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Under reasonable circumstances Jack thought of himself as a well-tempered and easy-going man. Today's circumstances didn't meet those standards. A serious jones for nicotine only made him angrier and now some sub-humanoid had stolen his spot, his one port in the storm. The shade kept the heat off the car, but it also made it hard to see from outside the parking lot. The tires bit the parking stop, jostling the entire car and his body along with it. He'd been too busy looking at the black and white squad car. The seatbelt buckle didn't even have time to retract before he was out and running up the steps.

A tired looking police officer stood outside his door, speaking to one of the other tenants. It looked like Ex-Junkie Country Music Bitch from 3B. Or was that the one always wore the wolf shirt two sizes too small? Maybe it was Fat Busybody from 2A downstairs, the one who always shrieked at the kids when they played too close to her precious door that no one knocked at, ever. The tenant pointed in his direction and the cop turned about, spotted.

“Something the matter?" Jack asked, in between huffing and puffing.

The officer gestured to his door. “This is your apartment?"

“Yeah, something wrong?"

“We got a call, said they heard a lot of yelling and thumping around from downstairs."

A deep pit opened and his stomach fell in, curing his craving in an instant. Still, he felt a bit relieved that the cops had taken their sweet time. “Oh yeah…there was a bit of an accident." The officer looked at him over his shades and the pit became a chasm, threatening to devour his entire being.

“I mean my girlfriend and I were working on something and I kind of…" he trailed off and gestured to the stitches on his arm, hoping to add some weight to his lies.

“Man. What in the world were you doing?" The officer gave him a look of pity with a hint of disbelief.

“Trying to fix something up, ripped it open on an exposed nail." It sounded good at the doctor's office anyhow. “She got a bit hysterical, a lot of blood and hustling about in pain." He flashed a nervous smile.

So tired of this crap. Would it honestly matter if people knew? What's he going to do? Arrest me? That's exactly what he'll do if he gets the wrong idea, any number of wrong ideas. And a kobold hanging around in my apartment won't help and even if he doesn't bust me the landlord is sure to find out and…

“I'll bet, is she here?" The officer motioned to his door and shifted from side to side, keeping an eye on him.

“No. I mean, no she isn't here. I told her to go home." Jack dipped into his pocket for his keys, years of training made the officer flinch; his hand glided towards his side instinctively. Jack was cool as a cucumber in the middle of Death Valley on the hottest day of the year.

“She doesn't live with you then?" the cop asked.

He pushed the key into the lock, but it refused to open. “Uhh, no, she only stays over, sometimes." Jack wrenched harder and then he noticed the key was upside down. All the while those mirrored shades kept peering into him. He flipped the key over and gave a quick turn. The door opened, leaving some dry, flaking paint on his hand.

“Looks like someone's here." The officer said, lingering at the doorway, peering in as much as he could. He gestured to the TV, still paused on a session of Street Fighter, controllers strewn across the floor.

“Well, she was just here, but she left. I mean…" He really didn't have anything against cops, but this guy felt like the “guilty until proven innocent" type and Jack did everything he could to hang a sign over his head that said “Please find probable cause!"

And then the officer noticed the stains on the carpet. “I take it this is the blood you mentioned?"

“Yeah, that's gonna be a mother to take out, heh."

“Can I look around?"

“Umm, sure," Jack said reflexively. Now he'd opened the floodgates.

“I left quite a mess." He laughed nervously while the officer stepped inside. It looked like the makings of a murder scene, blood trailed across the tile and carpet, things scattered on the floor. He opened his mouth to shove his foot in it again when someone interrupted.

“Jack? Is that you dear? I'm in here!" He did a double take.

Lys? What the hell is she thinking?

Both men turned to look at the bedroom door, the cop raised an eyebrow. Jack shrugged and put on his best confused face which wasn't too hard at this point. He swallowed hard and opened the door, the sound of rushing water from the bathroom greeted his ears. With nowhere else to go he went over. “Lys? What are you doing here? I thought you went home," he said with a deep, hinting inflection.

He could feel the moisture creeping through the door, tiny droplets started forming on the cheap wallpaper just above the frame, threatening to peel it even further. “I decided to wait here for you. I wanted to wash up before we cleaned up the mess," the kobold shouted from behind the door.

“There's uhh, an officer who wants to speak to you, just making sure everything is okay."

“Lys—I mean, I'm fine, but kind of busy at the moment." She forced a laugh. “Can he come back later?" Her voice rang loud, almost obnoxiously so. Jack turned to face the cop who was already half-way in the bedroom. Jack gave him a smug smile.

The mirrored shades reflected his dumb grin back at him. “Alright then, just making sure everything was okay. Have a nice evening." With that he nodded and made his way out. Jack trailed after him, giving him a slight wave before closing the front door. He stood there watching his hands shake.

