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When you first graduate from the knight's academy, it's common knowledge that you're not allowed to choose your post for at least a few years. Graduates are doled out according to need, spread across the kingdom, and work until their first promotion, at which point they're allowed to relocate as they please and pursue more pleasant accommodations. It wasn't uncommon for your first post to be incredibly uncomfortable.

Of course, as one of the academy's top students, Brand knew all this. However, as he sat in a full suit of armor, guarding the entrance to a temple in the middle of the desert, he cursed his luck. Out of all the posts he could have gotten, his left him in a basin of scorching sand, surrounded by scalefolk. Rivers of sweat pooled beneath his backside, soaking through his scant underclothes, and every movement threatened to sear his skin against hot metal. His only saving grace was the cooling touch of night, but even that was a challenge, turning his sweat-moistened skin into a ticking clock that urged him to hurry home, lest the poor human freeze to death.

By the time his first watch ended, allowing him a few days' break, Brand felt as though his skin would melt. Days of cooking in an oven of his juices left him ripe and stinking, and even freshly cleaned clothes couldn't shake the smell wafting from his underarms. Worse still, as he wandered the streets, there didn't appear to be any access to baths or even an oasis to cool his steaming skin within.

Leaning against a wall underneath a canopy that offered the only shade for what seemed like miles, Brand swept back his sweat-drenched hair, tying it behind his head and watching as droplets steamed on the sandy cobblestones below, dripping from his forehead. He'd long since given up on keeping himself tidy, but he'd kill for a cool drink to cool himself. Approaching one of the bars wasn't much of an option because he couldn't speak the local dialect, and wasting his paltry salary on some foul delicacy didn't appeal to him.

Lost in thought and fanning his face absently as he stared across the wavy street, watching bustling crowds go about their daily lives, Brand pondered returning home in disgrace. Perhaps one of his uncles could find him a cushy job working as a merchant, and hell, at this point, he wouldn't mind mucking out a stable as long as there was a roof over his head. Even selling his body seemed preferable to cooking himself alive.

"Hello?" A small voice broke through Brand's thought, turning his head to a beaming mouth full of sharp teeth and a swishing reptilian tail. A kobold stared at him with twinkling green eyes, its iridescent blue scales catching the light as it tugged at his shirt. "Need to relax? Good price! Shady place!"

With a reputation for hoarding shiny things and an adorable face that hid shady business practices, kobolds' reputation among the knights wasn't stellar. Brand was desperate for some ounce of comfort among the burning sands and willing to believe anything. Perhaps there was a sleazy bar he could relax in, and this creature was one of its promoters? Even being robbed would be fine if the location didn't give him sunburn.

"Yes, that sounds very pleasant," Brand said, crossing his arms in front of him and opening one of the buttons on his sweat-soaked shirt, his nose balking at the wafting odor it unleashed. "Please, lead the way."

"Yes, yes!" The kobold's smile widened as its smooth-scaled hands grabbed Brand's, pulling him further into the dark alleys and away from the street. "Cheap price! You like!" He reiterated, tugging as hard as his paws would let him.

Through a small maze of alleyways, the kobold dragged Brand, stopping once they stood in front of an imposing door. Brand's escort said something Brand couldn't understand, then beckoned him into the yawning darkness after the door swung open, his rag-covered body swallowed by the rush of cool air but close enough that Brand could still see the vague outline of him.

As Brand's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he raised an eyebrow. The place smelled sweet, like some desert flower, and a cool breeze wafted through it, caressing Brand's skin and cooling his tanned, almost burned complexion. Had he finally found a bathhouse? His guard slipped even further as he let his guide lead him into heavenly comfort, sagging forward as his body instantly relaxed.

"Sit! Relax! I help!" The kobold closed the door behind them once they reached their destination, pointing at a strange stone seat with room between each leg and a clear indent for a human body and patting Brand's ass to urge him toward it. "You like! Santh promise!"

Shrugging, Brand took a seat, too lulled by the atmosphere to protest and exhausted from the oppressive heat to stand. It didn't matter what service the kobold offered as long as it allowed him to stay in this gloomy paradise. Despite the seat's spread legs, it was comfortable, allowing Brand's sagging manhood to breathe without the sweaty slickness of his thighs crowding it.

As Brand closed his eyes, he listened to the soft patter of clawed feet on stone, only opening his eyes once he felt a tug on his belt. Dammit, was the little sneak going to try something now that he was comfortable? Maybe if he threw his coin purse at Santh, he'd be able to nap while the duplicitous reptile counted its spoils.

Strangely though, those paws didn't move to Brand's side. Instead, they unbuckled the leather, then tugged at his pants, revealing his manhood before he could grab them and attempt to prevent his shame. He hadn't bathed in weeks, but the kobold seemed unperturbed by the heavy musk, following the curve of muscled legs until he could tug shoes and pants off.

