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When Tik Tik first left her home, her intentions were merely to find wonders that the world of magic and physical embrace had to offer for her people. It was by the queen's blessing and her desire to help the rest of the tribe that Tik Tik was even able to leave, and since then, she has found herself not only at death's door, but also at the very pinnacle of what life has to offer.

Her savior, the dashing half-elf paladin Tybalt, is a gentler partner than anyone she has ever coupled with. In fact, perhaps he is the only one she would consider a lover. The thought sends a pang through her soul as she thinks back on her old dig boss, Prakibak. The crimson kobold had dived into the waters of sensuality with her in a society that values pragmatism in breeding. For that, she is certainly thankful. However, his well-intentioned, yet clumsy, attempts cannot compare to the delight that courses through her body at the touch of this tall, majestic creature.

They spend their first tender moments at the river, her scales slippery and shining from the soap he rubs over her. Each stroke of the bar upon her scales sends shivers scouring through her very soul, launching her to a state that savors even the simplest of touches. And his touches do start simple, indeed. Though she demanded he give her the full brunt of his power, the paladin has decided instead to show her all of his technique first. His strong arms pull her up against him, straddling his chest as he sits in the shallows, yet the touch to her tail strikes her as the scantest of his power. Her toes curl as each scale is outlined by his digit, the knight savoring her unique designs, studying her like she is the most intricate blueprint for the most diabolical trap ever devised.

Those loving hands trace up along her spine, feeling the ridges that form into her frill. His palm brushes up along one horn and his strong grip pulls her in closer. What happened next made the poor dear twitch and gasp, as his pillowy lips connect to the tip of her snout, spreading just slightly and letting his tongue push in. She has read about this procedure, but never thought she would partake. Surely it is dangerous for him. She sighs through her nostrils, her eyes fluttering shut as she opens her mouth to invite him in, her long tongue dancing with his.

Sitting upon his strong chest, the kobold girl continues her fist kiss, her tail swishing over his body. He grunts as the rough scales scratch at him, and she pulls back, quacking in embarrassment.

But he brings his hand to her cheek and drinks deep of her eyes before going in, those lips at the sensitive scales at her neck.

Tik Tik gasps, never having felt someone so aggressive, yet so tender. Could what she feels through her body be the magic of the paladin's love gods? Or is it just his natural charisma that drives her to such heights. She slides off of him, his chest glistening, not from water, but from her natural desire. He sits up, rolling over on his side, and placing his hand upon her back, pulling her in up against himself.

Tik Tik responds by rolling her tongue out, licking over the nectar from her sex off of his body. She shudders at the taste. Mixed with his natural musk, it is nothing she has ever tasted before, and she licks over him again and again, her tongue tracing his pectoral muscles, finding those nipples that bump up from her touch.

The groan that comes from his throat is a holy hymn, a praise for the gods of love in all of their forms. Had she found his weak-point, perhaps? It's possible. But he is not done seeking out hers.

He lifts her up, his hands holding onto her sides just under her arms, then lowering down, past her back, past her thighs, under her butt, supporting her as he stands tall in the wilderness. Tik Tik squeaks, wrapping her body around him, pressing her cheek against his form. “W… what are you doing?" she asks him, claws threatening to dig into skin.

“If you want me to stop, I will…" he whispers.

She shakes her head. “No… continue," she says. “I want to see…"

“That might be a problem."

“A wha-?" Her question becomes a shriek as he spins her tiny body around, holding onto her just as tightly, but now her chin rests upon his stomach, just above his loincloth. Her legs wrap around under his arms, her body spread before him. Her heart races, and his as well, the two entering into an exciting new phase of their dance. It only gets hotter when she feels the warmth of his tongue press against her slit. Stars explode through her as the thick meaty muscle tickles at her entrance and then breaks through, finding the tunnels within. Tik Tik sighs, her own hands moving down over his thighs as his touches heal her of her physical traumas. Such power to be contained in such a loving touch—surely he is someone special.

She grips at his loincloth. The ornate heraldry that of a heart, the symbol of love in many cultures. To others, this shape is a symbol of fertility, the receptacle of the male's potent seed She wonders just which the shape represents. She tears the cloth away, only to gasp at the sight before her.

The paladin's length lays flaccid, yet she was sure she felt it stiffen when they began her play. Her confused squawk is returned by the soft coo of her lover. “I must fight the urge to use my weapon on you," he says. “I'm sorry. I know you said you wanted it, Tik Tik, but I don't want to hurt you."