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[center][b][u]How a Horny Kobold Ruled the World – Part Two[/u][/b][/center]

It had been four days since Scurry had left her clan. Four days of being a solitary kobold in the vast and dangerous expanse of the forest which she had always been told was far, far too dangerous for any creature as small and weak as a single kobold to roam alone. By all accounts, she should have been dead by now, or at the very least so terrified and traumatised by the horrific and vicious beasts she had encountered that she should have been racing back towards her clan's cave as fast as her legs could carry her, ready to put the natural kobold instinct for grovelling and begging forgiveness to good use.

And yet...

"Ohh. Ohhhhh, yesss... [i]yessssssss[/i]..."

Rivulets of fluid streamed down the insides of the kobold's legs, the pale, creamy hued scales covering the inner surface of her thighs glistening as Scurry leaned back against the trunk of another large, solid tree, and made herself cum yet again. Even as she gasped and hissed and squirted, one hand holding her dirty, torn dress' skirt bunched up around her waist while the other massaged her clit with a single urgently moving claw-tip, a goofy grin spread over Scurry muzzle as she considered that she had actually lost count of how many times she'd cum that day. It was somewhere around a dozen. Maybe thirteen, maybe fifteen or sixteen. The fact was though, she had cum so often, sometimes just once, sometimes two or three in succession if she was really into it, that at some point in the last few sessions, she had stopped keeping track. Normally she kept a count in order to ensure that she didn't cum too [i]few[/i] times in a day, not that there was any consequence for doing so besides being annoyed at herself for wasting time on less fun things, of course. But now that she was a free spirit, now that she had left behind the clan life which had neither suited her, nor benefited those around her through her presence and attitudes, perhaps those days were long behind her.

After all, for the days she had spent wandering aimlessly in the forest thus far, nothing had stopped Scurry from masturbating. When she wanted to, when she felt the urge or even the slightest, faintest whim, she had done it. And only in the process of doing so had Scurry realised just how much she had been holding back, just how many times each and every day she had denied herself pleasure because she thought that she could wait a little longer, find a more appropriate and suitable time, until finally she [i]couldn't[/i] wait any longer and had no choice but to do it, regardless of whether her fellow kobolds would be inconvenienced or annoyed by her inability to complete whatever other task she had been doing at the time.

Even as Scurry's mind wandered and considered the past she had left behind in favour of this new existence of unashamed indulgence, she kept rubbing her clit. She had finished cumming a little while ago, but that just meant her body was exceptionally sensitive, so an even more delicate caress by that sole finger in contact with the nub of tender, exposed pink flesh tucked away at the very apex of the folds of her scaled slit could provoke intense, almost unbearable pleasure. Her breathing was ragged. Her body shook and rocked as she leaned back more firmly against the tree, relying solely on its strength to keep her upright while her legs quaked, knees bowing outward to provide her hand with a more open, easy to access target. Scurry let slip a happy gurgle as the thought finally floated dreamily through her mind. She was going to cum again. While thinking about how many times she was able to cum in a single day, while revelling in the awareness of her own excessive indulgence, she was going to cum [i]again[/i].

And cum she did, at the precise second a very scared, very haggard looking elf burst out through the thorny shrubs surrounding this rather ancient, proud tree that Scurry had selected as the venue for her latest spontaneous break. Needless to say, the kobold had been too busy to pay any heed to the rustling and creaking of branches, the gasps of discomfort as thorns tore at his clothes and flesh, which had signalled the wood elf's approach regardless of his kind's inclination towards stealthy movement through terrain such as this. Now though, as the lithe, tall elven figure collapsed to the ground directly in front of her, his head still almost level with hers as he lifted it and stared in shock, in confusion at her pleasure stricken, panting face and exposed lower body, Scurry didn't just acknowledge the other creature's presence. She revelled in it, because whether this elf had expected to catch her or not, he had. He had caught her in the act. He had found her at the very apex of her pleasure, and now her pussy was spasming, her juices were flowing, and pleasure was crashing through her in wave after shuddering, mind-bending wave, as the elf's eyes darted between her carefree, blissfully beaming face, and her quivering, dripping, richly scented pussy.

"Yesss, watch me. Watch me c-[i]mmmph[/i]!"

