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“Ah! Oh, gods yes, Kyros!"

Chione was on her back in the red dragonborn's bed, one arm wrapped behind her knees and holding them close to her chest. Her five fluffy tails wagged as they dangled over the edge, partly from her own happiness, and partly from the rough, somewhat inexperienced pounding the dragonborn was giving her tailhole.

“Gods, you feel so good, Chione," Kyros said between labored breaths. His angle shifted as he leaned forward, drawing a sharp moan from the furred kobold. His talons reached for her muzzle, and she shut her eyes as she opened her maw, her head tilting up to suck on his fingers…except she didn't suck anything, because there was nothing there. After all, she wasn't on Kyros's bed, but instead the plain bedroll in her tiny little dorm. There was no hand to gently grab her muzzle, nor was there a dragonborn under her tail—unless you counted the kobold's little magic trick to make a scroll case feel like her beloved's shaft. The clumsy thrusting was not due to her being Kyros's first but rather from her own inexperience, still not quite familiar with the new method of self-satisfaction that Nereida had shown her.

Chione whimpered as her mind's illusion broke, then gasped as the makeshift toy in her rear changed angles again, causing her to lean back and in turn allow the phantom dragonborn cock to plunge in deeper. “Oh, fuck yes!" she screamed. Her grip on the toy tightened as her hand sped up, pounding her hole with renewed vigor. Her eyes shut and drifted back into fantasy, imagining the red dragonborn pinning her legs back, his hips slapping over and over again against her rear. “Gods, fuck me, Kyros! Make me—ah! Make me your toy!"

She heard a loud knock from the wall, but at the moment, Chione had more important matters to focus on. It had been almost a full week since her rebounded charm first struck her with magic-induced heat, and she'd started to get a grasp on its timing now. The modified chastity spell still prevented the kobold from climaxing from her pussy alone, but a good session beneath her tail was enough to earn her an hour or two of relief before the lust charm reignited the fire in her loins.

Better yet, Chione had figured out that the needier she was before finally indulging herself, the longer she had before her heat returned. Thus, she'd worked out a pattern: a quick fuck first thing in the morning, long enough for her to make it through Professor Nereida's morning lecture. Professor Hesych's was after that—and given that he taught Kobold Studies, she could safely pay minimal attention, instead using that time to edge herself under the desk as stealthily as she could manage. The morning break after that was just enough time for her to run back to her dorm to sate her heat, which would keep it placated long enough for her to get through lunch and the early afternoon courses. By then, it was time for her apprenticeship with Nereida and—if the kobold had been good enough—those heavenly arcane tendrils. Those sessions bought Chione enough time to wrap up any homework and grab something from the dining hall by sundown; and if she kept herself needy enough from then until midnight, her last orgasm of the day would be enough to keep her body satisfied until morning.

It was one of those last sessions that she was currently deep in. Today had been particularly egregious: Professor Nereida had punished Chione for a poor quiz score by withholding the tendrils for a day. Instead, Chione's mentor had the kobold complete the afternoon training with her robe off and the window open, the brisk breeze constantly tormenting her dripping crotch in a test of concentration—one that Chione abjectly failed. The kobold had opted to tough out the remainder of her schedule rather than change up something that had been working up to that point, and her heat had responded with a vengeance.

“Guh…ah…ah! Fucking…use me!" Chione howled as she slammed the makeshift toy into the base. There was another knock—this time at her door—but the kobold was too close to relief to care. She pulled the toy back and then back in again, and then the door slammed open in a spray of splinters. Despite how close she was, the kobold instinctively stopped, bolting upright and closing her legs tight to hide herself.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?" The amethyst-scaled dragonborn from next door said as she strolled inside.

Half-hiding behind the first intruder, Chione could make out the form of the green-scaled dragonborn the amethyst one had loudly complained about Chione to earlier that week. “Syeira," the green dragonborn said, her voice little more than a whisper, “This is—we're going to get in trouble."

“Would you stop worrying about everything, Tuan?" The amethyst dragon stood at the food of Chione's bedroll, looming over the smaller kobold. “I'm sick and tired of listening to this animal screaming like a whore every night."

