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Skeeta's eyes narrowed, her shoulders tensed and her tail stirring the air behind her as she regarded her opponent. Bigger, and able to bring more to bear, he was not a foe to be taken lightly. If the kobold were to snatch victory from this confrontation, it would take all of her skill and guile to do it, cunning wielded with the malicious precision of a sharpened blade. The odds were not in her favor, but it wouldn't be the first time she'd snatched victory from the jaws of cold calculating probability. Returning her foe's steely stare she made her decision and moved in for the kill.

"All in!" she said, pushing an admittedly humble stack of clay counters against the scarred wood separating her and Jarrod. Gambling was strictly speaking not allowed, but as long as no money was seen on the table along with the cards and dice, gamblers could still indulge in their guilty little pleasure.

Skeeta idly kicked at the empty air under their table, her clawed feet well off the ground while she sat on the human-sized bench. Size alone could make someone mistake her for a Halfling or goblin, if it weren’t for the decidedly reptilian features that made it clear she was a kobold. While the expressive and decidedly feminine face wasn’t quite bestial, the muzzle and the scales covering it gave her a decidedly reptilian appearance. Another were the four short, dull horns growing from the back of her head, something that the scaly female insisted wasn’t as flashy as long, flowing hair, but a lot easier to manage.

If one let their eyes travel further down, certain mammalian qualities would confuse matters, especially since Skeeta didn’t really bother covering up her feminine features. The scales running from under her chin and down her front were the pink-brown of fresh baked clay but the color darkened to a strip that ran front between her eyes to the tip of her short tail, a brown that looked almost black in the dim lamplight of the inn’s common room. Altogether Skeeta thought she was a sight for sore eyes and was almost offended that the man sitting opposite was looking from his cards to his chips and back again, with barely a glance at her.

"Call..." said the human male seated on the other side, counting out clay 'coins' from his sizable pile. Skeeta, who'd rather been hoping he'd back away, laid down her cards face up.

"What do you call that?" Jarrod asked, sounding none too pleased at the sight of the stained paper.

"A bad hand. I take it you have something better?" the kobold said, wincing when her opponent threw his hand down. "Well, fortune smiles on you, it would seem..."

"And when it doesn't smile on you, you throw the last of your stake away?" the man said, noticeably irritated now.

"It's called a bluff? A legitimate strategy. This isn't a game of blind luck, you know. There's like... tactics and that... that stuff when you try to work what's in the other person's head..."

"Psychology?"

"Yeah. Of course it's not fool-proof..." she said, brushing off her humiliating defeat. "Anyway you should be happy - you won after all..."

"U-huh. So you're saying I can collect my winnings?" he said, his tone turning decidedly hostile, as far as Skeeta was concerned.

"Don't worry, you know I'm good for it..." she said, trying to ease the human's mood which seems to have taken a decidedly dour tone at the mention of actual money.

"That's what you said last time. And the time before that, and..."

"Look Jarrod, I'm an adventurer. You know what that's like..."

"No, I don't. I'm in the city watch Skeeta, I work for my wages..."

"My point is we don't get paid every week. But soon enough I'm gonna score something big and you know I'm not gonna forget you when I do..." she said, trying to ease the human's worries with visions of wealth to come. "I'm just waiting for the right job to come along..."

"Yeah, and when do you think that will be? When's the last time you joined a party? One that didn't end with you drunk and dancing on the tables..." the tall man accused.

"It's not my fault all inns serve human-sized drinks! I'm less than half your weight, it's bound to affect me more than you..."

"It is your fault when you match a dwarf drink for drink!" Jarrod insisted, determined to point out what Skeeta liked to think as endearing little flaws. The scaly female just shrugged and tugged up the tight-laced leather jerkin. While most females of her species were nearly flat, Skeeta was proud of the way she could fill out a top, and in her experience the mood of most males could be improved if their eyes were made to be drawn to a prominently displayed cleavage.

"Ughhh, you really are running my night, you know? Well I don't happen to have any money on me, so you have no choice but to trust me that I will honor my word and pay you back onc- HEY!" she squeaked when Jarrod grabbed her arm and easily yanked her up from the bench. "What, you gonna shake me down?" she said, but instead the human just pulled her towards the stairs.

