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The sun shone brilliant through the cracks of the single window in the cart, cracks in the curtain positioned to plant a beam of the light square upon the black kobold head. Nix let out a little yawn, quickly waking from a short slumber. A moment of peace interrupted by crippling soreness pulsating in every muscle fiber.

It felt wrong to move; every thought of moving was swiftly reprimanded by her innermost feelings. The world felt right, at peace even. With a supple body to rest on, and a glow of everflowing ease.

That precise moment is when reality struck, Nix's eyes flying open to see the blue scaled lizard gripping her and looking down with a smirk.

"Awake already? I was just getting used to it-" In a flash the kobold had already begun thrashing in Vick's grip, disturbing him in the process. It seemed she was going to get free, dragging a devilishly sharp set of claws against his chest. Her captor in a fit of fury grabbed Nix by the throat and hurled her against a crate, the wood cracking and snapping in half while she bore through.

He watched her fall limp, the overwhelming assault having suddenly subdued the kobold who had taken to hacking and coughing for the air slammed from her lungs. An odd drop of blood fell from Vick's crimson covered chest, dotting the hickory floor. The furious male examined the blood from his chest, feeling it between two of his fingers before muttering to himself "Stupid fucking kobolds"

His brow furrows, and a fist clenched he stands over Nix his teeth bared. "You finished trying to die?" The crude laugh following emanates throughout the cart, but the kobold seems too occupied holding her throat in pain. Hacking up her lungs in an attempt to remedy forces put upon it, collecting herself on the floor. "You better pick yourself up before I give you something besides your own spit to choke on" Vick plants a hard kick into his captive's stomach, once again knocking the air out of her. She begins to sob, and cries in pain, rocking back and forth on the cart floor.

After a minute of thorough inspection, he came to a decision, grabbing a long coil of rope and with another hand lifting the limp kobolds leg. "If you can't play nice, then I guess I'll have to spend the day teaching you" A few wraps around the leg with the rope was far from unnoticed, yet she couldn't harness the might to stop him from grabbing her hand and tying it behind her thigh. He tightened it soon after to squeeze a grunt of pain out of the 'bold.

"Stop your whining. You'll look cute."

With a few more wraps of the rope the knot was tied around her back, Nix attempting to weakly struggle against his advances. The black 'bold began to panic more than before but it was far too late. Any attempt to close up her legs would painfully pop her arms from the socket. In a last-ditch effort, the kobold wrapped her tail in front of her slit. "Oh, yea, and one more thing. . ." Vick grumbled, grabbing a rag and jamming it into his captives agape mouth, muffling any complaints she may have had.

Insults and grunts of fury turned into muffled frustrated groans. Vick took to gazing at his 'toy' who was still insistent upon struggling and making the whole thing much harder than it must be. "You know- this is a good look for you" His comment was swiftly reprimanded with a pair of amber eyes staring him down, and a grimace emitting rage from the bound kobold.

"Even better~" Vick chuckles, cupping a clawed hand around the female's head towering above her. His eyes wander before his hands, taking good stock of the plentiful possibilities before running his hand lower, feeling the soft under scales of Nix's neck, and belly taking great care to feel every gentle curve and subtle feature before arriving at her alabaster stained undercarriage.

The kobold catches a quick glance of a red knotty member quickly escaping its slit, once again giving it her all in an attempt to escape her fate, growling into her gag. A futile effort by any stretch of the word and quite the thrill to Vick. His member twitching, letting loose dribbles of precum drop against Nyx stomach. A nimble hand makes its way to Nix slit, prying her tail away and holding it out of the way underneath his other arm. "Teasing little whore aren't you? Don't worry- we'll get that out of you."

A single-digit slips past her folds, quickly finding its way around the kobolds inner walls. Its slow insertion leaves Nix writhing and legs twitching in the air. The black scaled kobold letting out a pitiful groan as the one-digit bottomed out to the knuckle, her once coiled body quickly unwound in the lizards grasp. "I see why dragons like your kind so much- so tight after so much."

Vick withdraws his digit and adds another, jamming it in with fervor to stretch her slit for what was to come. In a few seconds the lizard retracts his digits covered with moisture. The lizard having the decency to prepare himself, taking Nix's fluids and rubbing it up and down the knotty member resting inches away from such an inviting hole.

"Ready?" Nix watches Vick give her a devilish grin and a primal glare, a hand holding his throbbing dick while another takes grip of the kobolds shoulder. Who rapidly shakes her head, mumbling desperately. "Kidding- didn't ask" He inches forward, pressing the tip of his tapered member against his captives slick slit who lets out a muffled scream, begging for help, for him to stop but in between deep gasps for breath Vick thrusts his hips forward, the length effortlessly splitting the kobolds slit apart while lube after lubed inch, feeling rib after rib be inserted."You better get more used to this, a lot more used to this" He whispers into Nix ear, her head shaking back and forth while her form writhes in place, bound legs kicking out involuntarily in harsh spasms.

