A Boy and His Kobold, Part 3 by KaninZ
Tales of the Kuno-Kephali:
A Boy and His Kobold, Part 3
By
KaninZ
(Authors note: This is a continuation of my Kobold story and it's been brought to my attention that my interpretation of a Kobold doesn't agree with this game or that books idea of what a Kobold should look like. My introduction to the Kobold race was the old AD&D PC game "Pool of Radiance" and the Kobolds were quiet cutely canine. Yummy little guys, if a bit wimpy :) I've seen other games with canine Kobolds, the Suikoden games and the more recent Everquest games come to mind. If you have to...write it off as artistic license, work on suspending your disbelief and enjoy the story for what it is....two lovers who are ultimately destined to become heroes revered by several races...and feared by a few more!)
Part 3
"Aunt Noni! Uncle Rand!!" Alerion began to bellow as soon as he emerged from the wood-line of the hill leading down to the Inn. By the time he heard his Aunt's voice and saw her walking out the front door of the Inn his shouting held a shrill note of desperation.
"Ali, we were worried sick about you! What've you been up to and what in Bel's blessed NAME is THAT thing?!! Noni's eyes gained a couple of inches diameter as Alerion's burden finally registered.
"HE is named Gerras. He said he's a Kobold and his village was attacked by something called Lupin and I found him up at the pond while I was fishing and we were trying to take care of his side and he's really sick and he's..."
"WAIT!" Noni shouted "Put him down boy and slow down. You're about to trip over your own tongue and I'll need to see that wound. I can smell the corruption from here." Noni became all business and only blushed a little when she lifted the cloak and saw that the creature was completely nude. When she began to examine the slash on the creatures side it moaned and she looked down into its fear widened eyes. She smiled as reassuringly as she could at the poor, injured thing.
Gerras regained consciousness and looked up to see some horrid creature bending over him and baring its teeth. He screamed, fur bottling out in panic and promptly passed out again.
"What did you DO to him?" Alerion yelped.
"Nothing," said Noni, "I was just looking at his wound, he woke up then he yowled and scared damned near twenty years off of me! Must be the fever, poor thing's hot as an oven."
"What in Bel's name is THAT?" Uncle Rand asked as he came up from behind Alerion, a stout piece of wood held at the ready. "I heard you two shouting and then some kind of animal and I thought something had chased you home again boy."
"HE is named Gerras and..." Noni interrupted Alerion with a firm gesture, "Ali here seems to have found one of those creatures we've been hearing about from up North. Says it's a Kobold and it's escaped some fighting. My guess is it came from on up into the mountains, maybe around Table Rock or Bel's Bluff. Looks like it took a cut along the ribs from a blade. Probably been wandering half crazy from hunger, fever and fear. It seems a bit skittish."
Rand looked over at Alerion. "Is it safe? I mean, did you talk with it at all?"
"He speaks Trade Tongue pretty well, has a funny accent though. He was VERY friendly and didn't scare me at all...well, a little at first but we had fun together in the pond until he got sick and then I brought him here. Is he going to be alright?" Alerion looked over at his Aunt with pleading in his eyes. Noni stood and looked at her hands. "I don't know, Ali. I don't know about his kind to even guess how they stand up to an infection. I DO know that he won't have a chance at all if all we do is stand here talking. Rand, drag one of the extra cots out here, once the sun goes down this porch will be the coolest spot around. Ali, you sit here until I get back with what I'll need to tend to our new friend here. If he wakes, let him know I'll do the best I can for him. I just wish we had a healer near enough to send for."
By the time Noni came back out to the porch, Rand and Alerion had set up the cot and shifted the Kobold onto his new resting-place. Noni had them remove the woolen cloak. "I'll wash that out later. Maybe it can be saved. Right now it smells of wet dog and worse." Pouring hot water into a bowl, Noni wet a cloth and draped it over the wound on the Kobolds side. It flinched and then moaned in pain as the heat began to seep in.
