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Kipp hoisted the basket over his shoulder again, readjusting its weight on his back as he carefully navigated the warren's tunnels. The smoothly-hewn walls were just big enough for a kobold his size, but the overloaded reed basket made some spots a little difficult to squeeze through while keeping the container from ripping on the ceiling and spilling its cargo. He dropped it a second time to shuffle sideways through a crevice before turning back and carefully tugging the basket out along with him into a much larger stone hallway. Taking a moment to catch his breath, the kobold cocked his head toward the echoing, muffled sounds coming from down the great hall and twisted his muzzle in a bemused grin.

Immediately he shouldered the basket again and trotted toward the commotion, his toe claws clicking on the tiled floor as he ran. The noise started off muffled at first, soft, constant buzzing echoing against the more finely-crafted cave walls, then grew into recognizable if not indistinguishable moans. By the time Kipp had rounded the corner he could already pick out who was having their turn at the moment. Marble's voice was light, yet snarly. Sazz's unmistakable lisp was calling out unflattering words in Under Draconic and both were rhythmically panting along with the steady and rapid slaps that began swelling the stone hall that Kipp hobbled down. The kobold licked his lips and picked up his pace a little while awkwardly adjusting the loincloth tenting out from his hips as he struggled to keep the basket steady.

By the time he had arrived at the grand entrance of the chamber jutting out from the hallway Kipp's nose was on fire with intense smells. At least a dozen, dozen different scents, all kobold, spilled out into the hallway along with the mixed moans and chittering growls of the two kobolds at work. A third, more muffled and tired voice was now able to be distinguished from the stream of noise and Kipp poked his head in eagerly with a swish of his thick, stubby tail as he stared intently into the room.

The chamber had been nicely cut out of the hard earth and rock millennia ago by hands much more careful than kobolds' and even the steady march of time had done little to wear down the main architecture of the room. Large slab steps were cut directly into the rock in a colosseum pattern all around the circular room, each about a meter deep and tall and providing ample space for the audience of kobolds sitting and lounging about. At the center was a smooth platform whose purpose none of the kobolds cared to identify but proved useful for the current activity taking place. The platform had been set comfortably with several pelts and even one of the softer straw mats to take the edge off of the stone and provide a semi-reasonable bed for the kobolds and their guest.

Sure enough, Marble and Sazz were perched up on the main stage, the smaller kobold's crooked tail twitching as he rocked his hips into the spread, furry thighs before him. Sazz's eyepatch-clad muzzle pointed intently down at the third participant as he arched himself into a round, upturned muzzle. The other kobolds were strewn about the room in various states of repose. Some watched intently with cock in hand, steadily stroking and waiting for their next turn. Others completely reclined in quick, light naps, still nude but worn out (at least for the moment). Still more were somewhere in the middle, awake and quietly chattering with one another as they watched the show, draconic members only just starting to perk at the thought of their next turn.

Grizzle stood off to the side, his back to Kipp but fully aware of the smaller kobold's presence. The shaman watched intently as Marble finally shuddered and cried out, his hips bearing down on the larger figure and his tail and hips wiggling with delight. There was a momentary groan of fatigued lust that mingled with Marble's orgasmic screech, but it was quickly silenced when Sazz clamped both hands around the short muzzle wrapped around his length and dropped his mouth open in a tongue-lulling growl of guttural pleasure. So close to the action, Kipp trembled as he could practically hear the thick, oozing shots of deceptively heavy kobold seed filling the larger form from both sides as a collective cheer sang from nearly every conscious kobold in attendance. Grizzle even cracked a smile before turning a half glance toward the basket-wielding dragonkin near the doorway.

"Hurry hurry. Do not stand and gape, show." the older kobold's voice cut through the others' cleanly and demanded obedience that Kipp could never deny.

He scampered forward, planting the basket in front of him. Grizzle inspected it for damage as all the while Kipp's eyes were locked on the display at the center of the room. Both kobolds simultaneously withdrew from the larger humanoid, a fresh load of grey-white seed drooling down the otter's rear and out from around his muzzle onto the straw mat in a seeping puddle, the otter's body splaying out across the platform with a look of utter exhaustion. His equipment and clothes had been stripped from him the moment he had been subdued and his pack and weapons spirited away to the clan's treasure horde before he was brought to the open room for the night's event. Grizzle let the young kobold stare at the scene, the tented loincloth doing little to hide the youth's interest, and rifled through the basket's contents. His muzzle curled in an ever-increasing grin as he reached in deep, up to his elbow, and withdrew a bright red mushroom.

"Good find! Kipp is very observant." the shaman mused, knowing full well he was largely talking to himself.