Skeeta rolled her eyes but didn't really protest. Even though he was tall and strong, Jarrod was a pretty harmless guy as far as she was concerned, and he was probably worried about making more of a scene as he gave her a lecture on responsibility. So she wasn't surprised that he pushed her into the room the city was renting from him after the watch barracks burned down last week. It was one of the cheaper ones too, and while her height meant she didn't care how the roof slanted down one side of the small room she doubted it was comfy for the tall human, no doubt further annoying him and making him take it out on poor kobold girls who happened to be between quests at the time.

"Okay, I get it you're a little disappointed, and maybe I have been a little careless with your patience, but if you'd only said something sooner..."

"It's... Skeeta it wasn't even my idea to play cards tonight! When you talked me into it I was sure you could at least cover this night's stakes! But you just don't give a fuck, do you? You're happy to take my money when you win, and when you lose you just shrug it off and give me another empty promise!" the human insisted, getting entirely too aggravated as far as the scaly girl was concerned.

"Oh come on, at least you had some fun! If I hadn’t given you that game, you would have just spent the night drinking down that watered-down beer they serve here until you were sleepy enough to come back... here!" she said, gesturing to the cramped room. "You at least spent an evening with a charming young lady, how can you be angry at that?" she said, throwing her slender shoulders back and her chest forward to emphasize her charm.

"Oh, so that's what this is? Okay, okay I think I can live with that..." he said, either calmly or in that strange cold furry one reached when pushed past the point of regular anger. "If that's what you had in mind, let's just go ahead and wipe the slate clean..." he said, and before Skeeta could reach he'd reached down and grabbed the front of the laced-up leather top she was wearing.

"Hey, what do you thi-" the kobold began when Jarrod pulled the leather garment apart, tearing the laces and letting Skeeta fall on her scaly rump with her chest bare and her ruined top still in the human's hands. "What the... oh, great job! What am I supposed to do now - walk home clutching my tits?"

"Wouldn't be your first time, would it?"

"I've never done that sober!" she corrected him, displaying injured pride as well as more of her chest than she was used to, at least while she still had decent judgment.

When he reached out she actually extended one hand, figuring he was going to start acting like a gentleman, but he grabbed her fore-arm and yanked her up, reaching out and pulling away the wrap-around skirt that had been Skeeta's last shred of modesty. With one arm in Jarrod's grip, the kobold was torn between masking her breasts or the slit visible between her scaly thighs. "Ughh, you... you brute!" she said, figuring she might have shamed the big human into acting decently when he set her down. It was when Jarrod unlaced his own pants and fished out a nearly erect cock that she realized that he was serious about clearing up her debt, and that he was big in more ways than height.

"Okay, now I get it that you're... upset..." she said, her voice a little unsteady. Jarrod was a handsome man, and she wasn't exactly chaste, but she was worried about how she could handle someone who would have been a snug fit even for a human woman.

"Nope, not any more. We're gonna settle your debt here and now, nice and even. If you can't pay, you can work it off, so get to work..." he insisted.

"Ughhh, should have known you're a perv. Is this why you're getting hard - picking on a girl less than half your size?" she said, but she tentatively reached for his erection. He was just frustrated, she knew what that was like. She could just give this... fuck, this thing is still growing... this pike a nice rub-down, he'd pop and get back to his senses. Maybe even apologize. She might get him to buy her a new top, to replace the one he'd torn!

With that in mind, Skeeta raised a hand and wrapped her nimble fingers around the human’s shaft. Or tried to. If it wasn’t for the claws at the tips she doubted she could make her thumb meet even one finger as she gave the now fully erect shaft a squeeze. A handful, to be sure, but one Skeeta was sure she could manage. Honestly, if Jarrod was this pent up he could have just bought her some drinks and asked for a helping hand from an old friend, instead of getting in a huff about some lousy gambling debt! The plump looking sack she saw at the base of the human’s cock only served to strengthen her belief that Jarrod was just pent up, and that his mood would be greatly improved once she’d stroked him to completion.

“You’re gonna have to try better than that…” he said, and with a roll of her eyes Skeeta wrapped her other hand around him.

She had to admit he was right – this was a two-hander. As her arms worked to pump the human’s length she wondered why Jarrod hadn’t found a girl his own size to do the honors. Heck, he could have probably made a minotaur cow moan with what she was currently polishing. Kobolds always get stuck with the dirty work… she mused, remembering to point the cannon in her grip away from her face when Jarrod reached his peek. In fact, she was just about to ask Jarrod to warn her before he blew, but the moment her mouth opened the human seemed to get entirely the wrong idea.

