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This "Three Word Prompt" commission was written for MonkeyCarlo. Their three words were "Kobold, Forbidden, Campfire" and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

Neutral Ground

Between the territories of the Direfang and Razorclaw kobolds, there was a forest. A forest where both plant and animal life flourished in unchecked abundance without intrusion from any of the world's sapient species, quite simply because it served as neutral ground between the ever-warring clans and their draconic overlords. Thus, it was forbidden for kobolds from either clan to enter its verdant reaches and near impossible for any other kind of intelligent creature to get there too, having to pass through an entire territory of angry kobolds on either side just to broach its lush interior. And yet, at the very centre of that forest there stood a campsite. A cleared section of ground with several felled trees and the underbrush cut back to offer a more flat and open area, with a stone ring at its core in which the ashen remains of not one, but several successive campfires stood.

Tonight however, the campsite wasn't quite so deserted as appeared to be the case. From a tree to the West, a pair of amber eyes scoped out the empty camp. With a brief fluttering of a cloak, the figure descended to ground level, and with the blade of a dagger shining in the moonlight while held behind its owner's back, the creature crept forward to examine the site. He kept his weapon drawn at all times, but as he passed into the clearing itself and moonlight shone down upon his crimson scaled snout, the kobold gave himself a moment, just a moment to look up at the beautiful night sky.

An arrowtip pressed itself to his throat, and K'zill croaked softly, frowning not in fear but in frustration at his own lack of discipline.

"I... I can explain. I'm just hunting. L-looking for food. Then I found this camp, a-and..."

His voice trailed off, and the holder of the bow responded with a gentle murmur.

"You need to get better at lying, Zilly."

K'zill's eyes widened, and he pouted at the arrow withdrew and allowed his to lower his head at last. He set eyes upon the other figure. The other kobold, cloaked like K'zill himself but with bow in one hand and recently nocked arrow in the other, his own scales shining azure blue in the moonlight.

"A hungry kobold wouldn't waste their time moongazing until they had a full belly, and definitely wouldn't have spent their time admiring the scenery if they actually found a campsite in forbidden territory. Plus, if you truly didn't know whose camp this was, you should have tried to kill me as soon as you felt my arrow on your neck. The fact you didn't would have told any other kobold exactly what I already know. You know exactly what this place is, and you're here waiting for someone. Someone you have no desire whatsoever to kill."

K'zill frowned, and after tucking his dagger back into its sheath upon his belt, folded his arms over his chest.

"Well, I wouldn't say no desire to kill you, Z'Laan. Not after a lecture like that."

Slipping his arrow back into the leather quiver on his back, the blue scaled kobold smirked.

"I missed you too, K'zill."

A moment later, springing into motion like two coiled vipers, the two kobolds were upon one another. K'zill's hands fell upon the sides of Z'laan's shorter snout, and pulled the kobold's lips to his own toothier maw as a pair of sharply clawed hands wrapped around his back, caressing the bare scales beneath his cloak. Tongues warred far more violently than their two clans had for decades in open combat, and as they moaned and hissed softly, adoringly to one another, the pair staggered back and forth on trembling legs with their tails whipping out behind them until finally they fell to their knees, still embracing and making out, beside the stone circle of the burned out campfire.

"I love you, Zilly. That's why I need you to be m-mhh..."

Z'laan tried to speak as K'zill caught his breath between kisses, but the red scaled kobold was swift to cut him off with a fresh lip-lock as soon as he had even a small amount of oxygen filling his lungs once again. In the pale moonlight the two kobold's eyes met, and through their kiss Z'laan nodded bashfully as he saw K'zill shoot him a pleading glance. Begging him not to make tonight about what they'd done wrong in getting here, rather than making the most of what little time they had. Their muzzles parted soon after, and as Z'laan took a moment to gather himself while his head span with excitement and adoration, he watched his dear companion turn towards the stone circle with hands outstretched. A draconic hissing escaped the red kobold's fanged snout as he twisted his hands in the somatic components of a spell, and a moment later a fire, flickering, crackling but entirely smokeless sprang into being within the ring of stones.

