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The forest was all but silent, not even a breeze passing through. There was only the noise of different woodland creatures wandering about, as well as a slightly lost human. He wasn't entirely lost, the forest was definitely where he wanted to be, but he'd been searching for a certain something and had no luck so far. He was tough and he was used to going on long treks, but usually they weren't as annoying as this, not requiring him to find something so small in such a large forest. It was already late in the day, and even if he left now he'd need to stop for the night on his trek home. But regardless, he kept searching.

Eventually he found something, practically just by luck, in the side of a cliff. He brushed aside some vines, revealing an entryway that led into.. well he couldn't quite see it in the darkness, but this sounded like what he was looking for. It looked like the entrance was a lot larger than what he just revealed, but it'd shrunk over time with the plants and dirt on it, originally big enough to fit a monster. Maybe it was all true. He thought to himself, taking a lantern out of his backpack and lighting it, providing him a decent enough light source to walk right into the cave. He could feel himself going further down on a slight slope, the walls and ceiling moving further apart until he could no longer see them in the darkness. If he looked back, he wouldn't even see the entrance anymore.

The ground was dry.. or so he thought, until he slipped on something and fell on his ass, barely managing to keep his lantern from breaking as he slid down the rest of the slope, stopping in front of a huge stone door. Standing up and brushing himself off, he took a closer look. There were all sorts of intricate engravings on the door, and writing in languages he couldn't understand, and a little push revealed he stood absolutely no chance at moving the door at all. He walked along until he found the edge, and being delightfully surprised when he saw the door was a crack open, just enough for him to barely squeeze through to the other side. There was an odd smell down here that was hard to describe, almost like something was living there. He kept a hand on his sword but continued on, not having to walk far until he found what he'd been looking for. At least, what was left of it. Instead the mountains of gold and jewels he was told would be here, all that was left was a single, glittering gemstone put on some sort of shoddy pedestal, nothing even happening when he carefully picked it up. According to the one who told him about this place a dragon used to live here, but abandoned it long ago and left all of their treasure behind. Maybe somebody else got to it before him, maybe the dragon took the treasure with it, or maybe it was all just a lie. "At least I found this.." He sighed, looking at the gem in his hand. It wasn't too small or too big, he could probably get a good price for it but nothing life changing, so he simply pocketed it for now.

As he turned and started to walk out, he heard something skittering in the room. It stopped as soon as he did, and looking behind him he saw nothing. After several seconds of pure silence he continued, and the skittering was no longer there. However, the source of it was still watching- the last of the dragon's loyal kobolds, left behind after it abandoned them, watching him from the darkness as he took the last of their dragon's treasure. They'd been told to watch over that gem, and here it was being taken away. They had no plans to attack him, and they knew that even if they did he looked like he could defeat all of them, especially since they had.. no real skills at all. The twelve of them were all that was left of the once much larger group of kobolds, no longer able to rely on their dragon for anything. So they did the only thing they could in that moment, and all quietly followed after him.

They remained hidden as he walked home, staying far back enough that they wouldn't be noticed but not so far that they would lose him. He didn't see or hear them, too focused on making it out of the forest before nightfall, at least back to a main road. For now he could use the position of the sun to find his way home, but it was starting to set and it was getting cloudy, so the moon wouldn't be any help. The kobolds could navigate well enough in the darkness, not that they were currently worried about anything but losing track of him.

By the time he found the dirt road that led in the direction of his village, there was barely any light from the sun left. He quickly settled in for the night, going back into the forest far enough that he wouldn't be seen from the road and hastily setting up a hammock between two sturdy enough trees, climbing into it with his gear on top. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was better than sleeping right on the ground and probably safer too. He fell asleep quite easily, the kobolds whispering to eachother, staying awake a good while longer to enact some plans before dozing off one by one on the forest floor.

He woke the next morning with a yawn, all of his equipment fortunately still with him and nothing out of the ordinary. That was at least until he got out of the hammock, and saw a small pile of different berries a few meters away, set on top of a few leaves. He squinted, walking close and picking up a stick to nudge the berries with. It didn't seem like a trap, and he knew that type of berry wasn't poisonous. Looking around, he couldn't see anyone who might have left it behind for him. How bizarre. He thought as he picked up one of the sweet berries, giving it a little sniff before eating it. Yep, just an ordinary berry. He shrugged, picking up the handful of berries, taking down his makeshift hammock and continuing on toward his village, the sun still rising. The one kobold who was awake quickly woke up the others as he left, the group quietly hurrying after him, having a bit more trouble staying hidden with him being on an open path but not giving up in following him.

It still took several more hours for him to reach his village, the few people!who saw him waving over as he approached, all humans like him. He waved back, but went right to his own wooden home on the outskirts, everything just as he left it in the singular room. The kobolds almost lost him a few times and were quite exhausted after such a journey, but they hadn't been caught yet. One peeked over a hill, seeing him go into his home and whispering excitedly to the others about his location, though they were all too tired to do anything yet, nor did they want to risk their first meeting going wrong with everyone watching. So they did what they could, and fell into pleasant naps. He still had no clue they were there, setting the gem somewhere it wouldn't be stolen from and putting away his traveling gear, changing into an outfit that wasn't so sweaty. He continued the rest of his day as normal, helping some other villagers with their daily tasks and talking about his short journey, though he kept what little treasure he found a secret. The kobolds somehow managed to stay unnoticed despite practically laying out right in the open, all totally unconscious for a few hours and distantly watching him after they eventually woke up.

