all Rhix's size or larger, their bodies rippling with corded, sinewy muscle. They had the look of intense power coiled in reserve, like a prime racehorse or a predatory cat. Their scaly hide was rougher, marked with countless scars, their eyes ferocious and intense. These were true Shu tribesmen, their lives entirely focused on hunting and war, just to maintain the integrity of their people against the steady encroach of humans, with their organized legions and walled cities of stone.

"[Could bleed you both right here]," the leader said. Narva's eyes wandered his body. They were dressed in mere loincloths with nothing covering them from behind save for their thick tails. Their torsos were criss-crossed with hide straps that were entirely utilitarian, adorned with obsidian blades, pouches, clumps of some local plant or another, fire-making material, and so forth. She noted that at least one of them had a spear that was steel-tipped. No doubt plunder from some raid.

"[You won't, I know that much]," Rhix replied, hurriedly. "[I am of the egg. I deserve at least to plead my case before the chief.]"

"[You presume a lot]," the warrior replied, though he was leaning back a little and rubbing his chin. He than glanced at Narva and flashed a toothy grin. "[Perhaps he will at least like to see her.]"

Now, they were walking. The warriors had led them onto a game trail, making the journey a great deal easier on her feet. She was keenly aware that the warriors behind her were taking an eyeful of her for themselves, but she could at least keep her tail down in a gesture to modesty. Rhix had commanded her to lift it for him, but not to anyone else. Not yet.

They marched in silence. Now and then Narva would steal a glance at Rhix, who did not appear very comfortable with the situation. Anything that disquieted him would normally be nice to see, if it weren't for her safety being so closely tied to his own. There were no good paths open before her, save for the highly unlikely scenario where they kill Rhix, free her, and give her enough supplies to make her way to a city, without expecting much of anything in return. Such fantasies were to be banished from her mind. She had to anticipate and prepare for the worst.

As it turned out, they were not far from the Shu village. The aroma of smoke and cooking food greeted them, the local vegetation bearing evidence of harvesting. Game trails converged, and before long the distant riverside clearing could be seen.

The Shu made their home on the muddy banks of the river, their lodgings consisting of clustered mounds of dugouts. These were interspersed with larger mud-and-clay longhouses, arranged around a thriving village center. As they exited the thick forest and wandered into the settled clearing, Narva was impressed by the sheer volume of Shu present. This was a thriving tribe; she would estimate well over five hundred adults with attendant offspring.

There were not many males; most present were clearly preadolescent or particularly old. There were females of all ages, many of them hard at work on some task or another; everything from the maintenance of the dugouts and mud-huts, to transporting water, cooking, weaving, fashioning tools and weapons, skinning animals, and so forth. Many of the smaller hatchlings either lingered near to groups of females, or boisterously ran about in play.

Narva felt a pang of embarrassment at being marched into such a thriving settlement wearing nothing but a collar, but she was soon disabused of that feeling. Clothing was in short supply if worn at all. Many of the females wore little more than purely pragmatic belts or cords about their person to hold tools; a few of the 'better dressed' wore backless loincloths or, in a few rare cases, shawls; the latter of whom were nearly all in rather advanced years, Narva reasoning that they held some kind of honorable or spiritual tribal role.

Suffice to say, it was Rhix who stood out most of all, clad as he was in custom-tailored civilized shirt and trousers. When a gaggle of females and hatchlings coalesced around them to gawk, Narva received some curious looks, but there was not much hint that her nudity scandalized many, if any at all. She noted many of the hatchlings were simply naked, and she was close in size to many of them.

It'd been a long enough since she'd left her own tribe that the feeling of being around huts, open cookfires, and under the gaze of medicine women and shaman alike, felt freshly alien, but the feeling was dissipating quickly. Everyone was reptilian, even if they were not kobold, and there was the slightest pang of homesickness.

Rhix looked miserably worried. Narva smirked. Good.

They were marched towards the largest structure; a prominent longhouse that sported a throne-like sitting area in front and to the side of the main entrance. Here stood the only fit adult male she saw aside from the hunters currently leading them. He looked heavier and older than most of the hunters, with broad shoulders, thick muscles, and rough scales. His elaborate dressing of beaded cords and long, elegant loincloth spoke 'Chief' to Narva's understanding.

