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The sound of clinking metal roused Acerva from what had been a most blissful slumber, with dreams of terrified humans running and screaming and giving her heaps and heaps of treasure, and she reluctantly pried open one vast blue eye to find her kobolds busily sorting and stacking the previous day's plunder--

And putting it into sacks. She roused herself with a growl, lifting her head, and all of the kobolds flinched as one. Once the dragoness saw she had their attention, she swung her snout over to peer down her long, tapered snout at them. "What," she rumbled, "do you think you are doing?"

A couple of them froze in fear, but one of the others spoke up. "Our scouts saw a large force approaching. Armed men! And horsed! We dared not disturb your sleep, but we made plans! Some of us will take your treasure and hide it."

"Illustrious Queen!" Another kobold's voice spared him from what would have been quite the bout of ill-tempered roaring--to think they would dare touch a dragon's hoard without her permission!--but as the voice belonged to a kobold she liked far better, she only snorted at him before turning her attention to the newcomer.

"Ilth," she purred, and when she dipped her head the kobold bowed deeply, only rising when Acerva directed her attention towards those who followed her into the chamber, staggering under the weight of the leather and steel they were carrying. "Perhaps you have a better explanation for what you're up to here this morning."

"Of course Queen! Our council met at dawn. There are too many humans to fight! Even for you. So we have a better plan!"

Her tail twitched in denial, but she supposed that if there were enough of them, and they knew what they were doing, they might pose a threat. But with what the equipment her kobolds had brought-- No, that wasn't armor they were carrying, it was plainly her size but it wouldn't offer nearly enough coverage. She peered at them uncertainly. "And what might that be?"

"We could not carry all your treasure if we hid or fled. And we know it cannot be lost! So we thought, how could we stay? We know they are here because you took their treasure. So we will convince them that you will not take more. Then they will not cause you harm!"

Her eyes narrowed, and she snorted a puff of dark smoke. "You would be lying to them, of course. There's still plenty more I could find and take."

"Of course!"

She rumbled. It was difficult to imagine the humans would believe her servants, or herself, considering her recent exploits and all the wealth the kobolds were presently moving into the tunnels. "And how will you convince them of this?"

"Well they will come and see, your hoard is gone! We will tell them that some may be returned, later." When she made a doubtful noise, Ilth continued, "and they will believe us. Because you will be our prisoner!"

That roused her up properly, and she arched her neck to glare nearly straight down at her kobold, growling deep enough to make the floor tremble. "Is. That. So?"

Ilth prostrated herself on the floor beneath her snout, but she nodded. "It-it-it is! Because they would never expect you to let us. Never expect us to pretend! No fighting needed! No running away! No losing treasure!"

She growled again, her tail twitching back and forth, claws clenching against the stone and relaxing again. More of her tribe had come and others had gone, some bearing parts of her hoard and some bearing--restraints, that was what they were piling up in front of her: whatever they'd put together to bind her, they must have spent quite a while cobbling it together, because they had quite a bit of it! She wasn't sure what exactly to make of that--though she'd heard them talk of attempting to snare some rival of hers which she of course approved of--but to see what they'd put together and know it was now meant for her... Hmf!

"It does sound... believable. But I don't imagine they would be willing to leave empty-handed, nor that there isn't something better we could do. Roll rocks down the mountain? Seal the entrance and finish the high tunnel? How was 'letting them in' your best solution?"

Three kobolds dropped a massive hunk of leather next to Ilth, and Acerva growled at it without even bothering to work out precisely what it was. "We have been watching, Queen! Always you stop them, but always there are more! Many more humans this time. Even if we win, how many will come next time? We must protect you!"

She lifted a paw. "But this would only work once. They would not believe you a second time."

"...no. But we were not ready for so many! Next time, we could be!"

She heaved a long, deep sigh, looking at the tunnel to outside, at the kobolds packing up the last of her hoard, then down at the kobold standing before her. "How long until they arrive?"