Before long it was night again, and the human was getting ready for bed. His house was still a bit messy from when he got home, but he didn't particularly care to tidy up yet. Most other villagers were already asleep, but a certain group of short scalies were very awake, sneaking around up to his home. One peeked into a window he forgot to lock shut, standing on another kobold's shoulders, watching him calmly get into his bed and fall asleep. Once they were sure he was sleeping they were lifted up into the window, clambering through to the inside of his house and tiptoeing over to unlock the door, allowing the rest of the kobolds to sneak in too. Their claws tapped against the floor as they snuck around, much more interested in him than they were in finding the gemstone. Everything was fine, as creepy as they were being, until one of the kobolds accidentally stepped on another's tail and made them squeak quietly in pain, resulting in another trying to clamp their muzzle shut with their hands and accidentally shoving over a fourth. It was a chain reaction that quickly led to all of them falling over, with no amount of subtlety or stealthiness. The sound immediately woke him up, and with a jump he grabbed the sheathed sword beside his bed and sat up. The kobolds all gasped and skittered back, one scampering out the door and peeking in. He relaxed slightly once he saw it was only kobolds, though it was still more than a few of them and they were still intruding.

"W-we mean no harm..!" The tallest of them spoke up, still barely three feet tall, holding up a hand. He narrowed his eyes. "You've broken into my home, and you tell me you don't mean any harm?" He said, the kobold nodding as they stood up, the others staying flopped on the floor on their fronts, backs, and butts. "Yes yes, we followed you from our dragon's home. Left long ago." They explained, and he raised an eyebrow. "You don't look like you can travel that far." He told them. "We can't. Claws hurt now." Another kobold said, the taller one nodding again. "Why'd you go through such lengths to follow me? It doesn't seem like you came for vengeance.." He asked, not seeing any weapons on them from a brief glance. "Dragon told us to watch the gem, but that was so long ago.. No dragon to protect us or for us to worship. We worship you instead!" They exclaimed, the others nodding and voicing their agreement. He shook his head. "I'm not a dragon. You should return to your cave and wait for your dragon to come back." He said. "B-but-" The tall kobold spoke, stopping when he pointed his sword at them still in the sheath. "Go." He said more sternly. They all frowned but didn't disobey him, helping each other stand up and sadly leaving, one taking a last look at him before walking out, not closing the door on their way. He sighed and put his sword down, rubbing his head. "Damn kobolds.." He grumbled, getting up to close the door and window. He peeked outside, not seeing any of the scalies left before going back in and locking things. It was tough for him to get back to sleep, thinking about what the kobolds said, but soon enough he managed to doze off.

The next morning as he got up, he immediately noticed a few things missing from where they were put, only to find them in different places a few seconds later. It didn't seem like he was ransacked, instead it was just the opposite. Everything looked tidied up, things moved out of the way or fixed up, even his clothing was all folded. On the table there was food and a cup of water prepared, but a quick look revealed it was just things he had stored plated fancily. A little taste of the water revealed it was from a nearby river that him and the other villagers often got their drink from. He had a big hunch on who did all this, especially since the door wasn't locked anymore, but looking outside he didn't see any kobolds watching him. He hesitantly carried on, getting ready for the day.

Today, he and a few other villagers were gathering firewood from the nearby forest, chopping down trees and removing all of their branches, cutting the logs into smaller pieces, and putting those all into separate wagons. It started out simple and normal enough, but a few 'bystanders' noticed that their master was working, and couldn't resist the need to help out. There wasn't really any way for the kobolds to stay fully hidden as they started to carry armfuls of branches out from the forest and threw them into the wagon, walking back and forth in and out of the woods. People immediately noticed, laughing at the sight of the group of kobolds helping them for no apparent reason. Their master soon came out of the forest again carrying a bundle of logs, seeing his apparent followers carrying branches- more like small sticks- out into the pile. He dropped what he was carrying and walked over, lightly grabbing one of the kobold's shoulders and making them squeak in surprise, almost throwing the sticks they were holding. "What are you doing here?" He asked them. The other kobolds stopped, even the ones that were in the forest rushing up to gather around and stare at him. "Wanted to help master..!" They said, the others nodding in agreement as usual. Now that they were in the daylight, he could get a better look at the kobolds, even if he wasn't paying too much attention to the details. The shortest was two feet tall and the largest was three feet, making them all quite small compared to.. any person that wasn't a kobold. They seemed to only have one colour on their scales, with a whole variety of colours between them, with varying shades of grey, brown, and every colour of the rainbow. It would've been hard to distinguish the males and females, with their faces not really having any difference between sexes, and even their frames and builds were practically the same with curvy hips and surprisingly large butts- nothing too unrealistic in comparison to their bodies, though. They all wore leather loincloths over their crotch even. The only difference without looking between their legs was their chests- they didn't wear tops at all, and that left the female's breasts fully exposed. Some were on the more impressive side, at least in comparison to their frames and some were smaller, both females and males having perky little nipples on their chests. Some of the townsfolk stared not so subtly, and the rest simply didn't care. He was more on the latter side.

A few other villagers had stopped to watch, one shouting to him. "I didn't know you had pets!" That some laughs out of the others, an annoyed sigh from him, and confused faces from the kobolds. "They're not my pets, I-" He started to speak, and was immediately interrupted by a kobold. "We're his loyal servants!" They said happily, causing even more laughter. He groaned, glaring at the kobolds. "Just stay out of my way. I'm not your master, and you're not my servants." He said before going back to work, getting a few slaps on the back. Almost immediately the kobolds began idly mumbling to each other, about how he wasn't their master but their god, and they were his devoted worshippers. They kept quiet about it for now, continuing their small help with the wood. A few times he saw the kobolds in the forest, who weren't paying much attention to him at the time. It seemed like they had no idea how to properly gather wood, just tugging and twisting branches until they snapped, some hanging from a branch with both hands while another kobold pulled their ankles. It was almost funny, and slightly endearing seeing as they were doing all this for him. I wonder if I can teach them how to use an axe.. He thought.

