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Jack stared into the stream of hot, flowing water and started to undress. Socks first and glad to be rid of the wet things, then the shirt and pants. A quick tug on the elastic band sent his underwear to the floor and he approached the tub.

“Not even going to wait for me?” Lys stood in the doorway, shooting him a disappointed glance.

He blinked a few times, total autopilot. “Got ahead of myself is all.”

She looked him up and down and started to smile. “That’s alright, I like looking at you.”

They’d seen each other naked countless times, but when she said it, it made him feel vulnerable. “Can’t imagine I’m that exciting to look at. I don’t have horns, or a tail, or scales.”

“If I say you’re nice to look at then you’re nice to look at.” Her tail made that lazy wave as she walked towards him, telling him what was on her mind. “Besides, I like these, I think they’re cute.” She cupped her claws around his balls.

“Yaaah!” He let out a shrill cry and did a jig backwards, almost tripping over his discarded clothes. “You’re still cold as hell. Oh yeah, laugh about it. Love to see how you’d feel if I dumped ice on your nuts.” He rubbed at his sacs sympathetically and gave her a sad puppy dog look. “These things are sensitive.”

A grin formed on the corners of her face as she struggled not to break out laughing. “Makes me glad I don’t have any. I like the way they dangle, but I could see where it could cause problems.”

His cheeks grew warm and red. “You got that right, just be glad you never got clocked by a stray baseball while you were playing tag at the park.” He winced at the memory. “And my old man wondered why I never signed up for Little League.”

Lys smirked and shut the bathroom door. The kobold undressed, no pomp, no show. She peeled her shirt off with a quick tug and the shorts went next, leaving her bare. “I think you’re a lot more interesting to look at,” he remarked as he let his eyes take her in. Top of the horns, stopping at her eyes, making her smile. He paused to focus on the little patch of turquoise on her snout tip. From there he went down the neck, picking one of her shoulders to lead him across her scaly chest.

Here is where it got tricky. He often let his eyes jump right to the bottom at the tips of her toeclaws and work their way back up, otherwise he’d get stuck somewhere between her legs and never finish. It got a chuckle out of his mate whenever she watched him do it. From her digitigrade feet he moved up the ankle, often swapping back and forth between left and right. Up the leg proper, the thighs, hips, and then to the border of her turquoise patch that lead into her sex. On days where she felt racy she’d spread herself out a bit, but she shivered instead.

“Ready?” he asked, gesturing to the tub.

“More than ever.” She lifted her hands towards him expectantly and he took her up. The kobold felt cold as ice in his arms and it made him worry that she’d been hiding just how bad it affected her. Nevertheless, the resilient little creature in his arms insisted on opening the curtain for them both and he stepped underneath the rushing water. “Oh yeah…” she sighed. “And keep holding me.”

“Yes, my queen.”

She grinned at that one and nuzzled into his chest, letting his body hair brush across her cheek, pushing into him like a cat trying to mark its owner. “Having fun?”

“Yes.” She sounded much better.

“As long as we’re in here want to wash up? Shame to let all this nice, hot water go to waste.”

“But then you’ll have to put me down.”

“Only for a while.” She planted her feet on the tub and he went for the soap. A lavender scent filled the room the moment he wet the bar, no wonder he didn’t care for this stuff, but he needed to get it used up. Lys turned her back to him, lifted her head, and folded her arms with a smug look on her muzzle. “Shall I begin?” he asked.

Her tail made a swift, whipping gesture and she sniffed loudly. “You may.”

Grinning, he crouched down and pushed the violet bar to her body. Starting near her shoulders, taking each one in hand and moving down the length of her arm before moving on to her back. Her rough hide tugged at the bar, making it easy to work up a thick lather, accenting the patterns of her scales which had a mottled brown motif he’d never seen before. “Are you alright?”

She craned her head upwards. “Yeah, why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I guess.” He shrugged it off for the moment and went back to cleaning her.

“Mmmmm, keep going.” He worked it into the small of her back and just above the base of her tail which seemed to be the magic spot for getting sounds out of his mate.

She pushed into each stroke of the soap and a low thrum resonated through her body. “How come you never make that sound when I ask you?”

“I can’t make it. It just happens at the right moment. It’s rude of you to ask.” She turned about, pressing her scaly snout against his nose; a playful look on her face. “Imagine if…well I don’t know what the human version would be, but it’s rude to ask me, take my word.”

