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One battle was all it had taken. One massacre at the whim of a dragon upon that mountain road and I knew I had no desire to continue this war. The sight of men being burned by an unearthly flame was fresh in my mind as I moved swiftly down the mountain trail from the main encampment of the royal army. I was only a farm boy by the name of Jonas Becket and nothing else, not a warrior or mage ready to pit my skill against literal gods. Before that first encounter I had thought that we had a chance, we had even managed to push back the dragon's minions, but we had become far too complacent, we didn't know just how powerful a dragon could be. Again I recalled the scene of soldiers being mowed down by that grand creature's breath and magic, flesh stripped off of live men who were still screaming. I wiped at my forehead and felt a cold sweat, my breath growing haggard not from moving down the mountainside, but from the fear. I paused by a tree, clutching my stomach as I felt my insides swirl and churn before I settled. At this point I would rather be executed by the king's men than face that devil again, but I'd be damned if I didn't at least try and get back home. It was then that I felt something hit my neck, I swatted fast and felt feathers, eyes wide I yanked a dart free from my neck far too late, my vision went blurry and my body failed me when I tried to run, instead I fell in a neat pile on the floor, nightmares plaguing my final moments before complete darkness.

When my thoughts returned to me, my eyes were still firmly shut, but more so because it felt as though someone had dragged my skull through gravel and stones, and maybe that had been the case. Before I opened my eyes I decided to take inventory, someone had ambushed me in the night, perhaps it was one of the royal army scouts out looking for enemies, and deserters. Why they had kept me alive rather than kill was anyone's guess, but I was already shaking as I had internalized the thought of them wanting to make me suffer before ending my life. It was then that something grabbed at my thigh, gripping. Instinctively I jolted and tried to move my hands, but they were tied together and stuck above my head. Opening my eyes I was greeted by the sight of a kobold poking through my pockets and packs, the amber scaled runt probably searching for some gold to take back to its master. Eyes taking a glance I noticed that I was in some sort of small cave, probably one dug out underground by the kobold itself. When it noticed that my eyes were open it hopped back and picked up a crossbow to point it directly at my throat, "Not a single move!" It squeaked.

Compared to gnolls, kobolds weren't nearly as frightening when it came to the dragon's minions, especially with a voice like that, but I'd rather not make a wise remark because even if I didn't fear the creature, I certainly feared the bolt poised to fire from the crossbow into my throat. Kobolds were also a crafty sort, strength didn't matter when they had the smarts to stump entire armies, and sometimes the magic to take down a score of men. Again the kobold spoke, this time in a more even voice, its tail lashing from side to side, "All right...you seem to get the picture. You're a human of the army right? Here to harm my master right?"

I could still get out of this alive, but it all depended on how I worded things, on how much of a threat the kobold percieved me to be, and so with dry throat I answered, "I'm a deserter. I never wanted to fight in this war." I tried my best to sound as sincere as possible without sounding like too much of a coward, which failed with the occasional stutter and crack in my voice.

The kobold appraised me with bright green eyes that moved up and down, that crossbow still pointed at me, "So then..." she moved closer inching the tip of the bolt mounted on the crossbow against the skin of my throat, the metal cold, "You're a coward. Human filth." her words stung, but she lowered her crossbow and amended, "Or maybe you just know better...tell me human what your reasons are?"

Gulping, glad to have the crossbow away from my throat, I answered in earnest, "I'm a farmboy, not some sort of skillful warrior. I just want to go home and forget about all this, besides, I never believed in betraying the dragon. I...I never wanted to be drafted" I had told the truth. The dragon had never harmed us before, so I had never seen the reason to fight a war with something that had treated us with some amount of respect, but I had little choice with the king calling the draft.

Again the little amber scaled creature before me seemed to appraise me. She set her crossbow down, tapping her foot as she did so, a smirk marking her maw, "So, to get to safety...and perhaps even to be taken to safety, you'll tell me anything I want to know about the army?"

Even though I felt the color fade from my cheeks, my heart beat faster, excited, a chance at guaranteed freedom off of this mountain was too good to be true and so I answered after gulping failing at trying not to sound too eager, "Yes!"

The kobold sniffed, taking a seat before me with a sigh as she produced a small flask one of the many pouches on her belt before taking a drink exhaling as she finished, "Well...that is no fun. I was hoping to rough you up first, at least I know I can make any request of you, so first of all...let's chat. Tell me about the royal army's posts, movements and more."

Again I further paled when she mentioned torture. Chewing at my lower lip I recalled what I knew and told her over the course of a few minutes. She didn't seem satisfied at all at what little I had to say, but in all honesty I only had the smallest details. I was a farm boy made foot soldier, not an officer, not a mage or advisor or anything significant at all, I was supposed to die for the good of the country, "Please...you have to understand that I'm not anything important to the army. I can't tell you anything else really." I pleaded.

