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Reinhardt sat up reluctantly and swung his legs over the bed's edge, wincing as his feet touched the cold floor. The tavern was an old building with thick stone walls and polished wooden floors that took forever to warm up. Whether Aldous was too proud of his mahogany floor or too frugal to buy rugs Reinhardt could no tell. He smacked his lips and sought after his slippers without looking, sliding his feet into their snug furry embrace with a content sigh--until they yelped. Boners was sleeping on the floor coiled into a hairy mound, and Reinhardt realized he was sticking his toes somewhere in his armpits.

"Wh-what?" The small doglike creature was jumped up to full alertness--the kobold had been sleeping naked at the side of Reinhardt's bed, at least until he had been stepped on.

Reinhardt stared down at the kobold for a long moment, frozen in nonplussed bemusement. "...What are you doing?"

The last time he had seen the creature, Boners was being doted on by the tavernmaster's wife, a kindly woman by the name of Martha. The last thing Reinhardt expected was to find the kobold curled up on the floor beside his bed like the mutt Boners so resembled.

"Couldn't sleep in the bed, it's too hot." Boners said and scratched his belly.

The kobold had cleaned up nicely after all the grime and dust of travel had been scrubbed out of his hide, but his hair was still as shaggy as ever even after Martha's thorough attempt to rectify the matter. He did not like to admit it but he enjoyed both the attention and being pampered, and had not struggled against the fierce combo of comb and brush.

The small creature was not forthcoming with an explanation what he was doing in Reinhardt's room in the first place, but simply settled back down on the floor and curled around the knight's feet like a luxurious russet rug. After a long moment of staring down at the kobold, Reinhardt sighed. He had to admit that the kobold did feel warm and nice. The comfort of waking up in a bed had made him soft, which must have been the only reason he did not try to extricate himself from the little thing's warm, fuzzy embrace.

"...Why are you naked, then?"

Boners snuffled and laid eyes closed, trying to get back to sleep. Reinhardt could feel his side and belly pressing against his feet as the creature breathed, evenly and at ease.

"It feels nicer that way," he mumbled, ears floppy at the sides of his head and nose twitching. "Your skin smells good, Rein."

"Hmmph, better than it has in a long time, I imagine."

Reinhardt looked down at the little creature, and could not stop a soft smile from spreading over his lips. Curled up like that, the kobold actually looked cute--although he would sooner throw himself back into the middle of those bat bandits than admitting that out loud.

"Amazing what an actual bath can do for you." The kobold smirked and peeked upwards at the man's crotch.

"...Are you planning on keeping me here all morning?"

"Sure, why not? The breakfast isn't served for a while." Boners looked up with his eyes half-closed and a lascivious, teasing tone to his voice.

He started toying with Reinhardt's toes, testing how they moved and squeezing them between his thumb and finger. "Funny how a big thing like you has small nubs for toes."

He rolled on his back with the foot in his hands, planting the heel on his belly and waggled the human's toes for no real reason. Boners lifted his leg on top of Reinhardt's opposing knee. Despite the difference in height between those two, the kobold's foot was almost twice as large as the human's, with three thick clawed toes and a dewclaw behind the ankle.

Reinhardt grunted with an approving tone. The kobold's soft, furry belly rubbing against the his foot felt quite nice. He looked down at the the kobold, examining the soft paw pads and elongated sole.

"And funny how a tiny thing like you has those clodhoppers." He reached to to give the paw pad a poke, indulging the kobold in his game for the moment.

"Kobold that can't run is a dead kobold. We consider feet to be very intimate, touching them is something that is done solely between very good friends," he paused, "or a husband and wife."

Boners squirmed his body a bit towards the bed, letting the knight's leg travel up his chest until he could bring it up to his snout. He sniffed it, tasting its natural salt with tiny peck from his lips.

"Having no paw pads is super weird, and the skin is so dry too..." The kobold turned the foot in his hands like some puzzling toy.

"Very good friends? Is that what we are...?" Reinhardt let the sentence linger in the air, unsure how he wanted to finish it.

The kobold shifting position had brought his foot up closer to the human's crotch, and Reinhardt grunted as he felt the paw pads push against his balls and cock. It was already at half chub which the kobold surely would notice, but Reinhardt still pulled the kobold's foot away to preserve a modicum of propriety. He held it in his grip as he ran a finger over and between the squishy pads.