“Mhhhgllk!” was the best she could say in protest as the leaking tip of Jarrod’s cock slid along her tongue and damn near down the back of her throat. She still had a grip on his shaft and was trying to keep as much of it out of her muzzle as she could, but Jarrod was stronger and had a good grip on the back of her head.

“C’mon, don’t tell me you haven’t done this before…” the young man said, pushing her towards his crotch a little harder.

As a matter of fact Skeeta had done this plenty of times. The kobold wasn’t above using her feminine charms to make life a little easier, as long as the male in question was discrete about it. Sometimes just drawing attention to her perky tits was enough to soften the disposition of whoever she was negotiating with, but some of them drove a hard… bargain. Skeeta wasn’t exactly proud of it, but she liked the fact that she could turn heads whereas most kobold females ran the risk of being mistaken for males.

But she still wasn’t used to having a cock just plain shoved down her gullet, and the scaly female was about to plant her palms against Jarrod’s thighs, pull herself off and give him a piece of her mind. Unfortunately the moment she took her hands off his cock there was nothing stopping the human from pushing her face into his crotch, the shaft hitting the back of her throat and sliding half-way down as Skeeta’s slitted eyes bulged.

The towering male groaned above her as the kobold slammed her tiny fists against his legs, trying to give him a hint that he was going too far with this. She knew there were more sensitive places to hit, or for that matter bite, but she felt reluctant to resort to violence while there was still hope for a diplomatic solution. The diminutive female’s nostrils flared as she did her best to breathe, having learned the little trick during a previous tricky negotiation. That had been a half-orc raider and she doubted he was any bigger than the human currently humping against her muzzle.

When Jarrod began pulling out she hoped he might give her a chance to speak, but the moment he grabbed the stubby horns growing from the back of her head, Skeeta knew what to expect. Bracing her arms against his legs she managed not to choke as every last inch the young man was endowed with was once again sheathed in her throat in the span of a heartbeat, only for Jarrod to pull his hips back as he set a fierce tempo. Tears started to leak from the wide-open reptilian eyes, the length serving to muffle the struggling kobold’s coughs and sputters as Jarrod began to breed her muzzle the way a stray dog breeds a bitch in heat.

If her gambling partner had only been willing to be reasonable about this she was sure she could have employed her well-honed skill to get him off without any risk of passing out, but with her muzzle and throat both getting rutted it was all Skeeta could do to remain conscious. With the belt and laces undone Jarrod’s pants slid down his legs, exposing half of a muscular body so very obviously stronger than her own petite but curvaceous figure. It also fully exposed his sack which was now slapping her chin every time he hilted himself in her mouth.

Even though it was obviously futile Skeeta was still trying to resist the big strong male, at least so that she could keep her reputation intact. Truth be told Jarrod was turning her on with his grunts and the force of his rutting but having someone fuck her throat wasn’t exactly the scaly girl’s idea of a fun night out. If he hadn’t been suck a bully she could have come up with some creative ways to enjoy his endowments that didn’t involve the girthy shaft blocking off her wind-pipe.

The young man’s groans were a sure sign that her ordeal was near its end but the fact that his strokes were getting shallower was a cause for some alarm for the kobold female struggling to get some air. A final thrust drove Jarrod’s sack against her chin to the point that she could feel it twitch just before the glans now stuck in her throat swelled. She could breathe, albeit barely, her eyes loosing focus as the shaft shoved down her throat began to throb, pumping the pent-up male’s load directly into her belly. She felt the girthy cock twitch against her tongue, and even though she couldn’t taste it she could feel the thick warm goo being blasted down her gullet and into her belly.

She was feeling a little dizzy when Jarrod finally pulled his shaft out, pulling her head off him at the same time and giving the kobold both a chance to breathe and a final squirt of human cum across her dainty muzzle. Skeeta gasped as she caught sight of the glistening shaft, still half-hard and looking even bigger than it had felt seconds ago. Trying to muster her composure she cleared her throat and stifled an urge to burp as she prepared to aim her fiercest glower at the presumptuous human.

“Well, if that’s how you treat a lady, it’s no wonder you’re so pent up…” she said, squaring her shoulders and preparing to pick up what remained of her clothes.