"Queen slept in. An hour?"

"Less!" called one of the others, who was stumbling under the weight of the treasure they carried.

Clearly she was going to have to explain that sometimes it was acceptable to wake her. She sighed again, her tail twitching back and forth, but-- "If you're wrong, they could kill me."

The thought of that nearly made Ilth cry, but she clearly seemed to understand the risk. "We will be clear. Tell them no danger, that they don't need to bring weapons or hurt anyone! We must protect you. There is none more important!"

That could be quite a lot to ask, when it came to humans, especially ones she'd recently scattered on a plundering rampage. But it must have been quite the column of knights to make her tribe of kobolds so troubled, and really, she sort of knew she'd get herself into trouble eventually. Ah well. She'd always sort of wondered what it would feel like to be defeated and captured anyway, especially when captured was far better than injured or worse! "Grrrrr. Very well," she said at last, and after a moment added, "you have my permission to give them a small amount of gold if necessary to ease their tempers."

"A great idea!" She clapped her hands together. "Please hold still. There is much of you to bind and you are very big!"

She was indeed a massive dragoness, especially to a little kobold's eyes, but she supposed now wasn't the time for preening over the compliment. Still--she hadn't realized just how many kobolds were waiting for her to say yes, and she couldn't help but flinch when suddenly it felt as if she was being grabbed from every direction by such a multitude of little hands! Her paws, the end of her tail, there even seemed to be three or four of them climbing up onto her back, but she couldn't look because Ilth and three other kobolds had unfolded that one big piece into a leather muzzle and now waited expectantly for her to put her own snout right into it. Her claws curling, she gave one more dramatic sigh before at last lowering her head nearly to the floor to help them get it onto her.

They weren't the only ones already pulling things out of the pile. One of her hind paws had already vanished into a mail-lined sack, and they did the same to one of her fores as Ilth started to buckle the stout muzzle onto her head. It was a multiple layers of stitched leather, not uncomfortable against her scales, but the muzzle covered her entire mouth, nearly forcing her to breathe through her nose and rendering those impressive fangs of hers--and her firebreath--useless. It also left her speech quite muffled, she discovered when she tried to ask, "hhnn llmg?"

"We will have them leave as fast as we can. They don't belong here. Cave belongs to the Queen. And her kobolds!" she said proudly, giving her a pat on her now-clamped jaws and checking that the straps were tight. "Feel good?"

"Good" was the sort of description of the muzzle that made her blush a little under her scales; 'comfortable for now,' would have sounded better, except that it came out as "cmmffrrmmbl ffrr nnm," which was less informative, and in the end she settled for just nodding in agreement.

"Good! Please roll on your side. It will help!"

Acerva took a moment to lift her head, swiveling to see what else they were up to. All four of her paws were encased in leather now, buckles above her wrists and ankles holding the mittens in place, and those on her back were trying to put straps around the upper joints of her wings, which she hadn't realized she kept twitching out of their reach. Moving slowly so as not to dislodge them too suddenly, she rolled onto her side, extending her paws together and returning her attention to Ilth: she and her helpers had another broad leather band held up between them, and at her gesture she put her head down again--only to yank it right away again when they tried to put it over her eyes!

"Nnmmphs mm bnnm mmmnf!" she huffed, her sudden motion knocking them all over onto their stubby tails.

"It will help!" she insisted. "Humans are sure to anger you, Queen. Especially in your cave! But if you cannot see them, if you have cozy darkness around, it will help! I am sure." Regaining her feet with the help of one of the others, they held up the blindfold again.

"Rrrmmn..." The sound of her muffled growl made her blush again, the base of her tail twitching, but in the end she acquiesced. Down came her snout to the floor, and then down came the blindfold over her eyes, the soft padded leather muffling her surroundings in blackness, and with a few tugs against it and the muzzle they secured it to her other headgear. From then on the dragoness could only lie there, going by feel as they bound the rest of her... except Ilth, it seemed, who remained by her snout, giving her gentle pets where her scales were still exposed and occasionally telling her to hold still, or fold her wing, or move her paws together. It was more comforting than she expected, especially as her increasing restraint seemed to stir an odd anxious fluttering in her belly, one that made her scales quiver and her hind legs tense.