“Jack?" Lys called from the bathroom, snapping him out of it. He went back into the bedroom and knocked at the door.

“Can I come in, 'dear'?"

Laughter came from the other side of the door. “Like you need to ask." A cloud of steam buffeted his face with Lys standing in the middle of it, teeth flashing in a grin. “How did I do?"

“You did great, but how?"

“I was listening at the door when you came in. I can be very quiet."

“Good thing too. You saved my ass."

Her grin turned predatory; steam billowed out of the shower giving her scales an emerald shine. “Jack has a pretty nice ass to save. Maybe we can clean up?" She tapped his leg a few times with the tip of her claw, her tail brush against his ankle. A bit of not-so-clean fun sounded like just the thing and the shower looked so inviting after the long day, but then his arm tingled.

“I can't get this wet." He hoisted it for emphasis. The kobold's tail drooped, her smile died as she looked at the stitches and a low groaning noise came out her maw.

“I still can't believe I did that." She turned the water off, shaking her head all the while.

Jack felt like a heel for being angry earlier. He couldn't handle how upset she looked, sometimes he wondered if she used it against him. “Why don't we just call it even. An arm for an ass."

Her maw crept into a smile again. “Shouldn't laugh, was a big cut and there's still blood."

“I'll live." Jack brushed his hand against her face, still slick with moisture.

“Lys doesn't like this trade. Jack's ass must be worth more than that." She gave him a lick across the face, sending waves of warmth through his body. He could write on the virtues of having a kobold lover for the rest of his days. Feeling her slick tongue swipe across his cheek was better than any kiss he'd ever received.

“Let's negotiate then," he whispered. Lys gasped in surprise as Jack lifted her up into his arms and went back into the bedroom. The two of them looked into each other's eyes for a moment.

“What do you want to do?" she asked suggestively.

“You."

Lys gave him a light tap on the face. “I know, but how?"

“Are you saying you can't think of something creative? You're the one with the non-standard features. The tail, the horns—"

“The claws," she finished, poking him in the chest.

“Yeah…don't I know it." Jack laid her down on the bed and thought of that pet iguana of his again. It'd always liked him; reptiles liked him. The garter snakes he used to rescue from his mom's shovel were always slow to leave his hand, probably a sign. His musing ended when he felt tugging at his waist. He looked down to see Lys unraveling his belt.

“Eager, aren't you? Should probably get my shoes first."

She gave it a hard pull. “Don't tell Lys how to do things. I fixed Jack's cords. I know what to do." His jeans loosened and with it all the day's tension. Lys nodded to herself and freed his belt from the last loop, giving it one final yank. “Sit, give me your feet." Lys motioned to him and Jack let himself fall onto the bed, bouncing her up a few inches. “Hey, be careful!"

He lifted his legs up and laid them across her own, twiddling his shoes at her. Once white, now they were grey with age and dirt. The soles were in the middle of an extended breakup with the rest of the shoe. “These things are nasty." Lys scrunched up her snout in disgust.

“Hey, I like these shoes. We've had some great times together."

“Looks more like you had a great life together. Look at these, I bet Jack's feet hurt."

“What would you know about it? You don't wear shoes."

She paused to glare at him, flicking her tongue out several times. “I know that humans really care a lot about shoes, too much."

He let them drop off his feet, a moment later she gagged. “Your feet smell terrible," she said through her claws, already covering her snout in a grand performance of overreacting. He always used odor eaters, almost always.

“I guess this means no foot massage?" He wiggled his socks in her face.

Lys let out a loud shriek and shoved them away. “No! You can take those nasty things off yourself. Lys doesn't really know how to hidepress feet, or footpress, whatever. Besides, probably just cut Jack's toes off."

He tossed his socks like they were live grenades. The open air touched his feet and they breathed for the first time in hours. The ache in his toes faded as he worked them with his hands, maybe he did need new shoes. He glanced over to comment, but Lys looked troubled.

“Does Jack feel safe around me?" she asked.

“Maybe." The word slipped out before he could catch it.

Her tail flopped against the bed. “Maybe? I was hoping for a little more encouragement." The truth was he still knew so little about her, this person he'd already fallen hopelessly in love with. Perhaps bad tempers were a common thing among kobolds, or maybe she just hated losing at Street Fighter. The only thing he truly knew was that she was the one, but staying in one piece felt paramount to having a long and healthy relationship.

“Well, look at it this way, at least you didn't slice my belly open and start eating my guts." He watched the corners of her maw twitch, desperately trying not to smile.

“Lys is saving those for later." She shoved him playfully. “Why do you always have to joke?"

“Because it helps diffuse awkward situations like when someone slashes your arm open with their claw over a video game and you have to go to the hospital for stitches."

Lys froze, looking like she'd just had the wind knocked out of her. The kobold's head dropped between her shoulders and her eyes moistened. Jack reached out and brushed her arm. “Now isn't joking so much better?" he asked in the warmest tone he could muster.

