Bardic Scales 3
#35 of Tik Tik into the Wildlands
The miserable kobold Kret never thought she would find happiness in a backwater town that has used and abused her, but it seems her dreams have come true when this bard gives her all the attention she craves.
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The bard's lips work their way up along her chest, soon planting kisses on almost every part of her red underbelly. Kret shivers, each of those kisses sending a shock of happiness the likes she had never felt before. Never before had one of her partners taken such care to attend to her. They had always dumped off their lusts onto her, and left her with a few coin. This is the complete opposite, and it feels so wonderful.
His strong hands grab at her top and yank it off, exposing her now to the view of his own topless body. Her heart beats even faster as she sees his form hovering over top of her, that smirk on his lips showing his confidence.
The bard presses those lips down to her once again, kissing her neck. Kret hisses, her tongue flicking out gently. She gasps, feeling his tongue press to her scales, licking over her, taking in the taste of her flesh. He pulls away, licking his lips, and says "never had I seen a woman so in need of this. Before I go any further, you must tell me what you want from me..."
Kret pushes herself up, resting her bare back upon the cool wall of the inn, her eyes longingly staring into those delightful brown ones of his. She curls her toes on the sheets and takes in a deep breath, saying "I want you... inside me..."
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear" he said, chuckling as he wraps his arms around her back and pulls her up into his strong embrace. She squeaks as she is carried by him, resting her head upon his chest, her hands hanging onto his shoulders. With one hand wrapped around her back, he reaches down with the other, undoing the buttons on his trousers. With a clink and a thud, they fall to his knees, exposing his erect member before her. She gulps, wondering if it is too big for her little body, so she manages to squeak. "Please be gentle."
"But of course..." he whispers, unbuttoning the back of her own leggings. He holds her away, and she leans from him to allow him to pull the pants down off of her. Soon, her slit is free for him to see, though the angle also gives her chance to admire the pole that would soon be within her. She giggles nervously at the sight. It had to be one of the bigger she has seen, but her experience made it easy for her to take it, regardless. He moves his hands down to her butt, holding onto her from there, and looking into her eyes, saying nothing. She looks back up to him, smiling, and then nodding.
He pulls her in close once again, lowering her down onto his member. She gasps when she feels the tip enter through her slit. Her head tilts back and she shudders, feeling him shift as he seeks the proper entrance within her reptilian anatomy. She wiggles her hips, helping him along, until the eager shaft finds its way.
Kret growls, her neck tilted back, and the bard takes the advantage to kiss upon her exposed throat, his tongue brushing up along the location. He pushes his hips forward, his body moving in a smooth and rehearsed motion. A good singer, he certainly is, but he's also a rather great dancer, too! She hardly has to move as his body undulates, his cock pushing up into her, spreading her walls with its impressive size.
Her hands move up and down around his arms and she goes in for a taste, her tongue snaking out, pressing to his flesh. The taste of smooth skin and sweat delights her senses. All the while, her core builds up with more and more heat. The happiness that has been bubbling up within her since he first sat down threatens to explode right here and now, but she has to hold back, this has to continue longer. She can't lose herself now, like an eager young girl!
He apparently senses her coming closeness, since his thrusts become much more pronounced. Unable to fight against his constant attacks, and bouncing on his phallus like the little thing she is, he strikes her in the deepest recesses of her warmth, and soon, she throws her head back,screaming as climax enraptures her entire form!
The rest of the night is a blur to the kobold, a hot and messy blur, followed by strong, warm arms wrapping around her, pulling the blankets over her body and snuggling in, the musky scent of male filling her nostrils and easing her to sleep.
The sun filters in through the window in the morning, causing the little naked kobold to squirm and squeeze her eyes. She rolls over to hug her lover, but her hand lands on the bed with a "pomf." She blinks, her eyes adjusting painfully to the lit room to see that she is there alone. She bolts upright, head jerking this way and that, looking for any sign of her lover, but there are none. No stained shirts, no quill and parchment,and no song.
She gulps, slipping out of the bed and landing on the floor, her toes clicking along as she finds her clothing. She slips back into them, cold from the morning chill, and sighs. Happiness is indeed a fleeting thing for the kobold. At least she had the memories, and the scant savings from her failed foray as an adventurer. She pats her thigh and pauses, the warmth of the night swept away as if cold water was splashed over her face. Her purse with the savings feels unmistakably flatter than usual. She pulls it up and tugs at the lip to open it up. Peering inside, her worst fears are confirmed.
Yes... he is the opposite of the sailors. He treated her like a woman... and left her without a coin.