Scurry moaned. Or rather, she began to, only for the elf's eyes to bulge and one of his hands to dart forward from where it had been supporting him after he fell. He grabbed her muzzle tightly, and pinned it shut, not with any real strength behind the gesture but with a frantic plea in his eyes. With her own eyes widened in surprise, Scurry kept rubbing herself. She kept cumming, but acquiesced to the elf's clear intention for her to do so in silence. And, as the last of her juices dripped down to the forest floor a little while later and the kobold's brain began to function once more as anything other than an organ for processing sexual stimulation, Scurry realised why. Faintly, in the distance, she could hear voices. Whispering, snarling voices. Not a language she understood, but one she knew from having heard it under similar circumstances in the past.

Gnolls. Powerful hyena-like bipeds who like the elves and her former clan of kobolds had several groups who called this forest home. Only, while the elves tried to live in harmony with the forest, and the kobolds took only what was the easiest to scavenge, wherever possible opting for that already gathered and processed by others rather than hunting or gathering themselves, the gnolls tended to run their packs and manage their territories through sheer brute strength and, in some of the more terrifying cases, demonically imbued magic.

Swallowing thickly, Scurry glanced down at the elf still gripping her muzzle, and nodded in understanding. He slowly, very slowly withdrew his hand, and when Scurry didn't make another sound, the elven figure simply remained kneeling, hunched on all fours as the gnoll tracking party drew closer, and closer, and... Scurry tapped delicately at her clit as she heard them barking and grunting in their native tongue from what couldn't have been more than ten or fifteen metres away. She was so sensitive by that point. Too sensitive really, every touch almost painful in how intense the pleasure was. But, if she was about to be captured by gnolls for goodness only knew what purpose, she was going to spend every last second of freedom she could masturbating. Otherwise, what was even the point in this freedom she had sought for herself?

By some miracle though, for reasons unknown to the kobold and presumably the elf too unless he spoke the gnoll tongue, the trackers didn't find them. Their voices and the shuffling of paws through the undergrowth grew more faint. Harder and harder to make out, until finally the sound was lost amidst the rest of the forest's ambient noise, and with a breathy exhalation of relief, Scurry came one last time before her hand pulled away from her swollen, overworked, visibly throbbing clitoris. In that same breath, her legs gave way and she sank down to rest her bare rump on the leaf litter, knees bent, the scaled pads of her footpaws still resting on the earth in front of her with legs spread wide apart and her dress' skirt bunched around her middle. Her green scaled head and small, dark horns leaned back against the tree's trunk in relief, but rather than closing her eyes, Scurry instead looked directly forward, where the elf was drawing deep, wheezing, panicked breaths of his own even as he stared unrelentingly at her exposed, soaking wet pussy.

It was then, and only then, that Scurry realised she had seen this elf before. And, incredibly enough, he had seen her before too, in a state fairly similar to the one through which they had met once again.

This was, though he was far more dishevelled than he had been back then, the elf who had caught her masturbating during her final raid with her former clan. He was still wearing the same bright robe, wholly unsuitable for travel through a forest like this, as was demonstrated by the several large tears and even bigger, muddy stains in its once beautifully coloured and scented fabric, but the spear he had once held to Scurry's throat was missing from his hands. His previously long and beautifully smooth, shiny blonde hair was tangled and knotted with leaves and twigs and a stain that might have been bird droppings, and his pale skin, protected from the sun by a life spent entirely beneath the forest's verdant canopy, was blemished not just by a rosy glow upon his cheeks, but many small, superficial scratches and pinpricks. The marks of his time racing through the forest were all over his face, arms and the lower reaches of his legs between the hem of his robe and his intricately woven plant-fibre shoes, themselves caked in mud, seeming wholly unsuitable for a trek beyond the smooth wooden walkways of his village. Beyond any physical sign of his hardship though, all Scurry had to do was look into the elf's eyes to see his distress. His fear. And, upon seeing her, his complete and utter confusion as the kobold experienced the same terrifying proximity to potential doom as he did... and simply rubbed her pussy until it was over.

Once the gnolls were not only out of earshot, but after they had been gone for quite some time, the elf spoke. Even then his voice was a mere whisper, his sharply pointed ears and bright eyes in constant motion just in case his words alerted anyone or anything else to this shared hiding spot. Whether he was whispering or yelling at the top of his lungs though, it made no difference to Scurry, because she still couldn't understand a word he said. She had never learned the elvish tongue nor any of its dialects, and judging by his reaction when Scurry tried to tell the elven male as much, he understood neither draconic nor, despite its colloquial name, the common tongue that had started as a language of humans and yet had been adopted as a language of trade and diplomacy the world over.

