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

Scurry had both hands clamped around her muzzle, physically holding her jaws together as Asira's wide, wet, rough tongue probed almost as deep within herself as Kellen's cock could reach at its most deliciously rigid and engorged. Even then, even with her maw clamped shut, she was afraid she was being too loud as she came, but the kobold couldn't help it. The leader of the outcast forest gnolls wouldn't stop. Her jaws had been locked around the much smaller woman's scaled body for quite some time, her lower jaw bumping up against the base of the kobold's tail while her upper jaw's teeth were resting against Scurry's lean, pale scaled belly. And all that while, her tongue had been slurping. Driving urgently in and out, lashing the upper wall of Scurry's pussy, tasting her, [i]drinking[/i] her through orgasm after orgasm after thrashing, toe curling, muffled but shrieking, hissing orgasm.

Of course, what Asira was doing now was a response to what Scurry had already done to her. Upon first inviting the powerful, seven foot tall gnoll woman to share the animal hide that had already served as her and Kellen's bed for the past few hours, Scurry's own lips had closed around the substantial girth of the gnoll's sumptuously protruding, two inch clitoris. She had stood before the towering, hyena-like humanoid and begun to do everything to that clit which she would have wanted to have done to hers if she had possessed such a magnificent piece of anatomy, but after the gnoll's first growling, gutturally blissful orgasm, legs shaking but her body remaining upright throughout, one of Scurry's hands had pulled away from her own midsection and risen to explore beyond the gnoll's clit alone. She had probed the gnoll's pussy with two fingers. Then three. Then, with a rumbling snarl for more escaping Asira's throat, her entire hand.

The gnoll had cum four times before she lowered herself to the damp, arousal and sweat stained ox hide upon the floor, and twice more after that as Scurry knelt between her legs, feasting and pumping her fist half way to her elbow within the far larger woman. Upon having her head and arm pushed firmly away though, Asira clearly too sensitive to bear any more stimulation at that particular moment, Scurry hadn't been given a chance to speak a single word to the gnoll before her comparably tiny frame was lifted up in Asira's strong yet shaky grip, and deposited astride Asira's muzzle much as she had been riding Kellen's face when the gnoll's leader first arrived and began to watch.

Since then, Scurry didn't know how many times she had cum. She didn't know much of anything, honestly. Her brain was a swirling mush of giddiness, of ecstasy, of relief and gratitude. This was it. This was the life she had always wanted. Kellen. Asira. Lovers who revelled in pleasure, their own and hers alike, and who were undeniably eager to please her. To keep on pleasing her, one after the other, on and on and on, without any reason to stop. No complications. No responsibilities. No drama or jealousy or frustration or [i]anything[/i] more than sweet, wonderful sex.

"Kel..."

Scurry huffed, daring to remove her hands from around her muzzle just long enough to address the elf, who had already cum twice watching her and Asira together, and now was stroking his cock anew in clear pursuit of a third climax as he reverently revelled in the sight of two women having sex. With one hand scratching behind the gnoll's ears and fondly, gratefully stroking the braid-tied mane of the woman still feasting on her, Scurry reached out a weak and shaking free hand to beckon the elf over.

"Please. My muzzle. Fuck it. I... I need to taste you. I need you both to be... o-ohhh, to be fucking me. Sharing yourselves with... aa-ah! Oh, Asira... I'm... yes! Again. Cumming [i]again! Ohhhyessss![/i]"

She was still shaking, still cumming astride the gnoll's face when Kellen's shaft brushed against her scaled muzzle's panting tip. She muffled her ongoing cries not with her own hands but with the elf's erection filling her mouth, and her eyes rolled back in renewed bliss as she felt Kellen's own trembling fingers grasping the sides of her head and coaxing her into an immediate rocking, bobbing motion upon his cock.

"R-rnghhhhmmhhhahhhh..."

Beneath her sodden, smooth scaled thighs, the gnoll growled in orgasm as she pawed greedily at her own loins, any exhaustion and over-sensitivity she had experienced thanks to Scurry's earlier ministrations long since passed.

"Scurry! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Against her tongue, Kellen's cock twitched and jerked wildly as ribbons of seed painted the back of Scurry's throat.

