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Around the room, the energy was dying down, the other Kobolds coming down from their orgasmic highs, panting and cuddling up against each other, their focus returning once more to Roger. He made eye contact with Ashley, the dominance he had with Iris still in his gaze, and the Kobold smirked and walked over to him, laying her paw on his chest.

"I know you had fun burying your bone in that slut, but you're still my pet. Don't let any false hopes of dominance take over... or I'll have to punish you," she said. On the last word, she punctuated the statement with a pinch to Roger's chest, squeezing on him, eliciting a submissive yelp.

Roger's ears were downturned, shame evident on his face. "I-I'm sorry, mistress. I know I'm your slut, it won't happen again."

"Oh, I know... I'll make sure to keep you in your place. On your knees, pet," she ordered, pushing his head down with a smirk on her face. He complied without a second thought, crouching down until he was kneeling like a sinner at an altar, begging for forgiveness, his paws tucked into his chest, mouth open. She grinned and lifted her foot up, caressing his chest fur and paws with her turquoise toes, their roughs pads scratching him. Her foot dragged up his body, stroking his neck and the bottom of his chin, finally settling on his lips.

"Worship my foot, my slave. Suck on my toes, clean them off, massage them, and maybe I'll forgive you."

"F-fuck yes, master, I fucking love your fe-" Roger started, getting cut off by his mistress Ashley slipping a toe into his mouth, letting him suckle and slurp on it. Her tastes invaded Roger's mouth, sweat and the acrid tang of bodily fluids, cum and vaginal juice. A soft moan escaped Ashley's maw, Roger's teeth gently nibbling at her soles, tongue digging into the wrinkles on the flat surface, massaging crevices that always seemed to be out of reach to her.

He was masterful with his tongue, wrapping it around the limbs of her toes and rubbing, massaging, every movement eliciting more moans from the female standing above him, holding him down with her feet, though her strength was slowly fading. With a sigh, she pulled her feet out of Roger's mouth, his suction being released with a plopping noise, saliva connecting the two. Roger whined and tried to sit up to reach back at her, earning a small shake of Ashley's head that he obeyed, albeit with a small huff.

Ashley smiled down at him, glad to see the retriever was obeying her, before lowering herself down onto his body, straddling the canine. Her ass and folds ground up against Roger's hardening member, the sensations of his warmth melting perfectly into her wonderful. After a couple teasing movements, Ashley turned around on him so that her breasts were pressed up to his dick, creamy white smearing onto the supple boobs, her nipples like little fingers to his tip. As soon as her foot was back within his reach, Roger took it into his mouth, suckling and nibbling eagerly at the calloused flesh. His tongue was sandpapery, tickly, to the sensitive flesh- perfect for what Ashley wanted. She was moaning consistently, her face flushed at the control her pet had over her. She brought her breasts together around his dick and began to move them up and down on him, her scales warm and smooth, sliding easily up and down his member, cleaning off cum and sweat, preparing herself for her breeding.

Roger let out a moan from between licks, a soft, shuddering noise, his body completely submitted to his breeder. She had her breasts wrapped around his dick, paws cupped together to stimulate him as she bobbed up and down, tongue hanging out to lick at his cumslit, her heartbeat slow and strong enough to be felt through his dick, a far cry separate from the eager pounding of his veins. It took all the focus Roger could muster to not begin to buck into her, not to use her and fuck her mouth. She was his master, his foot provider, and if he stopped she would take the delicious paw out of his mouth.

Slick sucking sounds emerged from Roger's throat as he bobbed up, taking enough of her foot into his mouth to feel her arch against his lips, suckling eagerly at the gentle curves of her paw, letting her toes tickle the back of his throat before pulling off, panting. Ashley didn't waste any time, wiggling her toes over his face, smearing a mixture of sweat, saliva, and cum into his fur, claiming and marking him. Every couple strokes she would give him a toe to suck on, a reward for being her good breeder bitch, usually accompanied by a groan and eager slurps.

As long as he kept worshipping those feet, Ashley would continue her ministrations to his dick, that wonderful sandwiching of his member between her soft and firm mounds, caressing, rubbing it, the warmth of pre coating her curves and making it feel almost like grippy folds, were it not for that outstretched tongue lapping and teasing at his cumslit. Moans of appreciation wiggled their way out of his maw, stuttered assurances that his mistress was treating him well and perfect, that he would save all his cum for her and her only, that he would be her breeder bitch forever.

Well, hers and her pack's, he was quickly reminded, the other Kobold's attention waning from the come-down of their orgasms, eyes focusing back on their true prize- Roger, or, more specifically, his dick- though more than a few of those eyes flitted casually over to Roger's maw, the service work he was performing on Ashley's toes and scales. A few of the Kobold could feel previously-buried sensations of itching and cold on their heels, minds drifting to what Roger's tongue might feel like as it relieved their tension.