Chione couldn't have felt—or been—more exposed, a chill running through her body as she inched away as much as she could while still covering herself. “I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean—“ she yelped as a foot pushed against her chest, toppling her onto her back.

Syeira moved her hindpaw upward, sandwiching the kobold's muzzle between it and the bedroll. “No one asked, bitch."

Chione whimpered as the paw pressed against her face. Her heat, still upset over being denied at the last moment, flared up stronger than before, adding to the dampness on the kobold's crotch.

“Gods, you're a perverted little thing."

Chione shut her eyes, tears forming at their corners as the paw on her face pressed with greater force. Syeira leaned down, and the kobold felt taloned hands pry her legs apart. One of them reached down, and Chione yelped as it yanked the magic-endowed scroll case from her rear.

Syeira removed her paw from the kobold's, scoffing as she looked at then tossed the makeshift toy aside. “Filthy whore, playing with yourself back there." She leaned down, grabbing and lifting the smaller woman by her chest fluff.

“W-wait, please, I'm sorry—“

A scaled hand gripped tight around the kobold's muzzle, barring all sounds other than a muffled whimper. Chione heard the dragonborn sniff the air.

“Ugh. You still smell like an animal, too."

Syeira muttered an incantation in the elder-tongue, and more muzzled exclamations searched for a way out of Chione's muzzle as magic in the shape of silver chains spiraled out of thin air. They bound the kobold's wrists together behind her back, hobbled her legs with a short chain between her ankles, and wrapped around her neck into a collar and leash, the other end materializing in the dragonborn's hand. The hand released Chione's muzzle, and then the dragonborn turned and marched toward the door.

“W-what are you doing—“

The kobold squeaked, nearly tripping over her hobbled legs as she felt a sharp tug on her collar.

“Teaching you how to be civilized, since your kind failed to do so."

***

The halls of the Imperium Academy were empty at this time of night. A part of Chione was thankful for that, given that she was being paraded down the hall naked and bound. On the other hand, it also meant that there was nobody to stop Syeira and her stammering accomplice. The kobold wasn't sure which fate was worse.

“T-this might be going too far, Syeira," Tuan said, the green dragonborn triple-checking every door and side corridor that they passed.

Syeira growled and kept moving.

“Please," Chione said as she scurried after the amethyst dragonborn, struggling to match the other woman's pace between her smaller size and the restraints around her legs, “I didn't mean to keep you awake, I promise I'll—“

“Tuan, muzzle this whore, would you?"

“H-Huh?" If a dragon could look pale, Tuan would. “B-but…"

“Just do it. Do you want her to shout and get us in trouble?"

The green dragonborn's eyes refused to meet Chione's as Tuan muttered an incantation with quiet, hurried breath.

"Wait!" Chione shouted, except the shout made it nowhere. Her muzzle was able to move freely, but words refused to leave her, repelled by some invisible force.

“I-I'm sorry," Tuan said, her gaze still focused on the floor.

Syeira tugged at the leash before Chione could attempt any type of silent reply. “Don't be."

Fear crept up Chione's spine as the amethyst dragonborn led her out into the mountains, just along the edge of the school grounds. From here, the kobold could just make out the silhouettes of towering, unlit beacons in the distance—one of the few grim reminders the academy had of the existential threats that faced the Imperium beyond the walls of civilization. She knew they were quite some distance away from the Deadlands; from the monstrous Swarm that sought out and consumed anything with even the slightest hint of magic. Even still. here in the mountains amongst the crickets and distant trickle of running water, it felt as if one of those gruesome insects could be lurking behind any tree.

The sound of rushing water grew louder and louder until they finally emerged at the bank of a mountain spring, fed by a small waterfall from the bluffs above. Syeira stopped at the water's edge and tugged at Chione's leash until the kobold was standing next to her. A taloned hand shoved Chione into the water.

“This is what us civilized folk call a [i]bath.[/i]"

Even by kobold standards, the water wasn't deep—perhaps three feet below at its deepest point—but with her arms and legs bound as they were, Chione had no way of righting herself. Panic flooded through her as she hit the water face-first, followed by relief as a tug at her hair pulled her head out of the water a moment later.

