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“To your final rest!” Keldarn shouted, the cleric channeling pure positive energy through his body and soul into a massive burst of searing, golden light. In front of him the wraith and it’s wight minions burst into billowing smoke as the wave of holy power disintegrated their tainted forms.

The undead had surprised him and his friends in the tomb’s long-lost burial chamber but their counterattack came without hesitation. Wordless, inhuman screams came from the three undead as the blast of energy sent them reeling, providing ample opportunity for Belegar and Mistia to press their own attack.

The former, a stalwart dwarven master of the war-sledge, spun his hammer diagonally into a blow that crushed one wight’s head to dusty pulp then used the momentum to spin a shattering strike to the midsection of the second. The latter, an elven markswoman of peerless precision, quickly shot a trio of enchanted arrows into the incorporeal mass of the wraith. The enchanted arrows pierced clean through the tattered specter, who soon fragmented into decaying flecks of directionless fel energy.

Keldarn the cleric paused a moment for breath, scanning the burial chamber for any sign of more undead. The whole battle had lasted, perhaps, a dozen seconds and adrenaline still pumped through his veins. The rest of the tomb had been occupied by naught but aimless skeletons and the greater undead his party had just slain were far more deadly and tenacious than anything they had previously encountered.

“Friends! Anything?” Keldarn beseeched his companions.

Belegar’s eyes were darting around the dusty tomb, his war-sledge held raised at the ready. “No!” the dwarf replied after a moment’s pause, though the burly dwarf did not yet lower his guard.

Mistia gave no reply, her bow still drawn and at the ready as she aimed into the shadows the party’s magical light did not fully banish.

The tomb remained silent, save for their own breath and the creak of Belegar’s armor.

“We got them all. Maybe,” Mistia finally said.

The chamber they had just cleansed had been the final room in the long-sealed tomb. Belegar and Keldarn worked together to lift the heavy stone lids off the sarcophagi while their elven companion kept watch.

Three contained nothing but dust and bones, but one of them was stuffed full of gold and gems. And one held a silver scepter capped with a glowing turquoise gem!

“It’s here! It’s really here!” Keldarn exclaimed. “The Silver Scepter of Antiquarians!”

The Scepter had been lost for centuries, ever since a hoard of orcs overwhelmed the old stronghold of the Silver Order. The Scepter of Antiquarians was a magical artifact of great power forged millennia ago on the plane of Elysium. It was no weapon of war but rather contained enchantments that could divine the location of magical items regardless of protection or distance. It was one of the Silver Order’s most sacred relics and it’s loss had been deeply felt even to this day.

“This is most excellent, m’boy!” the dwarf exclaimed, giving Keldarn a hearty slap on the back. “The Silver Order will surely be well pleased to see this back!”

“Aye. And when we go to Dremburg to return it we will have ample opportunity to find a replacement for Zaccharus.” Mistia said, a note of pleasure entering her even voice.

Zaccharus had been the party wizard until recently, when he left to become the apprentice of Archmage Tock. The party held no grudge at the elf’s departure; to serve under the master of temporal magic was an honor for any wizard. Though the three of them had made on quite well in his absence it was a matter of consensus they needed to recruit a replacement before too long.

Keldarn re-consecrated the burial chamber as his friends finished searching the nooks and crannies of the cleansed tomb. They found a few more scattered piles of gold and minor treasures and encountered no more undead.

The three adventurers, flush with success, withdrew from the tomb carefully but with a jauntiness to their step. They made their way back into the surrounding wilds and set up camp in a nearby clearing as the sun was starting to set. Mistia the elf took first watch, as usual.

Keldarn slept very well that night, satisfied that the long-lost relic would finally be returned to proper use.

****

Keldarn slumbered peacefully. He slept very well, that is, until a hornet prick on his neck stung him. He brushed his neck in his sleep and felt something odd along the side of his skin, something small, solid and feather-tassled. A... dart?

The cleric fast rose to wakefulness, eyes shooting open as alertness surged through him. He plucked the dart from his neck and threw the cover off his blanket. As usual he had slept in his armor, which had been specially enchanted for comfort and lightness. Yet under most normal conditions he would have struggled to do what he did then, which was flip himself up to a standing position with one furious rocking motion.

In the flickering light cast by the campfire, Keldarn quickly made out that his tent was occupied not only by his snoring dwarven friend but also a kobold, of all creatures. And the diminutive dragonkin had the Scepter of Antiquarians in his claws!

Keldarn flipping his armored bulk into an upright position made the kobold literally jump into the air “Eep!” he cried out, bolting from the tent in a flash.

“STOP! THIEF!!!” Keldarn bellowed, off after the kobold like lightning.

The kobold sprinted to the edge of the forest clearing where the party had made their camp, leaping over a downed tree when Keldarn caught him. The kobold made it maybe a foot into the air before the cleric’s gauntlet-clad hand clamped onto his tail, abruptly arresting his departure.

“GACK-ACK!!” the kobold thief cried out, his muzzle impacting painfully on the large log he had been vaulting over as he came crashing down. He spun and twisted his lithe body to try and free himself from Keldarn but the cleric had his tail in a very firm grip.

The kobold stood and straddled his tail, drawing a dagger from it’s sheathe and stabbing hard into the hand holding his tail. The blade simply bounced off the cleric’s solid armor.

Keldarn drew his free hand back into fist and slugged the kobold square on his muzzle, the force of the blow knocking the kobold back against the log. “Gryip!” The kobold yipped from the painful impact. A moment latter the dagger was slapped free from his claws.

Keldarn planted his plate-armored hands square on the kobold’s shoulders and pressed him up against the log, holding him there with his vastly superior strength. “Drop it! Drop it!” he growled to the intruder. “I SAID DROP IT, NOW!!! DROP THE SCEPTER OF ANTIQUARIANS OR ELSE!!!”

The kobold withered under the shouted instructions, and finally let the long-lost artifact tumble from his claws.

“THANK YOU!” Keldarn shouted. He had half a mind to simply beat the devious little bastard into a pulp after nearly stealing the scepter away but even as angry as he was he knew that it wouldn’t be right to simply kill the helpless kobold. His companions would surely have heard their struggle by now and were rushing over to help him secure the kobold... right? Where were Belegar and Mistia, anyway?

Keldarn turned back towards the camp and could make out Mistia lying on her belly in front of the campfire, a dart in her neck. He couldn’t see Belegar inside their tent but he could certainly hear the dwarf’s snoring.

“You drugged us!” Keldarn stared hard at the kobold in his hands. The kobold’s only response was a sheepish, snaggle-toothed smile. “What did you poison us with? Answer me!!!!”

“Sleeping poison, yes-yes. They will be fine! Only sleeping poison, no hurt-harm!” the kobold quickly explained, scaly muzzle curling into what seemed to be an attempt at a smile.

“Hrm,” Keldarn mumbled. Sleep was the furthest thing from his mind at the moment; he felt as awake and alert as one could possibly be. Had he plucked the dart from his neck before the poison entered his bloodstream? Mayhaps... but he certainly felt rather strange. Not tired at all, but rather...

What *was* he feeling..? It was all so *odd*...

The cleric wet his lips and bit his tongue as he tried to reckon with what was so strange about him. His senses all seemed unnaturally sharp and focused, odd details entering his thoughts unbidden. He could smell the acrid smoke of the campfire, the wet and clean aroma of the forest surrounding him... the reptilian warmth of the kobold in front of him...

He could sense, even through his armored hands, the quickness of the creature’s pulse and the tautness of his small but dexterous and muscular form. His eyes lingered on the eyepatch that covered the kobold’s left eye, the scarred green scales that covered his muzzle and the sides of his head and the lighter yellowed scales that graced the kobold’s throat...

He could feel the beating of the kobold’s heart, sense his warmth and smell the lizardlike creature’s subtle, vigorous musk... a scent like sweat and seasoned leather. Still holding the kobold against the fallen tree, Keldarn’s hands slid down from his shoulders, feeling the kobold’s small but muscular chest. The thief wasn’t wearing anything at all aside from a belt of weaponry and a big black cloak; the whole front of the kobold’s body was one smooth expanse of fine pale-green scales. Why... why were the graceful, svelte lines and curves so... interesting..? Why did the scarred, sneaky little thief who had almost cost him and his order The Scepter look so... cute..?

The kobold was still vainly struggling to wiggle his way out from Keldarn’s grip even as he smiled and shrank from the angry human. But he wasn’t so occupied he didn’t notice that the human was making a pouting frown now, a sad and sour look of mysterious origin.

“Mistia! MISTIA!” Keldarn shouted, turning his head towards his elven companion. She remained asleep, his voice unheard. Belegar’s thunderous snoring told him the dwarf too was out like the set sun.

“They is out right-good. Tekrik use good sleeping poison. The best. Even makes elveses go night-night!”

“Damnation! I’ll deal with you myself!” Keldarn cursed. He held the kobold’s scaly chest with one hand and began to disarm the veritable armory strapped around the theief’s slim waist, which included a hand crossbow, two more daggers, a blowgun and sundry potions, poison vials and alchemical bombs, tossing them off into the woods.

...but as he did so, his eyes drifted lower of their own accord, towards the creature’s smooth, scaly groin. In the dim, flickering light he could just barely make out the faint lines of the kobold’s naked slit...

The cleric squeezed his teeth together as a surge of arousal moved through him. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to sink his fingers between the lips of that slit... or what it would *taste* like to have his tongue...

Keldarn shook his head, trying to will down the bizarre thoughts billowing up in his head. “What did you poison me with!? I’m not sleepy at all!”