“You know, you’re right. I should be more of a gentleman…” he said, not sounding quite spent as Skeeta figured he’d be.

“Something to keep in mind next time you feel the need tooOoooeeeeEEEEE! Putmedownputmedownputmedown…!” Skeeta cried out, her dignity forgotten as Jarrod bent over, grabbed her by the hips and hoisted her up until they were level with his face.

“What… what do you think I’m…” Jarrod started, but was cut off by Skeeta’s squeals.

“I’m afraid of heights you big dummy!” the kobold squealed out, arms flailing wildly for something to grab onto until she saw the mess of dark hair crowing her abductor’s head.

Grasping handfuls of the thick ringlets she clung to Jarrod’s head, throwing her legs around his neck and crossing her ankles behind his back to get a good grip on the unreasoning brute. When his hands started moving she tightened her grip, worried that he was going to try or shake her off, but the big palms just slid lower, cupping her perky behind and pushing her up a few scant but significant inches. Skeeta’s short scaly tail froze mid-flail as Jarrod’s pushed her up, his nose settling on the scales covering her pubic mound as his lips pressed against.

“What are you… put me doooOooohh!” she said, or rather gasped out as a tongue pressed itself against that special part of her where rosy-brown scales gave way to flawless, rosy-pink skin.

She wasn’t sure if he was just teasing her, but when a second lick followed the first and a third followed the second, Skeeta found she wasn’t in the mood for counting. Her gambling/drinking partner had never struck her as a particularly passionate male in spite of a masculine physique, but there was no denying the eagerness and skill with which he lapped away between her shapely thighs. The thighs, she realized, were now pressed tight against his ears, meaning he couldn’t exactly hear her.

Skeeta dug one hand out of the man’s hair and knocked on the top of his head to get his attention. When the eyes pointed up his tongue was still busy and still skilled, so it took some effort for the kobold femme to fix her best scowl on her face and point down, hoping Jarrod would realize she was pointing at the floor where she wanted to be and not her crotch, where he was. He seemed to understand well enough, judging by the way he shook his head, an impressive feat considering he had a panicky kobold clinging to it.

The maneuver only made Skeeta cling harder, the diminutive reptile biting her lip as in direct contrast to her demand Jarrod just started digging deeper into her smooth cleft with that impertinent tongue of his. She figured the prudish man might be doing this out of some misplaced sense of chivalric obligation, in which case she might have been willing to oblige him if he’d had the sense to do this on the nearby bed. Easy for him, he’s six feet in the air every time he stands up! she thought grumpily, but she had to admit her fear was being clouded by the sensations clouding her entire mind.

He was good, she had to admit. No real finesse, like most males, but he did seem to have an enthusiasm bordering on hunger. She could feel his lips mashed against the soft folds of her sex, his tongue now almost constantly buried in her honey-pot as it stirred and flicked, occasionally grazing a particularly sweet spot that would have the kobold hissing as she flexed her thighs against her violator’s head.

Skeeta could feel the clawed toes on her feet flex and curl under the giant human's onslaught. Considering they lack muzzles she was surprised their mouths can house such long, nimble tongues, long enough at least to reach where what they needed. The kobold could feel the warm wetness getting smeared over Jarrod's face and her crotch as her fear was eclipsed by the needs of her body, stirred by the rather brutish but undeniably vigorous blow-job and now half-way sated by the strong male's mouth. Her grip on him remained strong, and she was hoping her shapely thighs were doing a good job of muffling the sounds coming from her muzzle. Skeeta found herself actually bucking her hips as best as she could, pushing her slippery sex against the young man's face, something Jarrod didn't seem to mind. Not that he could voice his disapproval at this point.

Her tail began to stir the air behind her, her legs flexing to push her crotch up against Jarrod's mouth. Her little nostrils were flaring, her muzzle twisted in a grimace that showed the rows of tiny teeth, gritted as her climax approached. Jarrod seemed to feel it, possibly by the way her thighs were clenched so hard she looked like an oversized nutcracker, one making very funny growly-moany noises. All it took to push her over was for the tongue to curl up, the tip pressing against the tiny hidden spot that had driven her while when merely grazed. Her hands went slack, her thighs started to tremble and in the tidal-wave of sensual bliss Skeeta was glad to feel Jarrod's hands move under her arms, holding her as she bucked weakly against his mouth. She felt like she was floating on air, rising weightless and serene until she realized the young man was indeed lifting her up and off his face. Looking down past her heaving chest she could see his face thoroughly drenched in her honey, and a disconcertingly stern and hungry look in the eyes drinking in the sight of her from what must be a very interesting angle.