Syeira's face drew close to her with a cold, piercing gaze. “Hmm." The dragonborn spat on her. “Looks like we missed a spot."

The hand on the back of Chione's head shoved her back underwater, pulling her back up after a second or two. Another splat of dragonborn spit landed on her face, and then she was underwater again. Then more spit, and another plunge.

Chione's silent pleas melted into an equally silent gasp as two claws jammed into her slit.

“Gods, you're insatiable, aren't you?"

A hand pushed against Chione's back until she was almost floating atop the shallow pool. Syeira voiced another spell, and the translucent silver chains binding the kobold shifted at her command. Chione squeaked as she was tugged into the air, two chains binding her legs to the cliffs on either side of the waterfall while the chains around her arms turned into cuffs, anchored to the spring's shoreline.

“Maybe this will help you solve your 'problem' without keeping your neighbors awake," the dragonborn continued. Syeira snapped her fingers, and the chains around Chione's legs tugged her closer to the cliffside. The kobold let out a voiceless moan as the cold waterfall struck directly onto her clit.

Chione felt a taloned hand pat her muzzle, heard the sound of fading footsteps, and then she was alone; left to squirm against the mountain's incessant stream.

The kobold had no way to keep track of time—not that it would have helped, given how desperate she'd been in the first place after being interrupted from her late-night ritual. Whatever natural force had carved this mountain spring must have had it out for her, as the waterfall somehow seemed to know every spot it needed to hit to send her nerves into overdrive. If she'd found this place before being struck by Nereida's chastity spell, Chione would've come here of her own volition many times over rather than resorting to her talons. Instead, the curse upon her crotch partnered with the water to maximize her frustration, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm she couldn't have over and over and over again.

Hours of delectable torment passed, then hours more still, the slow crawl of the twin moons above the only hint of the passage of time. Tuan's silence spell had worn off by now, and the alpine woods echoed with a discordant melody of delicate moans and frustrated growls. The kobold half wished that someone might hear them; that they might arrive to quench the scorching fire that water refused to quench.

Her half-wish must have been heard, as footsteps echoed from the forest. Red scales emerged from the brush, and Chione cursed her luck. Kyros—the dragonborn that had for so long been the target of Chione's affections—stopped at the edge of the water to stare at the bound, quivering kobold. Chione was acutely aware of how her body kept shifting to try to find an angle where the falling water might finally bring her relief, and equally aware of how desperate her squirming movements must have looked. She was just as powerless to stop them; her heat unanswered for too long to be denied now. Instead, she just looked at Kyros with pleading eyes, hoping that he would either free her from this torment or give her that which she'd desired for so long—preferably both.

She heard the crinkling of parchment—it seemed Syeira had left some sort of note before leaving. For a couple of seconds, all was silent—save for the note occasionally shifting in his talons. Then, the dragonborn chucked. “Heh, nice."

Kyros spoke a word in the elder-tongue, and then the chains keeping Chione anchored to the waterfall shattered. She fell into his arms, and her heart fluttered.

Something else fluttered a moment later when he flipped her over, a strong paw on her back shoving her into the dirt while his other hand held her rear aloft. His warm shaft—the real one, this time—rubbed against her dripping folds.

“Just waiting out here for anyone to use, huh?" he asked. “Lucky me."

He was wrong. She felt like the lucky one as the object of her affections prodded at her entrance. Her rational mind found enough purchase through the haze of lust and excitement to remind her of the best way to satiate her current, magic-induced condition. “You…you can use the other hole…if you want." Her face burned as she spoke. [i]It'll be all right, she reassured herself, boys like that kind of thing…right?[/i]

He laughed, and her heart dropped as the warmth at her entrance disappeared. “Damn, you're nasty." One long second later, that warmth was back, this time underneath her tail.