“Er...” the kobold sounded confused himself.

****

Three days ago...

****

“Purple flower, six sharp leaves, fuzzy stalk...” Tekrik mumbled to himself as he searched the swamp for the ingredients the alchemist had told him to locate. For more than four hours he had been wading, walking and swimming through fetid muck and his patience was at an end. He had gathered some flowers earlier for sleeping potions that were clearly more blue than purple and only had five leaves, but those were surely close enough, right? He still had two good sleeping darts left anyway; odds were good he wouldn’t even need more anytime soon.

An hour and a half more it took for him to meander back into his clan’s warren, by which time night had fallen, he was exhausted and he was freezing his mud-coated scales off.

“This is... not what I asked for,” Gimmalt, the clan’s apprentice alchemist, said to him. “You need to go back tomorrow and find the right plant. A proper concoction for sleeping requires the flower of-”

“Shut up-shut up-shut up! Flowers, schmowers! Make it work! I am *not* going back to that filthy-stinky swamp again!” Tekrik growled, grabbing the younger kobold by his throat-scales and giving him a good shake.

Gimmalt’s muzzle curled in bitter displeasure as the rough-scaled hand of the kobold thief seized him. The scarred, muscular kobold was much stronger than him and the violence of the outburst both scared and infuriated him. Oooooh, he did *not* like being treated like this!

“Alright, already! I’ll make your sleeping poison! I have something else that will work, lemme go!” Gimmalt protested, shaking himself backwards from the irate Tekrik.

“Good-good!! See that you do!” Tekrik yipped, letting go of the alchemist and storming off.

Gimmalt brushed the wrinkles from his robes, breathing quickly and stewing in frustrated anger. Tekrik was one of the most arrogant and hot-blooded kobolds in the clan, always going on and on about how great and important he was. Tekrik was a very skilled thief, assassin and trapper but his outbursts were becoming very tiresome. “Gimmalt will make sleeping poison for you, yes-yes. I’ll make sleeping-*with* poison for you, Tekrik!” he said, sniggering deviously. “Oh, no-no! Gimmalt make alchemical super-duper screw-you for stupid-arrogant thief!”

****

Keldarn was at a loss. He’d cast a spell of poison neutralization twice now and they had no discernible effect whatsoever on his condition.

“Ehehehe, ehhhmmm, is you okay-fine?” Tekrik asked Keldarn, still wiggling his body against the cleric’s grip to test it continuously.

Keldarn shook his head. He had a major problem brewing; namely, his form-fitting platemail armor was restricting the growth of his rapidly-rising boner. An absurd, illogical, un-sanctified erection, but one that was swelling in his pants with all the inevitability of the tides. The enchanted mithril plate that laid before his penis was simply not made to accommodate a full erection; he was either going to have to take his hands off the kobold to drop his armored pants or deal with a very awkward and very painful cramp quite soon!

“You... kobold! You... YOU!” the human cleric stuttered, shaking his head to the side. The sheer absurdity of this situation! The indignity! If he let go of the kobold the thief was surely going to escape with all due haste, in all likelihood to return with more kobolds and more poisons to make good his foiled heist. He couldn’t let the thief go free but his platemail pants were fast becoming a crushing prison for his irrational erection. What was he going to do!?!?

There was only one thing to do.

“Kobold. Take off my pants.” Keldarn intoned with deadly solemnity.

“What-what?” The one-eyed kobold yelped. The events of the previous day had returned to his mind, and Tekrik smiled bitterly as he recalled the weird enthusiasm Gimmalt had about him when the alchemist presented him with a fresh batch of sleeping poison. Everything clicked into place as Tekrik realized that the upset alchemist had doubtless supplied him with an alchemical compound that catalyzed sexual desire instead of peaceful slumber.

Wordless, Tekrik ceased his wiggling and struggling and looked up at the flustered human who held him in place. The youthful cleric, with his stubble-covered face, broad shoulders, square jaw and firm, fit body, wasn’t exactly bad looking. Kobolds were, of course, naturally quite horny and not all that adverse to same-sex relations outside of the proper mating season. Tekrik quite enjoyed having fun with other male clan-mates when it wasn’t time to make eggs, but humans usually weren’t his thing and he usually enjoyed taking the dominant role himself. This human, though... the confused eagerness scintillating across the human’s face like a murmuration of starlings was oddly appealing. His desire was so stark and honest; his need so ready...

Tekrik gingerly slid his dexterous, clawed hands around back of the human’s platemail pants, quickly locating the locking mechanism and pulling free the heavy latch that kept it in place. Loosened, the kobold still had to shake and pull the heavy armor down from the cleric’s waist, assisted by the human’s wiggles though Keldarn kept him pinned against the log the whole time.

Keldarn sucked in breath through his teeth as he shimmied his way out of his platemail pants in the cool, campfire-lit forest night. He was still wearing padded leather longjohns, but his manhood was now fully-erect and tented the front of the heavy undergarments prominently. The bulge formed by his arousal was pointed square at the muzzle of the one-eyed kobold he had pinned to the fallen tree, a fact that was lost on neither of them.

Kobold and human exchanged a look heavy with uncertainty. Keldarn’s tented undergarments twitched with the peaked prominence of his erection.

Tekrik knew an opportunity when he saw one. “Mebbe... some ways I coulds make amends?” The one-eyed kobold ventured, looking up at the horny human with a toothy, apologetic smile.

The cleric ground his teeth together, breathing heavily and anxiously shifting his weight about as his hard cock throbbed against the inside of his breeches. “I... don’t... you...” he stammered, shaking his head. What was *wrong* with him!? He stared down at the scarred muzzle of the small smiling lizard-dragon, suddenly considering just how well his aching shaft would fill the thieving bastard’s muzzle...

“Horny horny humanses, lusting after Tekrik! What a naughty knighty you are~” Tekrik teased, shimmying restlessly back against the log. “Let Tekrik take care of your ‘scepter’...” he cooed, reaching up and slowly pulling down the human’s thick undergarments.

Keldarn felt not himself, unwilling to urge the kobold on nor voice a protest as it happened. His cock sprang up as his undergarments were lowered, mere inches from the scaly snout of the thief. His penis gently pulsed in the cool night air, fiery hot and leaking slimy strands of pre-cum. The cleric held himself as stiff as a marble column as the kobold reached towards his bare crotch...

The kobold giggled with a sibilant, high-pitched laugh. “Hehehehe! So this is what human-cock looks like? Weird look... but nice and big-large, mmhh...” Tekrik hummed, reaching towards the cleric’s balls. “That’s right... mammal-balls are all dangly; thought you had a really weird knot at first...”

“Aaaaanhg...” Keldarn gasped a groan as the kobold’s sly, scaly fingers gently rubbed against his sack, giving his sensitive orbs teasing strokes and squeezes. His ballsack pumped at the touch, the contact like oil onto the fire of his arousal. Pre-cum erupted from the head of his penis as it throbbed heavily, the burst nearly reaching Tekrik’s muzzle.

“Horny, horny humanses...” Tekrik muttered. The kobold’s ran his claws through the human’s pubic hair, pulling a few away with strange ease. The tiny stings hardly bothered Keldarn, especially since the kobold’s hands quickly moved from there to the base of the shaft. Tekrik was quite happy with the way things were going; doubtless once he got this pent-up adventurer off he’d easily be able to sneak away, and maybe with the scepter to boot!

The kobold wrapped his hands around the circumference of Keldar’s erection and gave it a long, slow stroke, from the base all the way to the circumcised head.

“AAAAAAHHHH!” Keldarn moaned aloud, knees trembling from the intensity of the pleasure. It had been some time since his manhood had been touched by another, and as strange as the small scaled hands stroking him were it felt really, really good to be touched in his current state. The shock of the intense sensation tempered his raging lust. Was this really happening!? Was he going to let a *kobold*, of all creatures, get him off!?

His penis jumped mightily as the kobold continued stroking it double-handed, smearing his steady release of pre-cum across his pulsing shaft. A powerful burst of pre shot from his angrily-throbbing cock, this time with enough force to actually splash against the kobold’s scaly, scarred muzzle.

Tekrik, with but a moment’s hesitation, licked the precum off his muzzle-tip with his long tongue. “Ahehehe... tasty!” he remarked, licking his leathery lips. The kobold steadied the human’s throbbing member with his hands and leaned forward, giving the leaking tip of Keldarn’s penis a tender lick.

“Ahhhhh! Blessed heavens!” Keldarn sighed, moaning and shivering as the kobold lavished more licks across the leaking, throbbing head of his cock. The small dragonkin’s long tongue was deceptively strong and each lick sent sizzling, tickly tremors of pleasure through his achingly-aroused cock. More bursts of pre erupted against the tip of the kobold’s warm, scaly muzzle.

The sight of the devious little lizard-creature licking his manhood was one that Keldarn had never even imagined. The kobold’s bright red tongue stood out quite a bit from his scarred dark green scales, flicking from his muzzle with distinctly reptilian rapidity as it caressed the human’s pre-leaking hardness. Keldarn stared down at the creature’s short, stubby set of horns and his eyepatch, the tail eagerly flicking under the kobold’s too-large cloak... and saw the pointy tip of the creature’s smooth shaft poking from his genital slit.

Little pinpricks of wrongness assaulted Keldarn as he took in the sight of the dragonkin’s hardening reptilian cock. He’d suspected the thief was a male merely from the hints of masculine scent in the kobold’s reptilian musk. He had vaguely held out hope that the kobold who had tried to steal from him was a female as his clerical order did not exactly approve of same-sex relations. It wasn’t exactly forbidden, just... not smiled upon. Yet such was the raging fire of his aroused state that this fact bothered him very little. Male or not, the kobold was *very* talented with that tongue of his and the cleric’s need was ever-so great...

