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Kobold Sex Magic II

Light found no purchase upon the stone walls that night. Callous flooring pressed hard against Professor Skrin's backside. The tattered remains of what was probably a human shirt draped drearily over his scaly shin. Skrin cursed his luck, his decisions, and most importantly of all that infernal student of his.

"Chir... if I get out of here..." he managed; another unfinished and meandering monologue.

Professor Skrin's imprisonment had occurred so swiftly that he could hardly recount the details. They had certainly asked him questions. Questions about a Chir specifically. He offered very few answers. This was followed by a short march down to the cells beneath the school. Professor Skrin was unsure which was worse, having to be in handcuffs, or having to walk through the college with them on and be seen by all his many students.

He felt as though he should have known better. Deception in the realm of magic was nearly impossible, especially when one was often monitored. As the sole kobold professor at the academy, he had frequently found himself the subject of various scryings. It had amounted to nothing for most of his career, but now he could only assume a security specialist had managed to spy on his willing assistance in Chir's transformation and subsequent schoolwide memory management.

That whelp just couldn't help but break every rule of the school and decent civilized society all at once. Just thinking about how he had aided Chir with not just his transformation, but with five additional concealment spells to help make sure they wouldn't get caught filled Professor Skrin with a sense of self-loathing that made the dungeon itself feel pleasant by comparison.

Massaging at a stretch of brow between his horns, the kobold let out a groan. All his goals, all his good works - Chir had erased them all. A life wasted on the seed spattered tail of that duplicitous dolt. Professor Skrin stood to lose more than just the respect he had worked so hard to maintain; other kobolds breaking into magic around the world would be preemptively tarnished by his perverse deeds.

Practicing and refining the art of Sex Magic was a stereotype that kobolds had struggled with for time immemorial. Allegations of its practice had frequently befallen even Skrin in the past. Now the allegations had stuck, and deservedly so. Was this a curse? Were kobold wizards naturally drawn to this particular profanity? His damned student had even turned himself into a kobold through the act. Was it really that alluring?

Professor Skrin felt in his heart-- as though it were an earned fate-- that by every thrust and bite and lick of his forked tongued kiss against the flesh of that bastard 'Chir' had made this punishment right. Perhaps all kobolds did if they were so inclined. It was at his moment, at Professor Skrin's lowest, that the light brightly shined.

Out of the cell, shadows stretched high, cast tall by the purple glow emanating from within. Professor Skrin's curious, slitted eyes narrowed in upon the source. What appeared to be an almost translucent candle levitated a few inches above the ground. At first, that is. Squinting, Professor Skrin gazed upon this supposed candle with all the well-earned distrust in the world. As his vision adjusted, it dawned on him. The depravity of it all. Skrin watched on as the translucent cock climaxed.

"Cursed. I am most certainly cursed," said Professor Skrin as he watched the ghostly jism drip to the floor.

A spurt of that spectral energy flew forth only to loop around and splatter the ethereal form of Chir. This was a teleportation spell. The lunatic upstart had half transported himself from who knows where to Skrin's cell via masturbation. It almost would have been impressive. Perhaps had this kind of debauchery not gotten Professor Skrin arrested.

Fully formed in his ghostly state the student sat there on his knees, tail idly brushing at the ground as he looked around the cell for the professor. Squinting in the direction of the captive professor the ghostly Chir clapped his hands and nodded vigorously. Pointing now towards Skrin's crotch, the whelp jerked his hand repeatedly through the air just before his open mouth. Content that his demands had been clearly pantomimed he began crawling towards the Professor.

"No, no, absolutely not, Chir! I've suffered enough at the hands of your profane practice. Undo your debaucherous spellcraft immediately!" shouted Skrin whilst kicking at the spunk specter.

Chir's ghost pressed forward on all fours while the kicking slipped through him as if he were air. The student's maw drifted through the rags adorning Skrin's body, allowing him to run an astral tongue along the elder kobold's slit. Quick to arouse in spite of his protest, Skrin's kicking had done more to excite him than it had dismayed the student. As ragged and ill-fitting as they were, his sudden movement tore against already tattered pants. As they slipped down Skrin saw his cock climbing its way into Chir's translucent throat. He watched in waning frustration how that savant in arts most perverse took hold of him. He let loose a pent up moan as his willpower was drained with every lash of that spectral tongue.

"Grrr... how in the eight hells did you get so adept at this?" wondered Professor Skrin aloud.

"Practice," came the echoing voice of an increasingly visible Chir," you'd be surprised just how many there are who desire a blowjob from a waist-high wizard lizard, you should hear the half-jokes they whispered behind your horns before I supplied for their demand."

"Good, you can hear me, which means I should be able to do this," said Skrin as he grabbed hold of his whelp's horns and pulled him off.

It worked, if only for a moment. The further away Chir's maw was from Professor Skrin's cock the more ethereal he became. A fumbling dance began, as the student's head bobbed eagerly onwards and inwards, slicking up and licking all along his destitute master's exposed dick. Each time Skrin managed to pull him back, his grip on those ghostly horns would inevitably falter, freeing Chir to once more dive down and swallow his professor's cock. This could not last. Skirin's stay in the dungeon had sapped him of too much willpower to resist the eager little temptation so eagerly slurping at his groin.

