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A deep rumble came from Wairu as he waited. The noise was neither annoyance nor impatience. It just was. The Ha'Dareash's tail twitched slightly as he mediated. His was a rare breed. Snow white fur striped with midnight black. All layered over sturdy, bronze-like scales. A smooth blending of tiger and dragon. Ferocity and power wrapped around a core of serenity. Most of his travel gear, and even clothing, lay in the corner of this storage room. The male waited in only the simplest of his robes.

His ear twitched at the sound of footfalls. Quick thudding, the bare scraping of manicured talons on wood, a stumble. Slit-pupiled eyes cracked open as he held his breath. In the dark of the storage room, he all but vanished. Only one person in the Royal Library knew he was here. Last thing he wanted was for some other servant to stumble upon him and call the guards.

The steps slowed. Hesitated. Then a bare rap at the door. A familiar pattern that made his muscles relax. Amirine cracked the door open a second later, "Wairu?" she kept her voice as low as possible. The bare whisper almost drown out by the sound of her armload of scrolls tumbling into the room. "Ah... crud." The grayish purple dragon-raptor librarian dropped to her knees and started scrambling to get the dropped scrolls. Which only caused her top drop more. "Sassafras!" she dropped a friendly curse, her glasses threatening to fall from her muzzle.

With the room's serenity well and truly shattered, Wairu eased from his resting place. The larger male calmly gathering the scrolls. A bare hint of a smile crawled across his muzzle.

Amirine was so flustered she failed to notice where Wairu was until they both grabbed a scroll. Her head jerked up, nearly slamming her nose into his chin. The librarian squeaked and jumped back, immediately stumbling over her own thick tail and falling back. "AH!" a large hand closed about her muzzle, cutting off the call.

Wairu leaned forward, muzzle passing from shadow into the light that spilled from the hall. The large male quietly touched a finger to his lips, and peered past her into the hall. Amirine's eyes went wide as she lay there, heart hammering in her chest. All thoughts of the dropped scrolls vanished as she found herself consumed by other ideas. The male's warmth as his weight pressed her to the floor. That feel of his body gliding against hers. His robe loose enough to brush against her body. Whisper over her breast, and...

Oh fudge.

A glance down confirmed that the deep red top had slipped. Her ample breasts lay, exposed to air and her co-conspirator. Wairu didn't seem to notice and she was too stunned to move. Part of her wanted to shriek in shock and shame, cover herself. Another wanted to curl her legs about the male and draw him in. Yet she couldn't even breathe as he loomed over her. His long mane spilling over his shoulder as he peered out into the hall.

Deciding that no one was out waiting, he shut the door and sat back. Amirine felt both relieved and disappointed. Then she felt that breeze across her breasts and hurriedly tucked her top back into place. "Sorry," she whispered.

"It is quite alright," his rumble rolled from the darkness. Sound of flint on steel warned her an instant before he lit a small lamp that hung from the rafters. He smiled as he settled himself into a comfortably seated position. "It is good to see you again." He shifted, "You said you had something for me?" Wairu adjusted his gaze, looking at her face. It had been... distracting to feel her breasts against his body. How her leg had brushed his. It was taking a great deal of focus to ignore the growing tightness in his loins. Especially as his mind offered visions of the librarian offering herself up to him.

"Ah..." she started, her mind racing with just such thoughts. Lustful visions of flinging her legs open and flicking her skirt aside. It was all that stood between her, him, and glorious nudity. Her fingers itched, twitching towards the long loin cloth that lay between her legs. All it would take would be a little flick and she could expose herself. What would he think then? What would he do? "Yes... I have something for you..."

Amirine sat up and shuffled through the scrolls. "It took a lot to get what you were asking about. Some of the records were missing, others hidden." She clicked her tongue, "Not surprised a self-proclaimed Thief Chief could make some vanish." The ness' grin broadened, "Didn't know about the copies we had." Shuffling closer, she leaned down and spread the scroll out on the table. "Accounts of missing people." Her fingers traced over the scroll, "Stolen goods. So much more."