She felt a collar draw snug just behind her head, and another at the base of her neck; once her wings were folded down properly, more straps than she could count by feel pinioned them, stuck against her back and hardly even able to twitch. Her forelegs were strapped together neck, where the mittens ended and in a few places higher up her limbs as well, while her hind legs received similar treatment, until it felt as if even standing up would be near impossible. And then they made it definitely impossible, asking her to move her fore and hind legs together so they were close enough to be tied together, ropes and straps wrapping around her limbs, leaving all four paws trapped in a bundle and forcing her to lie there curled up on her side. It left her feeling quite vulnerable, and she shivered again, making a wordless murmuring noise as she gently tugged the straps and felt how very immobilized she'd become...

"Hold still, Queen," Ilth murmured again, and she huffed, thumping her tail on the ground as if to say, where was she going to go? --then holding her tail still, too, as what felt like half a dozen straps drew tight around it at various points. Something pulled on all of them at once, gently curving her tail towards her back, Ilth gave her snout a couple more strokes...

Something prodded beneath her tail, and she flinched, legs wrenching against all the straps, tail pulling against all the bindings on it, her snout lifting to look back at her hindquarters. "Hhnnn! Whhhnn-- Nnnhhg!" Her muffled complaints were interrupted by a groan and a shudder, hind claws curling within the mitts: her squirming and protests hadn't stopped them from pushing something not-quite-rigid, slippery, and tapered partway into her rump. But with the blindfold on she couldn't see precisely what they wielded back there, and with the muzzle on she couldn't tell them to stop! Her snout drooped a little to huff when they pushed it deeper, spreading her rear further, and she couldn't help but let out a most undignified groan when it slid deeper still. She was not used to feeling something under her tail like that, not when there weren't any friendly-enough dragons nearby, and she was sensitive. And tight! Especially back there!

None of her squirms were enough to make them change their minds, and they slid it in further, forcing her to take the strain of a broad bulb before the plug narrowed down again, just a broad circle left pressing against her tailhole from that outside--and all that unaccustomed girth within! She writhed, panting out a few breaths... but all she could do was point her muzzled, blindfolded snout back down to where she thought she must have dumped Ilth when she flinched, and hope that her wordless mmmmfs would prompt an explanation.

Instead of getting the kobold to explain how on earth this could be necessary, she just got more: a second, more distinctly draconic phallus pushed its way into her sex, this one getting a much louder groan when Acerva found she hadn't realized just how slick she'd grown! From the binding, from the plug in her rump, or both...? Either way she felt her snout flush hot as they slid the second toy in slowly but surely, hitting quite a few spots that she knew liked to be touched but hardly ever got attention! Undignified as it was she couldn't possibly hold back her squirming, her panting breaths and her moans, her snout gradually lowering back to the floor as the shape of the head and the ridges gradually burrowed into her increasingly warm pussy... She felt further girth at her entrance and moaned. She didn't know how much they'd seen of male dragons, but they'd even known enough to give the shaft a knot! Just the thought of having to take it made her tremble, and even whimper in a most undragonlike way, but they had enough kobolds pushing on the base of the thing that soon, despite how tight and blushing and shivery their Queen was, the knot slid home, leaving both her tunnels feeling stretched taut right next to each other! She panted a few more heavy breaths, and quivered when Ilth found her muzzled nose again to resume stroking her.

"We knew Queen might be anxious. You might growl at humans and then they might not believe us! These will help distract you. We know Queen does not get to share her cave with dragons. Special treat! But we weren't sure--not too big?"