The rest of the day went without much trouble. The kobolds had to take a few breaks even though they were only really carrying sticks and twigs, but nobody really minded. One of the villagers even brought them a bucket of water to drink from. Most of them were asleep, the only two that were still awake seeing him leave and quietly following while the rest slept on the grass. He was in his bed, just about to lay down when he heard someone, or something, at the door. He watched as it creaked open, and he saw the snout of a kobold peek in. "What do you want?" He asked, and the snout suddenly stopped. "Ehm.. sorry.." They mumbled, and he rolled his eyes. "Come in. What do you want." He said, and asked again a bit more firmly. The two kobolds quietly stepped in, closing the door behind them, and he actually felt a bit surprised that it wasn't all of them again. These two were male, judging by their flat chests.

"Others sleeping, we wanted a chance to meet you more personally.." The first with orange scales huffed, the second with light green scales partially hiding behind them. "Wanted to convince you to let us stay, that's why we worked hard." The second said. He wasn't going to admit it outright, but the kobolds bringing their small branches was actually quite a help- even if they didn't bring as much as the humans, their contribution made great kindling, and it let the villagers focus more on larger pieces, resulting in more firewood than they usually gathered on these days. "Right, but.. Why did you two come here? I know you wanted a better chance to meet me, but why on your own?" He asked them, and they both went silent for a few seconds. Eventually, the first spoke again, though quietly. "..May not have many skills, but we learned plenty to please dragon.." They mumbled, looking away. He was confused at first, but when he saw their loincloth starting to slowly rise up, he understood. "..You want me to fuck you?" He asked and they nodded meekly. He felt his own cock twitch against his best wishes, and he looked down at it through the blankets as if that'd stop him from getting hard. He couldn't remember the last time he had some fun with anyone other than himself, and his dick was eager to rise to the opportunity. Fucking kobolds wasn't taboo, but you'd most certainly have people making fun of you if they found out.

"..Fine. But you're only allowed to use your mouths. And you're not allowed to break into my home in the middle of the night again." He said, and their eyes widened. "Yes, promise!" The orange one said, immediately climbing onto the bed and the green one following. He huffed, resting back on his elbows and looking down at the two kobolds as they pulled down his blankets, freeing his erection that nearly bopped one of them on the nose. It was bigger than average for a human, about eight inches long and a bit over an inch and a half in diameter, throbbing gently in front of them. They both gasped, and just a moment later without any hesitation whatsoever, they both started to lick his cock with surprisingly large and soft tongues. He grunted, gripping the bed while he felt those tongues smother his shaft, quickly coating it in kobold spit with pre leaking onto their tongues. After so long with nothing but his hands to keep him company, this felt amazing.

They didn't just lick his shaft, planting kisses on it too or nuzzling against it, even going a bit further down to take deep sniffs of his balls or suck on them for a bit before going back up. "Master tastes delicious..~" The green one moaned, giving him one more lick before placing their lips around his tip and gently suckling, immediately swallowing his precum. It had him moaning louder, toes curled and fists clenched, dick throbbing against the kobolds. "No fair..!" The other pouted, trying to push them aside so they could get some pre too. That resulted in them sucking harder, not wanting to stop, and he grunted. "Hey, hey. Share, there's enough for both of you." He said, and that made the two of them stop their fight immediately, looking up at him with twinkling eyes. He chuckled as the green kobold moved aside, sucking and licking the side of his glans while the orange kobold did the same to the other side, the two slobbering all over his tip and each other. It was quite an arousing sight, not to mention how good it actually felt, the kobolds 'accidentally' slipping their tongue into the other's mouth sometimes. He put his hands on their heads, not pushing or forcing them anywhere but gently holding them, and for a moment he swore he heard them purring underneath their horny moans.

He was having trouble keeping his own noises in, making pleasured moans and grunts as the kobolds brought him closer and closer to orgasm, apparently not caring about pleasuring themselves. The two of them were practically making out with each other against his dick at this point, their spit dripping down each other's faces and the taste of his precum sticking to their tongues. "I'm getting close, you two." He huffed, lightly pressing against the backs of their heads and encouraging them to pleasure him even more. One hand grabbed the base of his dick to give him short and rapid strokes, another hand tenderly cradled and massaged his balls, while the kobolds continued their tongueplay by his sensitive tip. It wasn't long before the pleasure reached a peak and groaned loudly, doing his best to not let other people hear as he came hard, thick spurts of his semen splattering onto the kobold's faces while they grinded their tongues against him. He soon finished, letting out a sigh and letting go of the kobolds as his member softened.

"Not bad.." He grunted, shuddering as they licked his oversensitive cock clean, looking down after to see them taking turns licking the other's face clean before they began kissing, some of his cum mixed with their drool dripping down their chins. It was hot for sure, but he cleared his throat. "I'm not going to try to remove you from the village, but you can't stay in my house. People will get suspicious." He said, and the two of them huffed happily as they sat up on their knees. He could see both of their cocks fully exposed and throbbing hard, dripping precum onto the bed, loincloths pushed aside by their erections. To his mild surprise their genitals were the same as a human's, with soft foreskin and external testicles, though their junk was quite a bit darker than the rest of their bodies. They didn't care about his obvious staring, just preparing to leave and feeling blessed by being allowed to pleasure him, still licking their lips and giggling to each other as they started to leave, while he just watched from the bed. "Don't tell the others about this, either." He said just before they closed the door, and he was unsure if they heard him. Instead he just laid back down, trying not to think too much about what happened. He'd never admit it, and was having trouble admitting it to himself even, but that was probably the hardest he ever came..

