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Ashley pulled her lips off of his knot as soon as she felt those spurts dying down, rushing hungrily to lock lips with Claire, Iris following her. They kissed loudly together, tongues interlocking to gather cum and savour it, tasting the seed they got to share between the three of them. They couldn't fit their mouths together perfectly, so every Kobold could hear the slurping noises of their kiss, could hear every swallow and moan. When they pulled apart to take a breath, their mouths were connected by a line of dog semen, a spiderweb to tie them. During the kiss, Claire's paw had tracked its way up Ashley's body, outlining her gentle curves and contours. Claire sometimes envied her closest friend- Ashley had the perfect hourglass body while Claire was stuck with flowing curves that most men thought a bit too much- nobody would call her fat, persay, but she wasn't the thin masterpiece Ashley was.

She pushed Ashley's bra down, letting the laced fabric free her sizeable breasts, a little surge of satisfaction shooting through her as she realised that she was still a little more well-endowed than her friend. Not that it mattered... those perky, scaled tits weighed perfectly in her paws, a brilliant pastel purple compared to the midnight of the rest of her body. Ashley let out a little moan at the sudden stimulation, letting her paw drift in between Claire's legs to tease at the moist dampness she'd been shoving her own finger into just a few minutes before, those folds still wet and warm to the touch. A warm grunt escaped Claire's maw as that finger slid in, claw scraping against the gentle walls of her pussy.

Iris sighed and turned away from the kiss, a huff of sadness escaping her maw. It seemed like things always ended up like this, with Ashley and Claire getting it on together and herself being left as the third wheel. It hurt, made her feel like she wasn't worth either of their attentions or love. She got to get off to herself while they made out or fucked a guy together. Unbeknownst to her, though, Roger would never let that happen. As soon as he saw her dissatisfaction, he was in a completely different state of mind- one of domming, one of wanting to ram his dick in her and see her cum on him.

Roger moved away from the kissing Kobolds and locked eyes with Iris, the female looking down from his gaze, sudden warmth filling her. She knew that gaze, knew the warmth it made spread between her legs. A grin spread over Roger's face as he padded over to her, locking his lips with hers as soon as he got close enough. Her mouth offered no resistance, maw parting open to let his pink muscle slip in, mapping out her tastes and ridges, dragging over the tips of her blunt teeth. A shuddery moan escaped her maw, tongue naturally reaching out towards his in a passionate dance, looping and dragging, marveling at his puppylike roughness.

Her paw couldn't help but reach down to his member, running and tracking through the white tufts of his tummy fur, making cornrow-tracts in the softness there. His muscles hid beneath that deceiving blanket, lithe and corded underneath tight skin. They flexed with every breath he took, twisting to the side with his every tail wag, a powerhouse of strength and dominance. She caressed down his abdomen, eliciting a little grunt from their locked mouths. He pulled away and smiled at her, a dumb grin of affection and care.

"I love your body so much," he panted, a string of saliva connecting the two, a visual proof of the tie their emotions had on them. "Your curves, your eyes... You're perfect- real beauty. You don't deserve to be left out like that... And I'm going to make you my little princess.

The scales above Iris' blue eyes stretched as she gasped at what Roger had said, mind struggling to wrap around the meaning of it. Roger wasn't like anyone she had met before, wasn't someone that just wanted to use her for her subbiness and sluttiness. He wanted her happiness, not her vagina.

He brought his paw up to her chin, tilting her head so she was looking into his emerald-coloured eyes, rubbing the scales on her muzzle. Their eyes met, green on blue, gentle waves of her sapphire oceans crashing into his grassy shores, for what seemed to be ages before Iris broke the moment, looking away again. Roger sighed as their contact was broken, his focus once again pulled back to his member as Iris' paw gently closed around it, the organ already half-hard again, despite him having cum just a few moments before. There was something about being horny and knowing there was someone in front of him that depended on that horniness for her happiness that made his cock jump in her paw, hardening up even more.

