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Traptap was the best at her job. As a springer, she would unset old traps so that her clan could move through areas. She was very strong, and had a big stick. It was very useful, but it got all the respect she deserved. The Dragon had said it was magic, but all Traptap knew was that it didn't break so easily, so she could trigger traps from a safe distance, and not have to find a new stick later.

She wasn't good at setting traps, that was a team job, and she was rarely a part of that team. Traptap didn't really know the trap team very well, as the members kept needing to be replaced. Death was commonplace for Kobolds, so it didn't bother them too much.

One day Traptap gained the favor of the Dragon. The Dragon loved treasure, and the Kobolds loved the Dragon, so they would bring him all the treasure they could find. Traptap had found a very special treasure, the best kind of treasure. She had found a princess.

Traptap had been told to clear a room for revision. The team had forgotten the layout so the area had become too dangerous. When she was clearing the room, she found that a group of adventures had recently tried to come through, so most of the traps had been handled. She had heard about this party, they had been fighting the Orcs from one level above.

Unknown to Traptap at the time, their trapspringer had been slain, as had their talker of sense. The remaining party members had rescued the Orc's captive, but for whatever reason decided to check out the next level before taking her home. The next level was the responsibility of the kobolds, meaning lots of traps. The barbarian was the first she found, having overestimated his ability to survive pointy sticks. Then she found the wizard, who possibly thought he was too smart to get knocked on the head. The princess had thus been left unguarded, and was too afraid to try leaving in any direction.

Traptap found the curious creature with her hands soaked in tears covering her face. She was making sounds of sad, and sounds of hunger. Traptap ignored her at first, doing her job as she had been told, clearing the remaining traps as the bizarre creature watched in the corner. Then the creature, the human stopped sobbing and made worried noises.

Traptap observed the human for a time, curious what the creature was trying to say. The Dragon had expressed that humans were smart things, so she was probably trying to talk. Traptap amused herself by approaching the obviously helpless creature and sniffed her for anything she could learn. Behind the salty smell of Orc, the human also smelled of her own petite sweat and of that weird liquid treasure the Dragon called perfume.

Then Traptap noticed the human had a a few pieces of jewelry on her person. Bringing back treasure was always good, but when Traptap tried to grab some, the human reached out and grabbed her hand. The human smiled, showing her weird blocky teeth and wet, wet eyes. Traptap considered that maybe she could bring the human back with her, that maybe the Dragon would be interested.

This task wasn't difficult, but it was annoying. The human couldn't see very well, and had horrible balance. She stood strait up like a crier and had a weird arm-butt on her front. The clothes she wore had a long wide tube around her legs that hindered her legs which she didn't bend enough. Also she seemed hesitant to touch lots of stuff for dumb reasons like sticky or smell.

When Traptap got home several levels lower, her tribe was immediately impressed, but the human was terrified. The men of the tribe tried to steal away her treasure, but Traptap swung her might stick at them and declared that the human should be allowed to speak with the Dragon. A sorcerer overheard the declaration and shot fire into the air to scare a path for the two to walk safely to the Dragon.

Traptap had only spoken with the Dragon once before, when she had been give her stick after rescuing several digging teams and a number of militia from a cave in. The Dragon was snoozing when they entered, but as soon as the crossed his magic circle of awareness, the room was aflame with his magic. The torches surrounding his mighty hoard lit with his command and he roared furiously to show his power. The Dragon squinted at the human, then he smiled gloriously.

The Dragon then looked directly at Traptap. She felt a certain heat in her belly when his eyes searched her up and down and recognition entered them. His proud grin was replaced with a shock and impression for a very brief moment, before he took upon the tone of command.

"Speak your name, Hero," the Dragon roared.

"Traptap," she quivered, "I brought human, she smells like treasure."

The Dragon spoke to the human in her weird language. The human was terribly frightened, but slowly began to understand that things would be good for her. At least Traptap thought that was what was happening. The Dragon gave the human food and drink, new clothes and one of those fluffy beds humans like. Traptap was suddenly very jealous, but it was shaken out of her as soon as the Dragon's eyes were back upon her.

"You have pleased me again," the Dragon spoke softly. It was very undragonlike but very pleasing, "I shall reward you for this."

"My Dragon," Traptap tapped her stick, "You already rewarded me."

The Dragon laughed a hearty laugh, smoke billowing from his nostrils. The room became hotter with his humor, but the warmth in Traptap's belly was much greater. The dragon then used his magic to take on a new form, his great and powerful visage of reptilian perfection upon a mound of shining treasure was reduced ta being slightly larger than the human, who Traptap was suddenly very aware of her having been moved to another room.

Traptap found herself alone with a humanoid shaped being in a loincloth not unlike her own. The being, her Dragon, was a prime specimen of raw muscle covered in hardened crimson and gold scales, his smile still resembling his former self if now only large enough to lethal main, not swallow whole, an insubordinate kobold.

The Dragon beckoned Traptap to follow him into a backroom she had not been aware of. Traptap followed despite her knees locking up after every step. In this room was a large crystal of obvious magical power with a circle of lounging cushions surrounding it. The Dragon had waited for Traptap to enter the room before lighting the room's oil torches with his breath, the feat causing her to no longer have the strength press forward.