"If you want to talk about 'super weird', then how do you keep these so soft?" Reinhardt rubbed his finger against the middle pad on the sole of Boners' foot once more.

"Natural oils, and lots of nibbling and licking." Boners brought the foot on his chest to demonstrate. Even though his fur had lost lot of its greasiness in the bath episode, it still felt like having being coated with a thin film. "Go on, try rubbing it in."

The whole time they spoke the kobold's lifted leg exposed his crotch to the knight fully, his heavy ball sack lolling between his thighs and below his furry sheath. Boners made no effort to hide his shame, acting instead like they were having a casual conversation over a lunch meeting.

"...Alright." Reinhardt continued staring down at the kobold, his face beginning to flush as his feet rubbed through the soft, fluffy, yet still slightly oily fur. "You... actually like things like this...?" He snorted softly. "What am I saying, you're a kobold."

His eyes darted down to Boners' crotch, and for a moment he thought about what the hot, plump flesh would feel like against the sole of his foot.

"So... this is what kobolds do together?"

"It's what I like doing with you." Boners shrugged and pushed Reinhardt's ankle, guiding his foot lower. It slid up the round curve of his potbelly, hesitated over his belly button, and then slipped down onto his pubic mound. "Oh my sir knight, you should watch your footing more carefully!" he snickered.

Boners put his hands behind his head and relaxed like he was lazing on some sunny meadow, one leg dropping to the floor while the other was still being trapped in the man's grasp. Reinhardt stared down at Boners, his expression vacillating between an unamused and a flustered one. However, after a few moments he smirked and pressed down a little harder on the kobold's ballsack with his heel.

"And you shouldn't put yourself underfoot so much, kobold..." His foot began rocking back and forth, grinding over the furry balls and thick, plump sheath. His touch against the sole of the kobold's foot became lighter and turned into an attempt to tickle the kobold as his fingers ran and wriggled between Boners' paw pads and toes.

Boners winced and shuddered with pleasure as his tender parts were smooshed between the sole and the hard floor, followed with the toes massaging his member within his loose sheath. His manhood being trampled by a human, of all the things, was strange sensation, the bigger man's movements clumsy and unfamiliar which made it exciting for him. At that moment the knight found a sensitive spot in his foot making him jerk it back in a fit of ticklishness, but his squirming caused Reinhardt to step on him harder than he had intended. Boners yelped like a dog and tried to shield his crotch with his free leg, but to no avail--he was nailed to the spot by the knight's muscular leg and entirely at his mercy.

"Ah, ahh, you're so big, you're so strong...", he panted with a pleading voice.

"And you're so small, and frail..." He lifted his foot up off of Boners' crotch for just a moment to press it against the kobold's potbelly. "...And fat." He chuckled to himself, feeling strangely at ease with the kobold despite the blatant sexuality of their positions, more at ease than even with his own human comrades.

"I'm a pudgy little morsel, let me serve you," Boners grinned. Being manhandled and used by bigger people was not exactly unheard of occurrence among kobolds, and he had half resigned to the human knight trying to have his way with him during the first few days of their journey together, despite the man's professed distaste for his kind. Luckily it had not come to that, and their current game was much more to his liking.

Reinhardt grunted, and continued rubbing over Boners' growing cock with his foot. His own manhood twitched and bobbed between his legs, undeniably aroused by what they were doing--Reinhardt had ceased to be surprised by the effect kobold had on him. He glanced over to the locked door of the room, and then looked down at the pleading kobold once more. His foot lifted off of Boner's cock, and moved up closer to the kobold's face once more.

"Show me how you'd serve me, then?"

He looked at the soft paw pads of Boners' foot once more, and then carefully brought them against his own hard, hot, pulsing cock once more.

"I could do this..."

Boners lifted both of his feet up to clasp Reinhardt's cock between them, the squishy paw pads pressing firmly against its hardness. The kobold started making massaging motion, kneading his manhood like a rolling pin between his feet, his claws occasionally brushing against Reinhardt's hairy belly. His exposed ass bobbed along as he worked, showing glimpses of his tight pucker under his wagging tail, his heavy testicles lolling from left to right.

"By earth, you humans have such big dicks," he said under his breath, "you're such assholes and so hot at the same time..." The kobold's own dick twitched, letting loose a droplet of precum into his belly hair.

