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This story was written for Teriyaki. It contains M/M sex between multiple consenting adults, size difference and magical lewdness. :3

Scraps the Divine

Scraps gave a satisfied chirp as his claws pierced another handful of dry, dusty earth and met with something other than more of the very same. In the distance, far up the narrow tunnel that the red scaled kobold had dug, he could hear a voice calling down to him. The voice of his master. The kobold scowled, then cowered immediately as though afraid that his master might somehow find out about his disrespect. No sooner had the voice of the human mage called down to him once again though, that scowl was quite firmly planted upon the kobold's features all over again, this time to stay.

"You worthless, steaming pile of fetid wyrmdung, don't you dare stop digging until you've found the tomb. I don't care if you suffocate, I don't care if the whole tunnel collapses in on you, I don't care if you have to dig through diamond until your claws fall off and you're digging with bare bone. Find me my treasure!"

Rolling his eyes, Scraps scratched at the object behind his latest clawful of earth. He pushed on it, he dug his claws in, and he smiled a toothy smile as he felt it beginning to shift. He pushed a little harder, then a little more. Dust landed upon his snout, and as he looked up he saw a few small chunks of earth falling loose from the ceiling of the narrow tunnel which he and he alone had dug out. Grunting with effort, he pushed harder. A larger clump of earth fell, and he heard a rumbling emanating from all around him. He heard his master cry out again, in frustration this time rather than rage, but muffled as he did so.

"Oh godsdammit! Am I really going to have to find another kobold to serve me?!"

The tunnel began to collapse. Scraps saw his life flashing before his eyes, a life of servitude punctuated by poverty, interspersed with a few sections of poverty ridden servitude just to mix things up. He sighed as he closed his eyes, waiting for the void to claim him, and then... with a loud, rasping squawk of shock, Scraps went tumbling forward as whatever had remained of the structure of the wall in front of him gave way, and he fell into a darkened, empty space beyond. Hurriedly he crawled on all fours to escape the rumbling avalanche of dry earth that followed immediately in his wake, and he coughed, he spluttered as dust filled the chamber. As soon as the dusty darkness cleared however, and as Scraps pulled himself upright and dusted off his long snout, his ragged clothes and his wiry, smooth scaled body with its periodically exposed tufts of coarse dark hair, he realised that there was something strange about this chamber. Something unnatural, which made him both immensely nervous, and eager all at once.

The chamber, despite by all accounts being close to one hundred feet underground, free from doorways in or out, and having been buried for centuries by his master's reckoning, was lit by flickering torches. It was spotlessly clean, the only dust present that which had just entered the room through the fresh hole in the wall, and aside from a single plinth in the centre of the room and the single object resting upon it, the entirety of this chamber was absolutely devoid of either life or indeed treasure.

Skittering forward on all fours before rising up to his full three feet of height, Scraps rose up onto his clawed tiptoes in order to peer up at what sat upon the plinth. It looked for all the world like a triangle of wrought iron, pure black, except of course for the arcane symbol embedded in it with shimmering gold. The kobold licked his lips, and instinctively rubbed at his crotch in excitement. Gold. His master... his former master if indeed he now believed Scraps to be dead, was an idiot. He had sent the kobold down here looking for a tomb. For the resting place of a powerful demon with the power to curry favour with anyone and everyone who laid eyes upon him. But instead, he had found his way to a different tomb containing a type of treasure that Scraps was far more interested in. The kind of treasure one could steal, and sell for delicious foods, fancy clothes, and many sessions in bed with handsome kobold men with smooth scales and even smoother, more deliciously strokable cocks.

He reached up, straining onto the very tips of his clawed feet to try and grasp at the triangular object, and swiped at it with his fingertips. It swirled and span upon the plinth. It rattled, it tumbled, it fell. With a cry of dismay Scraps flung himself to the ground to catch it, and sighed in relief as he hit the ground hard, only for a moment later the triangle of black metal to fall perfectly into his outstretched, upturned palms.

Then the rune began to glow. Scraps tried to throw it away, to drop it to the ground, but it clung with unnatural magic to the scales of his hand. His eyes bulged and he swung his arm around over his head, flailing his hand wildly.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Magic, bad magic!!"