When Professor Skrin's clawed hands once more rest upon the horns of his student's ghostly body, he paused. The kobold's tongue did feel quite good. Waiting there, he tried once more to summon up the will to yank the whelp away, but the plying tongue of that serpent proved deft. Left paralyzed, at first, he sat there and felt his hands rise along with the bobbing nods of an overeager cocksucker. Soon, instead of fighting or simply passively feeling the follow-through, he started using his grip to pull Chir further onto his shaft.

Clearly pleased and increasingly visible, the student relaxed his efforts. Judging by the willingness to follow through each horn-tugged stroke Skrin guessed rightly that the whelp was happy to surrender control. Chir allowed his master to guide his maw down over the cock Skrin could only guess he was most fond of. If Chir wanted help with his teleportation, he would have to earn it. With a grin, the professor spoke once more.

"If you think that muzzle of yours is getting me off that easy you've got another thing coming, whelp," announced Skrin before rolling the both of them over.

Laid out upon the ground, Chir attempted to flirt back only to find his muzzle roughly stuffed full of Skrin. What had started as a blowjob had quickly transformed into a face-fucking so thorough that it finished off the teleportation well before Professor Skrin's climax. With a last brilliant purple flash, Chir appeared in full beneath his professor, whose thrusting would neither relent nor intensify. It was this firm and stolid resolve that finished the spell.

Chir, being both erect and on the open-mouthed side of a face-fucking, got all the enjoyment he could hope for on this road to sensual vengeance. With maw wide, he eagerly anticipated the release that was to follow as Skrin's pace grew increasingly erratic. A few double-timed thrusts had him burying his shaft in the awaiting throat of his student. Soon after, a heady blend of lust and loathing pumped its way down that eager kobold student's throat.

Professor Skrin huffed out a mid-spent growl of disapproval, having once more found himself party to this perverse practice. With his softening tapered cock still resting along that curled silver tongue of Chir he decided to move forward with an admonishment that would hopefully go uninterrupted. While keeping his student muffled on masculinity was a less than ideal form of speaking without rebuttal, it would nevertheless be seized upon.

"Do you see where we are, whelp? Did you see the rags I wear now? Do you understand what you've done to me? " asked Professor Skrin, glaring.

The student merely nodded silently, leaving his maw firmly around a less than firm cock as if in reverence for the lambasting that was to come.

"If it wasn't for you I would be in my office checking over the papers of your peers. Somewhere in that cock-possessed brain of yours, you're probably envisioning some kind of erotic prison break. That you're the hero to this sordid little story. This is far from the case. All you have done is placed yourself in the perfect position to deliver yourself to the authorities. When the guards return in the morning I will make a great show of turning you in, and through your obedient submission into the hands of the authorities I will free myself and my reputation of the captivity your debauchery has thrust upon it," growled Skrin before finally and forcefully prying his cock from Chir's dripping maw.

As Skrin's cock slurped free Chir merely slipped back, watching as Professor Skrin stormed around the cell. It was disheartening, seeing what had become of the once-proud professor. Knowing what he knew now, however, simply strengthened his resolve to rescue this great wizard from turning himself into a prison snitch for profane arts. This was not to be Professor Skrin's Fate, not if Chir could help it.

"And another thing, you're not even really that good at blowjobs, you just let your tongue kind of funnel cock down your throat, but you've got the length and oral dexterity to wrap it around for a more proper sort of reverence. It gives you far more control as to where the tip ends up pointing and the whole thing ends up feeling more pleasurable for both parties," said Professor Skrin, having allowed his lengthy post-coitus rant to become a sordid sort of lesson.

"Ever the professor," teased the student with a weary smile.

"Until you came along," said Professor Skrin with a scowl.

Chir winced at that.

"I never wished for this to be your fate Professor Skrin, and after further studies into the matter I do not believe that these perverse practices are justly forbidden," spoke Chir, whose voice was calm save for the pleading whine tinging his voice as he slipped into a low bow.

"A high aim does not annul oneself of collateral damage whelp," rebuked the professor as he pushed the student away.

Skrin frowned before once more slipping back to stand. This left the little lizard kicking out with a leg and his tail so as to balance himself. The whole display caught the attention of the surly professor, who only needed to do a little work to stifle the laugh that almost flowed freely throughout the dungeon.

"It seems teleportation via blowjob is a bit dizzying," apologized the clumsy student before attempting to follow up on his point.

"You're fortunate I decided to complete your latest ritual," said the professor.

"If you didn't I'd just end up left in my dorm with a hand full of regret. Not much different than most students these nights,. Now I'm trapped in here with you, my freedom wholly reliant on your willingness to be freed," said Skrin.

"You mean to make me think you did all of this just to help absolve yourself of guilt? You're too much a scheming sort to have a goal that naive and ostensibly noble. Tell me, why are you really here?" asked the wizard lizard.

"Of course I have other goals, many of which rely upon you. It was your scale whose magic I drew from, and it was sex with you which lent a degree of permanence to this form. My magic is tied to yours now and forever sir, and just because I have something to gain from this endeavor does not mean my motives are purely selfish. Even if there was no power in it for us kobolds I would still do whatever could be done to ensure your freedom," said the student, hands resting against the professor now as he pleaded.