"Mnhcmmnnghh... mmhgnhnn! Mnh cmhnnnngghhhhh!"

Gurgling not just around her muzzleful of cock, but with the elven male's arousal still trickling its last few droplets into her, Scurry came yet again. And of course, afterwards, Asira was still there. Still eating her out as Kellen dropped to his knees astride the gnoll's broad chest in order to pull Scurry's face to his and kiss her deeply, tasting his own seed on her tongue as they made out above the growling, masturbating gnoll.

"You should help her. Use your tongue, or your fingers."

Scurry panted when their kiss broke, giggling and moaning in pleasure-drunk rapture as she focused on the somewhat out of focus, swirling face of her lover. Hazy as her vision may have been given her intensely aroused state though, the kobold could still see Kellen's skin flush and his eyes widen. Before he could say or do anything though, Scurry squealed, the actual loudest sound she had made all evening, as all of a sudden both of Asira's hands were gripping her thighs, and lifting her comparably tiny body up completely off the gnoll's dripping, fluid-matted face.

"Anything."

Asira huffed to the kobold.

"If he can make me cum like he made [i]you[/i] cum, and like you made [i]me[/i] cum... he can do anything to my pussy. He can fuck me. Anything. Just... gods above and demons below, tell him not to stop until I can't take it any more!"

In that instant, even in the midst of her overwhelmed, multi-orgasmic haze, Scurry realised something. The gnoll's once decent but incomplete and occasionally fragmented use of the common tongue had been replaced by flawless speech which reached Scurry's ear as though the other woman was speaking draconic. No-one had cast a spell. No-one had done anything in this tent for hours now except masturbate and fuck over and over and over and over again, and yet for the second time Scurry and one of her lovers had experienced an undeniably magical intervention to broach the language barrier between them. The gnoll herself didn't seem to have noticed, and Kellen's lack of a reaction suggested he was still hearing the gnoll woman speaking a tongue he didn't understand, but in that moment Scurry recalled what Kellen had told her after the elf had recognised the magical nature of their own ability to communicate.

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.

A great and powerful destiny, foretold in prophetic visions.

She shuddered. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, wordlessly demanding her brain forget those words and the undeniable fact that at some point she would [i]have[/i] to learn more about what this apparent ability of hers meant. What it meant that when she had sex with a creature, they could suddenly comprehend each other. She knew it. It was inevitable. And yet, she insisted that she forget it, ignore it, deny it.

All she wanted was a quiet life of relaxation, of sex. Of days and nights exactly like this one, minus the few hours spent walking at spear-point as captives.

Her eyes sprang open, but before Scurry could urge the elf still kneeling before her to follow his instincts and please Asira as she wished to be pleased by him, they heard a sound from beyond the tent. A loud, echoing howl that seemed to ring out from all directions at once.

In an instant, Scurry was tumbling forward, being flung off Asira's body and into Kellen's embrace as he too was thrust aside thanks to the speed with which the gnoll leader reacted.

"They're here!"

Those were the only words Asira snarled, no longer lustful and relaxed, but terrified, furious, determined as she bolted towards the tent doorway without even thinking about re-donning her belt or loincloth, just scooping the knife from within its sheath affixed to the belt as she ran. Then she was gone, and Scurry could hear her screaming commands to her companions at the top of their lungs. Urging them to gather together, to stand and fight, as Scurry heard more and more howling, alongside gnoll voices she couldn't understand snarling and baying in unmistakably warlike tones.

For maybe twenty seconds, Scurry and Kellen remained in the tent. They whispered to one another as they hurriedly pulled on their dirty, crumpled and torn clothing, knowing their ability to help was minimal, and their risk of injury was huge thanks to their lack of armour or weapons. Even as they agreed that it was almost impossible for them to help though, that they would be better served by trying to flee, and that it would probably be a mercy to Asira and her companions not to have to worry about their safety atop everything else if they did, the kobold and elf could see the look in one another's eyes. The lack of certainty. The lack of belief in what they were saying.

Kellen knelt down and took Scurry's face in his hands, kissing her briefly yet fiercely as they heard a howl of pain from somewhere close by.

"I love you. Thank you for so many orgasms."