“Sometimes." She fell into his embrace, nuzzling against his chest a few times and breathing in his scent.

“It'll heal. I get a new scar I can make up stories about and you get a lesson in anger management." One of his hands wandered under her shirt and started gliding up and down her back, slowly.

“That's one way of putting it." She didn't sound convinced, but she looked relieved, closing her eyes slowly to the sensation of him rubbing her back. Without warning he slipped around to her belly.

“Hey!" She jolted, gripping down on his arm. The points of her claws prodded his skin and she whipped her hands away. “This isn't going to work."

“Maybe you can trim them?" Jack asked.

“Maybe Jack can grow scales. I never had to worry about poking holes in a squishy mate before."

He leaned over and kissed her on the head. “You never had to worry about any mate before."

She looked down at her claws. “No, It's all new. Newer than new. I can only trim them so much, they're not like Jack's claws."

“Fingernails."

“Why do humans always have to have not-names for things? Fingernails instead of claws, massage instead of hidepressing."

Jack placed a hand beneath her maw, lifting her up until she was snout to nose. “We just do. Now I believe you were in the middle of something?" he asked with more than a hint of suggestion. Lys smiled and gripped his shirt, prying it over his head (with a bit of help). The coolness washed over his bare skin. She laid her scaly hand on his chest and started rubbing back and forth. A dreamy look came over her while her hand continued in slow, circular motions.

“What's with you? It's just hair."

Lys only acknowledged him after he cleared his throat. “I can't help it. It's one of the nicer things about humans. I like how it makes you look." She spread her fingers out over his chest before she pulled her hand away. “And I like how it feels. Sometimes Lys wishes she had hair." She giggled.

“Now I know what to get you for Christmas."

“Hmph, wouldn't be the same." Her tail whipped back and forth in fine motion, speeding up in random fits. The reptilian slits of her golden eyes darted up and down, taking him in. She looked like a dragon admiring her horde (at least from the fantasy books he'd read). Her red tongue flicked out a few times, running along the edges of her scaly lips, revealing her sharp teeth. All of it made him feel more like prey than a mate. It took little effort to visualize her dressed in black leather. Perhaps holding a whip, barking orders at him.

“What is Jack grinning for?"

“Ehh, nothing. Are you done then? Just wanted to see my rippling muscles?"

“What muscles?"

Ouch.

Lys knelt down and started tugging at his jeans. While she pulled Jack stealthily leaned backwards, putting all the weight on his rear. She tugged harder, grunts and curses coming out of her mouth.

“Having problems?"

“Grrr…" she gave it one more yank just as Jack lifted himself up off the bed. She tumbled backwards onto her tail, jeans in claws. “Yeah, Lys has problems. You're an asshole is my problem."

“I love it when you talk dirty."

Lys vaulted to her feet in an impressive display of acrobatics and glowered. For someone who'd just gone to the hospital for stitches he was showing a great lack of caution. “Does Jack want to mate or be an asshole?"

“Can't I do both?"

That long tail of hers thwacked the edge of the bed, making him inch back. “No!"

“Alright, I was just fooling around." Jack motioned to her with his open arms in a sign of peace. She stood there, arms folded, trying to stay angry, but she couldn't resist. His hands slithered around the edges of her shirt. The Stormtroopers of Death “Speak English or Die" tee looked so cute on her even if it was a repro. The fabric whispered quietly as he lifted it over her arms, expertly dodging her horns. Jack watched it fall to the floor before moving on, hooking his thumbs into the sides of her shorts. Lys placed her claws around his wrists, guiding his hands down, stopping above her knees. Jack felt her hands let go and he followed, letting the garment drop to her ankles. Before he could suggest anything, she gripped him about his shoulders and pressed her scaly muzzle to his lips in a small kiss.

Jack retaliated with a slightly longer kiss and then the two started battling it out, dodging and exchanging smooches. He started gaining the upper hand, kissing alongside her mouth several times and on the nose. Ly fought dirty, lapping at his face and anywhere else she could reach, but he avoided most of the tongue lashes like a pro boxer, ducking and swerving as flecks of spittle hit his cheeks.

“Lys'll get you!" She started laughing, giving him time to kiss her on the nose again and then square on the eyelid.

“Hey," she squealed, closing them just in time.

“I win," Jack said in a childish tone.

The kobold eased back, watching him gloat, he opened his mouth to add a smart remark, she lunged.

“Mmmm!" Her slick, soft tongue glided right into his mouth like she owned it, cooler than his own and with a faint, acidic taste, almost sour. Her head tilted sideways just a bit as she twirled and twisted about, laying claim while jets of hot breath brushed over his unkempt hair. His cheeks grew moist under her heavy panting, the leather-earthy smell of her hide mixed with her breath, a scent he'd started to appreciate.