"So -huhhh!- had enough?" she panted, trying to look stern as she gazed down at him, something a person of her height rarely had a chance to do.

"You serious? You don't just owe me for one night of playing cards, do you?" he said, lowering her effortlessly.

Skeeta slid lower until her crotch was eye-level with Jarrod, and then lower still, the human pausing only a little once he was face to face with her breasts. Her boobies were the kobold girl's pride and joy, covered in fine dusky scales, firm but with just enough bounce. After that slit-slurping session her nipples were sticking out and just a tad up, hard rosy-brown nubs so tantalizing she was sure they were what Jarrod was after. She even thrust her chest out a little in preparation to having the human male's face plunged into her cleavage, but instead he continued to lower her. Skeeta was looking forward to feeling the floor under her feet, and was thus alarmed to feel something slightly spongy but still disturbingly hard poke between her thighs.

"Jarrod, now look... okay, I get that you're upset with me..." she said, trying to be as diplomatic as she could while the young man let adjust a little more of her weight rest against his tip. "But enough's enough! You're too... can't you see how small I am?" she said, trying to look as frail and delicate as possible as the tip of the man's erection twitched against her folds.

"I know for a fact I wouldn't be your first human..."

"That... I don't go by species, I go by size! I mean... l-look at that thing!" she said, staring at his once again hard cock with mostly apprehension. "You sure you don't have an ogre somewhere in your family tree?"

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you..." he insisted, and for a moment Skeeta was sure she'd once again sweet-talked the man into seeing her side of things. She realized she was wrong when he lowered her another inch, enough for his tip to part and just barely splay her slick folds. "I'm not going to give you more than you can handle..."

"You... you aren't gonna 'give' me anything you -mpffhhh!... C'mon Jarrod, this isn't funny anymore!" she squealed, flailing around with her legs and trying to squirm which was having the opposite effect of what she wanted. Her struggles had only served to wedge the glans more firmly in the kobold femme's slippery sex.

"I'm not trying to make you laugh..." he said, lowering his hands and his squirming burden.

Skeeta's scaly face creased as her weight pushed her down, the folds of her cunny refusing to spread further in spite of the vigorous tonguing the young man holding her had given it. She was half-sure he'd never get that thing in, that he'd set her down and call thing quits. Maybe he'd let her handle that pole some other way, and she'd be lying if she said she was entirely uninterested in playing with the prodigious length of hard masculine flesh. Maybe if she laid him down and pressed her tits around him she could give him release and a nice show, enough for him to forget all about the debt and this ridiculous idea of fitting that thing in-

"HeeeeeEeehhh!" she gasped, throwing her head back as her limbs went stiff and her eyes watered.

When she looked down she couldn't believe her eyes - there were her rosy folds, chubby, perfectly smooth and straining as they tried to wrap around the shaft now stuck firmly inside her. She hissed as the pain of the stretching registered, a sharp sting that meant she wasn't really injured, but made it clear that Jarrod was too big for her. She wondered if his conscience would kick in since he seemed to be pausing, his own face twisted as he felt what must surely be the tightest hole ever to grip his tip.

But those moments were all she got from the man before he started lowering her yet again. With the tip of his cock now pushing deeper into he there was nothing she could do, but Skeeta still kept lashing her tail and flailing with her limbs. Inches disappeared into her, and to the kobolds distress the sting was gone, now hidden behind a dull throb and a sensation of fulness that was getting more intense with every second and every inch. She was sinking smoothly down his throbbing length and she knew full well why. She had little doubt that once Jarrod inevitably pulled out of her his cock would be glistening under a fine sheen of kobold nectar as the part of her that usually took over once she drowned the reasoning half of her brain in alcohol responded fondly to what was being forced into her.

It was too much, she was still sure of that, but it was too much of a good thing. The feel of something so hard against the softest part of her, the pulsing heat driving deeper and deeper into her, the way her walls would rub and caress the invading length every time one of her legs kicked the empty air on reflex. Jarrod was now filling her more than any male ever had, at least while she was sober, and when she finally felt him push against the barrier to her womb she was shocked both by the fact that he hadn't sheathed everything he had in her, and by how little was left outside of her straining sex. She was stunned that she couldn't actually see the outline of his erection against the scales of her tummy, but pressing her finger's to her lower belly she could feel the walls of her sex being pressed against him. She was struggling to breathe, and couldn't help but notice that Jarrod was also a little out of breath.