Chione couldn't help herself. “P-please…"

Another chuckle, and then he was inside her. It wasn't like what she'd imagined; his movements were rough, but not inexperienced. They were practiced—though not to her benefit, but his. Even so, none of that bothered her. She didn't mind if he used her; quite the opposite in fact, so long as it meant that he wanted her. She arched her back as much as the paw pinning her down allowed, gasping and moaning as the motion helped his cock reach deeper within her.

“Fuck, that's a good hole," Kyros said. He grunted as he hilted her.

Chione's partner was big for her, as one would expect from the coupling of a dragonborn and a kobold half his height. It wasn't quite as comfortable as Nereida's arcane tendrils, nor Chione's clumsy attempts with an enchanted scroll case; and yet, knowing who was giving it to her made it more pleasurable than either of those. “Oh, gods," she moaned, “more…please."

Kyros chucked, and then Chione squeaked as a rough paw slapped against her rear. His other hand moved from her back to the back of her head, further marring the pinkish-white fur on her face with dirt as his pounding grew erratic. She whimpered into the earth as she at last came, and he erupted a moment later.

Chione slumped to the ground as he pulled free and released her from his grip. “Damn," he said, planting another slap on her rear as he caught his breath, “The guys were right about kobold whores. Way tighter than any dragon I've been with."

The kobold's heart cracked at the thought of Kyros being with anybody else, though she wasn't surprised—he was a handsome specimen, after all; and talented to boot. She didn't dwell on the thought, though, as there were more immediate concerns at hand: namely, the fact that only one of them had finished. Nereida's punishment, Syeira's interruption in the middle of the night, the hours at the mercy of the waterfall, and Kyros's rough ministrations bringing her ever-so-close to Chione's long-denied relief; all of it left her flustered beyond measure. She felt as if she would explode at any moment from sheer need, and yet the explosion she craved was again and again being yanked from the tips of her talons.

Chione heard footsteps moving away from her and felt salvation again slipping from her grasp. She trembled on the ground as she tilted her head, looking up at the back of the departing dragonborn. “W-wait," she whimpered. “Please…I'm so close…" One of her hands rubbed between her legs of its own volition—not that the motion would do her any good, as the glowing rune of the chastity spell on her navel kept reminding her.

“Huh?" Kyros paused and looked back. He snickered, and the kobold had no doubt that she looked like a mess—fur matted with dirt, her talons desperately teasing her entrance as her juices dripped down to the ground and his spunk did the same from her tailhole. He took her in for a moment longer and then shrugged. “Sorry; I'm kinda spent." He turned away again.

“N-no, wait, please!" Chione willed herself through her need and crawled after him. “I need it…I need you so bad…" She grabbed his leg. “Please…I'll do anything you want…"

“Anything?" Kyros chuckled as he looked at her again.

***

“Fuck yeah, polish them nicely."

Kyros and Chione were in the dragonborn's dorm. It was larger than the glorified closet Chione had been assigned in almost every respect, right down to the almost-luxurious desk the kobold was kneeling underneath and the matching chair that Kyros was leaning back in as she made muffled moans around the toes of the red-scaled hindpaw in her muzzle. Personally, she'd have preferred to have her mouth around something else; but the dragonborn seemed to enjoy it, so she was happy to oblige as long as it got her closer to having his shaft back beneath her tail. He pulled his toes free of her mouth, then shifted his foot up and pressed its pad against her muzzle. The kobold dragged her tongue up across it.

“Yeah, just like that." Kyros's foot retreated, only to be replaced with his other foot; and they repeated the process again.

Chione glanced up as she moved from toe to toe, staring at him with wide and pleading eyes. A hand grabbed the scruff atop her head, pulled her off his foot, and dragged her muzzle up along his leg until her nose was touching just under the base of his cock.

“You said you wanted me, right? Get me ready, then."

The kobold's heart skipped a beat as she nodded frantically, muttering out a half-muffled “Thank you" as she licked and slobbered around his shaft. The hand on her head positioned her so that the dragonborn could guide his cock into her muzzle, then bobbed her head up and down it a few times before pulling her free. She greedily swallowed in air, all of it laden with the scent of his musk.