The elf frowned, though continued to murmur and mutter as though there were things he simply had to get off his chest even as their inability to communicate became obvious. Through the gestures he began to add as his fear of being discovered by gnolls or anything else deadly seemed to fade at least a little though, Scurry did at least begin to understand, or at least assume one thing. He was here not by choice. Not because he had wanted, or like Scurry felt as though he was obligated to leave his home in order to seek out some other place, some other life for himself. His attire, his lack of preparation, and his weary tone all added to the likelihood of Scurry being correct in that assumption. This elf had been made or at the very least encouraged to leave his home with some haste, and given how relatively recently she had last encountered him, Scurry couldn't help but wonder if somehow, even tangentially, she was responsible for that fact.

The more the kobold thought about it though, the less she could understand how that would be possible. Surely a group of people with as long standing a reputation for seeking peace and tranquillity as the elves wouldn't punish one of their own so harshly for what he had done upon encountering her. After all, he had [i]succeeded[/i] in catching her in the midst of her somewhat distracted lookout duties. He had successfully kept her from raising the alarm to alert her companions to their discovery... at least, as far as the other elves knew, presuming that no-one else had seen how already distracted she had been with her masturbation at the time. Considering all that, it would make absolutely no sense for this elf to have been banished or outcast in any way. And yet, here he was. No longer talking, just kneeling on the leaf litter a few feet away from Scurry herself, and staring quietly, pale cheeks aflame as while the green scaled kobold idly mused over those thoughts, she began to more aggressively finger-fuck herself.

Scurry was careful to avoid her still rather tender clit as she pleasured her pussy, making the best use of her four digits with those at either end spreading her slit open while the middle two dipped rapidly in and out of her warm, damp depths. Upon actually acknowledging her own ongoing masturbation though, and the fact that the elf was once again watching her do it, she hissed with pleasure and spread her already parted thighs wider still to show her glistening loins off to her audience of one. Immediately, the elf's already crimson face burned hotter, and he turned away abruptly, covering his eyes with one hand and gesturing with the other as he said something unintelligible, though which definitely rang with the tones of strained embarrassment. In response though, Scurry just let slip a shuddering sigh, and murmured to him in the common tongue.

"I'm not stopping. You can look, or not look. I don't mind either way. But, I'm not stopping. It feels good."

Whether he understood any of what the kobold was saying was doubtful, but moments later the elf did peek through his fingers, only to groan with poorly concealed longing when he saw her still plunging her fingers in and out of herself. Again he looked away. Again he gestured with his other hand in a way that clearly indicated an expectation of modesty from the kobold. This time though, Scurry didn't just sigh. Instead she actively scrambled up to her feet while still fingering herself, albeit with less thrusting of her digits and more just with the tips of her fingers rubbing at her inner walls as her hand was squeezed between her thighs, and walked only a little shakily over to him. The elf was much taller than her, meaning that while resting on his knees as he was, he was effectively the same height as Scurry standing upright. It also meant that he really couldn't avoid the purposeful glare the kobold shot him, before she began with her free hand to mime what she hoped would be an unmistakably universal series of gestures.

She used two fingers to point to her eyes, then to the elf, suggesting that he could, or should watch something. Then, she pointed with that same hand at her crotch, bowing her legs outward, bending her knees so she could point directly at her pussy where her fingers began to probe in and out once more. She repeated the gesture with her eyes, then pointed to her pussy again, making sure the elf was watching each and every motion before finally finishing it off with what she knew was a human gesture, but one that she hoped had made it even to the forest elves, just as it had become a universal term for things going to plan in her former kobold clan too. She tucked in the other digits of her hand towards her palm, and placed her thumb pointing directly upward.

The message was simple, and hopefully clear. He could watch her. He could look at her pussy, look at her while she was masturbating if he wanted, and it was okay. She was giving him permission. Giving him consent.

And of course, if he didn't want to watch, he could leave. He could turn around and look in the other direction. He could do anything he wanted to avoid Scurry's masturbatory urges, so long as it didn't involve telling the kobold that she couldn't fulfil them. But he already had the ability to do that, and he hadn't. Thus, Scurry was relying on a totally unfounded but hopeful assumption that rather than being some sort of complete prude or part of some elven religious sect that believed in chastity and restraint, if there was even an elven deity to such things, this elf was quite simply a good person. A person with a moral core strong enough that he believed in the importance of willingness where matters of sex and masturbation, even just witnessing it, were concerned.