He turned to regard the party as they approached. The lead hunter thumped his spear into the ground.

"[Trespassers!]" he declared, proudly. "[Captured and brought to you for judgment, clan father.]"

"[Indeed?]" said the chief, eyeing the two; Narva received a curious glance, whereas Rhix withered under a focused gaze. "[City-hatched and wandering in our territory? Begging for death?]"

"[Absolutely not!]" Rhix replied, brazenly; this seemed to take many by surprise. "[Fleeing persecution from the Star Knights, got lost.]"

"[Lost and taking pleasure from your slave girl]," hissed the lead hunter, to a collection of snickering.

"[How I enjoy my property is my business]," Rhix replied, testily.

"[Anything you do in my lands is our business]," the chief replied sharply. "[You speak our tongue at least. So you are not entirely human-tainted, though you dress in their ridiculous costume.]"

"What are you all saying?" Narva hissed, in common.

Rhix shushed her. "Let me handle this," he said to her and, switching to Shu, went on to the chief: "[Merely point me in the direction of the nearest human city and I will be on my way; I have not taken game or even so much as a berry from your lands. I have merely wandered into where I am unwelcome and I'm happy to wander my way back out.]"

The chief seemed to consider something, his eyes drifting back to Narva. "[And this one?]" he asked.

"He's talking about me, isn't he?" Narva hissed.

"Shh," hissed Rhix. "[This one? My slave. I purchased her a while back.]"

"[A kobold? What use is that? You travel without equipment or goods, she carries nothing for you. Perhaps you stole her? Why might you be fleeing the humans, have you lead them here? Do you bring ruin on your tail, city lizard]?"

"[Absolutely not, all a misunderstanding, they would not risk your anger]," Rhix said, his tail coiling a bit behind him.

"[All the same. You come trailing the foul odor of misfortune. I would not allow such transgression without recompense. As you have so little, you will release her to me. I would not mind a kobold pet.]"

Rhix stiffened, glancing at her. "[Would that it were so easy, great chief, only, I cannot release her. Not because I do not wish to. It is, I am not permitted.]"

"[Oh? Explain this to me.]"

Narva glanced around as the conversation grew more complex. They had collected an audience of onlookers, totally surrounding them. There would be no fleeing on foot, that much was for certain.

"[It is difficult to explain]," Rhix said, hesitantly. "[She is nothing. Just a comfort girl. Good for fucking, nothing more. Stupid and weak, barely speaks common, even.]"

"[Send her over to me]," the chief said.

Rhix winced and sighed. "Narva, the chief wants to see you up close. Go over to him."

Narva's legs were almost moving before she'd told them to. The situation was scary, sure, but there was a part of her that was terribly interested in how all this would work itself out. She reasoned Rhix was in far greater danger than her.

The chief towered over her. One thing she noticed about him was that his head-frill, something she rarely saw on Rhix, stood up on his head. She frowned a little bit, looked back at Rhix, and pointed to her own head. "Why is his head thing up like that?"

Rhix glanced at the hunters and muttered, "Showing off your frill is considered aggressive and impolite. He's leaving his up to show his dominance."

Narva giggled a bit. "Oh, interesting," she said, looking back up at the chief. She stood at about waist height, if she went up on her tip-toes. He really was a colossal Shu, and she reasoned at least two if not three decades older than Rhix.

The chief looked back at her, before crouching a little. "[Now, I wonder what your story is?]" he said, mostly to himself, reaching out to trace a finger along her collar. "[That looks expensive.]"

"[He lied, earlier]," Narva said in what even she would admit was poorly accented Shu. "[He did not purchase me, he captured me not more than two days ago.]" Despite her poor command of the language, it had the intended effect. The chief looked amused. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Rhix gaping in smoldering shock.

"[You speak our tongue]," the chief remarked, amused.

"[I have experience working with Shu.]"

"[Why did he lie, do you think?]" asked the chief.

"[Don't know]," Narva replied. "[But I was a mercenary before he put the collar on me]," she said, though she winced a little. In Shu, the word 'mercenary' doubled as a slur.

"[You have fallen on hard times]," the chief said. "[Do you appreciate your master?]"