As Brand's eyes opened, he squirmed, watching those soft scaled paws weigh his manhood, peeling back his foreskin and inspecting the greasy skin beneath it. Without access to water, the rim of his head grew thick with musk and oil, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't keep it clean.

Before Brand could stop him, Sath leaned in, his nostrils flaring as he pressed his muzzle against the sweaty length, slowly breathing as though savoring every second. With half-lidded eyes, he licked his lips, nuzzling against the hardening tip. "I clean? Go slow. Feel nice." He asked, his broken Common getting across his point well enough.

Fuck. Brand never considered laying with another man, but he couldn't deny the care and desire the kobold showed for his manhood. Even the most experienced whore would demand he cleanse himself in a washbasin before she'd touch him, yet here Santh was, huffing his filthy cock as though he couldn't get enough. Nodding his head, he watched the kobold's expression light up.

Silken softness caressed the head, following the slit, circling the rim, cleaning with care, then swallowing the mouthful of tainted saliva without complaint. Kissing and licking every inch, he explored every fold of Brand's foreskin, wetness rolling down the shaft to slicken his stroking paw. Pausing to huff Brand's scent, his flaring nostrils sending a cool breeze across the moistened length, he worshipped at the altar of Brand's masculinity, smearing the thin trail of arousal over his face like a whorish sheen of lipstick.

"Spread. Clean more." Santh purred, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of Brand's cock, then trailing his tongue over the human's inner thigh, pushing at his legs insistently. His short stature and the seat's height let him kneel comfortably between Brand's legs, his ridged koboldhood showing itself as he settled in, only to disappear into the gloom below as his Brand's shaft eclipsed his face.

As Brand followed the kobold's instructions, he broke his composure, moaning appreciatively. The moment his legs spread wide, that talented tongue nuzzled into his sack, curling around one sagging orb and slathering it in sticky saliva. Soft, slippery sounds filled the air as that careful muzzle enveloped its prize, suckling and polishing sweaty, unwashed skin.

A lusty haze settled over Brand as he spread his legs wider, enduring the long, wet licks to the underside of his balls and the snuffling snorts that dragged deep breaths into the kobold's greedy lungs. Working his way lower, he coated Brand's ass in a thick layer of drool, then dove between his spread cheeks before the blissed-out human could react, his tongue mercilessly thrashing Brand's hole.

Eyes nearly crossing from the intense sensation, Brand squirmed, his dick flopping against the open air. He wanted to protest, to push Santh away, gather his wits and leave, but it felt so good. Before he knew it, he bore down, accepting the kobold's sloppy tonguing with a guttural moan and nearly releasing weeks of pent-up seed to mess the floor below.

Too soon, Santh returned from his trip beneath Brand's body, licking his shiny, sweat-slick muzzle with a self-assured expression. With a wide grin, he hovered over Brand's cock, talented tongue sticking from soft scaled lips. "Eight copper shinies. Drink all." Showing his true colors, he extorted his price, holding Brand's orgasm hostage and holding one hand out like a beggar awaiting alms.

Fuck. Santh wasn't lying about the price. It WAS cheap. Shaking with a pent-up desire to blow his load all over that smug expression, Brand awkwardly dug into his shirt pocket, grabbing a handful of pocket change without a care for how much it might be and pressing it into Santh's greedy paw. He'd more than earned it, and at this point, Brand would pay much more to rid himself of the desire sagging his balls.

"Big tip!" Santh said with wide eyes as he looked over his palm full of shiny coins, hurriedly stowing them in the pile of his clothes, then throwing himself between Brand's legs and opening his maw wide, swallowing the human's cock to the root. Closing his eyes with a self-satisfied noise, he bobbed his head, his sloppy efforts unleashing a litany of ungentlemanly noises to echo around the chamber as silken heat swallowed every inch.

Covering his face in his hands, Brand moaned and squirmed, desperately thrusting against that voracious muzzle. He'd never experienced such a desperate attempt to finish him off, and his cock approved of every stroke, bouncing against every stroke of that dextrous tongue and throbbing wildly on each dive of that slick mouth. Like a rising tide, he could feel his orgasm approaching, threatening to drown the kobold in his desire, and he had no desire to dam its rush.

Burying his face between Brand's legs as soon as that first shot hit the back of his throat, Santh nuzzled into Brand's pubic hair like a calf at its mother's teat; his eyes closed and a serene expression on his face. Slow swallows took every gooey shot, filling his stomach with Brand's seed, and gentle paws kneaded his balls, coaxing more to feed his hungry maw. By the time he finished, Brand could swear that the Santh sucked a few inches from his balls, leaving them shriveled and sated, while his bare stomach swelled with evidence of his meal, bulging its scales.