"Kobold kind? You speak almost as though you've had those cum coated scales of yours for more than a month. There is nothing kobold about you welp, this is a costume. Magically imbued though it may be, it is at heart artificial in nature. All of you embodies this," said Skrin as he pulled away.

"True, all of it, but though this change of mine proves recent I nevertheless pledge loyalty to these lizardy folk I find myself embodied within. I ask you though Skrin, who might have more loyalty to their kind; one who is born into the scales or one who embraces them afterward?"

"You have human parents Chir..."

"Who each abandoned me in their own way!" rebuked the student with a growl.

Silence stood for a time.

"I did not know that," spoke the Professor.

"Admittedly we were not able to talk a whole lot before you got dragged in here by the tail."

"They didn't drag me by the tail, they... well they-" began the professor before trailing off.

"Figure of speech, point is, these laws are Wyvern shit," said Chir with a shake of the head.

"You really are a college student," rebuked Skrin with a roll of his eyes.

"Look, this isn't just aimless rebellion. You saw firsthand how powerful sex magic can be."

"Yes, in a spell I did not agree to cast with you," said the professor, "Did you ever stop to think that perhaps the reason this sort of magic is outlawed has to do with such power? You should not be able to rewrite the memories of an entire school with your dick."

"But-"

"It's unbecoming."

"Actually it's-"

"Just cuming, right?" Professor Skrin spoke as he looked down over a grinning Chir.

"I was going to make that joke, but then I was going to follow it up with something interesting," said Chir.

"Well skip to the interesting part," said the Professor.

"Sex magic was invented by Kobolds," said Chir.

"I beg your pardon?" said Professor Skrin quite incredulously.

"Kobolds invented sex magic, sir," repeated the student.

'I heard the claim you made the first time Chir, where is your proof of this?" asked the Professor from underneath a raised brow.

"Well as you can tell from my current nakedness I do not currently possess it, but there is a book back in my hideout that proves it," said the student.

"This is absurd, dragons were the ones to produce the profane arts. It was their practice of Sex Magic that led to their disappearance," recited Skrin.

The student simply shrugged conspiratorially.

"No, I refuse to entertain conspiracy theories," muttered Skrin.

"What about a conspiracy hypothesis?" asked Chir.

"That cute turn of phrase will do little to convince me," said Skrin.

"So I'll have to say more, so be it. I felt it personally sir," said Chir, no longer smiling, "When I first used our ritual to override the memories of a whole building I could feel that I was not the first to do so."

"So you have a feeling you wish to assert, I'm sure this will do a great number for all your peer-reviewed papers to come."

"We were there together sir, you must recall the superstructure," pleaded the student.

"I recall... a grid, yes...it's faint, but in the flash, I could see something. Was that not your spellwork?" said the Professor thinking back to that fretful day, it felt so long ago now.

"It is something that has a far greater effect on our world than we know. My spell rewrote memories first. It then used that rewriting along with your scale and cum to make me into this creature you see standing naked before you. If my first attempt at this school of magic can do so much, just imagine what a true practitioner might accomplish!"

"This is our world Chir, you have meddled with it!"

"Oh enough of this," said the student as he pressed forward.

Their tongues locked. The walls spread far apart. Together they communed in erotic unison, transcending the boundaries of their world as easily as the cell. They hovered amongst angular bars as white as the void which seemed to stretch all around them. They persisted for a time in this Erogenous Zone as Professor Skrin kissed back. Physical contact was one thing that was most missed within a cell.

Withdrawing from the intimacy Professor Skrin watched as it all began to vanish. They returned at once to the cell. To the rags. To the life he had been assigned. To the life he had, in spite of all desires to the contrary, accepted as his own.

"You aim to bewitch me, it will not work human," said Skrin.

"Certainly seduction plays a part, but I only wish to show you what can be shown in this dreadful place," mewled Chir, his scaly hand running along his own lips as if to savor the kiss that was.

"Fine. Fine, just, do you have to swallow my tongue like that? It's very, enthusiastic, to put it plainly" said the Professor with a shake of the head.

"Sorry, I'm not that good at kissing with this mouth just yet. Still, a skill that escapes me, sir," said Chir with a blush.

"Very well, show me again," said Professor Skrin.

Wordlessly the student complied, cupping his hands overtop Skrin's rag draped shoulders to help tug the two closer. Affixing his toothy grin at an angle the pupil concealed his pupils with a tight shutting of the eyes. He allowed the more experienced lover to set the pace of their kiss, granting the Professor all the time he might have wished for.

Professor Skrin merely rolled his eyes. Chir's affection was a rambunctious and inexperienced ramshackle built seemingly entirely out of a few choice kobold pornographies. The Professor slipped his hands up and around the horns of his student, tugging Chir in more firmly before giving him more tongue than he could hope to every swallow.

In a flash, the world once more went all white. Just being in this place required communal arousal. With the Professor guiding the kiss they were more than capable of retaining this state. Naked and exposed the student could feel himself yearning to pull off the remaining rags on the Professor's body, but Skrin was quick to counter such efforts. So they settled on the kiss for now.

"Careful where you step here, we're standing on a spell. The grid you mentioned seeing," spoke the student as he stepped out a touch to reveal the gentle slope of the massive cylinder upon which they stood.