"Mmmnngh!" was the best she could manage, her hips jerking around the two thick toys, not even trying to push words through the muzzle. They sure felt big to her--and that they'd decided both holes needed stuffing didn't help! She writhed and she pulled on her strict hogtie and she moaned again, none of which did anything to dislodge them, or free her, or tamp down the arousal that had flared when she'd felt that kind of pleasure for the first time in quite a while. It didn't help that dragonesses had powerful instincts regarding what to do when they were knotted, nor did it help that she had so little experience with such feelings! "Mmmnng...!"

"Knew my Queen would appreciate. And now you will hardly know humans are here! Won't see them, will have distractions, we will keep them far away." The kobolds pulling on her tail were pulling it the other way now, making her tuck it down against her well-stuffed hindquarters and strapping it to her hind legs: it helped to hide how very, very full she was, perhaps, but also put a little extra pressure on the base of the toys! They guided her snout towards her paws as well, cords linking her collars and muzzle to all the straps on her legs and forcing her to curl in a ball: immobilized, gagged and blind, and writhing on the big phallic shapes stuck inside her.

"Nnnngh! Mmmnnhh. Nnnnhh..." She panted, still getting used to the sensation of it, the fat plug and the big knotted dragoncock occupying virtually all her attention. Every time she moved and even when she didn't she felt them, forcing her tunnels taut around them, achingly so in places and delightfully so in others, which left her snout flushed and her breaths coming as labored huffs through flared nostrils. They couldn't be serious. They were going to let the humans in? While she was like this? "Lnnnm mm mnnfff!" she tried to protest, wrenching her paws against all of the straps and ropes without success--and grinding herself onto the toys in the process, so she couldn't help but punctuate her efforts with a few embarrassingly horny moans. Now was not the time--

There were at least four kobolds petting her snout now, which did nothing at all to calm her down. To think they could watch her struggle--and moan--and wriggle her hips like that--and think this was exactly what they needed to do at a time like this! The bonds still holding tight, she slumped down, pulling on her powerful hind legs without success and shuddering as the motions led so naturally into just lying there rolling her hips back and forth like she was riding the dragons knotted in her... She groaned, labored and increasingly worked up by the sensations and even seemingly by the fact that she couldn't get out!

"Try to be still Queen! Must act cowed!"

"They will suspect tricks if you growl so!"

"Less struggling! They must think you defeated!"

She moaned pointedly back at them, her hindquarters bouncing. That would be a lot easier if they hadn't stuffed her!

"All will be well! Enjoy cozy darkness and good feelings."

"Nnnngh!"

"Time will fly! Act like tame dragon."

Another moan, but it seemed they had no intention of letting her out, leaving her with no option but to try to follow her tribe's advice. Relax, lie still, don't struggle. While bound, with two thick intruders under her tail, and humans coming up the mountain!

Definitely not how she'd imagined she'd face the challenge of a large force of armored knights.

Calming down didn't feel as if it was on her agenda; in fact, holding her hips still seemed to be entirely beyond her power. With each movement sending a little jolt of pleasure through her straining sex, the temptation to grind and grind for more was too strong, and with the sensations came little squirms, soft moans of desire, a longing for those shapes to thrust in and out of her like a proper dragon would instead of just... sitting there... stretching her and teasing her and making her crave it! A couple of her kobolds continued to pet her snout and murmur comforting things she could hardly even pay attention to, more aware of the sound of their voices than the actual words, while the rest left her range of hearing. Just her and a couple of attendants, trussed up in the dark, while her rump quivered and her pussy clenched and her bound tail kept both plugs pushed in deep--some Queen she was!

She ground her jaws in frustration underneath the muzzle, but there was nothing to do but take it. Take it like she was taking those plugs, and she clenched her claws in her mittens and shivered as another little humping motion jolted her. Ugh she could hardly think! "Mmnnhh!" Why did every male nearby have to be such a dick that riding theirs for some pleasure was the last thing she ever wanted to do? Acerva could hardly even remember the last time she'd gotten off, which only added a little additional urgency to her wriggling; if there could be at least one certain positive from this mess, at least cumming would feel nice... Really nice, if how horny she felt was any indication. Half of her wanted to get it out of the way right away, the other half cautioned that it would be unwise to be so spent when the humans arrived--like it would make a difference, she reminded herself when she tugged against her hogtie, shivered, and moaned past the muzzle. She was still tied up and defenseless!