"I love you too."

K'zill murmured, reaching up and unfastening first the clasp of his cloak, then letting the same hand fall to unfasten the belt which held his dagger, his component pouch and perhaps most importantly his loin cloth in position. The items fell to the ground close by, and as K'zill casually summoned an ethereally glowing hand to drag them a short distance away from the fire, Z'laan trembled under both the warmth of the fire and indeed his lover's gaze, and began to pull off his own limited attire.

"And... I'll really try to be more careful. I have to be. I... I can't not have this, you, in my life."

The red kobold added as his blue counterpart watched the mage hand tidying up his own cloak, loin cloth and of course his bow and arrow. Soon enough though the ground around the campfire was clean of obstructions, and once it was, the glowing magical hand performed one final trick. It floated over to a nearby tree stump as Z'laan cuddled up against his naked lover once again, shuddering happily at the feeling of smooth scales against smooth scales, and opened up a compartment carved into the wood which was all but invisible to anyone who didn't know that it was there. From within, a rather ratty folded blanket floated forth, and as the mage hand unwrapped it and laid it out on the ground by the fireside, a glimmering, stoppered crystal phial was revealed tucked away within the now unfolded blanket's centre.

A second later, the mage hand vanished, and K'zill hugged Z'laan tighter as his concentration was no longer divided between his lover and his magic.

"Laan..."

He hissed tenderly as the blue kobold's claws raked playfully, teasingly up and down his flanks.

"Yeah, Zilly?"

Z'laan murmured back.

"I really, really did miss you, I promise. In fact, I missed you so much that, well... can we just... can we skip the... y'know... and... oh god, Laan please, will you just fuck me right now?"

Within seconds the two kobolds were lying down upon their blanket, beside the flickering magical fire that would produce no plume of smoke to give away their location, but still allowed them to both bask in its warmth and in the sight of one another's firelit forms. At first, Z'laan lay upon his back as K'zill popped open the crystal phial and poured a small amount of amber oil out onto his palm, before sealing the phial once again and using not one but both hands to massage that slippery oil into the flesh of the blue scaled kobold's cock. Both the kobolds were sporting growing erections by that point, the scales of their loins parting to reveal a slightly swollen pocket of exposed, aroused flesh from which their arousal sprang forth. The contact of not just another pair of hands but K'zill's fingertips in particular however ensured that Z'laan was rock hard in record time, with his partner not far behind as K'zill hissed and moaned in excitement at the sheer thrill of being able to touch Z'laan's cock for the first time in a month.

As soon as the blue kobold's shaft was as lubricated as it could get though, K'zill shuffled forward to straddle and lean down over his lover, only to whimper and nuzzle pleadingly at Z'laan's neck, nipping ever so gently with the fangs for which his clan were named not in an act of dominance, but one of pleading submission. Sure enough he gave a shrill and giddy cry as Z'laan hissed louder, and rolled them over so that he lay astride the other kobold. For a brief period he bucked his hips straight down, and rubbed his slick, lubed cock against K'zill's own. The crimson scaled kobold soon gave a pleading, rasping wail however that reminded Z'laan of his partner's desire to skip over any teasing, and mere moments later his lubricated erection was probing at yet another gap in his lover's scales, this time located just above the base of the other kobold's tail.

A long, forked tongue flicked out adoringly at Z'laan's snout and cheeks, and trembling hands ran up and down the kobold's blue scaled back as he felt K'zill wrap his legs around his waist. Their eyes met, their snouts bumped together nose to nose in another tender kiss, and without any further hesitation Z'laan chose that moment to press his hips sharply forward, and to sink his cock into K'zill's eagerly waiting rump.

"Laan!!"

Their snouts parted as K'zill wailed in joy from the very first thrust. It didn't matter how good it felt, the simple knowledge that they were really here together again, defying not just their own clan's laws but two dragon's practically divine edicts to be with one another, was more than enough to warrant such cries from the very first moments of their union.

"Oh, Zilly. I love you..."