Reinhardt groaned and panted as the kobold's soft feet stroked up and down his leaking cock, making the foreskin roll over the shiny head.

"Mmmf, you like humans, don't you? Is that why you've done so much to try to seduce me lately?" His hips began rocking as he looked down at the kobold, eyes running over every inch of Boners' shamelessly exposed body.

Boners stopped massaging Reinhardt's cock with his feet and instead slid them up his thighs and against his knees, kneading on the muscle as if he was walking on his legs. The knight was slowly made to spread his legs open wide, his turgid cock hanging over the kobold's pecker like a hammer to fall. Boners slid his hand along his own slick member and tugged his sheath down all the way to the hilt, and then dug his fingers under that loose, puffy skin to grope himself around the base of his penis. He pulled up his hand and milked a copious dollop of clear precum out of his rigid cock. Reinhardt found it hard to resist the sight, and his grip around his manhood grew tighter as his stroking became faster. The kobold matched his pace in their mutual masturbation.

"I'm not seducing you, I'm just enjoying our friendship together," he huffed.

"This... isn't exactly a part of human friendship..."

Reinhardt groaned and panted, playing with his own foreskin a little. Pushing his finger inside to rub over the sensitive ridge of his cock, and then pulling it back to completely expose the head. His other hand went down to grasp and squeeze his own low-hanging balls, feeling over the full, heavy orbs.

"Although this... isn't bad," he muttered as he continued pleasuring himself along with the kobold. "Nnngh... Boners..."

He stared down at the little creature, watching as Boners played with himself. The kobold's strange form was exotically enticing, as he had shamefully found out during that night before. Boners felt himself coming near to climax and paused, panting on the floor until the feeling resided somewhat. He made the knight stop by lifting his foot on his hand, nudging it to pry it off that meaty, throbbing cock pole. He prodded Reinhardt's testicles with that sinewy appendage, slid it under them and bounced them on top of his toes.

"Hey Rein, turn on your belly. I'm going to show something really nice to you, okay?" His ears were perky and honest, but his face had a sly look to it.

Reinhardt stared down at the kobold for a long moment, and then grunted. Despite everything he was still suspicious of the kobold's intentions--he trusted the kobold not to stab his back, but playing a prank on him was a very real possibility in his mind--but Reinhardt was confident that he could put a stop to anything the kobold had in mind if he did not like it. Slowly the knight rolled over on his stomach on the bed and rested his chin on his arms. The taut muscles of his back flexed a little as he settled himself, and then he waited motionlessly.

Boners got up to eat out his ass like a three course meal. He stretched Reinhardt's firm buttocks to expose his pink anus among the thicket of curly hair, and then gave his ass crack a long, slow lick starting all the way from his scrotum. Reinhardt jerked as he felt the kobold's strong tongue work its way over his nethers, but the small creature would not relent. He lapped at the knight's backside forcefully like a thirsty dog, at first dry licks absorbed by his hair but soon he worked up a lather spreading a growing sensation of moistness across the muscular ass. Boners made a snorting noise and spat on his pucker, drool mingling with snot slipping along the ass crack like a warm snail. The kobold slurped the gooey slug back into his mouth and sloshed it around, then pressed his lips on Reinhardt's anus and let it out again. He licked the pucker's rim at first spreading the mucus, then poked the center with the tip of his tongue, giving it a quick probing dart. As he worked the kobold made moaning noises, savoring the human's natural taste.

"Ahhhh! Wh-wha...! Nnnn...!" Reinhardt squirmed on the bed at the foreign, though not unpleasant sensations that rocked through him. His cock pulsed, trapped beneath his stomach and spreading a slowly-growing stain onto the sheets. The knight even bit down on his wrist to muffle his moans of pleasure as the kobold's hot, wet tongue caressed his backside and tightly-puckered hole. "Stop that, it's... d-disgusting... ahhhh..." His face burned, and he let out a gasp as Boners began trying to wriggle his tongue past the tight ring of his anus. "Bythegods..."

Boners started sucking on the pucker like suckling on a teat, its soft flesh being ever so slightly pulled outwards. His probing tongue slipped in past the first sphincter and into the man's insides, wiggling as it slid in. He had to stop to spit out ass hair sticking to his tongue, but he returned with even greater interest to the tight hole, working the tip of his index fingers inside, first one followed by the second. Boners tested the opening by tugging it gently, opening a brief glimpse to the man's pink rectum. He gulped down the ass scented saliva dribbling from his lips and spoke, breathless from the ferocity of his own arousal.