"[What? No, eugh, no, I hate him. He raped me, humiliates me.]"

"[What if I took you for my own? I would treat you as a beloved pet]," the chief said, flashing a toothy, predatory grin. Narva winced, again.

"[He cannot leave me with you even if I wished]," she was forced to admit. "[Something about this collar and his bracelet. We are unable to remove them and are unable to move away from each other. Some kind of magic]," she went one, struggling to find the words in a language she hasn't had to speak in a great while.

"[The bracelet, hm?]" the chief thought out loud. "[If I separated his wrist from his body, could it be removed then?]"

"[What? Hey!]" Rhix shouted, but he was grabbed by the hunters. He hissed and snapped his tail, but was forced to his knees, arms held out to his sides. One of the hunters produced a large, heavy-looking bladed weapon. Rhix saw this, and struggled more.

"[I don't know-]" Narva replied, her heart suddenly racing.

"[His type disgust me]," the chief went on, as Narva's anxiety spiked. "[The humans and their kin destroy our tribes, put us to the sword, take our lands, enslave our people, tempt away young hunters and warriors with lives of leisure and drinking and plunder. Our way of life is dying, and here he is with his 'slave', dressed in human clothes. I think you are cute; I will sever his arm and release you, and you will remain with us for a while.]"

"[Don't-]," Narva began.

The chief chuckled. "[You said you hated him. Why?]"

"[I cannot let you. I'm compelled-]"

"[I hardly think you're in any position to dictate to me what I can and cannot do]," the chief replied lazily, lifting a hand and making a gesture, as Rhix struggled, hissed, and loudly protested.

Narva felt the need to act rise up from her bones, from her very core. Even in the moment she knew it was the magic working on her, but there was no resisting its pull. Her eyes flicked to the chief's obsidian knife, slung near his hip. She analyzed his cavalier kneeling position, off balance and unprepared. His overall size; bulky, thick muscle. He was undoubtedly powerful, but sure to be slow to react, whereas Narva herself was nimble and light.

Her hand snapped forward; removing the dagger was easy, the hilt facing her. The chief was down on one knee; the other knee was at a right angle, the limb thick and sturdy. It made for a good launching platform. Before he could react, she planted her foot on his knee and leaped skyward, her other hand on his head as she inverted, hand-springing over his head with her other hand clutching the dagger. He reached for her, but was too slow; she landed on his back, digging her feet into his hips, one hand grabbing his shoulder with the obsidian blade pressed against his neck with the other, right at the point of his main artery; she could feel the blood pulsing just under the scales, even through the blade.

This, of course, aroused something of a clamor. The hunters let go of Rhix so that they could draw their own weapons. There was a chorus of hissing and shouting, tails lashing. She was instantly surrounded, but none yet attacked; the chief was frozen in place, one hand lifted.

Narva snarled like a cornered dog. "[I cannot let you harm him]," she said. "[I told you!]"

There was unsteady silence, for just a moment. All present seemed to be holding their breath. Tension was drawn like a bowstring; there was a keen sense that at any moment, bloody violence was about to explode.

Then, a sound pierced through the moment; a deep, baritone laughing from the chief. Narva felt the blade bob a little bit over his scales as he laughed, at first just a little, and then louder and with more feeling.

"[You were not lying!]" he declared. "[Do you see this, you hunters, who think you are so fast? Do you see how quickly even the small can get the drop on you?]" The chief lowered his hand, his eyes casting to the side, though he could not see the kobold mounted on his back. "[Well then, slave girl, it seems you have changed the dynamic a little bit. I suppose I shall not free you?]"

"[Not that way]," Narva said, keenly aware that this gambit did not have many favorable avenues for escape.

"[I have cooled on the idea anyway]," the chief remarked, snidely. "[You are too feisty to serve as a pet. You would almost make a decent warrior, if it would not make us a laughingstock.]"

"[Happy you think so]," Narva hissed. "[What now?]"

"[Now, we come to an accord. You, with the silly clothes. What is your name?]"

Rhix was standing there, rubbing his arm, eyes dancing from one hunter to the next. Narva could see the panic behind his eyes. Gods, he was useless. "[Rhix is my name.]"