With a huff the kobold stood from where she sat and produced a dagger from behind her, "Ah hell...you really are just an innocent aren't ya? Cute one though. I've always been interested with humans, too bad you fellas decided to betray us and all." As she approached with dagger in hand I drew up my legs and backed myself against the cave wall as far as I could manage making an unflattering sound as I did so akin to a dog's pained yelp.

The kobold crossed her arms for a moment just as I had backed away, she snorted and shook her head, "I'm going to cut you loose idiot...I have no use for you dead or alive." Her eyes then seemed to spark as she looked me up and down, "Although...I am curious about humans, maybe you'd like to satisfy that curiosity...make a proper deal hrm?"

For a moment the kobold turned away and I relaxed in place, my own brown eyes blinking, assessing the strange creature before me. The kobold, a scaled minion of dragons, had just propositioned me. Not only that, but she was abashed and turning her head away from me as if she couldn't just gut me and be done with it. Although I wasn't entirely uninterested, the fear of the dragon and its minions was still fresh in my mind. She could easily just kill me if I did something wrong and perhaps this was all a ploy just to toy with me, but if it wasn't then at the very least I could negotiate extra protection, besides, she seemed cute enough. Licking my lips I made my best attempt to negotiate, "I...well, it isn't as though I'm not interested, but there is the whole fear of you gutting me or hanging me out to dry. If I let you have your fun...will you help me get off the mountain?"

The kobold seemed to brighten at my words almost immediately turning to me with big eyes, "If you let me have my fun I'll definitely help you get off the mountain! Even if you are a useless informant, I can at least use your body, on the other hand..." her eyes narrowed and she pointed the knife towards my genitals which had me squirming, and yet oddly excited me mind and body both tugging in different directions, "I could get in trouble if anyone found out...so I also need your silence."

As smooth as I could manage I stuttered out, "Pfft me? I-I wouldn't dream of it...besides I'd be hanging myself before the king if I said a word of this to anyone."

She flipped the dagger in hand and stepped in closer her snout against my nose as she brought out a warm tongue to brush against my lips, a shiver going up my spine as she whispered, "My name is Chrysa useless human." as she told me her name that dagger slipped through the loop of my belt and cut it free. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her chuck the knife to the side, her now free hand moving to push down my trousers to pull out a nearly fully erect cock. A hot wash of shame came over me as she gripped on to it, purring and leaning to drag her warm tongue against my neck. Her fingers were surprisingly soft as she began to grip and stroke at my member.

Excited, aroused, but still coherent I licked at my lips returning the introduction with a nervous one of my own, "Jonas."

Chrysa leaned again, this time to nip at the lobe of my ear, pulling as she tugging my cock further. Looking down I could see her fingers working gently over the flesh of my cock, occasionally jerking quickly to give me something a bit stronger to feel. Her breath was warm against my ear as she continued stroking, already I could feel her excitement in that shaky breath and in the way her hand seemed to gloss over every little detail on my cock. In her hand it almost looked too big for her to handle, but as she moved between my legs she didn't seem too bothered by it, especially when that warm tongue that had been on my neck dragged freely along the shaft of my cock, up and then down, up and then down in an almost hypnotic fashion, her eyes looking up at me, a coy grin upon her maw as she dragged her tongue lower and lower until I felt her tongue against my orbs. I moaned, I had to, I couldn't keep my noise in. My breath was growing rapid now as I felt her hand work at my cock, my balls being suckled upon by her mouth. I then winced as I felt small fangs brush against the sack, either a warning or something playful as she continued to stroke my cock. Already pre was dripping down in embarrassing amounts, her fingers slowly stopping over the sticky substance before continuing to stroke. Chrysa then surprised me as she moved to take my cock into her maw, her lips giving it a gentle little kiss before she opened wide to press her tongue against the underside of my cock. With one movement she swallowed at least half of my cock, spearing her mouth and throat upon the thing while I watched in equal parts surprise, concern and arousal. Slowly she worked her mouth over more and more of my cock, that tongue of hers wrapping, coiling in ways I couldn't imagine possible, all of my previous fears a thing of the past with just how much pleasure and surprise I derived from this situation. I was already so close and the kobold sucking upon me seemed to sense this as she brought the rest of my cock into her mouth in one movement, eyes closed, not a single gag sounding off of her.

With a gasp and a groan I thrust my hips, pushing them against her face as I bottomed out into her mouth, semen hot semen filling that warm maw, her tongue, mouth and throat working in unison to milk me until finally all of it was gone. Sitting back down I breathed out, looking down as she pulled away slowly from my cock, her maw open now towards me so I could see that she indeed had swallowed every single drop, "You uh...done this before?" I asked in the least graceful way possible, grunting and shuffling a bit, my cock still pitching quite the erection.