With unabashed vigor the kobold smoothly transitioned from licking the head of the cleric’s cock, to lapping across the underside, to sucking on the hot, throbbing meat.

*SLRK! SLRRK! SLRRK!* The lewdest sucking noises echoed through the air as Keldarn’s throbbing cock was devoured by the male kobold’s muzzle. “Mmmmmf-” the kobold moaned around Keldarn’s manhood, briefly glancing upwards to see the affect it had on his unlikely sexual partner.

“Haaa-aaah!” Keldarn moaned, trembling as he felt an orgasmic spasm of pleasure from the sucks.

Tekrik grinned smugly around the dick in his maw.

That self-satisfied smirk seemed to break the tension that held Keldarn in place, shattered the mental chains that bound the cleric. He wanted, *needed* to slake his unnatural arousal but he wasn’t going to simply let the sexy little bastard have his way with him!

“Eee-yip!” Keldarn grabbed hold of the kobold and picked him up, flipping the small scaly creature upside-down across the log before them. Loosing a shaky, breathy moan, the human cleric pressed his crotch against the kobold’s muzzle, forcing his throbbing cock into the dragonkin’s throat while simultaneously driving his own face down into the smaller male’s smooth, scaly groin...

“Ghhrrlgh-!” Tekrik gurgled as six hard, throbbing inches of human cock were suddenly stuffed into his muzzle, barely opening his maw in time. The kobold’s elongated muzzle was just big enough to comfortably fit the hot meat though he did have to be careful with where his sharp teeth were positioned.

Keldarn began to pump his dick in and out of the kobold’s upside-down muzzle while grabbing hold of the kobold’s thighs and spreading his scaly legs apart. Ravenous, heedless of the perversion he was about to commit the cleric pressed his nose against the blunt point of the creature’s reptilian penis and took in the scent of the musky, inhuman cock straight from it’s source. A heady bouquet of intense, alien, undeniably male aromas washed through his nose; swampy sexual heat and worn leather, kobold sweat and natural lubricant. Keldarn closed his eyes and sniffed harder, deeper; in the heat of the moment it was the most erotic of treasures for his senses and it only made him crave *more*...

Tekrik uncertainly shifted around as he felt the cleric’s nose press against his partially-everted erection. He hadn’t thought that the human was going to be interested in his own arousal so the feeling of a warm nose pressed against his penis was not one he had been expecting. His koboldhood perked further past the taut lips of his slit as he felt the human sniff him like a hungry wolf would fresh meat. Just what was in that poison!? That damnable alchemist had really set him up good..!

Keldarn was completely lost to the moment, entirely without plans, bearings or experience. The kobold smelled really, really good... and his toned, muscular, lithe form was so warm and smooth. His muzzle was so hot and tight around his throbbing cock. Keldarn had never given a passing thought as to what a kobold’s penis even looked like and now he stared at the smoothly-tapered shaft as if it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Without another moment of hesitation he began to lick at the half that had already sprouted from the other male’s slit, salivating profusely at the first slightly-salty taste of the firm, warm, smooth shaft.

He licked it again, then kissed it, and then rubbed his face across the leathery expanse of the reptilian creature’s soft-scaled crotch. Keldarn drove his tongue past the taut lips of the kobold’s genital slit and into the musky pocket with ravishing zest, cramming it between the leathery folds and the hardening kobold-cock inside.

The kobold under him writhed and moaned as the human’s broad, flat tongue tickled the sensitive insides of his slit but Keldarn held him firmly in place by his thighs, keeping them pinned spread back over the fallen log. Under him the kobold’s tail lashed in an agitated fashion, flicking, stiffening and straightening with each deep lick into his slit and against his shaft.

Tekrik moaned, hissed and yipped around the cock in his muzzle as the human pleasured him, his smooth spear of maleness quickly everting and erecting into the cleric’s hungry mouth. He relaxed his jaw as best he could as the cleric continued to thrust into his muzzle, but with the hard kobold-cock in his mouth the human’s pounding slowed as his sucking became more passionate and focused. Tekrik moaned as soft fleshy lips wrapped firmly around his shaft and the human’s mouth milked his tensing penis. What was going on!? He was supposed to be getting the human off so he could skedaddle! Instead...

“Mmmm... mmmm.... mmmmmf-!” The kobold continued to moan around the human penis stuffing his muzzle, quivering as his hard cock pulsed in tune with the cleric’s passionate sucking. Though his legs were held firmly in place his tail was swishing around like an angry snake as sexual pleasure thrummed through his body. With his soft fleshy lips and mostly flat, blunt teeth the human was able to use his mouth a lot better than any kobold he’d ever gotten a blowjob from. Tekrik tensed his internal muscles and tried to hold back the orgasm he felt building in his loins but his internal testicles were already tensing up...

“Mmmmmgpf!” Tekrik shuddered, tail thwacking down against the log he was pinned to as he came into the soft sucking warmth of the human’s warm mouth. He bucked his hips and tail upward in an sinuous, undulating motion as he climaxed, the cleric eagerly, lewdly slurping down each and every sticky burst of his release.

Keldarn closed his eyes as he savored the taste of kobold cum splashing into his mouth. The four and a half inch spear of smooth, hot, hard, spewing reptile-cock was intensely delicious. The cleric had never tasted of another male, nevermind a *kobold* male. But this... making the kobold cum, slurping up the sticky, viscous, rich semen... it was so rewarding, so tasty, so satisfying to ingest. The raw, potent, slimy-salty seed gushing into his mouth was so sexually succulent that Keldarn nearly came himself. But he was so focused on drinking down the rapid-fire spurts of kobold essence he actually stopped thrusting into Tekrik’s muzzle to focus entirely on swallowing the kobold’s load.

The cleric moaned as the last of the kobold’s climax sputtered out across his tongue, swallowing down the final bursts of it. Yet even as he savored the musky salty bitterness of the other male’s cum the fire of his own lusts were stoked ever-higher!

Still eagerly licking and sucking the human hard cock in his muzzle, Tekrik was surprised when the horny human pulled away from him.

Keldarn quickly spun the kobold upright, pressed him back against the log, and kissed him full on the muzzle with passionate intensity. The rich, salty-bitter taste of his own cum sizzled across the kobold’s tongue as the human licked and sucked the inside of his maw, soft lips hungrily enveloping most of the front half of his muzzle. Tekrik closed his good eye and leaned into the passionate kiss as the cleric’s calloused hands roamed over his back and down to pull his tail and squeeze his butt, wincing slightly as strands of his own cum were painted across his long tongue.

“Mmmmffff... ahhhhh...” the kobold moaned, his sticky cock giving lively throbs as it stayed hard. He panted rapidly in the afterglow of the orgasm, unsure what to expect from the human. Unlike the cleric he had plenty of experience having sex with other males, but always other kobolds from his clan and usually giving rather than receiving. He had never been manhandled by someone bigger and stronger so aggressively and it was awakening strange submissive instincts that he’d only ever felt before around dragons.

Keldarn regarded the kobold with a wary glance, anxiously biting his lips. Whatever had possessed him was as strong as ever; sucking off the kobold was mere fuel upon the fire of his desire.

“Kobold... you say your name is Tekrik, is that so?” the cleric said. He regarded the creature with an uncertain look, still quite unsure of himself at the moment. Without any sexual experience with another male the cleric had only bawdy tavern songs to go upon for guidance but even these were lore enough he knew what males could do with one another. There was a place he could sheathe his aching cock, a hole his hardness could fill and he bet that the kobold’s butt was going to be a deliciously tight one...

“Tekrik is called Tekrik, yes-yes...” the kobold replied, still breathing heavily and steadily from his recent orgasm.

Keldarn smiled. “Well, Tekrik...” he began, insistently twisting on the kobold’s hips to turn him around. “You said you would make it up to me? Well... there is something you could do for me...”

“What are you...” the kobold half-protested, resisting for a moment before letting himself be turned towards the log. “Ehehehe... human..? You... you don’t want to..?” he muttered, hesitant and wary. Tekrik knew just how big the human’s weird mammal-dick was and he wasn’t even sure if he could take something that large. Moreover, as much as the thief enjoyed fucking the tight scaly butts of his clan-mates he didn’t really care to be in such a humiliating, submissive position himself.

Keldarn kept turning his body, one hand on the kobold’s back and the other now groping the base of his tail. “This is your fault, after all. You caused this. It’s only right that you deal with it.” he said.

“Ehehehahaha... Tekrik, uh, admits mistakes were made. But... ahhh...” the kobold’s words caught in his muzzle as he felt the hand on his back press him over the fallen log while the hand holding his tailbase yanked it up high enough to lift his lower body completely off the ground. “Yeip!” the kobold yipped.

Breathing heavily, aroused beyond all reason, Keldarn held the kobold’s butt up by his tail while pinning the front of the kobold down across the log with his free hand, devouring the sight of the small dragonkin’s pale-scaled butt. With his tail hiked upward the kobold’s leathery tail-hole was exposed, soft wrinkled leather even paler than the surrounding scales. He pulled the kobold’s cloak up over the top of his head until it slid off his neck, leaving Tekrik’s lower half completely naked.