Lys pushed along the insides of his cheeks, marking every part of his mouth with her taste. The corners of her maw lifted as he looked into her eyes. When it came to kissing, she would always be his superior, but Jack still had a few tricks up his sleeve. Without warning he closed his lips around her tongue and began sucking it in. The muffled yelp of surprise made him grin around her scaly muzzle.

The shock in her golden gaze turned to amusement. Her tongue went slack, making it easier for him as she ran her claws through his sweaty hair. The kobold closed her eyes in deep satisfaction, touching, grasping, and ruffling it over and over like it were priceless mink. A shiver ran down his spine and he gave in, suckling the reptilian tongue while it coiled up in his mouth like a creature in its nest. The small part of him not burning with lust pondered just how far she could stretch that thing and some very kinky thoughts crossed his mind.

Lys brought her hand down, caressing his five o'clock shadow. Soft moans reached his ears in between the squishing and smacking of his mouth. She seemed to sense his thoughts, drawing back her tongue and then pushing it forward again, rubbing past his lips with a constant, slippery pressure. It became a game, he pursed his lips around her, trying to stop her from moving, but he had no hope against her muscular tongue unless he wanted to bite down and that was another game he'd lose, badly.

Unable to contain himself, he let his hands travel down her back, caressing her scaly hide until he found purchase of her muscular, curvy rear. The thin layer of fat coating her tight muscle felt too good to resist. He'd intended to massage her, but his good intentions were paved over in growing desire and his fingers went their own way, pinching her.

“Mmm!" She jolted forward and the lack of foresight on his part became all too clear as he felt something tickle his uvula. Her tongue, peaceful and resting in the confines of his mouth only a moment ago jolted half way down his throat like a rabbit diving into a burrow. In the seconds that followed he found himself enjoying the strange sensation of her flicking about his insides, tickling the walls of his throat, lasting just long enough to make him want more. However, a growing urge to gag cut his fantasy short.

The kobold made a muffled yelp as he coughed around her tongue several times. Tears blurred his vision and the fullness he felt a scant thought ago changed to a tingling emptiness. Lys drew back, claws over her muzzle. “Are you okay?"

Several deep gasps for air came as the only reply. He raised a finger, motioning for her to wait and then he coughed again.

“Why did you do that?" she asked, rubbing her backside.

He wiped the tears out of his eyes. “I thought you'd like it. Did you have to deep throat me with your tongue?"

“I thought you'd like it," she said mockingly. “And it looks like you did." She pointed at his tenting boxers.

He didn't look. “Okay fine, it was hot, but you could warn me next time."

“You could not pinch me next time."

“Better start working on my gag reflex," he muttered under his breath.

“Ehh? Whatever, I want to try something else now."

His hair stood on end. “What?"

She laid her claws atop his legs, eyeing between them. “Last time you slit me and it was great."

He did a double take. “I did what now?"

“You know, slitting? You stuck your tongue in…is Jack okay? Very red." She cocked her head and leaned forward with a look of concern.

Jack shifted about like a naughty child. “I think you mean I ate you out," he mumbled. He recalled all the nasty things he'd said and done for his exes to spice things up during sex, anything to make it better while it lasted. Especially with girls he had no intention of calling back (or vice versa), but he might as well be talking to his grandma when it came to discussing sex with Lys. Never mind she'd just rammed her tongue down his throat.

The kobold licked her lips, casting sideways glances at his package. “Ok fine, I want to 'eat' Jack out then."

“That's what I'm afraid of…"

She narrowed her eyes. “Hmm?"

“You really can't eat me out because I have a dick and I'd like it to stay in one piece."

The kobold smirked. “Dick? Never heard that one, is that what humans call it?"

His cheeks felt warm. “Humans call it all kinds of things."

Lys giggled, still giving him lustful looks. “How many names do humans have for it?"

“Let's just stick with dick for now." Jack sucked in a deep breath. “Look, Lys, I just think—"

Her gaze hardened. “You really seem to like Lys's tongue in your mouth so why not on your…dick?" She looked quite enthused by the idea and then she pointed at his member. “You're afraid I'm going to bite it off."

He could only imagine how that tongue would feel (and had several times). His arm began to itch. “I don't think you're going to bite it off, but if something goes wrong it's not like getting a few stitches."

“Nothing will go wrong. Does Jack trust me or not?"

“What if you sneeze?"

She pressed down and looked him dead in the eye. “Does Jack trust me or not?"

He didn't answer right away, this wasn't a blowie anymore; she'd turned it into a relationship issue. The thin film of sweat coating his face did nothing to cool him off, his heart thumped like he'd just ran a marathon. He wanted this, he needed this. Thoughts of what he'd tell the doctors in the ER filled his head, another exposed nail perhaps.

“Yes."