"Too tight for ya? You know, you can still call it quits..." she said, feeling cocky which made sense since there was so much cock in her at the time.

"I... I can't believe I got this far in..." he said, looking at maybe two inches of his shaft still outside of the velvety vise holding the rest of his manhood.

"And just wha-aaAah!-t are you implying!?" she said, but Jarrod just smirked and moved his hands to her hips. Skeeta flailed wildly but with nothing to grab onto she just wound up falling back until she was parallel with the floor, her legs sticking in the air but her crotch anchored firmly to the male holding her. "Hmpfh! Comfy enough... and I'd rather look at the roof than at your smug face..." Skeeta insisted, folding her arms against her chest and feeling the stiffness of her nipples as they poked against her scaled skin.

The defiant expression on her flushed face twisted a little into something that sent an entirely wrong message as Jarrod began to slide that pole out of her, and as the inches left her body Skeeta could well imagine what he was staring at – a pair of plump, silk-soft folds clinging to his now shiny length. The kobold femme took a few steadying breaths, noticing that she could actually take deeper ones now that the human’s cock was almost all the way out. He was pulling so far back that she dared hope that she would feel the glans slip out and the big bully set her down.

A part of her dreaded that, the same part that curled her toes and made her moan as the whole thing was driven in. Jarrod did it in a single stroke this time, filling her so suddenly that Skeeta felt her eyes lose focus as the hard, girthy heat invaded her once again. The second time he did it he pulled her off him at the same time he pulled out, and drove her back to meet his thrust. It was forceful enough that the kobold girl could feel the human’s sack slap under her tail at about the same time his tip jabbed at her cervix.

I’m… I’m too tight… He’ll last for about a dozen pumps and then I’ll be free to go…

This theory gave the scaly girl some comfort as she was subject to a very uncomfortable rutting. She’d moved her hands to grip Jarrod’s wrists, not that it accomplished anything. He had an iron grip on her hips, which was the only thing keeping her from being bounced off his erection every time he drove it into her. Without her arms folded across them she could feel her boobs bouncing back and forth on her chest, no doubt providing the cruel and avaricious human with a show. She’d been keeping her muzzle clamped shut in the hopes of muffling some damning noises. Her reputation at this establishment was less than sterling and it wouldn’t be the first time someone heard her moaning, gasping and squeaking here, but she wanted to deny Jarrod the satisfaction. After a while she gave up on that, because in the silence it was all too easy to pick up the wet noises of a huge human cock plunging over and over into a straining kobold cunny. Part of the mess was his doing, she knew that, but she was aware that her body was adjusting a little too readily to her partner’s size.

Force remained another matter, and she wished the big male would stop showing off and remember his manners. She doubted he’d be this callous with a human girl, and that was one built to handle someone his size! His hands were big, his arms bulging with muscles, she must weigh as much as a big doll to him, which explained why he was using her like some sort of plaything. Skeeta’s legs were stretched out behind him, bouncing up and down with every womb-deep thrust into her slick sex, the clawed toes curling every time the glans would angle up and graze that sensitive spot.

“S-slow do-oow!-n…” she cried out, her sentence ending in a grunt as she was once again pulled down the cock being driven into her with merciless force.

“You want me to stop?” Jarrod asked, his own voice sounding a little strained but betraying no signs of fatigue.

“I said slow d-aaaAaaaw!” Skeeta squealed as he drove in hard enough to make skin slap noisily against scale.

As the stars danced at the edges of her vision, she wondered briefly why she hadn’t told him to stop, but when Jarrod widened his stance something told her the offer had expired. With his feet braced he changed his tempo, keeping her hips perfectly still while driving himself into her with vicious force. He was pulling out a third of the way out, at most, small comfort since during their rutting he’d managed to stretch her out enough for every inch of that obscene cock to fit into her. That meant that aside from the slurping noises of her snug sex getting plowed she could now hear the steady slap of his hips meeting her crotch.

Skeeta wasn’t strong enough to fight off the human male, and she no longer had the strength to fight her won urges. She did her best to try and hide what she knew was coming from the humping male, scrunching her eyes and gritting her teeth as tension gripped her body as sure as Jarrod was doing. Little trembles started in her belly, traveling lower and making her toes curl and her thick tail quiver.