The kobold’s rear end was quite different from the kind of butts that Keldarn usually found his eyes drawn to. Instead of a fair maiden’s wide hips and generous globes the dragonkin’s rump barely had buttocks at all. The creature’s underbelly, crotch and tail were one solid, smooth, sleek expanse of scales with just the suggestion of buttcheeks spread out from around where his tail was based. The creature’s hole was not far behind the kobold’s genital slit and almost as subtle a break in the scaled armor. It looked so smooth, so clean, so tight, so inviting... Keldarn felt himself drawn towards the kobold’s tail-hole as if compelled by a geas.

Breathing heavily, Keldarn drew his head closer and closer to the faint indentation of taut-folded leather below Tekrik’s tail. How could he possibly fit his throbbing cock inside such a small opening? Could it possibly stretch open wide enough for his manhood? It seemed unlikely, but the cleric was driven to find out...

Tekrik squirmed uncertainly against the log, the tip of his tail lashing about anxiously as he felt the human’s hand slide down from his tailbase and around his sleek cheeks to stroke the soft, sensitive scales around his tail-hole. He felt soft fleshy fingers against his pucker, experimentally teasing the folded leathery flesh of his rear entrance. “Eeey-” He barely kept himself from yipping as his rear entrance was tickled. “Eeehhhhh... uh... is you sure you want to... uh...”

His words died in his throat as he suddenly felt the soft, warm, wet sensation of a human tongue against his exposed hole.

“Ahhh.... ahhhHHHGN! *YIP!* YIPE*!” Tekrik vocalized, his whole body tensing as he felt the human’s tongue swipe over his sensitive tail-hole. Instinctively his tail curled lower and his pucker clenched against the foreign contact but this did nothing to dissuade Keldarn. The cleric again pulled the kobold’s tail up high and gently bit a trail down the soft-scaled appendage, until his mouth was again pressed against the kobold musky, leathery tail-hole. Keldarn swept his tongue up and down, over and across, and in a swirling motion all over the kobold’s tight pucker in a passionate, experimental frenzy. He kissed the kobold’s cute little hole, he bit his lean, scaly asscheeks, he drove his tongue dead into the center of the warm velvety folds of kobold flesh that made up the creature’s tailhole...

“Aaaayip*! *Yeeep*! *YIP*! Gyaaa... *YIP!*” Tekrik squeezed his muzzle with both hands, mortified by the sounds he was making as his ass was assaulted by the horny human behind him. He was shadow-clad death! He was a master of traps, tricks and treacherous deeds! He had braved haunted dungeons and fortified prisons no other kobold would dare! And now he was moaning like a virgin about to make her first eggs!!! Oooh, if anybody in the clan ever saw him like this-!-!-!

His body betrayed him, kobold-cock throbbing and tail-hole slowly flexing open under the relentless probing of the human’s tongue. His toeclaws curled and his whole body shook as he felt the broad heat of it press past the leathery folds, into the sensitive depths of his butt. Years it had been since the kobold had anything inside his bottom, and decades since the sensation had teased and tantalized him so; a mewling, yipping, gurgling moan erupted from his muzzle, and he began to shiver as his tailhole squeezed against the relentless invading tongue.

Keldarn continued to push his tongue in harder and deeper. His cock felt as hard as adamantium but his lust was tempered from it’s earlier frenzied state, forged into focused purpose. He was going to mount the kobold’s cute little butt for all it was worth, this he knew with certainty. The creature’s sharp, suppressed moans and yips were ambrosia to his ears, his squirming the sweetest pleasure. He knew that the kobold would soon be his and the thought filled the cleric with the utmost satisfaction. He withdrew his tongue from the kobold’s tailhole and watched it quickly wink closed, only to relax visibly as he gave Tekrik’s rear another hard kiss right on his sensitive pucker.

The cleric stood up suddenly, unbuckling the top half of his armor faster than he ever had before. Tekrik, breathing heavily, glanced backwards with a look of uncertain lust on his scarred muzzle. Precum drizzled steadily from his throbbing koboldhood as the human squeezed himself close, draping his now-naked body across the kobold’s smooth-scaled back. Keldarn wrapped his hands around the kobold’s clawed fingers, kissed the side of Tekrik’s muzzle and began to grind the hot, hard head of his cock against the tender tail-hole he had just been making out with...

“Ahhhhhhh-hhhgnh..!” the kobold moaned, shaking under the cleric as he felt the human’s huge cock rub all over his rear. He could feel the needy hardness against his ass, searching insistently for his moistened pucker. Keldarn’s raging boner slid down the length of Tekrik’s tail, rubbed against the underside of his own throbbing leaking koboldhood, poked and prodded his scaly butt...

“Hng-yip!” Tekrik yipped, as the hard, bulbous head of Keldarn’s manhood roughly kissed his quivering hole.

“Ohhhhh yessss...” the cleric lustfully moaned. He held his profusely-leaking cock right up against the entrance to the kobold’s ass, slowly rocking back and forth against the dragonkin’s pucker and wetting it with his pre-cum. He could barely hold himself back from from simply sheathing himself deep inside the warm, scaly little ass but the creature’s tail-hole was so small and so tight he knew, if it was even possible, he would need to penetrate it slowly and gently...

Keldarn continued to moan as he worked his into the kobold’s hole, slicking it more and more, slowly teasing it open. “Take it... take me...” he growled against Tekrik’s earhole.

“Ghhhnngh-!” Tekrik moaned, muzzle twisting from side to side as he strained under the human mounting him. “Gyaaahyeaaap~!” he yipped, Keldarn’s maleness slowly penetrating his tail-hole. Just the bulge of the head of the human-cock at first, but it was the biggest part and the rest of the shaft followed not long after. The inner tunnel of his butt was so small compared to the mammal-dick being gradually thrust inside him, the whole process was agonizingly, ecstatically slow...

“Yes... yes...” Keldarn’s moans were sultry whispers.

“Soooooo big-large, oooohhhhhh! No! Yes! Oooooooooo~!” Confused moans came from the panting kobold as his ass was gradually filled with the human’s throbbing shaft. “Gnnnnnghhghghg~!” he gurgled, tears of raw exertion welling up in his eyes as he tried to relax his anal muscles against the comparatively-giant cock filling his butt. When almost all of it was inside him, he felt the fat head of the weird mammalian penis press against his prostate. Between his spread legs the kobold’s own member twitched powerfully, a shock of raw pleasure exploding through him as his ass was totally claimed.

“GHHHHNNNGH!” Tekrik cried out through clenched teeth. The sensation of having such a huge dick so deep inside him felt so good, so delicious, so *right*... it filled him so completely he could hardly think. He hated to admit it, but being mounted by the human felt so very, very, very good!

“Mmmmnngh... not just a thief... a whore, too?” Keldarn teased, hissing an ecstatic moan through his own gritted teeth. He couldn’t fit the last half-inch of his cock inside but he was surprised enough he’d stuffed almost all of his cock inside the kobold’s small, tight ass.

“Hhnnhhh-! Shut-up shut-up shut-up!!!” the kobold squealed. “Tekrik is DEATH-in-the-SHADOWS!”

Keldarn grinned, slowly drawing himself back and then pushing back in to the sweet tightness of the kobold’s tail-hole.

“Gnnnrhrhghhhhhhrhhghh-” the kobold moaned as Keldarn pulled back, then “-hrrrnnnnghhYIP! YIIIP!” as the hot, hard human-cock pushed back in.

“Y-you wanted... a scepter... well... here... it... is!” Keldarn taunted, pulling out and pushing back into the kobold’s crushingly-tight depths with each word.

“GAAAAAH! YIP! YIIP! YIP-!” Tekrik moaned, his voice echoing through the forest as the huge human-cock drove inexorably into his butt. He’d never had anything nearly this large in his ass and his anal muscles strained to accommodate the hot, hard, throbbing shaft. His koboldhood slapped violently against the side of the log he was pinned to, sticky-slimy strands of his pre-seed webbing between the tip of his dick and the dead wood.

“Yes... yes!” Keldarn breathed. In and out, shallow and deep, right into the kobold’s firm yet yielding prostate he mated with the smaller male.

“Ahhh.... ahhhh! YIP! Ahhhhh.... ahhhh! YIP! YIP! Ahhhhgn~!” Keldarn’s yipping voice was a continuous chorus of moans. The kobold dug his claws so hard into the log they had sunk into the bark and were sort of stuck there. Faster, harder he was fucked, and the kobold couldn’t help but rock his rear back to meet each powerful thrust inside his ass. His twitching tail slapped against the cleric’s sweaty face, until the human bit into it and held it in his mouth, sucking passionately upon the scaly appendage. “GHHHNNYAAAAHHHYIP-!”

The coupling between the improbable lowers had risen to a fiery frenzy of flesh upon scale, both Keldarn and Tekrik fast ascending towards an orgasmic peak. The wet slap of the cleric’s dangling ballsack upon the underside of the kobold’s smooth-scaled tailbase echoed through the dark forest, accompanied by a legato duet of moans from the two joined males...

Keldarn’s eyes squinted closed, his mouth gaped open with hoarse moans, his whole body shook violently; it was coming, he was cumming! Right into the kobold’s warm, tight little butt! Deep, deep into the smooth, squeezing tunnel of his tailpassage! So close, he was so close..!

“YEEEEEEEIIP! YIIIIIP! YIIIP! YIIIP! YIIIIP!” Tekrik’s yipping told the human he was very close to cumming himself.

“Ahhhh... hnnngh! HNNNGH..! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-!” Keldarn couldn’t hold back his groans and moans. He was on the very precipice, his cock violently twitching inside the clenching kobold tail-hole with every shaky thrust he gave...