As quickly as Marble and Sazz had plopped back from the furry person, several more scampered up to take their place. Bickering erupted from the center of the room as several kobolds (and their twitching erections) jockeyed for a position at the otter's head and thighs. Grizzle chuckled at the yammering and carefully approached, red mushroom in hand as the large figure moaned something in a sloppy, drowsy language. The scuffling lasted only a moment more when Grizzle cleared his throat, five horny kobolds barely managing to restrain themselves as the elder dragonkin scooped up a wooden mortar and pestle set just off to the side of the stage. He ground the red fungus into a fine, gooey paste as he shooed some of his eager kin away from the dazed otter and stood tall and authoritative.

"Another step closer!" Grizzle crowed, holding the bowl in the air above the larger humanoid's head, "Trust in Nazzarak! Make the vessel good and full!"

Another organized cheer rang from the other kobolds as Grizzle lowered the bowl to the otter's lips and tilted it. The furry male made an unhappy noise as the red mush pressed to his lips but Grizzle was not beyond prying the otter's tired muzzle open with his slim fingers to force the simple concoction down. The otter gurgled, red paste staining his cheek fur as he raised a weary hand to grab at the bowl, but enough had been fed to the warren's captive that he merely tilted it deeper to his lips rather than push it away. He shuddered momentarily, muzzle clenching shut as soon as the elder kobold let him and his thick tail nearly swept the other kobold suitors off the pedestal as he thrashed momentarily on the furs.

As the mushroom ran its course through the large male, Grizzle was already undoing his ceremonial loincloth. The various pouches, small bones, and long, sharp teeth that lined the elaborate leather braids clattered as they settled on the stone dais and the older kobold growled as he planted his impressive, plumping shaft across the otter's lips. The concoction was beginning to take hold on the larger figure in a short amount of time as he tilted his head slightly and let the kobold's tip brush past his parted lips to his messy, cum-stained chin. Grizzle smirked and reached out, grabbing one of the mammal's stiffening nipples with a teasing pinch as he steadily roused himself against the otter's gasping lips.

The group that had stopped to watch the elder's actions from between the male's legs quickly broke out into a more fevered squabble, punches and bites being exchanged as each horny kobold vied for the otter's other drooling hole. Grizzle let out a decisive snort that caught the group's attention before nodding back behind them. Confused, the kobolds all looked back toward Kipp, his eyes wide and his own modest erection being palmed in his scaly hand. For a moment he too looked behind himself before blinking back with surprise.

"Nazzarak rewards hard work! Rewards good-thinkers! You are next to fill vessel with seed!" Grizzle demanded smoothly even as he guided his cock against the otter's lips.

The older kobold was a good deal larger than almost any other in the room, both in size and endowment. His fat, semi-ribbed length covered most of the otter's face as the "vessel" eagerly ran his smooth tongue up Grizzle's shaft. His mind was clouded if not completely overcast with lust as he suckled and kissed at the underside of the kobold's tip, whimpering at the warm, tasty drool of pre that ran down its length and into his fur. The other kobolds caviled quietly among themselves, a few even lingering to test the shaman's patience, but all were stared down by the insistent glare of their leader and Kipp ushered forward once again toward the stage.

Kipp stepped up onto the platform and gazed longingly between the otter's spread legs. The mammal's hips were already starting to swell a bit, accenting his already feminine build as the other ingredients Grizzle had fed him had slowly done their work. His manhood was still in place, erect and twitching as the otter impatiently suckled the older kobold's cock into his lips, a muffled hum of delight rumbling the shaman's throat. Cum still continued to flow from the otter's rump in a slow, lazy trickle and Kipp pressed the underside of his own cock up against the mess, feeling his warren-brothers' work smear against him.

Grizzle let the younger kobold gawk and gape as he pleased, his hands moving down to tilt the otter's head back over the edge of the stone and guide his throbbing cock into the captive's mouth. His lips parted easily, long since forgetting resistance as the kobold eased his twitching cock past the wet, snug lips. Grizzle better understood the ceremony in which he and the others took part and made sure to take his time enjoying the otter's muzzle with steady, deep motions of his hips and slow, raking caresses with his clawed fingers across the otter's chest. Muffled, gurgling moans escaped from around the kobold's member as he buried it balls deep into the suckling lips, purposefully holding it there as Grizzle braced a clawed hand against the furry captive's throat. He glanced up and watched Kipp finally moving himself into position, the seed of countless others offering plenty of lubrication for the younger kobold to slip in as well.

Kipp shuddered as his length was engulfed by the otter's rear, squeezed tight and welcomed further in with a sensation unlike anything his scaly body had ever encountered before. More warm seed leaked out around him as he pushed himself deep into the otter's hole, hands gripping the ample hips before him as he slid himself forward until his body met the sticky mess that was the larger male's rump. The male's walls squeezed him, invited him in and for a moment it was all the kobold could do to keep himself from finishing right there. Everything was hot, slick, and gooey around his member and he let out a heavy moan to show it. The scent of his warren-brother's seed assaulted his nose when he dared to tug his hips back and the intensity of so much spent lust threatened to overwhelm the dragonkin's focus.