Despite all his training, Wairu found his gaze dancing from the scrolls to her. The honest excitement on her face as she laid out one scroll after the other. While a part of him registered everything she was telling, the rest of him could only focus on how lovely she was.

Amirine's thick tail swayed behind her, whispering off the floor. "So what do you..." she turned, stalling out as her muzzle brushed his, "... think?" They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment. His nostrils flared, breathing in her scent. That lovely blend of her own aroma, aged parchment, and growing arousal. It was enough to make his body start responding again. His long-ignored loins demanded release. He'd trained his body and spirit so long, ignoring the primal calls. Now here with her? That rumble became a roaring beast that refused to be ignored.

Oh what the hells?

"I think," he kept his voice low, "maybe I should thank you." He reached up to stroke her jawline with a finger. "For your service in this matter." Her lips quavered as she leaned into the touch. "What would you ask of me in return?" Wairu's voice dropped to a whispering growl. One last moment of peace and bliss before the ordeal he was facing. "Your wish is my command."

Her mouth was bone dry. The dragon-raptor panted, each breath bringing her his wonderful aroma. Forgotten scrolls crumbled as fingers clenched and relaxed. He was her world right now. Her mouth worked, trying to form any word at all. What could she even say right now? What did she want from him. "Be gentle," was all she could manage.

"As you wish."

Then he kissed her. Lips just barely brushed hers before he leaned in. Her mouth parted in a gasp as warmth shot through her. Wairu took advantage of this to deepen the kiss. His tongue wrestling its way past hers and into her mouth. Amirine could only whimper and melt into his touch. Eyes rolled back in her head as the ness grabbed at his robes. Her breathing picked up as his hand brushed her exposed belly. Torn between following where his hand went and how her tongue rolled with his.

Wairu's light touch swept over her body. The ness' skin crawled and tingled with erotic energy as she arched into his embrace. A clumsy twitch of her tail swept the table clean. Taking this as some unspoken signal Wairu lifted her. The far larger male easily scooping her up.

He broke the kiss as he sat her on the edge of the table. Amirine pulled away with a gasp, her glasses slipping on her muzzle. She stared at the blurry male as he leaned in. His lustful growls shaking through her.

Her top fell away from his might, leaving her breasts exposed. She barely had a second to register her exposed chest before his hand cupped one and maw engulfed the other. Thighs shook as the ness rocked towards him with a gasp. Oh heavens! The feel of his tongue, his touch, his breath! Everything had her on edge. Her entire body hummed with the thrill of it. She arched into him, eagerly offering her body up to him. The ness bit her lip and whimpered as he lavished attention upon her breasts. His focus moving from the peaks of her nipples, to the supple flesh, and back.

Wairu's maw shook with a purring growl. Eyes narrowed as his manhood pressed against his clothing. The warrior monk tugged at his sash and rolled his hips. All it took was a smooth motion to shed his clothes. Even then he couldn't help but shudder as the air brushed over his flesh.

Fingers brushed over his hand. Amirine looked up at him with flushed cheeks. The lovely librarian tracing his girth. Feeling the heft of his barbed and ridged member. A nervous breath slipped free, growing into a gasp as his fingers teased over her teats again. His touch stayed light as his hand swept down her belly. Over her thigh. Under the cloth. The barest of tugs freed her of her remaining garments.

Amirine worried her lip as the male slid over her. Her legs gladly parting for him, sliding over his thighs. He rumbled his pleasure, stepping over her tail. She stretched, panting towards him. Breath coming in faster, shallower gulps. Nails rasped her leg, lifting one up as he moved in. The other nestling the throbbing length of his manhood against her. The slow nudge and rub of his barbed crown against her lips drew a gasp from both.

Then he paused.

Both waited, feeling the warmth of the other. The slow trickle of her excitement joined with a hefty dollop of his precum. Eyes locked as his ears perked. She looked up at him with a nervous smile. Reaching up to play with one of her curved horns. After the nervous touch, her hand drifted to feel over where their flesh met. A hesitant brush over her own lips before venturing to his shaft. Breath caught in her throat as she felt him throb. Leaning back, she took a breath before giving the barest of nods. He smiled and licked her lips, "Gently."

