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Madri settled down at the rough table with a sigh. The kobold flashed a frown as she found herself nearly eye-level with the tabletop. It wasn't favorable at all, but at least it was a table. Knowing this establishment, that alone was a luxury.

The_Dry Cave_was hardly more than it's namesake. In all honestly, it wasn't even dry all the time. Most of the tavern was in a forest clearing. Rough tables that had been found or built dotted the area. A bar stood in the cave entrance. Ol' Hrath more than ready to rent out a bit of floor space or interior cavern if you wanted to stay the night.

Not that any of the patronage minded. It wasn't your typical wayside inn. This was a place for the ne'er-do-wells of the world. Couldn't just show up and expect to be let in. Had to know someone to avoid getting thrashed. She'd personally seen the half-giant break some very impressive folk against a tree trunk. Hell, she'd gotten a very nice cloak from one of them. Finders keepers, bleeders weepers after all. Not like they were in a position to complain.

"Here you go, Madri," Lilly hummed as she deposited a hearty pie before the kobold. The lioness flashed a grin and set down a frothing mug beside it, "Been a while since you'd been here, Pup. Everything going well?" She flicked a hand out to tease the perked ears of Madri's cloak hood.

"Assst!" the kobold hissed and swatted at the hand, "I just mended that!" She loved her cloak. Someone had taken great care when turning the wolf pelt into this cozy cloak. Even making sure that the ears stood tall when the hood was up. Though it had led to a lot of people calling her pup and the like. "Got a couple jobs so was doing some roaming." The gray-ish kobold happily took the mug and sipped on it. Still not the greatest, but the brew was familiar. Tasted like home.

Lilly chuffed, "Oh good jobs. Did you bring any gold for your favorite bar tender?"

That made the kobold mutter into her mug a bit. Eyes darting towards the pie in hopes of changing the subject. Didn't stop the lioness from perking her ears, "What's that?" She swept in and perked an ear, "Lost every last copper?"

Madri nearly leapt up as she reached for her pouch. "I did not!" She muttered, "Just a lot of it." Showed her right for trusting that bard with how she should place her bets. Took her far too long to realize he wasn't betting anything. Should have known better. Her own gut rarely led her wrong and she'd been wary of him for ages. "Here," she shoved a few silver into Lilly's hands. "Dinner, ale, all that." There wasn't much left in the coin purse. She let the lion see that before she hung it back on her belt.

Not that she kept all her money there either.

Lilly reached under Madri's hood and gave her head a rub, "Poor gal. I'll get another ale and you can tell me all about it."

Madri leaned into the pet before digging into her meal. Wouldn't matter if Lilly came back to chat or not. Much as she liked the bar maid, she didn't want to recount how stupid she'd been. Going from having a fortune to... well it was still a small fortune. More the principle of it that stung.

A low call came from nearby. Her eyes darted up to see a large, oddly gray raven perched on the table. "Shoo," she waved a hand towards it. "Shoo before you get made into the pies." It croaked and hopped a bit closer. "Hey!" The kobold hissed towards it and waved her fork threateningly, "Back off, this is my pie." It hopped back and angled its head. Looking pretty upset at her not sharing. Madri made a face at it, which only made the raven tilt its head in a way that made it look more pitiful. "Ugh, fine." She tossed it a bit of gravy-soaked crust and meat. Which made the large bird croak, take the bite, and fly off. "Pest," she huffed after it. Digging back into her meal with gusto.

"Hey," a rough voice drew her away from the delicious gravy of the pie, "mind if we sit here?" The voice belonged to a dragonborn female. Her scales as white as untouched snow. Madri couldn't remember the last time she'd seen someone so large. Hell, her thigh alone was larger than the kobold. She was dressed rather plainly. Rough spun clothes that did little to flatter her form. All tucked under a heavy fur-lined cloak.

It was the _We_part that led Madri's gaze to her companion. Another dragonborn, this one a deep red. Dressed every bit as plainly as she was, but with deep bluish-purple scarring that branched across his muzzle and down his neck. Both eyes were a milky white and stared off into the distance as he angled his head towards her.

Madri cast a look around. The Cave was far from busy at the best of times. Didn't mean that there were a glut of tables. Most of them were taken, with a couple folks lounging against fallen trees. Madri had one all to herself, and the locals knew better than to ask to join her unless they were invited. Not after last time someone tried to evict her. People joked that they still found parts of that gnoll in the trees.

Ah well the hell. She was small and he was blind, "Sure, whatever." She motioned to the other chairs.

The female pulled a chair out, "Here, Dul."

His voice was smooth as silk, "I can feel the chair, but thank you." The red male sighed as he slumped forward, "Feels like we've walked a hundred miles." A sniff, "Something smells tasty." Those blind eyes turned towards her. His gaze made Madri nervous. Felt like he was somehow staring through her. As if he was laying everything she was and is bare with but a glance. She'd spent plenty of time around the blind, hell her mentor had been blind as could be, but could pick any lock given to him. No, there was something about that gaze though. Made her feel like she was staring into the center of a horrible storm that was bearing down on her.

"Pie," she uttered, tearing her gaze away. "Meat of some sort. Don't usually ask what type it is though."

The female waved a scarred hand near the pie and sniffed. "Venison. Boar." She waved her hand, "Squirrel." Then her nose wrinkled and she cast a glance towards Hrath, "Couple other things..."

"Like I said, don't usually ask what type it is."

She shrugged and waved Lilly over to order a couple. Madri dug into her pie. Didn't matter to her what was in the pie. Just that it was warm and tasty. She'd had one too many trail rations over the last month.

As the evening went on, the two dragonborn were thankfully quiet. Well, they didn't talk to her at least. Last thing she wanted was a pair of chatter boxes at her table. Though it was more what they were talking about that interested her. Hushed discussion about what they were going to do next. Discussions which got a little louder as Madri began to feign sleep. With her hood up and head bowed forward, neither could see her as she paid too close attention to their discussion.

"Can't go back to Bulwark," Dultesh uttered. "Not after the way we'd ended up leaving it last time." He breathed out a little sigh, "Just keep burning our bridges everywhere we go, eh?"

A low growl rolled up the woman's throat, "Like I was going to let those guards just walk away."

His head angled slightly, "Out of everyone in this miserable world." A low sigh and head shake, "Everyone that thinks I'm helpless. Figured you'd be the last that I have to remind that I'm not helpless." Something in his tone made the Axa, the dragonborn female, lean back and looked away. "Regardless," he grumbled quietly. "Our options are running out." He sighed into his mug, "Might have to change our venues."

She breathed out a hiss then perked up, "There's still the..."

"No."

His abruptness made Madri shift. Both dragonborn fell quiet and she could feel their eyes on her. So the kobold grumbled, pulled at her cloak, and rolled over on the bench. Feigning that she was just adjusting in her sleep.

Silence reigned for a moment longer before his voice dropped. "No. We're never doing that."

Axa huffed, "Well you said it yourself. We're running out of options. Come on, there's an entire _mountain_of treasure there. Not like Pythel is going to need it."

Now that was a name she knew. Pythel, the greatest of red dragons this side of the World Spine mountains. There were more tails about that old wyrm than there were stars in the skies. Naturally, Madri didn't believe most of them. How could a dragon be older than the mountains, yet borne from them? What she did know was that the old red had to have a grand treasure. A mountain of wealth for every day of the tenday. Plus a couple extra for when he just wasn't feeling it. He'd survived countless adventurers, many wars, and even several crusades. The dragon was practically a god.

Dultesh leaned in and dropped his voice. "Pythel may or may not be dead. As I recall he was falling when we left. Which we had to do in quiet a rush. You know, with the whole me going blind and you..." he fell quiet and leaned back. "I'd rather not go back there."

"We!" Axa leaped from the chair, but caught it with a snap of her tail. The dragonborn looked about before her voice dropped to a low hiss. "We left several bags there. I know what happened. I remember it as well as you, Dultesh Xarkul. I also remember that a single one of those bags could _buy_Bulwark." A single bag could buy an entire town? Madri felt her breath catch in her throat. It had to be a bag of holding. She'd drooled over those several times. Had her hands on one once. Though that Bard... he'd tricked her and talked her into giving it to him. 'For safe keeping' he'd said before vanishing. Axa continued, "Don't even think of leveraging our comrades against me. I still have the map," she didn't notice Madri peeking up over the edge of the table. The white female was snarling, pointing at her bag wildly, "I will happily sit your ass down here and make you wait until I return."

"If you return," Dultesh sighed and let his chin rest against a hand. He slowly rolled his cane about in his fingers, blank eyes staring into the woods. "Let's sleep on it."

Her snarl died down, "What?"

He blinked, "Let us sleep on it. See how we feel after a couple more meals and a night under the stars." The red male turned his head, moonlight catching off his scars. "It's not going to rain tonight. Won't be that cold. If it is..."

She snorted, "The cold never bothered me much. You're the one that likes to spoon up." Axa let out a growl, the noise lifting and falling as it rolled about her throat. Fighting in between wanting to leave and to stay the night with her companion. After several long seconds she spat out, "Fine. But you get to be the little spoon. Don't want to wake up with anything poking into me. Again."

"Wouldn't have it any other way. Now help me up, had a few too many ales."

Madri listened as the pair got to their feet and stumbled away. Not towards the cave, but the other edge of the clearing. She lay there and watched them from under the table. Dultesh stood nearby as Axa unrolled a couple bedrolls. Then they undressed and slipped into the covers. The kobold watched as they got settled. Then the blankets began to move. Some heavy breathing and uttered words. And within a mildly impressive amount of time, they settled again. The male dragonborn curled back into his larger female companion. Still the kobold lay there and watched. Waiting until the soft rumble of pleased purring turned into the sawing of logs. Only then did she crawl off her seat and slid over.

Now, being a kobold she had several things going for her. She was sneaky, she could see in the dark, and she'd also slept most of that morning. Night was her favorite time to work after all. Sunlight tended to give her a headache after all. The dragonborn were larger and stronger than she. In fact, she was certain that Axa would be able to crush her with a single leg. But neither would be able to see in the dark. If either were awake that was.

There was a simple rule for stealing from others at The Dry Cave. Don't get caught. And no one ever caught Madri. Especially when she wove a couple of her spells.

Neither stirred as she approached. There was no change in their snoring or deep rumbles as she began to go through their bags. As many ales as they'd been through, and as long as they'd canoodled, Madri was certain she could dance on the pair without waking them. Things as they were, she easily found the map. Axa had it folded up and tucked into her breast band. Which had been discarded during their tryst. She also happened to find some coin and a couple nice daggers that had been 'lost' in the pair's bags.

Don't be too greedy, she told herself. Taking what she had and leaving the clearing as quickly and quietly as she could. A grin split her maw as she opened the map and examined it in the moonlight. The entrance to the cave had been marked in draconic, and encoded. Though the core was just written backwards. A little mental gymnastics later and she was off. Why, it was close enough she'd be there by morning. Looked like luck was back on her side!

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Getting to the entrance was easy. Finding it had been harder. That's where the map came in handy. Whoever had made it was a prolific note taker. She found herself eternally grateful for the copious notes as she roamed through the foothills. Though even with its help, finding the entrance was pretty hard. Just glad that she didn't have to move the boulder blocking the cave. Thanking the gods that she was a kobold, Madri readily and happily squirmed through a crack.

Didn't even need a light once she was inside. She'd been born in a cave, spent most of her life trudging through underground tunnels, and made dungeons her home. Much as she loved visiting noble houses, she could do without all those dreadful windows.

What was it with those people and sunlight anyway? Candles set the mood so much better.

Madri took a breath and made her way into the cavern. The back of the map was covered in even more notes and sketches. Not overly detailed, but it gave her a general idea of the lair's layout. It'd taken her a few hours to get here, so a place to rest wouldn't go amiss.

Sure, she could have waited around at The Dry Cave, but that would've been risky. Doubted her dashing good charms could've saved her from a beating. Would've been the same risk if she'd stopped somewhere along the way. Get your sleep interrupted by an angry boar once and you learn your lesson. No, far better to get to the lair and find an alcove.

Easier said than done, it seemed. Time and effort had worn many of the tunnels smooth. Skilled hands shaped the walls into tunnels with smooth, even walls. Certainly not dragon sized. Who then? Not round enough for a worm, not square enough for a dwarf. Definitely not smooth enough either. Looked like the walls had been hacked at with picks just to widen the paths and get rid of stalactites and mites.

Madri huffed. Well, that left going back to the entrance and sleeping there. Certainly would be safe, nothing short of a giant was going to shift that boulder. Her gut fluttered at the thought of going back there to sleep. Somehow didn't feel safe. After her recent experiences, she decided to trust her instinct and press on.

Not like she was trudging along in full plate. She was a kobold and more than that, she was a sneaky little fuck. Not even her cloak dared to rustle as she pressed on. Those dragonborn had said Pythel was dead. Didn't have any reason to believe them, but better to not take chances. Sure, no one had seen the great wyrm in a couple years, but that didn't mean anything. Old beast could be sleeping for all she knew. Maybe he was dead. Didn't mean she shouldn't be wary. Especially since things liked to move into abandoned dragon's lairs.