"Hey Rein, let's have sex like men do?" He leaned in again to lick the hole quivering along Reinhardt's rapid breathing.

"Nnngh! I... don't know how..." He kept his face buried in his arms as it burned with shame. "...And I thought I told you men aren't supposed to do that together," he muttered.

True, he had.... taken one of the bat creatures under Boners' egging, but that was due to being caught up in the heat of the moment. Now, here, alone with the kobold… He grunted as his anus closed down around the kobold's probing tongue. Boners slid his hand between Reinhardt's legs and started milking his cock with slow, steady pulls. The kobold's clawed hand around his cock felt arousing, and the tugging persistent, yet he would not let the human cum, stopping just short of climaxing only to continue a moment later, without rest or mercy.

"Come on Rein, be a good boy, my cock is aching too..." He sounded needy yet amused at the same time.

“N-no, I can't!"

Reinhardt panicked and scrambled to turn around, then pushed the kobold down on the floor with his leg. The impish creature stared at him unamused but did not resist, choosing not to dislodge the foot resting on his heaving chest.

“I'm, I'm sorry… but I just can't. Not this way, it's too much for me..." The knight was flustered, his face red from both arousal and embarrassment. He felt as if he had let down the kobold somehow, even though the smaller male had been the one that been so forward with his actions.

“Ffffine..." Boners huffed and rolled his eyes. “Have it your way, then. You humans sure do have some weird hang-ups about sex!"

Without another word Boners lifted his leg to Reinhardt's crotch, and touched his rock hard erection with his foot again, but gently this time. He kneaded the needy cock softly, pressing it against the man's hairy belly and grinded it slowly up and down. Reinhardt gasped and sat still, feeling his throbbing stiffness being massaged and teased, his precum soaked foreskin squelching as it was stretched back and forth by the kobold's persistent attentions. At the same time Boners shifted the foot from his chest onto his own sex, and encouraged the man to pleasure him in the same manner. His pink cock slid smoothly between Reinhardt's toes, slick from the sex juices that had been pooling under the skin of his hairy sheath. The manly smell of cock musk lingered in the air as the two males moaned and panted, locked in the pleasures of mutual masturbation, each giving and receiving in turn in an ouroboros of sexual lust.

It did not take long to drive Reinhardt over the edge. He groaned as he climaxed, arching his back, and shot his load over the kobold's belly and chest. Several gooey strands of human cum spurted out of his cock, raining on the smaller male and landing in warm pearly globs. Boners followed suit, adding his kobold seed to the sticky mess on his body, covering it with criss cross patterns with the product of his own testicles. Smiling and panting he ran his hand over himself, smearing the strongly smelling concoction on himself, and squelched it between his fingers before licking them one by one.

Realizing what he had just done Reinhardt flushed into an even deeper shade of red, and jumped onto his feet, stammering. “I-uh-I-I should get dressed!"

Boners laid back on the floor without any hurry in the world, savoring the afterglow of his orgasm and looked amusedly at the knight as he paced back and forth in the room in search of his clothing. He continued to smear the mixture of their cumshots onto his fur, working it into his skin, sniffing and tasting it.

“You go ahead, it'll take me a while to get cleaned up. I'm sure they'll be serving our breakfast as we speak…" He twirled his perky nipples idly, giving them a coating of semen as he did so.

“Oh! Right! Of course, the breakfast. That's why I'm in hurry, obviously." Reinhardt did not make eye contact with the kobold at his feet. He adjusted his improperly buttoned shirt, then hurried to the door.

“I'll see you soon...Rein." The kobold smiled and chuckled as the knight shut the door behind him.

Once alone Boners sighed and stretched lazily like a cat, then rose up slowly. The cum had started to dry on his fur, making it shaggy again like bad hair gel. He sniffed it, enjoying being marked by the musky smell of their combined malehoods, and then started dressing himself. The villagers had graciously donated him some old clothes, and he genuinely thought that the brown knee high leather pants with suspenders looked cute on him. He pulled on a loose shirt that was too big for him and patted his belly, still feeling the dampness of his cum soaked hair through the cloth. He saw little need for underwear so he left it folded on a chair, and walked downstairs with his tail wagging happily.