And to Scurry's relief, that did indeed appear to be the case. She stepped away from him, turning around and padding back over to the same spot against the tree before putting her back to it once more, sliding down to rest her ass on the ground, and resuming her masturbation in earnest with pussy on full display towards the elf. She began to more openly and rapidly masturbate, and as she did so, she looked up and saw the male watching. No longer trying to hide his curiosity, if indeed that was all that was motivating him. Still red faced, still obviously embarrassed, but willingly watching now that he knew Scurry was actively allowing him to do so.

"Y'know... a-ahh... you could join in, if you like..."

Scurry moaned as she pressed the scaled pads of her feet against the leaf litter and pushed down, lifting her ass slightly off the ground with the added support and balance of her tail as her hips humped her pussy against her probing digits. She fingered herself faster, starting to hear the wet, rhythmic sounds of her pleasure ringing in her ears alongside her heavy breathing and ever more frequent hisses, gasps and whimpers of building bliss. Her digits twitched and grazed at her g-spot, and juices began to drip off her wrist as they started to erupt from her more abundantly and violently. Still she stared at the elf though, who was definitely breathing more heavily as he knelt and watched, though his hands remained seemingly calm and limp by his sides, with his torn but still mostly intact robe covering his midsection in a way that made it impossible to tell if his anatomy was responding the same way it had back in the settlement when they'd first met.

"You don't have to touch me. You could just... a-ahh, rub yourself too. I'm pretty sure I saw a hard-on under that robe back at the village. I'd like to see the real thing. To... o-ohhh, to see you masturbate. To see you cum. Elves do that, right?"

She spoke amidst her ever more unrestrained finger-fucking, only to giggle when the blushing, staring elf tilted his head and said something brief and questioning, probably some variation of '[i]I don't understand[/i]'. Instead, she once again went for the non-verbal route. She pointed at him with her free hand, and then curled her three digits around to touch her thumb, leaving an open space, a circular hole between them, before motioning rapidly with her hand in a vaguely up and down stance. Another universal symbol much like the raised thumb, though this time one to indicate the sexual stimulation of a penis. When the elf somehow managed to turn his face an even brighter shade of scarlet though, even the tips of his ears aglow, Scurry simply shrugged as he frantically shook his head. After that, knowing that she seemingly wasn't going to be missing any sort of show, the kobold closed her eyes and began to see where her imagination would lead her, and barely a minute later, as some far more friendly gnolls curled their huge, strong, fluffy bodies around Scurry's fantasy self with tongues and large, thick fingers probing all over her smooth scales, the kobold let loose an unabashed and high pitched shriek of pleasure. Her tail thumped at the ground, her toes curled, her hips twitched rapidly, and fluids spilled out abundantly around her rapidly thrusting digits without any further thoughts about the elf's presence, beyond relief and gratitude that unlike her former clan, he now seemed to have no intention of actively halting her self-pleasure.

Indeed given the lack of anyone trying to stop her, and the heart-racing thrill of her gnoll focused fantasies making some part of her mind consider how lucky she was to still be free and capable of such unrestrained masturbation, Scurry didn't stop after that latest orgasm. Her clit might have been spent and still somewhat too tender to return to active duty, but her g-spot had proven itself more than willing and eager to take over in its stead.

Barely five minutes later, Scurry was hissing, grunting as she came again, now lying on her back just beside the tree trunk, though with only her feet, the surface of her wriggling tail and her shoulders actually on the floor as she fondled herself with both paws, rubbing her pussy with the same two digits of one while the other reached beneath her from behind, and more delicately teased and circled her asshole, the single digit stimulating her pucker slick with her pussy's own juices. After that, she kept going. She worked herself shamelessly, greedily towards yet another peak, and was so very close to it already when at last a sound from beyond her own moans and squirming, rustling motion against the forest floor reached her ears and permeated into her mind. A moan. A soft, almost rather melodic moan from another figure close by.

Immediately Scurry's eyes sprang open, and she let slip a happy whimper when she tilted her head to one side, and saw that her ears hadn't betrayed her. The elf was still kneeling there and watching her, but now one of his arms had withdrawn from the sleeve of his robe to reach down within the stained and torn but colourful garment, and was doing [i]something[/i] that was causing the front of the robe just in front of and above his crotch to rustle and flare outward repeatedly, as though something was being pumped against the material from within. He wasn't showing himself off. Indeed he seemed to be doing everything in his power to conceal as much as possible. But there was still no mistaking it. The elf was masturbating. He was watching her touch herself, and touching himself to the sight.