Her pleasured gasp was music to his ears. The barest bit of pain flavored her pant as the large male began to spread her. She wasn't virginal, but... well she wasn't out there having trysts on a regular basis. Her gaze dropped to their joining. Staring in awe as he stretched her further. How her folds parted and thighs quaked as he fed himself ever deeper. The pent-up ness feeling as if she were already on the verge of climax.

She wasn't the only one. It was taking everything Wairu had to not bury himself in her. To just unleash his bestial side and rut her until neither could walk. His eyes closed as he stopped a couple inches in. Taking a moment to find his calm again. They had all evening, why rush it?

A light touch to his cock made him shudder. Ridges flared as a heavy drop of precum rolled into his partner. "Heavens," he gasped, "this feels so good..." She could only manage a whimpering moan. Gripping the table tightly as her jaw trembled. Body arched towards his in offering, eagerly waiting for the next stage of their love making. Amirine's eyes rolled back as her glasses slipped from her muzzle, casting the room into a dreamy haze.

The barest shift made her squeak. Her insides trembled around his member. Walls stretched nearly to their limits. She could feel every vein, every ridge. He could feel every tremor, every shake. Wairu rolled his head as those light fingers trailed down his cock to the base.

Click.

Icy cold metal closed about his base, then was shoved forward into his knot as another ring snapped into place. The monk's eyes snapped open as a snarl lifted. Before he could do more than register the first two rings, a third joined their ranks. It fastened just behind his crown and pulled tight. His snarl lifted into a shocked yelp as they caught the male off balance. The raging manhood slipped from Amirine with a lewd slurp. His length raged against the restraints as he twisted.

The lamplight did little to reveal the room. What had been intimate was now intimidating. Dozens of shapes moved through the long shadows. Giggles slipped from behind crates to taunt him. He only had an instant to register the heavy ropes coming from that trio of rings, vanishing into the dark, before they pulled taut.

Kobolds. His mind raced. Only thing that they could be. Few things were this fast or silent, at least until they were ready to strike. The Thief Chief loved to use them, small and clever as they were, they could get places others couldn't. They weren't attacking, not with weapons at least. That realization made a cold knot form in his gut. If they weren't trying to kill them, then the kobolds were likely after one thing.

They wanted to capture them alive. What for, there was not telling. The thought of it filled him with a cold dread. His fur bristled and stood on end as that fear crawled up his spine. What plans did these creatures have for him? For Amirine? Especially with these unusual tactics of theirs.

His jaw clenched as the bindings pulled on him from different angles. The tension only made his knot engorge and twitch.

"Look at that!"

"He's loving it, isn't he?"

"What a perverted one we have!"

Voices called from the shadows. Kobolds taking up the chants of, "Pervert!" and "For shame!" even as he stomped on the ropes. Trying to keep them from dragging him about by his cock. His growl deepened as he held tight to the rope and twisted. Letting it twine about his foot. A yank made his captors stumble and scrape in the shadows. Yet they continued to jeer and cackle. One even going so far as to lash out with a rope. The strands lashing dangerously close to his bared cock.

Training took over. He twisted and ducked, eyes trying to seek out his attackers. Even as he sought them out, they struck back. Small, fast forms barely more than a streak as they darted in. A yank made the ring about his cock tighten a click. The male's back stiffened as he stifled a gasp. Even that single click was enough to make his cock throb. Blood getting that much more trapped. Ridges flared and veins throbbed, his privates becoming that much more engorged. Which left him staggering for a split second. The edges of his vision going dark as the blood rushed from his brain.

Not that he'd go down that easy. The large male snarled and twisted. Each stomping kick thundered through the room. His kobold attackers yelped and scattered. More laughs springing from their comrades.

From the corner of his eye, he caught another bit of motion. Body twisted and turned, leg swinging high to break whoever it was.

It was Amirine.