Lys chittered and licked him across the mouth. “Then stop worrying." It felt reassuring. “Jack will be fine, Lys will be fine, and Jack's dick will be fine." She patted him on the cheek and then went for his boxers with that predatory look in her eye.

Do all kobolds have this kind of sex drive or did I just luck out?

The open air touched his exposed stuff, making him feel vulnerable. Jack watched her claws getting closer to his shaft, too late to say no even if he wanted to. She closed her claw around him.

“Uhh." He flinched; Lys let go.

“W-what's wrong?"

“Nothing, just nerves."

“You're such a hatchling." She grabbed him again, a bit too tight. “It's pretty warm." Lys gave it a few experimental, painful strokes.

“Ease up, you're crushing it," he groaned.

“Sorry." Her palms felt smooth like her underbelly, not quite soft, but not firm. She moved and down a few more times in a disorganized rhythm, but her inexperience hardly mattered. Her touch lit him up and the sight of his scaly little lover, eye ridges furrowed with determination, tail flitting back as she stroked set him on fire. “Am I doing it right?"

Jack managed a nod. Her palm felt smooth, yes, but the edges of her hand were rough, creating an odd, stimulating touch every time she pumped him. A harsh rubbing lasting just long enough to be uncomfortable followed by her cool, gentle hand. Lys went back at it, looking pleased with herself. Up and down, that scaly claw worked him over. His breathing grew sporadic, his hips begged him to thrust, and then she stopped again to examine her claws, now slick with something.

“This is normal, right?" The kobold flashed her hands at him.

He blinked in bewildered disbelief. “Huh?! Of course it's normal." Of all the time to need to give a biology lesson. “It's—"

Her eyes widened. “Wait, Lys gets it. Was dumb question."

“Yeah, it was," he barked.

She wriggled her claws at him, making the points stand out. Jack pursed his lips and went silent. Her attention turned to the tip of his shaft, watching as more fluid beaded up. Jack watched her jaws part with no time to prepare himself for what was coming. Her tongue flicked over his member and a squeal far higher in pitch than any man should ever make belted out of his mouth. Lys looked up at him wide eyed and smiling. “That good, eh?"

“V-very good, keep going."

“Don't know about the taste." Her muzzle drew closer to his erection, the kobold opened her maw and started engulfing his manhood. Jack felt her snout bump against his crotch. He'd never been so tense in his life, seconds passed like hours, but all he could feel was her hot breath playing over his shaft over and over. Sweat dripped from his face, his knuckles ached from how tight he gripped the sheets.

What the hell is she doing?

Her head blocked his view completely, teeth or no teeth his dick needed some serious kobold tongue action and it needed it now. Lys took hold of his whitening hand, prying it off the sheet, giving it a squeeze. For someone with no experience she sure seemed to have the teasing part down. The corners of her muzzle lifted, her eyes were half-lidded and sly. Jack gripped her hand tight, enough was enough.

“Are you—" his words caught in his throat.

She'd been waiting for his most vulnerable moment. With one quick motion she plunged her tongue onto his member slowly trailing down his length, licking and lapping along the sides. Jack gasped and fell backwards onto the bed like he'd been tackled. His toes curled to the sensation of that slick, soft tongue on his shaft. He looked up in time to see her climb up onto his legs, giving him the view of his life. She played it for all it was worth, letting her tongue droop from her mouth before curling it up one side and down the other. Jack bit his lip, hard.

“Fffft…" A tight, coiling sensation formed at the base and snaked upward, mapping out every inch, every vein. It kept growing more intense, he swore his vision was going blurry, and his breaths came quickly, almost on the verge of panic. She started working her way back down, mouth closing over him, and then…nothing. Now his balls ached something fierce, he'd never been fond of orgasm denial and he was about to let her know, loudly. Jack looked to see her gazing at his testes, head tilted slightly. “Been wanting to ask, what do you call these?"

He wiped the thick sweat off his brow. “Balls, just call them balls. Why in God's own holy name did you stop again?"

“Kobolds don't have these." Her breath tickled across his sac.

Jack cursed silently through clenched teeth. “I'm sure they do; they just aren't on the outside. Keep. Going."

She noticed his reaction and blew on them deliberately. “Are they sensitive?"

“Yes, damnit. Very."

“Do humans enjoy having their mates play with them?"

“This human would if his mate would quit stopping every five seconds to torture him."

Lys snickered at his frustration. Her tongue crept out towards his dangling jewels testing the weight of each one with her tongue. “Very soft," she remarked, lifting them and letting them drop. Quite amused with herself, she batted at them for a while.

“What are you doing?!"

“Enjoying myself." Her golden eyes looked up at him with feigned innocence. Jack felt a terrible, growing urge to hump her face. She licked across him a few more times leaving them coated in saliva. “Having problems?"

Jack growled.