And now, he was watching her look back at him, and watching the kobold gasp, hiss in ecstasy, and immediately start to work her pussy with a third finger, fucking herself even more passionately as Scurry both admired the elf's obvious state of pleasure, and revelled in the opportunity to put on a show for him. To do her second favourite thing after making herself cum whenever and however she pleased, which was to share that pleasure, that orgasmic ecstasy with others around her whenever [i]they[/i] wanted it, too.

"Yesssss, ohh [i]yessssss![/i]"

The kobold gurgled in delight as she wriggled and turned her body so that her spread legs were pointing directly towards the elf, so that all of a sudden she was once again pointing her dripping and finger-stuffed pussy right at him as she pleasured it. Her already wide eyes bulged as she saw the elf blush, but not look away, and watched the motion of his technically hidden though still undeniable masturbation increase in speed and, from the way his head sagged and his eyelids fluttered, in blissful intensity too. To Scurry's surprise and utter rapture though, that wasn't the end of the elf's response to her more brazen, purposeful showing off to him. Perhaps it was just that he was letting his libido do some of his thinking for him now, a situation which the kobold was all too familiar with herself. Or, perhaps she had just misjudged him a little in assuming him to be quite so reserved, when really it was just a matter of him needing to be assured through more than subtle context clues that it was okay for him to take part. To share in this experience with her.

Whatever his exact reasoning though, the outcome was the same. Scurry watched as for a brief few moments the elf released his cock, leaving it visibly straining and twitching against the fabric of his robe while he slipped his arm back out through its sleeve hole once again. Then, with both hands he began to lift the lower part of his robe, rising up from where he was kneeling to a more upright state in order to help the robe easily slip up over his lean, milky thighs, to reveal a crotch seemingly free of the pubic hair Scurry knew that some other varieties of furless, scaleless bipeds possessed. A smooth, pale crotch protruding from which the kobold locked her eyes upon a cock which though probably around six inches or so, and by all accounts a fairly average girth given the elf's overall slender build, was the largest example of a penis that Scurry had ever seen. Over an inch bigger than the largest kobold erection she had ever touched and ridden, and rather than tapering to a thinner, pointed tip, bearing an additional layer of soft skin that seemed capable of being drawn back from the rather plump, deeper pink head of the elf's truly gorgeous cock.

The elf blushed as he held his robe up around his tight, smooth belly, trembling and breathing deeply as he showed himself off to Scurry with purpose to gauge her reaction. When the kobold shrieked happily though and began to finger herself in an absolute frenzy, staring greedily at that proud and twitching cock glistening with pre-cum at its tip all the while, the elf gathered the front of his robe up in one hand much as Scurry had been holding onto her dress that was now just bunched and naturally tangled around the middle of her torso, and thus left his other hand free to reach down once more and wrap itself around his hard-on.

"Yes! O-oohhhyess, do it! Mmhh, masturbate with me! Ohhh please, [i]pleeeeease![/i]"

Scurry shrieked, the elf's lack of direct comprehension irrelevant given that in that moment, it truly seemed as though there was nothing else she could possibly have been asking of him. Sure enough she could have sworn she saw the male nod, though it might have just easily been a side effect of his head bobbing and lurching in pleasure as he didn't just resume his own self-pleasure, but seemed to try and catch up to the kobold's frenzied pace in a matter of moments. Together they gasped, grunted, moaned, and most importantly and gleefully of all, they watched. They listened. They beheld one another's pleasure building and building to ever greater extremes until less than a minute later, it was actually the elf who beat Scurry to her next orgasm by just a fraction of a second.

He threw his head back, though not so much as to stop staring at her through heavy lidded and glassy eyes, and let slip a single, emphatic word of elvish as the first string of thick, pure white cum erupted from the tip of his cock. He pulled back the layer of foreskin covering his shaft to leave the head exposed as his erection twitched rapidly within his grasp, and as the elf gasped and moaned with obvious relief while shot after shot of seed sprayed a foot or so through the air in front of him before meeting the leaf litter below, Scurry's wide eyes greedily drank in every throb, every glistening, spurting droplet, before matching his release with her own. She pulled her fingers out of her pussy at the last second and resumed a sudden, frantic massage of her clit with two digits, holding her pussy spread open with the other two in order to both let the elf watch her inner reaches spasm, and to let the wild, forceful spray of ejaculate she let loose streak out and drum against the same patch of forest floor where her companion's cum was already beginning to land.