He woke up in the morning and sat up, idly scritching his leg and accidentally pricking himself with one of his claws. "Ow, fuck." He inhaled sharply, looking down at the tiny wound in his leg- it wasn't bloody, but despite him doing that almost every morning it was certainly annoying. He was just glad it wasn't his groin this time. Instead of having normal fingernails like every other human around, he had sharp, dark claws at the tips of his fingers like some sort of beast. In the back of his head he distantly thought that his claws only appeared this morning, but he brushed that thought off immediately. He could clearly remember having those claws his entire life, all of the interactions with others involving them, and even a mage and a doctor in his past saying that it didn't seem to be any sort of curse. He didn't even consider putting on gloves, he remembered trying that before and ending up with rashes, just putting on his usual clothing for the day.

There wasn't any work to be done for the village today, so he decided to take it easy. He grabbed the necessary equipment and headed out of the village toward a nearby lake to catch some fish, seeing the kobolds starting to follow him from nearby, not really making any effort to hide from him anymore. He sighed, but let them follow along. It wasn't too long before they all arrived at the lake, and he looked back at them. "You should stay back, I don't want you to get hurt." He said, and they all gasped quietly in amazement upon hearing their master's want to protect them. He put down the bucket he was carrying and the small spears that were in it, getting even more excited kobold sounds as he pulled his top off. "Relax, I just don't want to get it wet." He told them, and unsurprisingly they misconstrued that. "Master, do we get to mate again already?" The orange kobold from last night asked very loudly, and before he could even think of a response the green one chimed in. "Told others how tasty you are!" He mentally facepalmed at that. Apparently they didn't hear what he said as they left. "No, no you don't." He paused. "Not yet at least." He mumbled after, turning away.

He kept his pants on for now, picking up one of the spears and walking up to the water, slowly wading into it while the kobolds watched from close behind. Once he was deep enough he dived right in, the kobolds gasping and running to the edge of the water, watching him swim under the water. Soon he came up with a big breath in, holding the spear that now had a fish impaled on it, flopping a few more times before it stopped. The kobolds gasped before giving him a smattering of applause. He chuckled, pushing his wet hair away from his eyes. He went back to the shore, taking the spears out of the bucket and filling it with water before putting the fish in it.

"Alright, which of you wants to try catching a fish?" He asked them, and they suddenly went silent, looking at each other nervously. "We.. aren't used to being in water.." One mumbled to him. "Really now? I'd think that at least one of you would know how to swim." He said, and they all slowly looked back at one of the shortest kobolds, who sank back. He looked at the little male too and gave them a confused look. They panicked for a brief moment before huffing loudly. "F-fell into river once by accident, almost drowned. Wasn't on purpose, just to survive." They muttered. "I see.. what's your name?" He asked, and more awkward silence followed. "No names, just servants for dragon. Now you." Another kobold finally spoke up, the other ones nodding. "No names, huh? That's a bit annoying." He grunted. "Well I'm Godfrid." He told them and they gave him some big smiles. "Now then, come here. Let me teach you how to fish.." He said to the short one, who nervously approached as he handed them one of the spears.

The rest of the fishing trip went surprisingly smoothly, even if he caught most of the fish and the short kobold only caught two or three- after lots of training- and the rest of the kobolds watched in amazement. The bucket was eventually full of fish, and he was too tired to continue, so he climbed out of the water one more time and nonchalantly stripped the rest of his soaked clothes off, leaving him entirely naked. The kobolds were awestruck, obviously, but he ignored them as he let himself dry off in the sun, even when he saw a few hands sneak between legs or loincloths rising.

Eventually he decided he was dry enough, pulling his undergarments back on at least and leaving the rest off. He went to pick up the bucket, but stopped himself. "Here, you all take these." He said to them, putting the bucket of fish in front of them and just picking one out for himself in his hand, giving them a few moments to process what he just did. They all started thanking him, one even giving his leg a surprise hug. "Woah, hey, don't worry about it. You guys just seem to have trouble getting food on your own, so I'm helping you." He chuckled, peeling the one off of his leg and picking up the rest of his stuff. "Now I'll see you later. I need to get back." He told them, and they simply watched him as he walked away, waving to them. They didn't follow him right away, but both he and they knew that they didn't need to- it was clear they knew where he lived now, after all.

A few hours later, he was laying in his bed but he wasn't trying to sleep. He had a feeling that he was going to get more 'visitors', and just on cue he heard the door open. He didn't even lock it this time, sitting up to see three different female kobolds slowly walking in, looking at him with wide eyes upon realizing he expected them. "About time you got here." He chuckled, not even caring that he was getting hard. For some reason, he didn't feel upset at all that they were here, actually being glad. Not just because he badly wanted to fuck something, but because they were strangely cute and loveable. "Yes, decided it was our turn." One of them said quietly, and he helped the three of them right onto the bed. They were pink, purple, and blue, all three having breasts that were bigger than most human females he'd seen, at least in terms of their size relative to their bodies.

"You all say you want to please me so bad.. So do it." He told them, pulling down the blankets and exposing his erection to the trio of kobold women. They didn't say a single word, eagerly beginning their duty in almost synchronized movements, all three in a triangle of sorts and pressing their tits up against his dick and sandwiching it between those six, warm pillows. He let out a low moan, his shaft throbbing hard. He felt one lick his tip before they gasped. "Master is delicious..!" They said before the three of them began licking his glans together, the rest of his length buried between their breasts that rubbed and grinded against him. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, sticky precum spurting from his urethra in almost excessive amounts, not even able to shoot since there was always at least one kobold tongue over his cumslit.