"Do not be afraid," the Dragon turned to look upon her, standing over twice her height.

Try as she might, Traptap could not force herself to follow this command. She dropped her stick to the ground and fell to her knees to grovel.

"I cannot," Traptap cried, "I fear nothing more than my Dragon."

The Dragon approached, Traptap unable to look up at him until he knelt down and gently nudged her muzzle up to meet his approving expression.

"Traptap?" The Dragon smiled, "I will have to give you a new name."

Traptap's eyes widened as tears formed.

"I would reward you with a portion of my power."

Traptap gasped, "Sorcery?"

"Yes," the Dragon smiled, "but not like the Sorcerers of the tribe. True Sorcery. With this crystal, I can grant you some of my strength and knowledge. You will be a paragon among your people, more so than you have proven yourself to be."

Traptap tried to fathom what he was suggesting. This crystal was magic, but where had it come from? How did it enhance his powers? How could the Dragon be made more powerful than he already was? How could Traptap become more than she was?

The dragon lifted Traptap off the floor and out of her worries. He clasped her in his powerful arms, and carried her to the crystal. She could feel him breathing, it made him feel uncomfortably mortal, but so comfortable to nestle against. She watched him reach a clawed hand up to the crystal and channel a bit of its energy, he frowned momentarily, before looking down at his servant.

"We must be as one for this to work properly."

Traptap's face out-heated the Dragon's firm chest, how was he? She was startled when the Dragon nuzzled against her face. Her eyes widened in shock as she felt his hot tongue slide up her cheek. She was petrified beyond reaction when he set her upon the soft pillows.

"Are you..." Traptap had to force herself against the heresy, "Is my Dragon mating me?"

Every female in the tribe secretly lusted for the Dragon, just as every male in the tribe secretly wished to have his power. Many wished for both, but no one was allowed to even suggest that that was a possibility. It wasn't a possibility. It was heresy and the sorcerers would burn you if you spoke of it.

"With your permission," the Dragon spoke as he made himself comfortable next to the confused kobold.

Traptap stared in horror. That wasn't something the Dragon could say, or rather since he could do everything, that wasn't a thing he needed to say. He needed no one's permission, and could do anything he wanted. He could even humor the average tribal girl's secret crush.

"My..." she gulped, "My Dragon. I would do anything for you. I would not stop you from killing me if you wished to."

The Dragon arched a brow, "Why would I wish to be rid of my greatest servant?"

Traptap's heat flared more than she thought possible, her knees were uncontrollably twitching and surprisingly slippery.

The Dragon playfully traced a claw across Traptap's chest, "Will you let me do this?"

The kobold's heart was beating too loudly for her to hear her own statement, based on the approving smile, she assumed she spoke correctly.

The Dragon was upon her in an instant, claws exploring her every scale. She gasped as he nibbled playfully at her neck and began to trail down her torso. He nuzzled against the base of her tail for a moment, and breathed hot smoke at her groin. She tensed immediately as he lifted her butt to remove her loincloth.

She lay before her Dragon exposed, she could not look at him. Her knees were locked together and her claws were firmly over her eyes in shame. She couldn't believe this was happening. She would have to live with the shame of having such naughty dreams.

The Dragon gently nudged her nose up to look at him. He coaxed her claws from her eyes, and waited for her to look at him. Her nerves were immediately relieved to see his approving, lusty grin as he towered over her despite being on his hands and knees. She relaxed for a moment and realized her mistake, then eased her legs apart for him to see her naked self.

The Dragon licked his jowl in anticipation and, to Traptap's surprise, dove face first into her. She had been mated twice before, neither being enjoyable events, and neither had...

The Dragon teased her inner thighs with nibbles and puffs of smoke. He traced about her with his fiery tongue. Obviously enjoying himself, Traptap made no attempt to stop him, but she was growing too hot and needed some sort of...

The Dragon grabbed her wrist as she had been reaching. His coy grin startled her, but her loins ached so. He then slowly knelt his head to nuzzle her tender entrance. Unable to stop herself the kobold's limbs clamped down upon his head, knees on his horns, claws on his scalp, tail wrapped around his neck. The Dragon submitted to her wishes, filling her with his impossibly steamy tongue. The penetration brought instant relief, but his furious lapping at her juices brought new frustration. His long forked tongue was greater than anything she had ever had in her, forced or placed herself, his oral agility caused her to twerk and twitch and clasp on tightly until.

She felt her heart rush, her breath deepen, body spasm, and her entrance shout. This wasn't like mating, it was like alone time with company. Her stick though and secret thoughts of its gifter, were nothing compared to her Dragon's own company.

"My Dragon..." Traptap found herself whispering as she fell limp.

"Please," her Dragon spoke breathy as he stood, mussel drenched, "Call me by name."

"I..." Traptap's body became hot again, that was heresy. She couldn't, but... she couldn't resist trying it out, "Thalthas?"