More kobolds around the area began to chitter to each other, the display of Grizzle leading the latest coupling spurring some to wake any who were still dozing. The old kobold carefully controlled his thrusts, letting the horny otter do most of the work for him as his grip on the mammal's neck tightened, feeling the thick, ribbed shaft that bulged out the gurgling, slurping otter's neck. His hips moved with steady, purposeful motions, tapping his full, scaly sack against the otter's nose as he murmured a quiet prayer to the group's deity. He glanced up only when his words were complete and saw the frantic pace Kipp was using to fuck the squirming otter and let out a disapproving bark.

"Patience! Control!" the shaman hissed, claws teasing through the otter's fur on reflex and earning a muffled gag from the captive's messy lips, "Move slow to feel your brothers' seed. Control your ache. Give your offering with me, young one."

Kipp had come to a trembling stop, hugging his hips into the sloppy chaos that laid between the otter's thighs but he marked every word from the elder with careful consideration. He watched Grizzle's hips slowly move again, eyeing the rhythm the kobold kept in fucking their vessel's throat and lips. The sight made him throb inside of the otter but he bit his lip and endeavored to match the shaman's pace.

Together both kobolds languished in the otter's presented body, cocks stuffing both sides of the writhing male who wouldn't have begged them to stop if he could of even wanted to. The otter had done so at first, but that was many hours and many mushrooms of varying colors ago and now the only noise the hungry mammal made was the sloppy suction of lips worshiping Grizzle's hard pole. Many of the kobolds in attendance now drew closer, coming down from the vaulted steps one at a time to get a better look, but still keeping clear of the dais itself. Throbbing members were in every hand and a murmuring chant spilled from the congregation's lips.

"Naz-za-rak... Naz-za-rak..."

The shaman welcomed being bathed in their god's name and closed his eyes, increasing his pace in time with the crowd's growing ferocity. Kipp only just barely kept up, distracted by the otter's leaking length slapping him in the chest as he leaned in for a better position. He couldn't tell if the scent of the otter had been overwhelmed by the other males' seed or if the larger male's musk was starting to match that of a kobold's decadent perfume. Either way the ritual was sure to be working and the young kobold scrabbled his toes along the stone steps to push himself deeper and harder against the otter's rear.

"Naz-za-rak!... Naz-za-rak!..."

The chanting continued, growing to a chaos of noise that finally drowned out the sloppy smack of hips thrusting against rear and lips. Grizzle had finally broken his muzzle in a steady pant, eyes clenched in concentration as he rolled his hips with the congregation's chant. His eyes met Kipp's and he shot the younger kobold a stern look when he saw the desperation in his face. The gaze shot through Kipp's body like ice and he bite his lower lip, closed his eyes, and fought the need to give his own offering to the mammal vessel too soon. As their speed increased, Kipp felt something warm and wet hit his chin, breaking him from his concentration as he looked down and watched the otter writhe and buck on the straw. Steady globs of the mammal's cum shot from the end of his twitching shaft and nearly every one splattered up across Kipp's chest as the otter's hole milked him. On instinct Kipp opened his muzzle and felt the hot splash of the furry person's seed hit the roof of his mouth before closing it with a messy smack and letting a good portion more wash over his chest.

"Naz-za-rak!... Naz-za-rak!... "

The walls of the chamber howled with Under Draconic, the fountain of otter cum only spurring on the crowd as Grizzle carefully parted his lips and caught one of many globules of the larger male's seed on his lips and took careful note of its flavor. Seeming pleased by it, he nodded to Kipp and began grinding his hips firmly onto the otter's face. His scaly balls rested right against the male's nose and tapped it firmly as the elder perched up and began face-fucking the writhing mammal. Kipp matched the depth and speed of the other kobold, the wet squelch of his eager cock stuffing the otter's messy hole growing to ludicrous heights as the kobold's thick tail swayed and kept his rhythm. The surprisingly coordinated chanting of the other kobolds thrummed through Kipp's body and he felt his eyes stuttering closed. He lost himself in the intense warmth and tight squeezing of the otter's snug ass and, unable to take anymore cues from the shaman, gripped the outstretched legs before him and thrust himself home.