The pink kobold was laying right on top of him, her legs to the sides of his torso and her tail raised, showing off her needy, drippy cunt, just inches from his face. He couldn't tell if this was intentional on her part or not, but there was absolutely no way he could resist an opportunity like that. He grabbed her soft, scaly butt and made her moan against him, sharp claws lightly pressed against her scales as he spread her cheeks wide. He wasn't even thinking as he leaned in, operating solely on lust as he brought his face right between her legs, giving her pussy a deep lick. He could feel her trembling and certainly hear her moaning, but she did her best to continue licking and rubbing him while he pleasured her, the other two kobolds almost certainly jealous. Her taste only served to make him hornier, licking and and slurping her juicy pussy while he squeezed her squishy rump.

She came rather quickly, her soft thighs squeezing the sides of his head as she soaked his face and filled his mouth with her hot pussy juice, her body tensing up and quivering on top of him. "Master feels.. great~" She groaned as her climax ended, giving him another soft lick. He huffed between her thighs, lightly pushing her legs apart so he could free himself. He knew it wouldn't be long before he came too, and he wanted it to be a bit more exciting this time. "Hff.. hold on, girls. Let's switch you around a bit. I want one of you to ride me." He told the three of them, and they gasped and suddenly stopped licking him, tits still pressed against him. He could hear them whispering about something, probably deciding who gets to go where, before they sprung into action. They moved with a clumsy sort of grace, but it only took a moment for them to be where they wanted. The pink one was now laying comfortably between his his legs, her hot breath washing over his sack and most of her body underneath the blankets. The blue kobold was straddling his waist on her knees, panting heavily with his tip just barely brushing against her slit, her fluids dripping onto it and running down his length. The purple one was right by his side, her hands on his chest and her body sneaked in in such a way that his arm was forcefully draped over her back. "Good girls.." He said with a smile, slowly sliding his hand further down the purple kobold's back until it was firmly on her butt, sneaking between her legs to rub at her sensitive slit.

The one straddling him slowly but surely sat right down, taking every inch of his length into her incredibly hot, wet, and tight cunt and letting out a high-pitched moan from such an intense stretch. It felt better than any human pussy he'd fucked, and he moaned with her as she squeezed down, making an opening for the purple kobold to give him a deep kiss. She got a good taste of the other kobold's pussy on his lips and tongue, and he got a small taste of his precum. The pink kobold, as much as she wanted more, was happy to stay between his legs to kiss and lick his balls while the other kobold started to slowly bounce on his dick right above her. As tight as she was she was quite stretchy, not feeling any pain at all despite him penetrating her pussy deep enough to make a small bulge in her abdomen whenever she bottomed out, letting her ride him quite roughly once she adjusted to the pleasure of it. He started french kissing the purple kobold, his tongue wrestling with her own while he fingered her, two of his digits buried knuckle deep in her passage. The slight risk from his sharp claws seemed to turn her on even more, and admittedly it turned him on too.

His bed bounced lightly from the blue kobold's movements, her hands on her hips as she panted and moaned, occasionally stopping to grind back and forth before continuing to lift and drop. The pink kobold was completely relaxed, lavishing his balls in affection with no small amount of kisses and licks, or even taking one right into her mouth to suck on for a bit. She licked up any fluids that dribbled down too, sometimes going a step further and directly licking the side of the blue one's stretched out pussy, or licking across her tailhole that was just above. The third kobold was squirming against him, her little claws pressing against his chest but not enough to really hurt. He was rougher with fingering her now, not just doing it faster and harder but sometimes turning or curling his fingers in such a way that it'd make a claw give her insides the lightest prick- not enough to injure her or cause serious pain, but just giving her a little jump and making her tighten up.

He managed to last a few minutes without finishing, but he couldn't hold back forever. The blue kobold came first, moaning loudly for anyone to hear, her pussy juice gushing onto his crotch and the kobold right below her while she squeezed on every last inch of his cock. The feeling of her pussy milking him in such a way was enough to send him over the edge, his cum shooting into her depths and filling her with bliss, prolonging her orgasm. The purple kobold came last just as he started to fill the other, squirting against his hand and the bed with her tail sticking up high. He didn't mind the mess that was made, just helping her feel even better until the all of them were done. He finally pulled her out of the kiss, a few strands of saliva hanging between them before dripping to his body. "You three did well~" He said. "T-thank you, master..!" The blue one huffed, lifting herself up on shaky legs and pulling his now half-erect shaft out of her, his length coated in her and his juices with more pouring out of her slit. The pink kobold was quick to clean that up though, sticking her head underneath and catching his cum and the other kobold's pussy juice in her maw, going up to quickly scoop the rest out with her tongue and making the blue kobold squeak.

He let out a relaxed sigh, wiping his hand off on the blankets once he pulled his fingers out of the kobold. The three of them were already getting off of him, preparing to leave before he stopped them. "Hold on, where are you going?" He said, and they stopped in their tracks. "Stay the night." He told them, looking at the window and seeing a few of the other kobolds failing to hide themselves while they peeked in. "And tell that to the others, too." That immediately made all of kobolds perk up, any subtlety thrown out the window as his door was flung open and the other nine kobolds ran inside, all twelve leaping onto his bed and loudly thanking him, all trying to snuggle and hug him. "Hey, hey..! Take it easy, I can't have you all on top of me." He grunted, almost getting the wind knocked out of him before they got the message and stopped, but they continued to give their thanks. "You three, you can sleep in bed with me. The rest of you can stay in here, but not on the bed." He said, pointing at the three females he just fucked, who giggled with excitement as they climbed back onto his bed. The rest, though they were a bit disappointed that they couldn't sleep in his bed with him, were more than happy that they were allowed to sleep in his home. They scampered around, settling on pretty much anywhere to snooze. Some were under his table, some were on top, some were under his bed or right by the foot of it. He smiled at the sight of them immediately getting comfortable, then laying down with the three kobolds he chose right with him. He held the blue, purple, and pink girls close while they hugged him in return, one to either side and one on top, the blankets pulled right up to their shoulders. They were so soft and warm, he felt like he could sleep like this every night..