Madri stopped at a T-intersection and looked around. She could smell a heavy musk from below, scent of smoke and fire, and rotting things. Without a breeze, it was hard to say which direction it came from. She angled her head and listened.

Almost on cue, voices drifted up to her. Deep, growling snorts. Madri pressed to the wall and narrowed her eyes. Just a rock, she told herself. The barest whisper of magic wove about her. Gossamer fine strands shaped about the kobold. From the outside, she'd look like just a part of the wall. From the inside, she could wait and watch as several shapes padded into view. The hunched forms and deeply musky scent telling her that these were gnolls. She watched from within her shelter as they shuffled into view. Barking and grunting at one another. Each carried a brace of rabbits, and two held a deer slung between them. Hunters for a pack?

Madri watched as they shuffled down the right path. Well, that told her something. The left had to be a way out. Can't hunt deer in a cave, after all. She glanced at the map and angled her head. No mention of another entrance. Maybe whoever made it hadn't had time to explore? She pulled out a bit of charcoal and jotted her own note down. Other Exit?

"Grrrrm..."

The growl made her freeze. A slow, even tip-tac of claws on stone followed the growl. Not a hyena, but a massive wolf with pitch black fur. Even with her superior dark vision it was a shadow among shadows. It stopped in the middle of the intersection and sniffed. Large head scanned the passage before sweeping over her. Madri held her breath and waited. Watched as the beast snorted, turned, and started after the gnolls. A pet? Scavenger following the scent of blood? Not sure she wanted to find out.

She gave the pack a couple moments to move on before she left her hiding place. Madri kept herself low to the ground. Didn't want to give off too much of a profile just in case...

"Ah," the voice was a bare whisper, "I thought Haflv smelled something." She glanced back and saw a dark shape looming in the dark behind. Couldn't make out much other than a muzzle that poked out from under a heavy hood. "Hello there... Pup."

Madri dove for the tunnel back up. When it came down to it, she was fast. Exceptionally so. Her claws scraped off the stonework as she poured on every ounce of speed she could. She heard a sighed, "Hold up, just wanted to talk." A pause. Her skin crawled, "Always have to make this so difficult..." Followed by the unmistakable creak of a bow being drawn. She felt confident in the knowledge that she was a small, fast moving target. Not only that, but she was moving quickly through a pitch-black cave. It would take an expert marksman to...

Twang. Crackle!

Two arrows sailed past. Each one trailing a line of fire back to the archer. Madri shielded her eyes against the brightness, trusting in her memory to guide her feet up the smooth path. "No," came the almost bored sounding voice, "stop. Don't run." Yeah, right like she was going to...

She yelped as the arrow slammed against her back. Rather than dig into her spine, it exploded into a thorny mass. The vines lashed out and wrapped about her entire body. Nasty, prickly briers whipped about and pressed to her flesh. All while the vines wove themselves around her leathers and dug against what exposed flesh there was. Her shocked yelp was cut off as the thorns dug into her muzzle. Then the rest of her body as she hit the ground and skidded to a halt.

Madri squirmed within the vines. She flexed and strained. Gods above, why did she have to be so weak? She'd seen this attack before, someone had tried it on a fighter friend she'd traveled with. He'd just laughed and flexed his way out of it. Not something she could even imagine doing.

The archer approached with an almost lazy pace. As if the mere act of taking each step was a monumental effort just within his reach. Her squirming brought her around to face the male as he approached. Then sighed, "This is the part where I ask if you're going to behave. You say yes. I remove the spell then you take off running again. So, why don't we skip all that? Yes?" The head angled in the darkness, "I guess no."

His cloak shifted and his voice dropped to a growled, "Capture," in draconic. Something slithered out from the dark recesses of his robe. A thick, sturdy rope wove its way around and under the vines. It split and wove itself back together around her limbs. Trussing the kobold in a matter of seconds. She let out a growl and squirmed within the combined bindings of the thorns and rope. Warm blood trickling from where the briers dug into her.

"Sorry," came the lethargic apology. A hand brushed over her cheek, followed by a soothing coldness. The vines crumbled to ash, wafting away from her form as her wounds closed. "Will clean that blood up later." A hand plucked at her cloak, "Gotta say..." Another whispered word and light flared, revealing a dragonborn. Golden-green light reflected off his copper scales as he smirked down at her. Piercing blue eyes swept over her before he tugged the hood of his cloak up. It was made from a dire wolf, the ears perked proudly, glass eyes glimmered in the magical light.

"That's a nice cloak," he hissed with a wry grin. "Don't worry, I'll patch those holes for you. For now," he groaned as he stood. Catching a loop on her restrains as he did, easily hefting her up and slinging her over his back. "Pretty sure Noxak would wanna see you."

Madri squirmed, but the ropes slithered against her and pulled tighter. The kobold hissed under the rope muzzle and narrowed her eyes. So she was trapped, for now at least. Wouldn't be the first time she'd been grabbed. Just had to bide her time until she could make an escape. Next time she'd avoid this hunter though.

So she lay there, hanging off his back like some fresh game. Her captor was in no rush as he roamed the corridors. She tried to keep track of where they were going, but it was a task easier said than done. Especially as the blood kept rushing to her head. She managed to squirm and sit up, but it only helped so much. Especially with how his odd gait kept bouncing her.

Despite that odd stride, he quickly caught up with the dark wolf. "Hey, Boy." The wolf snorted at him and fell into step with the hunter. She glared down at the wolf and was rewarded with a snort towards her. "Yeah, you did a good job spotting her. Get you a treat or something later." He rubbed the beast's head and stretched his legs out. "Is Noxak in his room?" The wolf grunted, seemed to shrug, then took off at a lope. "Guess we'll find out soon." His stride took the dragonborn past the gnolls, "Fellas," came the breathless grunt. The trio lifting their heads curiously as Madri glared at them upside down. Though they soon fell behind as her captor went down another path.

They walked past countless paths and corridors. Madri squirmed and tried to get a good look. Some looked like they'd been turned into workshops, barracks, and more. One looked like a grand treasury, but she couldn't do more than glimpse that room before they were past.

"Woof,"

"Yeah, I'm here." Her captor practically fell against a door, "Hey, Noxak," he barely had the words out before the door flew open. He stumbled forward, using the motion to swing her around and drop her onto a plush rug, "Was coming back from a hunt with the pack. Guess what I found."

The room was a fairly nice bedroom. Well, as nice as one could be while being a cave. The walls had been covered with wood paneling and tapestries. Fine furniture bore scars from use, but still glowed under a coat of fresh wax. Rugs were scattered about the floor, almost completely hiding the gray of the stone. To complete the look, a chandelier hung from from the ceiling. Magical lights burning steadily and bathing the room in its cold light.

"Please," a voice called from a room, "come in, make yourself at home." A dragonborn with scales the color of emeralds stepped into the room. He wore plain leathers, with a long dark colored coat that reached to his knees. A pair of brass-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, which he nudged up with a gloved palm. Noxak looked from where Madri lay up to her captor. "So you went out hunting and found her, Vulkar? Just decided to bring home another stray?"

"No," the dragonborn leaned against the wall. "Found her skulking about near the entrance. The secret entrance."

Red eyes narrowed, "How did you find your way in here?"

She put on her best innocent look. "Was just walking around. Found a cave and decided to come poke around. Please, didn't mean no harm!" That's it, pour on the innocent fool act. Got her out of so much trouble before.

"Oh, she also had this." Parchment rustled and Madri clenched her jaw.

Noxak rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Vul... could have lead with something like that, you know?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

"Where's the..." He took a deep breath, pressed both hands together in front of his maw. Looked at the ranger, took another breath, then angled his fingers towards his compatriot. "So you're back from hunting. Is everyone else back?"

Vulkar rolled his shoulders, "Dunno, just got back."

"Any chance at all you can go check real quick? And take your rope with you." Noxak's gaze dropped to Madri as he offered a smile, "She's not going to run is she? Unless that dumb thing isn't just an act."

Okay, time to think. She was deep in a dragon's lair that had been turned into a complex. Or was it always a complex? Not sure. Either way she was far up shit creek. There were at least three gnolls, two dragonborn, and possibly a dragon. She'd heard other voices, but hadn't seen anyone else. Easy to assume there were far more. She might be able to get out of the room, but getting out of the lair? That'd take time. "I'll behave."

"Good," Noxak clapped his hands, "Take the rope off then and see if they've all gotten back yet." Vulkar gave him a look, then just sighed and waved his hand. A word later, the rope unwound itself from about Madri and slithered up under the dragonborn's cloak to his side. "Very good, okay see we can all be friends?" Noxak leaned away from the other two. "Go ahead and strip down?"

Madri hissed as she reached for a dagger. "Oh don't be so dramatic," Noxak huffed and waved at her, "You've got to strip down if you're going to bathe." He pointed to another room. "And you are going to bathe because you smell like that wolf you're wearing." Noxak's voice dropped to a grumble, "Can't stand the..." his voice dropped as he wandered into the room he'd been in.

Vulkar stayed where he was, "Well, give me that if you want me to fix it." He held his hand out.

Oh she really, really thought about whipping out a dagger right there. It was just the one guy right now. He was plainly more of an archer. If she could get in close...

He cleared his throat quietly and shifted. Letting her see the long blade strapped to his side. Not a shiny, spotless blade either. The leather about the handle was worn, but well maintained. Same for the sheath. Plainly a weapon that had gotten plenty of use and love.

A low growl came from the kobold as she took off her cloak and handed it over to him. "There, happy?"

"Absolutely thrilled." He tsked as he rolled the cloak about in his hands. Already muttering to himself as he left the room.

Madri waited a breath and then tried the door. Locked. Which was odd since it didn't have a lock, or even a door handle. Just a plain leather loop that had been nailed to planks. Which meant that the door had been sealed with magic. That'd be harder to get undone and everyone would know about it. She frowned at the door, hissed, and decided to take advantage of the offer for a bath.

Just bide your time, Madri, she told herself, Plan and take your time. You can always find a way out. Doesn_'t matter if you have to leave stuff behind. It's just stuff._Even if it was her stuff.

Madri stripped down and looked around the room. Was pretty easy to find a few places to stash things. A dagger here. Lock picks there. Stash her bags of gold up over there. Leave enough with her gear so that it looked like she wasn't trying to hide anything.

The bath was pretty simple. Stone had been cut and smoothed so it was easy on her feet. Soft, worn wood planks surrounded a low pool of steaming water. Rose-colored goop sat in several shallow dishes carved into the stone. Each of which smelled of... roses? Tasted nasty, but a little test showed that it did wonders for cleaning the grime off her scales.

So she slipped into the water. Feet sliding into the soft sand at the bottom of the pool. It was hot, hotter than expected, but not unbearably so. Fresh water bubbled up through the sand, only to run out of the room through a small opening. Someone had carved a bench into the stone. Probably perfect height for the dragonborn, but it'd put her head under the water. So she half-stood, half-floated there. Casually scrubbing the road dirt and grime off her scales. She hummed and narrowed her eyes as the warmth soaked into her. The kobold almost purred as she watched her hide turn from a grayish color to her own ruby red.

Nothing quite like a good bath. Hard to get them in most inns. Sure, public bathhouses were fine, but those were usually a bit more. Cold streams and icy tubs worked, but nothing was as nice as a hot spring.

Madri watched the soap and grime drift towards the opening and pour off somewhere else. She breathed out a sigh and dropped to the bench. Sure enough, her head barely broke the surface of the water. Madri sighed and leaned back, eyes closing as her head tilted back. She was fine so long as her nose was above water.

She was enjoying the nice soak when a talon tapped her chin. The kobold opened her eyes, barely able to make out the blurry green shape standing over her. What did that dragonborn want now?

As she sat up, something slid over her muzzle and hissed. The kobold sucked in a breath to snarl, inadvertently taking in a noseful of whatever that spray was. A cool, mint scented mist filled her senses. She coughed and sputtered, trying to pull away. No luck, since a hand pressed to the back of her head and held her in that strange muzzle-like device. Madri tried to hold her breath, snarl, fight, something. The gloved hand held tight though, waiting until her air ran out. Which was an easy feat since her chest was already heaving. Coughs from that first whiff trying to break free.

There was only so long she could hold on before she had to puff. The mask swelled about her maw before pulling tight. Fresh air mixed with that substance. "That's it," Noxak hummed, "breathe nice and deep. It's not going to hurt you. Just a relaxant really."

She glared up at him. What choice did she have? Hold her breath until he got bored? Besides, her chest was still heaving from that second breath. Oddly enough, she was feeling a bit more relaxed. The feeling reminded her of when she was healed. A soothing coolness that was spreading through her body, followed by a gentle warmth. Didn't mean she had to like it. Still glaring at him, she took another breath. Then another, deeper one as her body relaxed.

"There we go," his voice sounded further off. "Nice, deep breathes. Good girl. Easy, and... we're done." He pulled the mask away and gave her head a rub, "Wasn't so bad was it?" Noxak plucked a vial from the end of the mask. "Sorry to grab you like that, had a feeling that if I came up and said, 'Hey, let me help you out. Breathe in this gas' you'd have said no."