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The morning passed by fairly quickly. Aldous was more than eager to provide a hot breakfast for Reinhardt, and Boners once the kobold finally showed up. Reinhardt kept his head down, ignoring the kobold's still-smug look and Martha's happy chattering as she fluttered about their table, and as Martha cooed about how adorable Boners was and what a good pair they made, he found himself growing less and less willing to join the discussion. After a breakfast of herb sausages, eggs and fresh rolls Aldous filled a long stemmed pipe, and told the two about the lord who ruled over these lands with an iron fist between thoughtful puffs of smoke. Many rumors abounded about the various depravities which occurred in his castle, which perched high on a cliff overlooking the village like a fat buzzard looming over its prey. There were many more rumors about the lord himself, and the monsters he employed to enforce his capricious will. Martha had begun sighing about 'those two poor boys' who had escaped the lord's clutches, and Boners and Reinhardt shared a look.

Martha did not need coaxing to start telling about the two fugitives living in their village. They had been taken by the lord as exotic pets, but had managed to escape together and had since lived among the villagers. A lizardman and a minotaur, they had at first made villagers uneasy but at the same time villagers could not but help feel sympathy towards those two lost and far away from their homelands, and over the time they had won over the hearts of the townsfolk. Now they lived together in a small cottage at the edge of town with Hark the minotaur tending crops and Resa the lizard doing whatever he did, Martha was not sure. Resa was more of a trickster and goof-off than a farmer, but he was cheery and well liked nevertheless. Hearing that made Boners nod--no small wonder he was accepted by these people since they had become accustomed to other castaways showing up in their town.

Reinhardt, on the other hand was a little more wary. He had heard tales of the expeditions into the western lands, and the savage bull men that had attacked caravan and cavalry alike. It seemed out of character for one of those warmongering brutes to settle into a pastoral life like this. The lizardman, on the other hand, was completely unfamiliar to the human. Martha however seemed more than willing to vouch for both of them, and it had not taken much to connect the dots between the lord who ruled over this village, and the lord One-Tooth Jack had spoken of. If they could learn more about the creatures that had attempted to capture them, and their mysterious master, then perhaps they would be able to recover their stolen supplies and Boners's research notes too.

After Martha had collected their plates and scraps left them Boners leaned over the table. "Let's pay a visit to them. If they know how to get out of the castle, they know how to get in."

Reinhardt nodded after some consideration. "It would be best to gather as much information as we can. I'll be ready to leave as soon as you've washed."

Boners licked his palm and smoothed down the hair on top of his head. "I'm good already, see?" He laughed and hopped down from the bench he was sitting on.

Reinhardt blushed when he realized how cute Boners looked in that loose white shirt with much too long sleeves and knee high leather pants with suspenders, a combination that accentuated his boyish charms and made the knight's heart flutter.

"Besides," Boners grinned slyly, "you already gave me quite the bath earlier this morning..."

"Shh!" Reinhardt looked over to Aldous and Martha. Thankfully, the tavernmaster was busy checking his barrels of ale for leaks, and Marth was humming brightly as she scrubbed at their plates. He scowled at the kobold, cheeks growing even warmer.

"Alright, suit yourself." Boners stood with a stretch, thanking both Aldous and Martha for the meal, and then turned to stalk toward the tavern door.

The walk through the village was pleasant. It was a small but prosperous community, the streets lined with tidy little buildings with people working in their shops or farms. The houses were mostly wooden ones with whitewashed walls, and had two floors with sharp, angular roofs built to withstand heavy snow. Apparently the ruthless tyrant ruling over this community with an iron fist was quite lax about the tyranny part, and left the people on their own for most of the time. It did not take long for Boners and Reinhardt to arrive at the edge of the town where a small hut with thatched roof stood. It was surrounded by a low fence, and someone had planted flowers in its front yard, small white stars blooming in the early spring. There was no smoke coming from the chimney and knocking on the door proved futile--no answer was given.

Boners turned to Reinhardt. "Looks like no-one's home. Should we look around or sneak in?"

"The kobold immediately thinks of sneaking in. I'm so surprised." Reinhardt sighed. "Let's look around back. Perhaps they're out in their fields."

"Hey! I want to sneak in because I'm curious not because I'm a kobold!" Boners said and made a pouty face.