The poor librarian couldn't even yelp as the kobolds drug her into the shadows. The dragon-raptor heavily bound already. He caught sight of a pair of large plugs stuffed between her legs. Thick straps bound her muzzle, and ropes coiled around her body. He had but an instant to process her pleading look before she vanished.

"Amirine!" he managed to snarl, making it a mere step before the kobolds struck again.

One bold bastard shot up behind him. Should slammed into his tail base, throwing him forward a half-step. That was all the space they needed. Something cold and unyielding pressed under his tail. The polished bronze plug twisted against his pucker. Slamming past the ring before he could fully register it. Teeth clenched as he held back a yowl. Not letting these fuckers know how much it stung.

He twisted and lashed. Somehow managing to connect with the kobold that had plugged him. He grinned at the solid feel of that kick and the satisfying sound of it flying into the rafters. Yet this left him open. Without his foot to pin the rope, it snapped taut and tightened the second ring a click.

Wairu swore he heard metal straining as his cock throbbed. Each beat of his heart tested the bonds. Threatened to snap them off his manhood as it grew. That knot shifting from a blood red to a deepening purple. Precum spilled to the wood floor as his entire body hunched and seized. He felt his gut clench, not from pain, but rather from the intensity of his own erection. It was threatening to break not only the bonds, but him. Heavens knows what it would have done to Amirine.

He shouldn't be thinking about that right now. Hells, he could barely think about anything right now. His head was starting to throb in time with his heartbeat. Both his heads. He spared a glance down and staggered. Staring dumbly at his own cock. He'd never been this hard before. That plug made matters worse. His poor rear stung and clenched in time with that ever increasing heartbeat.

Something had to be done about that plug.

Reaching back, he felt that massively thick plug. Nails scraped off the metal and made it hum. The vibration drew a breathy hiss from the male as his hips jerked. Raw pleasure shot through his frame like lightning. His hand clenched, nails scraping the plug again.

Cackles rang from the kobolds. The assailants mocking him, mimicking his moans and hisses. He started to snarl something back, head whipping about to glare at the attackers. That quick motion made him stagger. Too much blood was getting trapped in his engorged manhood.

Ropes bit into his wrist as a kobold bolted under him. He barely caught sight of a toothy grin as the creature shot under his tail. As it skidded across the floor, it's tail swung up and struck the plug. Wairu's body went stiff as the plug rang inside him. It felt like he was trapped inside of a bell, or rather that he was the bell. He couldn't breathe as his cock pulsed. Eyes rolled back in his head as the kobold pulled at his wrist, threatening to tip him over.

That instant of weakness was all the beast needed. The rope wrapped about his other hand and pulled it tight, forcing both behind his back. He tried to snarl, but could barely breathe. The large male thrashed weakly as the kobold climbed his back and shot around him. A thick tail smacked his cheek, not hard enough to sting. More and insult than anything. It was over him in a flash, darting down his front and between his legs. Fingers brushed over his cock, teasing the ridges, and then past. It threw a loop of rope around his cock and secured it. Bolting back into the shadow.

Wairu gasped, eyes rolling in his head. He tried to thrash, pulling at the arm restraints. No good. The instant he tried that, the ropes yanked at his cock and made him shudder. So his hands were a no-go. He could still fight. He had his feet and legs still. It was hard to think though. He tried to fight, to press on. The kobolds were mocking him now. Darting closer. Slapping at his thighs and tail. Rubbing the plug to make it hum inside him. Touching his cock. All while they danced and sung about him.

Ropes lashed at him. Some merely struck his body, others wrapped about parts of him. They tightened over his tail and hands. Twined over his muzzle and about his neck. None bound his legs or coiled about his neck. Yet he was feeling faint, light-headed. He could barely stand, let alone fight. Yet he pressed on. With a defiant shake of his head, he opened his maw to bellow a defiant roar at them.

Only to have them shove something hard into his maw. It stretched his jaws, forcing its way past his lips. Ropes pulled his muzzle shut around the orb, gagging the male. He groaned and shook his head, trying to think. There had to be something, anything, he could do.

