Dig Boss and the Captain 2
#40 of Tik Tik in the Big City
Prakibak can no longer focus on his work. The Dig Boss has become so stressed and preoccupied after his session with Kishke that his output is suffering as a result. Seems that there's only one way to treat his condition, and that's to see her once more. But, Kishke has a little something more planned than a booty call.
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Several days pass, and Prakibak keeps working as he's always worked, with the suggestions from Dalisk, of course. The plumed kobold approaches him one day, rubbing his shoulders. "Hey there, strong stuff," the feathered kobold says. "You're here, but your mind is somewhere else. Something happen at that oh-so-important meeting of yours?"
Prakibak blinks and reaches up, clasping the feathered kobold by the shoulder. "N-nothing you should worry about."
"Do you need another stress relief?" he asks.
"No!" Prakibak snaps, growling.
"Hm..., oh, of course you don't," Dalisk says, raising his hands. "You're just angry and on edge and that's perfectly normal. You really need to figure yourself out, Dig Boss, or your entire workforce is going to feel your aggravation."
Prakibak looks around, seeing that the miners have all stopped and are watching the dig boss and his 'associate.' He gulps, and then stomps, saying. "What do you think the Queen feeds you lot for? To sit around and gawk at me? Get back to work!"
"If you need to figure stuff out," Dalisk says, "why don't you take some time off. I got this," he says, squeezing his shoulder.
"Alright, alright. But, I expect results. I'm not going to take any excuses, not even from you."
Dalisk sighs, shrugging. "Oh, and here I thought screwing the boss would give me benefits. How wrong I was."
Prakibak grumbles, picks up his waterskin, and heads off into the tunnels leading back up to the rest of the tribe.
He soon makes his way to the guards' headquarters, a chamber with multiple tunnels that branch off to different corners of the system. Looking over a map is Kishke, who perks up when she hears someone approach. "I thought I put someone at that tunnel. I'm going to have to reprimand someone goo-."
"Maybe you can put out that frustration on me?" Prakibak says.
She spins around, tilting her head, her hands resting on her hips. "Dig Boss? What are you...?" she stops, chuckles, and shakes her head. "Oh, wow... you couldn't go a whole week, could you?"
He rubs his arm. "N-no, first it was Tik Tik, and then it was you," he says. "I just..."
She rolls up the parchment and taps the stone table "You really like it when a woman takes charge."
He looks up, but doesn't raise his head.
"Got to say," she says, folding her arms over her chest. "I kinda enjoy that aspect, myself." She pulls up one of the seats and sits on it, crossing one leg over the other, curling her toes one at a time as she looks over him. "Everything before was so straight-forward. The female bends over, the male sticks it in. Dragons know that a female like me would never get breeder duty," she says this, tapping her stomach. "But yeah, you've seen the scars, you know how useless I am in that regard."
"It's... it's made you strong."
She snorts. "Get over here."
He eeps and scurries on over.
"On your knees."
He does as he is told, keeping his head down.
"You think I'm where I am because I got gored in the belly? You think I'm strong because they took out the most female thing about me to save my life?" She lifts the leg off of the other, trailing her clawed toe down the middle of his leggings. "No. "I'm strong because I can command an army of males to do my bidding, even if I could make eggs or not." She pushes her sole up against him, rubbing along the pants. "There was one time, actually, where I was in enemy territory..."
His length stirs to life under his clothing, tenting up under the pressure of her actions.
"It had been a few weeks since my last egg-laying. And, well, being around all those strong, subordinate men, it just really got me going."
Prakibak hisses.
"So, there we were, facing off against the enemy tribe. I could practically smell the stink of their own males."
Prakibak pulls his leggings down, his koboldhood free and standing up for the guard captain. He reaches up towards her, but her tail whips his wrist. "Hands on the floor," she commands.
He does as he's told.
"Anyway, that scent was so intoxicating, it must have triggered something in me," she says, lifting both legs now, clasping his length with her toes. She leans her cheek on her knuckles and her elbow on the table, looking up as she reminisces. "Never would have guessed that the scent would have turned me on so much, but I felt the need to drop that egg right then and there, so, I squatted down off in some corner tunnel and plopped the thing out. But, boy was that thing huge. Took me awhile to wriggle it out of my slit. But as the thing fell out of me, that's when that horned burrower erupted out of the walls and, wham!" she grips at his cock between her toes, squeezing hard against his flesh.
Prakibak pants as he feels the pressure, his tongue rolling out.
"Oh, yeah, that hurt like I was burning in dragon's fire. Sure, the old guard captain died trying to fight off that bug, but I stabbed it right with his magic weapon, with a hole in my gut, and then I took charge and won that battle for the honor of our queen."
Prakibak groans, pushing his hips forward, spurting out in orgasm as he groans.
"And then you're done, already." She says, rolling her eye. "Good talk, Mr. Dig Boss. Now, I need to get back to work."
Prakibak blinks, but nods, pushing himself up and pulling up his pants. "Some other time, perhaps?"
Kishke smiles as she unravels the document. "Of course."