The worst possible outcome would be for her to be close and needy and really going for it when they arrived. But she was slowed by indecision or perhaps rocking her hips back and forth just had an innately slow pace, and just when it felt like she was starting to get somewhere she heard new sounds out somewhere in the dark! Her kobolds could move near silently when they wanted, but a human knight, in armor? She could hear them coming from a long way off--let alone smell them--and the heavy tramping of their steps was enough to get her attention despite her embarrassingly worked-up state. Stop squirming, she tried to tell herself, concentrate! This would be an important encounter and if there was something she could do to influence it then she needed to focus. Focus. On the distant echo-distorted conversation that was approaching, not on the intruders stretching her so achingly taut!

"--a story that would at least be more likely for us to believe. And here we'd been told you lot were clever."

"Is true! No danger Queen-- ours! Tied!" Though their dragonspeak was passable, hardly any of her kobolds could speak human, and those who could, not well.

Three sets of human steps? Four? She gave the straps another futile, anxious tug, which made one of the kobolds pet her nose some more, and she bucked her hips a couple more times, clamping her snout tight trying not to moan--they'd be close enough to hear! "Right. So loyal to your dragon that you took her captive to help save us from her? There's no way. If this is a trick--"

"No trick. See? See!"

The steps lost their echoing quality as they came into the chamber, and Acerva tried as hard as she could to hold still. Calm breaths, she tried to tell herself even as her cunny twitched and quivered around the dragoncock spreading it. Lie still, relax, ignore the pleasure. Deep breaths.

Her hips twitched, urged by her heightened lust to try to find more of the pleasure she'd been enjoying a minute ago, and she strove desperately to stop herself, swallowing another soft, needy, anxious moan before it could escape her muzzle. She was a Queen. A mighty dragoness. She was stuffed tight and horny and tied down and she would not betray that in front of the humans! But the silence was stretching on and on and on and she just wanted to get back to humping-- Say something! Do something! Go away and let her get back to riding the dildos until she came good and hard!

"See now?" one of her kobolds finally squeaked.

A human came closer, slowly. "She... you..."

"They were telling the truth."

"They really did it!"

"Did!" One of the kobolds darted over, putting a hand on her snout. "No war against Queen. We train her no steal. No swords. Have peace! Best for all!"

"Hmm." The three humans muttered softly to each other, about whether they should be arresting her, if she needed punishing, where they thought the treasure was... She could hardly pay attention to it, though they weren't quite speaking quietly enough for her not to hear: she needed every last ounce of concentration to keep her body still and her breathing level. Now was not the time to be this horny, and yet-- She needed--

At last they finished their little conference. "Your efforts are appreciated. But as welcome as it may be for the dragon to cease her raiding, her plundered wealth must be returned."

She shared in the sigh of relief she heard her kobolds release--shared a little too much. "Hhhnnmm--" she moaned, before managing to stop herself, her whole body flinching and nearly sending her right back into her squirming and thrusts. Please--let them hear a defeated dragon and not a horny one!

"Can say outside! Queen not tame yet." One of her kobolds came to her rescue, and she could have given them the most fond nuzzle imaginable if only she wasn't tied up and focusing every fiber of her being on not moving a muscle to betray how horny and full of dragon cock she was. "Hear talk of treasure Queen be mad!"

There was another short silence, and Acerva wasn't sure whether to growl to make the suggestion more believable--or whether she even could growl rather than groaning in desire. Just-- go away-- "Agreed. We can discuss the return of our people's possessions out in the fresh air." After a moment he added, "I hope they keep you bound a long time, dragon. You deserve a lot more than just to surrender your ill-gotten gains."