The kobold rasped nervously, the light emanating from the glowing and obviously magical golden rune getting brighter and brighter. Soon Scraps could barely see his own hand, and not long after that the whole room was aglow. He closed his eyes tightly, the brightness of the light still burning into his vision like unfiltered sunlight. He wailed in pain, in misery, in surrender to whatever magical force he had awoken in this cursed place, wishing that he had never come here by his master's or anyone else's decree, and then...

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"Yes. O-oohhh, yes..."

The paladin stumbled slightly, veering to the left hand side of the corridor as he passed by another door only to see within, not upon the bed but lying on the floor of the room mere feet from the door, two bodies locked in carnal congress. The two men, one a burly draft horse and the other a lizard, were trembling in pleasure as they clung to one another. It was the lizard who was crying out, but mere moments after the leonine warrior saw them a frantic whinny escaped the horse. Thick ribbons of cum lashed the ground between his legs, and the lizard began to grunt and hiss in ecstasy of his very own as he too seemed to begin unloading deep inside the other man's ass.

Moving on, Daniel passed by another door, this one closed but with feral, snarling sounds of pure ecstasy coming from beyond as the door itself rattled and shook. The next was open, and he saw two sets of uniforms belonging to the city guard sprawled on the floor while upon the bed two vulpine men lay side by side, eyes fixed on the ceiling as they bucked their hips and jerked their cocks in near perfect unison. Their balls were hugely swollen, four or five times the size of an average fox's testicles, but that fact seemed to do nothing but delight them as they masturbated, yelping repeatedly in pleasure.

By the time Daniel reached the end of the corridor, his hand was upon the hilt of his sword. He did not want to fight, but considering the nature of this place, he feared he might have no choice. His god harboured no ill will to those who wished to enjoy one another's flesh, no matter their species, creed or gender identity. Rumour had it however that dark magics compelled people into this place, that the people who were here had abandoned previous lives, careers, families to enter this den of sin and debauchery from which few ever returned, and none returned unchanged.

Whispering a prayer to his deity, the paladin pulled his shield from his back and braced his shoulder against the door. He counted in his head, preparing to enter, to spill blood and do good in the name of the righteous protector of the realms.

Three.

Two.

One.

He burst into the room, weapon drawn, and...

His sword clattered to the floor, shield following it soon after.

"O-oh god."

Tears sprang to the lion's eyes. Great, shameful tears of sorrow and humiliation.

He had been such a fool. Such an arrogant, monstrous fool to think that any evil could be taking place here. To think that anything was amiss, that anything could possibly be wrong in the presence of such... divine beauty.

In the centre of the grand bedchamber into which Daniel had just stepped, there was of course a vast bed. Upon that bed no fewer than six figures lay, five sprawled around one grand, central form. A beautiful tiger lay at the head of the bed, stroking his cock while his face lay over that of the central form, the two of them locked in a deep kiss. To that central figure's left and right, two mice stroked and kissed his rounded, plump and red scaled torso, groping reverently at him with one hand while they too masturbated themselves with their remaining free, trembling pink paws. The two men lying down by the figure's feet were the loudest and most obviously desperate of the bunch, a rabbit and a lithe gecko bucking and humping their straining erections against the scaled feet and toes of the figure they were worshipping. Already those red scaled feet were glistening, and indeed as Daniel looked on the rabbit wailed in pleasure and began to spurt thick, fresh ribbons of cum all over the beautiful toes of the creature he was so raptly adoring.

By the time he was half way across the room, Daniel was unbuckling the leather straps at the side of his armour.

By the time he was at the foot of the bed, he was tossing his heavy protective gear aside, tearing the holy symbol fastened to a leather thong around his neck free and throwing it thoughtlessly down alongside his attire. There he dropped to his knees, and whimpered, groping at his swelling crotch within his undergarments as the figures on the bed shuffled and moaned, and the figure whose beauty had all of them so enraptured lifted his head.

