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Inside the coziness of the inn's common room is the even more cozy situation of a private bedroom. It's quite a luxury for anyone to take. For a traveling dancer whose performances are wildly appreciated, it is a luxury that Snaklu can afford.

Snalu leads his client to the bed and motions for the adventurer to sit. “Please, make yourself comfortable. The show shall begin shortly."

When the adventurer kicks off his shoes and shuffles out of his shirt, Snaklu giggles, twirling around, his hands up high, his hips swaying. “Already, you seek the intimacy of skin-to-scale contact, but there's so much to enjoy beforehand." He slips the sash from his hip, his hands up high in the air, rolling his hips and stomach hypnotic. He tosses the scarf, and it flutters toward the adventurer, who catches it and drapes it over his shoulders.

Snaklu titters, hopping up on the bedside chair, swinging one leg out and onto the bed while placing a hand on his thigh and sliding it up his side, fingers hooking the side, and lifting the top up and off of him.

He tumbles onto the bed, crawling up between the adventurer's legs, his eyes narrowed and fluttering, his mouth opening, and his tongue, oh his tongue, rolling out, on and on. He tilts his head back, and that long, wet thing reaches down to his collar, nestling between his bones.

The man clasps the cloth around his neck, gasping, and the kobold slips his hands down, removing the adventurer's pants, freeing his already throbbing hard monster, and letting that tongue of his get to work.

It wraps around that pole with grace, slipping and dancing around it like a miniature dancer, flicking at the tip, teasing at the hole, and sliding back down.

The dance serves a purpose—it slicks up the adventurer. It makes him ready, and Snaklu shows that he, too, is prepared by whirling around, his tail raised high, his butt wiggling.

The adventurer reaches forward and yanks the leggings down, exposing that kobold rear to him, showing off that kobold hole, ready for more.

“Come on," says Snaklu, glancing over his shoulder, fluttering his eyes. “You didn't pay me just so I could tease you, did you?"

The adventurer pushes himself up, pulling the scarf off his neck and wrapping it around Snaklu's stomach. The kobold yelps as he's pulled back, his butt pressing up against that waiting shaft and his tail slapping against the taller man's chest.

There's no waiting before the man pushes himself in, filling the kobold and spreading him out. And like a true professional, Snaklu takes it, his body spreading, his stomach bulging.

With the strength of the human pulling him, Snaklu is lifted, pressed his back against his tail and his tail against the man's chest; he gasps and rolls his eyes, his head leaning back and his horns hooked over the adventurer's shoulders. He groans as the man rocks into him, bulging out his stomach with his kobold anatomy, his length already out in full force, twitching and ready. It sprinkles with pre as the kobold bounces on that man's cock, Snaklu's toes digging into the mattress, his hands moving up to hold onto the adventurer's arms and get any support that he can.

The adventurer is ravenous, bouncing up and squeaking the bed. The whole time, through this insatiable fucking, Snaklu bounces on him, their bodies rubbing together, flesh and scale, a smile forming on Snaklu's face as he rolls his hips and works into a dance, turning this primal situation into one of passion and desire.

The adventurer loses his grip on the sash, and it falls to Snaklu's hips. The waving dance of the kobold makes it bounce and slide over his thighs and down onto the mattress in a little pile.

So much intimacy is passed between the two of them—an anonymous adventurer and a professional prostitute, and yet, in this homey environment, that is all that is needed for the man to groan into the kobold's ear, thrusting up into him one last time, and releasing.

Snaklu grits his teeth, his whole body seizing up as he feels spurt upon spurt of human cum shooting up into him. He cries out in a high-pitched, almost feminine voice as his wand erupts, sending ropes of his kobold cum all over the bed and onto the pants of his companion.

When the man finally finished, he slumped back, falling onto the bed, pulling the kobold. The consummation is complete. Snaklu wraps his tail around his companion and holds him close, tapping the man's hand and snuggling up against him. “Well, I certainly hope that was worth the money," the kobold purrs.

By the sounds of the snores coming from the adventurer, it was indeed a job well done.

—

By the time the adventurer awakens, there is no more sign of his little companion. He gladly paid for a meal and looked around the room, only to be interrupted by the bartender's thoughts.

“If you're lookin' for Snaklu, he's no longer here. He left in the night like most kobolds do."

When traveling, it isn't only the tall ones that do so; when the night calls, the nocturnal creatures slip out. Some of the later drinkers would watch Snaklu slip out of the bedroom, slipping back on the last of his garments and weaving his way through the crowd. If no one had seen him go in with a stranger, they would be none-the-wiser at his state of insemination, but he knows full well that he has a belly full of cum and a pouch full of coin.

And to a worker like this kobold, that is home, very much indeed!