Reinhardt sighed again, not willing to admit that the kobold's pouting was having an effect on him, and reached down to ruffle his head fur a little. "Don't worry about it, just come on."

Behind the little cottage was a path through a copse of trees, leading to a wide, open hillside. A field had been plowed there, the black earth freshly turned and smelling of rich soil. At its far end a large creature was tilling the ground, unaware of the duo watching him. It was the minotaur, tall and imposing figure easily a head taller than Reinhardt, wide shoulders and stocky feet ending in hooves. He had a black hide covered in short, coarse hair, with a longer lock of hair on top of his head hiding his eyes. A pair of short horns jutted sideways from his temples, and under them were large floppy ears. He had ditched his shirt, revealing his muscular torso and bulging pecs, glistening from sweat that meant he must have been working from the early hours of dawn. His long face ended in big, flaring nostrils with a thick steel band piercing them like some common beast of burden, but his dark brown eyes had a gentle, soulful look in them in stark contrast with his brutish appearance. He stopped and wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, then knuckled the small of his back and surveyed his handiwork looking pleased with himself.

Reinhardt stared, wide-eyed. He had heard the reports and accounts of the bull men, of course. But he had not realized just how large and muscular they could get. Boners stood next to him and waved at the large creature, hollering at him.

"Hey, you're the guy we want to see!"

The minotaur looked surprised and looked around, then pointed a finger towards his chest, emoting 'me?' Reinhardt was broken out of his thoughts by the kobold's shouting, and nodded while waving the minotaur over as well. The big guy nodded back at them in confirmation and started lumbering towards them, leaving deep hoof prints in the soft clay squelching under his heavy feet. Up close he was even more intimidating, like a sheer cliffside of muscle towering over the duo. Reinhardt's face reached up just to his sternum, and his broad shoulders were almost twice as wide as the human's. His biceps bulged like grapefruit, distinct round lumps under his skin, and his calves and thighs were equally impressive. He had a sharp animal smell lingering to him reminding Reinhardt of stables, musty and salty as the rivulets of sweat running along his pecs and abs.

"Uh, hi? I'm sorry to bother you," the beast spoke, his voice deep and masculine, rumbling from his chest low as a bellowing bull yet still with a soft and servile intonation.

Reinhardt blinked, and quickly shook his head. "On the contrary, we're sorry for interrupting your work." He tried not to breathe too deeply of the beast's smell, but, shamefully, not because it was unpleasant. "We had a few questions that we wanted to ask you." He stared up at the minotaur's face, both intimidated and awed by the bull man, only his strict training letting him keep up his mask of stern neutrality.

The minotaur scratched his cheek, the digits on his hand as thick as sausages, and looked uneasy. His fingernails were tough yet looked worn, cracked from hard work.

"I'm not very good at answers, but I'll try my best..." His eyes widened. "Oh! Sorry! I'm called Hark! I live here, and my friend too! He's not here now, he's supposed to be getting my meal from the tavern keeper. I like him very much, but he's not very dependable… sorry!"

Reinhardt and Boners shared another look.

"I am Reinhardt, and my companion is called Boners. A pleasure to meet you, Hark." After a few wary moments, Reinhardt extended his hand to the minotaur.

Hark hesitated, hovering his right hand in the air for a moment before extending it straight up and clasping his meaty paw around the knight's hand. The skin of his palm was tough and leathery, but his grip was very light, as if holding a baby chick--the minotaur had apparently learned that humans were far more fragile than they looked. He gave Reinhardt's hand a textbook shake, straight out of an etiquette manual, and then proceeded to pet Boners on the head giving him two awkward pats. With the formalities satisfactorily concluded he stood back and waited in silence with a blank look.

"Oh! Sorry! This is the part where you ask me questions next. Go ahead, please!"

"Right." Reinhardt cleared his throat, and looked the minotaur over. "We've heard about the lord who rules over this village, and we've heard that you and your... friend... are fugitives from his castle. We wanted to know if there was anything more you could tell us about him."

Hark looked aside and scratched the back of his head. "Ah, that. I was hoping you wouldn't ask about that..." His voice trailed off, then came back, soft and quiet, "...but I guess there's no helping about it. Let's sit in the shade, it's a long story." He pointed towards the treeline and some large boulders over there.