Kyros released her head and scooted back his chair. He walked to his bed—an actual bed, not a simple bedroll like what Chione had been given—and beckoned to her as he laid back on it. “Get over here. You're doing the work this time."

Chione nodded, her heart fluttering as she scampered after him climbed onto what was—for her size—an oversized bed, and straddled him. Her hand trembled as she grabbed his cock, lining it up with her tailhole, relief at last within her—

“Other hole."

She swallowed. “What? But…I really need…"

Kyros snickered. “You're a real butt-slut, aren't you?"

“I…" She really wasn't; Nereida's magic tendrils had been the first time she'd ever explored that avenue of pleasure at length. Given the restrictions of her professor's chastity spell, however, the kobold supposed his statement was—at least at the moment—true enough. She bit her lip and nodded.

“Still, I want to try your other hole." His hands grabbed her hips, adjusting her until he was lined up with her pussy, and then he slammed her down.

“Ah!" It felt good, which only added to the torment—she was convinced that every one of his thrusts would be the one to push her over the edge, but none of them were. She was stuck there, eyes glazing over as her need built and built; her mind consumed in an inferno with the rain to quench it just inches away. “Oh gods, please…I-I can't finish unless…" She squeaked as his paw clapped her rear.

“Yeah, yeah; I'll take care of that." The dragonborn's talon traced atop the sheets in the shape of a circle with a rune at its center. He whispered a word in a language Chione didn't understand. Then, there was a sudden cloud of steam, the bed shifted from the weight of something behind the kobold, and Chione felt unnaturally warm breath across the back of her neck.

“Wha—“ she started to turn, only to be stopped by a paw gently smacking the side of her muzzle.

“No peeking," Kyros said.

Chione gasped as a distinctly reptilian shaft poked beneath her tail, then into her tailhole without even a hint of warning. A large paw shoved her down into the dragonborn's chest, and something heavy leaned on her back as it fucked her into her partner below her. “Oh, gods!" she screamed, her tiny body overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting her from both of her holes.

[i]And here I thought you called me for something dumb again,[/i] said an unfamiliar voice that echoed in Chione's mind. The weight on her back grew heavier, and winged claws grabbed the bed on either side of the kobold's head.

[i]A wyvern?[/i] she thought. She'd known Kyros was good at conjuration, but a creature of that scale? As if to accentuate that last word, the creature pressed deeper into her, and Chione howled as it split her wider than the dragonborn or Nereida's tendrils ever had.

[i]Too noisy. You think too much,[/i] it said in her mind. One of those winged claws grabbed her head and kept her pinned to the dragonborn below her. Both males found a rhythm, each one's thrusts pushing her back into the other. The room became a cacophony of feral grunts and growls, the slapping of scales, the creaking of bedsprings, and her rising moans and screams.

Chione shuddered, squirming and convulsing in the grasp of the other two. Her mind went numb as her long-sought-after relief at last came. She couldn't form words; just drawn-out moans and cries as she slickened Kyros's crotch.

“Oh, fuck!" Kyros flooded her as she clenched around him, the dragonborn soon joining her in gasping for breath. His wyvern growled in her ear and then joined him.

[i]You'd better start giving me more rewards like that, Kyros,[/i] the wyvern said. [i]This one is soft but doesn't break.[/i] A forked tongue licked the side of Chione's neck. [i]I like her.[/i]

“Yeah, yeah," Kyros said. “Don't worry about that. I'm sure she'll want this again." The dragonborn's hand squeezed her rear. “Isn't that right, little 'bold?"

Chione simply laid there on top of his chest, her tongue hanging out the side of her muzzle. “Yesh…"

She was vaguely aware of the weight on her back vanishing as the cloud of steam returned, the wyvern's cum dripping out of her tailhole at the sudden loss of the cock that had been within it. She was also aware of the creature whispering something else in their minds; but by then, the exhaustion that always followed her satisfaction had already set in; and the task of comprehending language was too much for the throughly-bred kobold to bear. Her eyelids closed as the weight upon them grew heavy, and—her arms still wrapped around the dragonborn she'd fallen so intensely for and a silly grin across her muzzle—Chione drifted off into blissful sleep.