Lys gave them a small kiss and then she enveloped his member again, squeezing it gently at first and then putting the pressure back on. He'd reached his limit and everything went red. Taking a firm grip of her horns he started thrusting like a savage beast. Lys let out a muffled squeak as he tugged on her head. The kobold's tail swept back and forth across the carpet in excited drifts. She curled tighter around his member. Her horns made the perfect handles while he bucked his hips into her muzzle, silently praying not to scrape her teeth.

Her tongue stayed wrapped around his shaft, flexing in a wet, sticky hug. The intense pressure drove him onward, humping her muzzle with reckless abandon. The mattress bounced and shifted beneath him while pearls of sweat flicked off his face. Her claws dug into his legs for support, just enough to redden the skin, just enough to drive him wild.

“Ssshit!" He pushed into her maw with one last hard shove. His entire body twitched and spasmed as he fired thick ropes of seed into the kobold's waiting maw, his hips resumed making panicked thrusts without his consent. The room took on an unpleasant spin and he teetered forward, almost passing out on top of her. He was so lost in his orgasm he failed to notice Lys struggling against his grip until she scratched him. Jack released her horns, his legs gave out, and he thumped against the mattress with a sense of finality.

Jack was ready to close his eyes when he heard sounds of spitting and gagging. He forced his head up to look at Lys sitting there freaking out, spitting and making horrible noises. “Ugh, what is this?"

“What did you think was going to happen?"

“Ok, but Lys wasn't expecting it to be so…" she gagged.

“Guess this means you don't like the taste."

“Ahhh!" She ran shrieking into the bathroom. Jack heard the stepstool scrape across the tile floor followed by the sound of rushing water and cursing, thankfully it was loud enough for her not to hear his laughter. Jack laid back down and gazed into the ceiling, pondering his good fortune. Lys continued to surprise him, in and out of bed. She seemed to have a real kinky streak in her, those predatory looks of hers weren't just for show. Perhaps he needed to look into getting some kobold-sized leathers made for her and a little crop…

“Jack? Did you fall asleep?" He felt something kick the bed, bringing him out of his fantasies.

He glanced at her and raised a hand to his nose. “You still have a little right there."

Lys touched her snout and then grimaced, wiping frantically. “How can something be nice and gross at the same time?" She didn't wait for an answer and climbed into bed beside him, scooting herself into his chest, nuzzling him softly under his chin. “So, what now?" she asked.

He wrapped his arms around her. “I'm a tad spent, but if there's something…" he hinted while kissing her on the head.

She got a smile on her face that made him nervous. “There is one thing."

“What is it?"

She twitched in his arms. “I want you to suck on my tail."

“What?!" Jack recoiled in shock, looking at her like she'd just shit the bed.

The kobold turned about, giving him a pleading look. “What's wrong? Lys's friends said it feels great."

“The same friends who left you for the cops?"

The loud hiss she made gave him pause. “Look, some kobolds do it for each other. Tails can be sensitive, mine is. Some kobolds like it and some don't, but I never had a mate to try it with."

“Couldn't you do that yourself?"

“It's not that flexible and it's…not the same." She winced as if remembering.

“But I'm not a kobold."

“So? I just licked your dick and got your gross stuff all over me." She had him there. It never occurred to him that kobolds would have their own specific fetishes. The kinkiest girl he ever dated was some Mormon chick into soaking and that relationship didn't last long, but it felt tame compared to what Lys was asking for.

“Isn't there something else?"

Her face narrowed into a glare. “No."

“You guys are into some weird shit."

“Says the human who sucks kobold tongue. What's so weird about it? You're pretty good at sucking on things."

“That's different!"

Her golden eyes stared him down. He could have said no, but he knew better. Give and take, give and take, but nobody ever said anything about sucking tail. It sounded like a field day for Dr. Freud.

“So how do we do this?"

Lys smiled wide and clapped her hands together. She bounced off the bed. “Come here."

A low whine passed his lips, if ever there was a time for a terrible headache to come on. Lys stood up off the bed, letting her tail waft over and the edge. Jack crawled over on shaky hands. “Ok, now what?" he asked with great regret.

“Put it in your mouth, duh."

He'd touched almost every part of her by this point, but he'd never actually grabbed her tail. It was smooth on the underside with lighter green coloration. As it moved inward it faded to that pretty turquoise which mottled around her backside. It terminated in a nearly perfect pair of curves that made up her rear and from there a set of muscular hips, not too big, not too small. Before he could lose himself in the beauty of her posterior, she cleared her throat several times. Jack gave one last look and sighed, but before he could plant his lips on it, he noticed her hands moving downward.

“Woah, hold on. I'm supposed to suck tail while you finger yourself?"

Lys turned about, yanking her tail out of his hand. Her claws were still hovering over her blue-green slit. “Of course," she said, like it was completely normal for a human to suck on a kobold's tail while they frigged.