It stretched outwards behind and in front of them a half-mile in either direction before adjoining with another great white cylinder. These bent upwards in sharp angles, forming what looked to be a vast cube amongst an endless array of cubes. It was hard to see the strange white structure standing out amongst the white void, but Chir's tan scales stood in sharp contrast.

"It seems I need to use your scales to get a sense of scale," joked the Professor.

Chir giggled.

"You know I think I was the student who most appreciated your wordplay," added Chir meekly.

"Flattery, you're the student who most appreciated much of me, I find your tolerance of my silliness to be in keeping to character," said Skrin.

"So I'm sure you have some questions," continued Chir.

"Oh certainly, like what is this even supposed to mean or be? This obscenely large grid offers me nothing to compare it to...unless... Chir, take me to your spell. The one you sputtered out when I staked my claim upon you."

"Certainly sir," nodded the little lizard as he began at once to jerk off.

Both kobolds lay in the cell now. White light poured from their eyes as their arousal kept up that carnal channel. The student blinked in the real world, reaching down to cup his scaly hand around his cock. He glanced down, using his other hand to begin undressing Professor Skrin as he satisfied himself. Soon they proved able to touch cocktips, and with cocktips touched in that lewd lizard cuddle, the whelp could cast more powerful magics.

"Alright then, that should let me summon-" began Chir.

"Okay hold on, how in the 55 Realms did you get this good at kissing all of a sudden?" asked the professor as he clutched his hand against his muzzle in the Erogenous Zone.

"Intriguing, you can feel what my body is doing to you back in the regular realm? I've never been able to maintain that kind of connection before," said the student.

"That raises a few questions but doesn't answer mine, and what are you doing to my cock right now?" asked the professor, feeling a bit weak-kneed.

"When we're connecting to this place we're connecting to all the sex that ever was and will be, and not just that, but all the things that rise up from that sex. To channel this place is to be imbued innately with Eros. So I must admit it is not I who am kissing you, but the affection itself which guides my tongue," spoke the student.

"And our cocks?" repeated Skrin

"Oh, that's called frotting professor, it's when two males rub-" began Chir.

"I think I understand now," said the Professor with a sigh.

"How is it though?"

"The frotting or the kissing?"

"Both."

"I can feel you rutting sharp little jabs against it, the softer undersides pressed tight against one another as your tongue runs spirals around my own. It's a bafflingly complex range of eroticized motion, and I find it unsurprising that such a lazy lover as you is not actually capable of producing such intricate intimacies."

"Lazy lover? What have I done to warrant such an unkindness?" teased Chir.

"Well, besides getting me arrested you do what most submissives do, offering little more than a soft receptacle for cock through the raise of a tail, or the parting of one's jaw," spoke the Professor with his usual authority.

"I resemble that comment," teased the student, raising his tail in the Erogenous Zone for a moment.

"What do you call this, this thing you're doing where your tongue is wrapping around mine?" asked the professor, still clutching at his mouth.

"A tongue twister," giggled Chir.

"Remind me to write your Grammatological professor and have him dock you a letter grade for that one," said Skrin.

"Professor Foster finds my wordplay uproarious, he would never," corrected the student.

"Enough of our usual games Chir, I think I am ready to see your spellcraft," said Skrin.

"Yes sir," said the student, plucking his hand from his cock and waving it out over the open air of the Erogenous Zone.

Together the kobolds rose up. They were carried now on the communal power of tongue and cocktip in tandem. Atop a sleek machination, they flew, or perhaps more accurately, shifted their perspective of this peculiar space. By Chir's guiding hand they adjusted at a rapid pace.

To the professor, it was as though he were looking through a spyglass with very sense at once, and then someone had just come along and pushed him entirely through to the other side of that Omni-sensory image. In a place like the Erogenous Zone wooziness was not something to be translated into its traditional discomfort, so instead of any dizziness, the Professor found an almost boundless pleasure foist upon him in all the confusion. Arousal most potent built up.

"And we are here," said the student.

"Gah!" splattered the professor.

Snapping out of the otherworldly view he suddenly saw the white gleam of his student's eyes kissing up at him while his cum spilled freely. Chir's belly scutes found themselves drenched in Professorial satisfaction. For a moment the mess seemed to glow a brilliant white as Skrin regained his composure and pressed back forward into the kiss, feeling Chir's tongue encircle his once more.

With his skillful tail professor, Skrin reached up to grip around both his own larger shaft and Chir's tinier thing, as they ground against one another inside the circle of Skrin's tail the Professor closed his eyes and focused his energies. He could see the Erogenous Zone, he just needed to... in went his tongue, and out went his spirit.

"Oh, you're back, I was just preparing a spell to do that," said the student.

"It's strange, on the surface I could feel the line you were channeling, so I followed it back."

"Fascinating, I'm not sure if it's your years of study or a latent talent that's allowed for this, but you might end up more adept than me at this in a short amount of time," said the student.

"Great, I'm a natural at an illicit school of magic," said the professor behind crossed arms.

"No matter, as I was mentioning before you left this here is my spell," said the student, pointing ahead.

Before them, each stood a similarly arrayed grid of white cylinders, a structure barely perceptible in this Erogenous Zone, but one quite a bit more erratic than the grid surrounding them each. A perfectly restless seeming thing that hung loosely against itself.

