A Boy and His Kobold Pt 2
Tales of the Kuno-Kephali:
A Boy and His Kobold, Part 2
By
KaninZ
"OW"
"Stop pulling...."
"Oh quite whining"
"BITE you ass.."
"Big baby..."
The bath was turning out to be a bigger pain in the ass than what had happened earlier.
"You've got a burr stuck in your back fur!"
"You pulling side...HURT!"
"Oh OK. I'll cut it out."
"My FUR!"
"There...it's out."
"Why not go ahead, shave rest of me, meanie!"
Alerion chuckled evilly, brandishing his knife and the Kobold stuck its tongue out at him. Alerion splashed water in its face and a water battle supreme ensued. The battle ended when Gerras quickly ran out of energy and made for shore.
"Not feel good...head all funny."
"It's your wound. It's infected and poisoning your blood. We need to get you to Noni. She's not a REAL healer...but she's good with herbs and sewing up cuts and stuff."
The Kobold smelled like a wet dog. Together, they lay on Alerion's cloak to dry. Alerion kept stealing glances at the creature that had held him down and raped him earlier. Every time he thought about it he felt an odd tingle running through his stomach and ending up in his crotch. Soon, the warm summer sun and his thoughts about the recent events had Alerion's cock standing straight up and bouncing. The boy nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a cold nose nuzzle his ear.
"You cock so strange. No sheath."
A paw-like hand stroked Alerion's chest, then proceeded lower. Alerion gasped as a claw-tip traced along his rod, causing his hips to thrust upwards and a small moan to escape his lips.
"Hmmm, no knot? How you people breed?"
"We manage." Alerion breathed as the hand encircled his cock and caressed it, causing another thrust of his hips. Alerion's own hand wandered over to explore the canine sheath on the Kobold. He could feel the cock pulsing and growing within its furry casing. He shifted lower and felt two bulges beginning to expand a bit. Travelling back up he found that the tip of the Kobolds penis was now protruding from its hiding place.
"I want taste you."
Alerion looked up into a goofy canine grin. The Kobold's muzzle was open in a doggy smile and its tongue was lolling out.
"OK"
Alerion laid back and spread his legs for the Kobold. Gerras got up to all fours and shifted over so he could dip his muzzle down to lick the alien flesh below him. With his first lick, the boy's hands cupped his muzzle and he hunched at the Kobolds face.
"GODS that TONGUE!"
Starting at the boy's tip and working all the way down to his fuzz covered ball sac, Gerras soon had the boy wriggling with pleasure and moaning delight. Going down a little further, he let his tongue probe the hole he'd stretched earlier, eliciting a gasp and another bucking of the boy's hips. Remembering the tight grip of that hole had Gerras' own cock slipping further from his sheath. He knew he HAD to have that hole again!
"MMmmm...more." Alerion tugged insistently at an ear. Pulling the grinning canine's head up.
Glad to please, Gerras started tonguing his way back up the boy's shaft. When he reached the tip again, he opened his muzzle and sucked in the tip. Hands gripped his head fur as he lowered his muzzle onto the throbbing shaft, his tongue caressing the sensitive underside of the boy's cock. Bobbing his head up and down, slowly at first, then responding to the insistent (and somewhat painful) tugging on his ears, increasing his tempo. Gerras sucked hard as he began to taste a salty-sweet essence on his tongue. The boy was close, he could taste it and smell it in his lustful sweat.
"I'm gonna...AH...ARHH...MMMmmmmm."
The grip on his head turned to iron and Gerras "mppf'd" as the boy began grinding his crotch into Gerras' muzzle. The boys tip bounced on Gerras tongue as spurt after spurt of boy juice blasted the back of his muzzle.
"Not so HARD. I think got one ear longer than other now!" Gerras complained. Alerion tried picturing that in his mind and looked up to see that one of Gerras' ears was flopped over, the other pointing straight up. Melting into boyish laughter Alerion rolled from side to side, riding his humor, the after glow of the best orgasm of his young life and the pure JOY that seemed to encompass the odd but wonderful circumstances he'd encountered on his fishing trip.
His fishing trip.
"Oh horse turds!" Alerion sat straight up in panic. "If I don't head home soon there'll be a search party out to find me!"
The thought of multitudes of these strange creatures, presumably older, larger and armed for Owlbear quickly cooled the fire burning in Gerras' sheath.
"What we do? What do with ME?" The Kobolds eyes widened with fear.
Alerion furrowed his young brow in thought for a few seconds. "We'll... I'll say I found you when I was fishing. It took so long because you're hurt and I was trying to help you take care of your wound. Where are your clothes? I'll help you dress."
"Dress? Why need dress, gots FUR!" Gerras giggled and waved his paws at his reddish-brown fur, tail wagging with humor at the absurdity of the notion. Alerion sniffed at his rather soggy and decidedly doggy-smelling cloak. "Urm...you can have this to wrap around you. Humans don't parade around with their naughty bits hanging out for the whole world to see!"
"Hyoo-man...that you people?" Gerras asked, head cocked to one side. Alerion nodded and, a puzzled look crossed his face. "Who are YOU? WHAT are you?" he asked.
"Told you, my people called Kobold. Name Gerras. Who you?" the Kobold lightly thumped a clawed finger on Alerion's chest.
"I'm Alerion and...and I'm very glad to meet you." Alerion started to extend his hand, but at the Kobolds puzzled expression decided on a more intimate gesture and they embraced in a brief, somewhat embarrassed hug.
"I've never seen your kind around here. Where are you from?" Alerion asked. Gerras shrugged and winced at the tug on his wounded side "TOLD you...Don't know where am...how I s'posed to know where from?"
The Kobold wobbled on his feet a bit and suddenly giggled, "Naughty bits, that funny!" The cloak that he'd been trying to wrap around himself fell from weakened fingers and the world began to spin madly.
"GERRAS!" Alerion yelled as the Kobold dropped his cloak and began to stumble to the side. Catching the tottering Kobold, Alerion lowered him to the grass and felt his forehead. It felt furry. "That won't work." Alerion mumbled, realizing that he'd have to check for a fever as if Gerras were a sick hound. He stuck the back of his fingers to the Kobolds nose and what he felt filled him with fear. The Kobolds nose was hot and dry.
Perhaps misunderstanding Alerion's attention, the Kobold lifted a hand and stroked the boy's face gently. "So smooth...pretty face." Alerion was surprised at the sudden tightening in his stomach and the warm and painful grip of affection that he realized he felt for this odd, tragic creature. Wrapping his cloak around the barely conscious Gerras, the boy scooped him up and looked down into eyes spinning with fever. Gerras moaned at the abuse of his spear wound, biting down on a snarl at the pain that seemed to engulf the world in its darkening edges. As the darkness spread itself to suck all thought into the embrace of fevered madness, Gerras last coherent thoughts heard the human cradling him as if he were a pup speak.
"Don't worry love. I'm taking you home."
At Alerion's first burdened step, Gerras felt fiery pain as his wound ground into the scratchy wool of the cloak and then the blessed mad cool darkness claimed all thought.