A smiling, toothy snout and two sharp, beady eyes stared at Daniel. A cock that for the three foot size of the scaled creature was substantially larger than average twitched over a chubby, rounded stomach, drizzling pre-cum across scales stretched and swollen by months upon months of delicious, rich food.

"Hello my friend."

Scraps murmured softly, his voice layered with the eldritch whispers of his counterpart. His eternal companion and saviour, for whom his body served as vessel. The sound of his voice drew cries of ecstasy not just from the five figure surrounding him, but from each and every room in the complex of buildings. From each and every mind, heart and body attuned to his desires and needs, their own urges and longings amplified to rampant excess merely by the proximity of his presence. Even Daniel, brand new to this place and only just aware of this kobold's utter majesty, was far from immune. He grunted, and his eyes bulged as he realised that his incredible creature was addressing him directly. He shuddered, and blushed, and felt his cock twitching before he'd even really realised that it was already fully erect. The sensation of cum filling his undergarments was a new one to the paladin, but in that moment it was a thoroughly pleasant feeling. Such excess, such uncontrolled and abundant passion, it was only fitting for one in the presence of what was surely gods given perfection.

"What brings you here, to my humble home?"

Again Scraps spoke. Again the demon that he had set free all those months ago spoke with him, more than happy to play along with the kobold's little life of luxury for the time being, so long as Scraps provided him with a steady stream of pent-up mortals whose deepest, most potent desires he could set loose to feast upon scream by scream, orgasm by orgasm.

Daniel tried to speak, tried to answer the beautiful kobold, but all he could do was cum. Not just once, but again, and again as he heard those words ringing in his ears and twitched, gasped in awe at the knowledge he was being spoken to by such a supreme, superior being. Even when at last he found himself capable of drawing breath and with sense enough in his lust-addled mind to form words, they were simple, and strained in their urgency. His sword and shield lay forgotten, his armour abandoned, his holy symbol and all the vows he had made upon it and the god it stood for, worthless in the face of the kobold.

"T-to serve you. To devote my undying, u-unceasing love and lust to you, my lord."

The kobold hissed happily, and the incubus within him echoed those joyous sounds. For Scraps, a new lover to play with, strong and handsome as any he'd met so far. And for his demonic passenger, a divine soul upon which to feast. To corrupt, and to darken with the extremes of wild, shameless pleasure.

"I am not your lord. I am no-one's lord. I am their lover... and yours too, if you will have me."

A strangled sob of joy escaped Daniel as he scrambled to his feet, leapt up onto the bed, scooted between the two figures still humping at Scraps' feet, and bowed his head to wrap his lips around the kobold's erect, throbbing cock. To be in the kobold's presence was heaven. To see his bare and beautiful body exposed and aroused was rapture. But to be offered the chance to call him lover, and to act upon that title accordingly... he would have done anything, anything to have made that happen. And to be offered it without the slightest toll, with no penance or vows on his part required whatsoever? Oh, to think that he had wasted so much time in the service of a god so callous and indifferent by comparison, when this life was right here and ready to welcome him.

Hungrily, lovingly Daniel suckled upon the chubby kobold's cock while all around Scraps his other lovers tended to and toyed with him as well. It was his newest lover's head that the kobold stroked as he felt himself rising towards orgasm however, and the lion's lush mane that he gripped at, grunting and hissing in ecstasy, as he began to convulse in climax soon after. As his hot, thick and demonically infused cum poured down Daniel's throat, and as all throughout the building hundreds of other men and women began to howl, to thrash, and to scream in pleasure alongside him.

"O-oohh yes. Yes, t-that's so good..."

He moaned as he humped and emptied his balls out into the quivering, cumming lion's eagerly working maw.

"Make me cum. Ah. Ah. Drink me, d-drain me... a-and then... oohh yes... as I rest, perhaps you can take that shiny armour of yours into the city market, and trade it for some baked goods. I... ah , I love to cum. I love to share myself with my sweet, devoted lovers. But... by the gods, mmmhh , there's nothing I love more after sex than cuddling with my dearest companions, and feasting with them upon sweet pastry treats... so we all have the energy we need for our next round."

By Jeeves

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