The next few days passed in a blur. He spent more time with the kobolds, teaching them how to do things or simply letting them watch him work during the daytime or fucking them in many different ways during the night- he'd already done far more with them than he did with humans, both in terms of how many times and what was actually done. At this point he let them all sleep in bed with him, if they could fit. His changes continued and remained unacknowledged by all, nothing seeming out of the ordinary. He became a few inches taller, his claws and teeth became sharper, his arms and legs grew some dark scales, and his cock had turned a shiny black. His foreskin became plenty thicker, too, and even his balls were larger. It made it harder to fit into his pants and left an obvious bulge, and he kept it in the back of his mind that he'd need to buy larger pants. He wasn't the only one that was changing though, the villagers gradually shifting at an even faster speed. Their entire arms and legs had scales of varying colours, their claws and teeth grew sharp just like his, but instead of becoming larger they all became a few inches shorter. Just like him, nobody noticed that anything was different, going about as if things have always been that way.

With him being the biggest and toughest person in the village, he had to do a lot more work than the others- or the same amount of work he'd been doing every day, really. It was especially hot recently, making him quite hot and sweaty pretty much all the time. He was taking a break in the middle of the afternoon, sitting back on a log with his kobolds surrounding him. As attracted to and aroused by his body as they were, they knew to wait for his permission before doing anything naughty with him. Looking down at them, seeing them all staring at his body and between his legs, only occasionally glancing up at his eyes for a brief moment, he chuckled. "Alright, I should've expected this. You all want to clean me?" He asked them even though they were out in the open, and they all nodded and agreed. He smirked, standing up and taking off his clothes, leaving his sweaty, musky body completely nude. "Then get to it. Only use your tongue, and make sure you get every last inch~" He said as he sat back down, spreading his legs and exposing his cock as it rose to full mast.

The kobolds didn't wait any longer, but with a bit of training from him they at least learned not to rush him all at once. Three approached him first, one kneeling between his legs to lick at his inner thighs, one licking the sweat off of his abs, and the third licking underneath his raised arm. His scent was powerful for sure, especially this close, and they couldn't get enough of it. A fourth kobold approached, and he casually lifted a foot up. They huffed, dropping to their knees and immediately starting to slobber on his scaly foot, using one hand to help him hold it up. The kobold between his legs was surely taking their time, licking everywhere but his genitals, even if they went in to sniff his package a few times. The one licking his muscles was very handsy, gently rubbing and massaging with both hands even as they licked him, rubbing his sweat and their saliva against his body. The one by his armpit seemed more intent on just smelling him instead of licking, even if they still gave enough.

He put a hand on the head of the kobold between his legs, gently guiding them up until their heads were right up to his pre-dripping tip, and firmly pushing them down until he was buried in their throat, slowly moving them up and down while their throat squeezed around his cock. "Mmmf, that's it~" He sighed, enjoying the feeling of their lips around his girth and the many kobold tongues all over his body, not doing the best at actually cleaning him but nobody really minded. The worshipping continued for well over an hour, with a few changes in positions. At one point he bent over the log with his ass in the air, getting the kobolds to worship him from behind instead, two rimming him at once sometimes, a few on his sack and some on his dick. He even let one of the males fuck him until they came, having others lick the cum off of and out of him. But any time he got close he had all of them stop, repeatedly edging himself so it'd be even messier when he did cum.

Eventually he couldn't deny himself any longer, huffing and blushing. "A-alright, all of you get on your knees." He grunted, standing in front of the group of kobolds who immediately dropped to their knees as close as they could in front of him, keeping their mouths open. It wasn't the first time he'd done this, and it sure as hell wasn't going to be the last. He grabbed his shaft with both hands, quickly jerking it off and using kobold spit and precum as lube, easily bringing himself to a finish. Him and the kobolds groaned as his cum splattered onto their faces and bodies, a lot more than he would've made as a normal human. "Enjoy your meal." He chuckled as his orgasm ended, watching as the kobolds started to lick each other clean. His member twitched at the sight, hardly having gone soft before he became fully hard again. I think I can go a few more rounds.. He thought to himself.

About a month passed, and things got weirder and weirder. Godfrid's transformation became more extreme, his arms and legs covered entirely in black scales now, and his genitals turned a dark orange colour. His junk was a lot bigger, and his foreskin had actually turned into a proper sheath- a rather huge and soft one, that could easily be pulled over his entire length even if he was hard. His cock itself had changed shape too, becoming more like a canine's with a thick knot. Most of his clothing didn't fit onto him now, but he didn't even try to put it on. All that would fit on him was his shirt and even that was stretched taut, but he simply decided to go without it.

The other villagers had once again gone through more dramatic changes, shifting even faster than he was. They were more kobold than human at this point, the tallest being around four and a half feet tall, with only their faces and the fronts of their torsos being humanlike with their skin tinted to the same colour as their scales. Their limbs were the same shape as the regular kobolds with three-toed feet, even having similar tails and horns. They had similar instincts too, including near insatiable libido and a need to serve a dragon- that was the entire reason they built the village with Godfrid, even if he wasn't entirely a dragon, and only the twelve full kobolds truly belonged to him. The twelve of them had no memory of their past dragon, they'd only been with him as long as they could remember, always having followed his every order and whim.