Professor Skrin tilted his head, assessing the spell his student had crafted out of their first time together in relation to the mega-structure extending endlessly off in all directions. Other than a vague structural similarity there was no comparing the two. This spell, crafted by the student's hand in tandem with his thrust was engulfed by the totality of what surrounded them.

"Really?" asked the Professor incredulously.

Chir watched as his Professor processed the sheer size of it all. The student could not help but smile a little as those grabby claws of his stroked along the beard of horns. Skrin's snout darted this way and that as he pondered. Chir suppressed a giggle, a difficult feat at first, at least until Skrin began to suddenly work on an examination spell.

As the magic began to flow from Skrin's fingertips Chir awoke in a panic. There, naked and writhing on the ground with his professorial lover, he did the one thing he could think to really break Skrin out of his trance before it was too late. Chir bit Skrin's exposed shoulder.

Suddenly ripped from the Erogenous Zone Skrin let out a yowl, slapping at the student's biting maw upon his shoulder. The scrappy duo parted rough, as the student in his unfamiliar kobold panic went kicking and crawling across the floor before finally settling down in a self-made heap.

"Why wouldn't you let me examine it?" asked the still erect Professor.

"Because examination warrants a response!" snarled the student.

"Calm yourself Chir, what manner of response?" asked the Professor.

"Well. You already tried examining it once."

The cell they found themselves in suddenly began to feel rather strange. A dungeon cell beneath a school. How does that even make sense? Skrin cast a glance upon the bars of his cell. Something was missing. Something was deeply wrong here.

"You're lying," said Skrin desperately.

"I know it sounds absurd, but this is the second time we've been there," said Chir, breathing steadied as he once more approached the Professor, "We got there a week ago during our Sex Magic studies."

"I was in this cell a week ago," said Skrin, still glaring at the bars of his cage, looking for something that wasn't there.

"Do you see it sir?" asked Chir.

Skrin stood up and approached the bars of his cell. Slowly, one by one, he ran his hand along each of them from left to right just to make sure this was not some strange illusion being foisted upon him. There was no door to his cell.

"Chir, is this some manner of deception? Did you adjust my memories just then during our communion?" asked the Professor.

"No sir, I'm too fond of you to adjust anything but my name, and even that was just to make this happen," said the student, gesturing generally to his body.

"So I was teleported here, but I have no recollection of this. How do you recall my capture?" asked Skrin, turning to eye Chir intently.

"Well, we were trying to get in the mood, so you were showing me some of your lewd vinyls. I think Korthag's Personal Koboldtopia was the one that was playing, the one about the dragon that likes it when kobolds use their cock like a stripper pole before-"

"I'm familiar with the work, intimately so, what were we doing?"

"Well you were working up the nerve to get me to call you Korthag, and I was getting in the mood for the whole stripping thing while we were kissing, and one thing led to another and we ended up in the Erogenous Zone. After some brief collective theorizing, we set about studying the place all night, humping across that strange space before stumbling onto my spell."

"So we didn't know about the big one."

"We thought it was innate to the structure of the Erogenous Zone. You caught that it was a spell after looking at mine though, and went to detect it..."

"And?" asked Skrin, eager to learn of his own fate.

"And you won't believe me, but that was just an hour or two ago sir," said Chir reluctantly.

"You must be lying now," growled the professor through clenched teeth.

"I promise you, sir, this rescue isn't a week late. You and everyone else in the school has been made to think you've been taken to a cell beneath the college, but there wasn't even a cell here before today. This whole room was generated by the spells defenses to trap you here, and as you can see by the lack of door..."

"I was never getting out. How did I not see this before? The bars are right here!" Skrin cried as he shook at the bars.

"For a moment I thought you had been obliterated. I just sat there naked in our bed looking over a wisp of smoke where you had been, then the implanted memories began to take hold. I managed to finish myself and use the climax to ward any other alterations to my memories, then I started looking for a way to break you out of wherever it was you ended up."

"And where did I end up? Where exactly is this cell?"

"Five miles below the stone foundation of the college, that door doesn't actually go anywhere except perhaps a dead-end hallway. This place is an immaculately carved illusion, it's more a tomb than any cage."

"So you learned to teleport-"

"Just now, to help break you out," nodded Chir.

Professor Skrin paused his questioning for a moment to massage the bridge of his snout. His claws rubbed ponderously against his brow, clutching at it and squeezing as if to help all the ridiculous ideas fit neatly into place. If something as simple as a lack of a door on his cell had been taken from his perceptive abilities what else could he have been robbed of?

"What the fuck is happening?" asked Skrin.

"Well, with any luck, escape," said Chir.

"No not that, not you. I mean in the world. What the fuck is happening? Why is this a reality?" continued Skrin.

"I'm a bit too afraid to ask questions, given what's already happened to a particularly wise lizard who did," said Chir.

"Flattery. Always with the flattery. You take to your kobold shape quite well Chir," crooned Skrin with a smile.

"Thank you, sir," said Chir.

"So it's settled then, we're on the run now," said Skrin.

"Well, technically we're trapped in here at the moment. Though I'm at least 65% sure we can teleport out of here using a similar technique as to what I used to get down here. After that we're on the run though," said Chir.