Z'laan's voice gasped rather than shrieked, but with no less passion as he dug his clawed feet and hands into the blanket around his partner and used the extra leverage to piston his hips harder, faster. Who knew how much time they had, after all. They had planned for hours; to be together until shortly before dawn, but they'd been forced to part ways early before over fear of getting caught, so every second, every instant of pleasure was precious. He could feel K'zill's erection twitching against his stomach, throbbing and dribbling pre-cum over the smooth scales of both their bellies and making it easier and easier for the rocking of their bodies to further stimulate his lover beyond even the already intense pleasure of Z'laan fucking him. They kissed again, but Z'laan drew back from it swiftly so that he could look down into K'zill's face and watch it contort and twist and pant with wild pleasure.

Enthralled with one another as they were and swiftly as Z'laan was fucking the kobold he he adored, it didn't take long for the two of them to rise to ever greater volumes of mutual pleasure. Within minutes the clearing rang out with their breathless but rasping grunts and hisses and shrieks of desire. K'zill arched his back, lifting his lower body higher with his legs as Z'laan fucked him harder and faster, taking on a posture and an urgency to his thrusting more like a quadruped, like a human's pet dog breeding its mate despite the fact that the two of them remained face to face. Droplets of saliva dripped from Z'laan's panting snout to K'zill's own fanged features, and they both heard the familiar sound of fresh holes being ripped into their blanket that would require K'zill's magical mending as Z'laan's claws flexed and kneaded at the fabric as he humped ever harder, ever more savagely against K'zill's gloriously tight, slick and receptive rear.

When they let loose, the two kobolds did so just moments apart. Their cries echoed around and beyond the clearing, and K'zill's body writhed beneath Z'laan's rough fucking to such a degree that it was all his blue scaled lover could do just to keep from slipping out of the other thrashing, squealing kobold. Finally though, Z'laan's fevered and ceaseless fucking paid off. The hands upon his back slapped and pawed mindlessly against his smooth scales, and as the legs around his waist gripped him so tightly that he could barely continue thrusting, Z'laan prised his heavy lidded eyes open for just long enough to see K'zill tip over the edge with eyes rolling, nostrils flaring and muzzle wide open in a guttural, rasping roar. Hot strings of cum lashed out between their already pre-cum slickened bellies, and the sight, the feeling, and the sounds of K'zill's rapture were all it took for Z'laan to press himself down tight over the other kobold, wrap his arms around beneath K'zill in the tightest, most adoring embrace, and pepper the crimson kobold's wailing snout with a final flurry of kisses right up to the moment when a croaking, strangled wail escaped Z'laan and he began to empty his own seed deep into K'zill's waiting, welcoming, rhythmically squeezing back passage.

They shuddered, growled, clutched and spasmed together to the very last, riding out their orgasms for all they were worth and then some. Only when their bodies became too sensitive to bear the stimulation any longer did Z'laan actually stop bucking against his lover, and even then neither kobold's passion abated, knowing that while they both needed a brief break, this was still just the beginning of whatever time they could milk from this deeply forbidden but irresistible rendezvous.

"I'll find a way."

K'zill hissed breathlessly, joyously up at his lover as their snouts bumped and nuzzled against each other in the prelude to yet another deep kiss.

"I... I'll keep studying. Keep training. One day, I'll find a way f-for my magic to get us both out of here. To a place where we can be together, forever."

With a soft, adoring hiss, Z'laan nodded and pecked at the tip of his lover's snout, then between the red scaled kobold's eyes. He leaned down a little further, and brought their foreheads to rest together so they could look deep into one another's eyes.

"I know, Zilly. I know you will. But... until then? Don't think about the future. Not today. Not tonight."

Though still spent, Z'laan rocked his hips against the other kobold's rump. They both shivered happily despite the over-stimulation.

"Until then, my love... my sweet K'zill with dragon's blood in his veins and fire in his heart, let's just have tonight. One more secret, special night together by the light of our campfire. A night so long, so perfect... a-and that we use every last second of, so that it feels like the lifetime we deserve."

By Jeeves

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