...and then at last, orgasm crashed upon him. Keldarn groaned with voiceless ecstasy as the climax burst violently through his sheated dick, thunderous pleasure exploding through his cock as he came hard and deep into the kobold’s ass. His thrusting slowed into shallow, unstable, instinctual humps as he unloaded spurt after potent splurt of semen into Tekrik’s tailpassage, most of the forceful ejaculations right against the kobold’s clenching prostate.

A guttural, voiceless gurgle rasped from the kobold’s muzzle as an intense anal orgasm quaked through his body, an electric arc of pure pleasure surging from his tailhole to his prostate to his koboldhood. His good eye scrunched tightly closed as each of the hot, thick waves of human cum spurting into his ass drove another aching pulse of kobold seed from his cock, his untouched member splattering every drop of essence his internal sack held against the log under him.

“Gnnnghgh~! Ohhhh! Hhnnnghh..! Ahhhh!” the Tekrik groaned, orgasmic tremors continuing to throb through his koboldhood even after all his cum had burst from it.

“Mmmmmmhhgn... yeah.... yes..!” Keldarn senselessly moaned, his thrusts slowing until he simply held his still-hard cock inside the kobold’s ass, which was now stuffed full of his hot, thick, sticky load.

Finally, the human and kobold were still. Keldarn was pressed deep into the kobold’s clenching, well-creamed butt; Tekrik was pulling his claws out of the log they were buried in.

The cleric leaned his head low and kissed the side of the kobold’s muzzle, feeling the rough texture of the scarred scales with his lips. He took his right hand away from where it had held the top of the kobold’s smaller hand, searching below the dragonkin’s crotch until he found the dragonkin’s slimy spent cock, which he teasingly stroked. It had felt good, *so* *good*, to cum inside the kobold’s tight ass... but Keldarn was still *so* *hard*, so needy...

Tekrik felt the human pull back, but instead of withdrawing his erection from the snugness of the kobold’s butt entirely he held just the head inside his tail-hole... then slowly thrust back in.

“Ahhhhh! Aahhahhhhh-yip!” Tekrik hoarsely moaned, squirming as he felt the thick hard human-dick again push against his prostate. “EEEEYIIP! WHAT IS ARE YOU DOING-!?” The kobold shook violently as more sloppy thrusts plowed through his tailpassage. His prostate was almost painfully sensitive after the epic anal orgasm he’d just experienced. How was the human not satisfied!? His butt was positively stuffed with the hot stickiness of Keldarn’s release. Every fresh thrust made the lewdest sloshing slapping sounds.

“Nnnhyaa... Heavens, I don’t know...” Keldarn breathily moaned. “Need... need you..!”

Something was very wrong with his penis. Even buried deep inside the kobold’s tight scaly butt Keldarn could feel his twitching hardness growing and thickening with powerful sexual tingles. Heat engulfed his twitching dick. It felt almost as if it was blistering but whatever was happening was as far from painful as could be...

“OOOOOOoooOOoooooaaaaaAAAaaaAaaaaAAAHHH~!” Tekrik’s voice was nothing but a long, continuous moan as his sore sensitive stuffed hole was again vigorously plowed. Not only was the cleric’s cock growing larger inside him but the texture of it seemed to be changing as well. Before all he could really feel was the larger head of the human’s penis, which spread his inner walls before the thickness of the human’s meat could stretch him wide and fill his butt with it’s girth. But now even the middle-part of the shaft was teasing his tailpassage with... with something not so straight and simple..?

Keldarn built his thrusting into slappy steady rolling rocking motions, even as throbbing tingles of growth arced all through his hard cock. His genitals felt so very, very weird; his ballsack was too tight and his dick surged with uneven growth, but all he could think of was just how hot and snug and tender the kobold’s creamy tail-hole was, how utterly satisfying it was to be sheathed inside it; how close he already was to another glorious climax-!

Moans poured from the human. “Oh! Ohhh! OHHH! OH! AHHH-!” Keldarn could hardly believe his own voice. He drove himself hard and deep into the aching tightness of the kobold’s scaly butt, barely pulling back before each fresh thrust. The kobold’s smooth taut tailpassage clenched around him like a glove two sizes too small.

“NNNNNGHHHHHH! NNNGHGHHNGHRLK-!” Tekrik choked. The dick inside his rear tunnel was big; *too* big! But being so completely stuffed felt so good! The kobold silently thanked his natural stretchiness as he drove his drooling muzzle down against the log, again digging his claws into the wood for purchase as he was screwed harder than he’d even been in his life. The textured shape of the human’s oddly-changing cock rubbed his most sensitive places like nothing he’d ever felt, and still it kept growing bigger! The cleric had nearly been able to bottom out inside his tailhole earlier, but now the human’s shaft was long and large enough he could no longer feel the other male’s sack slapping the soft leather of his taint.

“Hnngh... Haaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh-!” Keldarn moaned. Twisting tension poured into his penis but he was far too horny to do anything other than mate the male kobold under him. A second orgasm was fast approaching, his taut ballsack already clenching ominously as he jabbed thrusts into the kobold’s hot, tight, sticky hole.

Tekrik had no words, not even moans as he felt the rapid-fire throbbing of the human’s dick inside his already-creamy hole. He was so sensitive from his last orgasm he almost wanted to cry out for the cleric to stop.

Almost.

Keldarn exhaled all his breath as another orgasm overtook him, accompanied by a faint whimpering moan from his kobold lover. For the second time that night he shot his semen hard and deep, oh so deep and oh so hard into Tekrik’s tailpassage.

The kobold’s own cock throbbed heavily, but it had been such a short time since his last climax he didn’t cum himself even though he was very close. His muzzle trembled as he almost cried out for more hard thrusting.

Keldarn’s humping slowed as the gushing twitches of his dick inside the kobold’s ass trailed off. The kobolds butt was utterly soaked with a simmering stew of semen now. His arousal was still intense enough he could easily have continued to mate Tekrik’s hot tight hole, but the curious sensations assaulting his erection were unbearably strange and he needed to find out what was causing them. Still holding the kobold down against the log, he gingerly pulled his searing-hot cock out of the creature’s achingly-tight tailpassage.

“Ghhhhngh...” Keldarn grunted. The kobold’s hole clenched around his dick the whole time he withdrew his thickening shaft. When he finally pulled his cum-covered cock from his lover’s small butt it popped free with a wet *Shlrk!* sound and a gushing of excess seed.

“Hnngnhh... hah.... hah... hah...” Tekrik panted, his twitching pucker leaking another few small spurts of the human’s huge loads as it again closed. He rubbed the human’s sweat off his head and turned around, sprawling back against the log and panting for breath. Almost all of the sticky heat of the human’s cum was still stuffed inside his ass. He looked up at the cleric, only to notice that he was staring down at his messy penis with a look of pure shock.

“What in creation!?” Keldarn exclaimed, wiping his seed away from his shaft and staring down at the still-hard member twitching between his legs.

“Awhaaat..?” Tekrik moaned, staring with his muzzle agape at the smooth, throbbing, red-flushed spear of cock between the human’s legs. The circumcised head was now a solid speartip without discernible glans, only barely bigger than the rest of the shaft it was connected to. Thick ridges had formed along the length of what was no longer exactly a human penis, along with two fat bulges that were fast forming the knotted base of the transforming cock. Most of the human’s pubic hair had fallen away, and the flesh of his pubic mound had taken on a leathery sheen. Tekrik could see the faint indentation of scales forming around the base of the human’s penis, the changing texture flushed salmon pink unlike the pale flesh on the rest of the human.

Keldarn stared down at his changing penis with a look of utter shock, torn between horror at watching his manhood mutate into a totally inhuman form and lust at just how good the tingling and throbbing of his mutating penis felt. “My... my p-” the cleric trembled, his tattered sense of propriety keeping him from even saying the word.

“Penissss...” the kobold hissed for him.

“You! What did you *do* to me!?” Keldarn barked at Tekrik.

“Tekrik not know! Tekrik not mean to! Was just supposed to be sleepsy poison, not... not make human’s dick into...” the kobold stared hard at the cleric’s pulsating member. It was starting to look oddly familiar, similar to some schlong he’d seen before. Familiar, it was, because it looked so much like...

...like a dragon’s cock. A red dragon, specifically; the bulged breeding ridges and threateningly-thick knot were a dead giveaway.

Watching the cleric’s maleness change into a dragonhood was a sight of hypnotic, enchanting wonder for the kobold. Most dragon-cocks were as big as he was, if not bigger. But the pulsating girth of the human’s mutating dick had grown from five and a half to seven, maybe eight inches. Absolutely huge compared to the kobold’s size but maybe probably actually able to fit inside his stretchy tailhole...

Keldarn was speechless, running his fingers across the sensitive ridges of his transforming penis with a dark frown upon his face. Little wonder the incantations he’d cast had been ineffective; it was not poison that had been injected into his neck. Some kind of alchemical mutagen? Whatever it was it was altering his anatomy on a profound level. The musky heat rising off his throbbing, increasingly-draconic cock didn’t smell anything like his normal emissions. It was so much more intense, with smoky reptilian notes that wrinkled his nose with their potency.

Keldarn was still experimentally touching his changing cock when the kobold’s scaly hands joined his. The kobold’s dexterous fingers wrapped around the bulging ridges that were forming across his shaft, tenderly stroking the searing flesh.

“Dahhhh... d-dragon-cock...” Tekrik moaned, licking the front of his muzzle with rising hunger. “So big-large... smells so good...” he babbled.