The females could only wait so long before walking over to Roger, their vaginas tingling with anticipation and excitement. He didn't notice them at first tied up as he was with Ashley's feet, mouth filled with her toes, savouring her scent and taste. She wiggled her claws against the back of his throat, teasing and pleasuring him the same way her breasts did as they stroked around his penis. His and Ashley's groans filled the room, and that was the final straw, no longer were the Kobolds content with being voyeurs.

Roger let out a surprised gasp as he felt five feet selling on his face, leathery arches caressing and petting his fur. Immediately, he started his canid tongue on laps around his face, pink muscle slinking it to lick at foot after foot. Beneath his butt, his tail struggled to wag against his weight- he was in heaven, covered with his favourite body part of all time, his dick in between two beautiful mounds. Ashley had moved way past cleaning him if in her list for cum, pre dripping all over her, breasts sticky with the clear liquid. As her tits bounced up and down on him, their stickiness pulled his skin up and away, latching onto his sheath and pulling it up and down with the movements.

She needed his cum at this point, was getting mildly frustrated with how long he was lasting, the speed of her thrusts speeding up. Unbeknownst to her, Roger could have nearly unlimited stamina, especially when he wasn't focused on the stimulation he was receiving, like at that moment. He was entirely devoted to the bipedal appendages in his face, the feet trodding on him, claiming him as the pack's. Their weight was so heavy on him, making sure that he couldn't move even if he had wanted, tying him down the same way a rope or handcuffs would. They were his offerings, devoted gifts for him to devour and clean and maintain for as long as he could, as long as they would let him.

The feet on him were moving like they were on a conveyor belt, one sliding up to his mouth, big toe settling into his mouth, on his tongue. He got to suck on it for a few seconds, feeling its rough texture on him, all the sweat from a day of dancing in a hot room that had been trapped in high heels and socks. His worshipping tongue and lips slid up the whole foot, covering every inch- wrinkled arch and heel, feeling the muscles and bone, paying attention to every detail. He wanted to spend an hour on each section, but he knew he had sixteen other feet to give the same treatment, so he shifted his head and moved on to the next.

The next foot to claim his maw was succinctly different to the one before in its shape, it was wider in the middle and more pointed, those toes slipped easily into his mouth, spread on for him to suck at one by one like a baby to a bottle. It had a little bit of moisture on it for him to clean, perfect feet for their breeder bitch to work on. His tongue worked in between and under the claws, lips wrapped around the first knuckle, sucking and nibbling. His eyes were closed in bliss, focus devoted entirely to his other senses- the feel of those paws on him, the overwhelming smell of female horniness and sweat, the moans of whichever female's toes he had in his mouth.

Too soon those beauties were pulled out of his mouth with a pleasant plop, not dissimilar to the sound his knot made as he pulled it out of Iris, a whimpering whine escaping his throat. He tried to push his head up to follow it and take it back into his mouth, knew he was being disobedient, but fuck he loved that foot! Of course, he was held down by the four other eager Kobolds waiting for their turn. This time, two feet grappled for their spots in his maw, both of them trying to force their way in.

That brief respite from toe-worshipping allowed him time to focus on Ashley's thrusts, crippling his stamina and his ability to hold the impending orgasm off. Those feet, those tits, it was just too much, he could feel the pleasure building up, bubbling, rising like a volcano or a geyser ready to burst. With a couple more bounces of Ashley's tits and one more lick at his slit, he could feel orgasm well up. He tried to hold it off let out a stunted yell around the two feet in his mouth, groaning and clenching his abs and ass as tight as they would go. Still, his cum seeped up and out of his urethra, shooting in splattered bursts into Ashley's tits and chin, painting her. As soon as the first rope was out, she stuck her tongue into his cumslit, allowing it to shoot directly down her throat and stomach.

Her tongue didn't help his aim, however, making that cum spray all over her face, marking her chest and cheeks and nose. A drop got in her eye, and she began to blink quickly, trying to get it out. Her lust faded for a second, allowing her to realise how much cum she was wasting on her body, how she'd wasted three whole orgasms that could've been breeding her pack, or even her! There was a pause, allowing his cum to soak into her scales, liquid filling her every pore and making little pools in them, microscopic lakes of his swimming cum in which sperm moved, searching hungrily for an egg to breed.

Roger opened his eyes through his orgasm, knot still stimulated by her tits. He knew he wouldn't stop cumming until she pulled off of him, but it was too good for him to tell her, the way she looked painted white with his creamy cum. It covered her tits and face, globules hanging and dripping from the scales there. She was so absolutely slutty, the way she blinked hungrily at him and licked around her muzzle for his salty jizz, soft whines escaping her maw.