With how big and strong he was it was simple for him to do what he needed to get supplies and work around the village quickly enough, leaving the rest of every day to fuck as much as he wanted to. He did plenty with both his kobolds and the villagers, all more than happy to do whatever he wanted. The majority of that had to do with his squishy sheath, having kobolds squeeze it, rub it, finger it, lick it, fuck it, worship it.. It felt great, and they were even more obsessed with his sheath than any other part of his body. Were it not for his size it'd be hard for him to get the kobolds off of it- every night when he went to sleep and every morning when he woke up, there were at least two kobold tongues shoved deep into it. He got a larger bed for his home, both to fit his own body and the many kobolds that wanted to sleep with him. He even let the half-kobold villagers sleep with him too if they wanted, and more often than not they did.

Things were perfect, and time continued to pass, while he and the villagers continued to change. Another month flew by and after a certain point the villagers stopped changing, simply because there were no other transformations that could happen. They were identical to the twelve kobolds, fully turned into dragon-loving 'bolds just like them, all a part of Godfrid's hoard, bringing the number of kobolds worshipping him to about sixty or so. In the same way as everything else, none of it was weird at all. He'd always owned that many kobolds, that's why he made the homes in this village for them.

His transformations weren't done yet, turning him into a dragon at a slower rate than the villagers were turned into kobolds. His scales had spread further over his body, most of his back being covered in extra hard and slightly spiky scales. He had small wings, not big enough to lift him off the ground but further proving his draconic heritage. He had a tail too, several feet long with long spikes near the end, black scales on top and orange scales on the bottom. He'd grown to nearly twelve feet tall at this point, none of his clothes even coming close to fitting him. As usual, certain parts of him were even bigger in proportion. Namely his balls and his sheath, his sack now large and heavy enough to reach down to his knees, constantly churning up more cum to cover and fill his many kobolds with, and his sheath far larger. It almost reached his ankles, and was almost as thick as it was long, big enough for multiple kobolds to hug. It was a dark orange color and only had soft yet durable skin, just like his balls. It grew a lot more than his cock did, and even when fully erect only half of his length would be out.

With his genitals being so big, it meant more kobolds could worship him at once, and worship they did. Not a single minute went by where his sheath wasn't entirely covered in kobold spit on the outside, and they had plenty of fun inside too. The kobolds could fit their arms into it, their entire heads.. Some tried to climb right in, but he prevented them from doing so simply because he wanted them to share. With all of his orgasms, which were very frequent and very messy, he pulled his sheath over his tip and kept all of the cum inside for his servants to clean out, sometimes squeezing it shut over one of their heads and letting them swallow as much as they wanted. He'd let them out after he finished, and their head would quickly be cleaned by the others, but his smell would stick to them.

Worshipping him was enough to make most of the kobolds cum hands-free, repeatedly thanking him for letting them worship and serve him. With as many kobolds as he had now, not all of them could reach him at once, but they never had to wait too long before it was their turn again. It helped that he spent every hour he wasn't asleep doing something lewd, and continued when he was asleep too. But the longer things continued like that, the more cramped he felt, not just from his house itself but the entire village. While he was laying in his bed one night, many different kobolds licking his sheath and body, he thought about relocating to somewhere more spacious..

A few days later, Godfrid and his kobolds were out on the road. It was a long journey, needing multiple breaks for the kobolds, but eventually they all arrived at his destination. It was a large city, surrounded by large walls. The guards simply stared in astonishment as he walked by them, his swarm of kobolds following right behind him. They'd heard of a half-dragon with kobold servants, but they imagined it was only a rumour. Even in their heads they didn't picture him to be such a beast, nor did they picture him being so attractive, and they didn't have plans on trying to fight him unless he caused some serious trouble.

There were similar reactions from every person he walked by completely naked, heading toward the city hall. "You all wait here, I'll be back shortly." He told his kobolds who begrudgingly waited behind as he entered, the door needing him to crouch down to go inside. There were a few people inside, all rather.. official looking. "Who do I need to talk to to buy a house, here?" He asked nonchalantly. A somewhat scrawny man approached him, failing to keep their eyes off of his groin. He didn't mind, he knew he was sexy as hell. "T-that'd be I.." They said meekly. "What's the largest home you have for sale?" He asked them, and they looked back at the other people in the room, who were speechless. "W-well, there is a mansion for sale, but it's not cheap.." They stammered. He thought for a moment, before casually pulling one of the shiny black scales off of his arms. "Will this cover it?" He said with a smirk. Dragon scales were exceedingly rare and powerful alchemical ingredients, usually requiring somebody to actually slay a dragon with many casualties as a result, yet here he was practically handing one over. "E-er.. yes. That'll do." They said, having to reach up to take the scale from his hand.

"Allow me t-to-" They tried to speak, but he cut them off. "I saw it on the way here." He told them, casually walking out without another word, his kobolds giving a small cheer upon his return. "Follow me, you all. We have a new place to stay." He told them, and they all cheered and praised him again. He led them toward the very large house he saw earlier, pushing the door open and breaking the lock on it. "Whoops." He said but went inside anyways. It's not like anybody would dare to try stealing from him. The inside was quite spacious- partly because it had no furniture- being considerably larger than his home back in the village. This would definitely do just fine, for now.