Emptiness overtakes the kobold, letting out a groan of relief as the lizard slowly pulls out to the very tip, making sure to make every rib felt before forcing his length in deeper than before. His knot pressing against her folds and pulsating with anticipation. Vick looks up to see how his mount is faring, and all he sees is a kobold begging for it, eyes rolled up and body shaking in fear. . . or desperation.

He presses forth once more into his kobold letting a hot fire of instinct carry him. To fill his slave with the hot fire every dragon should. Every pouding thrust further loosening up the bold beneath him in an attempt to break the vice-like grip her folds hold. His pace ever increasing, torrents of precum adding to the ease in which Nix's dragon can abuse her. Every rib, every textured inch sending her further into a sex fueled psychosis.

Minutes pass of mindless humping, the lizard hungry for release while pounding whatever resistance may be left in his limp lizard but to no ample crescendo. With all other options exhausted he pulls out, the kobold twitching with every rib leaving the body and trembling at the emptiness. Nix takes a deep breath through her nostrils and looks to the card around her. She begins to think of a way to escape, to cut the rope with her claws or to escape by moonlight.

A distinct moment of clarity of mind and body, wishing that she could be free. A moment interrupted by Vick as he turns her around and takes to lifting the tiny lizard from underneath her legs and wrapping his hands around his sluts head. Holding her in a Full Nelson grip."Not done with you yet-" The lizard mumbles, aligning his draconic rod with the kobolds hole before wildly thrusting his member back into the her, fucking his slave without limits.

Nix hears and feels the hot air blown against her back, her owner's breath picking up pace with every second of exertion. It becomes hard to breathe in the hot air and musk hanging around the cramped confines of the cart. The world begins to go black as seconds turn into minutes of primal pounding. Every thrust of the exotic member touches unknown reaches and presses buttons unexplored.

The world is shattering, Nix is shattering. Sounds of sexual exertion overtake whatever weak mewl could be made and even then be muffled. Every thrust was emphasized by greater strength put into each movement of the hips. A draconic need for more, the lizard pressing himself against the wall for greater leverage and continuing the thrust away. Now ready to give a proper fuck, devoid of all reason or logic and only having a need to breed. Her stomach bulged ever so slightly at the apex of each thrust.

The feeling of fullness was alluring, every neuron firing despite the fact that he was too big. One would never consider this healthy for any species of a kobolds size, yet every thrust brings a lackadaisical smile to the kobolds face. His thrusts become deeper, harder, filled with more rage as time passes. Every time the warm feeling of being filled came to be, the pain of being so stretched thin seemed to fade, and the idea of accepting this fate became brighter and brighter. Spending every day being overstuffed and filled with a clutch, free food and lodging. Worshipping the ribbed draconic prick day in and day out.

Yet, this fate hasn't been to be, not now With gravity on her side, Nix yelps and coughs up the rag jammed down her maw now soaked in saliva. With newfound freedom she begs to scream for help, sounds of mummering are heard. People are outside, and nearby! The possibility of being saved from this hellscape flooded the kobolds mind, her voice becoming ever more desperate as she begged for a saviour.

A swift reprimand comes as the lizard filled with fury presses the kobold onto his knot, the talons on his feet digging deep into the cart floor and a deep roar shakes the walls around them. The voices around go silent and all that is heard is the groans and moans of Nix, no rest being given with the lizard continuing to rut the kobolds abused twat even as load after load of warm draconian spunk floods the kobolds waiting, egg-filled womb.

"Lay a nice clutch. . . 'Full of strong kips- stronger than you!" He emphasizes the last part with a strong thrust, laying his head atop Nix's and sitting down on the cart floor. Letting the knot stay its course, his fucktoy weakly moaning as each twitch of the body further coaxes more fertile cum to coat her walls.

Many minutes pass, the world outside may as well not exist to the knotted up kobold, her ears ring and amber eyes stares off into an infinite void. The world goes black and the last thing felt is a weak torrent of cum.

Nix awakes once more, awake in a bed- every inch of her body sore to the touch. Her eyes shoot open to observe the world around her to find an alien room, one without Vick. A note lies next to the bed on the nightstand.

Before reading it, she throws off the covers and looks down at herself, to look for any injuries but all she finds are a new set of linen clothes. . . nice and fresh despite the bruised body underneath it and a heavy collar wrought in iron around her neck.

The letter begins. . .

Welcome to Keldreas