With that single finger of Scurry's other paw dipping just inside the winking sphincter of her ass while the male elf's hips bucked in time with the squeezing grip on his cock and the lurching throbs that accompanied the final few strands of his own release, the two creatures revelled in their shared pleasure. They bathed not only in their own bliss, but the unabashed and beautiful sights and sounds of the other figure moaning, shuddering, cumming along with them. They coaxed themselves through their united orgasm and kept on stimulating their bodies together for as long as they would allow themselves to be touched and teased and carried through just another few moments of all consuming pleasure. And then, when the elf sagged with a final ragged moan first, and Scurry whimpered and giggled in spent, giddy relief another few seconds later, their eyes met once again. Satisfied and weary as they might have been, neither the kobold nor the elf delayed for even a split-second after their climaxes were complete before immediately seeking out the other's gaze. The elf's cheeks glowed crimson as a helplessly grateful smile spread over his mouth, which Scurry responded to with a toothy, playful grin. They beamed together, sharing in the same post orgasmic afterglow that Scurry always found so much more pleasant and enjoyable when experienced with someone else, and then...

"Mmh... that was really, [i]really[/i] very pleasant indeed. Thank you, my Lady kobold."

Scurry blinked.

She lifted her head sharply, and raised an eyebrow at the elf.

"Wait. You speak draconic??"

She murmured in pleasantly surprised confusion, only for the elf's eyes to bulge in return and fix her with an equally confused, though relieved look.

"Wh-... no, I cannot say I have ever learned so much as a word of that particular tongue. But, you speak Elven?"

Scurry swallowed, and shook her head slowly as the elf studied her face, though swiftly seeming to conclude that she was being honest in her confusion, just as she was fairly sure of his sincerity too.

"Well, then... have you ever heard of a kind of magic that lets two different species understand one another's languages when they fool around?"

The kobold joked, only for the elf to blink once, twice, and for his eyes to slowly start widening again.

"Oh."

He murmured, seemingly all too aware of such a magical gift. And, in return, Scurry could only react in one way.

"[i]Oh[/i]."

She echoed, taking a moment to consider the implications of what was happening... then frowning, shaking her head, and starting to rub her clit again.

"Mmh. Nu-uh. I'm not getting into any weird magic stuff. I just wanna feel good. I just want the whole of the world to chill out and enjoy each other. So... great, we can talk to each other, but that's all it is. No need to think about it, no need to read into it when we could be having some more sexy fun together, right... uh... Mr Elf whose name I still kinda haven't asked?"

The elf, Kellen vas Ha'tharnas of the Sacred Forest, didn't reply immediately.

He was too busy remembering a tale passed down through elven folklore. Not the elves of his forest home, but the ancient elves who had first been born into this land when it was still brand new. Those whose wisdom and fortitude still lived with all elvenkind to this day, and whose stories were treated as more than myth. More than legend. They were prophecies for ages yet to come. And one of them, though lesser spoken of outside the realms of the forest elves, told of an elf of the woodland who would meet with the Great Unifier. The one who would, without spilling a drop of blood, bring together all the willing peoples of the world, and rule over them for a golden age of rapture and joy.

Kellen stared at the scrappy looking kobold woman as she shook her head and ignored the unmistakable magic that had overcome the language barriers between them, instead opting to start touching herself all over again. Rubbing her clit, moaning, and yet still looking up at him with longing in her eyes.

"D-don't think about it. Don't make... a-ahh, don't make me think about it."

She urged the elf pleadingly, squirming and humping her hips up against her fingers as she rubbed herself harder and faster still in an effort to make her mind go blank and forget all about the potential importance of what had just happened to her and the elf.

"Just... mmmh, just let me masturbate. Just let me cum again."

She whimpered longingly, happily in her pleasure to the male watching her, biting her bottom lip and wriggling her hips at him as his still firmly aroused cock twitched in spite of its oh so recent relief.

"And if you want, a-aahh... you can do it with me. Rub yourself with me. Or... touch me. Or I can touch you. Or... o-ohh. Anything. I'll share anything with you. Do anything to make us both feel good together. Just please... let's not talk about the magic. Let's not think about it. I'm just a horny kobold. I'm just a really horny, really needy kobold. That's all. And... a-aahh, right now, I don't need to be thinking, or worrying about having some sort of magical power or [i]destiny[/i]. I need to be cumming, and... o-ohh. And, I'd really like for you to be cumming with me."

By Jeeves