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The breeders of the Dragon's Heir tribe have changed vocation in the past generation, thanks to the arrival of two kobolds. The first was their Queen, the impressive Tikana, the epitome of draconic brilliance from a physical standpoint. The second was Tik Tik, who brought a new way of life from her journeys that forever altered the course of the history of the breeding program.

And it is in a tumultuous time that many come to their chambers, not to progress toward some deific perfection that Tikana fulfilled, but to sate the hunger so natural to a fecund kind that the kobolds are.

This means for Prakibak, the line to get in is exceedingly long.

The dig boss grumbles, his arms folded over his chest and snorting in annoyance. "How long does it take to pair kobolds up nowadays? I have a business to take care of!"

The sound of tittering makes him whirl around. A small pod of younger kobolds walks past him towards another chamber, though their eyes linger on the older, more muscular male as they pass by.

"Whatcha laughin' at?" Prakibrak grumbles, tilting his head.

"Don't you old guys have people your own age to mess around with?" asks one of the females, fluttering her large eyes.

"Don't you young brats have respect for the elders of the tribe? Do you like that tunnel? I carved it myself with my bare claws. Sometimes, I had to pulverize the stone with my teeth!" He says this, flashing a sharp-toothed grin.

The gaggle stops, and the kobolds giggle and mutter among themselves at the boasting of the big boss.

"You there!" Prakibak says, "The scrawny one in the back."

The dirt-colored kobold yelped and stood to attention as the dig boss approached, looking down at them. "You stink of a virgin. You want my place in line?"

"Meep! Muh-Me?"

"Yeah. You look like you could enjoy some time with the breeders, squirt. Go, have some fun!"

The little earthen kobold puffs out their chest but slinks past the dig box, giving a quick glance over to him before shuffling into place, much to the chagrin of the kobolds further back in line.

"Now, then, ladies," Prakibak says, chuckling with a soft growl. "Any of you think I'm too old for the likes of you?"

There's a titter among the kobolds until two of the pack push a light blue one forward. "Take him, Pebby. Show him what it's like."

Pebby's eyes widen as she looks up at the swollen kobold boss. Her legs shudder, and she gulps. But he places a hand on his hip and flexes the bicep of another. "Don't be so intimidated. You're not on my dig team, so I won't snap at you." He says this, leaning in and whispering, "Unless ya want me to."

Pebby's tail lifts upward, her snout spreading in a meek little smile. Her toes turn inward, poking at each other, and her eyes lock onto Prakibak's, unmoving.

"M... maybe?" she squeaks.

The other girls rush off to join the scrawny bold, poking and teasing them as they stand in line. Prakibak, meanwhile, drapes his arm over Pebby's shoulder and leads her away from the hustle. "Come on, I know all the tunnels and will show you a nice private one.

It's not long before Prakibak bends Pebby over a relatively smooth yet sizable rock, her only coverings discarded on the floor. Prakibak's broad chest presses against her back as he growls against her, hands holding her wrists down over her head. "You like teasing an old man, don't ya, girlie?"

Pebby squeaks, but a soft giggle rises up from her.

"Not much for talkin', are ya?" he asks, powerful fingers rubbing up along her neck, over her snout, and then delving into her mouth.

"Mmmglk... gfff....!"

"Oh, you've got the enthusiasm of youth. I love that shit!" he shouts, barking out a laugh. "Well, I hope you're ready, Pebby, 'cause here comes Papa Prakibak for ya!"

"Mmm?"

The dig boss's fat cock presses up against the kobold's slit, wet and ready for him, and he pushes forward, sliding the shaft deep into her tight hole. Her toes curl, and her hands shift as her body spreads for his massive meat.

Their eyes roll back, and drool drips down from her invaded mouth as she's used like a cock sleeve for the male, happy little noises rising from her throat.

"That's right. Prakibak's still got it, baby!"

She squeals, her tail slapping against his side.

"Take it all and enjoy the eggs, girlie!"

She nods, thrashing about, convulsing, shouting, and tightening around his length.

Feeling her orgasm, Prakibak shoots off himself, filling her up and groaning in satisfaction.

Prakibak steps back, removing her oozing body and running a hand over his horns. "Haah, damn... I haven't fucked that hard in a long time, girl... you did a great job."

"Uuugah... th... thanks, P... Papa Prakibak..." she sighs.

"Ha, wait, 'll Dalisk get a load of me now. I bet I could get all your other friends, too, couldn't I?"

"Mmmm, no...?"

He growls, leaning in over to her, turning her around onto her back. He runs his hands up and down her sides, stroking her underbelly. "Oh, you think I can't handle a couple gals and a scrawny little something-or-other? Yeah, that brown one's kinda cute, now I think of it." He chuckles.

"Nu... not that one," Pebby says. "A... anyone but them."

"Ha, I can have anyone I want, whenever I want. I'm the top dog around here. Haha!"

"But they wouldn't want you."

"Come on. I saw how you were all lookin' at me, especially that one. Mmm yes, tight brown scrawny slit, hehe...."

Pebby sits up, hopping ot her feet on the rock and shaking Prakibak by the shoulders. "You don't want Prastlerdai, Dig Boss. Because, Prastlerdai is a child of the biggest, strongest breeder and miner! Prastlerdai turning 18 tonight."

Any kobold miner must have an acute sense of mathematical skill, which is doubly so for the dig boss. And in an instant, after her warning hits him, he does the calculations all in his mind and comes to the only conclusion all of his knowledge could make.

"Ooooh fuuuuuck."