"Now then.. how about we break this place in?" He asked his kobolds as he turned toward them, every last one able to fit inside the building. Before one could ask what he meant he reached down and grabbed their head, shoving them against his huge, musky balls, making them moan and immediately start licking him. The others got the message, more coming up to him to pleasure his body, most magnetized right to his thick sheath as usual. Their hands and tongues on him felt lovely, getting him to groan and rock his hips against them, precum pouring from his tip. Not a single drop of it got on the floor, since there was always either a kobold suckling right from his tip, or multiple kobolds licking at it. Some of them went behind him, and he crouched down halfway so they'd be able to rim and tonguefuck his warm tailhole.

Having not came at all during the trip to the city, he was quite pent up. It was easy for his kobolds to bring him to a climax, and this time he didn't try to cover it. He let out a loud roar of pleasure that was heard through most of the city as he finally started to cum, a torrent of his draconic semen pouring out across the kobolds in front of him and the wall behind them, some even managing to get on the ceiling. It marked the building with his scent and further marked the kobolds, but he didn't feel any less horny, and neither did his worshippers. "Mmf.. we still have lots to cover~" He said as they continued to lick and rub him.

As more and more time passed, his transformations seemed to be somehow affecting those around him too. He was a fully anthrofied dragon at this point, twenty feet tall with large wings, a long tail, and a draconic head. Maybe not fully a dragon, but definitely no longer human. His sack was big enough to reach his ankles, and his hyper sheath was almost as big as he was. At this point everybody in the city was a half kobold, not including him and the group he took he took from his old village. They were all in love with him, both males and females fantasizing about being rutted by him, or even better- being allowed to worship his sheath. Most of the time, that privilege was only kept to the full kobolds unless he was feeling especially generous. All he did now was fuck, but he didn't always stay in his home to have fun. Not because he covered every surface inside his house with thick cum, that was a part of the fun, but because he enjoyed showing off and flaunting his sheath. There were often impromptu 'performances' consisting of people gathering around to watch his kobolds play with his sheath, sticking their arms or heads into it. Sometimes he let them right inside, his sheath more than big and stretchy enough to fit several kobolds in it, letting them worship his sheath with their entire bodies from the inside, less focused on his dick than they were his sheath- not that they didn't give that lots of attention too, since even when he was fully erect not even the tip peeked out of his long sheath. Those who didn't make it in, which was most of them, gave their love to the outside instead.

The city still had its rulers, which were also half kobolds, but everyone knew that Godfrid was truly the one in power. He just didn't care for things like conquest or world domination, he simply wanted pleasure, and to protect his kobolds. For now he could handle both of those things just fine, getting praise from both kobolds and city folk. In the nights he'd return to his home, settling in on a comfy spot of the floor, and letting kobolds pile on top of him. His sheath was packed and stretched with kobolds every night, the horny little lizards always wanting to be inside the warm and wet embrace of his sheath. As long as they didn't fight then he'd let them stay there until the morning, stewing them in his hot musk and making his scent on them even stronger, usually resulting in the kobolds getting licked all over themselves by the others when they were taken out. It was a pleasant way of life for all of them, but things were continuing to transform, and they were still completely clueless to it, their memories and perception of things changing with their bodies.

Eventually Godfrid had turned entirely into a dragon, with four powerful legs. His horns grew longer, his scales became thicker, his claws and fangs were even bigger and sharper, and his wings were more than big enough to carry his weight. That was really his only way of moving anywhere now, his sheath so ridiculously large that his feet could no longer reach the ground, being twice as thick as he was tall and almost double as long. His shaft was always erect from the constant stimulation he received, but the tip couldn't be seen unless you went deep into his sheath. His balls were massive, not as excessive as his sheath but still very hyper, loudly churning up more cum to be pumped into his sheath.

With how big he was now, he couldn't even fit into his new home, staying outside in the open air. He was too big for a single person to pleasure him, but he didn't need to worry about that. He had no small amount of kobolds worshipping him every second of every day, every single citizen in the city being a short kobold who lived to serve and please him. Dozens of them spent as much time as they could wiggling around in his sheath, others having more than enough space on the outside to worship, and the rest going elsewhere to bring back offerings of gold to him which were much appreciated. There were kobolds that continued to fist and fuck the entrance to his sheath, the fluids from their orgasms mere drops in the ocean compared to his. In return for the worship and offerings, he protected all of them- he didn't really need to do anything though, his mere presence was enough to deter any potential harm.

Much later, at least half a year, his gradual transformations were starting to come to an end. He'd outgrown not just his house, but the entire city and everything around it.. and the entire country, and eventually the entire planet, and more. While his body wasn't too much bigger than the earth, maybe close to twice its size, his sheath was another story entirely. Not even he could see how big it truly was, but it ended up roughly as big as the entirety of the solar system, making its previous sizes look tiny in comparison. It was easy to fit every planet right into it, making his sheath feel pleasantly full even if he still wanted more.

Every planet got flooded with his cum, some dribbling out of the end of his sheath and floating away in space. Back on earth, every last inhabitant had been made into kobolds, all more than eager to worship him while drinking and bathing in his cum forever, as they always had. His seed was more than enough to keep them from ever being hungry, while he was powerful enough to not need to eat anything himself. He was happy to just enjoy the feelings of his sheath being worshipped from the inside while it was warmed and stretched by the planets like thick beads. Though it'd been like that longer than he could truly remember, he was fine with things remaining that way.

Back on earth, deep in a cum-flooded country, in a certain village, in a certain home, a certain gemstone had stopped glowing. The secretly enchanted gemstone that Godfrid had taken from the abandoned dragon's lair long ago had finally finished its duty, having turned him into a new dragon god and given him the followers he needed for such a thing, as well as warping reality itself for things to fit perfectly without any confusion or worry. Why it did such a thing, nobody would ever know. As things were now, even if they knew they likely wouldn't care- after all, there's no way their life would've been better than it is worshipping their dragon~