Even though she could feel her sex clench and then pulse lovingly around the rutting male the coaxing contractions of her velvety walls didn’t even slow the young man down. He kept pumping her slit all through Skeeta’s climax, making the kobold whimper needily in spite of her best efforts as the pummeling of the shaft stuck in her sex kept her riding the crest of her climax. Her hands had fallen away from the young man’s wrists at some point and Skeeta was now truly like a doll- limp and with her limbs bouncing and flailing around as the rather big boy played with her.

The growls and grunts coming from Jarrod brought her to some form of consciousness, singaling as they did that the human was near his limit. Skeeta was still hyper-sensitive from what she’d never openly admit was a mind-blowing orgasm, and she could feel the young man’s thrust grow shorter and shorter as his shaft flexed, the swelling glans now mashed against her cervix. The pumps of his hips devolved into grinds, the young man groaning as his fingers dug into Skeeta’s scaled hips. She felt the sack resting against her tail-hole twitch, the hard mass in her swell with the first rush of cum that gushed into her womb, the first of many pulses of thick, warm goo that Skeeta’s snug sex was keeping from leaking out.

Exhausted and thoroughly overwhelmed, Skeeta lay suspended with her arms limp at her sides, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath and her tail still twitching as Jarrod continued seeding her, keeping her pressed tight against him as he poured everything he had into the petite scaly female. When he finally slid her off Skeeta winced at the obscene sound of his shaft being pulled from the mess he’d made in her, but allowed herself a sigh of relief. She’d survived what she fully intended to refer to as an ordeal, and her slate was wiped clean. Not her preferred way of doing business, but at least she didn’t have to worry about having that thing pushed back into her straining body now that it was thoroughly…

“What the… how’s… how’s that thing still…” she murmured as Jarrod plopped her down on the tiny bed, his shaft glistening under both her mess and his and still disturbingly hard.

“It’s been a while. And the way I see it, you’ve paid me back for the last two games you stiffed me. You still have one left to go, so…”

Skeeta had raised a finger to protest when the big man grabbed her hips and easily flipped her over. She’d been too weak to fight him the first time, and now with her limbs feeling wobbly she knew she didn’t have a chance. She consoled herself by the fact that she was loose and lubed now, so her second rutting would be easier to bear. She felt the young human grip her tail, raising her rear until it was level with his hips. The kobold girl had relaxed and waited to feel the kiss of that blunt tip against her slightly gaped folds, and was quite alarmed when instead she felt the wet, hot prod just under her thick scaly tail.

A surge of near-terror cleared the remains of post-orgasmic fog from her mind as it became apparent that Jarrod was indeed intent on sliding that monster under her tail. As adventurous as Skeeta was she’d never lost that particular virginity… well not counting that elf woman a few years back. She’d been very nice and very generous, and after plying Skeeta with drinks she’d invited the kobold to her room (so much nicer than this one!), but the moment they were alone she started smiling as she called her a ‘bad girl’ before bending her over her silk-clad knees and spanking her, after which she proceeded to push her nimble fingers into all sorts of places. That had been a… memorable evening, but this wasn’t a slender digit of a dainty elf-woman demanding entrance into her scaly ass.

Okay, if I had any special powers granted to me by long-forgotten draconic ancestry, now would be a pretty great time for them to manifest…

Skeeta’s jaws opened wide, but no flame issued forth, nor did any sound that anyone other than a dog could hear. She’d clenched up the moment she felt something trying to push in back there, but Jarrod was strong and his tip was still glistening and very well-prepared to sink into a rump that definitely wasn’t! She felt her ring dimple as the human pushed against it, straining under the pressure until a sharp jab drove the tip in.

Using her tail as leverage, Jarrod pulled her rump back even as he pushed, sliding so much of himself into the stunned kobold that Skeeta could feel his cum being forced from her recently rutted sex. The scaly female’s hands grabbed fistfuls of sheets as her breath caught in her throat, stunned with the callous way the male behind her was stuffing himself up her freshly claimed ass. He’d felt thick when it was her pussy wrapping around him, but as inches speared her pucker it felt like a hot, fleshy pillar was being forced up her rump.