Her Dragon Thalthas unclasped his belt, letting his garment drop to the floor before kicking it away. Traptap's eyes were drawn to his manhood, far to large for her. Thalthas smiled mischievously at her gaping stare and with an extended finger signaled for her to turn over.

Traptap obeyed immediately, her heat returning in full force. She wasn't sure how this would work, but it was no longer time for worries. She brought herself to her knees and elbows, raising her tail proudly to present her admittedly wide butt to her masterful lover. She waited for a moment, not sure if she was doing something wrong, then started to shake her hips to entice him. She needed...

With a shock she felt his claws on her hips, he lifted her higher until she was on her feet. She turned her head to look but found her nose colliding with his arm. She looked up at his face peering down at her, lustful, needing. Daringly she explored his hardened abs with her tail as he tried to position himself correctly. She felt herself getting more excited to have her dragon, her Thalthas over her. She wished deeply that he...

Feeling the tip of his hot member tease her inviting entrance, she held her breath. He had to position himself again, his arm now far ahead of her, with room for his gaze to meet hers despite his abs now firmly rubbing against her back. She tried to say something to encourage him to action, but he took the cue from her expression.

She felt immense pain as her master claimed her. She felt stretched and bloated, but so very full and warm. He waited for her pain to subside before pulling much of the way out and slamming back into her. The force drove her back to her knees, but Thalthas was unbothered. He began bucking in rhythm, with Traptap instinctively matching it.

She felt his pace hasten, his strength bolden, his power dominant. It continued until she could no long muster the effort to match his motions, his frantic pounding becoming too much for her to handle. She had that familiar feeling of release, but he kept pounding, harder and harder. The sheer strength was staggering, but her scales tingled and her joints twitched with sheer enjoyment.

She was just about ready for another release when his pace hastened unto a godlike fury. He roared and shot deadly flames into the air, his winds reforming to send great winds about. He pounded harder and harder until he finally made one last, impossibly sweet thrust into her filling her with his holy seed.

He fell to on shoulder, forcing Traptap to the floor, his member still deep within her and his slick scales rubbing against her back as she spasmed uncontrollably in her final release. He rolled off of her as the both breathed heavily, both very satisfied, both apparently receiving a heavy dose of the crystal's magic.

Traptap awoke not in the room, but atop Thalthas's hoard. She was nestled within her Dragon's tail, and he was loudly snoring the way he did to keep the peace of the Dragon's people. She rustled a bit to get comfortable and realized that she felt very strange.

She suddenly realized that Thalthas was right, Traptap was a very silly name. She would have to do something about that.

Her job as a trapspringer was given to her by a jealous priest, who obviously hated her and expected her to die from it. She had never considered how she had been sent off alone, something that Kobolds simply didn't do.

She then looked off to where the human was sleeping. A princess, it occurred to her. Thalthas was intending to mate with her. She would have to do something about that too. Wait, why would she have to do that? That was silly, humans weren't dragonkin, Thalthas would get bored of her quickly enough.

She crawled across the hoard, it wasn't very comfortable. Maybe she would bring some of those cousins out here. She placed a claw upon Thalthas's might brow, his head once again large enough to swallow her whole. His dopey smile made this no longer frightening.

"Thalthas?" She whispered into his ear.

He stopped snoring and opened one eye.

"What do you plan to do with us?" Traptap considered and added, "The princess and I?"

Thalthas huffed and playfully rolled onto his back away from her. He scratched his belly with a claw and considered for a moment.

"The princess will be ransomed," he whispered, "Unless we can come up with a better plan."

"We?" Traptap questioned.

"Yes, we," Thalthas grumbled, "I accidentally gave you a little too much of my brainpower. I need you to stick around and help me with any plans from here on out."

"My Dra-" Traptap caught herself, "Thalthas? What are you suggesting?"

"I need you." Thalthas stated lust heavy in his voice, then he looked away embarrassed, "I mean, I need you to help me run things from here on out."

Traptap crawled up to him and put a claw on his exposed belly. He curled his tail in to cuddle with her.

"You can be my High Sorceress, my Queen. My Speaker," He let his voice trail off on a number of other suggested titles "my most trusted adviser" being the last. "What do you wish to be called?"

"Something other than Traptap," she admitted.

Thalthas was suddenly embarrassed to have given her that name in the first place. He scrambled for words then admitted, "I had been thinking about that. My mother... I never realized how much I missed her..." he shook his mighty head, "She liked the name Korriana."

The kobold considered it, spoke it aloud to herself, and returned with, "I would like that," not realizing she was rubbing his belly the whole time.

Thalthas sighed deeply, and lifted Korriana to a comfortable position atop his soft underbelly. She snuggled into his warm scales and found herself very tired.

"You know, most of the kobold girls lust after you," she teased, "I was never an exception."

Thalthas laughed nervously.

Korriana returned the laugh, "I had always imagined you in your true form however."

She felt the dragon's breathing stop momentarily, he otherwise tried to not respond to that. She had spent most of her life in awe and fear of him. The idea of being his equal was strange, but very exciting. Spotting the most obvious sign of arousal her Dragon was attempting to hide, she laughed.

But honestly, she would have to figure out how to make that work.