Malliath's Cursed Belt

Story by seraphls on SoFurry

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A treasure-hungry kobold goes on a dungeon crawl in the catacombs below a ruined manor once famous for its debauchery. Will his greed get the best of him? Will we find out the mystery behind these ruins? Will Seraph finally get over his irrational hatred of Drow?

Commission for Nviom - had a ton of fun as a former DM to craft a nice little adventure here!


Malliath's Cursed Belt

Nil slammed the heavy wooden door behind himself, panting heavily as he rested his back against it. The kobold waited there for several minutes, keeping an ear on the door to make sure that the rumbling sounds had died down, before finally letting himself relax enough to curse his own stupidity. He'd managed to get distracted enough to forget the first ironclad rule of dungeoneering: don't step on the obviously out of place tile! He dusted off his leather vest and winced as he saw where one of the darts in the trap he'd triggered had caught him. Between his light leather armor and his own ochre-colored scales, it was merely a flesh wound that would hardly even need a bandage, but damned if it wasn't going to sting for a while.

Grumbling off a few choice words to Kurtulmak, god of Mining, Nil raised his torch again and looked down the hallway. The dark stone walls were lined with several suits of plate armor, each clutching a spear in one hand, which a few cautious claw taps revealed to be empty. Nil waved his torch over the intricately-detailed designs. No doubt it could fetch a decent price from a collector of antique armors, but lugging out a suit of steel armor meant for someone two feet taller than him was the last thing the Kobold meant to do, especially when his real prize laid deeper within.

Nil consulted his map, trying to regain his bearings after having to flee erratically from the darts he'd triggered. Naturally, all the notes scrawled on it that might have helped him were all written in that weird dialect of Elvish that the Drow who sold it to his used, but the Kobold was good enough at following arrows. He probably could have gotten the Drow to translate some of the notes, but after some of his snide remarks, the Kobold was lucky enough to not have to pay a markup.

"Lemme guess," the Kobold had snarked, as much as one could while looking up at someone almost a meter taller than himself, "You're actually a really good Drow, and you had to escape the oppressive matriarchal society of your people and now you wander the surface as a hunter and you also use two magical curved swords?"

The Drow was less than amused, and didn't give Nil any indication to the accuracy of his statement (he preferred straight swords anyhow). Nevertheless, three days later Nil found himself exploring the catacombs beneath the abandoned Aegolor Manor. Once the height of high society, the manor had many decades ago fallen to ruin. Countless tales surrounded the hillside manor and the fate of its inhabitants, ranging from a sinister wizard appearing at a party and casting a magical spell on the citizens there to a magic-fueled orgy inadvertently summoning a dark demon to feast on the souls of the participants... really most of the stories involved a variation on some sort of party or unspeakable sex act gone horrifically wrong.

Nil, ever the treasure hungry Kobold, tapped a claw impatiently on the hollow suit of armor in front of him, now feeling close to the treasure that lay deep within. The house itself had been burgled, plundered, ransacked, and otherwise looted until nothing of value remained, but with a recent earthquake revealing a hidden entrance to a series of catacombs that were all but guaranteed to hold the treasures on which House Aegolor built its once far-reaching fame.

As he started to creep down the cold, dank hallway, torch in claw, Nil fumbled around for the last of his magic detecting stones. He scratched at the stone a few times and looked down hopefully, waiting for it to glow. He had only purchased three stones that would react to magic, and had used two already, so he was at his last chance for any guidance. His gamble was rewarded as the rock began to glow a bright blue where his claw had dragged on it. Some latent magic power was close by, and Nil was ready to find the shiny treasure that was emitting it.

The kobold continued down the hallway, darting to and from each of the several dozen suits of armor that lined the room. His map indicated that there was some hidden way, and he could feel that the suits had something to do with it. Finally, he tapped on a breastplate that rang out with a noticeably higher pitch. Jackpot!

Nil crouched down and examined the base. The dust on the ground seemed quite a bit lighter, as though this particular area had once seem the occasional foot traffic. The kobold looked carefully and found it - this one's spear rested on one small tile that could only be a switch. With a grunt, he lifted the heavy arm of the suit of armor, significantly weighted by what turned out to be some extra mechanism. The suit of armor jerked, causing Nil to jump back a bit, and on its own volition stepped to the side as the stone wall swung backward, revealing a new hidden passage!

Nil jumped and gave a small cheer, immediately darting into the narrow passage. He held his torch out, watching carefully for any traps, until he came into a long circular room. Feeling his way around, Nil found a small trough of oil, which he lit with his torch to reveal what he'd been looking for - a small pile of gold items that he could practically smell the magic coming off of without needing his stones.