When they had settled down Hark cleared his throat and leaned on his knees, having trouble deciding where to start--perhaps there was no spot in his tale that did not leave him embarrassed? Just as he was about to start a rustling noise could be heard from the woods, and suddenly a lithe creature leaped on his back to hug him!

"Rawr! Sneak attack!" The creature began to nibble on one of Hark's flicking ears, its arms and legs wrapping tightly around the minotaur's chest.

Reinhardt shifted back, his hand instinctively going to his hip for a weapon. But after a few moments, he realized that the minotaur was... laughing? And so was the thin, scaly creature assaulting him.

"Nooo, not in front of strangers..." The minotaur squirmed and blushed as the lizard pinched and squeezed his thick, black nipples.

"Strangers?" The little creature's head plopped onto Hark's broad shoulder, tapered and triangular with wide, bright, slit-pupiled eyes. He grinned when he spotted the two sitting before Hark and staring. "Well hey there! Name's Resa, what about you?"

Reinhardt introduced himself promptly, but Boners made a face like he had smelled ripe cheese. "Ugh, I didn't expect to see a cave lizard here."

Reinhardt looked over to Boners. "Cave lizard...?"

"Kobold." Boners made the air quotes with his fingers.

Resa huffed, sticking his long, sinuous tongue out at Boners. "No need to be like that, doggy."

"...Kobold." Reinhardt looked between the lizard, and the kobold sitting next to him. "...I'm going to need an explanation."

"Translation error, or gods having a sick sense of humor. It's obvious we're nothing alike!" Boners sounded unusually exasperated.

Hark opened his mouth. "Back where I come from, kobolds are small and scaly. Sorry."

"Hmm, in human lands we've never heard of the scaly kind of kobold... Do you live in caves and mine, Resa?"

"Yup! Sure do! Minerals, gems, you name it, we gots it!"

"See? They're stealing our Thing!" Boners shook his arms. “They get into all kinds of weird nonsense and besmirch the good name of kobolds everywhere! Just because they're called the same! It's copyright infringement!"

"Hey, and what about you? Being all weird and hairy. At least we can work in the mines without having to soak for the next twenty hours! And we were here first, so there!"

Reinhardt just shared a long look with Hark. "Alright, that's enough, both of you."

Boners crossed his arms and furrowed his brows. "Yeah we've had enough of him, he can go now." He stood his ground and refused to look at Reinhardt or Resa, like a petulant child.

Resa crawled up to sit of Hark's shoulders, crossing his arms and looking imperiously down at Boners. "I'm staying right here, so nyeh," sticking his tongue out again.

Reinhardt cleared his throat. "I'm sorry about Boners."

The little lizard waved a hand. "No worries, no worries. All doggies are like that. So!" His bright smile was back. "What can we do ya for?"

Boners tugged at Reinhardt's sleeve and spoke under his breath. "Kneel for a bit, you're too tall for me to climb on you otherwise. Come on!"

Reinhardt stared down at the kobold. "You're not climbing on me."

"Come oooon! You're my bodyguard right? You have to do what I say. You're making me look bad in front of him! "

"Alright, alright, just stop whining..." With a sigh, Reinhardt moved down enough for Boners to begin clambering onto him.

Boners got on top of the knight and squeezed the human's head between his plump thighs firmly, then motioned for him to stand up. Reinhardt rose with some awkward swaying, for his kobold was rather heavy for his size, but managed to stay balanced in the end. He could not help thinking about Boners's crotch rubbing against his neck as his weight pressed on his shoulders like a heavy sack of sand. Boners steadied himself by placing his paws on the human's head and felt very, very satisfied with himself.

"So there!"

Resa just rolled his eyes and hissed softly.

"Anyway…" Reinhardt continued, “we were just asking Hark if he could tell us anything more about the lord of these lands, since..."

"...Oh." Resa looked to Hark. "...Are you sure you're okay to tell them...?"

Hark shrugged his shoulders, bouncing his lizard. "I don't like it, but it's fair to give them a warning." He coughed and started talking with a steady voice, sounding more like someone reading instructions aloud than telling a story.

"The castle is a dangerous trap. Not because of guards or monsters, but because of what it does to you. Many are taken there against their will, but soon few want to leave. The lord is cruel but charming too, and he twists you around and makes you his plaything." He looked down with sad eyes. "In truth I think we managed to escape not because of our skill, but because the lord grew bored of us."