"[Well then, Rhix, you have my condolences to have taken such a female as your slave. I imagine a suitable punishment for you would be to leave you with her. Doubtless she will gut you like a fish, soon enough.]" This got a chorus of hissing chuckles from the crowd, who appeared impressed at the chief's cool head under pressure; as if he did not have a blade poised at his neck.

Rhix glowered a little. "[Thank you]," he muttered.

"[Of course, there is still the matter of your toll. That sword will do, I think. And I believe I am owed for this wounding of my pride. I cannot be seen to have been brought so low by this kobold.]" Hearing this, Narva could not ignore the fact that even with her knife to his throat, it was clear she had been pushed into the background of the negotiations.

"[What do you suggest?]" Rhix asked.

"[What else? For you to take on such risk with her, that cunt must be immaculate!]" This bravado was met with laughs from the hunters, and some good-natured eye-rolling from the assembled females. Narva tensed. "[You will stay the night; we will have a feast, and you can tell us what you know about the surrounding humans settlements. It will be valuable intelligence. And in the meantime, I will have use of your slave-girl. What do you say?]"

Narva ground her teeth, but a part of her reasoned this was inevitable. Her eyes flicked to Rhix, and she was angered to see that he was looking affronted! As if it wasn't her ass on the line! Literally!

"[Of course, great chief]," Rhix said, a little through his teeth.

"[Good! Then it is a deal. You have my protection. Do you hear that, kobold? I will not harm him. You may return my knife to me, if you please.]"

"Narva," Rhix said, turning a severe gaze to her. "Do as he says."

Do as he says. The command landed on Narva as if dropped from a great height. Obediently, she dismounted the chiefs back and offered him the blade. He took it, regarding her with a curious look.

"[Will she obey all of your commands?]" the chief asked Rhix.

"[She will. Yours, now, too]," Rhix said, watching sadly as his sword was taken away, and grimly accepting the return of the rest of his gear.

"[Fascinating]," the chief remarked, regarding Narva. She'd felt so powerful before; now, disarmed, and made a bargaining chip, she felt smaller than ever. "[Narva, hm? I think you should apologize for giving us all such a fright.]"

"[I'm sorry-]," Narva began, but the chief interrupted.

"[No, not like that. Later. You will go well with some rich food and sweet drink.]"

The chief turned and began barking orders. Tension washed out of the atmosphere to be replaced with an optimistic festivity. All at once, Rhix and Narva were left under something like a light guard - simply two or three hunters who kept them in view.

Rhix was rubbing his arm. Narva looked at him, and quirked an eyebrow. "Well?"

"Well, what?"

Narva, arms akimbo, turned to face him. "A thank you would be nice."

Rhix looked to be fuming, but she did not receive the sharp retort she was expecting. "It's the collar," he said, morosely. "You cannot 'through inaction' allow me to be hurt. You had to act. If not for the collar you would have let them chop me up."

"Maybe," she said, narrowing her eyes. "But this cunt didn't either way and besides, if this cunt were less skilled this cunt wouldn't have been able to get the leverage she did. And now he's probably going to rape me too, whereas you get to keep your stupid arm you ungrateful shitfuck. Sir."

Rhix clenched his teeth. "What do you want, a medal?! Fine! Fine, you did a good job, slave. That's your purpose. To do a good job for your master."

Narva pointed at him. "Three days ago you and this slave were both mercs. You didn't even make this stupid collar, you found it when you stumbled into a situation you didn't understand, and it's already getting you into trouble. You can change this whole dynamic any time you want, or you can keep kicking me around and see where that gets you, master."

"I guess we will!" Rhix barked at her, flustered. He turned and stomped away, leaving Narva to glare at his back. Where was he even pretending to go? They were both captives! Growling, she turned and stomped in the other direction, if only to simply stand in some other part of the village.

---

Throughout the afternoon, the various hunting parties returned, some of them singing odd folk songs and slapping their tails to the ground, carrying game taken on the hunt. A large buck and a trio of goats that Narva reasoned were likely taken on a raid from some farmer's flock. It was small wonder the Shu were being pushed out; as farms overtook their hunting grounds, necessity dictated they take what game was available. The farmers would call in the knights and the cycle spiraled on.