“Man…well, can't you at least give me a better view?" He patted the bed.

“Good idea." Lys climbed up onto the bed towards the pillows. Jack watched while she made herself comfortable. The kobold spread her legs, toeclaws slightly in the air. “Well?"

She looked so pleasant in the dim, yellow glow of the lamp, arms folded across her chest. Jack indulged his eyes, never straying far from her turquoise patch. She wiggled back and forth, watching as Jack's eyes followed her crotch like a moth drawn to the flame. He continued like that until she pointed and laughed. “You really like it don't you?"

“I can't help that your lower regions are so captivating."

“Do you think people would pay money to look at them? Maybe Lys could do that instead of streaming."

A sensation, cold and bristled, pushed its way under his skin. “Probably."

“Could make a lot of money that way."

“I guess." Ice cold.

“What's wrong?"

“I'd rather work double shifts than have you be a camwhore." The words tasted bitter as his tone.

“A what?"

“Forget it." He looked away; the bristles grew sharper.

“I love you."

Jack looked at her with a blank expression, growing more confused by the moment. “That's not the response I was expecting."

She sat up on the bed, the warmest of smiles on her face. “You're jealous."

“Damn right I am." The cold changed to fire in his voice.

Lys beamed at him. “And I really like that. Jack can't know how good it feels to have a mate who would fight for them."

The mattress springs complained as he laid himself down beside her. “I'm willing to stick your tail in my mouth, isn't that proof of my love?" He held his arms out wide in a quizzing gesture.

“I don't care if you stick my tail in your mouth. I care that you mean what you say."

“Does this mean I'm off the hook?" He half-joked.

“No." Her tail flopped against the bed several times.

Jack laid on his stomach, taking the twitching thing in hand. “You washed it, right?"

“Oh, come on. You won't die."

It's not that her tail wasn't pleasant to look at, but he was rather picky about what he put in his mouth after that incident with the bee back when he was five. After a few moments though he realized it was a moot point. “Mmmff. Lys, this isn't going to work. I have a big mouth, but not that big."

The frown on her face broke his heart, his mind started working, and then in desperation he pushed his tongue against her tail, giving it a long lick. Lys let out a squeak, her tail flinched in his hand. “Well? Will that work?"

Her sharp teeth glimmered. “It will, thanks Jack. Now lick already." Her eager claws went for her sex again while he moved towards the tip. His tongue made contact.

At least she's happy, but man, why couldn't she be into feet or armpits like a normal person? Stay calm Jack, think of it as—this damn thing is wiggling all over. Love, I'm doing it for love…I would do anything for love…

The namesake song played in his head while he tried to keep a firm grip. A challenge since his eyes kept training upward to watch Lys's eager hands already dipping into her scaly sex. The kobold's claws glistened in the soft light while she worked herself, rolling her knuckles in and out gently. Her smooth chest rose and fell in deep breaths, each one accompanied by a moan like it were the best thing in the world. The kobold's hips rocked back and forth, forcing him to move in time with her. “Is it really that good?"

Lys fingered herself a moment more and then paused, not even bothering to look. “Yes, Jack's mouth is very nice, feels wonderful, now lick." The tail in his hands twitched in agitation. For a moment he thought about teasing her, tit for tat, but the wonderful view dissuaded him. The edges of her blue-green slit puffed up slightly to her continued ministrations, turning pink. Interest turned to awe, watching it grip her fingers like a starving beast, making him think of the night before with envy.

“Mmm…that's so…I don't feel any licking!"

Jack averted his eyes and went back to giving her rudder the tongue job of her life. The sweet and sour smell of kobold sex wafted past his nose, a scent that he'd grown to cherish. Lys's breathing grew labored while her claws kneaded faster to the tiny yips and yelps coming out of her mouth. Thin rivulets of sex reflected in the light, trickling down around the sides of her tail onto the bed. Her tongue lolled out while she continued to gasp, moving faster and faster. Rivulets turned into steady rivers, her pink flesh shifted to red. Jack worked his way up, dodging out of the way of her spasming legs. For a brief moment he paused at her tailhole, watching it quiver and pulse. Lust won out; he gave it a gentle, loving kiss.

“Eeee!" A loud shriek and a tail in the face were his rewards as she arched her back up off the bed. After she nicked him with her toeclaws Jack decided to cut and run, backing off to a safe distance.

“Ahh! Yesss." She hissed loudly. A few thin jets of kobold juice spurted forth around her claws with enough force that a slight mist touched him from the other side. Convulsing like a wild animal, she finished herself off with one last scream he was sure the neighbors heard. And then it ended, she flopped on her back, thrumming with a dreamy look on her face. “Ahh…ha…ha ha…" She might have gone on basking in the afterglow if not for a faint, growing sound. The kobold lifted her tired head to see Jack giving her a standing ovation, a huge grin on his face.