Gentle but insistent, the kobold followed Brand's cock as it softened, gracing every inch of it with tender licks, then pressing a kiss to its crown and licking his lips of a lewd sheen, staring up at the human as he cleaned the mess that spilled from his lips with long laps. Once every drop disappeared down his throat, he sat back with a small burp, his smaller koboldhood dripping with evidence of his fun. After catching his breath, he stood, leaning forward and tugging at Brand's shirt. "Take off. Not done."

About to protest, Brand remembered the sensations the kobold subjected him to, a blush coloring his face as he slipped the sweat-stained shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. He was past the point of no return, and at this point, he was already contemplating being a return customer. There was no point in attempting to maintain modesty.

Showing a surprising amount of agility for his size, Santh hopped from the floor to Brand's lap, straddling his spread legs and perching on his softened cock. With the critical eye of a connoisseur, he squeezed and prodded at the muscles Brand spent months cultivating, lingering on each touch as if appreciating them. A vial appeared in one of his hands, grabbed from the gloom behind Brand, and sharp teeth leveled the cork from it, unleashing a sweet, flowery scent as he trickled it over Brand's chest, matting his curly chestnut hair.

"Big muscle. Make shiny. Smell nice." He purred as he pressed his face between Brand's pecs, smearing the scented oil over his unwashed body and leaving behind a fresher scent. Tongue clenched between his teeth, he sought every nook and cranny, massaging hardened muscles into relaxation while his smooth rear teased at Brand's cock, the puffy pucker between his cheeks grinding against Brand's still weeping tip.

"Is it always like this?" Eyes drifting half closed as the kobold indulged his perverted desire, burying his face in Brand's underarms and groping his muscles. Brand surrendered himself, the relief of afterglow soothing any disgust he might have felt at Santh's blatant scent fixation. It was a bit flattering, honestly. No maiden ever wanted to bathe in his scent this thoroughly.

"Santh best! Many shinies. Good job!" Beaming as he used both arms to polish Brand's arm, Santh scooted back, freeing the awakening shaft from his grinding cheeks as he set to work on Brand's thighs, his tail flagging to show off the silky button beneath it as he worked his way down the human's legs.

Unable to resist that unintentionally erotic sight, Brand swallowed, reaching out to spread Santh's cheeks and marveling at exactly how soft something covered in metallic scales could be. Rolling his finger against the kobold's entrance, he contemplated his throbbing cock, debating an ambush before deciding to be a gentleman. "Have you ever- received?" He started, unsure how to ask without sounding coarse.

"Santh best! Take all!" Came that cheery reply, followed by a wiggle of that soft rump. "Santh pro-" Struggling with the word, he looked frustrated for a moment, then pushed through, looking proud of himself. "Professional!" As if to demonstrate, he maneuvered himself backward until Brand's cock slipped back between his cheeks, nuzzling up against that puffy button. "Take all. Feel good."

Settling his hands on the kobold's thighs, Brand focused on the sweet sight of his cockhead popping past the kobold's silken entrance, the tightness beyond welcoming him like a slick silken fist that quivered with every inch that disappeared into it. It was tighter than any cunt he'd ever experienced, and the soft wreath of scaly cheeks provided an exotic experience he doubted he'd ever forget. Thanking his lucky stars, he grunted, sheathing himself to the hilt, impressed at the resilience of the small hole.

"Hard. Fast. No stop." Broken Common babbled from the kobold's maw as he surrendered to Brand's hands, wriggling his rump and bracing himself against slickened thighs. Tongue dripping, he looked like he was enjoying himself as much as Brand, panting every breath as his cock spit its approval to the floor below.

Tentative at first, Brand quickly succumbed to the instinct to slam himself to the root, leaning his head back and working the kobold's compact body up and down his cock like a toy made specifically for his cock. The sweet, cloying scent of oil mixed with the musk of sex settled into a heady haze in his head, and soon enough, he felt another orgasm rising, his already sensitive cock screaming its desire in heavy throbs.

"Give. Need. All." Actively bouncing on Brand's cock to meet every thrust, Santh panted like a bitch in heat, clenching as he begged for Brand's finish, his hole gripping so tightly that Brand worried he'd drag the kobold's insides out with each plunge.

Finally, thrusting hard enough that he saw stars, Brand buried himself to the hilt, his cock fountaining within heated insides until there was nothing left to give. Fingers digging into the kobold's hips, he flopped back against the peculiar stone seat, shuddering as the vicelike hole kept his manhood as its hostage, too sensitive to withdraw.

"Half price. Clean tomorrow." Purred the satisfied kobold, patting Brand's thigh and cradling his stomach.