Narva and Rhix had spent the time about as far apart from one another as the collar allowed. She had come to the thought that while the book had clearly stated a limit to the distance they could travel from each other, Narva had not, in fact, tested that. A short walk was very instructive. She found quickly that moving far from Rhix simply compelled her to stop doing so. One foot could no longer go in front of the other; not acted upon from some outside force, but rather from a lack of willpower. It was dreamlike; she could simply not keep walking. She didn't want to. That was somehow worse than a metaphysical tether; that, at least, could be raged against. The collar turned her own mind against her.

They remained passing curiosities for the villagers as the feast preparations continued. She was amused to find that the hunters did in fact help with the cooking, to some degree, though it was clear the gesture was perhaps largely ceremonial. Though they were boisterous and full of braggadocio, Narva could tell they were tired. The pride of young males, however, was a universal thing.

Afternoon progressed towards evening; Rhix and Narva were bade towards where a trio of bonfires had been constructed. The villagers congregated, and before long, the roar of conversation, song, and laughter was nearly deafening. Queer instruments were brought forth and songs were played as food was served around on great wooden platters, or dripping fat and grease from long skewers. Neither Rhix nor Narva could mask their ravenous appetite; the more they ate, the more they were encouraged to eat. Horns of some strong-scented drink were passed around; Rhix was too involved in his own festive spirit to bother forbidding Narva from sampling some herself. Her head swam a bit, and the fire felt a great deal warmer.

A hand landed on her shoulder. She traced it up to the face of its owner, the chief. His grin bordered on manic. "[Well then little one]," he said. "[Are you prepared for your apology?]" Narva's spirits sunk, and she nodded. The chief reacted to this. "[Oh? This is not the face I was expecting. Am I so repulsive?]"

"[Please do not be too rough with me]," Narva asked, vividly remembering Rhix's own enthusiastic efforts to completely annihilate her ego and genitals alike.

The chief bellowed laughter. "[Oh, you poor thing. Your master must be so cruel. I will admit, there is an alluring prospect to you. One who was free, now stripped and made to serve. What male could resist?]" he asked, and Narva noted that the growing tent in the chief's loincloth made it clear the answer in this case was: not him. "[I have sired countless eggs, and not one of my many mates has had cause to complain. Some were even brought to me, reeking of their season, nervous as you appear now.]"

Narva nearly jumped out of her scales when she felt his hand trail down her back. His palm slid down her spine and her tail lifted of its own accord behind her. The warmth from the drink was coursing through her veins, and she felt her heart rate increase. Her head still felt swimmy. She could see Rhix from where he has, a large hock of some meat clutched on a skewer, watching her with jealousy in his eyes. Somehow, that made it all much more exciting.

"[I learned as a young hunter that cruelty is easy]," the chief went on, as his large hand caressed her tail, and then slid underneath it to feel Narva's firm rump. "[Taking a female's body before it is made ready is like tearing meat from the kill with bare teeth, out in the field without a fire. The effort to skin, gut, cook, and season makes the meal so much better.]"

Narva heard herself make a small noise as his fingers slid between her legs, gliding over the scales of her pussy. She felt warm down there, too, and for some reason, those fingers were not unwelcome guests. She reflexively pulled her thighs together, but the chief only chuckled at this. It was trivially easy for him to reach down and grab her, lifting her from where she sat to deposit her in his lap, facing towards the fire. His hands grabbed her legs and she yelped as they were yanked apart, bearing her pussy to the entire village.

She nearly hid her face, until she realized that only a few of them were bothering to look. A few of the younger males, perhaps; the rest were trying their luck with other females and Narva noted that many of them were sitting spread open as well; hers was not the only vagina on display. A rhythmic movement out of the corner of her eye drew her attention to a female already on her knees between the legs of a young male, her mouth bobbing up and down on his member as he leaned back, his arm around his buddy, the two of them singing a song that Narva's limited command of the language could only translate for her as lewd.

She squeaked as the smooth pad of his finger found her clitoris. "[Oh-ho]," he smugly observed. "[Kobolds are very much like us indeed.]" The chief's cock was fully erect; she could feel it pressed up against the side of her tail, right above her left rump cheek. It was still covered by his loincloth, but that had been pulled up by the arch of his penis such that she could feel his bare balls under her. They were large, and Narva caught herself wondering just how many of the present company had sprung from them.