"She does look far less fearsome this way," agreed one of the other men.

"I think I like her better this way. See her breathe fire through that. Think we could agree that she's only allowed to fly on our side of the valley with that muzzle on?"

Acerva shivered, huffing out a hot breath. She so wanted to growl at them, to roar or bite or batter them with her paws and tail. She should not be forced to lie there and listen to their insulting suggestions! She was a proud and fearsome dragoness! A very very horny dragoness trembling around two fat toys and just barely managing to hold herself together as those knots slowly drove her mad with lust, who just needed the humans to go away and let her hump herself wild in peace--

"Talk outside!" The kobold--kobolds?--who'd escorted the humans in hopped away again, and to her tremendous relief the men followed, thumping away in their heavy armor just as loudly as they'd come in. Still she blindly waited to be sure-- waited--

She couldn't take it anymore. Hunching her neck into her forelegs and moaning, she finally dared to let herself go, her hips writhing and her breaths coming in little gasps as she gave in to her desire once more, the pleasure and need slamming into her far more powerfully for how hard she'd worked to deprive herself while the men were near! She squirmed and she rolled her rump back and forth and she moaned, feeling the toys lean against her hot aching insides and jolting her again and again with the sensations. Yes! "Mmnnn!" Finally! Just needed-- even more--! The kobolds who'd stayed by her were stroking her nose again, telling her how good a Queen she had been, and she just groaned wordlessly back at them, not even trying to pay attention. If they wanted to be good they could go around to her hindquarters and make their Queen cum!

They didn't, not that she would have struggled much less regardless. "Nnnhhh, mmmnngh... Rrrrhhh!" The strain of the intruders' size and the stimulation very nearly forced the moans out of her while she wriggled there on the ground, her hind end twitching back and forth, the phallic shapes teasing. Teasing! She wanted to get off, near desperately now, but the plugs were only moving a little bit: with their knots and her tail holding them in place, all her thrusts felt good and yet also felt so slow. If only there was a dragon on hand to fuck her properly! But there wasn't, and she was in no position to find one; all she could do was keep on humping. And humping. Straining and trembling and getting increasingly needy as all her efforts worked her up, but didn't seem to be getting her close-- enough-- She couldn't even ask for help through the damned muzzle! She could just keep on grinding, and moaning eagerly for more, if only those big knotted toys could just come to life and pound her silly...

The more she writhed the more she longed for it. Her limbs yanked against the straps, her claws curled in the mitts, her jaws clenched and her neck and tail strained, and through it all she remained so frustratingly hogtied and helpless. To think she could get this worked up and yet be bound this tight so she couldn't even find the relief she longed for--it was infuriating! Her muffled groans grew ragged, her panting heavier, but all of her jerking and twisting about proved just as futile as the humping, and she sank back to the floor to collect herself with a long, muffled, frustrated growl. Her sex clenched around that thick knot and her eyes rolled back for a moment: the sensation of being so stretched was intoxicating and yet useless in her state except to make things worse. Trembling she tried to catch her breath, fuming and achingly horny; if her kobolds had gone to such trouble to make these things and shove them inside her the least they could do was make her cum on them!

"Rrnnnhhg. Lllnn. Hhnnf! Mmnk mm cmmff! Llmm mmff gmm!" She forced a couple of demands through the muzzle at the kobolds waiting by her snout. Wasn't the danger past now, couldn't they untie her already? At least do something about her arousal? She'd done as they asked despite how humiliating it felt and staved off the threat, now she surely deserved a reward!

But they just said, "shhh, Queen, the humans are still outside! Must stay calm. Don't worry! We will be here with you."