Noni looked up at her men. "Once the wound is softened enough to clean, I'll need you two to hold him down. Ali, you may say he has manners, but I'd rather not risk him taking a chunk out of my skin when I start cleaning that wound. Mister Gerras here has a LONG night ahead of him. Go clean up boy. You smell like a Troll." Dipping another cloth into a bucket of cool water, Noni folded and draped that one over the Kobolds brow.
Noni took a moment to examine her patient with an eye trained by years on the frontier wilderness of humanity. It, HE, Noni smiled remembering Ali's insistence, was just a little shorter than Alerion, probably about the same weight. He had fur all over ranging from a reddish brown to an almost golden hue on its stomach and...other parts. It's head looked like that of a dog with a slight narrowness to the muzzle that gave it a slightly fox-like face. His hands were easy to mistake for paws with the fur covering the back and the slightly stubby, claw-tipped fingers. The feet were clawed too and had footpads that looked tough as any shoe leather.
After letting the wound soften, Alerion held Gerras' arms up while Rand shaved the fur away from the wound. The skin just around the wound was red and puffed with infection. The skin gradually became a grayish-pink color as more healthy flesh was exposed. A grim set to her features, Noni said evenly "Hold him, both of you." When she began to peel away the scabbed seal covering his wound Gerras' eyes shot open, his back arched and he screamed as if she'd pressed a hot iron to his side, he then promptly passed out. When the smell hit him, so did Alerion.
Still grim faced but shaking her head and chuckling at Alerion's limp form on the floor, Noni cleared the wound of infected soft tissue and the bits of fur, bark and other debris that'd collected until fresh red blood seeped from the site. She then applied a poultice of boiled moss wrapped in cloth along with some of her other herbs to draw the corruption from the wound. She smiled softly at Alerion as he pulled himself up to sit embarrassed beside the cot.
"We'll know better by morning, but the wound wasn't too deep, just went uncared for too long. The morning will tell us if it was uncared for TOO long and the poisons spread too deep." She stepped over and helped Alerion to his feet. "He's lucky a good soul such as you found him. Now both of you go wash up, and use my lye soap, twice."
Gerras awoke the next morning and opened clearer eyes to find Alerion sitting beside his cot with a damp cloth in his hands. Raising his head up, he looked at his side and when Alerion lifted the poultice for him to get a better look, he saw the patch where his fur had been cut away. He tried to bolt upright and then fell back down breathless with pain. He smiled up at Alerion, his muzzled wrinkled with amusement. "So you tried to shave me after all....bad hyoo-man." Alerion reached down to stroke the Kobold's cheek then yelled for Noni.
After a couple of weeks bed rest and being waited on hand and foot, Gerras was a very noticeably healthier Kobold He'd put on weight and his spirits seemed to improve daily. When it was time for him to leave the cot and start to do light work to regain his strength it was with a minimum of whining and good natured coercion (That's how Gerras would tell it anyway.) He flatly refused the tunic that was offered to him (a bout of giggling nearly incapacitated them both when Gerras winked, angled his ears forward and seriously as he could manage whispered "Naughty bits" into Alerion's ear) and compromised on a leather kilt and cross-strap arrangement that he and Alerion made. It closely resembled the armor worn by Kobold warriors that Gerras had worn during training. It also provided for comfort on a creature with a tail, a mark of distinction and grace that humans sadly lacked. Now suitably clothed, Gerras' first task, appointed with no room for argument by Noni, was to get UN-clothed.
"But I NOT smell like Troll! Smell like Kobold been sick... I understand tho' both stinky!" With that good- natured statement, he and Alerion set off for their appointment with the swimming-hole that they'd both been looking forward to.
"Why you face so red, too hot?" Gerras slyly asked Alerion as they peeled for the impending bath.
Gerras was able to see the reason for Alerion's blushing when he stripped off his pants and his fully erect cock waved "hello". Alerion saw the Kobolds ears perk up and his tail start wagging.
"Un-uh!" he said as Gerras took a step towards him. "I'd have to hang a three day dead skunk around your neck to make you smell better and we don't have one handy! In_the_water with you!" Alerion brandished a chunk of soap like a Paladin's Holy Blade. Giggling, they waded out to hip deep and both began splashing water at each other. Getting down to the serious business of de-funkifying a Kobold, Alerion lost his nervousness and lathered his friend up. As he moved to long, sensuous strokes up and down Gerras' back, he heard the Kobold start murring and felt him step back until he was pressed against Alerion's front. Alerion's previous condition began to return with a vengeance.