Madri growled, "Damn right I would have. What was that?"

It was about then that she realized that the dragonborn was naked, save for his gloves. He was whipcord lean, green hide scarred with chemical burns. "Something I'd been working on. Should fix any old injuries you might have. Aches, pains, general improvements for your body." The male put that mask down and sank into the water with a breathy sigh. "So, how are you feeling?"

She scooted away from him, shifting to a crouch on the stone bench. "Better. Shoulder isn't hurting like it had been. Though it could be the water," she added quickly.

Noxak hummed to himself. The lean male turned and pulled a book over, writing in it. "Knowing the relaxing properties of a hot springs. Are you more or less relaxed than you were before I surprised you."

Madri knew she should growl, but it was hard to work up the energy. Not that she was feeling numb, or even drunk, but she was just so utterly relaxed. "Definitely more," she muttered as the tension started to leave her body. Madri blinked, settling further back onto her heels.

His tongue clicked and the male hummed, writing down notes. "I had wondered about that. Figured on the dosage size for a dragonborn, lizardfolk on the lower end." Madri felt herself sinking further down. Butt hit the smooth stone as she leaned back. Muzzle slowly sinking further under water. "Naturally, I reduced the dose for a kobold. Though..." he grabbed her just before her nose went under. "Seems I might have overdone it."

_Might have?_Madri tried to say, but she was feeling... sluggish and warm. Too warm. She groaned as the dragonborn pulled her from the water and sat her on the stone edge. "Well," he slid around and looked at her, "you certainly cleaned up nicely."

She had to prop herself up to keep from tipping backwards. The kobold's hands came down on either side of her tail as she leaned back to look up at him. Not even realizing that her legs spread in an effort to keep her from falling. Which is something she only realized when one of his fingers rubbed against her slit.

Normally, Madri would scream curses in the several languages she knew and cut him. She didn't have a dagger, but she did have that bit of razor tucked away. Now, for some reason, she found herself purring and spreading her legs wider. "Oh, you like that?" he chuckled quietly. "Why don't I just..." he pulled his glove off slowly, revealing a hand that had been bleached nearly white by chemicals. "Here..." water danced about the male's chest as his fingers brushed her slit. "That feel good?"

"Yes," she gasped, throwing her head back.

"Excellent," He reached past her and wrote something in his notebook. All while his fingers continued to massage her pussy lips. Madri's breath caught in her throat as the male stroked her. Each pet felt far more intense than she could've ever imagined. The barest scrape of his nails against her hide was enough to make her shiver and legs kick.

"You know," he rumbled, "I've had this particular formula for some time now. I'd been asked not to test it on the lizardfolk. Which is a shame, since a few of them are, well I guess I would say attractive. On the fringes at least." He spread her open with two fingers and dipped a third into her. "Hmm, subject is warm." The dragonborn brought his hand up and pressed slick fingers to her maw. Madri opened her maw with a pant, suckling on his fingers. "Her genitals are decidedly warmer than her maw. Also it seems her libido has been increased. Though this side effect was expected."

More notes. "I had considered testing this new formulation on Clustaxallid, but she would break me in half once it wore off." This time two fingers plunged into her. Madri gasped and jumped. Her arms gave out, the kobold spilling out across the caver floor. It didn't matter to her body that Noxak was more or less examining her, or that his tone was oddly clinical. "Vulkar is a possibility, but no. Same goes for..."

She cut him off with a yip as his fingers twisted in her. Madri's body arched off the stone as she trembled. Not an orgasm, but pretty close. "Interesting," Noxak hummed and wrote something. "Naturally, that'd leave the gnolls and they are... not to my liking."

He leaned in, a wide grin splitting his maw as he hissed down at her. "Which left me with just myself to test my concoctions on. At least until you got here." Noxak angled his head and looked down at Madri. The dragonborn licked his muzzle slowly as he spread her lips. The kobold winced a little as he stretched her almost painfully wide. And yet... her body was craving more. That cool, numbing tingle was starting to rattle with nothing but raw pleasure. "Tell me, have you ever had sex?"

"Yes," she huffed, "many times." He looked at her with interest. "Lived in a warren for my early years;" she blurted it out, "had a couple clutches. Wasn't happy with my role, so I left and found something better."

"Well," he rumbled and leaned over her, "why don't we see if that role fits you better now?"

Madri knew she should snarl at him, jump up, curse him, but she could only tremble as the male held her right on the cusp of a climax. His fingers probed her pussy just enough to keep her worked up as he played with something. She rolled her head and caught sight of a second mask. This one larger than the one he'd used on her. Noxak hummed a little tune as he fitted a vial into it. "Just give me one second, Pet."

The male slid the mask over his maw, pressed the vial down, and took a deep breath. His muscles trembled under his scaled hide. Then, before her eyes, they began to grow larger. The male's rumble shook her as he took several deep breathes. Purplish fog rolling from the corners of his maw and the mask as he grinned widely. Then she felt it. His cock pressed further from his slit with each puff. A long, lean member that grew thicker with each passing second pressed against her exposed flesh. Hot and only getting hotter as the ridges grew thick. Throbbing against her privates.

"M-my name is Madri," she managed to pant out.

Noxak pulled the mask away and blew that sparkling, purple mist down at her. The kobold took a breath and felt her head swim almost immediately. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a kiss. The dragonborn's thick tongue forced her maw wide before plunging down her gullet. Her eyes went wide and started to water as he forced his tongue so deep into her. Then he exhaled, blowing that substance right down her gullet.

Madri's eyes rolled back as her body shook under him. The dragonborn pulled back, that sparkling purple smoke leaking from their maws, "I don't care."

She couldn't even cry out as the male slammed into her. Eyes rolled back as she arched off the ground. Her tunnel clenched tight about the invader as he groaned. "Fucking tight..." came the snarl as the male slammed his hand to the ground. He drew back, ridges flared wide to scrape her inner walls. The kobold's orgasmic cry broke free as she trembled about him. Only to have the sound cut off as he slammed forward. "Never fucked a kobold before... Been missing out!"

He flipped her over, one hand curled under her belly as the other held her tail. The dragonborn, who was readily twice her height and several times her weight, easily jerked her back. Fucking her like he would a sex toy. Each thrust buried most of his cock into her. The tip of his lance jabbed deep, battering the entrance to her egg chamber.

She knew it should hurt. That she should be yelping and snarling at him to stop going so deep. Yet she found herself driving back. That heavy, leaden feeling in her limbs faded the moment his cock was in her. She found herself readily scrambling onto all fours. Planting hands and feel so she could drive back into him. Her insides clenched at him, juices soaked over his cock as the male hammered so deep into her. Each thrust came faster than the last as she hung her head and groaned. Barely able to even think as he battered her insides.

He hadn't been lying when he said she was tight. Noxak couldn't remember the last time he'd had a pussy grip him that hard. His grin only widened as his hand slipped down. Oh yes, he could feel the bulge his cock made in her gut each time he hammered home. Better still, he could feel her body relaxing about him. Not just her kobold cunt, but that barrier. That last bit of muscle between him and her eggs. Eggs which his aerosolized solution should be coaxing her body to release. Were kobolds and dragonborn capable of interbreeding? Well, his research hadn't gone far yet. By all rights they should be. They had similar biology after all. Not to mention that...

"Ah.... AHHH!" Madri screamed under Noxak as his cock punched through her cervix. The kobold's body thrashed under him. Toes curling tight as she peaked under the male and trembled. His thrusts grew short, sharp. Thought train fully derailed as she clamped around his cock. He hissed and tried to wrench back, ridges flaring within her. She was clamped down tight enough that he pulled her back.

Oh well. He was nearly done anyway.

The green dragonborn arched and snarled. Snarling, he leaned down and kissed again. His tongue readily filling her throat aw and throat. Madri grunted around him, her throat grabbed and pulled at his tongue as the smaller female squirmed. Limp in his grasp as the male assaulted her from both ends. Rough hands roamed over her front. He massaged the bugle in her belly before sweeping up her flat, smooth-scaled chest.

He managed a bare few shallow thrusts before slamming into the kobold under him. The dragonborn flooded the kobold with his seed. Between the difference in their sizes, and the way his own ampule bolstered his physical stature? Well, her stomach was bulging with his seed within the first couple shots. By the time he finished draining his balls into her, she looked pregnant with a large clutch, and cum was leaking out around his girth.

"All done in there?" Vulkar sighed as he leaned against the door. "Found them in the mess hall, getting lunch. They refused to come down until they were done."

Madri rolled her head and groaned, looking past the copper dragonborn. He was standing just inside the door, a rather obvious bulge in his pants. One which was immediately covered by a massive white-scaled hand. "Getting all riled up there?" Axa grinned as she stepped in, "Oh... "she came up short and looked down at the kobold as she lay on her side. Panting heavily with Noxak buried slit-deep in her. "Really did a number on her there, Boss."

"You know," Noxak growled quietly, "When I sent you for supplies, I don't remember asking for a kobold. Though," he grunted as he pulled out. Madri gasped and slumped, feeling the cum draining from her abused pussy. "Suppose I can't complain."

"I didn't think you would," Dultesh moved around the white-scaled dragonborn. A wry grin on the scarred male's muzzle. While he looked at the far wall, a rather odd, stormy gray raven on his shoulder turned to stare at Madri. "Saw her down at this little shite hole of a tavern. "Thought she might prove to be amusing." His lips split into a twisted grin, electricity sparkling over crimson lips, "Nice to see you're enjoying her. Though this one nearly lost her."

By then Axa had Vulkar's pants open and was stroking the copper male's cock. She leaned against the wall casually and hissed, "Watch your tongue. I played my part perfectly. She's here now, isn't she?" The dragonborn snorted, a swirl of frost rolling from her nose. "Still question why sleeping with me was part of the script."

"Because it sells the idea of two long-time compatriots." Dultesh rolled blind eyes, "It also amused me. Should have heard her." His voice shifted to a perfect mimicry of Axa's animal-like growling, "There's an entire mountain of treasure. We left several bags there, just ripe for the picking!"

Vulkar hissed as Axa's grip tightened. The rougher female glaring past him at the other male, "It got her here, didn't it? I sold the idea of unguarded treasure well."

"Please, we both know you couldn't sell yourself." Dultesh struck a pose, "Oh look how buxom I am, I'll give you a hand job for...OOF!"

Whatever insult he had was cut off as Axa darted around her companion. The large female happily burying her knuckles into the crimson male's gut. She stepped in, lifting the male off the ground as a low, dangerous growl lifted, "What was that? You don't need your manhood anymore?" She let Dultesh down, only to slam her hand into his gut again, "How about I bend you over and..."

"ENOUGH!"

Noxak's snarl silenced her threat. Both dragonborn glanced at the leader and backed off. Growling towards each other. The green male huffed, "You've been in here two minutes and are giving me a headache. Did you, or did you not, get the supplies?" The two hurriedly nodded and started to answer, "Asst, not a word. Vulkar, get your pants up and collect this one's belongings. I gathered some items she hid in my room. Put them somewhere safe. Clustaxallid, you may have her to do what you wish with next. Do not cause any lasting harm, I have an interest in her safety. Dultesh, go unload the supplies I asked for. I need to talk with you about a few things."

The crimson male slumped on the ground, coughing pitifully, "Can I at least get a little healing?"

Noxak sank into the water, "I'll consider it. Though you did deserve that. Now go, before I change my mind."

Vulkar left the room as Axa stepped over the hunched male. She wordlessly scooped up the kobold and headed for the corridor. Madri hung in her grip as the white female moved in close to Vulkar, "My room, five minutes. You know what to wear." Then she bit his neck, growled playfully, and stepped out. Carrying Madri as she would a sack of potatoes.

Madri panted as she draped there. Only too aware of how much cum was dripping from her ruined body. So it was all a trap? She wanted to growl, but she just couldn't right now. Her throat was aching from Noxak's kiss and that stuff he'd used. She still felt pretty lethargic as well. Now that she wasn't being fucked, it was like her limbs were all made of lead. She could barely make her tail swish, much less even consider escaping.

"Hold on to my shoulder, Little one."

Without thinking, she gripped the back of Axa's shirt. Madri blinked and hissed quietly under her throat, head rolling as she tried to will herself to let go. "I wouldn't do that," came the quiet sigh. "Noxak put that mask on you, yes? The," Axa made a hissing noise, "mask?"

"Y-yes," she managed to pant out.

Axa tsked, "He's always playing around with that thing. He's smart, very smart in a very scary way. Do not cross him and it will be fine. He used that on me once. Pleasure-enhancing thing. Ooh that was fun. I came so hard I pulled a muscle," she bellowed a laugh and stroked her stomach. "He kept trying to use it on me. Started feeling that need for it. I told him then and there. If he used it on me, I would cram head up his own ass. Now, he's seen me do this, so he stopped. Though if you want him to use it," she shrugged, bouncing Madri on her shoulder, "Up to you. I," she pushed her way into a room, "do not care. Unless you want me to that is."