“Ahhhhhh...” Keldarn moaned, his own fingers falling away from his shaft as the kobold’s scaly hands stroked it. The musk-drenched heat, the swelling knot, the relentless desire for kobold ass; it was all starting to make sense to him now. Somehow his member was fast becoming a human-sized dragonhood. As strange as it was it simply felt *so* *good*, especially with the kobold’s scaly digits now rubbing across it’s twisted ridges.

Tekrik’s mind was numb as his eyes locked onto the thick and throbby, hot and hefty girth of the other male’s dragon-y cock. Keldarn’s inhuman penis leapt between his hands, forcing him to squeeze tight lest it twitch free. His kobold instincts were afire with the desire to worship the human’s draconic dick, the *need* to take it every possible way. That cursed alchemist!!! He had tricked him into creating something he could never possibly resist; a dragon-cock small enough to fit into his muzzle, small enough to breed his tail-hole!

“Gahhh.... haaaah..!” Keldarn panted. The prominent ridges that now rose all around his pointed penis were tender and the kobold’s hands greedy. His knees almost buckled as Tekrik caressed his giant, twitching, increasingly-draconic penis. So pleasurable were the stroking sensations he didn’t even notice the pocket of leathery flesh forming around the base of his cock, the pumping waves of growth that flowed into the knot at the base of his shaft nor the swelling pumping of his taut, hairless ballsack.

Tekrik, however, did.

Willing on the beautiful sight of the forming dragonhood, the kobold moved his hands lower to squeeze the human’s knot. A heavy splurt of pre-cum shot from the arrowhead of Keldarn’s cock and struck the kobold right on the tip of his snout. Tekrik lapped it up with his long tongue, savoring the awesome scent-taste and moving his hands lower still. He cupped the human’s taut sack, feeling the searing heat of the giant, glorious balls within and lusting after their savory contents. They jumped upward as they were fondled, only to come to rest slightly higher up than before. The kobold knew they were destined to soon be inside the human’s body, snug and protected like testicles were supposed to be. Not all exposed and dangly as they were on a stupid mammal-human...

The kobold squeezed the human’s nuts and pressed them up against the human’s slowly widening, deepening, scale-growing slit.

“Nnghhyaaaaah!” the cleric gasped. The incredibly weird sensation of his balls being pushed into his groin sent tremors through his body. His cock, nearly blood red in color and glistening smooth, pulsed upward and shot a burst of pre-cum clear over the kobold’s head.

“Draaaaagon baaaaawwwlssssss...” Tekrik hissed lustfully, snaking his snout forward and taking a deep, long huff of their potent scent into his nostrils. Keldarn’s sack pulsed heavily, sucking just past the swollen crest of his forming reptilian male-slit. They still hung prominently outside it but the kobold was quick to continue pushing them against the still too-small slit even as he nuzzled the musky taut pair of oblong leathery orbs...

“You... ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!” Keldarn cried out. He half-heartedly pushed the kobold’s muzzle away, though the motion came out more like a lover’s caress than an earnest attempt to shove away the snout huffing his leathery balls. His hands ended up squeezing the kobold’s horns.

“Mmmmmmmmhhhhhh!” Tekrik drew his head back as he was pulled away from the human’s sensitive balls by his horns, but only because he was as curious about the transformation of Keldarn’s penis as he was eager to huff in more pungent dragon-scent. His hands kept busy, alternatively squeezing and shoving that delicious dangling ballsack up into it’s new home...

With one final push, the cleric’s balls sloshed deep into his newly-formed slit and stuck there. “Ahhgngh!” Keldarn cried out, his huge draconic penis thrumming with powerful pulsating pleasure. He sucked in a sharp breath as he felt an orgasmic peak wash over him, his hard cock twitching like metal being forged through hammer-blows.

*KR-SPLRRRCH!* The human’s inhuman cock erupted, a blast of thick, solid white cum shooting square between Tekrik’s horns and down the back of the kobold’s head.

Mesmerized, the kobold’s muzzle shot open to catch the next eruption but he was just a little too slow and off-target. The next mighty blast of semen from the human’s draconic cock struck the top and side of his muzzle, part of it actually striking his snout and sinking into his nostrils. But by the third shot of cum the kobold had steadied the cleric’s member with his hands, directing it straight into his open maw.

The burning heat, the searing taste of draconic semen struck the kobold’s tongue, poured into his muzzle. Tekrik could taste the sizzling, salty, acrid musk of dragon essence instantly saturate his tastebuds with a complex batch of sexual flavor that made the kobold’s toeclaws curl. He swallowed down the thick liquid ecstasy spurting into his maw, the smoldering heat sinking deep into his belly and instantly making his koboldhood pulse at the precipice of orgasm.

The rich, smoky taste suffused his senses. Dragon cum! The human’s dragon-cock-climax had covered his muzzle and snout in very dragon-y essence. Some of it had even gone right into his nostrils. Tekrik shivered, silently moaning as the raw power of the smell and taste overwhelmed him.

The kobold could have happily spent the rest of his days simply sucking upon that glorious dragon-dick, except for the fact there was another part of his body that lusted after the draconic cock even more than his muzzle...

“Tekrik... Tekrik need it. Need *you*...” the kobold whined, looking up at the cleric with pleading eyes. He turned around and pressed himself up on the fallen log, raising his tail high. Flickering his tail from side to side, the kobold bared his tail-hole towards the human cleric. In the dim firelight it glistened with human semen from their previous mating...

Keldarn’s dragon-dick was as hard as ever. The kobold’s butt had been agonizingly, deliciously tight before his penis had finished changing; how snug would it be now..?

“You... you craven little slut... you.... you-!” the cleric panted.

“Uh-huh uh-huh-” the kobold quipped without a trace of shame, again swaying his raised tail. “Tekrik is craven slut; Tekrik wantses your dragon-cock sooooo bad! You muuuust gives! You must!”

Keldarn had no reproach for the scaly thief. He had to admit that he wanted the kobold as bad as the kobold wanted him. A defeated moan slipped past his lips as he felt himself drawn towards the kobold’s raised butt, guided by his twitching throbbing dragonhood.

“Oh...” the cleric breathed, leaning low and rubbing the head of his strange cock against the kobold’s slick hole.

“Ohhhhhhh...” Tekrik’s voice was a low, sultry, needy moan as his tail-hole was kissed by the tip of Keldarn’s dragonhood.

Keldarn stared from the kobold’s taut pucker to his giant throbbing cock, wondering if it was even possible to fit himself back inside that tight scaly ass.

Somehow he already knew it was going to fit. It was going to juuust barely fit. Keldarn fervently thanked every good god that he could think of as he pressed and prodded his rock-hard cock against the kobold’s tail-hole, each splurt of pre-cum that spat from the smooth tip of his altered penis seeming to relax open the kobold’s snug hole. The kobold’s leathery pucker spread wide as his relentless pressing thrusts again parted it, and Keldarn’s changed cock slowly, ever-so slowly sunk once more into the muscular, cum-slickened depths of his scaly lover’s butt.

The intensely erotic sensation of sheathing himself inside the kobold was far greater than before, the ridges of his draconic penis tensing and tingling as they entered the squeezing, sticky, quivering tailpassage.

“OHHHHHHHH, YESSSSSSSSS~!!!” Tekrik cried out.

Keldarn pumped his hips forwards and backwards in a rocking motion, now somewhat acquainted with the act of lovemaking with the male kobold. What he was not used to was just how big and weirdly-shaped his transformed dragon-penis was. He couldn’t thrust nearly as fast as he had before. The moderate, tender pace he had managed before shoving his human member into the much smaller kobold butt was now the agonizing slowness of having to stretch the kobold’s tailpassage as wide as it could go with his ridged dragonhood.

Somehow the kobold’s rear was able to stretch enough, helped along by the cum already trapped inside it, prodigious blasts of draconic pre-cum and Keldarn’s willfully-slow movements. He savored every inch of the kobold’s inner tunnel his changed cock conquered, until his knot was grinding against the dragonkin’s widened tail-hole. The cleric savored the sweetness of his giant ridged cock being nearly fully sheathed, bouncing his knot against the kobold’s quivering pucker for several succulent seconds before withdrawing... and then swiftly shoving his hard throbbing cock back inside....

Tekrik couldn’t hold back a barrage of screaming moans. “AHHHHHH! YES, FUCK YES! KNOT-TIE TEKRIK’S ASS! GOOD-HARD FUCK-”

“HRF, LANGUAGE!” Keldarn chided, grabbing hold of the kobold’s muzzle and squeezing it shut as he continued to slowly drive his giant dragoncock in and out of the kobold’s incredibly tight tailhole.

“MMMMGGFFF-!” the kobold continued to moan, muffled now.

Harder, deeper, faster he *fucked* the kobold, his knot soon rapidly slapping against Tekrik’s stretched pucker. He could feel the fat bulge of his draconic knot throb as he tried yet failed to shove it inside, resorting instead to grinding it against the kobold’s tensed hole. Oh, how he wanted, needed to bury himself fully inside his smaller lover!

Tekrik was completely conquered by the human and his newly-acquired dragonhood. He whimpered as a potent sexual climax wracked his prostrate body, the kobold cumming into the grass below with a barrage of wet splorches.

The kobold’s tight hole was now spasming around Keldarn’s cock with an unbearable heated needy grip. But Keldarn was... he was about to cum himself, but his knot *needed* to be locked inside his lover. Would *that* part of him fit? Could it possibly fit..? His now-internal testicles tensed ominously.