A roaring cheer filled the theater and kobolds regardless of energy or refractory period scrambled down the large steps to bounce and thrash about the stage in jubilation. The otter's body jerked as both Grizzle and Kipp's cum sloshed into him, bathing him in warmth from both ends and forcing his mushroom-addled mind to deal with the sensory overload. Thick, sticky seed gurgled out from his lips around the shaman's cock and smeared into his muzzle when the elder kobold's hips slammed into his face, leaving long, gooey trails of pale white seed sticking from his twitching nose to the kobold's low-hanging balls. Kipp's claws dug into the short fur along the mammal's legs as he hugged himself close to the warm, snug tailhole working him over for his own sloppy seed and gave generously to the vessel's depths. Already overfilled many times over, the otter's messy hole gushed with the fresh load of draconic seed surging within even as Kipp kept his crotch buried flush against the furry, sticky cheeks of the drugged male.

Grizzle pulled himself back with an enamored sigh, watching the slight bulge in the otter's throat recess and his tip flip back from the pair of needy lips still rhythmically swallowing around the kobold's shaft. The shaman stared on with amusement as the otter's head tilted back up and pressed desperately against the kobold's underside, diligently lapping every bit of the sticky white seed it could from the elder dragonkin's impressive shaft and carefully cleaning every ribbed inch for the elder's musky cum. One of Kipp's feet slipped on the increasingly-flooded dais and he refused to fight gravity as he landed with a heavy splat against the otter's belly, pinning the large, messy otter cock under him as it continued its needy leaking. Immediately half a dozen clawed hands pulled the light-headed kobold from his slumped position and extracted his half-hard cock from the tight confines of the warm, furry rump with a satisfying slurp that sent a new gooey wave of thick kobold seed spilling onto the mat and off onto the steps.

Grizzle smirked as he watched several of his kin tug Kipp back and carry him to the nearest stone step, laying him out and setting about cleaning him chest to knees with their slick, serpentine tongues before burying the dizzy kobold in a pile of tonguing, groping, and eventual penetration. Two more heads appeared over the edge of the dais and suckled the otter's own length clean in record time while a third buried his snout under the otter's fuzzy sack and gave him a cursory rimming as well. The shaman smiled and leaned down gently poking a few seemingly important areas along the otter's chest and shoulder before stepping back and sweeping up his things from the stone stage. He saw the eagerness in the otter's eyes and caught a flash of deep crimson seeping in from the whites of the glossy, lust-driven orbs as he stared back desperately toward the shaman's crotch. The vision was broken when the next lucky kobold scrambled up in the elder's place and placed a leaking, musky cock to the otter's lips before pumping throat-deep without delay.

Pleased with his work, and himself, Grizzle carefully adjusted his loincloth and totems back around his hips before taking a seat at the lowest step opposite Kipp. The younger kobold was being mauled almost as ferociously as the otter, although his six groping, slurping, and humping friends were dwarfed the dozens more rabid suitors now desperately vying for their position on the main attraction. The shaman leered over the procession and reclined back along the comfortable stone slab. No more mushrooms were needed. No more interruptions. The ritual was all but complete.

Tember groggily opened his eyes at the sound of feet shuffling about him. He sat up slowly as his head swam with what felt like mud slowing sloshing around. His eyes strained to focus on his surroundings as blurry shadows casually milled and scurried around him but the dim light bounced in and out of focus faster than he could discern. He realized when he tried to move his legs that they had been weighed down by several snoring kobolds, piled on top of his own scaly form and cuddling each other with broad grins (at least from what the kobold could see). For a moment Tember took in his surroundings with head-throbbing confusion. His vision steadily cleared and for a moment he watched the other kobolds gathering up personal belongings, yammering at each other, and beginning to clear out of the underground colosseum. He scratched the side of his snout before barely managing to tug his legs free from the dozing bodies on top of him, his hand catching empty air behind him as Tember was sent tumbling backwards down the stone dais at the center of the room.

He landed upside down at the base of the small steps with an uncomfortable grunt, his head throbbing and his backside drooping forward until his fell flat against the cold, smooth ground. A gentle, aged hand braced on his shoulder and helped Tember back to his feet with surprising effectiveness. His fatigue diminished and his head emptied of the groggy dreams that still lingered in his consciousness. He turned to see the shaman beaming with a toothy kobold grin.

"Pleasant awakening, young Tember." the elder dragonkin purred, placing a small pack into the brown-scaled kobold's hands, "You are good, yes? You are well, yes?"

Names rolled around the kobold's head like marbles in a clay pot, but eventually he relented to the situation. His name was Tember, he was a kobold. This elder kobold was the shaman, Grizzle, first chosen of the great Nazzarak. And Tember needed to get to work.

"Where... do I go?" the kobold tentatively spoke in smooth, guttural Under Draconic as he instinctively opened the pack and took out a small, simple loincloth, tying it around his waist.

"Upper tunnels. Trap setting and mushroom picking." Grizzle smiled, making a motion toward the vomitorium of the chamber where a single kobold stood out from the masses making their exit,.

The immobile kobold perked at being seen and waved both of his arms toward Tember, a large wicker basket strapped to his back and bouncing with the kobold's excitement.

"Kipp will show you the way."