"Do front now."
"Ok, turn around"
Gerras shook his head back and forth "Un-uh, reach...and find something to do with that." Gerras rubbed his furry rump against Alerion's bouncing cock.
Alerion felt his cock tip burrow under the Kobolds tail fur. Bending his knees a bit, he was able to get the right angle and slowly, not wanting to jar his friends healing side, press in. There was a sharp intake of breath from the Kobold as his sphincter was stretched inward, then quickly opened to let the head pop in. Alerion paused for a moment to let the Kobold adjust (and to enjoy the hot tightness gripping his cock-head, sending visions of wild lust-fueled thrusting into his brain) then pressed onward, his length quickly sliding in all the way as resistance faded, muscles stretched. Gerras whimpered a bit and pulled Alerion's hand down to press it against his full, throbbing sheath.
Pulling back a bit then thrusting forward as he began to stroke his lovers furry sheath up and down, Alerion matched his thrust to Gerras' grinding hips and both were soon grunting and moaning. As Alerion felt his release approaching, Gerras, feeling the change in rhythm, pulled the hand away from his sheath and leaned forward further. This allowed Alerion to stroke even deeper and he took full advantage, grasping Gerras' hips with both hands dug into his fur. His hips slammed into his lover, churning the water as climax gripped him. He pressed as hard and deep as he could with three then four strokes, each forward motion a jet of hot cum into the Kobold's hot silken hole. Finally, that momentary loss of reason held him pressed tightly, trembling against the wet furry back of his squirming, groaning lover.
Still hard Alerion hugged Gerras gently from behind as they snuggled a bit in the afterglow. Slowly disengaging, Alerion helped his lover turn to face him then smiled.
"I think my back could use some washing too, just watch the claws this time, eh?"
Gerras' heart soared. Finally! He'd been longing for this. He'd awakened several times in his sickbed to the after-image of wanton, sex-filled dreams that centered on this strange creature he'd found and the memory of their first encounter. Gripping the smooth human shoulders he rubbed his exposed cock under the young humans cute bubble butt. The tip caught in the glorious cleft and he trembled as he buried it deeper, sheathe peeling back to expose more and more shaft until he felt his tip slip against flesh, then, following a few exploratory short jabs, into warmer and tighter territory. He felt Alerion stiffen and heard him gasp as his grip tightened on his shoulders and canine instinct began to take control of his body. One over-riding imperative remained in his brain...MATE.
Driving in all the way again and again Gerras could feel his shaft swelling, feel the walls of his mates hole start gripping him tighter and tighter. Pre began squirting from his tip in continuous jets, lubing the way for even quicker pounding. Gerras growled lustily the first time that he felt his knot scrape Alerion's anal ring. Shifting his grip on the boy he pressed him forward a bit so that on the next forward thrust he slammed in and stayed there as his knot ballooned, trapping him inside with his cock swelled to its full, rampant glory.
With his knot trapped inside the boy his strokes became shorter and stronger, the knot pistoning inside Alerion's anal walls. Each movement making Gerras wonderful, oddly shaped cock rub something inside him that made him tremble with need. Glorious waves of pleasure soon making the humans seed splatter the surface of the pond.
Gerras howled and shifted his grip again, claws digging into smooth shoulders, soon followed by teeth as he claimed his mate once and for all. His hips trembled as spurt after watery spurt of Kobold semen coated Alerion's insides. He swung his head back and raised his muzzle to the sky, crying out in his own tongue "HE is MINE!" as he hammered his hips in a final flurry of orgasm.
As the two lovers cuddled, reveling in their bodies' warmth in the cool embrace of the pond, Alerion turned over his bloodied shoulder and sighed. Gerras flicked an ear and raised one eyebrow in interrogative.
"What the blazing Hells are we going to tell Noni and Rand?"
The worried look that filled the Kobolds expressive canine features was less than reassuring.