Roger could barely stand, his knees and legs were shaking with the weight of pleasure, Iris' paw beginning to piston on him. She was slow and deliberate in her strokes, her nails dragging under his tip, pinkie held out to push under his remaining foreskin, Roger's spine tingling at the new sensations. His gut wrenched- he didn't want her hand on him, didn't want to feel her suck his dick. He wanted to have sex with her, breed her, give her his pups. No, not sex, he wanted to make love to this Kobold.

"Hey, Iris, my princess- your paw is great, but I want you. I want to fuck you, dear. Please?"

Iris didn't respond for a second, though her strokes slowed to a standstill like traffic in New York City, the tips of her fingers settled around the rim of his tip, still rubbing side to side.

"Anything you want, Roger... take me, use me..." Her blush was filling her face now, a testament to her legendary shyness.

Roger paused, thinking.

"No, I don't want to use you. I want to make love to you, is that alright?" he said, letting his paw drift up her sides and flanks, tracing up to her breasts, small and perfectly-formed. Her nipples were hard, easily found and circled with a pawpad, eliciting moans of arousal from her.

With a nod, she agreed. "Yes, oh, Roger, oh yes!" she said, grinding herself up and against her lover's legs, consumed by the passionate fire of her lust and puppylove. Roger gave her the positive affirmation she needed, had said things she wanted everyone to say, so her mind had elevated him to an almost godlike status. He stood upon a pedestal of praise and her own self-confidence, and she would do anything to satisfy him , especially if it meant raising her tail and getting railed by the dog she loved.

Roger smirked as she turned around, letting his paw graze her ass, cupping its petite firmness and noticing the subtle jiggle it held despite its size, mind drifting off to wonder just how much he could make it jiggle while they had sex. Luckily, he didn't have to think for long- his hormones wouldn't allow it. Lust and desire overtook him, and before a moment had passed he was pressed forward to her, sliding his dick back and forth between her asscheeks like a hotdog, smearing his pre over her scales and claiming both of her holes as his.

She made the cutest little noises at every slight brush of his tip against her clit, muffled whimpers and whines of desire. She needed to be penetrated, that was for sure, but this teasing was nice too, though "nice" didn't stop her from thrusting her hips backwards and grinding back against him, desperately wanting more and more.

After a couple more tedious thrusts, Roger pulled back and bent down over her so that his tip was lined up with her folds. Her warmth was pristine, sweat and desire leaking out of her, gathering in little drips that looked almost like his precum except a little more transparent. His mind went off on another tangent- wondering what that beautiful pussy would look like dripping from his juices, filled to the brim with his pups. Fuck, that was too much. With a bite on Iris' shoulder, Roger began to thrust in, taking it slow and careful at first, her walls tight enough to fit him almost like a condom.

None of the rest of the Kobolds were really paying attention to Roger anymore- Ashley and Claire were scissored into each other, their folds and clits rubbing against each other and slipping into each other, fingers scrabbling at whatever part of the other they could touch, grasping and rubbing on breasts and stomachs, not caring. They were too far gone in their ecstasy to notice that Iris was gone, their faces contorted into perpetual moans, shudders racking through their bodies in almost perfect sync. On the couch, the two Kobold who had stayed back were otherwise occupied- the pink one had slipped her spade-shaped tail tip inside of the blue one and was pulling it in and out, the ridge functioning almost like the barbs on a feline penis, scraping the pink Kobold's folds and sending her shivering into another orgasm.

The room was filled with nothing except the female's loud moans and the slicking noises of pussies being filled. It was a high like nothing else, being surrounded by five other people all inching each other closer to the next orgasm, almost like they were telepathically connected, to the point where Roger wasn't even Roger, he was everyone in the room. All that mattered was the sex.

A drunken-sounding giggle escaped Ashley's maw as she glanced over at Roger to see him plowing Iris, her paw coming up to point at them, shivering with orgasmic-trembles. Claire paused, staring over, a scowl of jealousy spreading over her face when she saw Iris' contortions of pleasure.

"Looks like the subby bitch does have a dommy bone in his body- though why he'd use it on Iris, I don't know," she laughed out to Claire, shaking her head. She wasn't being quiet by any means, she didn't care at all whether Iris heard. The smaller Kobold winced, a moan stopping in her mouth and her body clenching a bit. Roger shook his head, an urge to comfort the Kobold in front of him, get rid of the discomfort that plagued her.