The cleric drooled senselessly down onto the back of the kobold’s neck, trying desperately to work his throbbing knot past the tightness of the dragonkin’s tailhole. Each flexing quiver the tail-hole made in tune with the kobold’s orgasm let him slide part of it in...

Deeper, deeper he sank the fat bulge...

Almost... almost..! He could feel his knot slowly sinking inward, the incredible tension of the lathery hole just barely holding it back..!

As Tekrik’s orgasm tapered down, the kobold’s tailhole relaxed just enough that the thickest part of Keldarn’s newly-acquired knot could squeeze past the cum-slickened pucker. The rest of his knot popped into place soon after, the whole bizarre structure soon swelling to gigantic size as it slid home, locking his penis inside the kobold’s butt.

“AhhhhhhHHHhhhh~!” Keldarn’s moan was subdued by the raw intensity of the sexual pleasure. His thrusts were shallow; his cock was completely buried inside the kobold’s butt. He was knotted, tied with the kobold cock-to-ass! No force in the multiverse could possibly stop what was about to happen; he was going to stuff the kobold’s butt full of his dragon cum!

Orgasm overtook the cleric with the force of a natural disaster, with sexual pleasure beyond words. He fell across the kobold’s back as his cock throbbed and erupted the first volley of cum hard and deep into his lover’s already-creamytailpassage, followed by a series of voluminous blasts that rendered him dumb, deaf and mute from sheer pleasure. For the better part of a minute the human felt his now-internal testicles empty themselves through his knotted draconic cock and into the kobold’s tight tailpassage for the third time that night, shaking violently the whole while.

“AAHHHHHHHYIIIP! YIIIIIP! YEAAAAIIIIIP!!! YIPPPPPP!!!” Tekrik’s screaming yips echoed through the dark forest. He was already in the midst of an orgasm but it was overtaken by a second and even more powerful climax. His koboldhood straightened and exploded with the force of another massive anal orgasm, splattering seed against the fallen log so hard he stripped away the outer layer of dead bark.

“Haaaaaaaahhhhhhhh-!” Keldarn moaned, the last of the massive climax making his whole body tremble from the effort to stay upright. Locked tight inside the kobold by his swollen knot, every last drop of Keldarn’s orgasm shot home into Tekrik’s tailpassage.

“AHHHHH! AHHHHNGHHHHGNYIP! NNNGNGHYIP!” Tekrik quaked as he felt the searing heat of the dragoncum filling his ass. There was so much of it pumping into his butt, so much his innards and belly were starting to swell with sweetly-sexual heat. More cum leapt from the kobold’s twitching penis, forming a shallow pool that drowned the grass below.

Utterly drained, completely spent, Keldarn collapsed down in front of the log, pulling Tekrik down with him by his knotted butt. The unlikely pair struck the grass below with a dull, wet squish. The cleric hugged the kobold tight around his chest and almost immediately felt the sweetness of slumber overtake him.

The thoroughly-stuffed kobold was fast asleep himself.

****

Tekrik awoke the next morning by the light of the sunrise and the melodious noise of the dawn chorus.

The blanketing quiet of sleep left him quickly as the kobold soon recalled the events of the prior night. He tried to wiggle his way up, but felt the weight of his human lover still atop his smaller body... as well as the thickness of the knotted cock tied to his cum-stuffed ass.

“Human! Hyuuumannnn. Wakey wakey!” Tekrik whispered, throwing an elbow into the chest of the naked human resting atop him. “Get up or your friends are going to see us like this!”

Keldarn shifted his weight a little to the side but remained fast asleep.

Squirming and shimmying his lithe body as gently as he could, the kobold slowly began to wiggle his way out from under the human half atop him. The human’s draconic, half-hard knot wasn’t leaving his tail-hole without a fight. Tekrik relaxed his rear as best he could, slowly pulling away from the thick mass tying them together, until...

*Pllrk!* The knot popped out of his ass with a lewd, wet pop. “Yip!” the kobold softly yipped. Warm trickles of cum leaked from his tailhole and down his thighs as his sore, worn pucker slowly flexed closed.

Crawling up to his feet the kobold quickly searched around and located his weaponry, as well as the Scepter of Antiquarians. “Yessss!” he quietly hissed, tossing the artifact up and down. The silver-shafted rod was surprisingly light for it’s size.

Tekrik was on the verge of departing with his prize but heated arousal still suffused his body. The tip of his koboldhood had been outside of his slit ever since he woke up and a fog of lust clouded his mind. Thick, smoky musk wafted into the kobold’s snout with every breath he took. “Oooooohhhhh...” the kobold moaned, sniffing around and smelling the dragon-cum caking his scales.

The kobold looked away from the clearing, towards the woodland wilds just before him. Then his eyes swept back towards Keldarn, who had rolled over onto his back still asleep. The naked cleric’s dragonhood stood straight up from his crotch, stiff with morning wood and gently twitching.

“Ahhhhh... this is not-good.” the kobold croaked, sweeping his cloak around his front to cover his erecting cock. He sniffed at the dewy morning air and his snout wrinkled and tingled from the sultry sex-smell still hanging heavy around him. The kobold couldn’t take his eyes off the succulent, swollen, semen-coated dragon-shaft that sprouted from between the cleric’s legs. He bit the front of his muzzle and rubbed his tingling snout, looking from the scepter in his hands down to the one that the cleric now bore. Which one did he really want..?

It was no contest at all.

Tekrik tossed the Scepter of Antiquarians to the ground where the silver thumped into the dewy grass and snuggled himself between the human’s legs, so swept up in sweet anticipation he giggled with glee. Tears of joy welled up in his eyes as he pressed his snout towards the source of his irresistible lust, the human’s towering draconic dick.

The fiery *heat* of the musk-laden, crimson-red penis crashed into Tekrik’s snout as he drew closer to it. It wasn’t completely hard and yet it was still more than seven thick inches long and so thick the kobold could barely wrap a hand around it. How had it possibly fit inside his ass!?! The huge dragonhood was absolutely filthy with cum and the smell of raw, pungent sex wafted from it in blazing, mesmerizing waves...

The horny kobold nearly squealed with joy as he stuck his pointy snout right up against the heated dragon-cock, inhaling deep and long sniffs that seared the sex-scent of a virile dragon irreversibly into his mind. Tekrik’s vision blurred and shivers cascaded through his whole body as he gave Keldarn’s draconic member more and more hungry huffing sniffs with his snout, his koboldhood rapidly becoming fully erect.

Tekrik lapped across the messy expanse of reptilian male-ness, tasting every delicious throbbing ridge, every cum-caked curve and every firm inch. The discarded Scepter of Antiquarians lying nearby was nearly banished from his thoughts; even though it was a powerful artifact the kobold treasured Keldarn’s transformed dragon-cock soooooo much more. Ecstatic tears ran down the kobold’s muzzle as he continued to plant licks and kisses all over the delicious dragon-dick, hardly able to believe that the paragon of penis before him was truly his to enjoy..!

Keldarn woke to the sight of Tekrik’s licking and kissing all across his cum-caked dragoncock. In the morning light he finally got a good look at the one-eyed kobold’s face. It was a bizarre seeing a look of sheer glee on the thief’s battle-scarred muzzle as he drank in the musky scents and flavors of the human’s inhuman member.

“Ahhhhh... hhhhhaaahhhhh...” the slowly-waking human moaned, a waking yawn stifled by the blissful shudders that accompanied the feeling of his transformed penis being orally pleasured by the horny kobold thief. He blinked his eyes opened and rubbed the sleep from them, sitting up on his elbows as Tekrik began to suck his cock.

Beginning with slow sucks on the head of the human’s pointed dragon-cock, the kobold drove his muzzle downward with every passing second, until the swelling, throbbing draconic dick positively stuffed his maw and popped into his throat. Keldarn could hardly believe his dick was so deep into the kobold’s muzzle; the creature seemed to have no gag reflex at all.

It wasn’t long before the cleric was sucking in breath through his teeth, nearing an orgasm. He stared at the kobold’s good eye, lidding with focused pleasure as he pushed his muzzle down to the base of the human’s freshly-grown knot. Keldarn bucked his hips upward with each powerful suck engulfing his huge dragon-cock; once, twice, thrice, four times...

On the fifth shuddering thrust, the overwhelming pleasure of orgasm crashed over him. “HnnnnnghhhhAAAAAAH!” the cleric moaned, holding his tensing member up into the kobold’s muzzle as his cum exploded into Tekrik’s maw.

“MMhhhh..!” the kobold moaned.

*SCHHRRRLLLK!* *SSHHHHKKKLRRRK!* *SLLLRRRKPT!* The kobold drank down each of the powerful eruptions of dragon cum with his eye squeezed closed and his tail twitching. Most of the blasts shot right down his throat, but the loads of dragon semen were so thick and heavy the kobold still had to swallow down the bits that spilled down into his maw.

The incredibly-lewd sucking sounds continued as the kobold kept voraciously sucking Keldarn’s cumming dragon-cock. “MMmmmmm... mmmmmmm..!” Tekrik moaned, the salty-savory-smoky taste of apex semen coating his tongue and muzzle, curling his toeclaws and tensing his tail.

“Mmmm....gyahhhhh...” Tekrik groaned as the human’s dragonhood ceased twitching, gooey strands of cum trailing between his muzzle-tip and the lower portion of the cleric’s penis for several seconds afterwards.

Keldarn stared hard into the kobold’s good eye as he panted for breath after the powerful sexual climax, making out the nearby Scepter of Antiquarians in the corner of his vision. It wasn’t where it had been dropped last night, was it..? Had the kobold really taken it... and then dropped it again? To... to suck his cock?