The skilled trappers moved in at that moment. Ropes and cords lashed about him. They coiled about his chest and waist, pulling his cock upwards. Not that it needed help lifting. In seconds, they'd fashioned a harness about the male and his cock. Keeping it lifted and pointed forward. He couldn't move his head, hands, or even his tail, without pulling at his abused length. Wairu couldn't even hang his head in defeat. No, their restraints forced him to stand tall and proud, lest something be pulled.

His captors slunk from the shadows. Wide grins plastered on their muzzles. Amirine followed in their wake. The ness bound as tightly as he was. Ropes formed a lattice on her body, pulling her thighs tight, and making her breasts stand out proudly from her chest. Her tail was bound to a collar, forcing her to walk with it lifted high. Some kobold had even found her glasses and laid them on her nose. Bells hung between her legs and rang with each step. They must have been bound to the toy in her slit, because she shuddered visibly with each ring. When she tried to shuffle, the kobold would snarl and spank her rear, making her jump and squeal around her gag.

She looked at Wairu pleadingly. He could only avert his gaze as shame fell over him. If only he hadn't been so distracted. Why had he given into his baser desires? At the very least, he should have cleared the room before engaging her.

Kobolds whispered and muttered before one went for the door. Two took Amirine's leads and pulled, leading her out. Six took his leads, two to each rope on his dick, and pulled. Wairu shuddered, snarled, and stumbled forward lest they tighten the ropes any further. One grueling step after another, he was lead from the room and into the hall.

It was hard to breathe, impossible to focus. He could barely keep moving forward. Each step was a herculean effort. Only made worse by the kobolds. They would pull at the ropes, steering him down the hall as he staggered. Others danced around him, taking turns to touch and stroke his cock. They lavished him with all the attention due a lover. Yet their cackling and cavorting only made it worse. He didn't think it could've gotten worse than the rings. Yet they knew how to stroke him just right. How to tease him that much more to keep him excited despite himself.

He tried to focus on something else, but the world was hazy. The amount of blood needed to keep his impressive manhood in this state left him dizzy. He felt as if he were on the verge of fainting. Yet they seemed to know just how to keep him moving. One foot in front of the other. Soft aches from the fight starting to creep in. Those stings and bruises enough to keep some awareness there.

One particularly devious kobold skipped around Amirine and dipped between her legs. His fingers danced around the toy, jiggling it just a little. Enough to make the dragon-raptor shudder, her hips jerking back as she walked. The kobold skidded between her legs and leapt. One hand grabbed Wairu's harness as and pulled the captor up. The kobold's toothy grin filled his vision before covering his muzzle in Amirine's juices. Now he couldn't help but smell her sweet, intoxicating aroma.

Eyes rolled back as the male groaned, barely aware of the world about him. Certainly not as the kobolds lead their captives back through the hidden corridors. The same ones Wairu had used earlier in the day. He wouldn't have known that. He barely knew where his own feet were now. Much less where in the castle they were.

Cold air washed over them. It was a small relief, but the tantric touches kept him on edge. Especially as voices called out and a deeper one answered. It wasn't until a bucket of icy water splashed Wairu that he was able to come out of the stupor.

And found himself face to face with the Thief Chief. Blue-black feathers shimmered in torchlight as the male chuckled, "Well, what do we have here?" the deep voice rumbled. The dragon-like male stepped back and looked over the warrior, "So we meet again, Wairu. Must say, I think I like you better like this." The thief reached forward with the lightest of touches and stroked the male's cock. "Certainly nice to finally see this."

Wairu snarled around the gag. He knew this avian, Xeng the bard. An ally that had given him countless tips. Feathers mantled in a grin, "Oh there you are, recognize me now do you? Perhaps I should introduce myself properly. You know me as Xeng." Light steps carried him around Amirine, sweeping with his arm. He spun the ness around to face Wairu, "She knows me as Ten." He casually cupped her breast and kneaded it, fondling her with every bit of passion Wairu had. "Though if you'd had time to look through your little scrolls, you'd have found the name Teru." A talon circled her nipple, drawing it to a peak. "Now that the introductions are out of the way. Why don't we all have a kneel and talk?" Teru nodded at the kobolds. Ropes were pulled and hands driven to knees, forcing the bound pair to kneel. "There we go, just like proper servants. Kneeling before their Chief."