The kobold whispered as the elf pulled back. He laughed, and tears were streaking down his already dirt and sweat-stained cheeks as Kellen whispered back to her in return.

"I love you too. Thank you for giving me a chance to live like I never thought I could."

Then they were on their feet, racing towards the tent's flap, and...

Outside was chaos. Violence. Blood. Rage.

To Kellen and Scurry's relief, it was relatively easy to tell apart the attackers from the gnolls belonging to the outcast group, though far more disturbing was the fact that what made them so easy to tell apart was the armour and war paint worn by the attackers, while the outcasts were un-armoured and mostly unarmed aside from some wooden spears, and one or two weapons likely wrested from the hands of their attackers. In a matter of moments, Kellen had a weapon of his own as an armoured, snarling gnoll raced at him with metal-tipped spear outstretched, and the elf's natural grace allowed him to spin to one side at the last second, stick out a leg, and trip the gnoll while yanking the weapons from hands that were suddenly loosening their grip in an attempt to brace themselves for the impending fall. He sprang forward with speed that even he was shocked by, swung the spear around, and watched the gnoll's eyes cross as he delivered a sharp, sudden blow to the underside of the gnoll's chin, and saw creature's head snap back and impact against the compacted, paw-trodden earth. The gnoll fell limp and motionless, and without any time to consider what he had done, the fact that he had never actually harmed another sapient creature before that moment, Kellen heard a yelp of anguish from nearby, and immediately rushed towards its source.

Scurry, meanwhile, did what kobolds did best. Or rather, one of the many things she had always been told that kobolds did best by her former clan.

She caused chaos. She stole a dagger from one of the attacker's belts, and began to use it. She jammed it into the first warrior's thigh, and without even waiting for him to turn and regard her, she was gone amidst the maelstrom of battle. Slicing at knees. Ankles. Not trying to mortally wound anyone or take them entirely out of the fight herself, but causing enough pain, enough shock, enough of an injury for the gnolls she struck at to turn, seeking to defend themselves against the source of the damage, and opening them up for the defenders to strike back.

Scurry darted between countless pairs of powerful legs, dancing between them with delicacy and grace that she had never known she was capable of. She felt strangely calm. Strangely focused and in control. She knew that she was competent, despite what the members of her clan had believed. Many a time in various circumstances she had proven that she could match the best skills of any of her clan-mates. But, most of the time the skills they had weren't skills she had any interest in, because they didn't help her cum. Now though, living was what Scurry needed to do in order to ensure she could cum again. And saving lives, not just Asira, not just Kellen but as many lives as possible, meant so many more opportunities to cum if the rest of the outcasts were as friendly and open as their leader.

Scurry jammed the dagger into the right calf of a hide armour clad gnoll woman who was just about to bring an axe down upon a fallen, trembling and unarmed gnoll lying in front of her. The gnoll howled. She span around with the knife still embedded in her flesh, giving the fallen woman the chance to scramble back upright, to lunge forward and sink her teeth into the back of the attacker's neck. Before Scurry could move away though, no matter how fast and agile she was, she felt a powerful, metal gauntlet clad hand close around her right arm and squeeze so hard it felt like the limb might snap. She felt herself being yanked off the ground. She turned her head, saw a helmeted head, the helm's front protruding and painted with bloody, jagged teeth that matched the ferocity of the eyes that stared balefully forth from within, and saw the gnoll raise an black iron headed, jagged-edged mace, already dripping with blood, to strike.

The gnoll she had saved moments before, spitting a lump of bloody flesh from her mouth even as she howled in fury, tackled the attacker and sent him crashing to the ground with Scurry still held in his grip. The gnoll woman rolled aside before the mace could swing out and strike her in the head, but in doing so left Scurry vulnerable once again. The warrior's grip was still unshakably strong. He was even taller than Asira by at least half a foot, thicker, probably more muscular too beneath his heavy armour. Scurry couldn't do anything. She wasn't strong enough. But... she couldn't do nothing. However futile, she had to try. She had to try and live. For Kellen. For Asira. For all the orgasms she still craved to have, and to give.