“But it’s nice,” he said, pushing back against her snout.

“It is nice. It’s better than words. You hear that sound, you know you’ve got a happy kobold.”

“Do I then? Do I have a happy kobold?”

She turned back around. “Keep scrubbing and find out.”

“Yes, your highness.” He’d already done her back so he reached around, but for some reason his hands found her belly more than the bar of soap did. She clenched her jaw as he continued, trying hard not to make any sound at the intense belly rub he was giving. So he went lower. “Let’s see what other noises I can get you to make.” The tips of his fingers ran just above her slit, brushing it ever so slightly, but it was a ruse. Before she could turn around to scold him for teasing he started stroking her tail just at the tip where it was most sensitive and then he gave it a nibble.

“Ah!” And that did it, her motor started and didn’t stop. Honestly, he didn’t like the tail licking thing at all, but he knew how much she enjoyed it and that was more than enough to put it in his mouth. The bottom edge, just below the tip, drew the most noise out of her. A combination of moaning and purring strong enough to rattle his teeth and get him feeling horny. Once he became too self conscious to keep her tail in his mouth any longer he went back to her shoulders. Her whole body resonated with noise, neither one of them heard the sound of the soap falling into the tub, sliding towards the drain. She grabbed him by the arm as he kissed down her neck, enjoying the warm vibration against his lips.

But that wasn’t enough for her, so she turned around. Jack expected some kind of lecture on giving her better pleasure so he opened his mouth to protest. For his efforts he got a kobold tongue in the mouth as she pressed her muzzle to his face. The kobold’s warm thrum took on a muffled growl that sent a tingle down his back. She was right, it was better than words. A pure expression of wants, needs, and happiness. She needed and wanted him and he was happy to give it. Jack’s arms ran wild across her body from the horns down to her tail while the two lovers kissed. She grinned around his mouth, letting the points of her teeth rub against his soft flesh knowing how it set him on edge. Rather than sit there and be beaten at the kissing game though Jack moved lower, breaking away from her mouth. Lys tried to follow, but even her long tongue couldn’t stay inside as he sank to the bottom of the tub. She cocked her head, looking irritated as the torrent of water struck her from behind.

At the last moment she figured it out and braced as Jack kissed her turquoise patch. “Ah, there,” she gasped. He turned his head slightly and pressed his lips to her again, like her blue sex was a long lost love. He’d love to see the look on her face, but he settled for the cry of pleasure she made amid the growling. Her claws pressed down on his head, trying to get him to go further inside, but he had other plans. His hands caressed her scaly rear, keeping her distracted and then…

“J-Jack? What are you—woah, are you crazy?” Jack stood all the way up, with Lys on top of his face. He braced the kobold against the wall and she couldn’t help but laugh out loud as her horns tapped the ceiling. One claw pushed against the back wall to balance while the other wrapped itself around his head. Her legs did likewise, resting on part of his shoulders. The kobold’s grip tightened. Jack’s tongue glided up and down her soft, scaly entrance, lapping, teasing just outside her reach. “J-just like that. You better not drop me,” she whispered, bucking her hips against him trying to get him inside of her.

Up and down, evading her clinching folds. Her breathing became a raspy growl and she dug herself into his scalp. Her tail flung about wildly, slapping the wall several times before swinging out the other way, striking the curtain rod and sending it to the floor with a loud clatter. The tip of his tongue slipped in far enough that she could just barely pinch it and then he tugged away again. The scent of earth and vinegar assailed his senses and the sour taste of kobold juice dotted his tongue, a taste he’d come to acquire.

He started again, licking her up and down until she started panting, until he could feel her opening throbbing on his tongue, and then he pushed inside until she clinched and then pulled away once more. “D-damn it, Jack.” And when he did she redoubled her efforts of trying to hump his face. Jack timed her awkward thrusts and stayed just beyond her reach, driving her mad.

“Rrrr…J-J…” She’d never sounded so furious. He was playing with fire, but those growls, better than words by a long shot. After a minute or two of intense face ramming she’d stop to catch her breath and then the joyful torment would begin again. She squealed the moment his tongue slipped inside and those claws came down on his head, gripping tight, trying to force him to stay. The deeper he went the raspier she groaned. Her legs squeezed his head while her pussy milked his tongue, desperate for relief. His own loins burned at the sensation, but he forced himself to hold out. “More…more…n-no!” Despite the vice grip of her insides he escaped her again.