Madri wasn't sure what she meant about that. Not that she was given a great deal of time to ponder it either. No sooner did Axa walk into the room than it erupted into a cacophony of noise. Howls and yips filled the air. Cries which the dragonborn gladly returned with her own.

From her perch draped over the dragonborn's shoulder, she couldn't see much. At least not until the sources of the noise began to dance around the female. Gnolls. The three she'd seen earlier danced around the towering dragonborn. Wasn't just them either. That massive wolf from earlier joined in the frolicking. It howled and darted around like a massive puppy.

"Hey!" Axa laughed, "I know you're excited, but give me a little space. Back." When they only pressed closed, she snarled, "BACK!"

All three gnolls scrambled away, practically falling over each other to give her the distance she asked for. The wolf dropped low, tail barely wagging as it crawled along. Belly dragging the ground as it whimpers and looked pitiful. "Oh don't you give me that," she snorted and grinned. Axa plucked the kobold off her shoulder and sat her on a bench, "You. Stay."

Madri cast a look around, but saw the gnolls were gathering close. Her eyes darted from them to the door. Not a heavy wood door like Noxak's had been. It was just a pelt nailed into place to give some privacy. The room itself was more akin to a den than a bedroom. Piles of fur stood where beds should be. Heavy, gnawed and scarred wooden chests likely held what belongings the inhabitants had. There were a few heavily scarred benches scattered about the room, and a single table. Which was plainly a work table, judging from the tools and items neatly laid upon its surface.

"Ahh," Axa sighed in relief as she stripped off her travel clothes. She was big, bigger than the ill-fitting clothes let on. Thick slabs of muscle rippled under her scales as she shed her clothing and tossed them aside. Shockingly, her hide wasn't the pure white that the kobold would have assumed. She had... were those markings or tattoos? It was impossible to tell, but she clearly had spots that dotted her flanks and back. They flowed along her hips and rose up into a vaguely wolf-ish face. Jaws hung open in a snarl. "Feels good to get home," Axa flexed and rolled her shoulders, "and get comfortable." Her body wasn't all muscle and toned. No, Axa had some bulk to her. Especially around her stomach.

The dragonborn turned with a wide grin, "Now, come on and greet me."

Yips and yowls sounded again as the gnolls and wolf surrounded her. Tails waving wildly as they twined about her. She laughed and knelt in the group, rolling her head as they licked at her maw. It reminded Madri of being swarmed by puppies. Though... she couldn't remember the last time anyone would suck on the tongues of their dog. Much less feel the dog up. Yet there Axa was, groping and being groped by the gnolls, all while her tongue was buried in the wolf's maw.

"Lovely isn't it?" Vulkar's voice made her jump. He'd snuck up beside her, not a hard feat with all the raucous that lot was making. "Axa makes a very good pack leader."

The dragonborn grinned, "Flirting already, Vulkar? We both know the ritual." She flashed a sideways grin and growled low in her throat. A wave sent the gnolls scrambling back, "Go get some food and bathe. A real meal." Her gaze swept over Vulkar then down to Madri with a toothy grin, "Momma's got some business to take care of."

She shed the gnolls as the stood up. The trio giggled and raced out of the room as the large dragonborn approached. It wasn't until she draped her arms around the copper male's shoulders that Madri realized Vulkar was naked. Not completely, because he had his cloak on. Other than that, he was completely bare. Though more surprising was how whipcord lean he was. Sinewy muscle corded along his lanky frame. Paired with the hood, he looked like a beast of the deepest woods.

His cock stood, proud and throbbing, ridges flaring with each beat of his heart as Axa leaned in to kiss him deeply. Vulkar groaned, voice lifting in an almost whimper as he pushed into the embrace.

Madri glanced past the couple and towards the door. Claws scratched at the bench as she inched her way off it. Easy now, she started to slide off the bench.

And was immediately grabbed. "Nah uh," Axa growled quietly as she hefted the kobold by her tail. Madri yelped and squirmed, "We've got some plans for you, Pup." She swung the smaller female up and angled her head. Those eyes of hers shifting to a strange gold as she grinned. "Lot of plans. Now," she growled and simply dropped Madri back to the bench; "she had this adorable cloak."

"Right over here," Vulkar crossed the room in a couple long steps. The ranger swept her cloak off his worktable with a flourish, "Was touching it up."

Even from across the room, Madri could tell it had been repaired. Amazingly so too. She'd done her best to keep it up, but the fur had gotten a bit thin in places. Not to mention little tears and cuts that she'd tried to repair. In a matter of an hour or so, Vulkar had restored it better than when she'd acquired it.

Axa's eyes lit up, "Oh that is looking wonderful." She held her hand out and waited. Vulkar practically drifted over and lay his chin in her rough palm. Sighing as she rubbed his chin, "That's my good boy." Axa drew him in and kissed his nose. "Here," she offered the cloak, "put that on, little one."

It was comforting to get her cloak back on. The cave lair was fine, and Madri was used to living in a cave, but she was also used to wearing clothes. Having even that little bit of covering made her feel better.

The large female leaned forward and growled something in Vulkar's ear. He shook his head and snarled it back. Madri perked her ears, trying to figure out what language they were using. Not draconic, not under common either. It was something that made her skin crawl in several directions when she heard it.

"Restrain."

Now that was draconic, but it wasn't the same command as earlier. Meaning she was caught off guard as the ropes snaked out from under the bench. The kobold squealed and snarled, thrashing as the ropes began to twine about her arms and legs. She hissed and threw her head, but the rope was stronger. It readily and easily pulled her down to the bench. Belly pulled tight to the age roughed and smoothed wood. Her legs were bound too, drawn towards the underside of the bench. Hide scraped over wood as she was drawn over the side. Left bent over the bench.

She snarled at the dragonborn, fully expecting Vulkar to move up behind her.

Except he was more interested in Axa. The white-scaled female had her head rocked back, panting hard as his tongue played with her ample breasts. Low, groaning purrs lifted from her maw, the mighty female stroking his head and purring praises down at him, "Good boy," she panted, "That's my good boy isn't it?" He groaned at her, hands trailing up and down her belly. Over her thighs and between them.

Vulkar kept his hood up, the dire wolf-cloak's head and ears bobbing as he tended to his female. From her perch, Madri could see his cock throbbing, growing thicker as his excitement built. Strangely, it looked like he had a knot? She didn't know dragonborn males had that. Though, perhaps it had something to do with the colors or...

Liiiiick.

She jumped as a tongue slapped over her bare, dripping privates. The kobold squealed and looked around. It was the wolf. That massive, shadowy black hound stood behind her. His huge head shoved right under her tail and was happily licking at her privates. She snarled and tried to swing her tail. Only to find that the ropes had bound that too. She was helpless. Bound and utterly helpless on the bench, with only her cloak as a guard.

"You like that?" Axa purred. "Does she smell good, Haflv?" The wolf snorted, breath puffed over her backside. The large female grinned and reached down as if to pet Madri's head. Madri snarled and twisted, biting the hand. She dug her teeth in hard and twisted, wrenching her head from side to side.

Axa laughed.

Then her thick thumb shoved into Madri's maw and pinched. She squeezed the soft part of Madri's jaw between fingers, forcing the kobold to open her maw wider, "Oh we've got a feisty one on our hands." Her voice deepened with each word. Axa's voice was already rough, but it grew more animalistic. Her muscles trembled and strained against spotted scales. The female's nails grew thicker. Maw split into a wider, toothier grin as she began to growl-laugh, "I like it."

A flick of her wrist bounced Madri's head off the bench. Hard enough to stun the kobold, but not break anything thankfully. "Have to teach this pup some manners." She growled and flicked the hood up, half-shielding Madri's eyes. "And we'll have to teach her where her place is in the pack. Won't we, my goodest boy?"

"Wuff," Vulkar grunted. The proud, lean dragonborn stepped back as Axa nudged him. Face all but hidden behind the hood as he dropped to a crouch, knuckles on the ground. Tail sweeping back and forth in a slow wave as he watched.

Madri panted as she lay there, stars dancing before her eyes. Unsure of just what was about to happen to her. Though it was getting hard to think again. Haflv hadn't stopped licking her yet. That tongue eagerly slapped her slit and dove in. Greedily stoking the warmth that had been lingering there. Eating up Noxak's excess cum before diving in for more.

Axa turned and bent over the bench. Muscles bulging as her thick nails dug into the wood. Her voice barely more than a growled, "Up!"

Haflv didn't need to be told twice. The massive wolf heaved himself up with a grunt. Nails scraped over Madri's hide and the bench as the beast drew himself up. He used his bulk to shove her tail higher. Grunting as he began to thrust blindly. She felt his cock jab at her backside and around her tail. A few pokes getting dangerously close to sliding under her tail. While it would hit a hole, it would be the one that she never let someone touch. Haflv growled and jerked her back. Nails digging into her scales as he tried to find his target. Watery wolfen precum spitting against her thighs and backside.

"Help him. There's a good boy."

Vulkar grunted and crawled over. The dragonborn staying on all fours as he swept around the kobold and under. Madri hissed and thrashed a little, but she knew it was a losing battle. The wolf grunted as Vulkar gripped his sheath and drew him down. A low, warning growl sounded from the male before...

His chiseled tip found her entrance and the wolf slammed in. Madri yelped as the male buried every inch of his cock into her with that single thrust. Immediately, and happily, launching into a series of bone-rattling thrusts.

"Good boy. Now," Clustaxallid brought her hand down her own rear with a resounding crack, "Up."

Vulkar grunted and heaved up. The copped dragonborn happily mounting his partner just like the wolf had mounted Madri. Her eyes rolled back as the wolf growled over her and hunched forward. Nails scraped over her sides before hooking at her thighs. The large male hammered against her hard and fast. Not caring for the least bit that he was several times heavier than she.

Her position gave her a perfect angle to watch as the dragonborn began to fuck. Axa snarled and drove back. Vulkar growled and pulled himself up. Feet scraped off her calves and the bench as he drove in. Madri's nose wrinkled as the couple's excitement dripped onto her. Staining her muzzle and hood with their juices.

Not that she could stay focused on that long. Not with the wolf that was rutting her like a bitch in heat. Her nails scrabbled and scratched at the bench. Trying to escape the bonds and the hold. A growl pressed down on her as his heavy jaws clamped at her shoulder. Didn't matter that she was bound. The beast just knew she was trying to escape.

Madri had seen dogs mating in the streets plenty. Hell, someone had offered her a sack of coin to fuck his dog before. Not that she'd ever stooped that low. Now here she was, teeth clenching as his fangs dug into her cloak. He pulled at the pelt's scruff which pulled the clasp tight about her throat. The kobold choked and rocked her head back. Kicking helplessly as the male drove deep. His cock readily pounding past her battered cervix.

She could feel something growing at her entrance. That steadily swelling of his knot showing that the canine was getting close. He barely moved his hips as he hammered her. Madri's poor insides clenched and grabbed at him anyway. She didn't have a bitch's spade, but that didn't matter to the wolf. He was going to cram his knot into her and that's all that mattered.

Teeth clenched as the wolf hammered her. His knot popped at her pussy lips. Stretching more with each sharp tug. Only to get hammered back in as he threw his weight against her. Madri's eyes rolled back in her head as the kobold barely managed a hiss. Then... She screamed as she came, body clenching hungrily around his invader.

Her scream was met with a howl from the wolf as he drove himself in. Claws scraped up her sides and jerked her back. Forcing her all the way onto his knotted length. Her aching petals spread wide then popped behind his knot. She could feel her gut bulge from his sheer size. The male hammering her with several more thrusts. Making sure that he was firmly tied with her before he let loose. Heavy, furred balls throbbed as he unloaded his seed into her. Adding to the mess that was already swelling her poor egg chamber.

The dragonborn were still at it, but she couldn't care. Madri slumped forward and huffed. Her ears folded flat under the hood as she felt the wolf's knotted cock throb inside her. The big male growled and huffed before turning. Her teeth ground as his cock pulled at her. She arched and hissed, nails digging into the bench as his cock twisted. The pulsing, throbbing length ground against her aching insides in a new way.

Low growls made her look up. Vulkar was pressed tight to Axa's body. Her pussy lips distended by his knot. The male's tail flagging as he pumped his seed into her. She sighed and reached up to rub her lover's cheek, "That's my good boy." The large dragonborn turned to look under her body at Madri with a grin. "Just relax, you've got a bit before Haflv's knot goes down." She sighed and rolled her hips, readily bumping up and back into her partner. "Mmm, knots do feel nice though don't they, Pup?"

Madri just hissed and huffed, ears pinned back as she hide under her cloak. Though that was making her feel a bit worse. Especially since she realized how much it made her look like a dog that had been bound up to be bred. She clenched her teeth and hissed quietly. The position pressed the wolf's sac against the underside of her tail. She could feel each twitch as he shot into his load into her.

She must have dozed off, because next thing she knew, something was pattering against her muzzle. Her head rolled with a quiet hiss and looked up. Vulkar had pulled out of Axa, the white female's pussy dripping cum down onto Madri's muzzle. Lips curled back as she started to hiss.