Professor Skrin looked over his loyal student. The tan kobold's tail was as grabbable looking as ever. Though the odds certainly didn't sound good at least the student found the good fortune of looking good. Naked as Chir was, and given the kissing and cuddling as they had just gotten through, it was almost impossible for Skrin to not be in the mood.

"Fuck," said the professor, kicking at the rags he had been wearing. They furled around the metallic facsimile with a tired artifice as the professor continued, "We are going to comprehend all of this by the time I am finished. I will not be caged."

"Happy to hear it, sir," said Chir, approaching his side.

"Of course you're happy whelp, it means I'm going to fuck you," said Skrin.

Without turning the professor reached out with his tail, encircling the student's with his own before using the leverage to tug it upwards. Up was where it belonged. The both of them knew this, but that Skrin was playing it out physically sent a shudder all throughout the student's sleeker form.

"Eep!" trilled Chir, offering no resistance to the Professor's tail forcibly raising his own.

"Did you really just 'eep' in response to that Chir?" said the Professor as he pulled his student in close.

"Yes sir," nodded the kobold.

"Do you have any idea what that means?" asked Skrin.

"No sir," said Chir.

"It means you are mine to do with as I will," said Skrin.

"Then I meant it completely," said Chir with a bashful grin.

"Good," said Skrin, leaning in more deeply for a too brief kiss.

"You know the hardest part about kissing you is that I can't oggle that horn beard of yours," said Chir, "I don't know what it is but ever since I've transformed I've found it immensely attractive."

As he said this he leaned forward, bumping at the beard of horns with his snout and delivering a few swift kisses to their sharp ends. The Professor's face contorted into a parody of seriousness. The slight smile more than gave away to Chir how much he was enjoying this appreciation, and to that end, more horns received little kisses from the tiny tan kobold.

Skrin felt the cold bars of the cell pressing against his back now. The whelp, in all his impropriety, had pinned him against the wall. It was impossible not to notice the student's smaller cock rubbed up against the Professor's own. With a collective growl of a moan, they parted their kiss as the Professor once more grabbed Chir by the horns.

"This better not be some elaborate trick just to fuck me," said the Professor, pinning the student now against the bars.

"I'm afraid it's the world which seems to conspires for us to fuck, sir..." whimpered the whelp.

"I suppose there are worse fates to befall a wizard," said the Professor.

"Happy to be a less bad fate," said Chir with a grin.

"You should be," said Skrin.

A long and affectionate kiss followed. This felt right. To Skrin now this felt like the best answer available to him in the midst of all these questions. Though confusion and uncertainty were certainly pressing issues on Professor Skrin's mind the sensation of Chir's tongue pressed to his served as more than a satisfactory situation. Skrin could taste a willingness in the air, obedience born of all the thrusts he had already slipped into the smaller male.

Skrin could feel the whelp's obedience bubbling up to the surface. Dragging his tail up and everything else down. Even if they weren't trying to use their fucking to break out of prison Skrin had no doubt that this lizard he was currently tongue fucking orally would be crying for release soon enough. Chir was the kind of male who loved it when other's cum went splurting across his scales.

A true tailraiser. A rare find indeed. It was the sort of find that made a kobold beam with pride. Professor Skrin could not help but smile into the kiss. Her between the bars and him was the kind of kobold who would, in a past life, be the high attendant of his dragon. Now though, in the modern world full of modern specificities Chir had chosen Skrin to act as his dragon instead.

"So, how do we fuck our way out of here?" asked Skrin as he parted from the kiss.

"Well for one, we keep kissing," said Chir, leaning forward from the bars to press his chin against Skrin's chest as he spoke.

"Is that part of the spell, or do you just like feeling my tongue against your own?" asked Skrin.

"If it's the latter what will you do to me?" asked Chir, about as innocent as a kobold could be.

"I'll fuck you."

Chir blushed.

"I take it that's the real next step in your spell, it is called Sex Magic instead of kiss magic after all," said Skrin.

Chir simply nodded.

"So it's settled, I'll fuck you, and you handle the particulars of the spell," said Skrin.

"Well, we do need to be in a particular position sir..." said Chir.

"Oh, and what particular position would my little tailraiser like to find himself in?" said Skrin as he pressed his cock to Chir's own.

Letting loose a moan the student struggled to find the words. Between focus on the upcoming spell and focus on fluster fuck to follow Chir was having quite the time indeed. It was difficult to communicate in much more than yips, moans, and growls. He moaned a little and pointed to his smaller cock, which the Professor looked down at and regarded for a moment. Chir reached down and slipped his finger to the base of his cock, with an endearing little growl he pushed it inside before snapping his hand back to the bar for support.

"You want me inside you. Down your slit then Chir?" asked Skrin.

Chir nodded, blush increasingly visible.

"Slit fucking, now there's a degree of submission I've only seen in recordings. You're quite the tailraiser indeed, and a leg spreader too. Tell me Chir, is there even a place on your body where you wouldn't enjoy another's cock?"

Chir looked to the side for a moment, running through Skrin's hypothetical.

Chir began to shrug but found himself groaning as Professor Skrin's cock slipped tip first inside. Just below the base of Chir's smaller cock Skrin had slipped his own inside. The force easily pushed Chir's own, making his cock seem all the smaller between his legs. He looked down practically drooling over the sight.