The kobold wiped the sweat from his scales and set down his satchel. He had limited bag space, so he was going to quickly work out what was the most valuable. Among the assorted gold coins from a myriad of lands was a set of hinged gold cuffs and what seemed to be a gold girdle with a gemstone sticking out. Nil grinned victoriously - anything that he could wear out was just more bag space for him. He turned the cuffs over in his scaled hands, looking them over. As he did, it felt as though they were growing slightly smaller, but he paid it little mind as he fastened a pair around his wrists, feeling them click into place. He then took another pair and fastened them around his ankles. He finally held up the girdle and looked it over. While it was clearly meant to lock around his waist, it had a gold metal band that seemed to go between the legs with a small slit in the front and a large hole in the rear. Some sort of fancy gold underwear? Maybe something for servants to wear?

Whatever, Nil thought to himself as he shimmied out of his cotton trousers. As he stood pantsless in the deepest part of the cavern, he held the item in his claws. It's gold, it's awesome, and it's not like I'm gonna tell my buyers I was wearing it, the kobold finally decided. He stepped into the leg holes and pulled the girdle up to his waist. The gold band seemed to flex as it touched his scales, shifting to press right up against the slit that hid his genitals. He shuddered at the cold touch of the metal as he closed several latches on the belt.

Once he closed the latches, Nil felt a little pop from the front of the girdle. The gemstone in the front had been released, falling to the floor. He picked it up and inspected the ruby - it was cut with twenty uniform triangular sides, each with a rune carved into it. He rolled the gem in his hand, considering the price it may fetch, when he accidentally fumbled it and dropped it to the ground. It bounced a few times and finally settled on one side, causing it to start glowing. Nil's eyes widened as he waited for something to happen, but the only response was the latches on his new girdle popping back open. The belt started to sag a bit, making the kobold grumble as he pulled it back up, fastening it back together. He picked the gem up and tossed it again, hoping for some sort of response. Nothing.

Nil huffed and pocketed the gem - whatever it was, it didn't really seem to have any effect. The kobold shrugged his shoulders as he started to scoop some of the other gold items into his satchel. Finally, he remembered his trousers and went to pick them up. As his paw touched the dirty cotton, he felt himself starting to grow sick to his stomach. The kobold tried to ignore it, but as he tried to pull on one leg, it started to become unbearable.

Nil dropped his trousers and looked at them quizzically as the nausea subsided as quickly as it hit. He reached out a hand again, and as soon as he touched them, his insides felt as though they were being twisted into a knot.

"What in the nine hells?" Nil wondered aloud, kicking his trousers away. The girdle he wore wasn't exactly modest, but he wasn't about to crawl out of these catacombs clutching his stomach. Though with how showy it was, the kobold decided it may be better kept in his bag.

As Nil ran his claws along the side of the girdle, he found that he could not find the latches he'd used to attach the belt. In fact, it now felt as though it were a single smooth band. But how? He'd clearly felt the latches open after he dropped the gem. He tried to tug down on the belt but it clung to his hips as though it had been smithed with his exact measurements in mind.

Frantically, Nil dug through his pocket to pick out the gemstone that had come with the girdle. He tossed it again, hoping for a repeat of when he dropped it accidentally, but when it landed, it just sat there like the shiny rock it was. Nil's heart sank as he picked the gem back up, hoping he had not expended its magic. Nevertheless, he'd gotten what he came for and there was no point sticking around in that dark cavern trying to work out what that belt was.

The kobold groaned a bit as he picked his bag back up, the strap on the belt pressing between his legs as he walked. It was hardly uncomfortable, but the metal pressing and rubbing against his slit was nearly impossible to ignore. To his embarrassment, he felt himself start to swell up inside, his little cock pressing in vain against the belt. Nil tried his best to force it to the back of his mind, but all he could think about was having to find the exit to the dungeon while nearly naked and wearing a big glittering belt that would make stealth impossible.

As Nil started back through the hallway, his heart sank as one of his footsteps made an extra "click". Before he had time to regret ever coming to these catacombs, the floor below him dropped, making him slide downward. He dropped his torch, which rolled down in front of him, until it and he hit a dirt floor with a thud.

Groaning in pain, Nil looked up to where he'd fallen from. He count just barely make out the flickering light from the treasure pile about thirty feet above, but the smooth stone surface he'd fallen down ensured that he wasn't about to scurry right back up. The kobold picked his heavy bag back up and grabbed his torch - miraculously still lit thanks to the alchemical substance it had been dunked in - and examined his surroundings.

He was in another dark hallway, not unlike the one that led him to the treasure chamber, though in far worse condition. The stone walls were crumbling and the floor was soft dirt. The smell of this hallway seemed much different from the musty smell upstairs - this was almost a musky, sweat-like smell. The damp, cool air running over his scales felt even colder from Nil's lack of trousers, abandoned in the treasure chamber for all time. The cold did not, however, seem to affect the kobold's chastity belt - it still managed to feel almost pleasantly warm against his soft scales, though the reminder of the metal belt rubbing between his legs was hardly much of a relief.