Only to have her snarl dye off as the large wolf shifted. Her back arched and eyes widened as the male pulled at her. His knot shifted, then pulled out with a wet pop. She snarled and jerked her hips, head hanging low.

"You get used to it," Axa laughed, "Haflv doesn't have much in the way of manners for pulling out. Although..." She sat up and huffed, a hand falling to her belly. "I think it's time for a bit more fun." She looked towards her partner, "Get her in position, Boy."

Vulkar growled and shifted. A hissed, "Release,_"_had the rope relax and sliding away from her limbs. Madri tried to hiss, but she was worn out. She could only glare at the dragonborn as the male picked her up and took her to one of the crude beds. Rather than lay her down so she could rest, he dropped her shoulders-down on the bed. The male held her by her tail and leg, keeping them pointed straight up.

Axa rumbled as she walked over, a smirk plastered over the female's lips. "Now, this is going to be odd." She readily stepped over the kobold and dropped to a crouch. "But it's something I'd been wanting to do for ages. Now that we've got a wonderful, cute little pup like you..." she trailed off with a chuckle that turned into a groan. "Fuck, spread her open."

"Rrrrmmrr..." Vulkar growled and shifted. The copper male watching intently as he reached down and spread Madri's lips apart.

Positioned as she was, Axa's pussy dripped her mess onto and into Madri. The kobold twisted and tried to hiss again. Only to get a splattering of dragonborn spoo onto her muzzle. She glared up at the dragonborn as they huffed and whispered to each other. A bit of motion drew her attention down. Vulkar rubbed Axa's belly gently as the female's mighty abs rippled.

And then her pussy lips began to spread. More fluids began to drip from the dragonborn. Cum and female lubricant oozed from her and onto the kobold. She didn't have to wonder on what they were doing too long. Once Axa's slit began to stretch and drool, it became rather obvious.

The barbarian was going to lay an egg.

She huffed and dropped lower, grinding her pussy lips against the pinned kobold. Madri squirmed, but was stopped by iron-hard hands gripping her legs. The kobold widened her eyes and whimpers, squirming. She was pinned and helpless. Ears folded back with a low whimper as she felt it. The smooth surface of the dragonborn's egg pressed against her.

Vulkar's fingers massaged her slit. She was still stretched and aching from the wolf's knot. Body spread under the dragonborn's touch. Then was slowly stretched as the female grunted over her. The pale dragonborn hissed and huffed, rocking her hips. Grinding against the helpless kobold.

Madri's jaws clenched with a groan. Slowly, a fraction of an inch at the time, the egg was pushed into her. She could only watch as her groin started to stretch. Earlier, she'd told Noxak that she'd had clutches before. She had, but kobold eggs were smaller. Twos and threes. Not too sure on dragonborn, but this felt far larger. Like someone was slowly cramming their fist into her.

Breath caught in her throat as her stomach stretched. A mix of Vulkar's cum and Axa's juices dripped out of her stretched pussy. No doubt a good bit being forced deeper by the egg that was plugging her. She squirmed and gasped, eyes rocking back. Her body knew what to do with an egg and tried to push. She was no match for Axa though. The large female readily pushed the egg deeper and deeper. Nearly forcing it into Madri's egg chamber.

Not all the way though. The large female sighed and stood up, her gaping pussy dripping along Madri's bare front. "There." Without a word, Vulkar moved his fingers to keep the egg in the kobold. Madri whimpered as she was laid down, belly several times larger than it should be.

"How's it feel?" Axa purred and reached down, massaging that swollen gut. "Good isn't it? Having you pack leader's egg in you. Knowing that her prize male put it in her and now you get to keep it warm?" Rough fingers slid higher on her stomach. Then...

"A..ah!" Madri gasped and jerked as the dragonborn massaged her chest. She was sensitive there, far more she should be. Twisting, she looked down and froze...

When did she get breasts?

Axa's deep rumble rolled over her, "Kobolds don't usually have these do they?"She teased over Madri's nipple.

"She didn't earlier, Pack Matron," Vulkar huffed.

The dragonborn looked at each other and sighed, "Noxak," as one.

Axa sighed, "Ah well, can't be helped." The large female slid onto the bed with a yawn. A whistle drew the wolf over to her side. Vulkar curled up against her other flank. "Get some rest, Pup. Dultesh is up next and you'll need it."

---

"They've done a number on you," the voice rumbled near her head. Claws danced over her hide slowly. Circling her steadily growing breasts, "Noxak with his experiments." Madri whimpered into the gag as the talon spiraled up to tease her new nipple. The soft flesh grew to a hard peak. One that Dultesh happily teased further. "Then Clustaxallid and her... pets._"_The kobold's breath caught in her throat as his fingers trailed along her belly.

Her poor gut was stretched. A combination of that gas Noxak had hit her with, and Axa having laid an egg into her left the kobold's stomach sagging. The egg had already been re-laid by Madri and tucked into an incubator to be lovingly watched over.

Now she was at the mercy of the blind sorcerer Dultesh. Axa had taken her cloak before giving the order to her ranger pet. Vulkar happily carried her to the mage's room then dumped her on a bed with the vague order of, "Don't break her," before leaving. An order which prompted a sinister laugh from the sorcerer.

Madri had only gotten a brief glimpse of the sorcerer as he shed his robes. The rich, sparkling red of his hide marred only by that branching scar. A scar which ran from his temple, along the left side of his neck, and danced down his entire body. The bluish-purple flesh seeming both faded and new at the same time. Even with that, there was something attractive about the male. Neither too lean nor too bulky. Why, in any other circumstance, Madri would have found herself a glad companion of his for the evening.

Not like she had much choice right now.

Compliant as she was, it had taken him no time or effort to bind her. Sturdy, padded cuffs on her thighs, arms, and tail. Heavy mittens and boots kept her hands and feet bound, and claws out of play. Then he'd had her lean her head back so he could muzzle her. The dragonborn somehow producing a face mask that fit her perfectly. It covered her eyes, rendering her blind, while also covering her nose. While she could still breathe, there was a slight difficulty to it. He'd finished the package by feeding a strangely phallic device into her maw. Leaving her jaws and throat stretched before securing the base to the mask.

"Funny, each of them is amusing in their own right." Despite how the mask muffled all sound, his words rang clear. "Yet, in a way, they all lack a certain..." Her attention was drawn down as his nails barely rasped her thigh. Madri whimper and tried to squirm.

"Patience."

The word rang in her mind, vibrated through her form, and focused on where each of his fingers touched her. "They just love to get a partner and..." She arched with a muffled squeal as two fingers dug into her pussy. "Start to ravage them." He snarled _ravage_as his fingers started to slam deep into her. Hooking and curling as he hammered her. She arched and tried to grab, but came up short. Dultesh pinned one arm with his body and grabbed her other. "Snarling at their partner like some animal." He added a third finger, stretching her wider. Madri arched and huffed into the gag, eyes rolling back in her head. Even hours after being dosed, Noxak's gas still made her body hum with the pleasure of it all. "Grunting and fucking until..." Madri could feel it. Her orgasm built at an alarming rate. Especially as the sorcerous male curled his fingers and rubbed a spot inside her. A spot which made lights dance against the absolute black of the mask. She arched, breath coming short as her insides clenched.

Dultesh stopped. His fingers slipped from her clenching body, denying her. She hung there for a long moment, on the very cusp of a toe-curling, screaming orgasm. Yet his fingers just massaged her outer lips, bringing her down slowly. Then, he pulled away and left her on the bed. She whimpered and brought her hand down, but... the mittens didn't let her finger herself. They wrapped her hands too tight, only letting the female rub her lips. Not long though, because he leaned over and pulled her hands away. "Easy. Patience. Be a good girl and I'll give you all the orgasms you could ever dream of."

Her ears would have pinned back if the mask hadn't covered them. Madri fell back, panting and trembling. Only when he was satisfied that she wouldn't try again, did the male release her. He moved away, leaving her on his bed. Seconds. Then a minute. Her body hummed, aching for that denied orgasm. Madri whimpered, throat clenching around the long, cock-like gag that stretched her.

Just when she felt she'd be able to relax again, a tongue danced over her thighs. "It's an interesting experience isn't it, being blind?" His breath washed over her hide. Tongue bathed her lips, "Not knowing where someone is until they..." nails scraped over her body, "touch. Talk. Something."

The bed sagged and Madri found herself holding her breath. Anticipating the feel of his body against hers. Only to be surprised as his voice came from the other side. "You adapt over time." That laugh sounded in her ear, "Of course I have an advantage. My familiar lends me his eyes now and then. It's how I found you, little one. Sitting there, talking about your troubles, looking so utterly fuckable." Something began to brush her hide, "My... accident led to me being more closely attuned with weather. The rain." Little drops of water flicked onto her breasts." A soft breeze flicked over her, cooling that water as it dripped onto her nipples. The kobold squirmed and whimpered. "And..." his fingers trailed down to massage her poor cunny. Two framed her clit and massaged slowly, "Lightning."

Power leapt between his fingers and shot through her. She arched with a squeal, eyes rolling back at the new sensation. Oh she'd been hit by magical lightning before. Had felt the sparks that leapt from fingers on a cold winter day. Nothing like this though. It shot up her spine and made her jump and twitch against him.

Quick as it began, Dultesh pulled away. Madri tried to catch her breath, but it was hard with that mask. "That has it's benefits, as you felt. Amazing how a very careful shock can be used to pleasure someone." He chuckled, "I've found it rather exciting to jolt myself. And amusing to jolt others to watch them squirm. Though my real joy comes from hearing my partner scream my name in pure pleasure. Then to keep going until it's just incoherent babbling." She could imagine his maw twisting in a wicked grin, "Let me show you."

He uttered something and she felt herself being lifted. At some point, the dragonborn had hooked heavy ropes to her cuffs. Now she was being hoisted by them. Arms wide, legs being spread, and body cradled.

Fingers danced over her cheek and unhooked the mask. Dultesh pulled it away, Madri gulping as the flexible fake phallus was drawn from her maw. Her body heaved in protest with a throaty cough. She rolled her head and looked about the room. Dultesh had her positioned above a rug. The bonds were being held by a floating, transparent hand. Each one wrapped about a finger. As she watched, the dragonborn shifted his hand. The phantasmal one mirrored the motion. It moved her like a living marionette. Positioning her so her muzzle was before the male's pointed cock.

"Useful, isn't it?" he chuckled and cupped the back of her head. Sighing as he drove his cock into her maw, "Utterly invaluable in combat, though I prefer using it this way." Madri gagged as his cock drove into her maw and down her throat. "How's it taste, Poppet?"

She couldn't have lied if she wanted to. He was clean, immaculately so, and tasted just salty enough without being overpowering. If she were a dragonborn, his cock would likely be the perfect size and shape. But she was a kobold. Meaning that his cock readily bulged her throat each time he thrust into her maw.

"Oh you like that don't you?" He brought his hand down on her ass with a resounding smack. She jumped and squealed around his cock. Throat clenched against his flesh as he forcefully fucked her maw. Each thrust coming harder than the last. It wasn't long before his groin smacked off her maw. Bouncing her away from him before swinging her back. Each thrust sank her from tip to base on the male. Barely giving her a second to savor his delicious precum before he was pressed to her again.

Dultesh pulled back and let her see the full length of his cock. Ridges flared and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. "Now," he purred and rubbed his length against her cheek, "are you going to be a good girl? Scream my name for me as I fuck you raw? Or do we have to put on the mask so I can hear your little grunts?"

She coughed, "I'll do my best."

That maw split into a wide, wicked grin. "We'll see about that." The male lifted his hand and rolled his fingers. Bonds shifted and Madri found herself twisted around. The magical fingers making her dance until she was curled about on her belly. Thighs spread for the dragonborn as he stepped up behind her. "Either way," he rumbled and teased her pussy lips, "I'm going to wear you out."

He grabbed her tail and held tight before slamming his cock in. Madri squealing as he stretched her again. Ridges flared and scraped her walls as he pulled back. Each one giving her another electric jolt as the sorcerer drew back until just his tip was inside. Then, he did it again.

Each thrust set the kobold swinging. The dragonborn hummed a little tune to himself as he fucked her. Not seeming to be phased in the least as her used pussy tried to grab him. The kobold thrashed in the bonds and gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head.

She'd been pretty close moments ago. The brief reprieve of not being teased hadn't been enough to bring her down. Now his fucking, with those deep electric jolts, and the lingering effects of Noxak's gas? No surprise that the kobold squealed and jerked. Her juices soaking the male's lap behind her.

"Tsk," he kept his pace up, using her tail like a handle. Jerking her back into each hard thrust, "What a naughty girl you are. Cumming so fast and without even asking permission." His hand came up with a hard crack. Not the usual spank she'd felt from males as they took her from behind. Not the echoing crack of a guy thinking he was being rough. This was a measured strike of a male who knew just how to make her ass sting.