There was a cheer at one of the other bonfires. Through the crowd Narva could just barely see that one of the hunters had thrown a female to the ground. She flagged her tail, arching her back and hissed at him on all fours; she was quickly mounted, the hunter grunting as he plunged himself inside and brazenly rut her before his cheering fellows.

"[You are a long way from the stone walls and somber church-houses of the human cities, slave,]" the chief rumbled, his talented fingers dancing over Narva's clitoris. She caught herself moaning, and realized in that moment that she was wet. She squirmed, not knowing what to do with her hands. The chief pressed her to his chest and leaned back a little, stroking her cunny and clit with his other fingers, putting her pleasure on display. "[Here, loincloths exist to be torn free. Bodies are playthings to be enjoyed. You will not be ashamed of your cunt. You will cum in front of them all.]" She'd been told to obey him, and the command landed in her mind, her body working to fulfill the directive. None of that mattered; she knew that his fingers, and his deep voice, and the drink, and the sexual energy and aromas in the air would have been more than enough on her own.

She moaned, squirming her hips, rolling them into his fingers, her slick cunt clenching around nothing. She saw Rhix watching her, and she could see that he was hard. Good. Let him watch.

Something about that thought took her over the edge.

"[Good]," the chief cooed in his deep voice as he felt her shudder, and a soft squirt of her moisture spat across his thick, roiling balls. "[Show them your orgasm.]" Something about that statement drove her wild. The naked intimacy of cumming, on display for strangers. Her toes curled.

"Aah! Nnnh!"

"[There you go]," he rumbled, and she could feel just how achingly hard he was. He was going to fuck her, and she wanted it. Even in that moment, her body awash with ecstasy, she understood the gravity of that realization. She hadn't been told to want it; only to obey him. But she wanted it. It was her own self wanting it. The chief seemed to register this. "[Make ready]," was all he said.

Narva pushed off his lap; he did not stop her. She went down on her hands and knees. She saw she was not the only female doing so, and something about that made it all seem even better. This was a community, and for just a brief moment, she was one of them. Hers was not the only tail lifting, to show off a youthful ass, with clenching tailhole and slick, needful pussy. They were all naked, or near to it. All of them buzzed on strong drink with bellies full of seasoned meat. Everyone was horny and festive. She looked over her shoulder to see the Chief divesting his useless loincloth to reveal a thick, heavy member that throbbed with desire for her. His was not the only erection on display; a few in her eyeline were in that moment plunging into slickened cunts or into gracious mouths.

He grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled, bringing her arms back and to her sides, arching her. She heard herself gasp; her voice sounded feminine and submissive, even to her own ears. He had to crouch low; she was smaller than what he was used to, and she felt his cock seek for and locate her wet hole. Her knees inched apart a little more, her ass lifted in total submissive offering. The chief took his prize.

"AAAHHNN!" Narva cried out, back bowing as the chief thrust himself deep within her, the tip of his cock sliding inside and touching her cervix on the first thrust. Narva's eyes were bugged-out, her mouth open, but the chief demonstrated his unquestioned primacy. "Nh! Ah! Ahn! Ah! Nh!" she grunted, gasped, and moaned, her voice joining a handful of others. Her small body rocked back and forth, head bobbing, mouth open, as her pussy was noisily plundered by the masculine chief of this vibrant Shu tribe. Her arms were gripped, her body arched and mounted and his for the taking, and by gods did he take her.

Like Rhix, his cock was too large and long to fully hilt her. His cocktip punch her cervix over and over, her body lacking the necessary room to swallow the remaining inch or more before his scaly sheath. His heavy balls swung with his strokes, unable to clap against her mound. Unlike Rhix, he had her so worked up that often his thrusts would force a squirt of her clear lubricant onto those balls, glistening them with evidence of his conquest. Her tunnel clenched around him, often signaling his thrusts with wet noises that in any other context would have been embarrassing; in that moment, in that place, they simply added to the symphony of carnal pleasure and physical intimacy. There was no shame here. All bodies were naked; tailholes, pussies, penises were all on display, thrusting, squirting, throbbing. Those not fucking were singing, or eating, or drinking until they fell over among their laughing comrades.