With a resigned sigh, Nil collected himself and started trudging in the only available direction: forward. The air felt thick and heavy with each turn the hallway took. He didn't even bother to check his map - this hadn't even been suggested, and there were no branches in the path. After ten minutes of hopeless wandering, the hallway finally opened up into a massive antechamber.

Raising his torch, Nil realized that this chamber wasn't on his map for a good reason. The intricate runes and designs carved into the wall began to glow as the light spilled over them, bringing the entire room visible. In the middle was a pit several meters across, surrounded by rune stones. Nil immediately pressed his back to the wall, not wanting anything to do with any sort of Mystery Hole, but with a low, almost guttural growl, the Mystery Hole revealed it had other plans.

The kobold felt himself jerked forward by his wrists. No, not just by his wrists, by the golden cuffs around his wrists. Despite his kicking and dragging his feet, some sort of magical force was drawing him toward the hole in the ground, then hoisting his arms up over his head. Nil struggled against his invisible bonds, but despite their intangibility they held the kobold over the pit as securely as though they were solid iron.

"The Ancient Lord Malliath has been awakened..." a hollow voice sounded from the pit in a language barely recognizable as Draconic, "Wearer of my girdle... you will amuse me greatly."

"Seriously?!" Nil cried out, his wrists being moved to be held together over his head as his legs slowly swayed outward, "Who the fuck has some sort of ancient dragon spirit living under their manor?"

"Um... the elves of House Aegolor?" the disembodied voice quizzically responded, clearly not expecting the rhetorical question, "I mean... kinda obvious isn't it?"

Nil rolled his eyes - all he'd wanted was to loot a ruin of all its valuables, not solve some sort of mystery about the fall of an ancient elven house! Mysteries don't buy ale and whores!

As the kobold lamented his predicament, a light began to show from the bottom of the pit. From the bottom, something long and scaled began to slither upward. Nil could only see so much as he was magically positioned over the pit, but the tentacle very quickly revealed its purpose. The warm tentacle coiled its way up Nil's leg, exploring up the kobold's thigh until it reached his tail.

Nil shuddered and tried his best to squirm, but it was as though his limbs were trapped in mortar. He could do nothing as the tentacle found its way to the gold belt around his hips, finding the hole in the rear that Nil was quickly realizing was not meant to be a one-way opening. The kobold winced as the scaled tentacle pressed against his tailhole, wriggling the tip of itself in past his tight ring of muscle.

Malliath's tentacle pushed its way into Nil's asshole, causing the kobold to cry out. The scales dragged along Nil's insides, almost tingling as they began to slide in and out of him. Each time it pushed in, the tentacle began to press against the kobold's prostate, making him gasp. As he was repeatedly filled, the kobold felt his cock start to swell, only to press against the gold band of his chastity belt.

The tentacle slid in and out of Nil's tailhole repeatedly, each time feeling as though it were just slightly thicker than before. Nil squeezed his eyes shut as he curled his toes, trying as hard as possible to not think about his chastity belt keeping his bits trapped. Despite being violated by the draconic looking tentacle, Nil couldn't help but wish that he were free enough to touch his own groin, which now felt like it was about to burst through the solid gold.

After an hour of being fucked in the ass by a huge tentacle, Nil was lowered back to the ground. He immediately collapsed as the glow from the pit and runes began to fade, leaving only the fading light of his torch. Nil shuddered and struggled to bring himself to his feet, picking up his torch and bag. He shuffled along the wall until he finally found another hallway leading out of Malliath's chamber.

With no small difficulty, Nil finally emerged from the dungeon just as the dawn broke. Bathed in the morning sun, he finally took a minute to relax and stretch his arms, legs, and back. Every part of his all but naked body ached, from his horns to his toe claws, not least of all his ass and groin. The chastity belt around his waist, now positively glittering in the daylight, stayed relentlessly affixed, with Nil's best chance of getting it off now looking like a blacksmith, a wizard, or both.

The kobold took a minute to get his bearings. It seemed that the winding underground path had dumped him out of an old shaft on the other side of the hill Aegolor Manor had been built into. He silently cursed himself for not having noticed it sooner... not that it would have spared him his ordeal. Nil hoisted his bag up over his shoulder, the treasures inside rattling as a reminder of what he'd come for.

Taking one last look at the hillside, Nil began to trudge back toward his camp in the nearby forest.He didn't get far before he heard the sound of footsteps... lots of footsteps... lots of heavy footsteps... lots of heavy footsteps coming right toward him. The kobold turned his head to see a band of a half dozen gnolls, all mounted on riding worgs, moving to surround him. They pointed their spears at the treasure-burdened kobold, who dropped his bag with a sigh.

It seemed Nil's adventure was only just getting started.