She jumped, her orgasmic cry cutting off with a strangled gasp. "S-sorry?" she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Dultesh hummed and smirked, "Well, I suppose I could forgive you this once." He moved his hand and the ropes shifted. Madri squirmed and whimpered as the male kept fucking her. She twisted and tried to look back at him. Not noticing how the puppettering hand had looped the ropes onto a hook. "Although..." he leaned forward and grabbed her head. "I do need to teach you a lesson, Poppet."

He squeezed her cheeks, forcing the kobold's maw open. She twisted and tried to squirm out of his grasp. Eyes widened as she watched the large spectral hand float over, holding the gag again. She twisted and turned, unable to squirm too far in the bonds. "What a naughty girl," he hissed in her ear. "Not supposed to fight."

That phallic gag pressed against her tongue. Madri whimpered and went wide-eyed as the hand curled forward. Pushing the toy into her maw slowly. She tried to push it out with her tongue, get that last bit of resistance.

Dultesh's abandoned her tail, his fingers trailed down to frame her clit again. A zap made her jump and squeal, jaw and throat going slack enough for the toy to hammer in. "URRRK!" she gagged around it, entire body thrashing in the bonds as that fake phallus stretched her jaws and throat. Huffing through her nose as the mask slid into place. The heavy hand keeping it there as the male strapped it into place.

"There," he hissed, "Now, each time you cum without asking, I still get to hear your sweet little squeals. Now," the male leaned back with a rumble, "I'm sure no one you've been with has lasted more than a few minutes. I myself..." His voice hissed into her ear, "I'm not planning on stopping for an hour."

Nails scraped over her tail as he leaned back, "So... How many do you think we can get out of her, Dalsein?" The raven cawed from it's perch. "Really? That many?" He clicked his tongue and thought about it. "Well... Let's see if I can manage that before she passes out." He grinned and drove himself deep. Tip slamming through her battered cervix and right into her deepest reaches.

He ground against her, "Give me that charcoal stick." The raven cawed, wings flapped, and a weight settled on her back. "Thank you." Madri felt the dragonborn scrawl something on her back. "Loads taken... How many times has someone came in you? Two times? Three?"

"Errrf..."

"Three it is." A set of three sharp lines were drawn on her. "And orgasms had... Oh we'll assume those jokers got a couple more out of you. So say Five there." More writing, all while Dultesh kept thrusting slowly against her. His body cracked off her form, ridges flared and grinding against her walls. Drawing huffs from the kobold as she squirmed under his steady, rhythmic thrusts.

---

"What?" Dultesh growled quietly. "I know you're giving me one of your looks. I can feel it all the way over here." The sorcerer rolled his vacant eyes, "So I fucked her until she passed out. She's still in one piece isn't she? No lingering wounds or anything. Just..." he waved a hand down at her, "A little messy."

Vulkar rolled his eyes and looked down at Madri. Dultesh had written all over the kobold. Some doodles, some insults questioning her heritage. A set of tally marks on her body. Four loads taken, twelve orgasms? He watched the sorcerer from the corner of his eye. No doubt that the male could get that many from the kobold. The four of them had been together for some time and had shared each other's bed more than once. Once they'd had a challenge to see who could last longer, Axa or Dul.

The pair had gone through the entire night and called it quits when the sun rose.

"I didn't say anything," Vulkar grumbled. "Just came for my turn."

Dultesh angled his head, "Oh? You didn't get yours yet? Stretched out as she was..." he trailed off and thought for a moment.

The ranger snorted, "No." Not mentioning that Axa's egg had been covered in his cum when it pushed into the kobold. Well, it was their egg. Dultesh had been a little soured that the barbarian chose Vulkar over him. He knew better than to complain though. Rules were that if a dispute got that bad, it went to the arena. Dultesh had taken Axa there once before and... well it had been a close fight, up until she got close. Hard to cast spells when you couldn't breathe. "I was processing meat from the hunt," Vulkar kept the lie simple and smooth. "Now, it's my turn."

Madri groaned as he picked her up. "Dinner is ready though." The ranger cradled the kobold as he left the room.

"Dinner?" The kobold huffed and rolled her head. How long had she been there? She was usually pretty good about telling time, even underground. Right now, well she could have been down here for days and not realized it.

Vulkar grunted, "I have a meal in the den for you."

She rolled her head and let her cheek rest against the fur of his cloak. The copper dragonborn carried her back to the room she'd been in earlier. Gnolls looked up and grunted at him, earning a growl from the male. "Hey!" he snarled, "told you that was Madri's food." Heavy jaws snapped as he snarled, "Go get her a meal. Now!" She opened an eye and watched as the gnolls dropped. Practically crawling from the room with half-eaten plates of food in their hands.

He snorted and sat Madri down, "Easy now. Here." He offered her a mug of mulled wine, "They hate this, so at least there's this."

Madri greedily took the mug and sipped. Vulkar holding the mug for just a second before walking away. The kobold's eyes narrowing as she felt the warmth flowing through her. No sooner did the wine hit her stomach than she realized just how hungry she was. A groan breaking free as her gut twisted.

Vulkar moved back over to her, holding a gently steaming basin. "Can't offer much, but..." he sat down and began to wipe her hide with a warm, wet cloth.

After the day she'd had, it felt good to have someone tending to her. His soft touch and the warm, herb-scented water had her leaning into him a little. Madri looked about the room and realized something was missing. "Axa is spending some time bathing." He chuckled, "She enjoys a good rut, bath, and drink after coming back. Doubly so if she has been with Dultesh. They get competitive."

Madri leaned her head back as he rubbed her throat. "I can imagine," she huffed quietly and held tight to the mug. Wondering if she should mention to the dragonborn that she had seen the barbarian and sorcerer...

"Made worse when he flexes his charm. He can talk his way into anyone's bed. Though Axa is very convincing that he keep to a certain decorum around her." Vulkar smirked under his hood, "My pack mistress is very... persuasive when she wants to be. It's why she had my egg." He smirked, "Hard to say no when she can just pin you down." Vulkar's gaze shifted to the door as the gnolls returned. "And when she convinces your pack to help so she can be bred."

The largest gnoll curled their lips back in a silence snarl and giggled. "You loved it, Scale Alpha." She threw her head and laughed, the other two joining in the giggles. "Here, brought Scalepup food. Smelled too good, idiots couldn't resist."

"Who you calling idiot?"

"You!"

He growled and made the gnolls quiet. Though they still giggled as they sat back. Vulkar took the bowl of stew and set it before Madri. The kobold drooling at the rich scent that wafted from the bowl. And bread! Fresh, still steaming bread, with wonderful buttery scent too!

"Dig in." He pointed at the gnolls, "Inder," a large female who was missing her right eye and part of her ear. "Abram." A slightly smaller male with a set of nasty scars on his chest. "Ithal." A male whose left arm ended in a metal-capped stump. Which, thinking back, she had seen a variety of metal gauntlets sticking out of one chest. "My pack. Adopted when I was a lost little pup. Helped me get my fur."

Inder grinned, "Rff, you earned that. Though should have stayed away from second fur."

Vulkar rolled his head, one of his eyes developing a golden tint to it. "Their pack, a cackle, rescued me when I was a child. Raised me, made me into a hunter." He leaned back and watched as Madri ate, "There was an... incident. I decided to leave the cackle, and they decided to stick with me."

"You are blood brother, of course we did," Abram grinned.

Vulkar grunted, "Then we found Axa, she whipped the lot of us, all while laughing. Barely let us patch up wounds before she was offering drinks and to," his voice dropped to imitate the white dragonborn's growl, "Ride my cock until something breaks."

Madri wrinkled her nose as she nibbled on some bread, "Is that all you do here? Hunt and fuck?"

He rolled his shoulders, "We guard, we watch, we hunt, and yes, there is a lot of fucking going on." His eyes roamed over her body with a hungry look.

"And I'm next?" The ranger grunted. "Why?" She pinned her ears back, "Really just kind of want to sleep, been a long day and..."

"Axa said I should treat you proper. After Noxak and Dultesh, that you'd need a real male."

Madri looked over at him and angled her head. Compared to the others he was painfully average. Sure, he had a bit more muscle than Noxak, but it was wiry. Which only lead to the copper male somehow seeming even leaner. "So she sent you?" Madri offered a smile, but showed off plenty of teeth, "Should have come herself with a toy."

To her surprise, Vulkar grinned in return, "That was talked about, but..." He glanced towards her empty dish, then back to her. He sighed, "Well, She said you looked cute with an egg-belly."

"So you're going to do it no matter what?"

The male shrugged, "I'll make it enjoyable."

Madri saw the gnolls perk ears in their direction. She had a feeling that if he uttered a single word, the trio would swarm. Even if Noxak's gas hadn't made her more compliant, well those three could certainly help.

"Fine," she huffed and hopped off the bench, "but we're doing it in bed and I'm going to sleep after."

Vulkar shrugged, "Alright."

Then he simply scooped her up and took her to the cleanest looking piles of furs and laid her down. Madri expected the male to move right to the mount. Her pussy was still warm and slick. Evidence of the other males still dripping despite his efforts to clean her.

No, the male leaned down and licked over her tail. She huffed and rolled her head to watch as his tongue flicked over her body. Making quick work of cleaning the mess that clung to her scales. Low, hungry growls rolled up his throat as he worked his way up. Not stopping until her hide glistened with his saliva. Then he gently parted her lips and drove his tongue in.

Madri arched with a gasp. Vulkar's rough fingers kneading her thighs as the male dove in. The hood and his hungry noises making it seem like she was being eaten out by some beast. An illusion only added to by how his tongue would lap at her. Those deep, sweeping licks as if he were just some canine trying to get the last bit of sweet from a jar. Her insides jumped and flexed as he rolled his head against her. Growls growing deeper until he twisted his head. Practically sealing his maw to her privates so his tongue could sample her deepest reaches.

She shivered, eyes wide, as she watched her stomach bulge with each swipe of his tongue. He went deeper and deeper, as if trying to lap out every last drop of cum the other males had left in her. All while his hot breath and teeth scraped against her body.

Oh fuck, he was beyond good at this. No wonder that beefy barbarian loved to have him eat her out. Madri felt her gut tighten and clench. Her entire body curled to meet his licks. Body heaving on the bedding as she tried to gasp for breath.

"Ah... ahh!" she cried out as her world exploded. Lights danced and sparked before her eyes. All while his tongue continued to tease her. Slowly bringing her down as she gasped.

Giggles erupted nearby. The pack of gnolls uttering something. She didn't know what, but it made Vulkar snort and grumble something at them in return. A grin on his maw as he moved over her. Madri looked down his lean frame, spotting that strangely canine cock as it rubbed her entrance. Why would he continue to use a spell for that? Seemed strange to...

He thrust with a bestial growl. The raging length grazed over her thighs. Spitting precum over her freshly cleaned body. Vulkar's growl deepened, shifting away from that mimicked noise anyone could manage. It grew decidedly more lupine in tone. All while his thrusts grew almost feral. Delicious cock ground and pumped against her body. Jabbing blindly about her privates.

Madri found herself reaching down. As eager to have the strange dragonborn in her as he was to be in her. Breath caught as his tip found her entrance. Vulkar stalled, jabbed, then slammed in. She squealed and threw her head back as the male hunched over her. His hood dropping to cover his face as he began to pound her.

The gnolls cheered and jibbed, their giggles turning into more pleasurable noises. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the trio shifting together on their beds. Readily and happily falling into their own pleasures.

She couldn't spare them a thought though. Not as Vulkar's body pounded against hers. The male happily driving himself slit deep to her with each thrust. Grinding and pressing his male slit to hers. She gasped and arched, eyes rolling back under the ferocity of it. Fucking hell, these dragonborn were going to ruin her body. Maybe it was the gas, or something else, but she found herself slowly starting to not care.

"Grrr!" Vulkar's growl washed over her as the male lunged forward. Teeth clamped at her exposed throat and held. Just hard enough to make her heart race, but not so hard that his fangs pierced her. She gasped and stilled, eyes going wide as the male hunched over her. One hand on her hip and the other gripping the bed.

Thick, hot drool ran down her neck as the male panted. His thrusts growing faster as his knot stretched her. Vulkar wasn't going to knot-fuck her. He was more skilled than the wolf had been. He knew just how deep to thrust. How to work the smaller kobold to make her thrash under him. Voice rising in pleasure as her insides clenched and milked him. Her poor, aching pussy spread ever wider about his knot. Gut distending from the male's increasing size.

He leaned back as she cried out. The crimson kobold rocked under him and gasped. An answering call lifted from the dragonborn. A deep, pleasured and triumphant howl. He rolled onto his back and arched up into her. Readily pumping his seed right into her egg chamber. Adding the dragonborn cocktail that swarmed about her deepest reaches.

Madri fell limp against him, eyes wide and vacant as she tried to catch her breath. Her ears twitched with each jump of his cock. She knew that he'd leave her every bit as swollen as the others had. Though he had the advantage of a tie. Making sure that every drop of his cum would stay in her. There would be no pulling out and losing spunk.