He stopped thrusting for a second to lay down with his mouth next to Iris' ear, purring softly, "Hey, hey. Don't listen to them, you're beautiful." His knot was engorged, and it rested up against her folds, teasing that slit with the promise of seed and breeding and being tied together. Every twitching of his heart sent little shaking pulses through his dick, a couple of veins popping out, his tip pressing up into Iris' cervix. She moaned and ground against him, the stillness torturous as time went on.

Roger couldn't do it. Teetering on the edge of orgasm for as long as he had brought stars to his eyes, his head ringing like a pan dropped on the ground, disoriented and lost. He wasn't the creature in control anymore- that was lust, guiding him by the knot straight into her hole- lust and instinct. Millennia of feral evolution drew him to knot her to claim the bitch he had fallen for so quickly as his and his alone- the same part of him that drew him to hydrants and to be so possessive. He couldn't fight it, it was who he was- plus, it felt so, so good. Her tight pussy twitched around him one last time, walls caressing his shaft, and it was enough.

He felt like he was cumming before his knot even popped in, that tight hole barely able to stretch enough to fit his engorged, baseball-sized breeder. It didn't matter. A couple short thrusts, and he was in, his knot a seal to keep his pups inside of her until every one of her eggs was coated in his semen. His sack tensed up beneath him, his loins squeezing together until- sweet, sweet orgasm. Rope after rope of his seed shot into her, a river of cum surging out of his member and filling her petite self.

His paws on her belly could feel every surge of cum filling her up, a bulge forming in her normally small and flat torso. A shock of satisfaction went through him at a more existential level- he was having physical effects on her, was stretching her and filling her. Was there anything that could possibly be better than that? Gurgled, pleasurable moans came from her torso, orgasm spreading through her from the second his teasing knot breached her gates. They shook in sync, their climaxes a mutual, shared experience, the pink member and the body that had come to worship it one and the same.

With a start, Roger realised he needed to pull out some time soon- the girl's moans were already slowing down, he could feel the strength leaving Iris' body with every shot of cum he spewed. It was getting to be too much for her, stretching her stomach and making her feel like she had eaten a large Thanksgiving meal, though all she really got was the stuffing. He'd pull out in a few seconds, Roger decided- it felt so good, and...-

After a couple more moments, Roger noticed that he could hear liquid -his cum- sloshing around in Iris' stomach with every movement, and he knew that he needed to get out now. With a burst of effort, he pulled his knot out, cum splattering across the floor and his legs. It sounded almost like someone had pulled a suction cup away from a wall, or maybe a suctiony dildo- he'd had his fair share of experience with those. As soon as Roger stepped away and retracted his arms from their tight embrace around Iris, the Kobold slumped forwards, unconscious on the floor. Creamy white still seeped out of her folds, her whole body weight rested on her distended belly, pushing more cum out.

Worry washed over Roger, the haze of lust fading, replaced with genuine fear and sadness. Did he hurt her? Fuck, he didn't mean to, she was so into it, and she wanted his cubs, and-

"Iris! Iris, fuck, are you okay?" he asked, rolling her over onto her back. She didn't respond, breathing softly like a sleeping baby, eyes peacefully closed. He shook her again, trying to get her to snap out of it, he didn't want her to fade away, didn't know how hurt she was. She groaned a little, opening her eyes to see Roger standing there, worried.

She tried to sit up, but her heavily-filled belly weighed her down, and she offered a helpless grin up at the worried retriever. "I'm fine, that was just a lot- fuck, it feels so warm, and heavy... I can feel your pups inside of me, Rog."

Roger giggled giddily, thankful that she was okay, and leaned down to give her a kiss, gently pressing his maw to hers, their noses and snouts connected. As Iris parted her maw to kiss back and sigh into the embrace, a bubble of Roger's cum came up on her breath, milky-smelling and warm. He kissed back hungrily, knowing how completely his he had made her, loving it, though at the back of his mind he knew he still had more Kobolds to breed.