"You know it's perhaps a good thing you became a kobold later on, if a kobold your temperament had been a member of my tribe you would have ended up spreading your legs 4 or 5 dozen times a day," said Skrin.

"5 dozen you say..." whimpered Chir.

"Yes, no time for sex magic when there are many a horny male about. Though something tells me a kobold of your temperament could more than handle that," said Skrin, running his claw beneath Chir's chin.

Face to face they looked upon one another. Smoldering beneath the drive to escape and make things right was a more raw and raunchy sort of affection. Chir's body simply felt properly placed there between the bars, half stuffed back cock hanging just over the larger more dominant male's between each jab. Each jab in turn felt like a step in a right direction, a place where they belonged. A way they belonged together. Chir gripped around Skrin's shoulders for support now, he felt more sturdy than the bars ever could.

"Am I... am I really so fuckable?" asked the little lizard.

"There are no words in common capable of describing how fuckable you are. You are the thing that is called out by growls and moans. A warmer of cocks on cold days. In another time you would have pleasured dragons," said the Professor with a jab.

"Dragons!" cried the student in disbelief, cock half-swallowed by Skrin's last jab.

"Dragons, yes, we told stories of kobolds as eager as you. You were the sort who would satisfy the whole clan in a day, and when that test was passed you would be given to the dragon to truly prove your worth. He would take you as a concubine, dress you in golden jewelry and parade you around on the end of his dick!" rammed the Professor.

"Eep!" cried Chir, feeling both his and Skrin's cocks wedged firmly inside his body.

Such a fullness now persisted. An immense sensation of belonging washed over the student. Chir let out a sputtering little cry as he felt himself climax. Cum spattered out, running down the mostly interred cock of Skrin a little before an errant spurt landed up against his belly. The spell, with this climax, could begin.

Focusing on the magic now Chir leaned forward, trailing out a star in the cum that made it to Professor Skrin's scutes. Reaching forward the Professor gave him a nice little pat to the head. Chir felt as though he had done good, and as that feeling manifest fully he could already feel himself approaching a second and sudden climactic precipice.

"You have a tightness about you, you know you could relax and make it easier on yourself, but you love feeling me jab into you like a dragon don't you? To simply take what is mine, knowing full well that what is mine is you, huh?" teased Professor Skrin.

"Yes sir! Yes sir! Yes!" cried the little love-stricken lizard.

Chir's eyes crossed from the fork-tongued force as Skrin leaned in for another kiss. Reaching down the Professor plucked the student's legs from the ground, depositing them around his backside to put gravity firmly on the side of Chir's dicking. Meanwhile, Chir's tail went searching, tugging around the bars for a good enough grip to really hold himself down over his master's cock.

The student offered all of his body to Skrin, every inch of him was his to explore and prod and fuck any way he pleased. The elder kobold leaned in, thrusting deeper still into that tight gripping slit. He could feel Chir's cock fully erect, impotently attempting to surface from that thoroughly stuffed slit.

"How proper do we have to keep this sigil on my belly?" asked the Professor, casting a glance above their groins and towards the glowing star.

"After it begins glowing? We- gah!- we don't sir, the information is retained by the past regardless of what happens in the present," managed Chir.

"Good, this will work nicely then," said the Professor before slipping fully inside.

Bodies pressed; one growled test. A bite returned in answer. A moan beyond willingness escaped Chir as their cocks intertwined so completely within his body. With legs quite parted the ritual swiftly started. The harder Skrin pressed Chir against the bars the brighter the glow of his initial release became.

"Fuck me... fuck me master..." mewled Chir.

It was a term of endearment ennobling enough to all but set Skrin off. To be called as such. An honor of honor to have a whelp so willingly offer subservience. An affection in response to such a whimper was all Skrin could think about now, a reward for his obedience student so willing to accept his role.

Drawing back the Professor gripped his student by the horns, angling his ever fuckable face down so he could see full well just who was fucking who. It was clear that Chir meant it, as the smile on his face more than expressed how delightful he found it to have Skrin slipping repeatedly into his slit.

As the Professor drew back he could feel his student let out a sigh. As Skrin's cock slipped free so too did Chir's, giving the erect member a brief taste of what it so desperately yearned for. It was all too brief an ecstasy, and with a forceful jab Skrin the smaller cock was once more buried inside its owner.

"Master..." whimpered the slit stuffed submissive.

"What is it Chir?" asked Skrin, his timed thrusts not missing a beat in spite of his conditions.

"I...I can't think of a target. I need you to start picturing a place for us to go, to get out of here. It has to be vivid..." mewled Chir.

"Very well," said the Professor, still able to resume his Chir distracting jabs.

It was an interesting request. One at first met with the visions of his office or classroom. Visions of Chir's dorm room entirely eluded the elder kobold, who had for obvious reasons neglected his student's desire to rustle those particular seats. Though the younger kobold had mentioned wanting to get a few things, Skrin decided against this. They were set to flee after all. Where else to fling to but...

"Home," growled the Professor now.

With a destination set Professor Skrin could focus his efforts on the task at hand. During all the thrusting and whimpering and cuming it seemed they had both come to share the starry cum sigil on each of their bellies. Dicking down deep into the little cocklicker Skrin wondered for a moment whether Chir could handle what would be waiting there to greet them on the other side. Part of Skrin wondered much the same about himself.