The warrior rolled over and pinned her to the ground beneath his colossal weight, shifting his hand to press down against Scurry's chest as though seeking to simply crush her ribcage. Scurry couldn't breath. She couldn't think. All she could do was act on instinct, and so the tiny, lean little kobold barely three feet in height bent her green scaled legs, pressed her feet up against the centre of the gnoll's armoured chest-piece, and...

With a strangled, ear-splitting yelp of almost comic surprise, the gnoll warrior was tossed a good five feet into the air by the force of Scurry's kick, and all around him and the prone, trembling, wide-eyed kobold, battle stopped for an instant as outcasts and attackers alike blinked and stared, unable to comprehend exactly what they had just seen. The armoured warrior landed heavily, snarled in rage, and began to get up again. But, Scurry was faster. She was far, [b]far[/b] faster, and as she picked up the gnoll's mace where he had dropped it, she realised something else too.

It didn't feel heavy. Or rather... it still felt just as heavy as it had presumably always been, but the weight, the mass of it wasn't an issue for Scurry's body.

She was strong.

She was really, really, strong. Almost as strong as...

For an instant, Asira's orgasmic screams rang in her ears.

The kobold lunged forward with mace in hand, so swift, so graceful, leaping over another of the attacker's fallen bodies with a fluidity of movement she had only seen from one kind of creature in her entire life, and one individual very specifically. For an instant, Kellen's orgasmic cries rang in her ears.

She began to think back to her former clan. To all the times she had slept with different kobolds within the clan over the years before her departure. Of course, they had already shared a common language and none of the others had spoke any tongues that Scurry didn't. But... she had always been so able to match each and every one of their skills, to equal anyone in the clan's best without any practice, any preparation.

For an instant, dozens upon dozens of overlapping kobolds' orgasmic cries rang in her ears, until a fraction of a second later Scurry forced herself to stop thinking about that and what it meant, and focus instead on the here and now. None of that mattered. How she could do all the things she was suddenly realising she could do didn't matter.

What mattered was that she wasn't helpless. She wasn't a liability.

She could help turn the tide of this battle, and when it was done and the wounded were tended to... she could still be alive to keep on cumming her brains out, long and hard enough to forget that some far greater magic was at work than just her ability to [i]speak[/i] to the creatures she fucked.

The gnoll warrior's helmet crumpled inward under the impact of the mace, seemingly so oversized within the kobold's grip and yet wielded with the strength and surety of someone who, like the warrior and his traitor of a cousin Asira, had been trained with such weapons virtually since they were able to walk. After that single thought regarding the kobold's eerie competency and seemingly impossible strength though, the warrior didn't think anything for quite some time.

When next a thought did cross his mind, it was regarding how much his head hurt. And his wrists. And his ankles. He sat bolt upright. Or rather, he tried to, and grunted in pain as the sturdy vine-weaved ropes hog-tying his wrists and ankles together behind his back were immediately pulled taut.

As best he could through his blurred and doubled vision, clouded with what felt like his own dried on blood caking the fur of his forehead and face, the warrior tried to look around. He saw other gnolls in dim light. Some shuffling and struggling, bound like him. Others motionless in their bondage. Others laid out unbound, but unmoving, almost all bearing some visible mortal wound. And of course, they were all his kin. His loyal kin. All members of the attacking force sent out to rid the forest gnolls of the traitorous threat to their rightful and glorious expansion.

He howled in rage. In anguish. In dismay.

They had lost.

How had they lost?!?

Some distance away, in what had been the central tent where they had first met Asira, now serving as a place to gather and care for the wounded, Kellen watched in wonder as Scurry calmly, expertly stitched together with silk thread the edges of a freshly cleaned wound, lined with a herbal paste to prevent infection. He was about to ask where she had learned that stitch, an unmistakably elven technique that he himself couldn't have done any better, when Asira approached holding a small bowl of green paste in one paw, her other arm in a sling after her shoulder had been temporarily dislocated during the battle.

"Before you close the wound, apply this. It will..."

She began to address Scurry, smiling at Kellen apologetically for not being able to address him in a language he understood. Her eyes widened however, and her voice trailed off as she leaned down over the kobold as she continued to sew the wound shut, and sniffed at the paste already present on the wound.

"Where did you get this?"

She asked Scurry with wonder in her voice. The kobold paused for just a moment, then kept stitching with a soft, almost weary chuckle.