“Remind me to bite you." She let her head drop.

Jack smirked and sat down beside her; his hand glided over her belly. “Was it everything you hoped for?"

A big toothy smile flashed across her maw. “Yes. Very good, Jack did a very good job." She patted his hand with her claw, still slick with sex.

“I try." He wiped his hand on the sheet.

“Did you like it?"

His lip twitched. “I'm just happy that you're happy."

The corners of her grinning maw drooped. “You didn't."

He strained a grin. “I liked the show."

Lys frowned with obvious disappointment. “Maybe we can make it a special thing then."

He let his hand do the talking, continuing to caress her smooth stomach. “Mmmm…now what?" she asked.

“I could whisper sweet nothings in your ear."

“Hmm? What are those?"

Jack kissed her cheek. “Terms of endearment, you know, things like…'my little love lizard'."

She snorted in laughter. “Jack can do better than that."

“My little kobold love beast?"

“Keep trying."

He began nibbling at her neck. “My sensual scaly sweetheart…my comely clawed companion…my…chicken."

“What?" Her face curled in a snarl.

He rolled off the bed. “Shit, I just remembered. I left the chicken in the car."

“Why did you put a chicken in your car?"

“For dinner. Got a little sidetracked by the police being here and then, well."

“So romantic." Lys sighed. “I am pretty hungry after that."

***

Jack watched Lys devour everything right down to the bone, then she pushed her empty plate back at him.

“Seriously?"

She nodded in between deep sips of iced tea. Jack's hope for leftovers disappeared onto the kobold's plate. All of it gone in a matter of moments. The loud blech she let out made him duck for cover.

“Sorry." The smile on her face didn't look sorry in the least. She started licking her claws clean, shooting him overdone seductive looks. Jack rolled his eyes and gathered up the dirty dishes, laying them in the sink for tomorrow. Outside the sky took on a purple hue, just seeing it made him feel tired. With physical hunger out of the way he reached for the mint-flavored pencil erasers they tried to pass off as gum. The nasty taste came with a sense of relief.

“That was good. Want to watch TV?"

Before he could answer, a loud yawn did it for him.

“Jack looks really tired."

“Yeah, I just wanna sleep. You can watch if you want to."

She shook her head and went for the bedroom, tail wafting lazily behind her, hovering just slightly off the ground. His eyes trailed from there to the bloodstains dried into the carpet, another thing that could wait until tomorrow (if they ever came out). He spat the gum in the trash, but before he even inched towards the bedroom an irritating buzz demanded his attention. Jack snatched his phone off the counter, the stupid thing felt like lead in his hands. His finger slid across the screen, there was no point in guessing who it was. Several messages sat waiting for him, all from Allison. He skipped the first set and read the latest.

“You okay?" it said.

Really wish she'd stop this. You say one stupid, emotionally charged thing and pay for it for the rest of your life.

His fingers tapped at the glowing screen.

Fine. Just tired, going 2 bed, long day.

Several minutes passed, just long enough for him to start nodding off.

“Bed already? Long day of what? =P"

A slow, agonizing gurgle welled up out of his throat, he hated having to explain himself. Why couldn't she just read his mind, it couldn't be that hard.

Had 2 go 2 hospital, sliced my arm open.

Two seconds after he sent the message, he thought better of it.

Rusty nail.

“Ouch! Sorry! :( What were you doing? You ok?"

Trying to fix up. I'm fine, just tired.

“*Sigh* okay, want to meet at Blake's tomorrow then? Would like to finally get together before you go back to work."

Lumps twisted about his insides, the phone almost slipped from his hand while his imagination ran away with him, but the flicker of a new message brought him out of it.

“Tomorrow?"

Allison felt so distant she might as well be another police officer bothering him with questions, not that it was her fault. He'd really done her dirt this entire time. Catching up sounded great, he really wanted to have a chance to talk, if only he didn't have to come up with new lies.

Sure.

“Sounds good. See you tomorrow around usual time?"

Yeah.

“OK! Good night."

Jack placed the phone back on the kitchen counter and shook his head.

“What is Jack doing?" Lys called from the bedroom.

He plodded into the bedroom and closed the door on the world. Lys looked at him quizzically. “What took so long?"

“Someone sent me a text." He dropped into bed, determined not to get up for anyone or anything for the next eight or so hours.

“Who?"

“Going to hang out with Allison tomorrow." He sounded devoid of joy.

“That's good. Jack should see his friends. Wish I could come."

“So do I." Before he could start feeling sorry for himself Lys laid her head over his chest and draped an arm around him.

“Lys can clean up while Jack is out having fun tomorrow."

“Yeah, sure." He watched her for a while, looking content as she drifted off. The tips of his fingers traced across her snout a few times, feeling the wisps of her breath.

Tomorrow was going to suck.