Tekrik rubbed slimy sticky strands of semen from his muzzle-tip and stared back at the human with a dazed, lustful smile. “So... tasty...” the kobold moaned, his hardness twitching.

Keldarn was in a state of shock. The events of the previous night came back to him like the aftershocks of an earthquake as he simmered in the afterglow of his orgasm. That all had really happened; it wasn’t some bizarre dream. He had really grown a dragon-penis and...

...and screwed the daylight of out of the drooling, one-eyed, scarred kobold thief in front of him.

The cleric had no words. He had never in a million years imagined he would be attracted to a kobold, nevermind a male one that had tried to steal one of his order’s most sacred artifacts. Painful shame conflicted with the throbbing of his sated dragon-cock in the most awkward way. The devious little one-eyed thief, with his sinuous body and swaying tail, was sooooo... cute?

Tekrik rubbed sticky slickness from his muzzle-tip, not as horrified and conflicted as the cleric but discomfited himself. The kobold’s pride stung; had he really just passed up valuable loot to... to suck a human’s cock?

Adventurer and kobold stared at one another in mutual silence.

“You bastard,” Keldarn huffed. “You did this to me!” he barked, gesturing down at his inhuman erection.

“You think Tekrik meant to!?! Tekrik meant to take-steal Scepter from tomb before yous even went inside!” the kobold protested. “Could have just slit your throat! Could have just... just...” the thief advanced upon the human, seizing his lips...

The two mis-matched males stared at one another, and then suddenly fell into a deep, passionate kiss.

As they kissed the horny kobold snuggled himself close to the human. Flicking his tail up and out of the way, the kobold positioned his rear over the human’s throbbing dragonhood, soon squirming his cum-lubricated tailhole down onto the twitching rod.

Human and kobold continued to deeply kiss as the scaly thief mounted himself upon the cleric’s giant twitching reptilian cock, tail dancing sensuously behind his rear as the smooth head pushed past his pucker and into his slick squeezing tail-hole. Keldarn cupped his hands around the sleek buttocks of his smaller lover as he humped into Tekrik’s achingly-tight little hole, again driving his swelling knot into place within the kobold’s snug tailpassage.

Keldarn moaned with ecstasy, Tekrik hissed with delight; before long the cleric had again planted a massive load of draconic cum deep within the smaller male’s ass and found himself tied crotch-to-butt with his swollen knot keeping the hot load of fresh draconic semen trapped in Tekrik’s butt.

That was how Mistia and Belegar found them.

In his panic, Keldarn had twisted Tekrik around on his knot with a tremulous moan from his male kobold lover, throwing the thief’s cloak around his front to cover up their lewd coupling.

“Ahhh! Uhhh...” Keldarn stammered as the two approached, their eyes wide with pure shock at the sight of the prudish cleric clearly buried deep inside a kobold. Their shock only deepened as the kobold struggled his way free of the cloak wrapped around them, his own hard twitching cock quite prominent. “Ahhh! Errrr... Mistia, Belegar... it’s a long story!” he stammered.

“Tekrik tried to steal Scepter of Antiquarians while youse was sleeping, but alchemist from clan screw with Tekrik and put mutagen into dart instead of poison. Give-turn cleric’s penis into dragon-cock. Now Tekrik and cleric mates.” the kobold said, a faint grin gracing his shameless muzzle.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh... uhhhhh....” Keldarn’s blush felt as though it was going to set the stubble on his face abalze. “P-pretty much...” he admitted.

Beledar’s eyes bulged as he choked down a laugh. Mistia abruptly turned and walked away, pulling the dwarf with her before bellowing laughter overtook him.

Keldarn felt as though he was going to die from shame.

“That went well!” Tekrik quipped.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!!” Keldarn screamed, though of course he would, he could, do no such thing. He squeezed his hands around the kobold’s neck and throttled him, but shaking the kobold knotted to his cock around only served to again arouse his unnaturally-aroused manhood...

...and soon the two were again passionately mating.

****

“Yeeeessssssss... *Yip!*” Tekrik moaned, squeezing his scaly thighs down around the head of his human lover as he rode Keldarn’s face. His tapered kobold cock throbbed and drooled heavy strands of precum down onto the cleric’s muscled chest as Keldarn’s tongue worked deep into his tailhole while his hands roamed all across the kobold’s smooth, scaly belly.

Since the fateful late-night encounter that had brought them together, kobold and human had been mating like animals in heat. It had been years since the cleric had laid with a woman of his kind. His duties to his order and his fellow adventurers had always gotten in the way of proper courtship and paying for companionship was something he had always considered immoral. But now, with a perpetually-horny kobold adventuring with his party and a dragon’s cock between his legs, his long-simmering sexual frustration finally had an eager outlet. It hardly mattered to him now that the kobold was a male. Over the last few days what reservations he had dissipated with each load he pumped into the small dragonkin’s tight, tailed ass.

Every time the traveling party stopped to rest, Keldarn and Tekrik snuck away with barely a thought to subtlety to continue their sexual exploration. At first the kobold had been so enthralled by the human’s draconic penis, so thrilled to have a dragoncock that could fit inside his ass and muzzle that he’d eagerly submitted to the cleric. But after a few very enjoyable days of being the human’s fucktoy the kobold’s pride had re-asserted itself. It had taken some conniving and convincing but he eventually managed to get the cleric to do more than pound him into blissful oblivion. He seduced the human into sucking his koboldhood, rubbing their reptilian boners together; teased Keldarn’s face with his tail and taut ass until the human male let him sit upon his face like a throne... as they were now doing.

“Mmmmmmmffff-” the cleric moaned, lips lewd sucking kisses around Tekrik’s slick pucker as he pressed his tongue deep into the musky heat of his lover’s tailhole. As embarrassing as the position was, the tasty depths of the naturally clean rump were more tantalizing than any meal. Feeling the leathery scales of the kobold’s ass slap and squeeze his nose and cheeks, knowing that the perky little ass was his and his alone was bliss itself. Keldarn’s dragonhood was rock hard and gushing pre-cum as the kobold possessively stroked it...

It had been a deeply weird experience for both kobold thief and human cleric to get to know each other.

Keldarn could hardly believe that that shifty, impetuous little dragonkin was almost three times his age and had an encyclopedic knowledge of the continent’s major power centers as well as their leadership and organization. Moreover the kobold seemed to know how to kill, disable or banish just about every monster than walked the earth, and seemed to know how to scheme past every patrol, lock and trap that barred the party’s entry.

Tekrik was surprised at the vigorous, divine strength the prudish cleric wielded. Keldarn was brave and bold, wise beyond his years and possessed of a resolute conviction in righteousness that actually melted the thief’s jaded heart. Around the cleric, the kobold felt like... like the world, like life itself, had purpose; made sense. He hated to admit it even to himself, but he loved the human.

The week after their initial encounter the party had returned to Dremburg to deliver the Scepter of Antiquarians. There Keldarn had made discrete inquiries about the proper kind of magic to restore his true form, divine power beyond his own abilities. It was quite expensive, but he had the funds. Keldarn made all the necessary arrangements and spent what he thought would be his final night with his kobold lover, blasting two giant loads of dragon-cum into Tekrik’s butt and two more into his muzzle.

The morning the ritual was scheduled Keldarn insisted Tekrik accompany him to the high priest of the Silver Order.

“You know, actually... I believe I’ve changed my mind for the time being...” Keldarn said to the high cleric. “Cast the spell on my friend here instead. Restore his eye to him.”

“A-whaaaa-!?” Tekrik gasped. “Uhhhh... Keldarn know that Tekrik has magical eyepatch, right? I can see just fine-good even with eye cut to pieces.”

“What!?” Keldarn blurted. He hadn’t known. “I don’t care. Do it anyway.”

“Erhm... very well,” the elder cleric said, beginning to intone the restoration spell.

When it was complete, Keldarn gingerly pulled Tekrik’s eyepatch from his eye as the kobold blinked and saw naturally through both his eyes for the first time in twoscore years, smiling up at his human lover. Human and kobold shared a kiss before the shocked eyes of the high cleric, and then walked back towards their shared room at the inn exchanging mirthful looks laden with gleeful lust...

Which was where they were now. Tekrik slapped his butt back and forth down on Keldarn’s face, koboldhood violently twitching as the cleric’s tongue slid hard into his prostate. “Yeeeeeee-yip!-eeeeessssss!” Tekrik hissed, as pleased as one could possibly be.

“They’re at it again...” Mistia wearily said to her dwarven room-mate.

“Aye. Aye, they are,” Belegar said, yawning as he awoke for the day. “Tis’ unnatural, I know. But look on the bright side of things, lass! One, Keldarn seems happy an’ I ain’t never seen that boy so happy. Two, we found ourselves a fourth party member even if he be a kobold. Sharp as a dragon’s tooth that one is. Three... well, remember this. Three darts that little bastard sank into us, an’ one of them was filled with whatever it is that made Keldarn th’ way he be now. You know, gifted in the male way like a full-grown wyrm. Now remember! That dart could have hit *me*... or... you.”

“OH!” Mistia gasped. It took quite a lot to surprise the elven markswoman, given all that she had seen and been through in her centuries. But that was certainly it.

“Whatdya say we leave our friends to their fun and go find ourselves a proper breakfast?” Belegar said, rolling out of his bed as the dampened moans of the horny kobold intruded into their adjoining room.

“Yes. Yes!” the elf replied, leaving her bed uncharacteristically un-made in her haste to depart.