"That's my good boy," Axa rumbled as she slid into the bed. Madri's eyes drifted as the copper male turned. His tail thumping off the bed as he licked at the snowy female. "Good, good boy. Breeding our new bitch." A large hand came down to rub Madri's head, "Good girl, taking his knot like a champ too." Muzzle split into a wide grin, "Not that you had much choice." Axa chuckled. "Rest up, gonna need it, little pup."

Sleep sounded... really good right now. Madri yawned and slumped into that lean copper chest. Eyes closing as darkness encompassed her.

---

"So," Dultesh hummed quietly as he sat there. One hand resting on Madri's head, the other casually swirling a mug of tea, "Who do you think the father is? Or fathers are?"

Noxak hissed, "Not sure. We'll have to wait until the eggs hatch. Of...Errf... of course the shell patterns could be an indication. Though that could also be due to what her diet or natural inclination may or may not be."

Madri couldn't comment. Her throat clenched around Dultesh's cock as the male pushed her down. On the other end, her rear clenched tight around Noxak's cock. Aching ass stung from each of the dragonborn's brutal thrusts. Her breast swayed with each slam. Only stopping when one of the males would reach down to play with her nipples.

Her belly was heavily rounded. Muscles rippling as her body got ready to lay. Yet the dragonborn continued to fuck her. She knew that they were keenly aware that she was going to lay soon. It's why they were here. She'd been worried that she wouldn't be able to lay without help. So the pair had happily helped stretch her.

A shiver raced down her spine at the rapturous feeling of their cum leaking from her stretched cunt. Oh how they'd praised her for taking both their cocks at the same time. Not all the way, neither male could hilt themselves in her until the eggs were laid. Though they had promised to 'bury their cocks in her fuck hole' once their brood was out. She couldn't wait until her womb was empty and ready for them.

The last month had been the best of her life. Oh sure, she'd been rather hesitant at first. Even fought and resisted them, but it quickly became into something she loved. The four dragonborn were her constant partners. Sometimes claiming her for an entire day, other times passing her around.

They ranked her above the others. Gnoll and Lizardfolk alike saw her as the dragonborn's property. Their companion. There was a hierarchy here. Everyone reported to the dragonborn, and the dragonborn themselves? Well they reported directly to ol' Pythel himself. Turns out the old drake wasn't dead, he just tended to sleep for years at a time. Which meant that the dragonborn and their ilk had been employed to guard his lair so he could get some good sleep. No one liked a grouchy dragon, after all.

Noxak had found her useful in his lab. Quick, steady hands made her ideal for helping him mix things. Not to mention that she was almost the perfect size to fit under his desk. He'd even had Dultesh and Vulkar help fashion a harness for her. One that would leave her slung under his counter with any of her holes readily available for him.

Speaking of, Vulkar and Axa often came as a couple. Though there were plenty of times where one would have to leave the lair and she'd be with the other. She couldn't count the times she'd buried her maw in Axa's pussy while Haflv fucked her. Or where she'd helped Vulkar process a kill, only to end up on all fours on a table while he knotted her ass. They made sure to keep her fed, watered, and clean. Always ready to give her somewhere warm to curl up. Not to mention the head pats and praises.

Then there was Master Dultesh. Oh how he loved the noises she made. She loved to sing for him. Screaming and squealing when he fucked her, begging and pleading when he teased her. Not a session went by where she'd find herself able to walk once he was done with her.

"Urrrf..." she groaned and clenched her eyes. Careful not to bite down on the cock. Gloved hands clenched against Dultesh's thighs as her insides clenched. Juices and cum oozing down her thigh faster as her gut bulged. The first egg stretched her impossibly wide as it began to push out. She was huge, especially for a kobold. Noxak's potions had kept her from laying right away. Generally a kobold would mate then lay eggs after about two tenday or so. They'd kept the eggs in her longer, making sure they were fully developed. Although that came with the side effect of the sheer size of her eggs.

Noxak's thrusts slowed, the male hissing as he ran a hand over her belly. "There you go, Little One." The dragonborn began to roll his hips. Grinding his cock against the egg as it slipped down. "Easy now, don't want anything to break just yet." He chuckled and pushed her head further down on Dultesh's cock. The kobold gagged happily around the cock, eyes rolling back as she swallowed around one of her masters.

The first egg stretched her so wide, wider than Vulkar's knot ever did. Her body shook before it slipped out with a wet pop. The smaller female shook with the force of pushing it out. Her gut feeling so empty as it slid over her thigh and onto the soft nesting material. "There we go," came the rumbled praise. "There's our good little brood mother. Just..." Noxak's hand ran up to massage her belly. "One left? Two?"

Dultesh's joined his on her stomach, "Feels like... just one. Shame."

As if on queue, her body began to clench again. With her tunnel stretched and lubricated by the first, the second egg came out easier. Her body shaking with effort as it pushed the large egg from her. Groans getting buried into Dultesh's cock. The kobold rolled her head and suckled. Her tongue rolling about his base and slurping over his length.

"That's two," Noxak announced as the second egg thumped off his leg and rolled into the nest. His fingers roamed over her empty belly. Then up to her breasts, still rather new and sensitive to her. She jumped as he pinched a nipple, coaxing some milk from the smaller brood-mother. "Do you want to be on bottom, Dul?" The green male hissed.

Dultesh chuckled, "Get a couple loads into her before Vulkar comes back from the hunt?" He pulled out and smacked his cock off her maw, A grin split his maw as she eagerly licked at his cock, "Why not? Pretty sure that fucker pumped more loads into her than either of us did. Who knows what he and the snow queen did in their cave."

"True, true. Up." He gave Madri's rear a smack. The kobold happily slid off his cock and huffed, climbing onto Dultesh. Her oozing, stretched pussy ground over his cock before sliding down with a contented sigh. "There's a good girl."

Noxak cleaned his cock before moving to line up. Forcing her tail nice and high before...

"Aaaah!" she gasped as the thicker dragonborn stretched her. Shivers raced through her form as the males pushed her down. Both cocks ground against each other as they sank deep. Readily and greedily plunging deep into her. Easily spearing through her weakened cervix and into her recently vacated egg-womb.

Noxak hissed, "You know..." he shifted over her. "I find myself curious." The male drew back and gave a slow thrust.

"About what?" Dultesh curled his tail over Noxak's and rocked up. His thrusts slow, steady, taking his time with it. All while Noxak slowly built up a head of steam. Both cocks grinding against each other as they fought for space in the small female.

A hiss, "Plainly she's compatible with dragonborn. Or at least able to produce eggs from us. Not sure if they're viable yet." He licked his lips, "Either way, she's rather adorable, waddling around with a brood-belly." Noxak's tail thumped off the bed, "I was curious about if kobold are compatible with lizardfolk as well..."

Dultesh grinned, "Well, we could truss her up nicely and throw her in with the tribe. See how she does when Muansi gets a hold of her."

She knew Muansi. The dining area was shared by all the lair's inhabitants. Muansi was a behemoth of a lizardfolk, a giant among them. He'd rutted one of their females at the dinner table and left her looking very gravid. It was no wonder the tribe called him 'the hip breaker.'

"Oh that could be amusing to watch... Though I doubt our little Madri would complain about being host to their young either. Would you, Dear?" Dultesh gave her ass a resounding slap.

"Ahh!" She cried out, insides fluttering around the cocks. "No Master, I'd love it!"

"That's our good girl."

Noxak hissed, "Why are you the master, hmm?" He grinned and leaned over, "Last I checked, you love to be bent over and..."

Madri's head rolled as the sorcerer leaned up, kissing the alchemist to silence him. The male's bodies pressed tight to hers. Pinning her between them as their thrusts picked up the pace. The poor kobold could barely breath as the males pounded her. Neither seeming to care much about her. She was just there to get them off.

Trimmed claws scraped over Dultesh's chest as Madri huffed. Eyes rolling about as she tossed her head. Only just able to stay conscious as the well-endowed males did their best to ruin her.

Her gaze flicked over the eggs. They lay beside the trio. Deep red shells glistening, little swirls of green and copper on each one. She found herself wondering about who the father was. Though, did it really matter? If dragonborn could breed with kobold, she'd likely have each male sire many, many eggs from her.

Just thinking about that made her shudder and gasp. Insides trying to grip the two cocks that were ravaging her. Each dragonborn hissed at her and pushed up moments later. That extra bit of tightness proving too much for one. His thick seed painted her insides. Ridges flaring, scraping the other male's cock. Maybe it was that extra stimulation, or maybe it was the feel of cum squelching around the cock. Whatever it was, it was enough to drive the other male off the edge. His hiss joining his partner's as they both plunged deep. Trying their best to out do the other. Just leaving her leaking and gaping by the time they were done with her.

---

A low whimper sounded from Madri. "Oh hush," Dultesh taped her nose, "you'll be fine here. We have a little task that needs to be taken care of. You'll just have to learn to do without for a couple days." He smirked, "I know you do love warming our beds, Poppet."

She couldn't really reply, not with the ring gag that held her mouth open. The kobold huffed and tried to hold as still as she could. Head craning to watch as the dragonborn carefully wrote on her body. Dultesh was exceedingly careful as he scribed on her body with his colored, wax pencils. While her angle was bad, she knew the jist of what he'd be writing. Phrases like Egg Factory, Don't Pull Out, and Use Freely were among his favorite. Not to mention the tally count along her thighs.

Out of all the dragonborn, Dultesh liked setting up scenarios the most. Right now, she was left behind, bound and gagged, on the dining room table. He'd made every last bit of her gear. The padded cuffs on her thighs held her just so. A wood bar kept her legs spread just below where it was uncomfortable. The ring gag had kept her maw open just wide enough. Wider than any of the dragonborn, but below her upper limit as well. Cuffs held her arms behind her back, strapped to her tail as well. Even the wax pencils were all colors that stood out against her deep red.

"And there." He finished writing with a flourish. "Now, you be a good girl and behave yourself." Dultesh reached down to rub her cheek, "I'm certain that..." he trailed off and sat up as someone approached. Dalesin hopped around on the dragonborn's shoulder to look at the door. "Ah," Dul purred, "Reskafar, I was hoping you'd be first for mealtime."

A lizardfolk woman slunk into the room, her curled tail twitched curiously. One eye rolled over Madri as her other locked onto Dultesh, "Yes?" she hissed.

The sorcerer set several wax pencils down beside Madri. "Keep an eye on Madri here. Make sure that she's made to feel very welcome. I know that she hasn't had a great deal of time to," he chuckled, "_get to know_your tribe." The crimson dragonborn moved over to stroke her chin, "I know you're good at making her feel welcome, and keeping the fellows in check. Make sure she's in one piece when we get back. If you do," his voice dropped to a low rumble as he leaned in to whisper.

Her dull green hide shifted to a vibrant red then pink, "O-of course," Reskafar hissed, turning to watch him leave. All while leaving one eye twisted to look at the bound kobold. "So..." Reskafar hissed, "Hmm..." she flicked her tongue and stopped.

Voices rolled down the corridor. The sound of heavy, scratching footsteps signaling the approach of the lizardfolk. A small horde of them stepped into the room and stopped. They were a rather odd assortment. Hides ranged from a stony gray to a deep green, all the way to a more vibrant russet and yellow. Most were male, with only Reskafar and another female in the group. Or at least only in this group. Madri hadn't dined with them, so she didn't know how many may or may not be here. The majority of the lizardfolk were about the size of the dragonborn as well. Putting them at easily double the kobold's height.

"What this?" a lean male flicked his tongue towards Madri, "Dragonborn finally leave us with their tasty snack?" He grinned wider and licked his lips.

Reskafar gave his nose a swat, "No harm, Beetnekil. Can fuck though." Her maw split into a wide grin, "Free to breed."

More grins spread over the gathered lizardfolk. Eyes darted from one to the next with mutterings of "Breed?" and "Never bred kobold" rippled through the group. All before one pushed through the crowd, looked at Madri, then over at Reskafar, and back to the group. "Muansi not here yet. First!"

Every lizardfolk stopped, looked, and hurriedly began to disrobe. All while the one that had stepped forward moved up to her. Tossing his loincloth aside and revealing his bulging slit.

"Why you first, Ok?" Beetnekil grumbled.

The mossy green male rubbed Madri's thigh, his crimson throat sac swelled with pride as he leaned back. "Because I said first first." He waved towards the other side of the table, "Can have her maw. Heard it was good. Yes, Reska?"

"Yes, good." The female moved over, her eyes darting in two different directions. Watching the gathered males disrobe, then over towards the two around Madri. "Dultesh said she learned quick, can suck very good." Her gaze dropped to the two males with an almost envious sigh. She leaned into the table and curled her tail, "Master Dultesh wants us to keep track. Said keep kobold safe and healthy while we rut her."

The other female lizardfolk stepped forward with a snort. "They go on task, leave us to rut? Good for you, Reska. Boring for me."

Reskafar grinned and hissed, "You need to clutch more, Toovir. Is fun making them."