"I made it. It smells right, right? I remember... or... I feel like I remember it having to start smelling just like that, so you know it's properly in balance with all its ingredients."

Asira nodded.

"Yes, it smells exactly as it should. But... I didn't know kobolds knew of this sort of forest medicine. I was always told it was a medicine known only to the gnolls of the forest, because of our prowess in battle and our need to remain strong even when injured. And, even among my people... my former people... it was a carefully guarded secret. Only I and a few others of my generation were taught the recipe by..."

She paused, furrowing her brow.

"That doesn't matter, though. What matters is you did the right thing. Again. Thank you, Scurry. Now, please, I must go see if there are others who require some."

Just like that, Asira moved on again, and as Scurry finished sewing up the wound, the gnoll whose flank she was tending to looked up at the kobold from where he was lying with a pained but sincerely grateful smile. He said something neither Scurry nor Kellen could understand, frowned when they looked at each other, then back at him apologetically, and beckoned Scurry forward towards his head as though he wished to whisper to her. When she approached through, rather than whisper, he gently lifted his hand on the uninjured side of his body, carefully cupped her cheek, and licked her affectionately on one side of her muzzle.

Scurry giggled. She pecked him on the tip of his nose in return, and murmured softly.

"You're welcome. I... don't suppose you understood that, huh?"

Kellen chuckled, but the gnoll just blinked. Scurry shrugged and stroked the gnoll's bare, fluffy chest for a moment with one of her small paws.

"Rest up and get well soon, okay? And maybe then, when you're up and on your feet again... well, maybe then we'll find a way for you to tell me thanks in words we both understand."

Even as she said those words, Scurry was pulling away from the still smiling gnoll, nodding encouragingly as he lay down flat and still to rest. She turned towards Kellen for a moment, nodded to him, then turned again to look around the rest of the wounded.

"I really, really want to cum right now."

Scurry murmured to the elf, who blushed, but couldn't help but laugh even in their current situation.

"You've been working non-stop for hours."

Kellen rose to his feet and stood beside the much shorter kobold, following as she began to walk towards another injured gnoll, a woman with several large, blood-stained bandages covering deep bite-marks upon both her forearms and one of her hands, its smallest digit missing and even more tightly wrapped up.

"You could take a quick break. Find an unoccupied tent, just for a couple of minutes."

The elf suggested, knowing better by now than to suggest that Scurry wait. She would work better, faster, less distracted, if she was able to indulge herself even briefly first.

Except this time, for the very first time since he had met Scurry, she shook her head. She smiled at him, a genuinely grateful smile, but shook her head anyway.

"No. We need to keep working. We need to help, I... I need to help where I can, now that I know I [i]can[/i] help. But, thank you, Kel. Just knowing that you'd let me... that you understand and [i]would[/i] let me if I really did need to? For now, that's enough. And later... when all this is over, and there's no-one else we can help here?"

The kobold reached out and gently stroked the brow of the badly bitten woman, gesturing at her bandages to indicate that she wanted to check the wounds beneath them, and smiling gratefully once more as the gnoll whined but nodded in understanding.

Scurry looked back over her shoulder at the elf, eyes shining with determination and resolve that almost, though not quite outmatched the desperate arousal which burned almost unceasingly at their amber cores.

"I'm gonna fuck you, and Asira, and any other gnoll here that will have me on their bedroll, and I'm gonna cum my brains out until I can spend a single moment not thinking about the pain and misery and suffering I've seen today. And then... then I'm gonna fuck you all some more just because I can, and..."

She paused for a moment, closing her eyes and sighing, then giggling. When her eyes opened again, she leaned forward and began to work on the gnoll's bandaged arms with medical knowledge that seemed somehow almost exactly as adept and familiar with gnoll biology as Asira's own. And as she did so, she murmured to Kellen one more time.

"...and after that, if we need a break, maybe... dammit. Maybe you can tell me more about that legend you mentioned. The Great Togetherness Maker or whatever the fuck you called it back then, Kel. Because... well, I dunno. Maybe I'm an idiot for even thinking about it. I just... yeah. I'd like to know more, if you'd be willing to tell me."

By Jeeves