Held up at the jab of his Professor's cock Chir had taken to covering his face with an arm, trying and failing to smuggle the blush of his satisfaction from being displayed too clearly on his face. Chir's forked tongue slipped out across the cell air, tasting as well as feeling just how thoroughly Skrin had been fucking him.

"You can smell it can't you, your pheromones changing. Growing ever more suited for your position as a raiser of tail and satisfier of males. This will happen every time we embrace this way Chir, you will become more yourself with every-"

"Fuck!" cried the climaxing kobold.

Professor Skrin could feel Chir sputter up another feeble release inside his own slit. It was a paltry load befitting a kobold of Chir's willing status. A climax more equipped to hasten another male's entry than to sire offspring. Such submissive sensibilities, Skrin loved the way he rolled out his tongue and tasted how right Skrin was. Even since joining him in the cell Chir had grown more submissive.

Afterglow upon afterglow had claimed the student almost as much as the Professor had. As Skrin leaned in Chir suspected another kiss was due to him, but as he leaned forward with eyes closed tight he felt the Professor's beard brush past. Another bite to the shoulder, an act far more exciting.

"Skrin!" cried the whelp, already feeling another pitiful spill of seed approaching, "Master! Claim me... make me yours..."

Chir's shoulder muffled his growl, but his growl from such a position was enough to set Chir off once again. This kobold between the bars. His very physiology seemed to beg for Skrin's seed. Yearn for it with the sort of intensity reserved for the most potent of addictions. Skrin pulled off of his shoulder, once more looking down over the willing student.

"Do I really feel a third climax dripping out around my cock Chir?" asked Skrin as the feeble seed rolled free.

Chir could only nod now.

"Cute," said Skrin, still thrusting.

Chir whimpered as a fourth climax struck just as true. The whelp seemed set on putting that legendary kobold refractory period to the test with every jab of Skrin's. Both of them had become grinning gibbering messes, yips and barks of a reptilian nature rolled as freely as the seed ran from Chir's slit.

Up looked Chir, gazing into the Professor's eyes with an almost manic reverence. He yearned for the sort of approval he had never received. Skrin looked over him now. He found himself almost forgetting the human face behind those scales. Not through any magic, but because of how well Chir had gotten at wearing them.

"I wonder Chir, are you so enamored with my cock in your slit that I could order you to cum on command?" asked Skrin with a grin.

"Wouldn't... gah!... wouldn't know for sure until you tried... Master..." managed Chir.

"Well then, why don't you just try cumming for me so we can find out," said Skrin.

Chir complied, too eager and well primed to refuse the order. His hardened internal cock spewed a fifth and final feeble finale. In all their forgotten romps that had been taken from Skrin's mind, this was the furthest they had ever gone. Chir had never felt quite this smitten. Skrin felt satisfaction pushing him over all these edges. If teleportation required serious sex, what they had committed to would doubtless be more than enough.

Satisfied by his whelp's performance Skrin tugged his student off the bars and onto the floor. With no resistance and a focused mind, he began to fuck them fifteen thousand leagues across the ocean. To a place, he knew well. With every inch of him repeatedly docked inside of Chir he could feel hundreds of miles gliding beneath them now. While they were of course teleporting Skrin could not help but feel that all the world was revealing itself to be in favor of having Chir down beneath him.

Still focused as asked Skrin pulled nearly entirely out of Chir's slit. Just enough for the submissive's still spilling cock to dip free and let loose the last drips of his fifth prior volley. Only for Skrin to slam back down with enough force to fling them the remaining fifty-five furlongs. Skrin could feel it before it arrived.

This was more than just sex. It was a declarative statement. A claim that would forever mark the one who so willingly called him Master. Just the word alone rang pridefully in his ear. He should not keep his submissive waiting any longer. He had put up with enough bites and thrusts already.

Tightening his tail up around the student's own now Skrin pulled the two of them tight enough so that their slits might kiss. The entirety of his emerged cock had found itself wedged inside's Chir's slit by the time he finally came. After only a few fertile flings of cum Skrin had already outperformed his student when it came to the volume of cum rolling out across Chir's groin.

As he suspected, this would be a claiming shot. It would be known to any creature with a sense of smell worth respecting that this whelp belonged to him. And so as Skrin staked his claim the cell began to vanish, the ghostly image of that city across the seas grew more solid. More stable.

Chir was a bit too preoccupied with Skrin seed dripping down his tail to notice his surroundings at first. He knew though that the teleport had worked, as the bright light managed to penetrate the city and shine down deep into the alleyway where the two kobolds went rutting.

"We're here," said Professor Skrin.

"Where is here Master?" managed Chir.

The two of them sat there in the alleyway naked. Skrin held Chir close. It was an approximation of intimacy but felt to Chir a little more like being pulled up like a towel to hide his nakedness. It was a position that gave Chir a peculiar sort of satisfaction as he looked around the alleyway. The pavement had parked its way beneath their two rumps, smoother than the cold stone of the cell, but still rough to rest upon for long.

"An old home of mine," said Skrin.

"You mean-" began Chir suddenly.

"Yes, the city of Gomorrah."