“Hsssrck…” She tried to hiss, but it caught her in her throat. Her claws pushed in until she remembered herself and then backed off. “Ahh…haa…haa…” each stroke of his tongue made her squeal and slam against him wildly, desperate for something, anything to get her off. He shoved himself inside, all the way and she grabbed him hard enough that he felt it pinch around his tongue. “Y-yes…” Her hips twitched and spasmed, her breathing was a bestial rasp and he swore he felt her drooling atop his head.

And then he started tugging away again.

“Aaarrrggghhh!!” A literal tug of war took place between the kobold’s starving pussy and his tired tongue. Her claws dug in, her tail found purchase around one of his arms, and her legs tightened about his neck. Nevertheless, he started pulling away from her. “No,” she barked, bucking wildly. Her horns grazed the top of the ceiling, leaving several scrapes and Jack started to smother in between her legs, but in the end he escaped.

“Arrrrr!” He felt a collection of stinging pinpricks near the top of his scalp that gave him pause to reassess the situation. She hadn’t moved and her hands were still buried in his hair. There’s no way she’d kicked him with her toeclaws either.

She’d bit him.

“Rrrr…rrrr…rrrr…” Jets of hot breath washed over the top of his aching head, he was sure he was bleeding though hopefully not much, but now he had a very horny kobold latched to the top of his head and nowhere to go.

“Sweet? Are you okay?” He asked, mouth half buried in kobold pussy.

“Rrrr…” Her breaths slowed down, but she stayed firmly attached.

He let one of his hands stroke her leg, ever so gently. “Want me to stop?”

She made one good push into his face, saying everything that needed to be said. His shoulders ached from holding her up, his head stung with the lusty kobold bite, and his jaws grew tired. Time to finish this. He started his assault anew, lapping the outside of her swollen sex, each stroke of his tongue rewarded him with another grunt and a sour trickle. He let her do the work, tugging and pulling him further in. Lys shoved his head as hard as she could and now his nose sat in her opening, making it hard to breathe.

Clinching, squeezing, pinching almost to the point of pain. Jack’s head swam with the desire for air, but those claws poking into his head made him hesitate and he wondered if he might pass out right there. In the end Lys got what she wanted and with a loud, shrill cry, gave one last hard thrust and let him go. A torrent of juice flowed over his tongue, past his chin, and down his chest. He came right after her and almost lost his own footing.

“W-w…” Jack caught her just in time as she lolled off to the side. He held her spasming body in his arms while she gave him a dopey smile, tongue dangling out the side of her maw as the two of them caught their breath.

“Good?”

She nodded. “Best.”

A banging came up from the floor, the signal that they’d done it right. Jack set her down, holding onto her arms. “You gonna make it?” he asked. He’d outdone himself that time, even felt a little proud.

“Yeah. I’d return the favor, but…”

“Don’t sweat it.” He brushed his head and came back with a few tiny red smudges. He’d be wondering why his scalp itched tomorrow. “Feeling warmer now?”

She straightened up, already looking stable. “Yeah, although that water is getting cold.”

He looked down. “And deep too, what the hell?”

The two lovers noticed the growing pool of water in the tub. Jack leaned over and glanced into the drain. His face screwed up in disgust. “What is this stuff?” He turned off the water. Lys squeezed past, glanced into the drain, and sighed.

“I think it’s me.”

The sour look on his face grew stronger. He should have figured something like this was coming, but for some reason it made him feel queasy. “Aww man. How long is this going to go on?”

She shrugged. “A little while. Most of us shed one big skin, but I never have, I’ve always gone in bits and pieces.”

The way she said “bits and pieces” almost sent him to the toilet. He had no idea why this was hitting him so hard, but it did. “Can you…”

Lys looked up and read his expression. “I’ll take care of it, you hatchling.”

“Thank you.” He leapt out of the tub like it was infected and she started laughing.

“It’s perfectly normal.”

“That may be, but it’s making me want to puke,” he said, heading for the bedroom.

“Better get used to it, I do it every season,” she shouted towards him with a sense of glee.

He called back with an exaggerated groan.