Shock had relaxed the kobold’s tail-hole, but mid-way in she’d clenched down and winced as her ring tried in vain to stop the intruder from going deeper. All she managed to do was to make Jarrod pause and groan before he resumed pushing into her. There was nothing to stop him back there and the scaly girl was shocked when she felt his sack clap gently against her messy slit. Depth, it would seem, wasn’t an issue for her poor rear, but thickness was. If she took deep breaths and relaxed she could just about handle having that monster buried where no male had gone before, but every time her rump clenched she would wince as the cock buried under her tail seemed twice as thick.

And once the shaft started moving, taming her tail-hole became even harder. The most bizarre sound she’d ever heard, let alone made, issued from her muzzle as her pucker fought an impossible fight, accomplishing nothing but making this feel even more straining. She supposed that it was a small mercy that Jarrod’s cock had been dripping with their combined mess because she could feel things back there were pretty slick, easing the passage of the human’s oversized endowment as it plunged over and over between her scaly cheeks.

Skeeta had never had anyone up her ass, but she was proud of being a fast learner. Relaxing seemed important, and if she made sure to breathe deep and slow she could make the sensation of having her tail bred go from painful to just plain… weird. Jarrod was thick enough that she could feel the walls of her freshly filled sex rub together whenever he hilted himself which made this feel a little like sex, but still not quite enough. Judging by the sounds he was making this definitely felt just like sex on the other end, hopefully good enough to make him blow his load soon.

“Fuck, you’re tight…” he groaned as he once again pressed his hips against her bouncy behind.

“A-asshole!” Skeeta replied with what little breath she could catch.

“All right, you’re asshole‘s tight…”

“No! I meant thaAaaaAAAA-” Skeeta cried out, losing her voice as a hand wrapped around her chest and the male crouching over her straightened, pulling her along with him.

Her legs flailed around in desperate search of solid ground before he hooked and arm under her knees and pulled them up, her tail hanging limp along his left leg as he held her folded up with her back against his chest. The thickness of her tail meant he couldn’t get all the way in her, but the first time he bounced her on his throbbing length that didn’t seem very comforting.

Bracing his feet, Jarrod began driving his hips up, bucking into her with enough force to push her a little bit off him, only to have her plunge down to meet his next thrust. The girthy cock buried up her snug behind felt like a staff, albeit a warm and fleshy one. Skeeta’s head began bouncing around, the same thing her breasts would be doing if her legs weren’t pressed against them, the humans grunts accompanied by wet, slick noises as he began to pump her rear.

If you were gonna sodomize me, with didn’t you start with that? the kobold thought, knowing that even if her cute bouncy butt was the tightest, most thrilling thing a man could hope to sink his cock into (and she wasn’t ruling out the possibility that it was), it would take Jarrod ages to finish after breeding her muzzle and her slit. And as the seconds passed by with the big human tirelessly bouncing her on his cock, she wondered if she’d make it through without passing out.

When Jarrod paused she was hoping he was either about to cum or succumb to exhaustion, but the human just shifted his hands so that he was gripping her under each knee. As he spread her legs wide Skeeta flung an arm back and around his neck just to keep herself from falling over. With this new position Jarrod's leverage seemed even better and the kobold girl was soon letting out long, shaky moans as her breasts bounced on her chest and her whole body bounced on the human’s cock. She could see Jarrod’s seed being pushed out of her sex with every thrust, driven out as her sex pressed together every time her rump was filled.

Figuring she might as well get something out of this, the kobold girl pushed her free hand against her sex, sinking two fingers in and cumming almost instantly. She could feel Jarrod moving around back there, and as intense as it felt to have the walls of her sex rub against each other, having them rub against her fingers was better. As she got herself worked up her pucker started pulsing, but she was past the point of caring. Her fingers pumped her sex and the man holding her legs open pumped her ass, his grip on Skeeta’s legs a lot more secure than the scaly female’s grip on consciousness.

With a final curl she cried out and shuddered, nipples stiffening into sharp little points on firm scaly boobies as her tail-hole started winking in time to the pulses of her cunny. That seemed to drive Jarrod past the point of no return, the human groaning as he shot another load up her tail. Skeeta wriggled against him, almost savoring the sensation of the throbbing cock up her ass now that she was no longer bouncing on it. With her vision blurry and her heart still racing, she craned her neck up and addressed the male holding her with what breath she could catch:

“Paid…in-ngh!... full!”