Resa wrapped an arm around around Hark's massive head, trying to comfort the minotaur as well as he could.

Reinhardt looked to the two men. "...How did you two escape?"

Resa looked downward. "One time, after the lord's guards were... done with me, they left me untied. I managed to slip away, and found an old passage that I could hide in."

Hark nodded. "Large part of the castle is abandoned and in poor repair, and the guards are lax. It is easy to slip through if you get the timing right. But that is just the easy part though. Getting away is much harder, because of the lord's bat creatures. They are fierce and keener to hunt than any bloodhound."

As they were speaking Hark started to unfold a small bundle Resa had brought that contained his meal. There was bread and a chunk of cheese in it, but the minotaur seemed disappointed.

"Resa, where's my favorite jam? I can't eat bread and cheese without jam. Please fetch it from home?"

The lizard nodded happily and bolted into the woods again "I'll be back in a flash!"

After he was gone Hark turned towards Reinhardt and Boners. "I'm sorry that I lied, but I don't actually require the jam. Cheese is just as delicious without it as with it. I just didn't want him to hear what I tell you next."

He sighed. "I remember when I first brought to the castle... I was captured by slavers, and bought by the lord's agents. When I arrived I was told that they were having a ball, and that I was the main course! Naturally I was terrified by what they meant by that, but I would find out soon. I was stripped naked and bound into a lewd position, on my knees with my wrists tied to my ankles. I was carried to a large hall with lots of people in the middle of a masquerade, and put on the table as a centerpiece, but before that some strange brew raising my lust was given to me. They were told that I was free to be used, to be fondled and groped."

"That night not an inch of my body was left untouched. Hands squeezed my buttocks and between my legs, my chest and arms, teasing and milking...and I couldn't resist. I didn't want to resist."

Hark shook his head. "Even now I sometimes look back, and feel a desire to return. To be used. The castle is not a place, it is a drug!"

Reinhardt stared at the bull man for a long time, not knowing what to say. He had never imagined that the depravities the villagers spoke of could be so thorough and shameful. Again, the thought of returning to the capital city, raising an army to bring this lord and his creatures to justice brimmed to his mind--but no one would even give them the time of day if they did not have some sort of proof. If they returned from their expedition empty handed and disgraced.

Hark shrugged. "Why do you think the villagers stay here instead of trying to flee? Wear a mask, slip away in the middle of night… no-one can tell it was you afterwards."

For a moment, Reinhardt felt sick. "...I'm sorry." There did not seem to be anything else to say.

"Well, it's a fair warning. Do not worry about getting in, worry about getting out."

"Right... right." Reinhardt looked to Hark. "I don't want to ask your help for that, but we need someone who knows the surrounding land. The best possible escape routes..."

At that moment Resa came trotting back, holding a jar clutched in the grip of his prehensile tail. "Here you go, Hark! Martha let me have the entire jar!"

Hark clapped his hands. "Let's have a break at our place, what you say? There's plenty to go around!" He rose up and extended his arm to his right, and almost on cue Resa leapt up on it, hanging from it like from a monkey bar.

He turned to look at Reinhardt and Boners. "We know the surrounding land and can guide you through it, but as for coming into the castle...I'm sorry but no. Not going to happen."

"We understand." Reinhardt nodded, trying to balance Boners on his shoulders as he followed the pair. He eventually had to grasp onto the kobold's ankles to keep him in place.

"Wait, what?" Resa looked from Hark to Reinhardt, tilting his head.

"Don't you worry about it, just bad memories. It was long ago!" Hark grabbed Resa to hug him, but the quick lizard slipped away and clambered on top of him, perching on top of his head and holding him by the horns.

"Haha I hate old stuff!" the lizard laughed and egged on the minotaur to walk faster.

Accepting hospitality from these two seemed safe to Reinhardt, but there was no telling what would happen between the four of them in that cozy hut of theirs--especially when Boners seemed to be in a sour mood. He sat heavily on the knight's shoulders, arms crossed and glaring silently at Resa. Reinhardt sighed. The hairy, warm thighs clasping around his head were making him sweat, and with dripping sweat making Boners's fur moist the smell of cum had started to linger around him. All the knight could hope for was that their hosts would not notice, or at least be tactful enough not to mention it. It would be a long day ahead for his dignity, denial, and pride!

(TO BE CONTINUED…)