Ok stepped forward and grinned. A flex of his hips made the male's cock spring forward. Heavy flesh thumped off her belly as he rumbled, "Can do." A hissing laugh slipped free, "Looks like we get second already." He ran a thick finger over the cum that drooled from her pussy before smacking her with his length again. His cock was thick, the tip shaped almost like a crown. Not as thick as the dragonborn, or ridged, but certainly a good size. Not that she got much of a chance to look at it.

"Easy peasy," Beetnekil agreed. He pulled on Madri's gag and had her lean back. The rounded tip of his cock ground over her muzzle, soft barbs tickling her hide, before he greedily shoved into her maw.

Dultesh had fucked her maw countless times, not to mention gagged her with a great many toys. Even before that, she didn't have much of a gag reflex. The kobold gladly gulped his cock down, tongue rolling over the flesh. Though the position left her blind to what was happening between her legs. She just felt the male there thump his cock against her pussy lips before pushing in with a groan.

A hissing laugh came from Reska, "Thirds, Ok. We count, yes?" She tapped Madri's thigh, "One, two... ThreEE!" her voice lifted in a squeal. Hide flashing a much more vibrant pink as her voice dropped to a trembling moan.

From the corner of her eye, Madri could see another male had come up behind Reskafar and pushed her tail up. He was happily licking and nuzzling at her, drawing huffs and pants from the female.

Ok chuffed a laugh, "Count that." He slammed into Madri, driving the breath from the kobold. Where each of the dragonborn were healthy and had a certain give to them. The lizardfolk felt rock solid. It felt like their bodies were nothing but rock hard muscle wrapped in thick hide. Each of Ok's thrusts cracked his body off hers. Stinging in ways that only Dultesh's paddles had.

Madri huffed around the cock and narrowed her eyes, barely able to even squirm between the males. She rolled her head and licked, trying to coax a moan from the reptile. What she got was a hiss and thrust instead. His form smacking her nose and driving her into the table.

Squeals and hisses signaled that either Reskafar was being mounted, or, judging from the clatter of dishes and curses, the other lizardfolk woman had been. Impossible to tell with how the males were hammering away. Readily falling into a more primal rutting. All but ignoring the dinner in favor of dessert.

Not that they lasted long. Madri could just feel her pleasure start to build when Ok pressed and hissed. His tail cracked off the bench as he pumped his load into her. A few bare thrusts and he was out. Cock dripping the remainder onto her tail. Reskafar groaned, rocking back into her partner. The female stretched and grabbed one of the pencils, adding a line to the kobold's thigh.

"Me next!" Beetnekil hissed with glee.

"Wait your turn," A deep rumble shook the room.

Beetnekil had just started to pull back, giving Madri a chance to look at the door. A large figure filled the massive door. He had to duck to move into the dining hall. Each step shook the floor as the giant of a lizardfolk strode over. Lips curled back in a snarl, "Have rut-fun and not tell me about it?" He stood head and shoulders over the others, thick muscles rippling under his heavy hide as he surveyed the room.

Muansi, the hip-breaker, stepped towards the bound kobold.

Beetnekill grumbled, "Was going to tell, but only after..." he drew back as the other male grabbed his throat. Muansi silenced him with a kiss that made the male's throat bulge. Beetnekill kicked and gagged, his cock jumping and smacking off Madri's muzzle as the table bounced.

Muansi dropped his companion with a laugh, "Go fuck then, Muansi take her maw and fill her belly first." His voice dropped, "Then give her cunt a filling. Give kobold big clutch."

If anyone had a protest about that, no one said anything.

Then Madri got to see it. Muansi's legendary hammer. Even without being around the lizardfolk, she'd heard of it. Axa and Inder had told her about the lair's other inhabitants. Even with those two, there was something of reverence for the gigantic lizardfolk.

Her eyes went wide as the male's cock grew from his slit. Thick, covered in bumps and ridges. It lifted and came down on her. Heavy girth cracked off her jaw and lay on her throat. Easily laying between the kobold's breasts as the male stepped forward. His bulging base pressed to her maw and length laying clear to her chest.

Oh. Fuck.

Once more, Dultesh proved to be a master of his craft. As Muansi lined his cock up with her maw, Madri realized that the ring was the perfect size. It held her maw open just enough to let the massive breeder slide in. Her eyes went wide as he readily pushed past her tongue and into her throat. She could feel it bulging as he pushed himself deeper. It felt like he was trying to push clear through her.

"Hey!" the bark would have made her jump if she wasn't impaled on that cock. Eyes watering as the male stretched her to her limits. "You wanted second, but not claim it?" Muansi pulled his hips back. He had to put his hand on Madri's throat to keep the kobold from sliding back with him. "Should Muansi go ahead?"

"No no," Bee grumbled.

The big male grumbled and massaged her throat. Madri's eyes rolling back as his girth easily cut off any chance she had of breathing. She could only hold her breath and hope as Bee slipped up and pushed in. Just hope that she could hold on until he was done, and that Muansi didn't like her throat too much.

Maybe it was because she'd laid earlier, and had already been stretched so much. Or maybe it was because she was being choked on a cock. Hard to say really. She didn't feel Bee push in, was barely aware of his body thumping hers. It wasn't until he ground his hips to hers. When those spiny barbs on his tip and base ground against her, that she knew she was being well and truly spit-roasted.

"Uuurrgggh," was all she could manage as the big male started to rock his hips. Low rumbles shaking through her body as he stroked her throat. His massive hand covering her entire throat and part of her chest as he used her like some sort of living sex toy. "Urk glkk gluk!" she pulled at the restrains as he picked up his pace.

A growled, "Come on," shook through her, "Rut kobold like you mean it. Put proud eggs in her! Like this!" Muansi slammed his body forward, mashing his groin into Madri's maw. Drool and precum rolled from her stretched jaws as Beetnekil tried to mirror the thrusts. His barbs raking and scraping her insides. Toying with her in ways she hadn't imagined before. She couldn't even squeal, not with the cock plunging so far down her gullet.

Relief came as the male pulled back further. Madri heaved and gasped, only to have his length plunge back in. "Yessss," the big male huffed. "Choke on me, little one. Feels like real male, eh?"

"I'll show you real male," Bee hissed and began to thrust. His leaner form clapping off her thighs.

Madri could only hang on between them. Claws pricking at the table and her cuffs as they stuffed her from either end. She felt her orgasm building up. Something that had been started by Dultesh's teasing, then stoked by Ok's quick rut. Now it was picked back up by Bee as he tried to keep up with the other reptile.

Even the promise of that pleasure wasn't enough. Her quick gasp of air barely sated her. The edges her vision started to turn red. Pounding in time with her heart and the male's thrusts. She rolled and gagged, throat clenching hard around the cock. Which only made the male groan and fuck her more. His pace urged his partner on. The smaller male hissed and snarled, proving himself to be a marathon man.

She heaved as she came, practically screaming around the thick cock. Muansi pulled back and let her gurgle, gasp, and cough. Body heaving under him. Only a second though, then he was back in. A throaty growl shook from the male as his claws dug into the wood. Rocking the table with the force of his thrusts.

Then he came.

With her throat stretched to its limits, there was no where for his load to go but down. Madri's eyes rolled fully back in her head as the kobold instinctively swallowed. Her gut visibly swelling with the sheer volume the male was capable of producing. She could feel him throbbing in her throat. Just knew that everyone could see him flexing inside her. Gods above, he was going to drown her at this rate.

Relief came when Bee pulled out, a fresh load drooling from her. Muansi left a second later. Madri sagged on the table, cum drooling from her open maw and down onto the floor as she coughed. Barely able to even function.

The scratch of a tally mark on her thigh. A deep rumbled, "My turn..." from Muansi. Then the presence of another male at her maw. How many lizardfolk were there again? She vaguely recalled seeing the two females, and six males plus Muansi. Oh heavens, she was only on three now; and the dragonborn wouldn't be back for another four days.

She was barely aware of Muansi as he pressed his tip to her slit. It was just another cock lining up with her already aching cunt. Some instinct made her look back. That deep fear crawled up her spine as she saw the massive male behind her. His thick slab nestled against her drooling slit. A member that had nearly ruined her throat and now it was nestled against her. That muzzle split wider as he rumbled down at her. Throat sac swelling with the noise. She couldn't go anywhere and he knew it. The male drew back just enough to smack his cock off her belly. Rocking forward to give her an idea of how deep he'd go. It was huge! Easily reaching near her belly button. Before she could whimper a protest, the impatient male at her maw lined up and crammed his cock in. Keeping her head angled just enough so she could watch Muansi.

He hissed and hunched against her. Even as abused as she was, her body still managed to fight him. The aching folds clenched just enough to make his manhood flex. Thick ram flexed, tip wedged between her folds. Her breath caught in her throat as he slowly stretched her. Forcing her wider than any other male, or even egg, had to this point.

SQUEEELLLLCH!

Madri couldn't even scream as he forced his way in. Her entire body seized as the massive lizardfolk grabbed her by the tail and spreader bar. To say that he was huge was an understatement. Muansi stretched her beyond anything she'd ever dreamt of. She could feel every bump, curve, and vein on his cock. If he didn't have such a hold on her body, he wouldn't have even been able to pull out. It was only by the grace of the gods that her own arousal and the other males' cum was there to ease his passage.

"Rrrhhh," his rumble shook her as the male leaned over. His size readily clearing a space around her. Not even the one who had been enjoying her maw dared stay close. As the cock left her maw, Madri managed a gasping cry. Tears gathering at the corner of her eyes as the male drove deeper. Oh heavens, he was inching closer to her core. Deeper he delved. Not caring as the kobold began to squirm and whine.

The dragonborn had gotten deep in her before. Deep enough for their cocks to push into her egg chamber. Madri easily approached that barrier and smashed through it. That barrier, weakened by eggs and other males, gave way.

And still he sank.

"Breaker... Breaker... Breaker! Break Her!" the chant built from the gathered lizardfolk. Hands slammed on tables, tails off floor, and hips off females. Reskafar lay on the table near her, a look of sympathy and jealousy flashing across her maw. She was pinned between two males, but her eyes remained glued on Madri's belly.

The kobold rolled her head around, barely able to focus. She just stared blankly at the bulge the male made in her belly. Some part of her registering just how much of him was still outside. That'd hurt to take, her inner voice mused. Feeling somewhat distant even as the male tried to force every inch into her. A hand grabbed Reskafar and shoved the female lizardfolk between the kobold's thighs. Her tongue eagerly bathing Madri's stretched cunt and Muansi's cock.

As skilled lovers as the dragonborn were, the lizardfolk knew how to coax out eggs. They worked together to make the kobold squeal and gasp. Her body thrashing as much as it could in the bonds. It didn't take long for the combined efforts to bring her to peak. Certainly trying to coax her overstimulated ovaries to drop more eggs. More eggs for Muansi to crack with his seed.

Her eyes rolled back as she felt the male slam deep. His cock flexing within her as he tried to fit his full length in her. It was impossible. No way her frame would be able to contain that beast. Not that it'd stop him from trying. Especially not as Reskafar's hands trailed up to massage his cock. Kneading it through Madri's belly.

Muansi's bellow broke over the chanting. A rippling cheer rose through the tribe as he pumped another load into the kobold. If his first had made her gut bulge, his second absolutely swell. Each shot made her distended gut visibly ripple. His sheer size trapping the seed within her frame. In seconds, he had her looking as she had before laying her last clutch.

And he kept filling her.

It was all she could do to simply twitch as he pulled out. A gush of cum pouring from her body to spill onto the ground. "Plug her!" a voice snarled. Hands grasping her hips to plug the female with the only suitable thing. Another male's cock slid through Muansi's mess, trying to stop the flow. Her head rolled limply, unable to even move a muscle as Muansi picked a pencil and made a thick mark on her back. His grin promising more to come.

---

"How many do you think?" Madri purred as she ran her fingers over her belly. The kobold lay on the softest pelts. She hadn't moved from the bed for a week now. At least not under her own power. Her gut was swollen with eggs and fit to burst. Looking down, she could see the clear outline of several in her once-slender stomach.

Inder flashed a toothy grin, "Well, we'll find out in a few days."

It had been weeks since Dultesh had left her at the mercy of the lizardfolk. By the time they'd returned, the tribe had run out of places to leave tally marks. Axa had stepped in and demanded they give her some time to rest. Which of course meant food, warm bath, and Vulkar rutting her a few times as well.

Madri's gaze danced over the gnoll's to the slight swell of her own belly. "How many do you think?"

The female grinned, "Oh two probably. Usually two." She cackled, "Though you will start your own tribe before mine come, little one." Her fingers danced over Madri's belly and up to her swollen breasts. "Wonder if you can help nurse."

A pinch and tug made the kobold gasp as milk leaked from her teats. "H-hey!" she giggled and swatted at the hand. "Stop that. Axa would have a fit. She's already said that's part of my job for hers and Vulk's kid."

Inder cackled and let the smaller female curl against her. Eyes drifting to the sand-filled basin. A large, ivory and copper egg stood dead center in it. Madri's two flanked it, and her others would be joining it soon. The kobold brood mother purred and closed her eyes with a little yawn. Not the life she'd imagined she'd be having right now. Though, she didn't want it to go any other way now. This was her family and home.