Narva was going to cum again.

"[You're a noisy girl,]" the chief observed. Narva looked over her shoulder at him. He looked so powerful, muscles bulging, scales shimmering in the firelight, hips rolling with confident thrusts. "[I like pussy that shows appreciation.]" Something about his absolute command over her, even in that moment, sent her over the edge. She arched, cried out, and clamped down around him so tight he found it hard to force his cock back inside; clearly he appreciated the challenge.

Narva's head was a mess, her body shuddering, clenching, squirting, tail flagging as it flopped over her back and to the side. She barely noticed Rhix had approached; from her position, bent over on her knees, looking up at his face would take almost too much effort.

"[Yes]?" she heard him say. She could see that he was erect under his pants. Perhaps painfully so. The chief went on fucking her. Had he summoned Rhix with some unseen gesture?

"[She's noisy]," the chief said to him, a grin in his voice. "[I can see the envy in your eyes. I am not so selfish a host. Silence her with your pride.]"

"Eh?" Narva managed through her orgasmic haze as she saw Rhix drop his pants. Bottomless, he moved in front of her and knelt down, his cock bogging in front of her mouth. She made a face, but the chief linked her wrists behind her back and held them with one hand; with the other, he shoved her head forward and she made an 'mmgpphllh!' noise as Rhix's considerable length was pushed into her helpless maw.

"Ngh," Rhix grunted, reaching down to take her horn in hand; before long, the two males were fucking her from both ends. All her focus was on the feeling of two cocks taking her in alternating strokes from both ends. She felt like nothing more than warm flesh for their desires, her cunny clenching around the chief's cock ravishing her.

"[You are in quite a situation]," the chief remarked, a snide tone in his voice. Narva felt Rhix's cock flex a bit in her mouth.

"[I'll work it out]," Rhix replied.

"[Not with a slave girl who hates you, who you cannot be rid of]," the chief replied. "[Did you think no further than the tip of your cock? I all admit - ngh - that she is tight, and has a sexy body, but she is too bright and strong for you to truly control like this. She will be the death of you.]"

Rhix was panting a little. Narva looked up; the two males were nearly nose to nose as the two of them fucked her between them. Despite how long the chief had been going at her, he seemed much more in control. Her muffled gagging and moaning around Rhix's cock went ignored.

"[I will... figure something out]," Rhix managed, and Narva got a little spurt of his pre across her tongue.

"[Treat her like a pet, fool]," the chief grunted. Narva felt his glans swelling inside her, making the thrusts messier and noisier. "[Train her. Set reasonable boundaries and reward her good behavior. A beaten dog will bite you, eventually.]"

Narva winced. She never felt so small as she did then, sandwiched between these two males, her future spoken about with their cocks thrusting into her from both ends.

Rhix grabbed her other horn, looking at the chief as he fucked her mouth. "[You're kind to care]," he said, though his voice was unsure.

The chief chuckled, fucking Narva harder. "[We are about to cum together in the same girl. Are we not like brothers?]"

Both males looked down at her, but she hardly noticed. Narva barely hung on. They were fucking her harder, and her vision went nearly blank. Distantly she was aware that she was cumming again, squirting pitifully around the chief's cock. Breathing was difficult with Rhix's cock punching the back of her throat over and over again. Arms held behind her back, sandwiched between two horny, strong, lustful males, she was their pleasure vessel, and nothing more.

Her pussy quivered around the chief's powerful cock as above her, she heard them males announce their orgasms with a series of grunts, deep thrusts, and hissing. Narva idly swallowed her master's load, eyes staring ahead at his groin without focus. Deep inside her, she felt the chief painting her eggchamber with firm ropes of seed. Both males' tails were flagging in time with their ejaculation. Narva simply knelt in what was apparently her proper place as a female; a warm pair of holes for lustful males.

When they were finished, they held her there like that; silenced by Rhix's cock, arms pinned, speared from behind. Then, the chief's voice cut through the fog of her mind: "[Turn her around. We'll trade holes.]"

"Mngkh," she uttered. It was going to be a long night.