She giggled, a sound that I didn't think I'd hear from a kobold of all things, "Gnolls are larger...and much rougher." she nearly purred the words as she began stripping from her clothing and although the gnoll comment had me interested, I was more curious about the female kobold in heat before me. Her body looked far curvier than I had anticipated, her hips looking perfect to bear any child, and that thick tail coiling around to hide her hole as if to tease. I moved to grab at her and she giggled as I simply struggled against the ropes. It was then that she picked up the crossbow at her side with a coy smile and with surprising precision shot the rope tying my wrists together. I winced and exhaled realizing that I'd been holding in my breath. My hands were free to move now as the rope slowly came off. I took the time to rub my wrists, my eyes still glowed to her as she straddled my lap, a single claw of hers touching my chest, her plump and soft rear nestled against my cock, her thighs occasionally brushing against my member as she shifted and shuffled around excitedly. Once the feeling in my wrists returned I moved my hands to grip at her sides, yet again surprised as I felt over the smooth, cool scales. Both my hands moved down to her hips and all the way to her shoulders, taking it slow as my hands found themselves cupping her cheeks. She let out a pleased sound, her cheek pushing against my hands longingly. At that move I felt my heart stop for just a moment and I leaned in to make a mistake, to make it romantic, my mouth capturing hers.

At the time she seemed surprised that I'd do such a thing, her eyes widening before slowly closing. Now her hands moved to grip at my chest, those claws digging in just a bit, but I didn't mind too much, it only stung just a bit. My own hands were moving back down to her body to feel over her tail, her tail lifting for me as I moved one hand to grip at my cock, slowly positioning it against her entrance, her pussy already warm and wet, ready for me to enter. I pushed the tip against her hole, breathing out against her lips as I felt her tongue slid into my mouth, but she wouldn't have any of it. Her hands moved in circles all the way to my shoulders to grip and hold on as she moved her hips, her pussy taking the tip and then some as she dropped her body. She rolled her hips on to my cock, letting out sweet muffled noises to my lips that sounded like bliss. Rocking back and forth on my cock she managed to fit more and more of it in until finally her cunt touched my balls. I could feel slick arousal from her pussy dripping on to my balls as she rocked her hips back and forth to get herself off, my cock feeling those warm insides grip and tug at it, attempting to milk my member. At this point I began to move, push my own hips to her as she rocked back and forth, now bouncing up and down, the grip on my shoulders getting tighter and tighter with each passing second just as her insides seemed to grow tighter the more desperately those hips worked to get me and herself off.

Deciding to lend a hand, one of my fingers moved to find its way to add an extra element, that digit becoming soaked as I pushed it into her along with my cock, causing her to squeak and tremble as she worked faster and faster. Eventually she squealed and her entire body seemed to lock up and tight around me. Her claws dug painfully into my shoulder, a burning accompanied by a warm trickle of blood, her insides clenching nearly unbearably tight upon my cock as she rode out her orgasm. When she finished she seemed to deflate, letting out an exasperated breath, her head sinking on to my chest, her claws pulling free from my shoulders, but her hips still moving just a bit.

Unable to control myself upon seeing that I continued the previous pace, thrusting into her, panting, chest heaving. She took it well, she groaned out, her claws digging in again as she squeaked and groaned out until finally I could hold back no more. My cock twitched violently inside of her and I felt a warm pleasure burst out of my cock and into her as thick cum. She didn't pull away, in fact she sat herself firmly there upon my cock, shivering with every spurt of semen inside of her. She nearly purred as she felt over my shoulders and neck, my head leaning back against the hard rock wall, sweat matting dark brown hair against my forehead and cheek.

Coming off of my own high, I looked down to see her staring at me with a mischievous look. Her hands cupped my cheeks and she cooed to me, "Let's run together."

Again my heart started racing, but not from arousal or excitement, but again from fear. Could I really say no to this kobold that I had shared such an intimate moment with? I barely knew her, she barely knew me! With dry throat and lips I coughed and looked away unsure of what to say, her hands let go of my cheeks, but I felt her body against mine, her lips against my ear as she breathed out, "Please?"

Gritting my teeth I sighed, I suppose my brothers and sisters could wait, "Fine...fine we'll go somewhere new together, but you lead the way." I said, suddenly very exhausted.

As I closed my eyes she spoke and I could hear the smile upon her lips, "We'll find our way through the mountain...I know a wonderful place we can run to. Together we'll desert this war of ours, but I'm sure the dragon won't care if I leave. He has many kobolds, many gnolls at his side and I've already done him plenty of service." She then kissed at my neck, nestling against me with a giggle, "So even if he catches us we'll be fine."

That was at terrifying thought, the dragon finding us somewhere eloping, but I suppose it doesn't matter now. I was deserting with a kobold of all things to lands far off, my brothers and sisters would be left on the farm, but at the same time I found myself comforted by the kobold's presence against me. I had truly made the worst mistake when my lips met hers, I had fallen in love with the enemy, fallen in love with a creature that was far braver than I was, and somewhere deep inside, a part of me didn't care. With a small smile I fell asleep, resting with Chrysa, dreaming of where our journey would take us, and hopefully of the life we would have together.