So either they didn't understand her or they didn't plan to help, or both. That she thought the meaning of her words was perfectly clear didn't help matters, but after struggling unsuccessfully for a few more moments she sank back down in defeat. Nothing to do but lie there and thrust herself mad with lust and denial, and she couldn't even bring herself to stop, not with the toys a constant stretching, teasing, tormenting presence! She bared her teeth, hidden behind the muzzle, and roughly wriggled her rump a few times, then gave up and slowed back down: it just wasn't going to get her anywhere no matter how badly she wanted it to...

At last, at last, after who even knew how long teasing herself she heard the scampers of a whole pack of her kobolds returning to the room. "Queen! Oh, Queen!" they chorused at her in a cacophony of their high little voices, clustering around her snout and neck and leaning against her scales for comfort.

"The men were so scary!"

"There were so many of them. Too many. We've never seen so many!"

"And they wanted to harm you, Queen! We were so afraid! Thank goodness they are gone at last!"

That got her to perk up a little: maybe the group hug was comfort for them but couldn't they untie their poor Queen if the danger was gone? She needed to cum! "Llnn mmm mmnnf!"

"It was scary. Too scary!" another agreed.

"Too close. Cannot happen again! Queen would be in too much danger!"

"We had to promise to return half your treasure! Only that was enough for them to go." That one was Ilth. "If we don't--if you steal again--"

A chorus of "no!" went up around her head even as Acerva groaned, too worked up to manage the indignant growl she wanted, and when she tried to struggle or shake her snout she just felt those thick toys again. Half of her precious hoard? "Rrnnn--nngh!"

"My Queen. We must keep them away. That means you must stop!"

She growled raggedly, in no condition to respond. Did they have to have this argument with her right now!? While she couldn't even talk back--while she was so stupidly horny? "Nnnnmm. Nnnnff!"

"The men are right. Queen, you must learn not to steal!"

A few of the kobolds made their own little noises of protest, nearly equal in volume to the dragoness's own thanks to the thick leather of her muzzle and her intense distraction. "Nnnhh!"

"To teach you! Queen. You will stay here until morning!"

Until morning? Like this? They could not be serious! She thrashed and she struggled and instantly the stimulation defeated her, nearly as well as the tight straps did: the instant any movement made her feel those big plugs, she just went back to wanting to cum, but she couldn't seem to find a way to do that on her own, let alone pull free somehow! "Nnnngh. Nnhh! Llnnff mm gmm!" she howled.

The kobolds were crowding around her snout and her neck; she could feel so many of their little scaly hands and bodies leaning against her nose and her jaw and the top of her head, and already they were falling into line with the decision Ilth and the rest of their leaders must have made. She couldn't sway them with a glare or an argument of her own thanks to her muzzle and blindfold, not that she might have managed anything persuasive considering how pent up she was getting... "If you want to be untied, you must promise not to steal. It's too dangerous! They might really harm you next time. We cannot lose you, Queen!"

She wriggled again and the torment of being so stuffed by those plugs but still unable to climax with them nearly made her try to beg that instant, but she was too proud--yet--to let herself whine from the denial. She appreciated their loyalty but to make these demands of her, to hold her prisoner like this--this was really pushing the boundaries of being loyal and protective... Except that they were 'protecting' her so well that she couldn't possibly get out. Let alone get off! "Cmm mmmnnnhh!"

"It will save you."

"Save all of us!"

"You'd get into worse trouble! You'll learn this way. Or you won't get out. Please learn, Queen!"

Acerva kicked and she fumed and she shuddered in arousal, her hips continuing to roll to mimic a thrusting motion for those phallic shapes as best she could. The constant sensations made it impossible to think and impossible to calm down, but no matter what she did she couldn't escape them or find relief--and now her kobolds weren't even going to let her go! Not until she agreed to give up her pillaging, something she would have thought unthinkable mere hours ago.

But now she felt as if she'd almost be willing to give it up just to bring an orgasm or two to her quivering, achingly stuffed cleft. And by morning--or perhaps quite a bit sooner, considering how her continuing needy self-teasing gyrations made her squirm--she might be very, very desperate to make that bargain...!