Teru didn't kneel. Rather he kept nearly dancing around the pair. Feathered tail and arms brushing their privates, hands stroking them tenderly. "I know you two were plotting against me. Why else would I leave copies of those records?" He glanced towards Amirine and cupped her chin. "Or remind you of them before we..." his beak clapped near her face with a grin. Her cheeks flushed a deep purple as she squirmed. Made worse as his fingers explored her lower lips. Casually spreading them, teasing her clit, running slow circles about her stretched folds.

Spinning on his heel, he swept in towards Wairu, hands resting on the monk's thighs. His voice lifted in a sing-song. "Or why would I remind you of the library? Mention that cute little librarian who fancied you? All while I made the slightest of passes at..." his hand dipped to curl around Wairu's manhood. A shiver raced through the thief, "Ooh that is a big one." Head angled a bit, "Don't think I'd even be able to fit it. What do you think, Ami? Heard he was getting pretty deep in you." The bird lifted the cock, "Think he'd be able to get all the way in you? No? Well, could try later."

Wairu glared at the bird and growled low in his throat. All while his cock surged back to life. The splash of icy water had cooled him some, given him a chance to calm. Yet the thief was steadily working him back up.

"Oh don't give me that face, Old Friend." Teru gave Wairu's cheek a pat. "I just nudged you two in the right direction. Took me a few days to set everything up, which is why I parted ways. Couldn't let her see me, say my other name, and then have you get suspicious."

He sighed and turned, pressing his back into Wairu's chest. The avian arched with a hum, rear tucked into the male's lap. All while he reached out to tease Amirine. One hand danced over her breasts. Teasing the bound mounds. All while his other dipped to jingle the bells. Each chiming vibration enough to make her thighs quake. "I had planned to catch you outside. Give you a chance for a fight before I caught you." Teru wiggled his hips and pressed back. The motions tender, teasing, enough to make the large male huff and shake his head. He couldn't pull away. Even as he tried to gain an inch of breathing space, the kobolds pulled at the restraints and forced him back in.

Teru craned his head to look at Wairu with a grin. "Imagine my surprise when one of my little lovelies raced back here to tell me that you two were getting hot and heavy. Now maybe I should have let you two..." he trailed off as his tail feathers flicked, tickling the male's knot. "But it's so hard to drag two people out when they're tied together." He angled his head as if in thought, "If we'd waited until you were drained? Well, you would have been more focused." His voice dropped to a whisper, "Pretty sure she wouldn't have been able to walk either."

Teru stood smoothly and turned, "So we had to do a bit of coitus interruptus. My apologies!" He dipped down to plant beaky kiss on Wairu's nose. Making sure to exaggerate the kissing sound as he did. "Well, I'm certainly not that sorry about it." His hand dipped, casually tracing Wairu's ridges. Letting each pop past his fingers as he moved his grip down to the base and that hearty knot. Wairu's chest heaved as his vision began to fade again. His cock coaxed back to that ultimate hardness by the skilled captor. "Means we can do so many things in the coming..." A head tilt. Thought. "Well, forever."

His cackle tore through the night as he danced away. "Why don't you lovelies take them to the cart? It's only a five mile walk," he waved his hand towards the forests. "That way. Ish. Certainly don't lead them in circles for a few hours." The jovial expression hardened a bit, "I want them to beg me for their release when I get there. The day after tomorrow. Keep them company until then."

As his voice lifted in song, the kobolds joined, _"Wairu and Amirine, caught with their pants down. Who knows how far till they rest. For we have him by the crown, and her by the breasts."_Wairu snarled around the gag, the bird had never been the most creative. He couldn't glare for long, not as the kobolds pulled at his reins and forced him to stand. Literally leading him by the cock out towards the woods. All while making up verse after verse of their song.